-From the Files of Imboker Athelroden-
By Etur, it's hard to concentrate on metalsmithing when the dead walk.
It's even harder to concentrate on metalsmithing when your next drink might never come.
But the thing that makes it
hardest to focus on metalsmithing?
Being handed the keys to the goddamn kingdom.I'm a simple guy, with simple tastes.
I'm not the kind of man who takes naturally to leadership. Gods, all I want to do is work my forge the way I've been doing for the past couple years, wait for my wife and child to finally make the trek here, and start a family here in Bloodymine.
(Come to think of it, I'm starting to understand why they haven't come here yet. Must attempt to put positive spin on fortress name.)
But hey, I'll take what's given to me. I've been given the opportunity not just to better my lot in life, but to make life a whole lot more bearable for the hundred dwarves who live here. An opportunity to give every dwarf opulent bedrooms and more booze than they can possibly drink, and they will drink it anyway. An opportunity for my name to go down in the history of the Lost Arch. This fortress is in
my possession, and they will follow my whims for an entire year.
Gods help those poor bastards.
(OOC: Just a quick introductory update for now. I'll need to get re-acquainted with this interface, since I haven't played in a while and this fortress is a tad bit confusing. More tonight!)
Edit: Whoops. Forgot to replace my image placeholders with actual images.