WARNING:
Reading this post without listening to this song at the same time is a heresy that is punishable by castration for males, and sex with me for females.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5zFsy9VIdMPSYCHOKILLER!!!
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Better run run run
Run run away!!!
Ever since the unofficial Captain of the Guard Jackrabbit Spireknife had died, Urist had been hounded by the Duchess and other nobles to get another one. Urist had refused, being worried that the Captain of the Guard would become a tool of the nobles to kill dwarves of their choosing. That ran the risk of nobles attacking Urist's Freemason's and elite warriors.
But Urist was communing deeply with Armok at this point, and in a manner more subtle than words, Urist came to understand that there was a great solution here. Donning the title of Captain of the Guard herself, Urist marched off to send as many dwarves to Armok as she could. Here is the list of everyone in the fortress who needs a beating...
So off she went, barefisted and ready to kick some ass.
The first dwarven kill in 24 years was exhilerating. She could feel herself consume the soul of the lesser being.
She wasnt even using a weapon, these dwarves heads just crumpled in like paper. Urist killed one of the Erib worshippers in the river garden, just because she could.
One of our convict champions managed to survive by the will of Armok. We shall watch the unfolding destiny of Eral Pagelashed with great interest.
Beat beat beat, kill kill kill....just another day at the office. Urist cut another dwarf down in the river garden. Again, no one dared say a word. (Notice all the unhappy red down arrows)
One of the dwarves happened to get beat down right next to an open bed. Fortunately, they had already lost far too much blood and died anyways.
She was done with her list....but whats this? There were another two beatings she hadnt noticed. Off she went...
Urist was consumed by a lust for blood she had never known. She was blinded by it, marching into the room of the next dwarf on her list without even realizing who it was and what the consequences would be. There was the Elder Scion of the House of Erib, Mayor of Blockedlance sleeping in his bed. With no mercy, and yet not exactly with rage either, she robotically and mechanically crushed the mans face in, then split his rib cage open with her bare hands. His family would find his guts pulled out and arranged in a lovely display.
Yes, Urist killed eleven dwarves that day, two of them Eribites. There was only one beating left now, for the High Priestess. Urist scoffed at such a ridiculous idea. Armok worshippers were above the law. She went back to her Queenly duties.