- Here fellows, gather around. I’m about to tell you a story from the first years of Breakfastcudgels. Much you will learn from the origins of our good luck. – So said the Militia Commander.
At first, very few came to listen. But as he kept on telling his tale, the dwarves started to pay attention.
It was a cold winter night. I was outside, looking at the land. You see, being outside at that time wasn’t very safe, as we were under the rule of dhokarena52, the first overseer, and the Gate House was not built yet. Still, there I was, looking at the moon and its reflex on the ice of a nearby pool of water.
I walked in circles for a bit, so my toes wouldn’t freeze. Without realizing, I was wondering in a snow covered thin ice layer. My heart jumped as I heard a “crack”. I was going to either drown or turn into a neat ice cube. Probably both.
Most of you would guess the gods spoke to me and let me live so I could spread their glory in our fort. That's not true, I didn't believe in that crap. I ran and jumped to safe ground as the ice layer became the small lake it once was. I had luck.
And so spring came and I was appointed overseer. I built some stuff, dig some more and the year went by. Yet, I felt something was missing. I looked at the lake it almost killed me and knew it had to play a grand part in our fortress. As I was bound by law to sacrifice someone, I realized the gods indeed told me how they should die. They should perish by the cold water hand that couldn’t close its fist upon my chest.
I ordered the lake walled and a ceiling built. When the ice was thick enough, Minkot and Goden were put inside and I myself sealed them off by placing the last brick. So far, our tradition stands, and we are victorious in every siege! Our soldiers die as heroes! And the beasts who try to overcome us perish by the strike of our blessed axes!
I used not to believe in the gods, but now I SEE THEM!
I SEE THEM IN EVERY BLOODY ONE OF YOU!
YOU CARRY THEIR BLESSINGS!
DWARFS OF BREAKFASTCUDGELS, STRIKE THE EARTH!
AND STRIKE IT HARD!
It was a night of feast. And a promise for glory.
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