Unfortunately, my computer crashed (for only about the second time in a year) at the end of Sandstone, just when I decided to end the update, so events may not unfold exactly the same way as reported here. I’m sure it will be broadly similar, though. I’ll upload this, as I don’t have the heart to re-write it all. (Don’t worry, it’ll take more than
that to make me stop playing)
(OOC: I’ve decided to write from now on in first person, as I feel third was a little stilted).
Overseer’s Log: Sandstone, 1071
Libash Semoravuz, Weaponsmith has attempted to “recover wounded” with regards to the Butler. The Butler, however, using those skills of perseverance and a high pain threshold so often useful in domestic service, is having none of it and denies that he is injured.
Having woken from the sleep in which he was attacked by Rovod Romekletmos and then dragged unawares to a hospital bed, he insists upon seeing the nearest authority figure to report the crime. This seems a little unnecessary to me, given that I know exactly what happened, but if it helps a convalescing head of the domestic servants feel better, I’m sure our mayor or queen will be … delighted to hear from him.
As long as I don’t have to deal with it, that’s fine by me.
Hang on, is that two pots in the hospital?
Oh, no, traction benches. My mistake. They look the same.
I am now firmly of the opinion that our broker is lying about being at a party. He is moving erratically in a statue garden with the only person nearby a child I believe he’s roped in to assist him in his deception, so that he can get out of work, as partying whenever desired is a right firmly upheld in dwarven law.
Oh, and now little Mestthos has left. I think myself now justified in breaking up the party and ordering the broker back to work.
The conversation goes something like this:
“Edëm, I - I believe you’d better go and t-trade with the caravan now. Your rights as protected by Section 14 Paragraphs 12-25 do not a-allow parties of one.”
“Section 14? I don’t know any Section 14! I know that any dwarf has the right to party when ‘e likes!”
I feel that having made this spirited defence of my position I needed say no more about it. I was sure Edëm would come around with time.
The fight between mason and crundles has now gone on long enough that the mason is asleep and one of the crundles “over-exerted”. I decide to send a rescue party into the caverns.
Rovod Romekletmos is now chained up where he can do no more harm. I do however have to wonder about the choice of a silver chain. Clearly our metalsmiths are not up to the task of constructing even a basic prison.
Don Pedro is cancelling jobs due to, apparently, being “shaken”. What a pathetic excuse. It might, however, have something to do with having been repeatedly punched by Kevral...
That apparently comes under the heading of “punishing with a beating”. Kevral is reported to have felt “disillusioned”.
The rescue mission has reached Inod Zonzas, the mason caught in the mines! It seems, however, that they are too late to do anything other than avenge him by killing several crundles, as he has vanished off the face of the earth.
Actually, there’s his corpse, but no-one has reported his death to me. Ah well, shouldn’t have been in the caverns.
Oh for Olnen’s sake!
“... Would anyone care to explain to me exactly
why we have a peacock wandering around outside with blood on its feet? ... I’m waiting!”
Careful analysis shows that the dwarf whose blood it is is dead. It seems that this is the first skirmish in a shadow war between dwarfkind and peacockkind. I shall be watching for further events with suspicion…
Hang on, could having multiple hospitals be a problem? Knowing the idiocy I’m sure our medical staff perpetrates on a daily basis, almost certainly. However, I doubt they’d do any better with one, so I’ll leave it as it is.
Do mine eyes deceive me? No! His Lazyness Mate The 888th has finally arrived to begin work on Her Majesty’s Quarters. (OOC: No offence, Mate, but you did take nearly two weeks to arrive and I’m not sure even an injured hand can account for that)
SighIt seems that Edëm is still at his lonely party with Mestthos…
Has he? Has
really? Well he
shouldn’t have gone into the caverns then!
An excited dwarf carrying an axe runs up to me.
“L-let me guess. You’ve n-named your shield?”
He doesn’t see the sarcasm apparent in my words.
“Yes! Yes! It’s called Othörrul Afenosram!” And I am unable, despite clear hints, to stop him for the next five minutes.
Hang on a second! The soldiers went into the cavern to deal with the crundles. So there must be a way into there. There are forgotten beasts in the cavern. A way in is also a way out.
I’ll just… check none of those very deadly things can find their way in and kill us all…
Lanami’s cavern
seems to be sealed off.
Simo and Irafe seem to be in the other cavern that is also sealed off.
And Ngogngo isn’t a problem.
Forgotten beasts are such untidy things, aren’t they?
I think Doomforests’s militia is up to the task…
OOC:
I seem to have taken a while to find my voice with this character. I hope I have her sorted now.
I’m still only about a month in. I probably need to stop writing so much. But with such low FPS, what is one to do?
EDIT: Apologies to anyone who viewed this within around 10 minutes of me posting. I was being stupid with images.
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