Log of Avuz the Most Unholy 1st of Limestone 187
My lord weevilmessiah has been unusually quiet lately during nightly prayers until tonight. Having successfully condemned that arch heretic Recon to his domain, he bade me set about creating an abundance of life and death plus some associated tasks to turn Smallhands into a new citadel of thralldom with me as His Most Favoured.
So far my tasks were small and stealthy such as putting water in the magma pumps, blocking access to the food stocks and releasing the fire imp that slew the infidel.
But tonight was different. In his magnamity he gave me a new task. A change of plans: Smallhands is no longer going to be a temple! No, its going to be a new WardPuppets. He even promised a new slab with the secrets of life and death for my perusal once I make sufficient progress!
I could be immortal and bend the world to my will, to the messiah's will! I could bathe in alcohol every morning and force every goblin to strip dance at my whim!
I only had to set the stage for a dogmatic ritual of eld. Trinkets, circles of power, murder... all those could wait. My task begins with the most important step: acquiring control of smallhands.
What fortuitous timing then that Fatcat stepped down from Overseership citing the usual rubbish militiadwarves do when they get bored of power. The dwarves held an emergency meeting to announce a successor. With a few well placed favours and a suggestion to make more soap I have assumed the position of Overseer!
Nothing can stop me now so long as I tread carefully.
I set the unguided to executing the bear army ostensibly for fat for soap. An innocent enough task were one not aware of the applications of raw meat in contacting the underworld.
An age of thralldom awaits
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ooc bit of story to tide over while i repeat delphonso's turn. Not had much time to play lately. Most of it has been testing out methods to get water out of the magma tunnel while dealing with ~27 fps