After suddenly being elected the new overseer, I called for a gathering near an old siege machine, a spot we like to call 'Le catapulte', to discuss what we were going to do.
14 adults and 19 children, 33 hungry bastards. Monom Deduklar, the resident minstrel, decided to pass on the tale of the great fort of markedangels, mainly to attract migrants. Anyway, let's see what we have here:
This is the entrance
No, wait, this one. Yes, those are corpses.
Hold on. I don't know what the fuck is going on here. Fuck it, we are building a new entrance.
Local graffiti, you know, the people's mood.
I have no idea what this is. Perhaps a future entrance under construction?
There are dozens of zombies outside and inside the fort. The latter ones are mostly caged, there is one zombie free behind fortifications and a complex mechanism next to it. Sick, I know.
I can hardly imagine how many miners and resources were spent on this.
So, we've established that previous overseers were a bunch of egomaniacs, the fort in whole is a dirty hole, there are no sane dwarves left, we have a massive surplus of children, the are several...
Ah! This is nice! There is a working fortress below everything! I take that back, previous overseers.
Stylish.
Very very nice. But everyone insist they must go to the upper fort. Replace cages, they say. Sickos. Anyway, we are banning the upper fort and we are going to make a brand new entrance, which is going to protect immigrants and merchats, and scare foes. It is going to feature fortifications, inner barracks, bridges, moats, traps, art, statues, food, chairs, it's going to be awesome.