The Events of the 16th of Obsidian, 1059"What do you mean I can't have any plump helmet stew?" Groaned Akroma, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Well... According to Countess Budseal," began Dojango wearily, "You can't get any dinner unless you sign the Loyalty Oath."
"But I signed one of those this morning!" Objected Akroma.
Istrath, standing behind Akroma in line, just shook his head. "No, not for this, you signed one of them for your chisel and workshop space this morning. This is for food."
Production had ground to a halt. In the hallway, soldiers were signing their loyalty oaths to spar or take out weapons, to go on patrol. Before and after each shift craftsmen signed oaths for their tools and shop spaces. The miners signed for their picks; a loyalty oath signed by every civilian who wanted to go out and grab items left behind in the last gobbo battle.
The crash of the mess hall door rebounding off the wall sent waves of silence through the room. Silhouetted in the frame was Major ---- DayCovering.
His craggy brow furrowed as he absorbed the scene before him, the lines of Dwarves signing their pledges. He bypassed the waiting line, coming to a stop before Dojango, who wilted slightly under his fearsome gaze.
"Gimme. Eats," demanded Major ---- DayCovering.
"Uhh, excuse me, Major," Said the the Countess Consort, scurrying over from the corner. "I'm sorry, but, uhmm, in order to get your dinner, you'll need to sign one of these loyalty oaths, so we may be sure you're not plotting AGAINST the fortress."
Major ---- DayCovering stared down at the paper, his shock of silver mane partially obscuring his face. Slowly he lifted his gaze upwards, eyes narrowing to little slits.
"Give EVERYBODY eats," Roared Major ---- DayCovering.
"Oh! Right away, sir! Right away!" said an obviously relieved Dojango, the complaint of Countess Consort Budseal lost in the ensuing cheer and rush of boots across the stoney floor.
And thus ended the Glorious Loyalty Pledge of 1059.