[color=DAA520][b]Ferron[/b][/color]
[@Stern Algorithm]-Gammaton
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Ferron cautiously approached the insect god, however he did not sit down. He carefully listened to Gammaton speech, and carefully eyed the scroll that he had produced. He was formulating a reply whenever he felt the cries of the dwarves, their voices carried to him through their guardian, Rook. 

While his people needed his aid, he realized the long-term importance of this deal. However, he did not choose to do nothing. He looked towards Gammaton, his facial expression obscured by the power of his earthen cloak, [color=goldenrod]"I plead for a few moments to tend towards matters elsewhere."[/color] he said, in a cold, emotionless tone. However he did not wait for a respond before turning away and walking towards the entrance of the hive. 

He focused a part of his essence into an orb. If Gammaton were to inspect this sphere of divine power, he would realize that it was a crystallized blessing that would grant strength and endurance to whoever it was bestowed upon. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was using his divine power, nor that he was using a sizable amount of his renewed power. 

He placed the orb into Bishop chest region, and it begun to sink within the construct's form. Without a word, he gave the golem its orders.    Bishop began to melt into the earth as it went to achieve the task set before it. 

The lord of metal then turned around, and re-approached Gammaton, still refusing to sit down. If the bug god had said anything else, he would not have heard it. [color=goldenrod]"I apologize for my slight rudeness. I had to quickly attend to something very urgent. As for your proposal, you should know I have little interest in doomed projects. I do believe there will be a much more reasonable compensation for your work. However I will agree to listen the reasoning behind your absurd proposal. [/color] 

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Stag, the Dwarf
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Stag found himself trapped in one of the collapsed tunnels of the dwarven colony. He would have attempted to remove the blockage, except his legs were injured in the collapse and he could not stand up. Helpless, he recollected on his day. It was a rather normal day, and he was attending to his duty of taking water from the upper colony deeper into mountain in order to tend to the orchard. Some dwarves grew concerned as the earth began to rumble, and there was some gossip as to the origin of the shaking but Stag had payed little attention to that. 

Stag had been walking up towards the aquifer in order to refill his bucket whenever the first roots broke through the earth. He was luckily already above the highest root, but the damage to the cave system had caused his current situation. However, he soon heard the familiar sound of metal against stone. After a few moments, he heard Guard Captain Crom instruct one of the members of the Ironguard to bring Stag to the Great Church, while he lead the rest of his group deeper into the caves to excavate more dwarves from the lower colony. 

Once inside of the church, a member of the clergy tended to his wounds. He had barely noticed until now, but his right leg was wet with blue, dwarven blood. The clergyman did the best he could do to apply a small amount of medicine to the wound and bandage it. However, both medicine and silk were farmed and stored deeper into the cave, and thus what little supplies the church had for emergencies would need to be carefully rationed.

The small dwarf briefly rested his eyes, when suddenly the caverns were dark for just a moment. However, immediately afterwards Stag felt the presence of his creator god. It would take awhile for the blessing to fully take effect, however the dwarves could immediately feel the divine power being granted to them. However, shortly after Ferron's miracle, Stag's heart sunk. 

The members of the Ironguard had continued to evacuate dwarves to higher ground, and bringing the injured to the church. However one of the Ironguard had a forlorn look on his face as he carried a dwarf into the church. Stag, and many of the other dwarves averted their eyes from what they saw.  A dwarven priest quickly looked over the corpse, and said a prayer over the corpse to Ferron and Azhriel before asking for it to be placed within an unoccupied house. Stag overheard the cleric saying that would need to wait to properly entomb the body as the catacombs were within the deepest cavern of the colony.