Dear Urists McEveryone,
When I told you that you weren't to hang out outside anymore due to the acrid slush falling from the sky, I MEANT it. Thank Armok it only causes nausea.
Dear Urist McMason,
I know the ice wolf corpses are scary due to the whole "not dead" thing, but BUILD THE WALLS! They aren't attacking, but if you don't put up those walls they might get ideas...I'm sending the militianaga.*
Dear Urist McHammerNaga*,
Kill those undead ice wolves. Er, re-kill them.
Don't go into the fortress, you have ice wolves to rek...oh, that's an ice wolf in the courtyard. Nevermind.
Dear Urists McEveryone,
Dump that ice wolf corpse in the moat before it tries to kill you all again, 'kay? It's sorta important.
Dear Urist McHammernaga,
Try not to die. I'd hate to have you attacking the fortress. And you'd better have a good reason for dropping your hammer (losing your hammer-arm's function counts).
Dear Urists McEveryone,
Report to the courtyard/moat/etc. We need everyone to help take these beasts down. And Urist McMiner, after discovering that your pick was capable of taking these things down, why...you PUNCHED it to death? Well, the pick would still be useful. Sorry about your teeth.
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr.
*Kudos to NW_Kohaku
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Dear Urists McEveryone,
Good job. Let's see if we can get a fort set up before the next fiasco. But those ice wolf corpses seem to not want to kill you right now, so build the defenses, 'kay? It's only so long before they decide to attack or our yaks starve, you know.
Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Ovrsr.