TRAGEDY!!! (for Mogror)
Urist had wonderful news, and one of the first people she wanted to tell it to was of course Mogror Harbett, her kindred spirit in affairs of demon worship and Machiavellian power addiction. Strangely, he was nowhere to be found. For days, a search went throughout the temple and fortress underground. His last known position was eventually tracked down, his job had been to build a floodgate. Well lo and behold, he was found still there, trapped in the narrow flood tunnels. He was starving and dehydrated. When the floodgate was torn down Mogror shoved everyone out of the way and made a bee line for the beer.
Even booze could not calm his trauma, however...
As the rebel champions began dropping liking flies, this should have been a happy moment. But Mogror cursed and spat at everyone for leaving him in there for nearly a season. Urist tried to look the other way when he tantrumed repeatedly...but she was afraid she would soon be compelled to beat him down in the name of dwarven justice.
When he finally calmed down, she told him of the momentous event that had just occured. Some random dwarf had gone crazy...
Out of his industriousness and labor, the most valuable object in all of Sil Gomath lay before the Queen's eyes. It was an adamantine table worth nearly one million copper coins! It had an image of itself on it (of course) and it also had an image of the old dwarven king, being coronated back in 162, before the fall of Letterclose, back during the golden age of the Ageless Matched Lashes.
She immediately dubbed the craftsdwarf 'Nightwing', an honorary dwarven title of awesomeness. The table was of course placed in Urist's dining room. The old platinum table was thrown to the peasants like the discarded worthless fecal matter that it had become.