Chapter I: The Beginning
Inaugural Address of CorleyDwarves of Steelhold, what you are part of today is truly an historical event that will be remembered by our children's children. Today, our homeland now has an official charter -- signed and approved by all the members of our council -- guaranteeing every dwarf his basic rights. No single leader can revoke this charter, either in part or in whole without the full consent of the council. Therefore, the people need no longer fear the tyrant; the tyrant must fear the people!
Nevertheless, I must remind the members of this congregation that not everyone with acknowledge this charter. The government of our very kingdom sees us only as a penal colony, and -- due to Emdief's outburst during the last inspection -- a potential enemy to the state. During the next inspection, we will be given a choice between fighting for independence or reverting to our initial status as prisoners; I say that we will do neither! As a territory in the queen's dominion, I say that we must truly become a great fortress in the eyes of the nobility. Through sheer devotion to the queen -- who gave us our home in these southern lands -- we will overcome all obstacles, and one day we may become an independent fortress peacefully.
Thus, I close in saying that although we may be stuck in a prison, we
will one day become a fortress that the queen herself will envy.
The Steelhold MintCorley took a small handful of the gold coins in his palm. They glistened in the warm light of the magma, allowing him to clearly see the detail of the engravings put into their design. Despite its value, gold is a rather useless metal -- only good for decoration. In order to properly compliment the queen, Corley ordered the fort's excess gold to be made into coins, which in their engravings honored the kingdom and its queen.
He let the coins fall back into the pile and lighted his cigarette. Many more would have to be produced in order to achieve the desired goal, but by the end of the year the queen's bank account would certainly see a great rise.
The TrenchesThe miners began to sweat profusely. The hot desert sun burned their skin and their wills, and they let their picks trudge through the sand with them. When they reached the spot, they -- as according to their orders -- removed the roadway from the area, and began to dig a great trench into the sand.
Nobody truly knew from whom the orders came, but it is not the Dwarven way to refuse work. To the average miner, what mattered more than anything was the booze waiting in the dining halls.
Just a small preview of what is to come. I currently have one major priority: update the main post.