Read the following quote if you haven't played DF and don't know what a fey mood is. otherwise, skip it.
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Sometimes, a dwarf will fall into what's called a fey mood. They're overtaken by a sudden focus to build something legendary. It springs into their mind fully formed, and they take over a workshop and demand the items they need to make it. Once complete, they gain legendary status and skill in that trade, and carry their work with them for the rest of their life.
Unfortunately, if they are unable to get the materials to build their masterwork, they will eventually snap, going insane.
Sometimes, they'll run out and drown themselves.. Othertimes, they rip off all their clothes and run around the fortress, refusing to eat or drink and eventually starving. And other times . . . they go completely beserk, slip into a martial trance, and destroy buildings and other dwarves until they're stopped.
This is the brief story of Vucar, who longed for wood to create a great carving.
Unfortunately, we forgot to bring an axe with us, so even with the abundant trees outside, no one can cut one down. So we've no logs for him, and no way to get any for seasons.
So some trouble was expected of Vucar. Everyone avoided his workshop, and the miners (incredibly buff from digging out the entire fortress with just picks) formed themselves into a military squad led by one of the original six dwarves.
The squad was just returning from having quickly dug a huge room below the farm plots, and as they bounded up the stairs to grab a drink, they heard the screams of the other dwarves as they fled from Vucar's sudden and violent outburst.
Rushing to the rescue, they rapidly made short work of Vucar with their picks. To these legendary cutters of raw stone, flesh cannot stand. As they stepped back from their sad work, they reflected that while it was good it was quick for him, and no one else was hurt . . . it was very unfortunate that they caught him right in the middle of the barracks. Blood had sprayed all over the smooth floors, and formed quickly congealing pools. Worst of all, the only two beds in the entire fortress of twenty dwarves were coated in blood and dwarf intestines.
"Someone call the butcher!" hollered the squad-leader Tulon.
And then they went back to work. After all, if the farm isn't working soon, they'll all starve during the next winter.
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