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[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 16^th of Slate, 1066

The inter-military situation had finally reached the boiling part.  This was in no fault of Zako, who after his first run-in with the walking dead had lost most of the cocksure attitude.  Training with Adol and Maggarg, he had grown as a soldier, and was really holding his own. 

Until Kib had crushed his foot with her hammer. 

That was the main catalyst, and though no one could prove anything, Adol was telling those in Sulari's group that Likot had slipped a few coins into her palm, or threatened her, or talked to her about Zefon's love, and convinced the already irate hammerer to unleash her anger on the poor green boy.  Zako had toppled over howling as his foot was shattered, and Kib was promptly knocked out by Maggarg's right hook. 

This brought Sgt. Pepper's massive frame barreling in from the side to bowl the crass swordsman over, using his mail-covered fists to bludgeon the dwarf.  Adol cracked the mask-wearing axedwarf in the chest with his hammer to knock him aside, cringing as a bolt thunked into the wall beside his head.  It would have struck home, in his neck, if Rolland hadn't drawn first and placed a bolt through Likot's arm - sending her aim off. 

The room was full of shouts and curses, and it took nearly a half hour before Snake and Sulari had calmed both parties down, separated them, made sure that Zako was moved to the infirmary.  Dojango saw to his broken foot and said it was clean, that it would heal up in no time but he needed to stay off it until then.  At that prognosis Rolland, even as emotionless as he was, seemed to be a bit relieved.

With all the drama in the barracks, no one noticed the Goblin in the black cape, and tall black hat, sneaking off through the desert with the child Melbil Keslolok.

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 23^rd of Slate, 1066

Aryn was safe.  He'd lead Diplomat Deerowl through the hallways seemingly at random, talking all the while to keep her distracted.  Any time he'd seen a Dwarf coming their way he'd pull her into an alcove to talk, or point out some some small objet d art.  When he saw sunlight streaming in through the main stairwell he said a silent prayer in thanks.  Placing a hand on the diplomats back, he steered her towards the stairwell.

He was blindsided by Mookie, who left the storeroom skipping - her face lit up with happiness.  In her hands, she held a pair of Dread Camel Greaves.  They were studded with lead and decorated with bones, rope-reed and turtle shell, bands of cinnabar circling around it.  Engraved on it was a picture of an elf and Releaseconfines the Dread Camel in Rose Quartz.  The Dread Camel was trampling the elf to death. 

Seeing the diplomat, Mookie beamed and waved her hand high.  From across the hallway she shouted, "Ma'am!  Ma'am!  I'm so glad you're still here!  I made these for you!"

Later that evening, Aryn stood in the hallway yelling at the poor hauler he'd grabbed to scrub the Elf's vomit off the floor.  Mookie was no where to be seen, she was too busy showing off her greaves Dancelonely to the fortress proper. 

[Zako]

Diary of Zako:

DAMN HER!! ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!

I just had my foot broken by Kib. I'm back in my bed. A prisoner of my own body. AGAIN.

Damn her...

What happened in the barracks was quite nasty, some people were almost killed. My friend Maggarg defended my prone body, who was then bowled over by Sgt. Pepper, who was hit by Adol with his hammer to throw him off, who was almost killed by a bolt from Likol's crossbow, who had her aim thrown off by a bolt to the arm from Rolland!

It took quite a while for the whole thing to calm down as well. Bout half an hour or so? Full of pain...


And all this was because of those undead in charge... I know it to be true...


They will pay for what they are doing to us... Each of them... All of them...

The following is written by a shaking hand.

I will kill them all...

[Jools]

Diary of Jools Machinescalded

Oh dear. Not content with a continuing grudge against Stravitch, my Kib has lashed out and picked a fight with someone else to add to it. According to others, it was a training accident. According to her, Zako "bloody deserved it".

He may not have done himself any favours with his choice of armour, but that's no reason in my book to shatter his foot. However my lady wife seems to disagree. I sometimes wonder if she's taken a leaf out of the books of those crazy humans - you know, the ones who go off and explore continents and climb mountains and find the sources of rivers and so on. They always say they climbed/explored "because it was there". That's probably as much reason as Kib needs or had to shatter Zako's foot.

I dropped by Zako's room with a muffin basket by way of apology, but I don't really think it'll make that difference. He's rather understandably upset.

In other news, Miss Mookie has made some fantastic Greaves from the bones of the Dread Camels. They're really well made - it seems she's become a real expert. Hopefully this newfound skill will allow her to turn from the oldest profession in the world to one that's a little more respectable.

[Sparrow]

Diary of Sparrow the Boltslinger.

Wow. Just wow. A lot of stuff hapenned. First, Zako managed to get injured.Again. He, uh, should get better at dodging stuff ya know? Then, after he got his smashed by hammerer, a fight ensued. It tooka half of hour to chill everybody. Shame, I wasn't there though.
Other news, Mookie is happy with her bone greaves. From what I heard it has a drawing of elf getting struck down. Bad timing with Elven diplomat in here and all that y'know?

Ok, back to training.

[Glacies]

23rd of slate

I sent a pot of flowers and an apology note to the elf. I'm just going to hide in my room. Lucy and Rice have both asked me to do sketches of them.

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24th of slate

Okay, so apparently Lucy wants me to draw her, nude. Er. This is not something I exactly expected. At least Rice is wearing a tunic.

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 10^th of Felsite, 1066

"Good.  Good." 

Stravitch stood in the sand in just a pair of worn trousers, his hands clasped behind him.  As of late, he'd taken to coming out at all hours of the day to stare at the slowly-rising skeleton in the sands.  The fact that he came out in various states of undress often put Lucy the lead Engineer, Rice the Mason's Representative, Glacies the Moneyman, and Vatek the Guard at ill-ease. 

"Sir, can ... can you please step away from the construction site?" Glacies said uncomfortably.  "Everyone here is wearing smocks, and hard-hats.  It's dangerous here.  We don't want you to get hurt."
"If I step away, I can't watch what they're doing!"

Rice, standing on the scaffolding, looked down at the bottom of the staircase in helplessness.  "Sir, I can't work if I can't get down from here."
"If you're not up there, you're not working!"
"I can't work unless I can go get some more of your damned cinnabar!  How can I put up the walls if I don't have any stone!"

"I CAN'T WORK LIKE THIS!" Stravitch roared.  Stepping forward, he lashed out with a hard kick, sending a hastily-constructed iron door from it's hinges, sending it bouncing across the ground until it hit a boulder.  Stalking towards the road, he pointed at Vatek, shouting, "Come with me!  It's time to practice!"
"Oh no," Vatek said, his eyes widening.  Taking a deep breath, the Guardsman reached down to the small pouch at his hip and gave it a shake, the sound of copper jangling.  "Today is payday, and...why don't we take a little trip to Dodik's, eh?  She's closing down for, ahh, renovations next week, so I... think it would be best if we made sure you said a last goodbye."

Stravitch stopped in his path, staring at Guardsman Yellowbolted.  The Guardsman, to his credit, only lifted a hand to brush back a few loose strands of hair.  Slowly the Captain gave a nod, and looked down at his bare chest, and hairy paunch.  "I'm going to go get a shirt, and find Varen... meet me at the bridge."

As Stravitch left, Vatek wilted a looking, a pained expression crossing his face.  Before he left, he glanced at Rice, who mouthed a quiet "Thank you". 

[ricemastah]

Rice's Journal
10th of Felsite

Busy busy busy... always so busy, and with Stravitch as the financier of this project and my supervisor apparently I only feel more rushed. Honestly what does he hope to accomplish in the construction site? His duties have always been on the battlefield, and here laying down the walls of his mad project I am the more experienced practitioner.
I've never had a real problem with him either, but it seems as if he has a bit of a problem with my work ethic. I do my best, I always have. I don't need to justify myself here. I've been here since the beginning! I am one of the backbones of the community, and I may no longer take part in the politics that run this place, but I will be damned if I let myself be pushed around by a Lenod-worshiping bully. Captain of the Guard or not, he is no god. I'll need to talk to him though... and I must admit he does intimidate me. And he's always so... naked...

[Duke of Nawn]

Vetek's Notes, 10th Felsite.

I am a guardsdwarf, and so my first duty is to the peace and stability of the fortress.
Captain Stravitch is the Guard Captain, and so my second duty is to follow his orders to ensure the fulfillment of my first duty.
However!, Captain Stravitch may, possibly, be the greatest threat to the peace and stability of this fortress.
Therefore, to ensure my effectiveness as a guardsdwarf, I need to protect the fortress from Captain Stravitch.
However! He is the captain of the guard, so I must follow his orders.
... Also, he could splatter me without notable effort.
Therefore, I must do what I can to minimize the damage he leaves in his wake.
... The reasonable course of action does not immediately present a reasonable solution. Therefore, I'll just have to do my best to distract him. Ms. Dodik-Come-Lately's establishment seems the most obvious choice for, uh, distractions.

[Eita]

Alright... It's so long since I signed up to be Dwarved, I forgot his name. Heavy Flak?

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 1^st of Hematite, 1066

"Where the hell are we?  Why are we standing on a road.  I've never stood on this road before."
"It's new, sir."


Vatek and Varen, standing on either side of Stravitch both looked concerned.  The Captain of the Guard was rocking on his heels, actually reeling - this was the drunkest they had seen him.  To make matters worse, he had decided to come out with just his mace and leather pants again, his thick, doughy frame covered in sticky sweat. 

"What is this folly?" He growled.  Squinting, he looked up at the start of a hastily constructed roof before continuing, "Where the hell did Dodik's go!  Where the hell ARE we!"
"You're at the right place, my dear Captain.  You're just a tad too early." 

Varen's eyes narrowed in warning, adjusting his grip on the haft of his spear.  Mounting the rise came the Fisher-leader Rinsesilver.  She glittered in the sunlight, gold beads weaved into her hair and beard, platinum chains about her neck, large rubys adorning rings on many fingers.  Her suit was immaculate and a rich blue, pinstripe, and masterfully tailored.   
"The shop's been closed.  I've decided to act as a financier for Miss Tinbells, and with this increase in funds, she feels it's... best to renovate her storefront."

"Who's Tinbells?" Stravitch asked.
"...Madam Dodik?"
"Oh,"
"Sir," Vatek said, reaching out to place a hand on the Captains shoulder.  "I warned you about this.  Let's head back, huh?  Get some coffee, eat some steaks, you and I and Varen and miss Meng, we'll make an evening out of it, yeah?"
"...Fine.  But I want my steak rare."
"Of course," Varen said in a monotone.  "You wouldn't have it any other way."

As they turned to leave, Risnesilver stood on the road watching them.  She waited until they hit the hill and vanished behind the wall.  With a soft smile, and a nod, she turned and trudged back down the service slope, barking out quick orders to the other dock workers - the ones hauling stones. 

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OOC:
 
Eita:  Here's a link to your character request.  We haven't had any children grow up, though that should be happening in a year or two, and last season the Migrants were too scared to show up yet again.  The one thing keeping me from just giving you any old Dwarf is the Zefon request. 

[Eita]

Ooh. Story idea. Also, I would like to change my request to having him be a Hammerdwarf instead of a Marksdwarf. Follower of Zefon still stands though.

From the Journal of Eita <whatever last name he/she'll eventually, hopefully get; from now on to be temporarily replaced by the much shorter placeholder, Fredington>, 2nd of Slate, 1065.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it. Drank too much last night. Missed getting my ride to Migrursut. Eh. I can also catch the next one. Been awhile since I've seen the Lieutenant though, I wonder how he's doing out there.

From the Journal of Eita Fredington, 30th of Slate, 1065 to the 1st of Hematite, 1066.

All pages save for the last have been torn out in a rage. The last page, dated the 1st of Hematite is torn, but has partially escape the slaughter. Scribbled nearly illegibly are the words, "damn cowards..."

[Kuli]

Maybe you could use a utility or edit the raws to force children to grow up, Heavy Flak.  I think it will be quite a while before migrants ever arrive again.

[Heavy Flak]

Maybe you could use a utility or edit the raws to force children to grow up, Heavy Flak.  I think it will be quite a while before migrants ever arrive again.

I think you may be right, Kuli.  As far as I know there's no grow-up utility, but when I get home I'm going to edit the raws and make children grow up in five years instead of the standard... twelve.  This is just to simulate a childhood.  With as many kids as Kib and Jool's pop out, we should have an additional 30 Dwarves in just a few years. 

[Mephansteras]

I'm not 100% sure, but I think if you do that any kids OLDER then 5 will simply never grow up. I think the code only checks for adulthood on a birthday that meets the year after childhood ends, not anything past that.

Could be wrong, though. Toady may have fixed that issue.