![]() ![]() With enemies at the gates and no other option before me, I decided the best course of action - nay, the only course of action - was to enlist every last man woman and child in the destruction of this fiend. The recruit ran away crying, only to pass out in the stairwell from severe pain and blood loss. and then the goblin cut off his entire left fore-arm. Perhaps this was was Kissroofs needed - an example. Even in its darkest hour, the dwarves of Kissroofs had a champion. It was the stuff of legends no doubt his valiant deeds would be sung by the bards for ages to come. His warcry echoed through the halls of Kissroofs. The master thief cut his hand off and sent him away crying in agony.īoldly, the recruit overcame his pain and ran back into the fight! Such bravery! With only one hand left, the Kadul Ilsazir charged into battle. Although he battled bravely, he was far out-matched by the devious goblin. The battle waged for several hours, going completely unnoticed by half a dozen nearby dwarves who were too busy sleeping to come to the aid of the recruit. The new recruits were slow in finding the goblin, but eventually one of them cornered it in a storage room. Thus, I have created an impromptu militia consisting of only the basest rabble - the sort that, while lacking true fighting experience, have the dependability required for such a task. I could not help but notice that of all the incompetent, drunken buffoons manning this fort, the so-called "haulers" of the working class were of a singularly industrious sort. I fear that they have taken too strongly to the drink to be of much use. I have ordered the fortress guards to deal with the situation, but they have been sleeping for several weeks straight. The guards claim that the thief infiltrated the fortress during the last goblin attack, and has since been praying on the unwary workers. Rumors have spread of the dread rogue Utes "Apewitch" Ozseosta, a goblin master thief of the highest caliber. Reports are coming in from all over the fortress of common workmen being assaulted by a shadowy figure. In order to do so, I would first need to create suitable housing and administrative space in the nobles quarter. My first order of business was to restore order by arranging more robust leadership. I have since been informed that he has gone completely insane from his brief experience in managing Kissroofs. Upon hearing my demand for his resignation, the interim governor threw up his hands in thanks to the gods and ran from the room shrieking wildly. I went before the interim governor of the fortress and furnished him with proof of my authority granted by the dwarven king to immediately assume control of fortress. His loyalists transported his dessicated corpse deep within the fortress to be enshrined forever in a decadent tomb. To my shock, it seems that the former leader was displaced in a bloody uprising. I followed the surly dwarf to the nobles quarter and made inquiries regarding the whereabouts of one "Tom" Unibarak, the leader of this settlement. I could only imagine what murderous intent those eyes must have in times of sobriety. The slurring of her words suggested that she was drunk on duty, yet the dulling of her wits was a blessing, for deep in those milky cobalt eyes was a terrible gleam. In a voice like knives on china she named herself: Shorast Tradegem, hammerdwarf of Kissroofs. Her leg appeared to have been mangled in a gruesome fashion, and her nose looked to be broken in more than one place. I have never beheld a more wretched creature she - I think it was a woman, but her grievous disfigurement made it difficult to tell - was an ancient, hobbled thing. The hillside is awash in goblin blood and the bloated corpses of foul beasts drift lazily down the river their fetor mingles with the stench of death and uncleanliness that surrounds this horrid place.Īt the gates, I called out to the guard for admittance. I have arrived at Kissroofs to find the settlement in total disarray. I scheduled transport on the next caravan to the settlement. What madness lies in wait for me I shudder to contemplate, yet the task remains. The king knows not what to believe, which is why I have been assigned as the new Praefectus of Kissroofs. We've got claims that babies have been drowned in the water supply the town guards welcomed enemies into the fortress and then barred the gates, trapping the citizens inside there are even rumors of madness and murder. Reports have been filtering into the mountainholme for months of strange happenings in the colony of Kissroofs. ![]()
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