((I live! Barely. But here's an update, and big thanks to everyone reading and posting and so on.))
From the Journals of Aban Brothertreaties:
I have officially given up on guessing what will happen next here.
I’m glad the siege is over, of course. And I’m… basically happy to be back working on the bridge. But holy whoever has this been an insane year. And it’s only going to get insaner. (Madder? Crazier? One of those words).
Antymattar has been one of the most reliable people here. He was one of the first migrants, and since he arrived he’s been fishing, and pretty much nothing else. I didn’t even learn his name until recently. That’s how much time he spends fishing. So It was rather surprising when he threw down his net and fishing stick, ran for a masonry shop, and demanded rock bars. Well, what could we do?
This is what he made.
Ok, I know we’ve had morale problems, but still.
Following that we had an election. Also odd, but Mormota told me that once you hold one, you’re required to hold more. One overy year, even. (How’s that for madness?) Well, I voted for Person, and felt confident that he’d win. He’s done all right, all things considering.
Dishmab Dyeplans won.
Who the hell is Dishmab Dyeplans?
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Events Around Oceanbridge, Starring Dwarfs Old and New:
With Derm and half the other soldiers wounded and out for the count, Shina had been placed in charge of training new recruits. She had already placed her own, unique mark on the new soldiers. In this case, literally, by having them branded with a marking of her own design. “It’ll make them more loyal and obedient!” she told anyone who would listen, as they backed away slowly.
After that, Bayar the macedwarf took over training. One of the unsung heroes of Oceanbridge, he’d killed five of the elfs, and in previous sieges had smashed in his fair share of skulls.
One of the new recruits was testing his patience by using a spear. “Tell me son, how do you bash in skulls using a pointed stick?”
Balnash thought for a moment, then without speaking he turned the spear around and brought the haft down on Bayar’s head.
Fortunately, Bayar was wearing his helmet.
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Derm was sick and tired of the hospital, sick of his bed, and sick of not being allowed to do anything. He was a dwarf of action, he told himself. He needed to be up and doing! And the doctor who had been assigned to him… Oh gods, there the man was.
“And how is my favorite patient today!” Trapped in his bed, Derm could do nothing as Scientist moved in for a hug. “There! That’s some of the best medicine I can give you!.” He stood back, and then pulled a hammer, a dull needle, and string. “Now for some of the other medicine. Let’s fix that hand!”
((Sorry, Scientist, but when I saw that your dwarf greets people with hugs… well, I couldn’t resist. Anyways, I will get to the other dwarfs and the bridge picture in the next update. Not a lot of energy right now. Also, it just took me eight tries to spell energy right.))
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Topic: Oceanbridge - A Fortress Defense Community Fort: Reclaimed, Again! (And Again) (Read 183129 times)