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Ultimately we must accept the fact that the Gods have the final say. Whether we should live or die depends on their whim.
Some get lucky. Some may live twice. Others may not even get half a life.
- the Sage Bad Munki
1st Slate 272
'It seems we have a problem, Milady...'
'What's wrong, Master Guarded?'
'Can't you hear it? The scratching?'
'Of course. What of it?'
'It's THEM, Ma'am. And it's getting worse.'
'What do you mean?'
'The wall took too much damage. We think the Demons are breaking through.'
'By the Gods...'
'Could take them a day, could take them a decade, but that wall will come down.'
'Thank you, Master Guarded...'
...
Markus!
'Milady?'
'Never stop calling me that, and summon the Captains to my office.
Replex, Atomicus, Apocadall, we face a crisis.
As such, I grant you licence to recruit as many Dwarves as you deem worthy into your squads...
...you will have new armour and weapons forged...
You will use the coming months to prepare yourselves and your troops for the battle of your lives.
Leperfish, StarGuarded, I do not wish to face THEM in a crowded tunnel. See what you can do to improve our battlefield.
ChickenWing, Tyshalob, to your Forges!
Now we pray for time. May Mishos be with you all...
5th Slate 272
Is this a sword I see before me?
With the hilt towards my hand?
I hear you, my Goddess, and I obey...
I'll be needing armour. Gear light enough for me to use
I don't trust the armourers to work the mythic blue. Not even ChickenWing.
Only one is worthy of this medium.
It is time to find Yeol Deabo Tcher.
7th Slate 272
All the recruits have come to collect their armour, myself included. They're all snatching up the best steel, I'm experimentally swinging around my new Elf-poker.
I watched Vadoc, one of our newest citizens, lift a fine mail shirt proudly, then she just keeled over.
She made to get back up, but her movements became clmusy. She was pawing at the floor like she could hardly feel her hands.
She gave up on standing and began to make for the hospital. Said she'd hurt her feet in the fall.
Then others started to go.
Zyla, Zahrkon, M.c.P, Bicyclearms, Getting Fat, even Corbeau the armourer.
They're all just sat there, clutching their stomachs and feet and looking at their hands like they don't recognize them.
Sirocco too.
Oh gods...
Zyla's not moving...
She just fell over. No warning.
My gods, what the hell just happened?
My head is spinning
A shout
Zahrkon's gone. Just as sudenly as Zyla.
I can't feel my feet.
Again! Poor M.c.P.
Not ten feet in front of me.
More shouts...
More death...
I can't...
Before my very eyes...
Falling like flies.
can't breathe
suddenly heavy
comforting...
Like a blanket.
Maybe I should just close my eyes.
Sirocco wrote :-
Charlie72 wrote :-
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To: SCIENCE TEAM
From: Charlie72
From the cell of Dr.Charlie72 Zonbasen, Head of SCIENCE TEAM.
I told them! I told them that if they cut SCIENCE TEAM, they'd regret it! Now the fortress is succumbing to plague and I can't do anything about it.
To whoever finds this, please pull the lever in my office. We need to isolate HQ from the rest of the fortress if we want to stand any chance of surviving.
Yours Truthfully, DR. Charlie72 Zonbasen, Head of SCIENCE TEAM.
PS. I mostly blame Vile for this.
DarthXaos wrote :-
They always called me a "neat freak" for complaining about dirt everywhere. For bathing 10 times a day. For always carrying a trusty *two humped camel soap* around everywhere so whenever I touch anyone I can wash my hands.
Looks like I was right after all, since I'm still alive.
Lord Joebles wrote :-
Everyone's dying. Oh Armok. It's horrible. One minute I'm getting shuffled around through military bureaucracy, the next, everyone starts falling and choking. Nolio was bad but this...this is a thousand times worse.
I ran. I'm not proud of it, but damn it, I'm still alive. I'm not going to die to some pansy plague. That's not a real death.
Give me my sword, I will die like a dwarf!