I hadn't planned on hitting the next vault this soon, I thought I would just take a day trip to a ruins to claim, but then it was just another day away. The ruins were populated with various dwarven and goblin outsiders, roughly half fighting the others, and because roughly half were hostile to me, picking a side was easy. I declared my lordship in the court, enlisted three hearthies, then cleaned up the fighting on the walls. The insurrection in Swelteredmartyrs against The Moist Chamber ended with a settled agreement on governmental power sharing -- ha, ha, ha, of course not, I killed them.
Once upon a time in Blanketpelt, Aval the dwarven god of depravity and lust aided the vomit devil Iva Pukechants the Demon of Flowers in becoming a permanent part of the living world after pondering the ineffable subtleties of lust. The ritual took place using Spurtgristle, which is presumably Aval's nickname for the organ he did his thinking with. As a product of exchanging deviant favors, we have these:
So no roasts and cool-sounding leather armors to be had here. At least the Messengers of Depravity were organic, as their clothes were sized to fit me and probably my wereform. I brought Wulema in with me because I thought nothing could hit her short of a Master, but she was kicked in half by a Messenger. A shield would have protected her had I equipped her with one, but I hadn't in the event that she turned on me while I wasn't testing. Instead she was wielding masterwork divine pike and silver warhammer, yet still insisted on whiffing opponents with her pointless unarmed attacks!