and so it shall be, tahujdt is slated for another go.
Somewhere in the dark, something moved. swirling black smoke moved around it as it moved through the gap between. a presence was calling out to it, not a summons, just raw need. The ghost of a powerful undead, for thats what it really was, moved towards a dim light in the distance. when the thing reached the light it saw that it was a window looking out on a bloody hellscape. a fortress of puny creatures had sprung up their, or maybe the bloodscape had sprung up around them? "considering that these creatures are dwarves," it thought "the prior is more likely." the call came again, a wordless signal from inside the fort. the window moved, not startling the lich in the least. he had seem many such windows and used many. the window swooped in through a doorway near a waterfall, swept through the halls where no on noticed its passage, and stopped before a dwarf, deep in thought. in one hand he held a pick spattered in the blood of cave monsters, in his other his beard which he twisted and pulled and chewed. the lich grinned. he remembered this one. how long had it been? didnt matter. the objective of the fort had not been fulfilled yet. He spoke to the dwarf, whispering his desires. the king wanted a replacement for defaced art? the lich and Brodich the dwarf would give him a library of engravings.
not so deep in the fort, Brodich sat and fretted. he had been hardened by life in gateivory, had shown great valor in combat even, but he was still a nervous creature. many years ago, he had been made a miner, it wasn't his regular job but defacing the stone with engravings wasnt much different than obliterating it with a pick. not long after, he had been enlisted in the military. an emergency squad? he couldn't remember now. he did remember the goblins, and the cave crawlers. an image of the cave crawler tearing off cave ogres arm flashed in his mind and he sneered. a dwarf nearby saw it, and decided to pick up the pace a bit with his work. Brodich chewed his beard a bit, and that was when he heard the voice. was it a voice? the urge to do as it said could not be resisted. it was something he had wanted to do, he needed to build a library. hefting his pick, he went down to the dining hall to give orders.
okay, its open and... ok. Ive got my work cut out for me. for now, im raisin the gates unless I really have to open them. someone changed the job titles on all the dwarves to "peon." which is okay. helps to sort them out.we have an excess of caged goblins, which I will try to use constructively, and a plethora of critters that I can breed. for example, giant rats and cave crawlers. Ill be separating the babies from their mothers at birth to make it easy to train them. currently food and drink are not much of an issue. we will see, we will see.
beh. managed to use up most of the doors. also, I unpuased the game and the elves arrived. what "point 11" lever do?