Queen Urist continued to stress over her deity's lack of existence. She had sacrificed roughly a hundred dwarves unto Ber Steelearthen. Each dwarf had roughly a century of life left in them, the children having 150-170 years or so....that meant she had provided Ber Steelearthen with over 10,000 years of dwarf life essence. Then there were also the countless animals, and the dozens of elves and goblins killed in the temple over the years. The elves carried powerful juju....shouldnt just one elf be capable of filling a gods mana meter all the way up?
Urist dared not question the reality of her vision. True, it was a faint light that lit her way, but the thought of the rewards a god could bestow kept her focused. She blocked out all thoughts that she had hallucinated her God's voice. Afterall, she had dreamt of building a temple over the red sandy wastes so intensely that it had felt like a command. And now it was built, and Ber had revealed himself. He had given his command, to kill and to not stop killing.
Until he came again with a new order, Urist would obey his command.
Urist worked the fort up about the lack of shell for so many years. The shell crisis had finally been sovled by royal intervention and a monopoly of trading power by Urist and the Duchess (the Duchess's son and now daughters are taking turns being trader to get the purple). The new bounty of shells have exposed the problems in the old production system: over-fishing and extinction of turtles.
Holding a mock trial, she rounded up every fisherdwarf in the fort and sentenced them to death by conversion for crimes against the ecosystem. Our executioner Hamdinger pulled the lever himself.
The woodworkers watched these events with great anxiety. They looked out at the burnt red desert that had once been a forest, and wondered if they too would soon be kissing their asses good bye.
Only time would tell...
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