I don't blame you for not knowing when it happened. It was 25 or so pages back.
Rogue dies.
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=19308.msg7505280#msg7505280Rogue takes over another body.
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=19308.1860EDIT:
Halfway through summer. Here's what I've got so far.
Events
Carefulrogue took the his time for a while to just pace. He had another failure to consider, to try and resolve. Five highly competent members of the military dead. All because he’d wanted the surface clear for projects. He’d get the projects now, but at the cost of five high value soldiers.
He considered taking over another forumite. He wasn’t mincing words anymore about what it was he did. He was overriding the consciousness of someone else. With that acknowledgement, he locked away other thoughts. Now was not the time for the darker analysis.
A chill made it’s way up his spine and he let out growling sigh. The fortress didn’t have an overseer. Or someone to give them the semblance of direction. “They need someone to lead. Better I than some other fool Apiks’ll appoint. Or himself. If that’s the case, i’d prefer the fool.”
Carefulrogue wandered down into the fortress, still pacing, but now observing what was going on. He saw the complement of crying individuals, mourning the passing of friends and relatives, and of course the heroes they’d looked up to. Carefulrogue didn’t look on for long.
Deeper in, he found the workers focusing on the various projects he’d wanted done: the smoothing, the bricklaying, the mining. It was an admirable task for them to do, as they dealt with the losses.
“We really could use some more lumber. And it’d be nice to get to building a tower on that battlefield, but this is a good place to start,” Carefulrogue muttered. “We could get the lumber from out front, clear a path to put a formal road. It’d be nice to be able to finally do something of the like. We could also get it from the battlefield. The tree’s are too low anyways to allow for much help anyways.”
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CLAANGCarefulrogue started and spun around. One of the miners was staring directly at him. The pick he was holding, now lay on the ground. Shock covered his face.
“Oh, not again,” Carefulrogue said, looking at the ceiling. “Alright, look-”
The forumite jumped again, and said hastily, “I’ll spread the word, I’ll spread the word. I’ll-”
“I’m hoping the next words are ‘shut up!’” The forumite fell silent. “How can you see me? Much less hear me?”
“W-we… w-we always have been a-able t-to. N-never before h-have they--you--spoken,” he stammered out.
Carefulrogue growled to himself as the forumite jumped again. This was not good. What the hell should he do now? Didn’t need any extra problems, but he needed to oversee-
Carefulrogue stopped mid-thought as another took over. They could see him. They could communicate with him. He wouldn’t need to lead through someone else, he could just
be himself.
“Alright. Go and spread those orders. And also, if there is any reports from the scouts, ensure they’re delivered to me. I’ll be observing the progress in the upper levels, so somewhere up there I can be found. Go.” The forumite arm jerked up, thinking of doing a salute, before apparently deciding against it, for it then snapped down and picked up the pickaxe that had fallen to the floor. He took off at a fast pace.
“Well, let’s see how things goes.” Cocking his head to one side, he mused, “I wonder what Apiks’ll think of a ghost running the show.” Carefulrogue smiled, and walked on. Time to see what else needed to be done.