From the Diary of Zaerosz Craftdaggers
Entry dated Granite 3rdTwo days ago, at the turn of the year, I was appointed overseer of this place. Why, I cannot fathom, particularly since I was leading a demonstration for the other soldiers at the time. Or rather, the only other soldier in my squad. I think I might need to spend some time fixing our military this year.
Appointing my squadmate Vabôk Paddledhandles as my personal aide I spent the last couple of days learning about the fort...
"You know..." Zaerosz began, staring at the mountain of corpses with more than a little revulsion, "I feel like even though I've been here for six years, I've never actually figured out why we haven't dealt with things like this yet."
Vabôk just gently guided her away. "Overseers around here tend to be... a little less than productive," she sighed.
"And whose bloody idea was it to make a dining room with open access to the surface?" Zaerosz waved a hand in the general direction of The Spider. "Gods know that's caused more than its share of deaths around here."
"One of those FallenAngel blokes, if I recall, miss."
"Tell the masons to build a raising bridge in the entryway, it needs to be sealed off."
"Yes, miss."
"Oh, that's just inefficient."
"You come from a farming family, miss?"
Zaerosz shrugged. "I was always more interested in animals than plants, but yes. What we should be doing here," she said, quickly jotting something down, "is splitting those two large plots into four smaller ones each. I can't say I see the need for
that many plump helmets..." She trailed off, staring at the ceiling.
Vabôk just raised an eyebrow and waited for her brain to come back down to earth.
"You know, Vabôk, if we took care of that corpse pile on the surface, we could easily turn one of these spaces into a surface crop farm. Oh, and tell the miners to clear out a space behind the smaller plots over there, we need a dedicated seed storage on the farm level."
"Alright, what've we got on this floor?"
Vabôk checked her clipboard -
when did she pick that up? Zaerosz wondered - and frowned. "Well, that hole over there is from illuminating the spot on the next floor down, for growing surface plants, and... the rest of this floor is just a finished goods stockpile."
"...but it's tiny. Not even half the room."
Vabôk shrugged.
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere. What have we got here?"
"Well, to the west of the staircase we have the classroom and library, as well as the dining hall and food stockpile. South of the food pile there's the kitchens. Down the eastern corridor we have some workshops, and at the first right turn we have the hall down to the forges--"
Zaerosz held out a hand, and her aide paused. "Okay, why do we have both charcoal forges AND magma forges?"
"No idea, miss, but may I continue?"
The new overseer sighed. "Yes, go ahead."
"And in the far southeast corner is the bar stockpile. Just north of that is the arena, which can be flooded with magma at a moment's notice."
"What."
"Apparently it's some sort of laboratory, belonging to a deceased member of the fortress."
"Is that what all the writhing corpses are for?"
"The lab is apparently for, and I quote, 'removing body parts from goblins, fusion of body parts and animals togather'."
"...What."
"On this floor we have the hospital, which someone is requesting an expansion for, as well as additional supplies."
"Noted. I'll try to get it done. Anything else of note?"
"No, mostly stockpiles. The treasury is the farthest door on the left down that hallway, though."
Neither Zaerosz nor Vabôk needed any explanation as to what this floor was for. They were well familiar with both its functions.
"And down here are the mine shafts."
"I'll have to get the miners back in here once that seed stockpile is set up. Anything else I need to know about?"
"There are some bedrooms further down, and a forgotten beast has appeared in the caverns, but other than that, nothing overly important."
"I see. Right then, first order of business: consolidating our military."
Is my baby alive and is my hybrid alive too, since I got blasted with fire.
Both Danman and the baby are perfectly healthy.
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