1st Granite
I have arrived, and it is now that I perform my charge. At the roof of the world, my plan may become reality. Though the surface is frozen, beneath lies the great caverns. All caverns are one, and so by modular expansion we may conquer the underworld one 10x10 room at a time
I am sure the stout dwarves of this place will be glad for a chance at glo- WHY IS THE AIR PURPLE?
Okay, don’t panic, I’m sure we can at least lay down the basic framework. It’ll just take min- what do you mean they’re all dead or insane?
Just… just get started anyways. YOU! RANDOM MECHANIC! You’re now the captain of the guard. If someone gets too uppity break their arm or something incapacitating but not fatal. We don’t have any water, but I’m sure they’re recover quickly enough anyway.
17th Granite
We have an astounding amount of food for an Arctic wasteland. Once these minor problems are sorted Cavern Control can proceed on schedule
? Granite
Hey, Feb, don’t rough rick up too badly, okay? We do need him to mine, after-
“ARMOK DEMANDS THE BLOOD OF SINNERS!”
You know, I have a sudden urge to be law abiding, preferably as far away from Rick’s corpse as possible.
9th felsite
Every time I go to a new fort, I learn I can get used to anything, even the anguished wailings of crazed dwarves, being constantly reminded that we don’t have any potable water, and now the sound of skulls shattering. I’ve actually settled into a comfortable routine, and realized that what makes Arbitrator Foreboding more ominous than any of the innumerable crazed guard captains is how incredibly nice and cheerful she is whenever she is not acting as the Hand Of Armok.
Hey, some random guy has just gone Fey!