With furrowed brow, Salmeuk scribbles away at his journals. Whatever comes to mind, he records!I have returned to the helm of Fishheads, and,
as always, I have a mess to clean up:
Spriggans was a kind overseer, not too controlling, and I honestly believe him to be a superior engineer to myself after witnessing the sinking of that gigantic open shaft through the seafloor, however his tenure brought many troubling things to light regarding one of our more prominent gods of worship. Ono is associated with . . . sacrifice, and that's it. Seems awfully problematic to have no other guiding philosophies besides, uh, thoughtless murder in the name of your religion, but hey I'm not here to judge.
Salmeuk the dwarf worships like four gods and is currently cheating on her husband with some rando, the hypocrite
The details are unclear, but it seems we narrowly dodged the wholesale takeover of our legal structure by the cultish intentions of the foul worshippers of Ono. Right beneath our noses they practiced ritual sacrifice (if only we had installed windows!) and build a large, mold-like green structure replete with golden statues of otherworldly beings with far too many tentacles. It seems as though Spriggans elected to self-sacrifice, and at the height of the subversive rituals he disappeared from view into the saltwater below, and has never been seen since. Some of his worshippers claim to still communicate with him, if they get on their hands and knees and press their ears to the floor, they hear him whispering through the lapping of the waves. Fucking hell, you know someone for years and it turns out they're just as nutty as the rest of the lot, eh?
Seeing as the cult has commit sepuku I will leave the remnants of the spreading green to decay in the elements. The remaining, non-insane worshippers of Ono seem to like the temple, and particularly the depictions of their eldritch deity, so that's
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The "Dark Siege" was in fact a single goblin crossbowman, who appeared lost in the humid coastal jungles and had no intention of attacking us. He scampered off after noticing about 10 of his comrades locked in cages at our gate.
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This dwarf is aptly named:
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This is a really badass image:
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Look, our dwarves train in splendid colours! Happy 4th of July, if you're into that kind of thing.
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I did a double take upon reaching the top of my tower to the fish gods:
That is CERTAINLY not a fish, and I really don't think it has any business being in that terrarium. Like, where the fuck is OSHA cause that elephant tank is going to explode one of these days. And that elephant is NOT tame.
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Meanwhile, the most horrifying unit list I have every laid eyes on, for your own viewing pleasure:
Spriggans, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? what fate have you cursed your virtual avatar to?
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