Mmm. Did it really take me this long to update? The last... week(s?)... are kind of hazy. Well. You deserve more than this after such time, at least something with some *pictures*, but I only had about an hour's worth of attention, and, besides, I need input. Because, uh, I didn't ever actually set the population cap like Nopal asked. :|
Excerpts from A Million Little Pichus: A Memoir, by Maximum Spin Valecrafts:
After Mottled Petrel's election, events in GoldSilver settled down considerably, which was for the best, since at the same time I was struck by a sickness and unable to devote much attention to my businesses. But the respite is never long enough, and my recovery was interrupted with reports that a Bronzong in the caverns had become aggressive, injuring Birdy and his beloved Trumbeak. I mobilised the army (including, redundantly, Birdy himself) and hoped they would arrive in time. They did, and, though the Bronzong wasn't killed – they're far too resilient – it was successfully driven off without serious casualties.
Or so I thought, until I heard that it had fired off one last blast of Extrasensory as it ran off, which, by sheer terrible luck, killed the Trumbeak. I was just about to offer my condolences when I was informed that Birdy hadn't actually been told yet. Less than eager to be the one to tell him, then, I simply made a mental note to act surprised if he ever found out.
Just before the end of the next month, a party of migrants arrived at our borders. I had no reason to feel concerned about this at first, until my associate Nopal ran up to me and reminded me that his business interests required that GoldSilver's population not exceed 120 hands, for tax purposes, and that the newcomers already sighted would bring us dangerously close to exceeding that limit. Therefore, I dispatched Azalea to run to the front gate lever and pull it, which she accomplished just in time to prevent anyone from formally entering our walls, although one immigrant cook experienced a brief and ultimately harmless moment of flight when caught on the closing drawbridge. Though two of our less important citizens were caught outside, I decreed that the gate would remain closed until we could be certain that the incoming party was safely within the allowable population limit.
Regrettably, a quick headcount of the confused, milling peasants from atop the heights of Paddywagon Man's gulpin temple quickly made it clear that they were not. If those outside were allowed to enter, GoldSilver would technically boast 122 dwarven citizens, which is obviously unacceptable. Several of us argued for a while about what to do: let the outsiders starve to death (which could take months, since they have plenty of fresh water and forage plants), suspend Nopal's requirement, or simply execute two children (starting with Melkor). I was able to delay the problem without taking a side, though, by simply asserting that, logically, the gate must remain closed until the fortress came to a consensus — likely, I figured, to take longer than the remainder of my term as overseer. Unfortunately, I also knew that I'd want to open the gate before that, to receive the next caravans, so it would no doubt become necessary for me to intervene directly before long.
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