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[MagmaMcFry]

Moron's Log, Limestone

We have immediately started working on my monument to dwarven history. The others have no idea what it is going to be and I don't think they really like to help, but they have nothing else to do.

We built the whole month long. Urvad was interrupted once by a cougar skeleton, but nothing else happened this month.

Moron's Log, Sandstone

A few elephant skeletons decided to hang around for a bit, scaring the shit out of everyone who dared to continue on my grand project.

I'm beginning to think I did something wrong. I'll have the whole thing torn down and rebuilt.

Increasingly many dwarves have decided to just stop deconstruction and have a break. I don't like this. Are they trying to sneak off on the job?

Moron's Log, Timber

Some stray dwarves have arrived and request shelter. There are no skeletons in sight, so I think we can let them in. We are now 18 people.

Shortly afterwards a caravan arrived. I thought that it was the rest of the construction caravan, but it only wanted to trade with us. But we had nothing to trade for, so I sent a new weaponsmith to make some nice golden goblets.

Moron's Log, Moonstone

Some dwarf told me that he was a lee-a-song or so and that I could order stuff from the mountainhome. I immediately ordered the whole menu.

We brought heaps of gold goblets to the depot. The traders were waiting for a trader, but we had nobody. They said that anyone could trade with them, so I volunteered. I wanted all the food and drinks on the wagon and gave him all our goblets back. When the traders left, they were grinning so hard that their moustaches were overlapping their sideburns.

We were busy deconstructing the scaffolding when I managed to get stuck up there. I don't know how, I was just busy removing a floor, when I noticed that I could not go back. I told the others to get me down, but they said they were busy moving dead lizards all over the place. I was tired, so I went to sleep. It was really cold up there!



When I could come down at last, the others were really fed up with me and I had to remove the rest of the scaffolding alone.

Moron's Log, Opal

When I was finally finished with the scaffolding, I looked at my monument (it was a huge statue of me) and thought that there was something seriously wrong with it, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I came down and walked straight into some really smelly purple stuff. The meat had been in the trade depot for far too long, so they were throwing everything away.



Moron's Log, Obsidian

I was wandering around the halls when I saw a passage that I never saw before. I went through and saw a really grand fortress under excavation with lovely wide hallways and grand stairwells.



As I walked through the unfinished halls in wonder, little Unib walked by. I showed him the finger of ancient lore. Unib showed me one too. I think we will get on really well.
As I looked back to Unib again, he had suddenly gotten really big. I wonder what happened...



Also, while I was gone deconstructing, they had made the walls of our dining room all shiny and smooth. This looks really nice, I wonder who did this. Later some skeletal elephants came visiting, but they couldn't get over our wall.

Stukos came and told me that we were here one whole year already. I came to the conclusion that the year must have been really short.



Achievements this year:

Basic industry with farms and booze
Magma forges and furnaces directly over the magma sea
Sand caved-in to directly next to the furnaces
Nice layout for a grand aboveground megafort
Big moronic dwarfy statue of the Bloody Moron (sorry for the lack of screenshots, but I don't have 3D viewers)
18 dwarves, 1 casualty (Mafol)

Save: http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=3691

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[Khris]

Why did we come to that haunted bad place?
Noone is left now to ask this question. Our foolishness has been overwhelming.
We arrived and immediatly went to work, trees were shopped down, the wagon was unloaded.
We dug right into the earth, then to the west where obsidian, stone and ore was.
We knew this was a bad place, so we dug hastily to move down below as quickly as possible and to gather enough obsidian to build a first protective wall above.
Then the elephants came and slaughtered us all, they started with the dogs, then hunted the cats down, soon every dwarf was struck down.
The end.

[Randy Gnoman]

This was a fun site!  It was tough avoiding the elephants, and I had to forbid and delay a lot of work while they wandered around above, but most of my dwarves survived. Also, did you guys notice that the default expedition leader is an ardent worshiper of a goddess of death and disease?  An auspicious portent, that!  He's also a craftsdwarf, so that means he'll make lots of idols of his favorite goddess Onam Duststarved.

Okay, so, here's the year, split up into a series of spoilers:

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Log of the Outpost Imsalerush (RacedHandles)

I, Zasit Growlpaddled (name to be updated as appropriate) do hereby declare, in accordance with ancient Dwarven Law, and the natural laws of the Domain of Dawning, the foundation of the Dwarven outpost to be known as Imsalerush, on this, the first day of Granite, 100th year of the new Age.

This journal shall detail the establishment of the afforementioned outpost, in the Impure Forest of the Deteriorated Continent, for the glorification and enrichment of the Mountainhomes of Kathilshorast ("The Wet Wire").

1st Granite-

We have, at long last, arrived.  The trek north from the mountainhomes was not made without some difficulty:  the heat this far north is stifling, and the wildlife all too often unfriendly.  Nevertheless, we are here, and with the following goods intact:
2 copper picks;
2 copper axes;
1 iron anvil;
A goodly amount of beer, wine, and ale;
A goodly amount of fish, and meat;
A quantity of Plump Helmets;
Several bags of fine seed, for the establishment of crops;
Several bolts of cloth, and a goodly supply of threads;
sundry medical supplies, and;
a supply of assorted ropes, bags, and quivers.

Also with us: two dogs, two cats, and a donkey.

I have taken a quick survey of our surroundings, from a small hill to the south of our wagon camp.  There are, as the scouts reported, great mounds of yellow sand, amind outcroppings of solid obsidian.  There are also several plainly visible deposits of precious minerals, including native gold.  But perhaps the most notable feautre of this landscape, is its apparent hostitlity to life.  All of the trees and grass are long dead, as though afflicted by some mysterious blight.  My travel companions are uneasy at the sight of it; but in my worship of the great goddess Onam Duststarved, I have read of such places, and made devotions to their names.  I feel here, as though I am held close to her fetid breast, and have no fear of this place.

My orders are as such:  we shall delve an entrance near the brook, and there establish our first lodgings.  To assuage the fears of my lesser dwarves, I have assented to the construction of a defensive wall as soon as possible.  To this end, I have ordered some trees to be felled; this should be quick work, dead as they are.  I cannot imagine that the wood is well suited for construction, in its current state, but it will do until we have hewn out fine obsidian blocks.  And then, it will surely burn just fine.

I have reassigned some of the less useful dwarves, to speed up construction.

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 7th Granite-

We have been here barely a week.  Work is just beginning on our humble new outpost.  And already, the cats are a problem.  When we began our digging, we disturbed a large number of rats.  This alone was annoying:  then, the cats promptly slaughtered the rats.  Now, our worksite is littered with their stinking remains.  We don't have time now to clean up this mess:  we will have to deal with the filth later. 

We'll have to deal with the dead rats, too.

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25th Granite-
 
This place is suffused with powerful forces of death.  On a hill to the north shamble the animated skeletal remains of some great beasts.  I have heard of them- "elephants," they are called- and seen pictures.  But the illustrations failed to convey their massive scale; I shudder to think of what will happen if these fell beasts take offense at our presence here.  To appease whatever dark forces haunt this place, I have commanded the sacrifice of our two cats.  We will so miss them.

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24th Slate-

The sacrifice went well.  The cats were butchered, and their remains crafted into gifts for the gods.  The skull totems have been placed next to the entrance, and two cat bone figurines of the great and mighty goddess of death and disease, Onam Duststarved, have been placed atop the hill to the south- the hill from which I first surveyed this valley.  One depicts the diety's awesome power; the other, my humble prayer to her fetid majesty.

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14th Hematite-

It is summer, now, in the Mountainhomes.  The weather changes little here, though.  It is hot, and humid, and I expect that it will be so all year.  The other dwarves and I have been taking on jobs for which we have little training; masonry, stone detailing.  These things come naturally, though.  It is important that we make good time building our lodgings, and also establishing a farm.  The plump helmets we brought are almost gone.  The meat supply is still quite adequate, but that has been supplemented with cat flesh.

I have decided to take a shortcut in establishing the farm:  rather than setting up a proper pumping system, I intend to simply drain a pond.  I'm also going to have a basin built, to keep some of the water below, in case of a seige.

Oh, and I'm marking the hill of sacrifices,  for Onam DustStarved.  She has been merciful:  the undead stay in the hills, when they come, and have come only rarely.

26th Malachite-

Immigrants have arrived.  This makes me wish I had started on the farm sooner; we will need the food.  All the same, it will be good to have the extra hands.

7th Limestone-

I have reassigned jobs.  There were only three immigrants.  Two were physically excellent, and have been selected for duty as defenders.  Until we have equipment for them, though, they will labor as stoneworkers.  The third is a furnace operator.  I have assigned a logger to make charcoal for the furnaces, and ordered the smelting of Galena.  Some of our dwarves protested.  They say iron should come before lead; but it's the silver that I'm after.  Silver for hammers.  Hammers for Glory.  Onam's Mercy protects us for now; but she is a Goddess of Death, and may test us with death.  We must be prepared to meet her tests, and grind the bones of our enemies to dust.  Or, at least, into less organized, less animate piles of bone. 

9th Limestone-

Onam's first test has come sooner than I expected.  Urist Silverrooter, one of the two defenders, was attacked by a pair of skeletal Gibbons while smoothing the stone of the hill of sacrifice.  She punched the beasts' legs off, and they seemed to... dis-corporate.  The rest of their remains cannot be found.  It was strange, but I believe that it was a good omen.  Onam must have sent the things, and then, when Onam saw our might and bravery before her test, she smote the creatures. 

It's the only rational explanation.

15th Limestone-

The booze is depleted.  The farm should have been built sooner.  This... is a disaster.  Far, far worse than skeletal elephants.  We should be getting the first seeds into the ground soon; not long after that, we should have plump helmets.  But without booze, who is to say if we will live to see the plump helmets made into wine?

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2nd Sandstone-

More immigrants have arrived.  I have assigned most of them new jobs, but I believe I shall have to audit labor orders soon.  There is idleness in the fortress, and in our situation that cannot be allowed.

Onam send a strange message: Urist and Ducim, the defenders, were chased away from her altar by skeletal elephants.  They were not harmed, and now the creatures seem content to loiter by the altar.  I take this to mean that she demands more sacrifice.  I have commanded the slaughter of our donkey, as well as several animals brought by immigrants:  a donkey foal, a horse foal, and a kitten.  I have also ordered the construction of a trade depot.  It's being built from unworked obsidian:  it shall have to be replaced later, with a more suitable depot, but will do for now.

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13th Sandstone-

The bone beasts continue to wander around the Hill of Sacrifice, but ocassionally come close to the logs which we left on the ground outside.  I have forbidden the haulers to retrieve these logs for the time being.  When the terrors have departed, I shall have to order a large stockpile to accomodate them.

I forgot to recrod that I have also order the manufacture of various pieces of furniture.  It's going well:  we have some tables, doors, chests and the like.  The table and chairs will be used to establish a dining hall; the chests, doors, and cabinets will go into bedrooms.  There are also statues, which we shall place around the fortress.  They are mostly of an unimpressive quality, but they will do.

A personal note:  some of the dwarves say we should dig deeper.  Find the caverns, search for magma, and other such nonsense.  We shall go so deep:  but first, we must establish ourselves here.  It is true that great riches surely wait below:  rich veins of ore, gems, and so forth.  But we have only barely begun to make use of what we have here on the surface, and I do not seek to invite whatever fell beats must surely dwell beneath this haunted place into our burrows, before we have even learned to deal with those that haunt its surface.

22nd Sandstone-

Blasted foolish dwarves!  I forbade them to drink from any water source besides our pool, in the farms.  The water there is perfectly good- but still, they insisted on going outside!  On drinking at the surface!  While they slurped from the brook, the beasts of bone and death descended upon them.  Now, there are some casualties to report:

Sibrek, the Woodworker. 
Morul and Urist, defenders.
But our dearest loss:  Urvad, the Logger.  She had many virtues, and no great flaws.  She will be memorialized.  As for the rest:  curse them.  May their spirits rise, and wander- I do not care.  If they had not so foolishly caught the attention of the undead, Urvad might not have been slain.

Also killed by the elephants:  our two dogs, who saw the beasts at the gate, and went bravely to defend our home.  We also believe the kitten was killed.  It was outside when the slaughter occurred, and there haven't been any dead rats in the dormitory since.

As a result of this attack, I have named the inside of our fortress as a burrow, and forbidden any dwarf to leave it.

Rovod, the Provisioner, has not yet heard my order:  she is too busy slurping from be brook.  When she comes inside- if she comes inside- I will have harsh words for her.  She really ought to be brewing right now:  the first of the crops have come in, and we may have prevented this catastrophe with a little wine.

Or, perhaps not:  perhaps it is because Rovod did not carry out the slaughter of the animals yet.  Perhaps Onam came to claim her sacrifice, because we did not give her what was due.  Either way, it's Rovod's fault.

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28th Sandstone-

The first of the new wine is made, and not a moment too soon.  I really needed a drink.  We must be sure not to let the barrels go dry again.

11th Timber-

A well has been built by the farms, and with this and the wine, I am confident that the dwarves shall not go again to slake their thirst at the brook.  I have lifted restrictions on their movement.  I have further ordered that the corpses of the fools be stripped and taken to the Hill of Sacrifice, to propitiate Onam.  Urvad's corpse is watched over by a pack of skeletal elephants, and will have to be gotten later.  She will be given proper burial rites.

13th Timber-

As soon as we emerged, we spotted guests.  Merchants, from the Mountainhomes.  I intend to trade mainly for booze; however, if we can also acquire some armaments for our last remaining defender, we shall do so.

28th Timber-

Trading is concluded.  For a quantity of crafts and clothing, I have acquired some wine and beer- the traders brought only a little, so I got it all- a broze mace, and a suit of armor for our defender.  Furthermore:  the skeletal elephants have departed.  I have therefore commanded the hauling in of any goods we can, before the return of the beasts.  A large stockpile has been designated below, for wood.  I have also reconsidered my position on the dead.  All of their corpses shall be stored in a hollow beneath Onam's altar, until they can be given burial rites.  If the hauling is completed with some time left, I should like to complete Onam's altar in my time as leader.

13th Opal-

My time here is nearly done, and the skeletal elephants return.  The altar still need a covering, and to be engraved; but that may have to wait.  Now, work must be done to complete the crypt, and respectfully entomb the dead.

A wooden scaffolding has been built, to access the tops of the altar's pillars:  I can only hope that our next leader wisely completes this altar.  Otherwise, Onam's Wrath shall surely strike us all down.

19th Opal-

The undead wander too close to the altar;  work on the crypts has been canceled, for now.

21st Opal-

Damn the beasts!  They have entered the crypt.  No doubt, the will topple the one statue thus far erected therein...   I shall have to remember this, and, once the dead have beenburied, wall off their graves to prevent them being violated. As though in response to this intrusion, The spirit of Urist the Defender has risen, and haunts the fortress...

4th Obsidian-

With the beasts wandering outside, I have turned my attentions indoors.  We are now trying to complete the first block of apartments before the year is out.  My apartment shall also include a table and chair, to serve as an office.  I have been using the dining hall for my work, but it's crowded, and distracting.

And, the final report:

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YEAR END SUMMARY-

On this first day of the year 101, I cede my place as leader of Racedhandles, and compose this final report of the year's progress:

An entry way has been constructed near the brook, on an outcropping of obsidian.  The site was chosen so that the floors might later be smoothed and engraved.  A pallisade was built, to keep intruders at bay.  Within the pallisade, are various stockpiles, originally used to unload goods from the wagon.  Stairwells have been built, leading down, and also up- although construction has not yet begun on the second level.  The stairwells are built with a spiral design, and include narrow ledge, which may later be useful for funneling invader traffic into traps.  An outer wall of obsidian blocks is being built around the pallisade, and the pallisade is being stripped away as it progresses.



The level directly below the entrance contains no rooms; the only digging which has been done is the stairwell.  The walls of one spire were engraved, the others are smoothed.  Floors will have to be built to reach and engrave the other walls.  The lack of digging here is intentional:  if future caretakers wish to install a moat, it can be done with minimal construction, and little risk of flooding.

A trade depot has been constructed within the pallisade, but is not intended to be permanent.  Cage traps have also been constructed, but do not provide comprehensive protection, as the hall is now wider than the row of traps, and more will need to be built in the future.

Some apartments have been built two levels below the surface, as well as a large central chamber.  The chamber is currently being used for storage and labor, but as work areas are dug out or constructed it could be converted into a nice central dining hall, statue garden, or whatever.

A farm has been established 3 levlels down, with a food stockpile and kitchen+still directly above.  There is a basin of stored water in the farm, with a well.  There is another large central chamber down the hall from the farm, currently being used for storage and as a dining hall.

One dwarf has been assigned to the militia, and equipped with bronze & bismuth bronze armor, as well as a warhammer.  Galena has been mined, and smelted to make lead and silver- the silver can be used to make mighty hammers for this, and future soldiers.

My favorite bit, though, is the altar to Onam Duststarved.  It is carved out of a hill in the southwestern corner of the map, smoothed (hopefully to be engraved later), and hollowed out.  Atop the altar, there are pillars of obsidian and alunite, as well as a couple of idols of Onam Duststarved and an entrance to the hollowed area inside.  One z level down is corpse storage. 

Below that are crypts- smoothed, and partially engraved.  Three dwarves are already buried, and one more coffin is pending placement.  An important note:  After the dwarves are buried, they must be walled off to prevent the toplling of their coffins by skeletal elephants.  Good future grave sites have been highlighted with dig designations, but digging hasn't yet been ordered (there are still walls in between the dig designations and diggable squares).


I end the year with ten dwarves, and four dead.

Okay, so there are a couple more images, but I'm getting lazy.  I might post them up later.

[MagmaMcFry]

I've decided to start the election on Monday 17th, since we have four timelines already (Iced, Kzel, Randy Gnoman and me) and nobody seems to be currently playing (except for Iced).

Iced, you should have finished your year now, why not give us an update?

[MagmaMcFry]

Sorry for the delay. Poll is running. Vote!

[Valience]

Darn. I have a year played out, but I wanted to try and make it purtyful with then pictshures and such before I put it up.

Anwyays, I lost 4 of the starters to 'phants. The one valiantly sacrificed herself so that the remaining could finish the rudimentary defenses. Then I got some migrants... who spawned on top of the elephants. They died. Then I got a small wave f 4 who made it in. Then I got one more lone guy, on top of the elephants as usual, with a bull calf. He died, but that bull was a beast and made it in.

Then I was ambushed by Kobolds, since I was lazy and let all the dead people's crap lay out there. They beat up a normal elephant and then sat around and did whatever kobolds do.

I was proud

Perhaps I'll submit one next round then.

[MagmaMcFry]

I'm really sorry Valience, I didn't know that you were playing. I'll add a warning in the first post for people to announce when they're starting to play.

[Valience]

It's fine. My year went so terrible dwarvenly awesome that I wasn't sure if anyone would want to take over anyways

[MagmaMcFry]

Great, I won the election!
OK, let's start the second round. The save is in the first post, and don't forget to apply the dwarfings.

[kzel]

Official communiqué

Citizens, the slab of rock you're holding in your hands will soon be remembered in the history of our fortress. It has come to the attention of a concerned group of our valued members that this fortress is at odds with what could reasonably be called "normal operations".

As you may have noticed, unless you're part of the mining crew, the job situation in Ismalerush is nothing but catastrophic. As the time of this report's writing, 4 people were actually working, out of our total population of 18. We didn't brave the terrifying wilderness, the skeletal beasts, the horrifying plant life to live like in some bloated mountainhome. The current rulership has been unable to provide jobs for more than 75% of our population, this is unacceptable.

Our defenses are wholly inappropriate for any member of the dwarven race. You will find below a rough schematic of our current leader's plan to defend us :



That's right, dear citizens, an empy line of open space, without so much as a bridge, separates us from the hostile wilderness and soon to come goblins assaults. Any dabbling acrobat could jump this gap and assault our mighty military. Military consisting of exactly ONE member, Avuz Ustiroltar, who never had any fighting in her whole life ! This would be acceptable were she provided with some decent equipment. Let's consult one of Zazit's precious ledgers obtained by an anonymous supporter whose loyalty cannot be questioned :



As you can plainly see, nothing has been assigned for her use. Not even one of our shoddy obsidian rock swords. When confronted about the matter, Avuz claimed to have far sufficient equipment. However, as all can observe, her adequate equipment consists of nothing but clothes ! How she can hope to stand her ground against the giant skeletal elephants is anyone's guess.



This outrageous disdain toward your security cannot continue any further. The situation requires immediate action. Our brave siege operator Kzel has taken matter into his own hands and has overthrown the previous government. As the most experience member of our military, he has taken upon himself the great burden of responsibility and claimed the title of Military Leader, and singlehandedly organized and won a coup. He has promised to hold elections at the end of spring, enough time for him to form the premises of our grand army. Until such time comes, martial law is enacted and the following rules specified :

- All men are drafted in the military. Because of our previous leader's lax policies, people have become far too friendly and we will not endanger our babies by sending them on the fields of battle. The current draft list includes Iced, NobodyPro, Randy and our previous leader, MagmaMcFry. If your name is on the previous list, please report to your commander to begin training.

- Avuz Ustiroltar, also known as Musashi, is demoted from her functions of military commander. She has been assigned MagmaMcFry's previous counting job, he is assumed to be busy training once his break is over.

- All following names are to report at the magma forges for metal smelting : Di, Bayar, Deviled, Imiknorris, UmbrageOfSnow, Valience

- The miners Aramco, Plank Of Wood and Mr. MacDuggan are required to stop any ongoing project and begin mining the hematite vein discovered in our exploratory shaft downward.

- The lumberjacks Urdim and Urvad are to tend the farms while preparations are made to go outside and gather more wood.

Let's make our queen Zuglar proud !

[JacenHanLovesLegos]

Dwarf please.

[Crocatowa]

Dwarf me? and maybe ill join in next round.

Name: Syde
Prof: Smith (of all sorts) / Hammerdwarf

[kzel]

Commander Kzel's speech, summer 101

Brave and strong dwarves, the last months have not been easy on us. While the equipment for our initial forces of 5 soldiers were well underway, the recent arrival of 22 more souls dedicated to the prosperity of this settlement has delayed our arming effort. As you know, all men were to be drafted, and by my word, they were! Our military now stands proudly at 19 soldiers, all armed with weapons made of the finest steel, though not by the best of smiths (between the laughing crowd, two women stare furiously). I'm not forgetting my fellow hammerdwarf, armed as I am with a silver weapon, who will one day become the first officer of justice in our settlement. Let's give a round of applause to Mebzuth !

[...]

Some of you expressed doubt and concern when they were told to join the ranks of the military instead of pursuing their profession of choice. Never fear, men, for this situation is only temporary. For now, our training is insufficient to provide victory by sheer skill, which is why we must win with numbers ! Let the goblins come and they'll each get one axe to the head and one spear to the bottom !

I would like to dedicate this day to the bravest of us all, NobodyPro, who you all remember charging outside to protect our lumberjacks, armed with only an axe and a shield. His blow was the first to strike the foul skeletal tiger that dared venture into our lands. Although we quickly followed, his bravery is to be commended and this is why I have decided to award him our first medal of courage, made of pure aluminum. Let's show him our respect by buying him a round of fresh Sunshine each! The surface is ours, and it will stay that way until there are no more trees to fell!

(outraged cries of elves are heard in the distance)

That is not all, for I have also kept an eye on our craftsmen as they are providing us with food, booze and arms. Let us all be thankful to their dedication, as they worked tirelessly in the darkness. It has come to my attention that Di, in a burst of creativity, created a magnificent scepter of dark stone, fitting for the best of rulers. Such an object is priceless, and we all thank Di for his effort. It will be sure to find its place in the hands of our new ruler.

You may wonder why elections for this new ruler haven't been made yet. The answer is as simple as it is obvious : we are not ready. We need more steel to protect ourselves, and the recent arrival of the elves shows that the outside world knows about us. They've probably heard tales of our golden riches, and they would be right. No doubt more kobold pillagers and goblin scum will come in hope of an easy prey. I will not stand a relax of our effort while we're still so vulnerable! By the end of summer, we should be adequately equipped to face the trials ahead, and we shall, this I swear to you, organize free elections then!

[Iced]

Sorry everyone, I had a suprise holiday in the yorke peninsula (apperantly the most patriotic place in the world, there was a flag every 10 metres or somerthing rediculous like that) and had no access to a computer, or worse, DF.

Is it within my rights to take a stab at this round?

[MagmaMcFry]

Since you didn't win the last election, yes.