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[Akroma]

legendary druid ?

I didn't even know there is such a skill

what does it do ?

[Captain Mayday]

Captain's Log. 3rd if Opal.
I met with Ostri today. Hopefully for the last time for a while. We finalized our long overdue trade agreement, and got down to brass tacks.
I told him the murders looked like they may have been ritualistic. At least that's what the Priestess says, but how trustworthy she is as a source is in doubt.

Regardless, it shut Ostri up, and I'm concerned now about this ritual as well. Brilliant.

I've told her to keep looking into it. Evidently from what I can make out, she believes her God told her to seek us out, and sent her the long way through the Tundras. She believes that something less than divine is happening here and I'm certain that this has been the case ever since I swore before naming this place.

Regardless, the story shall reveal itself in time.

I've also had Kal Berim installed in my office. It's as convenient a place as any, and saves me carrying it around. It's felt weird ever since I killed the Hammerer with it, and the feeling got worse with the arrival of the priestess.
I've noticed the others doing the same with their own artifacts.

[Captain Mayday]

Events of the 7th of Opal
"Blood for the Blood God!" screamed the Priestess, crushing the cat beneath her foot in the busiest hallway in Nist Akath.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked the guard, Onol, who was passing nearby, in the middle of her daily patrol.

"A sacrifice!" declared the Priestess.
"Lady, I've got no time for religion. That's an offence you've just committed!"
"But... Armok."
"But prison! I'm taking you in!"
"But I'm a Priestess! I AM ABOVE THE LAW!"

Onol turned and glared. "You're new here. We do things differently here. You're coming with me. Time to get acquainted with your new cell."

[Captain Mayday]

Captain's Log. 16th of Opal.
I've just learned of the Priestess' incarceration for her cat murdering. Frankly, while I'm more interested in giving her a medal for this act, I'm forced to be political about it.

I've also been surprised by one of the farmers who has apparently taken control of a masons workshop. The Priestess expressed her desire to watch the process, but sadly she is in prison.

I wrote her a small note keeping her informed as to what was going on, however.

[Captain Mayday]

Captain's Log.
Well, Urdim the ex-planter, now master mason, has finished his work.
He has created an armour stand he dubbed "Naturalcharred the Impervious Hoof."
It's only real feature is that it has an image of a native platinum ring on it, for some reason made out of electrum.

It is however incredibly valuable and therefore I ordered it placed in my dining room.

[Trax]

Heh, it's funny how for my character, he too also likes Rainbow Trout.  

[penguinofhonor]

quote:Originally posted by Captain Mayday:
<STRONG>It is however incredibly valuable and therefore I ordered it placed in my dining room.</STRONG>

So I'm guessing artifacts created in older versions don't get dropped by the dwarves?

[Captain Mayday]

Oh no, they immediately get dropped.
The Captain ordered them all to furnish his personal rooms.

[Lemnx]

I know how it all ends! The Cap'n goes mad and crushes everybody to death with Turtle Shell Earrings!

[Captain Mayday]

Captain's Log. 27th of Obsidian.
Nok is distraught. Although I told her on numerous times she shouldn't do it, she took her baby into battle, and now her baby has paid the price.

We shall bury the child shortly. Naturally, since it isn't a reknown craftsman, it will get one of the commoner graves.

[Captain Mayday]

Events of the 14th of Granite.
"Oh gods!" shouted Jirou. "Skelks!"
Jirou ran for his life, while the Skelk gave a halfhearted chase.
For some reason, Jirou was out on the tundra, trying to collect some vague item.
And he was out there by himself.

He was so focused on escaping the Skelks that he ran directly into a goblin ambusher squad.
"AAAAAHHH!" screamed Jirou, hoping to make himself heard in the fortress.
"GOBLINS!" he screamed, again and again, running around in circles as they attempted to catch and silence him.

Unfortunately for them Jirou was very fast, and it was not long before he had gained a substantial lead on them.

Nagash II was also very fast, and was out on the Tundra by himself as well.
But he knew no fear, and rushed to assist Jirou in his moment of need, deciding only at the last moment that he would prefer to go and get a drink.

It wasn't a problem for Jirou, however, as the goblins were by this point disappearing into the distance, unable to keep up.
They did see battle, however, in the form of the mighty spear maiden Viktoria.
The battle only lasted a few moments, and she actually required more time and effort to get the blood off her shining spear.

She was moments later joined by her squad, and Id's squad as well.
"Goblins." she muttered to them, and they gazed at the corpses sombrely.
"Where there's one squad, there's more." said Kast.
"Indeed." mused Viktoria. "We'll do a sweep."
"Elves just arrived." replied Id. "We'll go babysit the treelovers while you check the surroundings."
Viktoria merely nodded, and began moving south.

[Captain Mayday]

Captain's Log. 23rd of Slate.
Today saw another new arrival. A philosopher (because apparently our other useless nobility wasn't enough of a bane.)

She doesn't seem to ask for much, though, but does indicate that she has been ordered here by a diplomat.
She also seems to know the Priestess (who apparently enjoys smashing our furniture and spending time in the jails).
They are not friends, and I'm sure there'll be some bitter sniping at each other.

[Captain Mayday]

The Dairy of Udir Bloodsister, Priestess of Armok. 1st of Felsite.
I feel I am nearing the end of my long search for the student of the despised 'priest' of Armok's hated foe.
Their attempts to bring forth their God once more is laughable, and I intend to expose them very soon.
All that's left is to narrow my list.
It is clear to me now that the Nobility must be involved, but I'm unsure to what extent. The previous Hammerer must have been involved too, given her sudden departure from dwarven behaviour, and it is likely the new Hammerer is also acquainted with the nobles on their despicable level.

And yet, I can do nothing from this cell.

Once I am free, I will decide who the student is, and will slay them for the Glory of Armok.
I have already spoken with each of them today, and I know from the dying words of that failed priest that his student is a female.
Given the time frame we're talking about here, I must assume that she has been here for some time.
Assuming she is still among those generally considered as actually alive, the list of candidates is as follows:
Xotes Realmsbolted, one of the founding members of Nist Akath.
Ral Paddlepainted, a farmer with no family.
Thob Boulderruler, a masterful woodcrafter, with no family.
Athel Tatfath, a guard.
Asmel Inkshadows, widow of the famed Exoleet, and a master of her own trade.
Libash Swordbodice, a miner who spends a lot of time in the deep dark places.
Olin Laboreddays, another such miner.
Ingish Pulleyromances, famed armorer of Nist Akath.
Bomrek Twistpaddle, the famous Captain of the Guard.

I have organized for all of them to meet with me, having engaged the Ironblood's willingness to get it done.
If none of these show any results, I will be forced to investigate the halls of the dead more thoroughly, there's no telling what profanities the bitch student may have conjured down there.

[Kinneus]

Heh, I love how incredibly stupid my dwarves are. Even the Captain's masterful storytelling is powerless to downplay their utter idiocy. Kinneus tries to take down a dragon with his bare hands, and Nok uses her own children as shields and projectile weapons.
Also, I can't help but wonder how living in Nist Akath will shape the philosopher's philosophy.

quote:Thesis 221: If it is moving, and alive, it is a goblin.
Thesis 222: If it is still, and was once alive, it is a dead goblin.
Thesis 223: If is still, and was never alive, it is snow.
Thesis 224: If it is moving, but dead, it is a skelk.
Thesis 225: Regardless of an object's state of life, death, or undeath, and regardless of its capacity for movement, it is always an object capable of causing pain and agony.
Thesis 226: Therefore, all objects cause pain and agony, or are capable of causing it, as demonstrated by the Captain's Gabbro cabinet.
Thesis 227: Existence is filled with objects, therefore, existence is characterized primarily by pain.
Thesis 228: Do not touch the Captain's crumpets.

[ February 26, 2008: Message edited by: Kinneus ]

[Captain Mayday]

Events of the 4th of Felsite.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes. Yes I did." said the Priestess, standing in her cell.
"Please take a seat." she gestured to the bed nearby.
"What's this about?" asked her guest.
"Well, I just need to check something, and you're the last of my appointments."
"I've been busy. The fortress is a busy place."
"Indeed." replied the Priestess, dryly.

Beneath this conversation the Priestess was performing some less-than-mundane investigation upon her guest. She knew this was the student now, there could be no doubt about it. But she could not confront her here, like this. Better to play the fool.

"Well, I've seen everything I need to." said the Priestess.
The guest stood, but rather than turning to leave, she said "Yes. And that's rather the problem, isn't it?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." said the Priestess.
"I know why you're here, slave of the blood god!"
"What? How!?" asked the Priestess, her voice rising in alarm.
"No more questions." replied the Acolyte, advancing on the Priestess, and kicking her over.
She grabbed the slack from the Priestess' chains and forced them around her neck, strangling the life from her with surprising strength.

Once the priestess had slumped to the floor, the Acolyte placed her hand upon the corpse and it burst into flames. She made sure to burn the priestess' journal too, as there was no telling how much information could be stored in there.
"Wonderful. Every passing day brings greater power as my God nears his triumph." noted the Acolyte, before she turned to leave, slipping out into an empty hall.

Events of the 5th of Felsite.
"Dead?" asked Ironblood, looking slightly dumbfounded. He had been enjoying a cup of tea and a crumpet with Xotes, who sat opposite him, catching up on stories from the Mountainhomes.
"Dead." confirmed Bomrek, with a grimace.
"How?" asked Xotes.
"Burning. Not sure how long it was before we found her." answered Bomrek.
"Bomrek, how did the priestess burn to death in a stone cell? Did she light her bed on fire? I know she had a tendency to destroy furniture, but that's taking it a little far." said Ironblood.
"As far as I can tell, there was no source of combustion. She just burned."
"Sorcery!" gasped Xotes.
"Probably." nodded Bomrek.

Ironblood sighed, leaning back in his chair against his famed artifact cabinet.
"I don't want sorcery in my fortress, Bomrek."
"Yes sir."
"Find out who was in the area, and talk to them!"
"Yes sir."
"And Bomrek?"
"Yes sir?"
"Trust no-one! I mean... apart from me, clearly."
"Yes sir. Of course sir. Everybody is a suspect!"
"Except me." said Ironblood, making certain.
"Uh, yes sir."
Bomrek left the room, and Ironblood leaned forward to contemplate his crumpet.
"I hope you won't take offense, Xotes, but I've rather lost my appetite."