Krysmphoenix wrote :-
"Kry. I have bad news, the Arrogant Ones are invading again." Lazarenth said, as he rushed to stop by her workshop, quickly putting on his armor. He had been resting after a long day of training, and always kept his armor and blade at the ready should an invasion occur when he wasn't with The New Paints on patrol duty or training.
Krysmphoenix walked over and gave her husband a tight embrace, tears forming in her eyes. With all the recent deaths, and the invasions growing stronger, she found herself crying every time Lazarenth went to war. "I understand. Go, and fight well. And please stay alive for our children's sake. Penguingo has not been the same since her mother died too."
With the last of his armor on, Lazarenth leaned forward to give his wife a kiss. "Don't worry. I will always return to your side." And just as quickly as he entered her workshop, he was gone, running for the gates to battle with the high elves.
But now Krysmphoenix could not work anymore, her mind was distracted. Quietly she left her workshop, and climbed up the stairs, to the highest point of the fortress: the "Keg." From here, she could see the fighting below, as the militias bravely fought off the High Elves.
At first she found herself struck silent, unable to speak any words, though the resonated so clearly in her mind. It was one of the battle hymns sung by the militias as they patrolled. She ignored Charlie's damned prohibition of music under his so-called "Martian Law." Instead she sang out, as loud as she could, in hopes that the soldiers below could hear her voice; hear her prayer to the gods and goddesses of The Famous Pallisade.
(Click here for lyrics and tablatures.)
Bene Elim wrote :-
Winter? The Bath.
I went for a bath today. I took a new friend with me. His name is 64bit robot.
There's lots of people here today. Mother Dwarfettes with their young Beardlings, Proud father Dwarves looking on. Such a pleasant day for a bath.
No.
I can't do it.
I'm in a corpse pit. I just dragged the mutilated body of another dwarf up with me. I'm coated in blood and dirt and rotting food and blood and vomit.
There are Beardlings in here. Children who could have been weeks away from coming of age. Girls on the cusp of their first spore. Babes so young they still have their prenatal braids. All just thrown in with the hacked soldiers. Their mothers too. Proud Dwarfettes stripped naked and thrown aside.
Why do we strip our dead? Does Armok want us to enter Dwarfhallah naked? The Dwarves have their long beards, they need not concern themselves with modesty, but the Dwarfettes must bare all. Pigs them all. Or worse; Elves.
This fortress is no better. We have not known beardless rule since mother Boing* over half a decade ago, and even her motives were suspect. This fortress needs to feel the tender love of Mishos again. Her teachings will soothe our troubled minds and banish the darkness of recent years.
And I shall be the one to deliver them!
* I don't consider Pozzo an 'Overseer', more a loud individual with some good ideas and the clout to override Markus on a few things.
DarthXaos wrote :-
Finally arrived. The last hope of dwarven civilization in the world.
Dear Mondul the stench! Unbelievably this place somehow manages to smell worse than the neighborhood around it, which just so happens to be a FESTERING SWAMP!
So apparently the current overseer of this place is a guy named Charlie72, and he runs something called "SCIENCE TEAM". Well whatever "science" these guys are doing, it certainly relates in no way to Cleanliness-Ology!
The one bright spot in this place, is apparently one of the previous overseers put in a giant bath. Well I know where I will be spending all my time off. I fear that no matter how much bathing I do, I'll never feel clean again.
Kudust grant me strength to make a soap that will cleanse the stink. Maybe if I made some Arrogant One soap...