It has been...quite a spring. Just as things were starting to settle down after the winter-long riots, a seige came to destroy us all. They managed to take out at least Beirus II and the Prophet (I could have missed some; the announcements were flooded with job cancellation spam as well). Benev also died at the hands of tantruming dwarves after murdering a citizen at behest of the mayor. I'm so sorry; I don't think there's anything I could've done (I don't know why the Prophet was on the surface, and Beirus II died in the line of duty). If y'all want to be redwarfed, please let me know. )-:
NCommander, I gave you a veteran military dwarf, Mistèm "N. Commander" Languagelashed the Friendly Speaker of Growths, Commander of N., swordmaster.
Oh, and the queen finally came, and she's definitely cut out to be a tyrant:
The following are fragments from the journals of Uzol "Escondida" Whirledurns, overseer of Harvestcoast
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Improvements to fort security continute. Not all the threats come from outside; I'm constantly worried that some grief-stricken lover or friend or parent or child will tear down the doors to the caverns or the door holding the unfinished well back from the living quarters. I'm having walls put in everywhere.
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Since my assignment to this job, I have reclaimed my old job as a biological engineer and have been getting back into practice. I let everyone know that they could find me in my workshop anytime I needed to know something about the fortress's operations. I may have to rescind this policy, because it seems like every day dwarves are coming to me, shouting about how they lost the specific shale block they needed to build something. Naturally, I tell them to get another block, and then they get back to work. I just don't know why they don't think of these things themselves.
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It turns out that I was by no means the only skilled dwarf to be assigned menial tasks; many have approached me since I took office and begged to be allowed to do their jobs, their
real jobs, and stop hauling and all the other asinine tasks best left to those without useful talents. Naturally, I acquiesced, as long as they could provide me proof that they could do the job they requested. A few have tried to fake it in order to get cushy jobs without hauling duty; I assigned them even more drudgery as punishment.
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Today was truly terrible. Benev...why did you do it? Gods, I just can't believe it. Today, that louse of a mayor, Led Paintlove, claimed that Goden, one of the miners, had committed treason by failing to produce enough millstones. We don't even have mechanical power here! What possible use could there be for a millstone? Benev apparently took him at his word and immediately beat poor Goden to death without even asking any questions.
In response, some nearby bystander sought vengeance and somehow killed Benev.
Naturally, I stepped in and spoke to the remaining guards about who was truly to blame: Led Paintlove. Furthermore, he's directly responsible for ordering the deaths of numerous other citizens. I also may have exaggerated his involvement in various other recent murders.
Unfortunately, it turns out that the rest of the Guard is in on it. They gave this mass-murderer a light beating, when Goden lies dead and Benev sullied his name before his own death at this fiend's behest.
There will be blood, Led. And before you die, you will
suffer, I promise you that.
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It seems that people are starting to behave somewhat more rationally. I've never been happier to go to a party.
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Gods...I'm not ready. The fort isn't anywhere near ready. But here she is. The queen.
What can I do? I need to prepare. I knew she would come eventually, but I always thought I would have more time to prepare a suitable reception.
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--lic works projects continue as planned. Elitist snobs didn't even let most people have basic furniture in their bedrooms. Well, we'll see about that. I'll put statues in every bedroom before I'm done!
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Torgue just rushed into my office to tell me in grisly detail about how he single-handedly took down a blind cave ogre in the depths. If all the soldiers feel the need to share this stuff, I'm not sure my stomach can take it.
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--and the kid finally finished that big school project. Don't know why he bothered to tell me; just looked like a really nice earring.
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--have to write this up. I have to record this for whoever comes next, or for historians, or, hell, just to get this out of my system. We drove back the seige, but at a great cost. Both the child prophet and Beirus II were slain by the craven beasts. I don't even know what to say. I thought I was getting used to all the deaths, but I guess you never can.