Migrants. Fools who think they will receive a warm welcome from the fortress they exploit. Most of those lazy bastards never seem to do anything. Those damned gluttons eat and eat, without ever contributing to a fortress.
It was the end of autumn, in the outpost of Clamabbeys. Snowfall was mild, and winter was making its first mark. Vabok felled the last tree, and his comrades helped collect the wood. Bim was still recuperating from the unicorn assault. Damn horns. Logem and Urvad, were harvesting the last plump helmets. The dwarven crew of nine was sure to survive this winter.
But nobody could hear them through the howling wind. Nobody could see them through the mists. But they were there, and they came fast. Useless peasants, they trampled on the last leaves of autumn. They dashed through the dying undergrowth, moaning unintelligiblely. Some were limping, legs rotting from the evil in their heart.
The woodcutter crew noticed them almost too late. The remaining wood was too vital for the winter to be ignored. They hastily piled up the logs on their lumberjack arms and ran for the entrance. Vabok watched his comrades from the front. Datan was lagging behind. His puny dwarven legs failed to scurry through the shrubs. Stodir was about to stop and help, but Vabok insisted that it would be useless. Their ignorance to Datan's pleas pierced there hearts, leaving a scar that will never disappear.
Datan was trampled by the migrants, just as Vabok and Stodir were able to make it inside. They struggled to pull the lever, built by an amateur mechanic. The rickety machine finally pushed through when the migrants were a meter away. The gates were closed, Datan and the migrants were left to starve outside.
Stodir watched them from the fortifications. The beastly peasants bashed at the walls in vain. The mindless creatures did not stare back at him. Datan would be stranded with them.
Surviving winter would be the least of their problems. Surviving Datan's cries however..
Yeah, it's very DF unrealistic, but I like to imagine that. This is the first time I'm locking migrants outside, though I think I have enough food. I'm just doing it for fun.
