Såkzul GoodstakesMinerNearly two months of work now at the old swimming pool, and all we could show for it was a disgusting pool of mud and blood. Mining operations was turning out to be a lot harder than anyone could have expect, least of all Lord Brassroast. The man was a wizard of machinery and engineering, but was clueless when it came to physical excavations and supports. A lot of us… miners, builders, mechanics, you name it; we all thought it’d be a lot safer on the ground than hanging around in the sky to finish the bell. It was turning out to be equally as bad.
Ice is a fickle master. Scratch it let me fix that – Mining ice is a fuckin’ disaster. It breaks like hell when you strike it, and you later get tiny fissures everywhere in a ten step radius. There’s already been about five unsupported collapses, and it’s only going to get worse the deeper we go. Falling ice is lighter than falling rock, but it doesn’t stop you from getting crushed under it.
Water - 3
Cheesemaker - 0
That’s not even considering the other myriad of accidents that might happen – the ones you don’t plan for, the one’s you just don’t expect. Like a mica grate
to the face.
Endok QuestpillarsSpearmasterHe had missed out on the earlier sparring sessions, but Endok could hardly care less at this point. He was seized by an inner desire to create, as he wandered the tower pickpocketing a seemingly-random assortment of paraphernalia. Other dwarves soon noticed his strange behaviour, but Endok ignored their frantic whispers. The outside world was nothing more than a hazy dream at the moment; only Endok and his materials was in razor-sharp focus. As he dumped his things at the forge area, he noticed something sparkle blue out of the corner of his eye.
Adamantine, the metal of the gods. It was to be the centrepiece of his greatest creation yet. He drew upon his memories at his father’s old forge, when he was a young lad, bright and eager to follow in his father’s footsteps to become a metalsmith. The war changed everything. Now he was a dwarf with a spear, defending the sanctity of this strange place he called home.
He drew upon the memories of those who fell fighting at Tempesttowers, and engraved their likenesses upon his creation. So much has changed, he thought, in just one decade of war. Yet we limp on. Most importantly, we are still alive. With that Endok held up his artifact against the light, and spoke forth its name. Listenboulders the Machine of Echoing.
The following morning he tendered his resignation to Commander Shipcat. From his experiences he now understood where his dreams lie; it lay in the burning flames of a forge, not the sharp end of a spear. At the young age of sixty-five and a killcount of 23, Endok Questpillars thus retires from the military, and begins his new life as Constructivory’s premier blacksmith.
We're almost there btw, nearing the last month. About CheeseMaker's death... ice does count as solid water, doesn't it? Congratulations, you now have the dubious honor of topping the Most Character Deaths leaderboard!
Please collect your trophy and a new dorf from the current Overseer's office.
Very proud of the adamantine crutch. It is a stellar representation of our medical values when half of our
adamantine reserves are dedicated towards helping the poor injured folk of Constructivory.
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