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[Kuli]

It's a shame Maester Kuli never got back to me about that temple improvment project.

Did you actually mention something like that to me, or is it just some in-character thing?  I don't remember this at all.

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Diary of maggarg.
Heard that that old elf-lover Estetar is worried about "subversive talk" because of Bertrand's grass.

[Jools]

Diary of Jools Machinescalded

Trees? Trees?!? While I like a nice bit of wood as much as the next dwarf (i.e. hacked down, dried in a stockpile and carved in to some interesting trinket with a picture of an elf and a dwarf on it - the elf is crying, the dwarf is pointing and laughing at the elf) it's completely unsuitable. Donkeys prefer to graze soft vegetation than nibble on woody trees - and that's if they allow the tree to grow past the sapling stage in the first place.

What we need is a nice lush meadow. An oasis of Eden in this harsh climate. Not some dense forest to chop down, however funny it may be to do while an Elf is around.

And of course, we need more donkeys.

[Mephansteras]

Adol sat in the dining hall, slowly eating a plate of plump helmet biscuits and sipping an ale. For a long time he just listed to the swirl of chatter and laughter around him, enjoying the sounds of a bustling fortress.

Hearing one group talking about cutting down trees to spite the elves, he frowns, and slowly rises. With a measured pace he walks over to their table, and scowls down at the dwarves sitting there.

"What's this nonsense about getting the elves riled up? Do you really think we need more enemies here? Goblins, Demons, and the walking dead not enough for you?"

"But...it's elves!" Sputtered a craftsdwarf.

"Yeah, panzy tree huggers" sniggered a fisherwoman.

"Panzy?" Adol gave them a raised eyebrow "Enough dwarven lives have been lost to them that I'd not call them that. Their love of trees has nothing to do with their fighting ability, I can tell you that. My da told me stories that would curl your beards, and he fought them firsthand on the slopes of The Black Ridge."

The smiles and sniggering slowly stops, as the dwarves sitting there start to feel his mood.

"I saw my last home smashed to bit, with a giant monstrosity hewing through solid rock like cheese. All my friends, all my kin, are dead. I won't let that happen here. Not to goblins, not to demons, not to elves. Not if I have to stop nonsense like this myself" He hefted his warhammer.

"Don't let the current peace fool you. You're not safe, and you never will be." With that, he turned and left the dining room. Leaving a table of very abashed dwarves hiding their faces in their mugs.

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 3^rd of Obsidian, 1065

"Good, Zako!  Very good," Rolland said from across the barracks.  He stood at attention, his hands clasped in front of him while he watched Zako train with Adol.  Though the latter had his hammer, Zako was becoming much better at blocking the blows with his shield, and his newest requisition of full-plate armor was helping keep his joints steady.  Even his knee brace was looking better, reinforced at the front, giving him an oddly cobbled-together look. 

Zako paused for a second to catch his breath, and Adol took the brief respite to turn his left arm in a couple short circles to work out a knot, and jerk his elbow back to catch Maggarg - who was making faces at him from behind - in the stomach with his elbow.  Rolland turned to give a few pointers to Sparrow, who was banging out bullseye after bullseye, leaving the meleers to their own devices.

"Aye, this isn't so bad," Zako said in between breaths.  "Damned Sgt. Pepper.  Knocking me out for so long."
"Perhaps he had the right of it," Kib Machinescalded said from across the room, "Isn't proper."
"Proper?" Maggarg said, scratching at his head with the handguard of his sword, "What's proper 'bout some bloated corpse mangling the greens?  Ya' daft bitch, takin' yer' squalin' brat into battle to use as a tits shield... how's 'is arm, aye?  Still broken after that goblin thawcked it?"

Kib bristled and took a step towards the recruit, but was knocked flat on her backside by a lazy swing of Sefulkubuk.  Stravitch gave her a swift kick in the side for good measure, laughing, before sauntering over towards Rolland's crew.  Unseen by the others, Rolland touched Sparrow on the shoulder and they both turned, quietly winding their crossbows.  Rolland's arm lifted to aim discretely the Captain of the Guard's gut, while Sparrow kept readied but aimed down at the floor. 

"Don't mind her," He laughed.  "She's just pissed 'cause your in the old Major's armor."
Zako's eyes widened, and he glanced down at the breastplate, saying after a moment, "I had not... it was sitting in the armor pit."
"Of course it was, The Bone Yard" Stravitch said, "That's where all armor goes, picked clean from the bones.  What use is it to them, eh?  They're gone, or dead, or run, so what's the use of just letting it sit there and rust.  Really, kid, you've got a lot of stones to try on his boots - sullied as they may be... if ya' see Varen, why don't you grab him, come down to Dodik's tonight, I'll let you buy me a drink."

Rolland and Sparrow lowered their crossbows as Stravitch sauntered away, stepping atop Kib on his way to the door.  Zako frowned down at his armor, and Maggarg said, "Gotta' say, that grayed goat's got the right of it - might as well cover yer' own ass, ifn' that old major thinks he's too damned good for a little steel."

[Zako]

Diary of Zako:

My god, what have I done...

I now know why everyone was looking at me strangely, its because of hte armour im wearing! The plate armour is from the old major, you know the one who left? Apparently, not everyone was too happy about this predicament, as shown when one of the military spoke out against me.

Who was shortly interuppted by the Captain of the Guard knocking her over with his mace. Holy shit...

I've heard horror stories of the captain of the guard, how he turned back a whole siege by HIMSELF while wearing only his pants. How his unpredicability is infamous for hurting others, how his sheer ferociousness is almost unmatched in the whole kingdom.

When he walked in, the whole room went silent. I saw out of the corner of my eye after he left that Sparrow and Rolland had even pointed their crossbows at him! Apparently, he thinks I have a lot of stones weariong this armour and that if I grab Varen, we can go to Dodik's for a drink with him.

Question is, what if Varen tries to kill me for wearing the armour? He was a silent individual when the old major was here, and I don't know how he will take it... Should I even go? Or is it more dangerous to refuse?

God, Im in a serious problem...

[Glacies]

It's a shame Maester Kuli never got back to me about that temple improvment project.

Did you actually mention something like that to me, or is it just some in-character thing?  I don't remember this at all.

I mentioned upgrading the temple to get rid of some stone way way earlier, but nobody picked up on it, I guess.

Y'know, I think this is a right bloody proper community fortress. We're actually taking part, y'know, making unreasonable mandates and bickering. 

[Jools]

Diary of Jools Machinescalded

That Stravitch bastard has been picking on my Kib again. It's obviously not a case of her being singled out for this treatment - about the one thing you can say in the jerk's favour is that he doesn't believe in giving anyone special treatment.

That aside, it's hard to know what to do about it. Despite systematic abuses of his power, he remains not just Captain of the Guard (and hence capable of locking anyone up on a whim) but also a dwarf capable of fighting off goblin squads whilst equipped with nothing but that artifact mace of his and a hastily-donned pair of trousers. Someone needs to take him down a peg or two, and any sort of open confrontation will just give him the opportunity to expand his rumoured collection of dwarven teeth.

I'm going to have to be devious about this. I'll have to get someone else in to help, too. One of the few good things about Stravitch is that you can't throw a brick round here without hitting at least two people who don't like him, a fact he takes pride in proving on occasion.

[Heavy Flak]

It's a shame Maester Kuli never got back to me about that temple improvment project.

Did you actually mention something like that to me, or is it just some in-character thing?  I don't remember this at all.

I mentioned upgrading the temple to get rid of some stone way way earlier, but nobody picked up on it, I guess.

Y'know, I think this is a right bloody proper community fortress. We're actually taking part, y'know, making unreasonable mandates and bickering. 

I hadn't ever thought of it before, but Glacies is right.  You guys are kind of like my own nobles, my ... cross to bear.  All the good-natured bickering, and increasing demands, I feel like I should just give you all a great big magma hug <3

Jools: Funny story - your characters wife has managed to mangle the limbs of BOTH your children by happily taking them into battle.  They're both fine, one has even grown into a strapping crippled child who spends his days in bed recovering from a broken "lower body", while your daughter happily dangles unconsciousness from her mother's chest thanks to the pain in her broken arms.  God, I love this game.

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Diary of maggarg
Old Stravich came and interrupted out training today after Kib and Zako had a little misunderstanding. In short, he knocked her to the floor with one lazy blow, told us about the major's armour, then invited Zako to haul varen to dodik's.
Anyway, I had to tell Kib not to take children into battle. Again.
Poor Jools is going to be head of a family of cripples. Don't think he notices though, too busy with his donkeys.
There's talk that Maester Kuli is planning to expand the Zefonist temple.
I wish there were temples for the rest of us, just for posterity.

[Jools]

Jools: Funny story - your characters wife has managed to mangle the limbs of BOTH your children by happily taking them into battle.  They're both fine, one has even grown into a strapping crippled child who spends his days in bed recovering from a broken "lower body", while your daughter happily dangles unconsciousness from her mother's chest thanks to the pain in her broken arms.  God, I love this game.

I can see why I married her. She's brilliant. And it's nice to know my virtual children are all growing up in a proper dwarven manner. All they need now is a quick fey mood, knock out an artifact each, and suddenly they'll jump up enough levels of toughness to not really care about their injuries. That's how good dwarves care for their children in my book. ;-D

[Heavy Flak]

From the Files of Aryn Estetar
1st of Granite, 1066

Population: 136, thanks to the Duke's wife, and Jools', popping out three kids total to replace the unfortunate saps crushed to death under the petrified hooves of the stalking dead. 

Wealth: Glacies has noted we've pushed past 3.2million in monies, the majority of which is held up in our state-of-the-art architecture, our wares, and our weapons.  The goods stolen from corpses are what we, in the trading business, call "icing", and I gladly made him add it to our totals as well.

Blueprints: The latest designs of the fortress, sketched up for me by Istrath during his off time.

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OOC: There is literally nothing happening.  With the turn of the new year, hopefully I'll have some more excitement to throw your way.  Until then, have fun looking over the newest map!

[Sukasa]

Not sure if there are any opening, but if there are can I claim (or get in line to claim) a dwarf?  Preferences below:

Name: "Lugnut", with the default last name if it's set for that, or "Alleywhipped" otherwise
Gender: Male
Profession: Any but mechanics, but he wants to be a mechanic, thus the name he took for himself
Background (if it's a born dwarf, ignore this): Cast out of his household and disowned for his beliefs, "Lugnut" Took it upon himself to earn a living doing <job>, scraping together just enough to buy his way to Migrursut. He wants, however, to be a mechanic, and has trained himself slightly in that regard.

[Eita]

No immigrants? Really?

[Heavy Flak]

Sukasa: You haven't missed out at all, but I am going to have to put you on the list.  Raising the dead, especially with 40d, causes a LOT of problem.  That leads me to-

Eita: I'm as bummed as you are.  I got messages every season that "This fort is too dangerous for migrants to come to", or something like that, so you and Canadian Wolverine are still waiting for dwarfification.