"PEOPLE OF THE MOUNTAINHOMES! I, NORDINKEL, LEADER OF THE FAMOUS CITY, FOUNDER OF GLOVEDLOVED, WELCOME YOU TO THE MOUNTAIN OF KINGS!
You have come here to behold what is soon to become the greatest feat of dwarven Architecture and craftsdwarfship in the whole world - A place fit for the greatest of Kings!
You have come here for an opportunity to get a place in our mighty halls, to lead a life full of peace and true dedication to your trades!
The Mountain towering before you will provide for the wildest of your needs and dreams, hosting workshops and quarters, statue gardens and superior engineering, having you live the life worthy of a KING OF THE WHOLE WORLD!
Fellow pilgrims! Behind these closed doors awaits an own, monstrous and decadent bedroom, a dining room all for yourself, an own workshop for every single craftsdwarf! Enormous riches await in the depths of Glovedloved, waiting for you to come claim them for your own!
However, as we, the seven founders, have already done, you are to PROVE YOURSELVES WORTHY FOR KINGSHIP in order to step in our glorious halls and claim a place among us! Your harsh trek to this very valley that embraces Glovedloved has been but your first step towards greatness, and i trust in your great tenacity and dedication to rightfully accomplish what you are thriving for!
Not everyone will succeed in this harsh and tedious quest, as only the greatest and best dwarves are to call Glovedloved their Home.
However, The Famous City will give EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU the chance to work towards that noble goal, to fight and work and thrive and take your own destiny, your own future, into your own hands. In lies in your decisions, your dedication, your spirit of COMPETITION to earn this all for yourself!
Pilgrims to Glovedloved!
We will be watching every step you take, every feat you accomplish from now on, here from above the valley, from our thrones. You will be experiencing a cold harsh winter, you will be working under the rain, in stormy winds, under the bright light of the Sun.
BUT WHEN THE SNOW AND RIVER THAWS, when Spring makes its way back to Glovedloved, ONE OF YOU, NOT MORE, NOT LESS! - will be chosen to move into the halls. From hence forth, after EVERY SINGLE YEAR, only one of you gets to join the ranks of the GREATEST KINGS OF DWARVES!
People of Glovedloved.
Prove yourselves worthy. For now, your numbers are small.
BUT SOON, WORD WILL SPREAD among the Mountainhomes and more pilgrims will arriveon their quest to claim a place among the citizens of the Famous City.
YOU are the first to arrive, so your chances are great to see an end to your tedious journey by the End of this very year!
May Armok grant you strength."
I have no remote idea why and how i just did that. I think i just snapped out of reality for a second there.
Might this have been a twisted form of one of those "Moods" the caravans used to talk about all the time?
I really have no idea.
Fact is, the Migrants seem to have somewhat accepted what i just told them. I turned away the moment i had finished this Speech, so i didn't get to see their reactions. I was too afraid to get shot. I only hear one or two of the assholes shouting up the mountain. Dunno if its cheering, taunting, or threatening.
Honestly i don't actually care what those people think. I have my own problems now.
for example backing up the false promises i keep making towards everybody. We need a damn Metalwork industry, and we need it RIGHT NOW. If those peasants decide to plan on flocking my head sooner or later, i sure as hell don't want to be unarmed. When i die a horrible death i'm taking at least two of the assholes with me.
This place almost outside the mountain is our makeshift metalwork station for now. It was just faster to dig it out down in the soil layers instead of carving it into solid rock. After all, speed is what i want to accomplish right now. This whole thing could turn to shit in the matter of days.
For a moment i thought it was over. Over so soon.
Even before the metalworks got all set up, i saw a mass of the new people storming the Fort.
After a few minutes of being utterly terriefied and expecting the worst, i see the peasants diligently and motivatedly grabbing pieces of ore and carrying them to the soon-to-be metalwork area, cleaning out parts of the workshop area.
One could appreciate thededication of those people, however they INFRINGE THE FREAKING RULES RIGHT AFTER I TOLD THEM THE RULES.
For now though, i am actually glad for the help. Progress on the Establishment of the Mountain has been kind of slow with only seven dwarves to work on it, and none of the girls seem actually that motivated to get my "Save Nordinkel's Ass" - effort done quickly enough.
Also, it is just hauling. And as much as Tacomagic insists on taking harder measures, i only mildly remind those people to
GET THEIR FUCKING ASSES OUT OF THE FORTRESS BEFORE WE ALL DIE.
still, they insist on shouting consistently that they REALLY FREAKING WANT TO STORE THINGS in our stockpiles.
It is no rare sight as of late when some dwarf stands before the Gates of Glovedloved, camping out with a stupid barrel in their hands, demanding to be let in to give it to us.
It's all scheming, we began to suppose. They really want in. I mean, REALLY. Who do they think they are trying to fool here?
From now on, Glovedloved is CLOSED to peasants. No hauling, no storing, no BREATHING in the direction of the Mountain. Come to think of it, i don't even want those lunatics in here. They are all either stupid, scheming even more, or straight weird.
Also, i begin to like the initial idea of an elitist Fortress even more. Having to socialize with like 30 or 40 of them at the same time, and share some mediocre rooms with them, would be the same as back in the Mountainhomes. This is not what I'm here for.
What am i here for again?
Right. My own fucking libido brought me here.
Might as well make the best out of it.