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[Savolainen5]

also, Sirian is going to be executed for this kind of treason. BUT DON'T TELL HIM THAT! OR I'LL RIP YER FUCKIN THROAT OUT!

Heh, we'll see, we'll see indeed. I haven't decided whether I want to, uh, get Sirocco 'killed' in an 'accident' (wink wink) or not. It could be interesting.

Ah, but wait, isn't it true that when the baron dies, you don't get another? (In 31.25, that is)

[The Master]

Correct; if you kill me, then i'll start helping shade open HFS.

[Mitchewawa]

Pictures will be in forthcoming reports! Also, Mitchewawa, why'd you end in Obsidian instead of finishing off the year?

I was about halfway through falling asleep and really didn't feel like typing much more

So I finished it 15 days early.

[Savolainen5]

Correct; if you kill me, then i'll start helping shade open HFS.

Damn, OK, no intentional killing, then.

I was about halfway through falling asleep and really didn't feel like typing much more

So I finished it 15 days early.

Gotcha! Well, it's given me time to get organised and stuff! Now, let's get down to business...

[Chilton]

and the science gets done and you make a neat gun,

NO.

And the Science is Done, and we have some Neat Fun, on the Goblins who are Still Inside!

[Chilton]

Good Start. Ill be looking forward to Pictures.

[Dyg]

Alright, let's do some !!Science!!

[Savolainen5]

The events of 22 Obsidian, 10

Sirian sat at his desk opposite the stairs and Nix's desk. The temporary space served as his overseer's office until such time as proper quarters could be constructed. The past four days had been busy for Sirian, who had been busy laying out plans and giving orders. His strong arm and stronger words had earned quickly earned the respect of much of the fortress. Over a dozen volunteers had come to his office, and he'd found a use for all of them. His first order of business had been to begin the expansion of the fortress. With the consultation of some miners and other dwarves, it had begun. Razorpleat had organised a religious survey and found that the number of worshippers for each of the seven gods worshipped at the fortress was more or less even. Given this, Sirian gave the orders to begin excavation of the new altar areas.



Several of the more useless cage traps he ordered moved, as well, and was speaking with the manager, Eral, when Mafol Earthwealthy, the creator of that priceless kaolinite earring, came stumbling in, panting.

"Hhh... S-sorry, Ov'se--"

"Can ya not see I'm in a meetin'? Come back later!"

"Bu'! One o' th' mechanics's been stabbed! Ral."

Sirian's face reddened significantly. "You came t' tell me some random dwarf's been attacked by a bloody gobbo!?" He stood up, his face contorted. "Get outta my office, ya runt! I don' care abou' somethin' stupid li' tha'!"

Mafol fled quickly, and the Overseer turned back to the manager, who had paled visibly. Sirian smiled inwardly: things were going his way, finally.


OORP: That goblin snatcher attack bruised the mechanic's heart, cool! Then another appeared and SHADE made quick work of him!
That private chapel is going to be for Sirian, in theory, since Kol is his favourite.

God stats:

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Nirmek the Healing Blockade: 45 worshippers, one of whom is a double worshipper
Ögred: 54 worshippers, one of whom is a double worshipper
Rab Furnaceheated the Flickering Spark: 55 worshippers, three of whom are double worshippers
Kol: 46 worshippers, three of whom are double worshippers
Erib: 42 worshippers, two of whom are double worshippers
Enor the Bright Color: 62 worshippers, five of whom are double worshippers
Äkil: 42 worshippers, four of whom are double worshippers

[The Master]

and the science gets done and you make a neat gun,

NO.

And the Science is Done, and we have some Neat Fun, on the Goblins who are Still Inside!

KEEP THE BEAT MAAAAAAAN...RIDE THE RAINBOW....

[Chilton]

and the science gets done and you make a neat gun,

NO.

And the Science is Done, and we have some Neat Fun, on the Goblins who are Still Inside!

KEEP THE BEAT MAAAAAAAN...RIDE THE RAINBOW....

Were not even angry. Were being so, sincere, right now. All because, we broke your minds, and killed you.
And tore you to pieces.
And used every piece, to make, our crafts.
Your dismay, it works because, we were so angry with you.
Now it seems that later, we can look at our crime.
And it all worked out, and now were doing just fine!

Someone else pitch in here, dammit!

[Mitchewawa]

Were not even angry. Were being so, sincere, right now. All because, we broke your minds, and killed you.
And tore you to pieces.
And used every piece, to make, our crafts.
Your dismay, it works because, we were so angry with you.
Now it seems that later, we can look at our crime.
And it all worked out, and now were doing just fine!

Someone else pitch in here, dammit!

Now these smears of blood make a beautiful line
And we're still in beta and arcs takes a long time
So I'm GLaD everything got burned, look at the !!SCIENCE!! that we learned
For the dwarfs who are still alive

Go ahead and kill me.
Dwarves prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to defend you
Maybe elves -
THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA, FAG.
Anyway, this ☼Crundle Tallow Biscut☼ is great
It's so gritty and nice

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I'd go on but it's someone else's turn.

[Savolainen5]

The events of 23 Granite, 11

Sirian was training with Razorpleat in the barracks, the usual stream of dwarves more slack because of increased booze supplies and the orders to clear the excavated temple areas. The recruit was still a bit green with his axe, but it wouldn't be long. Another recruit, even more green, was nearby, fumbling with his spear.

The door from the main underground area of the fort flew open, nearly off of its hinges, as Sirocco II stormed in, shoving aside a fair number of haulers and well-goers. Sirian lowered his sword and steadied himself on his good leg as the baron, fuming, came up to mere centimetres from his face.

"You," he said in his most menacing. "I gott' bone t' pick wi' ya."

Sirian pushed him away and bowed as best as he could. "Why yes, m'lord," he replied, his voice rife with sarcasm, "How c'n I help yer Grace?"

"Don' get all mocky wi' me. Lis'n. I hear y' plan on makin' a secon' chapel t' Kol? Unacceptable. Nirmek's th' one who needs a secon' one. I deman' tha' ya remedy th' situation." Sirian kept his silence, though he began grinding his jaw, and his eyes narrowed in anger. "Secon', I'm bannin' th' expor' o' earrin's. The worl's enougha them an' we don' wan' them gettin' undervalu--"

"Are ya DAFT?" Sirian said explosively. "W' NEED t' sell 'em!"

"Sirian, 'f ya order a single earrin' t'be brough' t' tha' depot, I'll make SURE ya pay for it wi' blood."

With that, the Baron turned to leave. The Overseer stared after her, shaking with anger. He whispered under his breath, "Not 'f I make ya pay wi' yer blood firs'..."

Turning back to Razorpleat, he began to attack, channeling his fury.


OORP: Welp, some hauler went fey and made a low-valued pig-tail fiber loincloth. So I made him head clothier. There was an ambush at the beginning of the month, but the cage traps filled it out just fine.

[Savolainen5]

The events of 15 Felsite, 11

The Overseer was emerging from the second level, whose use was as of yet unannounced, of the new addition, the temple-level being the first. Returning to the barracks, he was met by Razorpleats, and signed off on a couple of orders for the forges: 20 cages and some copper statues.

Far above, the faint ringing of a bell could be heard. Sirian knew it wasn't the alarm bell. It seemed the Elves had once more made the trek across the wastes to the fortress.

He stopped in the hall and pulled Razorpleats aside. "Righ', Razorpleats, lis'n. We gotta expor' somethin'. I'm gonn' ge' th' haulers t' bring all th' crafts t' th' depot."

"Bu' whaddabou' th' ban on earrin' expor's?"

Sirian paused for a moment to consider. It was then that he noticed Sirocco II standing not far away, observing them with a smile. He know what was happening.

The Overseer pulled a grimace, then sighed. "There's no poin' in makin' him angry over th' elves. 'Sides, he'd prolly take it ou' on someone else. So here's what we're gonna do. Get them crafts t' th' depot, an' we'll trade everythin' 'sept th' bloody earrin's."

Razorpleats nodded and began to turn away, but Sirian pulled him close again and whispered, his head lowered. "But his time will come."

[Savolainen5]

Ugh, so many candy picks, is it OK if I melt 'em? Were they used for last-ditch defence or something? Seems like all that candy would be better used as armour or something.

[The Master]

Were not even angry. Were being so, sincere, right now. All because, we broke your minds, and killed you.
And tore you to pieces.
And used every piece, to make, our crafts.
Your dismay, it works because, we were so angry with you.
Now it seems that later, we can look at our crime.
And it all worked out, and now were doing just fine!

Someone else pitch in here, dammit!

Now these smears of blood make a beautiful line
And we're still in beta and arcs takes a long time
So I'm GLaD everything got burned, look at the !!SCIENCE!! that we learned
For the dwarfs who are still alive

Go ahead and kill me.
Dwarves prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to defend you
Maybe elves -
THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA, FAG.
Anyway, this ☼Crundle Tallow Biscut☼ is great
It's so gritty and nice

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I'd go on but it's someone else's turn.

NO NO NO!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rx8zMBQaZjQ