(The end of siege results were two dwarfs killed, Dunar and the other fisher. Teach killed four orc wrestlers. Very dull. Time to shake things up a little)
In the days following The Second Siege of Greatbridge:
Another year, another set of problems, Solon thought. Aside from the endless paperwork (not as much of a problem; she liked paperwork), there had been three kobold sightings, and one of the farmers thought she had spotted a goblin near the entrance.
That's it. It was time for a nap. It's not like anyone was going to bother her right now... the entire fortress was busy celebrating the second native birth, a boy named Dodok. She could just kick her feet up on the desk, lean back, and-
“Solon!”
“Gah!”
“That was an impressive trick, Solon, falling over backwards like that, but I have something to discuss with you!”
“Just a minute, damn it,” Solon muttered hauling herself and her chair back upright, “All right, now who-”
“It is I, Erith Danceworked, devoted servant of The Holy Lord of Dreams, Ozor!”
“Oh, yes... er, excuse me a moment, I think I've got your file here somewhere...”
“Solon Wardbridges, this fortress is in great peril!”
“Well, yes, that goes without saying, but-”
“Yes, GREAT PERIL! Not one single dwarf here aside from myself has seen the light of the Holy Lord of Dreams, Ozor! Why, I'll have you know that some here even have the effrontery to call Anriz their master!”
Solon rubbed her brow. Maybe this was all a dream... Maybe she'd hit her head falling. “Yes, Eri... Erith, I know that. I mean, I guess I'm a follower of Anriz myse-”
“But do not fear! I and a few of the more enlightened followers of Bokbon, mislead fools that they may be, have a plan! One that will save us from the wrath of The Holy Lord of Dreams, Ozor!” Erith swept aside the masses of paperwork swamping Solon's desk, and with uncharacteristic gentleness, laid down a set of blueprints. Curious despite herself, Solon leaned over and began to read. Shortly afterwards, she turned very pale.
“This... this is monstrous.”
Erith only smiled.
(Fun Fact: I am wordy. Also, any ideas for making the great sacrificial tower even more insane are appreciated. Right now it's just going to be a kaolinite tower with a lauching platform at the top. Followers will use it to attempt to touch the face of The Holy Lord of Dreams, Ozor! himself.)