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A weredeer attacked; fortunately, the only unarmed dwarves it encountered it killed outright. Then, to my delight, it returned to human form and a lone, unskilled dwarf chased it into a corner and pummeled it until the militia showed up to behead it.

Hilltop sun training continues; fewer dwarves are now nauseated by the sun, but the statue garden there is now a complete mess of cast-off rags (slowly but surely being dumped down the magma dump chute, along with hundreds of unbutcherable skeletons, to the horror of my legendary weaver, dyer, clothier and leatherworker, each of whom has lost a handful of their numerous masterpieces this way). Besides the clothes, the ground is trampled into a red dirt mess until I get around to building gold roads there (the fort is overflowing with gold), all covered in vomit and bird blood (hunters and militia (who train there) like to take pot-shots).

More dwarves become used to tragedy with every triumph I hold in the Arena of Joyous Death for Heinous Enemies of the Glorious Dwarven Way. I think that next time I hold one, I'll try and station my resident vampires atop hatches covering the magma dump chute, when they can't prey on sleeping dwarves on the way because they're all locked in the spectator area of the Arena.

Me: "go kill that alligator dwarf!"
Dwarf: "Right away!" *drops Crossbow*
Me: "what are you doing?"
Dwarf: *leaves crossbow behind and starts beating the crap out of the alligator*
Me: *face palm*

Anyone with the hunting, mining or woodcutting labors active is a poor candidate for the militia, since their hidden and unchangeable civilian uniform conflicts with their military uniform. Thus, throwing down the civilian crossbow when called to duty.

Their heir might just be living in another fortress, too.

Sounds fun; I'd like a turn, please.

It's also possible that the hospitalized dwarf's leg wasn't just bruised, but got badly infected and needed to be amputated. As to the rest...traps and militia are wonderful fort protectors.

The Forgotten Beast Nunóre has come!  A huge ceratopsid with external ribs. It has a round shell and it belches and croaks.  Its slate gray scales are small and overlapping. Beware its noxious secretions!

Inod Reigncoal the Tooth of Bridging earned the title "Nunóre's Bane" for making short work of the creature. Meanwhile, on the hilltop, a handful of dwarves have finally overcome their cave adaptation! Of course, the statue garden is still covered with vomit, and most of the party-goers are still continually nauseated by the sun. They dance around the corpse of a stork, determined not to actually look at it.

I'd like a turn, if you please!

They can both forget demands *and* give up on mandates. The difference is that demands are harmless even if you have lawdwarves, whereas ignoring mandates will lead to police brutality if you set up the Guard.