"Allmighty Omer! I wisheth to kill the besiegers!", I shouted to the sky. Ganondwarf looked at me as if I was mad, accompanied by the ghost of Arx. "Only thou can dissuade me! If my decisions art foolish, mighty god of rain, giveth me a sign!"
I expected no response.
How wrong I was.
After calling off the "offensive defense", I quickly ordered people to go back to their posts. Finally, things started to progress. 1/4th of the cathedral was already dug out, and parts smoothed too. I ordered the comission of several images, to be engraved within the temple. It finally started to look worthy. It was far from finished, but I felt Omer would be pleased.
There was other progress, too. The black bear captured long ago was now trained to be semi-wild. If my resources and manpower would allow it, I would place the creature in a beautiful silver cage within the church, to be gazed upon by all visitors of the holy place.
Without my permission, my forumites have buried the remains of Arx. I liked his ghost, and it was not my intention to banish him to Armok's purgatory. Yet they have. I can not find his tomb, nor the forumite who buried his remains. If I could, and had the manpower to spare for a banhammer wielder, I would have the poor soul hammered into purgatory too.
The ghost of Amost Zuglarsacat has also been put to rest. May the Gods save him from Armok's forges. I am still unable to find the forumite responsible for releasing these souls, and the location of their tombs remains a mystery to me.
Obsidian has started, and the cathedral is coming along nicely. More than half of it is excavated, and if we're able to attract migrants in spring, summer or autumn, we might still finish it in time. I have slightly altered the details of the plan, creating some small new rooms. They shall be used as tombs for the worthy, allowing their soul to be bound to the cathedral for eternity. This way Armok and his demons will never be able to confiscate their soul, whilst Ur's cursed march of the dead will never be able to revive their bones.
Progress however, is a little too slow. Everytime my forumites strike damp stone, they feel the need to say the most frightening word of power; "Bollocks". It will not affect the passing of time for my body, but my mind is unable to ignore such power. Digging under the wet cave feels like living for decades.
The end of winter nears, yet the siege remains unlifted. Hopefully we will soon be released of these politicians. We will need it to prosper once more. We will need it to make Necrothreat great again.