Cog’s Journal, 28th of Granite, 325
One month gone from the year already and so far nothing significant has happened. Construction is proceeding nicely on the towers out front and work is still proceeding on the final experimental defensive system in the depths. It would be interesting if we could trap a few demons.
There’s not much else to report. No sign of the King so far.
Events of the 6th of Slate, 325
Cog waited apprehensively at the front gate as the heavily armed dwarves bearing a litter approached the fortress. He recognized the steel armor as belonging to the royal guards. But their approach had an urgency that he had not expected and they didn’t look nearly as polished as he expected. One of the guards of the procession began running when he spotted Cog. He was out of breath and tired looking as he approached, “The King is dying, please lead the way to your grand hall. He has a desire to see beauty before he leaves this world. I am Onol, captain of the royal guard. We will speak afterwards.”
Cog, taken aback at this news said, “The entrance is right over there, the stairs will take you straight down to the hall.” With that, the military squad bearing the king’s litter ran towards the fortress. Cog followed them as quickly as he could.
Downstairs, they set the litter down where the wizened, dying King had a glorious view of the glass murals and the wealth of Towersoared. The King beckoned towards Cog with weak hands. He leaned forward, “This place is worthy. You are all that remains now. I have failed my people and this is all we have now. Towersoared is now Mountainhome. You have done well.”
He slumped back into into his litter, looked slowly around the room and then spoke in a quiet voice but somehow it filled the vast room. “My mind is clearer than it has been in years. We lost Mountainhome years before we knew it had been taken. Taken by ennui and then by our enemies. Now I am the last of the royal line and my failed rule ends here. The true heart of Mountainhome came here and so here Mountainhome shall be. Live well and build well.”
And with those words, his eyes closed and Ushrir Domasam, Ranger and the last King of the Manor of Deification died in the Grand Dining Hall of Towersoared.
OOC: Honestly, I suspected this might happen. It’s sad that there are bugs like this in Dwarf Fortress, but it makes for good story! As for what happens now, that remains to be seen. To be honest I was kind of hoping the King would survive at least a little while.
@Triaxx2: I look forward to hearing it!
@Child of Armok: I sent you a PM regarding your options, let me know what you think, or if you didn’t get it. We’re a bit short of military dwarves but actually with the new soldiers from mountainhome that actually has changed a bit.
@dragoncurse: The curse of RL has been hitting hard of late!