Bim wiped the sweat from her brow and straightened up, ignoring the loud and painful pops as her spine returned to an unaccustomed upright position.
The forge had been going nonstop since she'd worked her way to the head of the Metalworking Guild so many years ago. Since then her meddling in the day-to-day had dwindled, and her antagonization of Hawkblockades had come to a virtual standstill. She had swords to forge, shields to weld, and helms to mend. There was something that always needed to get done, and that left her without time to manage the Guild or sit in on the Chamber of Commerce, or really do anything beyond sit in the Hammer and Cock and smith.
She stood and - in need of some fresh air - made her way out of her humble little shop. It wasn't anything like she thought it'd be; at this point in her life, she'd assumed she'd be sitting in a shop filled with valuable works of art, with finely crafted walls of stone that stood out from the rest of the city, with dozens of employees working under her. She pushed the door open and spat bitterly at the ground.
She was starting to hate this place.
The first thing she noticed as she made her way to the Plum was nearly a hundred childen rushing past her in a ramshackle group of sun-crazed dwarves. She stood to the side and watched as they splashed through the river and disappeared from sight behind the Plum.
This city should be one of industry, not...not a day care center!!!
Frustration that had been pent up started to boil over. Thankfully, the Plum was next door, and she didn't have to wait long for a mug of plum wine. She sat at the table and stewed for a few minutes, going over what all was wrong. Wrong with Nevertaxed. Wrong with her shop. Wrong with
everything. She took a sip and mulled over a few ideas.
There was another forge down the street, she knew, operating under a metalsmithing license. One of the most problematic parts of her own business was hauling the raw ore up from the mine and to her shop. And the worst part, the absolute worst part, was how decentralized everything was. The city had sprawled, with no regard for efficiency. The barracks, understaffed and underfunded for a city with no walls, was far to the southwest. Houses were spaced out with three tiles between each one. Who ever heard of a city with roads that went around every house?! So much wasted space, and the homelessness problem grew worse with every migrant wave.
A few ideas began to trickle in as she ponder these problems. She could fix this. She was a Founder, and the head of a Guild, and a seat on the Chamber of Commerce no less! She'd let so much power sit idly by as she worked these past few years, and it was about time she started using it. If the past overseers wanted to let the city slide into a sprawling mess, that was fine. But she would be
different.
Some images for the start of my reign:
Here's the center of the city, with everyone standing out and around in the open for some reason.
205 dwarves...god damn, I've never gone above 80. And 83 are children! Ugh...
I get about 5 frames per second. This...this is unbearable. This is absolutely awful.
What I want to do:I'm looking for "permission" to consolidate some of the houses into blocks, now that our village has grown big enough to warrant it.
I also want to sell my forge and renovate it as a barracks, to house more soldiers since we are critically understaffed in that respect.
I want to build a newer, bigger, better forge south, close to Hawkblockades mansion, complete with a wood furnace, another forge, smelter, and housing for the other metal-workers in the city.
Oh, and I also wanna renovate the Plum to be a bigger inn, and to house more dwarves. Maybe make it multi-level?
I drew a sketch of the Cock and Hammer. I won't be finishing it, so I'll just leave it here.