03 Granite 90Lotu walked around the corner, engrossed in Airith’s updated design for the obsidian farm pipes.
“Oomph!”
Papers and logs scattering, he reeled back from the collision with Aban Swordtip, one of the better woodcrafters.
“Watch where yer goin’!” Aban stuck his scraped fingers in his mouth, soothing the sting.
“Me! You shouldn’t swing those logs around so suddenly!” Lotu started gathering up the pages he had dropped. “More accurately, you shouldn’t lurk near corners with a full load.”
“Lurking! I wasn’t lurking! I was walkin’, clear as yer please.
Yer the one was readin’ and not lookin’!”
“Hmmph. You walk any quieter, and someone’s goin’ to start callin’ you Lurkey, ‘cause yer so quiet.” Lotu groused, gathering up the now hopelessly scrambled stack of papers that Vucar kept shoving at him as part of their agreement.
Grumbling equally, both dwarves finished grabbing the items they had dropped, and moved on their separate tasks, not noticing the children half-hidden behind a nearby doorway.
04 Granite 90Swordtip walked into the tavern, intent on grabbing a decent mug of ale to wash the wood-dust out of his mouth. At first, he didn’t pay any attention to the child currently telling a story, but silence gradually fell as the patrons caught sight of him.
“…and then Broker Lotu called him MrLurkety!”
Pulling his dripping mug out of the barrel, Swordtip turned to Ryukan, currently grinning at his audience with the punchline.
“Lotu called who that?”
At that, the whole slew of children present, all five of them, broke down into uncontrollable roars of laughter with one word as they pointed. “You!”
Swordtip frowned. “Lotu never called me that. And I don’t even lurk, he just wasn’t paying attention!”
“MrLurkety! MrLurkety! MrLurkety!” The children chanted as they broke into an impromptu dance.
Rolling his eyes, Swordtip drew on his injured dignity and walked away, back to his woodshop to work on another figurine. Those kids would soon find another game to play.
06 Granite 90But Swordtip’s hopes were in vain. Rather than dying down, within days the entire fort, adults, children and non-dwarfs were calling him MrLurkety. Even visitors! "Just because I walk quietly and like to keep to myself. It’s not like it’s shameful!"
“Oh, sweetheart. Is that really so bad?” Kikrost Rocksjump cuddled in close to her husband as the couple sat near the fishing area. “After all, it does fit your loner personality.”
“But I didn’t run into Lotu, he ran into me!”
Rocksjump shrugged delicately. “But how many other near-misses have you had since we arrived?”
Swordtip started to respond, then paused frowning.
“You see? Maybe being known as that is a good thing? At least, it’ll remind everyone else not to wander the corridors blindly. You can't always see around a full load, after all.”
MrLurkety settled back. It still wasn’t ideal, but… Maybe it did have its merits.
08 Granite 90The dwarf slipped back into the Central Spire, leaving the cavern behind.
“Oh, hello!” Sodel greeted him cheerfully, happy to see another in a smiling mood.
The dwarf, pulled suddenly from his thoughts, jerked a nod a beat too late, but Sodel was already admiring the collection of webs the dwarf carried.
“That’s good quality silk, I’ll be able to make some excellent cloth and clothes from it. Thanks a bunch for braving the depths to collect it!”
“You think? I just kinda grabbed the ones that looked pretty.”
“Well, you have good taste, my friend! Are you sure you don’t want to apprentice to be a weaver?”
But the dwarf shook his head.
I have enough balls in the air, I don’t need another.Another few moments of small talk and then Sodel resumed his trek to his bedroom.
That was close. Thank Robek and Gorroth that there were webs not far away. As an explanation for his presence in the caverns, it worked quite well.
So far no one even thought to suspect his primary purpose in making regular trips to the upper cavern, especially important now that the entrance was unsealed and constantly guarded.
But I think I should start working on a way to get into the lower one, unnoticed. Surely there I could request aid from a creature that could actually threaten the soldiers? 09 Granite 90Vucar was hard at work, carving another masterwork cabinet for one of the bedrooms, when a timid, high-pitched voice broke her focus.
“Umm, excuse me?”
“What?”
“Bowelves?” Vucar waved them away. “Go find Mooney, he’s in charge of all of the crossbow squads.”
Lolama & Cata walked away, and finally tracked Mooney down on the ramparts, many levels above.
“Bowelves?!? We’ve got no bows fer yer! Go find Lotu, he’ll find something for ye. Go on!”
It was very late by the time they finally caught up to Lotu, relaxing with his family and a pint after a late dinner. Upon hearing their message, he raised an eyebrow.
“Mooney’s got no job for you? Hmmm.” He frowned thoughtfully for a minute, then perked up. “How are you at growing things?”
The elves glanced at each other, confused. “As good as at breathing.” Lolama said, half-questioning.
Doesn't everyone know that?“Good. Then you can go to the fields and make sure we have a steady supply of plants.”
Neither elf had a problem with that. Keeping these dwarfs from killing things was a worthy endeavor.
But as they started to turn away, Lotu had one last request. “And see if you can get some of those fruit-trees to grow inside the courtyard, rather than outside the walls?”
“That takes years!”
Lotu shrugged. “So? You have years, don’t you? Why don’t you start with some trees around your Sacred Grove?”
Another set of glances passed between the elves. That would take much magic and meditation, and trees were well-known for being uncooperative for any but the highest levels of Druid.
Cata finally shrugged. “We can but try.”
“Good, that’s settled. Now off with you, I’m on break.”
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10 Granite 90Exerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, broker.It never rains here, it pours. Vucar just sent me three new citizens.
1 goblin:
Apparently she’s a diagnostician. Or is that the goblin equivalent of a butcher? I’ve sent her to the library and Dr. Urist for training in actual medicine.
And two humans:
Lashers are useless, but he claims some novice fishing skill. Useful enough given Bomrek’s fascination with fish. He’s long gone to the cavern fishing zone.
A pikeman is just as useless. However, he was wearing some very interesting jewelry, among which a fairly well crafted bone amulet. He claimed to have carved it himself, so he’s off to carve bones for a living.
There was a fourth, a spearwoman, who was sent over to Imic. If my notes are correct, she will probably have joined the Barricaded Charity, which consists mostly of spear-wielders.
13 Granite 90
Excellent, the garbage collectors have arrived, and we’ll be able to get rid of various worn silk clothing and the glass tables that weren’t perfect enough to meet the standard for altars, even if they are destined for the Sacred Grove rather than a proper temple.
17 Granite 90When I approached the depot to trade, I noticed Dr. Urist sorting through the various plants, fruits, and other offerings. I wonder what she’s planning now?
20 Granite 90I traded with the elves and bought some moose, so we now have a breeding pair, and an emu. Such a a weird-looking bird. Other than some crutches for Bomrek, nothing else was useful. But, I did manage to offload quite a bit of worn silk clothing dropped by residents, along with some other odds and ends.
Before Trade After Trade
And as always, there’s more work, as we now need to carve out a pasture to put our moose herd.
24 Granite 90The first magma smelter is up and running, and Mestthos has begun melting down imported metal stuff. Between that and the magma kiln built during the winter, our charcoal needs have been cut by a third. Mebzuth’s glassworks remains the single greatest bottomless wood pit in the entire fort, but we’re almost ready to build his new magma furnace, too, though how we're going to get sand all the way down there is a whole other issue.
26 Granite 90Akrul stormed into my office just before lunch, ranting about, you guessed it, the quota progress. She’s absolutely furious that we currently have only two imported maces. I’ve added maces to the to-do list, and I can always give the highest-quality ones to Imic to make another squad. He’s been grousing about the military getting last pick again.
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03 Slate 90A spate of barking hurried the Oracular Golds as they took up their assigned duty station atop the ramparts. Looking up, Urvad spied the dread menace.
“Look out below! They’re back!”
But the warning cry was drowned out by a sudden cackling and cursing.
Urvad loaded her crossbow and started shooting. Aim and fire. Aim and fire. A long hour later, she studied the corpses littering the ramparts and smiled.
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Exerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, broker.04 Slate 90With the moose pasture now dug out and waiting for cave moss spores, Ingish and I grabbed a drink before tackling the next project. With the existing moat fully floored against tree attacks, we now need to extend it across the northeast side, almost all the way to Tayldis Bridge. I’ve spent so much time digging out underground areas that I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be digging while wet.
Rain. Rain. Mud. Rain. Muck. Rain. Rain.
We both looked like Abominable Mud Monsters by the time we finished the day’s work, and it’ll be at least another month before we can go back to
dry projects.
Yes, our village itself is becoming more and more homey, but have I mentioned how much I still hate everything outside our safe walls?
05 Slate 90Vucar has approved Kifino's petition. He was the one who brought that large group of refugees a few years ago. I guess, if they feel safe enough to settle in, we must not be doing too badly. Imic promptly hussled him into the Boats of Mining. It struck me as odd to begin with, given that he doesn’t like elves, but then I heard him muttering something about “meatshields” when I passed him in the hallway later. That makes more sense.
07 Slate 90I’ve just noticed something. Many of our new citizens are still sleeping in the free-for-all beds on the tavern’s second level. With all these new citizens, we need to add some more bedrooms. When I checked with Lorbam, I found out that we have a number of masterworks sitting in the stockpiles. I’ve ordered them into the original bedrooms to replace Lyra’s original poor-quality offerings. Granted, there’s still the issue of sand everywhere, but the humans and elves don’t know any better. We’ll keep the proper stone rooms for dwarves.
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09 Slate 90“Hey, Mayor, wait! Wait up!”
Vucar stopped and waited for the dwarf to catch up.
“I’ve decided that I really like it here. I’d like to make it official.”
Vucar had no problem with that. “Sure. And since you have some fighting experience, go talk to Imic. He can always use capable dwarves in the growing military.”
13 Slate 90
Vucar quickly sent the human doctor to Dr. Urist, most likely to be found in the library these days, and strode off to find Lotu.
“It never rains but it pours! There have been eight, count them
EIGHT citizenship requests so far this spring!”
Lotu went over the names, and then snapped his fingers. “Those are all members of the Bunnies of Roasting, that mixed group of refugees that Kifino brought a couple of years ago or so.”
“Well, why couldn’t they all have come forward as a
group to request citizen status?”
Lotu shrugged. The alien workings of non-dwarven minds escaped him. “If I remember right, there were…eleven total? Or was it twelve? Something like that.”
Vucar scowled. “Well, if the rest of the Bunnies petition for permanent status, I’m sending them straight to you to sort out. I’ll never get anything done if people keep barging in at all hours of the day or night!”
16 Slate 90Whistling on his way to dig the last few
bots of the northeast moat, Lotu noticed some of the citizen elves huddled in intent conversation with the visiting traders.
I wonder what they’re up to? As he drew closer, he noticed that they were discussing some of the useless nuts and pits that kept cluttering up bags. But, as they were speaking Elvish instead of Common, the details weren’t clear, and he shoved it to the back of his mind as he walked across Tayldis Bridge.
The clip-clop of approaching hooves coincided with his jump down into the ditch.
From the deepening moat, Lotu waved them off.
Come back next year for another trash haul! 18 Slate 90Atîs Burialpick set the finished hive aside, and started the long slog up toward the surface to fetch the next clay boulder.
How long will it be before the clay comes to me? At this rate, I only complete two or three projects a month! I need to talk to Lotu, and emphasize just how much that will help. And if Meb—“Yeaaaghhh!”
The pincer had almost taken his nose off! Screaming, Atîs bolted away from the magma crab and up the stairs toward Imic.
Several hours later, he was on his knees. “Please please please please DO something! I can’t do anything if those crabs move around willy-nilly!”
Stodir, the mechanic, overheard the last part of the plea. “Magma crabs, you say? I’ll build some cage traps down there, too. Those are some good eating.”
Atîs frowned. “And Dr. Urist too?”
Stodir shook his head. “Nope. Dr. Urist is…working on something. It’s best if we don’t bother her.”
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Exerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, broker.20 Slate 90I had a visitor today.
He said Vucar had sent him, and had given him a form for me. It was a copy of the official citizenship form, with only “Citizen” marked, the rest was blank. I wasted a good hour getting the rest filled out. On the plus side, he’s a spearelf, so he’s now Imic’s problem.
21 Slate 90And another one.
Vucar is right, why can’t they all come at once? It would be much more efficient. Especially since so many of them seem to be spearelves.
01 Felsite 90Geez, it never rains, but it
pours. And I’m not talking about the weather.
Soldiers are always welcome,
of course. After all, we do still need to have a good military so that no caravan will ever flee again. And a good military is key to my eventual plans for protecting ourselves from megalom…
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02 Felsite 90Shouts, cheers, and other sounds of a raucous celebration echoed down the Central Spire from the tavern. Akrul was walking up with Lotu, in full flood about the ongoing “quota slacking” which meant that there were far fewer maces and anvils (even of the mini-forge variety) than she had expected by the third month of spring.
Lotu had started heading toward the tavern what felt like a
nam ago, as soon as Akrul appeared by his office chair. ‘Conversations’ with Akrul always required a good stiff drink. Or ten.
Stepping out into the Candies of Bursting, he glanced toward the source of the noise, a group of mostly children, but that also included several local adults and some visitors.
Wandering over to what was clearly a nameday celebration, Lotu froze at his first clear look at the table. Akrul’s seemingly never-ending rant ended with a squeal.
“WHAT are you
EATING!”
The sudden deathly silent stillness would have been fitting for the greatest of engravings.
“Avuz likes cheese.” The tiny piping came from the youngest of the village’s children, Moldath.
Oh! “Happy nameday, Avuz. But, er, couldn’t you children have found something else to make a birthday meal?”
“No, this was great! I found it in a barrel labeled ‘lye’ in a corner of the stockpile. It had clearly been forgotten, so I thought we’d eat it before it went bad.” Avuz was very pleased with his good fortune.
“
YOU IDIOT CHILD!” Akrul had apparently managed to find her voice, though perhaps not the volume control. “That cheese was for the quota! Because of you we’ve lost the 33 wheels we had, and we need to deliver 128!”
“But—“
“
No! Before you eat anything, before you touch anything, before you so much as
think about touching something, you
ask! Do you know how much extra work you’ve just imposed on everyone else just because you have
zero impulse control?”
All of the children were frozen, staring at the ballistic Akrul with very wide, round eyes.
“You want mine?” Deler held out his partially eaten wheel, which dwarfed his chubby little hands, teeth marks clearly visible.
“NO! Argh!” Akrul spun away, hands clutching her head, muttering about labor assignments, task progressions, and useless idiots.
Lotu watched her go, then looked at the partiers. Running a hand over the top of his head, he made his farewells. Behind him, the nameday party was once again going full-volume. Clearly, the kids had already forgotten Akrul’s tongue-lashing.
I really need a drink, now.Mug in hand, he headed back down to figure out where to put a quota-only stockpile.
Vucar will need to build some extra doors, but if I can show Akrul that I’m already fixing the cause, maybe she’ll be a little more livable during the summer?
Nah, wishful thinking. Still, it’ll be one less excuse to yell at the poor kids for being kids.--------------------
Exerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, broker. 03 Felsite 90As if Akrul’s livid mood wasn’t bad enough.
Huh, that doesn’t sound too bad. He’s down in the lower caverns, which is sealed off by a pretty solid stone wall, so I don’t think we need to worry about him. Especially since the squads are already busy elsewhere, and the rest of us have work to do. We’ll get around to him eventually.
05 Felsite 90With work ongoing on the magma furnace emplacements, it’s time to start planning the permanent move from our surface charcoal-based operation to a fully magma-dependent one. With that in mind, I’ve spent time with Airith and Stodir to come up with a start on our village-wide railway system. Given how strapped we always seem to be for quota work, it’ll be as automatic as possible, though some of the loops nearest the stockpiles will need to be hand-guided.
I’ve drawn a diagram on the following page of our planned main transshipment point right below the aquifer, with arrows pointing to the incoming tracks.
The actual diagram is almost impossible to make out, being covered in written notes.
OOC: The channel and stairway marker designations are not part of the actual design, but are there for immediate visual reminders of what goes where as I start getting it dug out. Also, the unloading tiles for upward shipments are currently black spaces, again for a visual (since I only had two colors to work with).Of the twelve railways, four will be dedicated to wood-delivery, and at least two will be dedicated to moving clay and sand down to the magma forges. As soon as one of the magma rails is fully dug out and connected, Mebzuth will never again need to worry about a lack of fuel. As for the others, I’m sure we’ll find some use for them. And there’s room to cram in at least four more rails if it proves to be necessary.
11 Felsite 90I had an odd request today. Vucar sent her to me because she didn’t know what to do with this human.
“Eradicating monsters”? So, she wants to live in our village, eat our food, drink our booze, wear our clothes, and in return, spend her time patrolling through the caverns, killing everything in sight? That sounds more like a dwarf.
But she has two cousins currently in our military, the mercenary Gel & the marksman Tohwot, both of whom Imic has said "aren't horrible", so I decided that we might as well take a chance on her. The last time I saw Kara, she was heading down to the caverns for her first foray.
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15 Felsite 90The dwarf fumed as he went about his tasks.
A monster hunter! That’s going to mess things up royally! It’s going to be much more difficult to do what I need to do down there. How do I sneak around when everywhere around here gets more crowded by the day? I really need to get the secret access point to the lower caverns installed and useable. But I’ll need to be very careful to avoid Oggez. The Master wouldn’t be at all happy if I got caught instead of one of the targets. On the other hand, if Oggez somehow managed to find his way into the village, I'm sure there would be some unfortunate victims before the soldiers got to him. Hmmm. That's a thought worth considering, but not to be executed without very careful planning. 20 Felsite 90"That was a good one." Lotu walked out of the tavern with Sky.
"Yeah, Ral Scalemerchant has truly surpassed herself with that peach cider. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if it became legend, given how many visitors partook of a mug or two, too." Lotu nodded in agreement as he savored the last remnants of flavor still coating his tongue as they walked across the courtyard.
As they walked past Crafter’s Row, Sky waved at the heap of masterwork toys haphazardly piled outside of MrLurkety’s woodshop. "Now that. Waste of good crafting, sending all of that to Bomrek. Our kids would enjoy them just as much, if not more."
"True. But Bomrek will be receiving some very finely crafted
mini-forges er, anvils." Smirking, the two dwarves continued on their way.
25 Felsite 90Wiping a drop of sweat from his eye, Lotu studied the new space that he had just finished hollowing out. Located closer to the depot than the general use stockpiles, it would be perfect for storing the quota each year.
It just needs a floor to keep the dirt and vermin out, and then some locked doors to keep the kids out. Yep, this should work very well.28 Felsite 90Lorbam knocked on Lotu’s bedroom door early in the afternoon.
“Lotu, do you have a minute? It’s about the quota.”
But I’m supposed to be on break!Registering Lorbam’s expression, he sighed as he waved him into the room.
“I need to meet with Akrul later, so I was looking at the production numbers…”
“I thought you might be able to use a heads-up.”
Yeah, before Akrul comes storming in because she doesn’t like the numbers. But, while the cheese situation hasn’t changed one iota since that dratted nameday party, most of the rest actually looks pretty good. With Mebzuth the only one still depending on charcoal, his speed has increased, though without the rails to move sand down deep, it probably won’t improve much more. The maces and anvils are, unsurprisingly, the biggest problem spot. Why is it not possible to make training maces? Or training hammers, for that matter. All you need is a nice heavy rock!
Huh, I’ll bring it up with Stodir, maybe he can talk to some of the visiting scholars and see if it’s possible to make something like that?
Current character list:
Catten Fencedlearned (bowyer) (alive)
Olon Worshipglazed (leatherworker) (alive)
Logem Laborgirders (gem cutter/woodcrafter) (alive)
Zutthan Paddledact (thresher) (alive)
Udil Lockedringed (planter/poet) (alive)
Endok Boltprairies (cheesemaker) (alive)
Kol Toneswords (butcher) (alive)
Catten Crowchambers (jeweler) (alive)
Tun Sunkenportals (beekeeper) (alive)
Edzul Razorblown (siege operator) (alive)
+2 unclaimed kids
Sodel Stockadecharmed (weaver/clothier) (alive)
Erib Razordrinkers (butcher) (alive)
Atîs Burialpick (potter) (alive)
Solon Golddearth (shearer) (alive)
Dodók Wetearthen (fisherdwarf) (alive)
Stukos Blushoars (fisherdwarf) (alive)
Adil Busbanded (siege engineer) (alive)
+2 unclaimed kids
Aban Ransackedmansions (armorer) (alive)
Another (mason) -> ☼Another☼ (alive)
Rith Vesselglaze (bone carver) (alive)
Sarvesh Mirrorsling (spinner) (alive)
Spriggans (wood burner) -> Spriggans (alive)
Ingish Blockadesound (miner) (alive)
Id Craftcrabs (metalcrafter) (alive)
Lorbam Gearmetal (fish cleaner) (alive)
Urist Bronzecities (scholar) (alive)
+5 unclaimed kids
Mebzuth Cudgelleaves (glassmaker) (alive)
Minkot Bannerthrone (wood burner) (alive)
Litast Citystorm (cook) (alive)
Uvash Toolsport (carpenter) (alive)
Mestthos Stafftown (furnace operator/blacksmith) (alive)
Stodir Hallesteems (mechanic) (alive)
Tobul Healgilds (glazer) (alive)
Edëm Glacierpaddle (mason) (alive
+2 unclaimed kids
Ral Scalemerchant (brewer) (alive)
Nil Goldenname (engraver) (alive)
+1 unclaimed kid
Lorbam Clawdike (bookkeeper/manager/woodcrafter) (alive)
Edzul Lanternnotched (potash maker) (alive)
Akrul Glazeletter (manager) (alive)
Vucar Labordrinker (mason/mayor) (alive)
Momuz Specialoiled (soap maker) (alive)
Zasit Controlboots (lye maker) (alive)
+1 unclaimed kid
Feb Blockadeunion (tanner) (alive)
Sigun Pulledroof (animal trainer) (alive)
+2 unclaimed kids
Catten Slingcleaned (administrator) (alive)
Ustuth Hallprice (bowyer) (alive)
Kikrost Rocksjump (fisherdwarf) (alive)
MrLurkety (woodcrafter) -> MrLurkety (alive)
Kivish Bentglazes (brewer) (alive)
Rimtar Rewardcraft (assistant doctor/scholar) (alive)
Dr. Urist (doctor/engineer/scholar) -> Gwolfski (alive)
Tun Staffpacked (fish cleaner) (alive)
+1 unclaimed kid
Lotu (miner/“leader”)-> Dame de la Licorne (alive)
Airith (architect/mason) -> TheImmortalRyukan (alive)
Ryukan (child) -> TheImmortalRyukan (alive)
NCommander (woodcrafter/animal trainer/weaponsmith) -> NCommander (alive)
Bob (child) -> Timeless Bob (alive)
+1 unclaimed kids
Lyra (carpenter) -> Lyra (alive)
Datan Paddledclutches (miller) (alive)
Imic (axedwarf/woodcutter/Clan Y) -> Imic (alive)
Udil Roomrouts (axedwarf/woodcutter/Clan C) (alive)
Rigòth Tinchant (axedwarf/woodcutter/ Clan C) (alive)
Cawcul Polishedautumns (human axeman/woodcutter) (alive)
Xetan Anguishgarnished (human axeman/mercenary) (alive)
Momuz Tradevault (axedwarf/woodcutter) (alive)
Mooney (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan Z) -> MoonyTheHuman (alive)
Ustuth Shieldfences (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan G) (alive)
Orda Sizzledbulbs (marksman/herbalist) (alive)
Kol Cheerfulgates (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan F) (alive)
Limul Dangledtorch (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan E) (alive)
Momuz Swordfigures (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan C) (alive)
Sky (hammerdwarf/Clan C) -> Skyclimber (alive)
Ino Talllistens (hammerwoman/mercenary) (alive)
Mafol Appearedrocks (hammerdwarf/Clan F) (alive)
Sahthet Helpedcages (hammerwoman) (alive)
Äs Tomefenced (hammerdwarf/woodcutter/Clan C) (alive)
Thîkut Doorpattern (hammerdwarf/Clan Y) (alive)
Neo (swordsdwarf/Clan B) -> Neo1096 (alive)
Geño Oracleclimax (human swordswoman/mercenary) (alive)
Solon Pagedletter (swordsdwarf/Clan A) (alive)
Zuglar Diamonddrums (swordsdwarf/Clan C) (alive)
Kifino Boarvales (swordself/herbalist) (alive)
Irne Skirtvoices (human swordswoman/mercenary) (alive)
Masami Fangbases (spearelf) (alive)
Rigòth Dikepage (speardwarf/mercenary/Clan C) (alive)
Gel Hoofshower (human lasher/mercenary) (alive)
Someg Churchglimmers (spearman/herbalist) (alive)
Ral Tongsspire (speardwarf/herbalist) (alive)
Ithithí Seedseared (spearelf/herbalist) (alive)
Iru Naturecried (spearelf/herbalist) (alive)
Besmar Minepink (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan F) (alive)
Towhot Wavyhollow (marksman/herbalist) (alive)
Medtob Boatsmessiah (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan F) (alive)
Deduk Raysdyes (marksdwarf/herbalist/Clan A) (alive
Urvad Bodicebalanced (marskdwarf/herbalist/Clan A) (alive)
Us Authoredglazed (human fish cleaner) (alive)
Rith Castlemoistness (fisherdwarf) (alive)
Ciko Clangorges (human milker) (alive)
Idla Rhymedfathers (human fish cleaner) (allive)
Sath Violentcrescent (human engraver) (alive)
Lulo Breachbeaches (elf weaver) (alive)
Oda Praiselake (elf planter) (alive)
Perad Faithrumor (human mechanic) (alive)
Lolama Momentdeer (elf planter) (alive)
Arstruk Hexlength (goblin doctor/scholar) (alive)
Cuthroz Factioncobalt (fisherman) (alive)
Gido Beachdoctrine (human bone carver) (alive)
Cata Owlpears (elf planter) (alive)
Ustres Judgebreakfast (human doctor) (alive)
Batow Containedesteemed (human poet) (alive)
Pesor Warmscooped (human poet) (alive)
Nako Plaguescrap (goblin poet) (alive)
Nithim Scorchedwipes (human poet) (alive)
Amxu Tickjuice (goblin poet) (alive)
Kara Odorutter (monster hunter) (alive)
Tayldis (kobold thief) (dead, cause of death: elf, d.81)
Logem Echoworked (outpost liaison) (alive)
Dodók Charmedmirror (king) (alive)
Doren Geniusnet (queen consort) (alive)
Bomrek Whiptrailed (Swordgangs leader) (alive)
Meng Baldarrow (Swordgangs trader/Bomrek’s assistant) (alive)
Dastot Brimsrelics (dwarven caravan lead trader) (dead, cause of death: dwarven hammering, d. 83)
Atîs Lashedround (dwarven caravan lead trader) (alive)
The Master (alive)
Idur Skunkpartners (human fisherman) (dead, cause of death: forgotten beast, d.88)
Cequova Glimmeredfield (spearelf) (dead, cause of death: drowning, d.88)
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Current List of Deities with full descriptions. Claimed Non-Religious: Sky, Another, Spriggans, MrLurkety.
Following are updated profiles for all claimed characters in the order in which they appear on the units list:
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