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[Argonnek]

Gotta love that Dwarven Justice^TM.

[Knick]

How has the Duchess Consort not met with an unfortunate accident yet?

[Heavy Flak]

Szondi's Journal
21^st of Moonstone, 1079

Happiness is finding food to live another day.  Happiness is taking barrel of booze from corrupt nobles.  Happiness is finding long lost friend.

Muscled fool Telemon caught lugging cages into domes.  How does he slip in?  By moonlight.  Down stairs in the shadows.  Covered in soot, keeping face hidden under welding mask and hat.  Coward.  Show your face, coward, let fortress see the face of cowardice.  Where do cages go?  Unknown.  Can't follow inside, not yet.  Unaware, not unarmed, not easy prey.

Who to tell?  Many options.  Enlist aid of Maudlin, could work, never backs down from fight, eager to punish those deemed wrong.  the Major, his cadre of hired geeks; inefficient but proud and strong.  Let the Goat know?  The lush would tear down whole domes... deal with problem immediately.  Satisfaction in letting all corruption wash away in streams.  Remove many problems at once. 

Gate to the domes a mouth - sickening to watch filth flowing into it.  Glass and steel body pure, untarnished, perfection until Dwarves enter.  Until evil steps foot over the thresh hold.  Scurrying about after dark, beetles infesting fresh corpse.  Glut yourself beetles.  Eat the fat from the carcass.  Grow lazy, make home.  This corpse they live in thrown in an ore cart, heading to oblivion

***

"Stop staring at me, Tun.  You're making me nervous.  How are things going in the fortress!"  When Aryn received no response, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl.  "I'm going to stab you in the shoulder if you don't answer me."

Administrator Tun felt a ripple run from the base of his neck, down his spine, sending shock waves through to his toes.  His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, and coupled with the wide eyes, left him looking dumbstruck.

"I... I saw beauty.  I saw... I saw..."



For once, understanding came over Aryn.  A smile, grim and tight, but a smile none of the less, played over his haggard face.  "You've been bitten by inspiration, haven't you? Get this finished, before you lose your mind.  I need you whole, you hear me?  Whole, and working!"

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 2^nd of Opal, 1079

Rice could feel Lucy clinging to his hand, squeezing it tightly as they disappeared into the darkness of the roughly hewn mine shaft.  Strapped to her in a pouch was their son, his head resting on her shoulder in slumber; in her right hand she held their daughters, leading her gingerly into the gloom.  They could barely make out the shifting purple robes in front of them, he fabric seeming to swirl momentarily into pitch blackness, before blooming again, catching the faint light of iridescent lichen on the walls. 

"We must have been walking an hour," Rice said.  He could feel the condensation on his beard as his words hung heavy in the air. "This is... a fools errand."
"Rice is right, please, sir, what you have to show us can't possibly be this far underground..."

"Ah!  Ah, here!  Come, see!" Tun was nearly dancing with excitement as the small family drew close.  The lichen was exceptionally thick here, casting a faint glow on the surrounding, and on a tall, stone cabinet.  A single piece of furniture, blocking the end of the passage.



"You have to be kidding me..." Anger began to flare up inside Rice, an emotion so rare it took him by surprise.  "For this?  You brought us down for this?"

Tun's smile was radiant, brighter than the glow of the tunnel.  "Step inside it, then tell me if you still feel misled."

Sighing, he gave Lucy's hand a squeeze before stepping forward.  He opened the cabinet and blinked, confused.  The back of the cabinet stepped downwards to a single microline door.  He reached out and opened it, confronted with another.  And another.  And another. 



"Lucy, you should come in here.  I think... I think this trip might have been worth it."

[ricemastah]

What is happening behind the cabinet?? I must know the secret of the doors

[Jim Groovester]

It looks like hidden rooms.

[Mephansteras]

Oooh, interesting.

[Stravitch]

It's a complicated series of knocks, whistles, and grunts in order to gain access to the deep recesses of the fortress.  That or few cave-ins and a lot of patented dwarven "dontgivafuck".

[Stravitch]

84X-XXX-XXXX

[ricemastah]

Aww man it begins again

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 1^st of Granite, 1080

"What do you suppose it is?" Dojango asked quietly.  He shaded his eyes with the flat of his hand, his eyes squinted tightly, making the sun-wrinkles at the corners appear as deep crags. 

"Looks like... a hawk." Crispin added uncertainly.  Her eyes were better by far, but staring up towards the sun, beating unrelentingly upon the land, made anything appear as a hazy and shimmering blob.  "Or maybe an eagle, perhaps.  Long way out for them, I imagine."

They followed the almost lazy movements of the of the object in the sky, watching as it fluttered and dipped with the currents.  When Jools sidled up to them, they made no effort for acknowledgement.  After watching the sky for a few moments, Jools spoke up uncertainly.

"I think it's falling."

Seconds of hushed silence showed the trio that he was, of course, right.

In horror, they watched the object growing monstrous in the sky, it's flitting and bobbing movements a result of wide, broken wings catching the occasional updraft.  As it grew closer to land, as the winds stilled among the dunes, it began to spin ever downwards.  Tumbling through the air, it landed with a decidedly muted thump on the hard packed dirt near the fortress wall. 

Jools gave his beard a hard tug, his face stony.  "Shoot it a couple times Crispin, while I get down from this wall.  Make sure it's not moving before I get to it."

When he arrived, the beast had a handful of bolts stuck in it.  He reached down and gripped it's head by a pair of uneven horns, lifting it.  Looking into the red eyes, upon the green face half rotted away, eventually to the arched and tattered wings laying broken around it.  He let it drop, circling around to bulky legs and a simple skirt made of some type of fiber.  He didn't know what it was, not this foul thing.  But he knew where it had come from.

"Help us all, in this place", and then he turned his head up to the wall, his voice raising.  "do you hear drums?  Please, please tell me you don't hear drums yet."

[Mephansteras]

Sounds quite ominous.

[Stravitch]

843-XXX-XXXX

How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

[Heavy Flak]

I've spent the past week in Vegas, and this week in Warsaw Indiana, this two week whirlwind of conferences and training. 

I don't want to bore you with stupid Vegas stories, but geeze.  In the five days I was there, it involved strippers missing teeth, and coworkers getting violently groped, and an Escalade limo paid for someone I don't even know, and one of our managers almost getting punched in the mouth by his salesman, and me saving a dude from getting bounced from the casino when he started screaming and throwing his chips at the guy running the craps table, and my roommate being a psychopath who cackles and whistles in his sleep after he drinks an entire bottle of Grey Goose. 

Oh.  Yeah.  That was all in the first night.  It started 20 minutes after the wheels touched on the tarmac.

Anyway.  I've ordered a gallon of gorilla shit to be delivered to Stravitch's house, and also I plan to update this weekend!  I hope none of you have had as interesting a time as I have.

[Argonnek]

And now I want to go to Vegas.