The Old One's Reign
"I AM REBORN! From the belly of the universe I come again to fight against ignorance and what would have us chained and stripped of any notion of freedom.
NO! That ends from this day on."
I look at the arrogant wretch spread bellow me. TheFlame52, Flame of Necrothreat they call him. I call him fool. A fool that would replace on enemy with the next. We, on the brink of annihilation, thanks to this man and all before him. I came to the decision that without my hand in guidance directly this fort would prosper, but I see those were just idle fantasies.
The determined eyes of the man called the Flame gaze into mine. Contact does not break, fury seeps through me. The forumites behind him begin to cower but he does not break his sight. I open my mouth and a booming voice comes out
"Your job is done here, leader of the destroyers."
He closes his eyes and turns away, not a word from him. In the other rooms banshees and other fiendish beings can be heard screeching against the sudden voice that drowned the fort.
Obsidian 21st, 132First thing's first. What is with the layout of this place? Get rid of all the stockpiles, except the ones in the workshops and create a centralized stockpile place. Yes! Start hauling you louts! And why am I sleeping with you in bed? Not enough wood for beds you say? Eh, I suppose that's a good reason. Also what's with the gaping hole in the middle of the top stockpile room? Patch it up right away. No idleness in my fortress. Come on, get to it, IronTomato! Your family ain't gonna move itself.
I have brought back Highmax28 as the gamer captain in a squad of crossbowmen. Knowledge fills in his eyes and he nods to me knowingly. He went immediately to target practice to test out his newly acquired skills.
An immediate order of making wheelbarrows for all the hauling has been issued. Seeds have begin being put down for the next time we need food
Obsidian 26th, 132The scream of children! Who brought them here?! I'll have his head for dooming them to this infernal hell.
28th of ObsidianIt would seem that the Flame of Necrothreat does have some skill. He seems eager to follow my orders quickly. It's the least he can do for this hell.
1st of GraniteSpring has arrived. I have returned NAV among our ranks. He is now in Highmax28's squad as a fellow crossbowman. It is just like his old self, drinking and shooting. We smile at each other and promise future success. I have told them not to tell the truth to the others, to avoid panic spreading at my powers.
I might not have mentioned it, but I am in Highmax28's squad of crossbowmen. I do not want to send unwitting victim to their deaths so soon after coming. I have exempted Flame III from hauling duty as he has more important things to do in my name.
4th of GraniteI faced the leaders of the Elves in the cages from which they were trapped. They dared me. They called me things. Apparently in their lore I am a big monster and they taunted me with it, without knowing who I am. They do now. Their leader is dead. I released one and sent him to the others. I do not know if he survived. One thing I know is that
The siege is broken.Our multitude of undead enemies are still at our gates though.
Bed time has been rationed. We no longer sleep together. Maybe in the same bed, but not at the same time.
6th of GraniteIt has happened again. Flame III has created another masterpiece in my grand plan. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought.
11th of GraniteI stood before the avatar of death. He looked at me and cackled.
I waved my hand, and lo, he was gone. The Necrothreader and a large chunk of his forces are gone. Only a small remnant sit. The fiends from the underground still roam parts of the fortress. If only it wasn't for that meddling flame. A trade Depot has been issued to be built.
On the other hand he did it again.
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