The year is 118 and a new report just came in.
''Intruders! Drive them away!''
As my dwarves have heard these cries before and we had our trapline set up to capture the masters of the dark arts that resided in the nearby Tower, it was time to check the traps.
But, the captured individual was someone the haulers had seen before, even had dinner with in their legendary dining hall.
Somehow, the suspicious man that came to join the ranks of the fortress four years ago had returned. Returned you ask? Well, the poor man had died three years ago because the cruel overlord of the Fortress suspected foul play when he inspected the history of the new migrant. He was put in a room and locked up together with some office supplies as to spend an eternity updating the fortress supply administration.
However, without the master or other dwarves noticing he developed a peculiar but desperate thirst, an unexpected phenomon seen as how the migrant handled himself when tested for any symptoms of the much feared vampire disease. When dwarves heard the desperate cries for help the suspect, as he had been nicknamed by his overlord, was freed and as he ran for the booze supply to drink and quell his thirst, the blazing heat of the land he lived in strook him down. The man recieved a final resting place in the Fortress and his corpse was put to rest in a casket.
This sudden turn of events made the overlord question his methods of interrogation considering the new immigrants, but as the overlord had personally attended the sessions where this suspect was deemed immodest and suspicious and yet this indidual clearly was not a vampire, something was wrong. The overlord recalled that the suspect had blown his cover by faking his identity; the name he used during the interrogation did not match the papers of identification he had brought in his backpack. A new investigation was started but as no results came up, the case was put to rest along with the poor soul's remains and people moved on.
Now, in the only filled cage of this raid, the dwarves directly recognised the foul necromancer. Despite his transformation he had chosen to take the original nickname his overlord branded him as a honorary title, while his old working title after so much work updating the fortress administration was tattooed on his forehead.
Had this man cheated the fortress guard and faked his own death to escape his cruel fate?
Had he aquired some divine support to avenge his passing as he died an innocent man?
Or has the evil twin of this suspicious individual risen to raise his brother from the grave, only to be halted by the first trap the dwarves had set out on the plains?
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