Here is a rather big update, just a indepth story about things with some activity not much
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26th Sandstone
Migrants... Again this is getting outrageous... Heh, did I just make a pun. Ok here’s the list of
fuckers new people:
A cheese maker that is drafted to military as a speardwarf.
A gem cutter that is now also doing cloth and furnace operating.
A trapper that is now in the military.
A lye maker which I gave wood burning and soap making to.
A herbalist that was a hammerdwarf, drafted
A glassmaker, drafted
And a cook, drafted
It’s almost late autumn I don’t have much time to get the WRF up and running, so that maybe another overseer may take over my project: “MAGMA to LAVA” aka bring the magma sea to the surface.
15th Timber
Some meowkin have some whatever the hell they are, I swear Astis must have been smoking too much prescribed ratweed. We also had a birth, some engraver not important. But I have managed to get some of the words that are scribbled at the back of Hugo’s journal, and this is what it reads:
“I never once had faith in Astis, no faith at all with him only in myself and my sword and axe. Some dwarves pray to Astis while others worship their goods, we all are in the same Outrageous Boat doesn’t matter, those who pray die like us who don’t. Astis doesn’t make a bog troll have mercy, doesn’t make your enemy stumble during combat giving you a opening. No Astis never did that, I remember back in the mountain homes when my title was captain of the guard. The days of sparring with the recruits were good, I still remember one lad, Zan we called him. Every time he went to spar or go into battle, he would pull out a small carving of Astis around his neck, and pray for strength. I thought it was non-sense but kept my mouth closed, whatever gives someone courage to fight and go on is good enough for me. But life is cruel as it seems, Lizardmen had sieged us and managed to get to the barracks, and the barracks were the only thing between the enemy and civilians.
The main army was out fighting bog trolls and void walkers, the recruits weren’t ready. But the general thought they were, he also had told me ‘You and your squad is good enough to defend any choke-point, and this whole fortress is a bloody choke-point.’ he laughed and clapped me on the shoulder making my armor rattle before he departed on the campaign, smiling weakly at his joke, later I regretted it.
Rushing to help the recruits, they had been pushed back from the main gate and the lizardmen had sabotaged the bridge mechanisms so we couldn’t raise it. The final stand was the barracks, and my squad was too late. Only two recruits were left against over forty lizards, I could see from the distance that I was ‘Sodel, Kib, Get your crossbows up into the towers. Rest of you with me!’ everything slowed down, just like it always did before a fight. Zan was one of the remaining recruits, he always sparred with me. He held his own against the lizardmen, keeping his head and shield up, block stab, parry kick slash, dodge charge neck stab. Then a lizard got lucky and snuck his axe past Zan’s defences, it was swung with such savagery that it bit through the chainmail, I could see blood but Zan fought on, he severed the arm of the offending lizard and continued to fight, this time he started screaming ‘FOR ASTIS!’ every time he swung his sword. I was almost there just a few more steps, but Zan was getting slow from blood loss and shock and the lizards took advantage of that, they hacked off his shield arm and left leg at the knee.
One was getting ready for the finishing blow before getting tackled my me, must have felt like a steel cannon ball hit him. Before it could get up I rammed my dagger up through its chin into its filthy brain, I went into a trance, it felt like being underwater and my instincts from years of war took over. My shield arm went up to block a axe I didn’t even see, spinning with my shield up and axe out, the manoeuver won me blocked attacks and severed legs, roaring and jumping into the next group of lizards leaving the crippled ones for my squad to finish, I hacked one in the neck right were the shoulder connects, and bashed another in the face with my shield before decapitating it. I swung wide to scare a group back, but got my axe embedded in the chest of one sneaking up, kicking the dying lizard back and pulling my sword from its sheath, to a human it’s a longsword, to us dwarves it’s a zwei-hander.
A lizard began to charge, tossing my shield at it, hitting the windpipe with a satisfying crunch it fell. Just me, my armor, and zwei-hander and all my years of killing. Easy. With a hop skip spin and swinging the sword high to low, freeing arms and legs from their owners and biting deep into another lizard killing it instantly, four down, turning quickly to parry a axe just stopping it a inch from my head, with one hand on the handle and the other holding the blade near the top, and on one knee there wasn’t much I could do. Casually the lizard kicked me in the chest knocking me down, others were gathering around. This new lizard was bigger and more muscular, was this the end? That thought was banished as a rain of bolts hit the lizards like rain on a pond, the big lizard was hit in the leg bringing it to a knee and stopping its finisher but over ten were killed or mortally wounded. Jumping up and swinging with all my strength at the big lizard’s head only to meet its axe, it severed the axe head off but it as enough to buy the lizard time to grab my wrist. So I punched it in the face hearing a crunch as the socket was fractured and bit the offending hand, it jerked my hand to the side making me drop my sword, ripping my dagger free and stabbing for its face only to have that wrist grabbed, It pulled out the bolt in its leg and tried to stab me, I grabbed its wrist. So there we were staring into each others eyes trying to stab and not be stabbed. Both tired, its injury made it even ground with my size, two battle hardened warriors. It must have saw it too in my eyes as I did in its, and it bared its teeth in a attempt to grin. And all of a sudden its tongue came out of its mouth dripping with blood, no a spear head, tossing the body aside a grinning Shorast took its place.
The surviving lizards turned tail and ran, while my squad killed those crippled or wounded. Stumbling over to Zan I knelt and cradled his head ‘Hugo...’ coughing up some blood, ‘I tried Hugo, there was just so many. But I put all our sparring experience in, it just wasn’t enough I guess.’ he reached up with his only arm, and pulled out the small carving ‘Astis has watched and protected me well, I want you to have this to protect you.’ he died in my arms with a smile on his face, somehow that cut into my heart. I lost friends and family and didn’t care about anything anymore, but this young soul didn’t deserve this. So taking the small carving I went into the fortress, a few weeks after I was sent to Portalpriests. Were I lay dying now from some ‘Mysterious Substance’ as the doc says. Like I said before I never had faith in Astis, but know I’m holding this carving of him and praying for salvation, maybe I’m too late to pray? Maybe Astis was never real... Wait the whole room just filled with white light, I’m not in pain anymore, I feel at peace.”
Scribbled on the back cover is this:
Through the fires and the blaze...
Through the hills of evil...
Past the smoking goblins...
There she lies.
Enter the halls...
Open the doors...
Close the vents...
I SEE YOU.
THROUGH THE NIGHT AND THE DAY,
PAST THE BLAZE AND THE HAZE,
BEYOND THE SHADOWS OF THE VOID,
WE!
WILL!
RISE!
In the halls and each room,
Past the gloomy dark goons,
That evil par-a-site!
Rise today,
Fall tonight!
Wake up.
Copyright © by "The Master" on 28th of july 20111st Moonstone
The WRF is almost ready the turbines are built and pumps in place all we need is too hook up the levers and watergates, I’ve ordered probably around 200 gears built. I am giddy with excitement, but a little worried as on Hugo’s journal there was this as well:
Ostar is *can’t decipher the text* brought Ulric *the rest is unreadable*.
Ulric... Ostar the forgotten beast and our Ulric...
OOC:
I couldn't resist the copyright
EDIT: Trying to fix the 'MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT' just cause I'm used to reading novels with walls of text doen't mean everyone else is
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