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You wake to hunger. Your stomach growls as if it's been empty for days. Your eyes are gummed up and still seeing stars. They fade to comforting dimness. You're staring at an olivine floor, but a natural one. To your side is a wooden bed and before you gabbro bars.
You are in newly dug cell, shallow within the mines. Occasionally miners or haulers pass by outside your prison. None of them dare to glance at you. You don't bother yelling. A lever stands tantalisingly out of reach, no matter how hard you stretch. You claw at your walls to pass time but unarmed make not meaningful progress.
Eventually Fourguts approaches your cell. He looks tired and, for the first time in your fortress, unhappy.
"This is necessary," Fourguts speaks bluntly. He tosses you a rhesus macaque tallow roast. You snatch it from the floor and eat without hesitation. You're past shame. "You will remain here until I can be sure the gems are no longer manipulating you."
You open your mouth to protest, but Fourguts cuts you off.
"You led us directly to this mountain and for all I know sabotaged our wagon here. You have taken dangerous risks while digging, and killed kittens even before realising one would be an adversary to the gems," Fourguts lists firmly. "I do not know the extent of their manipulation. Therefore, I can take nothing you say at face value. There is only one logical endgame: destroy the entire stockpile."
You angrily grab the bars, shaking futilely them and trying to threaten, bargain - anything - with Fourguts. He only shakes his head.
"Consider majority control evoked," Fourguts finishes coldly. "When you feel a cave-in, you'll know it's over." Without saying goodbye, Fourguts turns and paces away.
Laid back on your bed, you stare at the ceiling. Time passes. Suddenly inspiration hits you; if you deconstruct the bed, you can use the wood to reach the lever! You leap up and pull away the covers. Then you see the bolts nailing it down. You sag and turn away to-
"Heya!" Foureyes exclaims. You jump back with a start. Foureyes giggles, her face hovering next to your bars. "Do you like the olivine? That was my idea."
You shakily greet Foureyes, then ask how your fortress is going.
"Let's put it this way," Foureyes considers with a laugh. "On a scale of one to 'this is actually purgatory', we're somewhere around 'half a dozen dwarves were killed in a goblin ambush'.
You frown and ask for details.
"N- nobody who mattered." Foureyes clears her throat. "Well, the new migrants arrived while you were up the tower, right? They were given work pretty quickly. Mining, smelting, partying, you know. There were still free hands so somebody decided to build walls around the outside farm. The only way in now is through a tunnel or by flying. I don't think goblins have wings? Anyway.
So they've just finished and they're helping gather herbs. Then the elf merchants appear on the mountain. Then the elf merchants explode. Blood and limbs roll everywhere. Just like the elves to go off early, am I right? Their performance really went
downhill after that. Seriously though, it was goblins.
And oh my god you won't believe this, but I was the first dwarf they attacked! One moment I'm bringing back raw fish, the next ZOOM I'm racing eastwards with this herbalist. The goblins gave chase. We head towards the fortress entrance. Then a second squad with crossbows jumps out of nowhere. Zip, zip, zip, bolts go flying. The herbalist is dead within seconds and I'm fleeing alone and uphill.
I'm running, but just getting further away from safety and the goblins keep shooting. One bolt tears my lower body wide open. I'm bleeding like crazy and feeling faint. I keep running and manage to lose a few goblins. Then another bolt cuts open my hand. My body was sexily pale, but kind of in a bad way.
I hit the top of the mountains and thought I'd lost them all. Then this crazy dedicated axe-goblin charges me. I can barely stagger away. He raises his weapon. I trip and fall helpless. He leaps and attacks me and then, then
I died!"
You raise an eyebrow sceptically.
"I got better!" Foureyes asserts with a pout. "Anyway, most dwarves made it to safety. The goblins wiped themselves out on the traps. Two are in cages: one who dodged the spears, and one who spent two weeks or so slowly rolling over them while cutting open every single finger, toe, facial feature and HIS THROAT without being fazed. Nobody's been game to touch his cage yet, heh."
Then Foureyes' smile fades. "We weren't so lucky. One bleeding dwarf dragged himself away from the goblins, into the fortress and all the way down to the hospital before dying on the bed. The blood trail was left out of respect."
You pause to take in the disaster. Then a slightly opportunistic idea occurs to you.
"Oh yeah," Foureyes replies, perking up. "Half of the dwarves are hauling back the elves' booze and wood now. That's not even the best part. They were carrying sixty animals, all of them tamed, most of them dangerous and one of them a tigerman surgeon. Apparently. Guess what Fourguts plans for the next ambush."
Despite everything, you grin. Then a miner rushes past Foureyes, eyes firmly ahead, and it fades. You open your mouth carefully, but to your surprise Foureyes bursts out her own request first.
"I don't want anyone else to die, so please," Foureyes pleads with uncharacteristic sincerity. "I know you're still a little weird with this whole gem thing. But you've always been the first dwarf to jump in and protect us! Even when Fourguts was caught up in details, or I was scared and clutching at distractions and I am so sorry that I didn't help you more before ... Now, tell me what I need to do to keep all these dwarves safe."
If you suggest training a military to fight invaders, turn to page 205.
If you suggest constructing longer walls down to the river, turn to page 13.
If you suggest mining emergency tunnels over the mountain, turn to page 218.
If you suggest sealing off the entire fortress from the outside, turn to page 159.
If you suggest just letting ninja cat deal with it, turn to page 213.