Okay, I'm back. I'll try and play through tonight, mostly because if I wait too long and Diablo 3 comes out I will have to try very hard to stop existing.
Imma role a Witch Doctor, and call him either 'Sam B' or 'Witch Doctor Dre'.Nanghaithya is a high-master animal dissector who leads one of the militia squads.
Hans is a conscriptee.
Year 205, the rule of Mitch
Chapter 9: Goblins, Zombies and Spawn; How too much of bad can be good
You know, the zombies are putting up a heck of a fight. Mostly because every zombie disembowelled by the Spawn can be re-animated by necromancers who wait in hiding. The Spawn, despite not being able to find the necromancer, are stuck in a loop of fighting constantly rising corpses of all races. And now a veritable
army of goblin ambushes has come to give them something else to kill... and add to the corpse pile.
I think the necromancers are going to win.
15th Galena:It seems my recent conscription has been unpopular, one particular dissenter masquerading to have an 'injury' just so he doesn't have to work. (Hey, these calender works I nicked were pretty neat).
The crowded hallways are beginning to slow down production. I know our previous rulers weren't expecting to survive for as long as we have, and grow as much as we are, but this is still a problem punishable with incessant nagging and fixing. The fact that this is a
major hallway, with only 2 staircases and 2-wide corridors, leaves me to believe that our previous overseers were all to busy making their own personal rooms filled to the brim with pitchblende hammers with which to give themselves blunt-trauma lobotomies.
*Note to self, need to write that speech down for future use and reference*I've begun work on expanding all corridors and staircases.
18th Galena:You know, the battle outside there is quite a display. Looking from the watch tower, there are body bits flying all over the place; literally. Some parts are flying up multiple stories high, and this is a particular joy that I simply can't sketch a picture of.
Uhh... what? From where? Oh, underneath our wells where nothing without wings can get in. Good job.
The zombies haven't killed many Spawn, and from this point on they probably won't be able to.
I've ordered the armoury expanded. Guys are walking miles just to pick up equipment.
16th Limestone:A while has passed with little happening. The necromancer is still out there, there's a zombie hand stuck in a tree. I've built a few roads to spruce the place up. Dug a large area for extended storage, on the top level.
Begun work on a well from the hospital, this should reduce travel times.
The Spawn truly have been making a mess
20th Limestone:Rodge, our miner has entered a secretive mood. He's adequate in armour and weaponsmithing, but an adept mason. Shame, I'd prefer an artifact adamantine axe or breastplate, not some gabbro ass-plug or whatever.
11th Sandstone:The training of the recruits is going extremely slowly, but I get the feeling it will pick up. It has to, in order to enact The Great Plan within my time.