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[Kaelem Gaen]

Journal of of Istrath Leopardknight,

I don't know whether to be proud of Limul or disgusted by Aryn, using our son like that, it was clearly a political move.  Son of the Wastelands, I can't remember if our son was the first born in the wastes, I was to happy when he was born to remember much.  

I've also decided to be the Union head for the Jewelers.  Hopefully they will bring in more gems for us to use, but it is more satisfying to use the ones we dig out here ourselves.

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I, I CURSE THIS PLACE!  The dread camel, they are a menance.   My dear wife {the name is smeared and illegible by tears} has been killed, it seems no-one noticed it till it was too late.   I blame Aryn and the merchants who brought us out here with claims of it being Utopia.  My love, I will be with you someday, and I promise I will never re-marry, my eyes and my heart only go for you my love.

I've decided that Aryn is a false prophet... And so I've decided to listen to Johnny more.   I've also had some paperwork made so that in the event of my death, my son Limul will take my place as the Union Leader. Hopefully this responsibility will not fall to him before he is an adult, but out here he might have to grow up fast.

(OOC: Basically he joined up with Johnny, and if Istrath dies, I'll want to take up Limul (Didn't Istrath have another kid?) Also, could you post Limul's profile?)

[ April 05, 2008: Message edited by: Kaelem Gaen ]

[Heavy Flak]

quote:Originally posted by Kaelem Gaen:
<STRONG>I, I CURSE THIS PLACE!  The dread camel, they are a menance.   My dear wife {the name is smeared and illegible by tears} has been killed, it seems no-one noticed it till it was too late.</STRONG>

Wonderful!  Extremely well played, Kaelem, that was a great touch.  

quote:Originally posted by Kaelem Gaen:
<STRONG>(OOC: Basically he joined up with Johnny, and if Istrath dies, I'll want to take up Limul (Didn't Istrath have another kid?) Also, could you post Limul's profile?)</STRONG>

Istrath only has one son, Limul, who's growing up just fine.  He actually was th first child born to the fortress and like most children has been spending his time Doing As He Pleases(!) and finding the time to become a Skilled Grower.

[Heavy Flak]

The Events of the 1st of Limestone, 1056

It was dinner time for the second-shifters.  Rice and Lucy sat at their table at the end of the dining room, laughing and joking.  Istrath and his son sat close by, the jewelers arm around him as they poured over a copy of the trade logs - slowly but surely teaching the young Dwarf how to read.  Archin had come in from the quarries, giving orders about the newly discovered platinum vain to her underlings.

The doors to the dining room opened wide, another Dwarf sliding in with his tray of food.  A chair scraped on the tiles, another spot taken at the row of tables.  

But slowly silence fell over the group.  Heads turned, and everyone was looking at the newcomer, sitting alone.  He had a terrible visage, his head framed with thick gray curls, a large, neatly trimmed gray beard hanging to his belt.  Dark eyes were hidden by his bushy eyebrows, a large roman nose invoking images of the Old Gods, the Dark Gods, the ones that formed the land.  

Major ---- DayCovering hadn't left his room in two and a half years.  He was mythical among the fort, having had his head crushed by a camel and his arm broken.  No one had stopped in except for the Cook assigned to deliver his food and water.  And here he was.  The news spread fast, and though no one was sure what his old position was, or what he would do now, or even what his first name was, the populace was excited: Major ---- DayCovering had returned!

***

OOC: I try not to just make random named Dwarves for no reason, but I kind of have a soft spot for this guy.  The second he was made a Hammer Lord, he was practically killed, and for like 2.5 years he's been out of commission.  Seeing him just saunter into the dining room was a real shock since I'd all but given up on him recovering.

[ricemastah]

Rice's Journal
26th Granite

The goblins have come yet again. As I watched yet another conflict I cannot help but notice the lack of discipline in our forces. While the goblins maintain their tight formations our dwarves rush in recklessly, and almost always alone. And so In this battle Sulari was alone as well, and her only back up showed up far too late. I must question the reason of Snake who was with her, but decided the elves' safety was of greater importance than that of Sulari's. And the marksdwarves, who showed up far too late to be of use. This is unacceptable! We have lost far too many to utopia, far too many. I can only hope that Sulari is tough enough to recover. Although why her comrades would leave her in the wastes is beyond me

17th of Hematite
Likot of the Marksdwarves has been elected. It was... unanticipated to say the least. Although I myself did not vote I had never heard of the marksdwarf before now. One must wonder at the actual process of voting for mayor.

[Heavy Flak]

From the Files of Aryn Estetar
28th of Limestone, 1056

The Third law of the Nature of Dwarves:

Our stature, stout and short, has lead many of the lesser races to believe we are also of strong will.  That is the farthest from the truth.  My time spent has taught me that Dwarves, when met with disappointment, will break like an egg on stone.  

Look at the Mason!  Her mind is filled with grand designs and months are spent toiling in MY shops, holding up MY productions, and trying MY patience.  And what is the result?  Unable to get her work just right, this Mason snaps.  She's now running nude around the fort, screaming gibberish, and is amusing herself by throwing herself into the still-empty lake from the bridge above.  I have half a mind to push her off the cliff and into our Magma Dump and be done with it once and for all.

Army:  We've been sieged again, the goblins seeming to come hot on the heels of every caravan to visit.  Word has been leaking - both good and bad - because one of the local Goblin warleaders, Bosa the Lasher, has arrived.  The siege was broken in record time.  While Likot kept the pikesmen at bay, Sulari's axes moved from the south up and routed the lashers.  Sulari took Bosa's head herself, and I'd be remiss not to reward her for that.

[Heavy Flak]

The Events of the 19th of Moonstone, 1056

Johnny was writing furiously at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration.  The hurried sound of footfall didn't bother him at all: Stravitch was expected tonight.  His friend had been given a very important task.  

What was not expected was Stravitch toppling in through the door.  His shirt was missing, his chest and face covered in deep gouges.  

"Oh Gawd, man!  What the 'ell happened!"  Johnny rushed over to help him up, half dragging the Dwarf to one of the chairs in his room.  It took a few minutes for Stravitch to talk, and in that time he panted heavily, dabbing at the blood dripping into his eyes, and drinking heavily from the mug of ale on the counter.

"I tried... getting in to Likot, but..."
"But?  But what?"
"Before you pissed the elves off, Aryn bought a Jaguar!"
"...A Jaguar?  Why'd he wanna go an' do that?"

"Because he gave it to Likot as a pet!  It's chained in front of her bedroom door!  I didn't see it in the dark and it got a hold of me... I managed to get before she woke up, but..." A look of dawning horror spread over his face.  "Oh no.  My shirt!  It ripped my shirt off!  They'll know it was one of my guard!"

Johnny sank down heavily into the other chair, grabbing the hair at his temples in frustration.  Slowly he shook his head.  "We're just gunna need to knuckle under, or somethin'.  Are there any of yer' guard tha' can take the fall?"

"Well... I don't like being left short handed, but... yeah.  I'll take care of this."
"Ya're right, ya' better!  Gods, a feckin' Jaguar!"

[Heavy Flak]

The Files of Aryn Estetar
1st of Granite, 1057

Monsters!  There was an attempt on Likots' life, but thankfully that jaguar I gave to her as a present has done it's job.  To safe guard myself, I've had a grizzly bear placed inside my own room.  I hope that will be enough of a detorant to keep would-be assassins out.

A shirt was found, one of the Emerald Blue that signify Stravitch's motley crew.  He said he would investigate immediately.  His results had better arrive on my desk in an expiated fashion.  

Census: 100 Dwarves
Layout: The current lay of the fort.  Everything is moving swimmingly.

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The Events of the 13th of Granite, 1057

Edem Ironwhip stood at the edge of the gangplank, his hands bound in front of him.  He was trembling, terrified by the whirlwind of events that had lead him to this spot.  

Aryn had burst into his room, flanked by Likot and her marksdwarves, the fool manager grinning from ear to ear.  They'd trussed the poor guardsman in irons and marched him up the stairs leading him to the edge of the plank.  Aryn himself stood at the kill-switch.  

Smoothing back his tangled mess of hair, Aryn turned to address the dwarves watching in the distance. "This!  This is what happens to traitors to our cause!  Edem was caught through evidence left behind at the scene of an almost-crime!  Watch closely, lest you have deadly machinations of your own."

The switch was pulled.  There was an ominous click, and the bridge swang downwards.  Edem dropped, his world blanketed by black as the magma engulfed him.

[ April 06, 2008: Message edited by: Heavy Flak ]

[Heavy Flak]

The Events of the 25^th of Granite, 1057
There was much rejoicing, because the traps at the front gate had actually served their purpose.  Their first victim: Olngo Wraithdoom.  He sat in the cage laughing as they carried him inside, flapping his cape like great black bat wings, jeering and taunting. 

the Dwarves, in their exuberance, made a small mistake.  They left Olngo alone while they rounded up his colleagues, the ones who were getting caught in traps, or the ones who had slipped past and were trying to slip inside.  In this small window of time the lock to his cage had been picked, and Olngo slipped free.

When they noticed their mistake, he had grabbed Valania, using her as a shield.  With her own dagger pressed to her throat, he twirled the long handlebar mustache with his other hand, cackling loudly.  With the close-combat Dwarves hobbled, unwilling to risk the Master Engravers life, Likot stepped forward.  She had been given executive orders by Aryn and aimed to fulfill them.

"What do you want, beast!" Likot screamed at Olngo, her crossbow at the ready.
"What do I want?" came the shrill reply.  "Mwhaha ha ha!  Oh, silly dwarves!  You have no, no, NO idea at all, do you?  It's been told, through legend!  We will have it!"

"Your kind will be destroyed, green filth.  Let the Engraver go, and I swear by Zefon this bolt will end your life swiftly.
"Mwhaha ha ha!  Of course!  Well, than, let me offer this as a rebutal!"

Olngo dug the knife forward, and drew it back Sharply.  Valania's eyes went wide, a torrent of blood spraying from her jugular.  With a shriek, Likot and her marksmen opened fire but Olngo used her sagging body as a shield, the bolts piercing her body in a half-dozen places.  From behind the dwarf, Olngo taunted, "We WILL have the child!  Though you may have me trapped there will be more!  Do you here me?  There. Will. Be. More!  FOR OLSMO!  FOR OOLLLSMMMOOO!"

There was an explosion, a flash of light that blinded those outside.  When the smoke and sand cleared, all that could be seen was a crater.  Valania's corpse was thrown forward, limp as a ragdoll, to land by the pond in a heap.  Goblin chunks littered the sand, blood smearing as far back as the wall.  The only thing that was left fully intact was Olngo's stovepipe hat and cape, and his threat, both dire and opaque. 

***

(OOC: Poor Valania.  She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.  Olngo ended up grabbing her as I mistakenly tried to move him to the lava pit.)

[Zironic]

I cheer you on for your dropping random dwarves into lava.

[Kuli]

Olsmo!   :mad:

I saw on the map archive that you were looking for suggestions for the tombs.  I'm thinking either a big circle or a big infinity symbol to represent the cycle of rebirth.

[Heavy Flak]

Oof, a little bit of bad news, folks.  I've been hit with the Trifecta of annoyances:

1) My company is forcing my hand to take a CompTIA course, despite my constant harping at how shitty their "certifications" are.  My evenings are spent studying, when I'm not...
2) Out with the family that is visiting from out-of-town.  This is coupled with...
3) Finishing a writing project that's got an end of April deadline to it.  

As such, you get nearly a week of no-updates.  I'll be able to post again most likely on Friday, but until then ... It'll be infrequently, and all Out of Character.  Just wanted to give you a heads up, and not think I dropped the whole story.  There are more projects to complete and Dwarves to Magma Drop, believe you me.

quote:Originally posted by Zironic:<STRONG>
I cheer you on for your dropping random dwarves into lava.</STRONG>

There will be more to come, don't you worry.  Maybe I'll make some steel screw pumps so that I can bring it up to ... do fun things with it.

quote:Originally posted by Kuli:<STRONG>
Olsmo!

I saw on the map archive that you were looking for suggestions for the tombs. I'm thinking either a big circle or a big infinity symbol to represent the cycle of rebirth.</STRONG>

The infinity symbol could be a really nice idea... Hmm, I'll have to play around with some designs during breaks in training.

[ April 07, 2008: Message edited by: Heavy Flak ]

[bigmcstrongmuscle]

quote:The infinity symbol could be a really nice idea... Hmm, I'll have to play around with some designs during breaks in training.

Make it out of a self-powered cycle of flowing water for +30 symbolism points. A miracle of Zefon!

[Kuli]

Does that even work anymore?  I thought that was an effect of the old flood/anti-flood mechanic in the 2D version.

[bigmcstrongmuscle]

Sure does. Its cause of how waterwheels work. They produce 100 units of power as long as there's a flow beneath them - even if it's being produced by a pump which they themselves power.

[Heavy Flak]

Well - Family is gone, the cert-test is over, and I've got a stiff drink in hand.

Let's hit it.