Hermatus pokes Imp in the ribs. "Its yer turn matey, infact, its still yer turn but I'm takin' me turn anyway."
(OOC: Warning for Armok, on my next turn I'll be crushing his kobolds under tonnes of rock and smashing up his futuristic equipment.)
"I've ordered an expansion to the south Kylken, at this rate we'll have their little camp encased within our lands. Perhaps then they may surrender."
"Surrender? You're not going to let them go are you? Should it not be that they should die in glorious combat against us? No? Oh come now Greentoes, dont look at me like that. Tell me, if they surrender, what are you going to do, hold them captive? I wouldnt think so."
"We may just let them go. I feel that in time they will suffer enough anyway, so why waste resources setting up internment camps when we can take a little paper like so, and write this on it..."
"You must be stark raving mad Greentoes, but I'll leave you to it then. But dont think this will end well."
"I dont plan on it Kylken, now shoo."
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Oh how boring it is, just sitting here waiting for the supplys. At least all the plans are drawn up and the workshops set and the dwarves ready. The moment the shipment arrives we can finally get to work, the secrets of this place shant be hidden much longer!
"Yammish, it's pea soup with fish again tonight."
"What, again? Fine! But after this I'm never eating fish or peas ever again! They're worse than plump helmets! They're worse than raw sweet pods! Can you imagine the horrors of having to eat peas and fish every day for weeks and weeks! Oh Hermatus save me from this torture! We're surely all doomed to-"
"Yes, yes Yammish, whatever you say, goodbye, I have to get to work now."