20th Hematite, 103, five seconds later:
-God, I forgot there's two of you.
-Good evening, Mirroredskunks.
-Fuck you. And it's 'Sir' to you, if you don't want your jaw to hurt very-very badly very-very soon.
-Fine then, I'll play along, Sir. Forgive my partner for leaving, he is a little bit impatient...
-What the shit? He was here for three years, haven't said a word until the very end, and you call that impatient?
-Sir, I'm talking about the undead situation.
-Oh.
-You have to admit, it's taking you quite a while to solve it.
-Well, the previous expeditions were very quick to solve it. By dying. I think I'm doing a mighty fine job compared to that.
-True and true. So, what was it you requested again?
-Oh gods. Steel, wood, bullet and fire turrets. Mithril, if you have some. That stuff is amazing.
-Will that be all?
-Yes, but I suppose you won't be giving it away for free.
-But of course.
Suddenly, a dwarf bursts into the room, without knocking, without salutation, anything.
-What the fuck, Wypie? This is a serious meeting, you are not following military disciple, you are improperly dressed, you are soaking in blood and HOLY SHIT YOU ARE SOAKING IN BLOOD!
-It's not mine, Sir!
-Then whose is it? It smells really bad.
-It's dark strangler blood, Sir.
-Could it be...?
-Yes, Sir. We've destoryed the last one of them.
-That's... that's awesome, Wypie. I mean holy fuck that's good. Take the rest of the day off, all of you. Dismissed.
-Now, what do you have to say about that?
-Nothing, really. Job well done.
-Again, fuck you. You liaisons think it's so easy, running a fort like this. If it was my decision, I'd have you oversee an expedition like this, before landing you in a cushy job like yours.
-Fortunately, that's not for you to decide. Now, about our trading agreement. I have this for you:
-Hm... spears and fish, those I think we can manage. Maybe spear throwers, tools and gems, too, but not in big quantities. The rest are no-go. Is that enough to get you out of my sight finally?
-More than enough, Sir. Thank you for your time.
From the Journals of 'Sir', 26th Hematite, 103The secret project that Empfan and Meph started has finally been completed!
1 - Captured prisoners of war, wild animals and undead. The latter produce a rather rather unhealthy miasma. Nothing to do about that for now.
2 - Animal training here.
3 - These quarters were intended for Empfan. We need someone to fill in for him soon...
4 - The Great Arena! Here, soldiers could test their might against any captured foe, without endangering civilian lives. The northern lever opens the cage where the prisoners are loaded, the southern one seals the grate to the arena itself.
Not for the project, but also new:
5 - Hammerers' office and quarters.
6 - Cell blocks for dwarven justice.
We had a grand opening battle, set between the fortress guard and a captured zombie dwarf. It didn't go quite as planned. Oh sure, the zombie went down alright, it's just that we've lost another recruit. Plenty of others to choose from, though.
(Next time: Surprise guest, and dwarfings!)