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Journal of Endok Monagbesmar:

15th Granite, 1064:

The battle has now started!  The first group of goblins broke and fled under a shower of bolts under the direction of our great champion, Zas Cogetes Bekartiristduthnur!

And such a showing of force!  Why, surely at least a quarter of our mighty marksdwarf squads are there firing upon the greenskins!  With such organization it is no wonder that we are winning!

The battle has however revealed a weakness in our western gatehouse.  A number of marksdwarves have complained that it's hard to get a clear shot at the oncoming hoard.  I shall have to take a look at this once the battle is over.

No, I seriously considered building the abbey over the Pool of Suicide, but decided that it was to close to the edge of the map to defend properly.

Journal of Ustuth Elbellogem, King Consort:

7th Granite, 1064:

The nerve of that upstart, that lowly Duke Consort, that of a deceased Duchess nonetheless, to make such demands while my glorious temple to Rakust remains unfinished, nay, unstarted!  What would my tootsie think?  I know what she would think!  She would have this "Jools" dragged off and hammered, that's what she'd do!  Alas that my sweet tootsie is with us no longer, for I fear I do not have the stomach for such things.  Alas that my time here should be plagued with such petty inconvenience, such dealings with the lesser folk as to make me sick.  Oh, if only my sweet tootsie were here!

Anyone know which level controls the north gate?

Excerpts from the diary of Ustuth Elbellogem, King Consort

6th Granite, 1064:

Oh fie!  Travesty!  My poor sweet tootsie lies dead, with not even a soul to lay her to rest!  I am undone!  I must pray to Rakust, that he may guide me through these difficult times.

7th Granite, 1064:

My prayers have been answered, for last night as I slept I did recieve a vision!  Great walls, soaring far above the swamp, stained blood red by the setting sun!  A monument to the glory that is Rakust, god of suicide!  Within these hallowed halls, a tall staircase rises, up and up, for above there is the alter, and the sacred plummet.

Yes!  The vision was clear!  Is not the name of this place Kulettögum, Abbeyverse in the ancient tongue?  It shall be built!  The great Abbey of Rakust!  And there, verses shall be sung, and I shall ascend the stair, to look down upon the mourning masses, ere I perform the most sacred of Rakust's acts, and cast myself forth into oblivion!

Oh, my sweet tootsie, wait but a while, for soon I shall join you.

Didn't you know?  It's dwarven tradition to conquer the peak with their wagon before they can settle there.

So, just to confirm, you're passing your turn over to me?

True - just think - You could have each of those 20000 plump helmet roasts trying to pathfind its "seek plump helmet spawn"

Plump helmet roast has given birth to a plump helmet spawn!