(OOC:
Aaaaaaarrrrggggghh, but more normally 3-6 so that’s… fine?
And onto more important matters: )
I’ve been given reports, but I’m not entirely sure what to make of them.
It is clear there is an underground war, where the crundles have split into two factions and, lacking the ammunition for the catapults they’ve built, are throwing their own soldiers at the opposing side. This seems to be about as effective as one might expect.
A child has been taken by a fey mood. Hooray, another legendary crafter.
Can’t we just lock him up again? (OOC: No offence meant, of course. Actually, maybe a little.)
Right, I’ve charged Don Pedro with the crimes. I believe he was out of prison for about ten days…
Oh, and I’ve just passed Psycho III in the corridor. He’s beginning to look a little unhappy. (OOC: Why do we have a PsychoAngel II
and a Psycho III? Am I missing something?)
The underground war rumbles on… (OOC: Anyone have
any idea what’s happening? There aren’t any nearby forgotten beasts or anything. Or catapults.)
Farewell, large rat, we hardly knew ye. Nor did we want to. What we
do want to know is how you got here…
Well, it actually took about four more bolts and then the rat crawled downstairs to die, but you get the point.
That child with the fey mood has begun construction. It looks rather elaborate…
Elves have arrived to trade. Nasty, fickle things with no skill whatsoever at crafting. Then again, that means they’ll pay through the nose for even a taste of proper dwarven craftsdwarfship.
This is truly a great day for dwarfkind. Assuming the elves have anything useful, of course.
They don’t. Apart from a bit of food, which I buy, despite us having plenty already. I’m now tempted to use the… hospitality devices…
Not sure what it’ll
accomplish, but killing elves sounds fun.
OOC: I’m slightly worried a tantrum spiral’s imminent. When I started the turn, there were two “Very unhappy” and seven “Unhappy”. It now looks like this:
I’m slightly worried Flame was wrong in calling me non-incompetent, and that’s quite a lot of well-trained soldiers…
I feel this is the perfect time for some forgotten beast-hunting, don’t you?