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[Amperzand]

The time-seared goblin offhandedly trips Gwolfski as he endeavors to leave the room, laying him out in the doorway and planting a foot in his lower back to keep him stationary.

"For truth it is."

One of Murdoc's warrior-Foremen skirts around Gwolfski to get in the door.

"The Mountainhome gave us an entire battalion of raw recruits to arm by year's end and newplague is getting bad and the monster in the caverns is upset and they say the sky is..."

It takes a solid half hour, but you successfully manage to sift the morass of reports and babble into usable datapoints:

1: The Mountainhome has declared this fortress a part of the secondary defensive line in case of invasion and deployed the remainder of His Lordship's personal guard to defend it.

2: The Mountainhome has also ordered that this fortress equip, train, and provide officers for a full thousand-dwarf battalion fresh from the heart-peaks and new to sunlight by the end of the year six months hence.

3: A disease of some sort has begun to cause problems among the populace, and the symptoms given sound worryingly like rad-exposure.

4: The new Hydroelectric Dam is working beautifully and with the rapid development of less inefficient lights, almost the entire fortress has been supplied with clean, bright illumination with power to spare for more esoteric projects.

5: The local mechanics have declared currently extant firearms unsafe for large scale use, unfit for large scale production, and unnecessarily crude.

6: Black powder manufacture is finally taking off in bulk, with expected production of half a ton a week for the time being.

7: The vast convoy of caravans sent from the Mountainhome with this untrained battalion brought amazing quantities of the many esoteric ingredients and materials requested by your own negotiators and the Mountainhome technical observers living among you, leaving you far better supplied for rapid technological upheaval than expected.

8: The various locals who have directly learned from the Homelanders have begun to form a sort of ad-hoc political organization dedicated to supporting your supposedly-miraculous capabilities.

These situations will all need to be handled by the Homelanders and their agents.

[Gwolfski]

"Hey!" *grumbling* "... All right, I'll get to improving some designs... can I go now, please?"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Oh dear."

Absolute definitive first goal, figure out the flaws in containment and get magic in place to stop the leakage, because what we've got just ain't cutting it right now.  Organize the construction of more mana converters.

Spark will talk to the Skalewyrm.

Tell the local engineers that if they think they can do guns better they should, if I have the time.

[Amperzand]

As Patham sets out for the radioactive containment chamber, Spark arrives from out of a side corridor to alight on his head. It informs him that the issue does not appear to be with that containment zone. There are no detected leaks, and the chamber itself is in a rarely used section of the fortress, where its emissions don't cause harm. Two expeditions during the Homelanders' unexplained sleep confirm that the fortress vicinity does remain contaminated to at least three hours walking distance, albeit at a low concentration.

The Skalewyrm has already been asked for information regarding its displeasure. Evidently sharing its territory with an army does not mix well with whatever the strangeness was that triggered your unusual mass-narcolepsy.

As for the local engineers, one of them manages to corner you for a discussion and begins explaining the various problems and advancements his colleagues have made in concert with notes and assistance from the Homelanders who specialize in that field. You could spend some time convincing him to explain more slowly if you want more specific information.

[Gwolfski]

Gwolfski makes his way to his old hut in the caverns, book under his arm.


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As Gwolfski enters the cavern, he is surrounded by the bustle of a military encampment. To the side of the commotion, the old shack stands, overgrown with cave moss. As he approaches, he smells the faint smell of a strawberry, barely surviving under the glare of an arc lamp. As he enters the hut, the door squeaks on its hinges. As the engineer looks around at all the machinery, he sees how much it could be improved. He sits in his worn out chair. We're gonna have tanks. And so, he sits down to work once again, sipping strawberry wine from a bottle hidden under the desk. Oh yeah, baby.

((feel free to edit this or discard it completely, introduce a delay etc.))

[Amperzand]

{Outside of combat, travel times significantly under a day should cause no delay on your part, although your actions at the other end might take place after others.}

As Gwolfski makes his way to the cavern stairwell, one of the Mountainhome observers catches up to him.

"If you need some part of that Artifact's contents for your work, you are permitted to copy it down, but the object itself is the property of the Mountainhome and must be stored securely. The local library already has a secure chamber, it will be stored in this fortress and you will be permitted access to it at any time."

The dwarf in his simple, dark clothing carefully removes the book from your grasp and wraps it in a soft cloth.

As Patham continues toward the containment chamber, he notices that the floors have again been somewhat coated with the contaminated ashen mud from outside. Of course! An army walked through the fortress, it is no longer clean, and they must have spent a long time walking over contaminated ground to get here.

[Gwolfski]

"Fine. I have no need for it, as my memory glows bright with its contents. When the memories fade, it shall be time for me to study this great tome. Oh, and do be careful, it's the only autographed copy."

With his usual slightly unhinged manner, Gwolfski continues to do what he intended to do.

[Amperzand]

The tome ENGINES has been stored in the Library. Its contents have the potential to revolutionize technology, and are presently open to anyone who demonstrates literacy.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Oh for..."

Decontaminate the Royal Guard and the areas they have been ASAP.

Set up.  Proper.  Entrance.  Decontamination.  Procedures.  As in literally you cannot get inside without going through the decontamination process.

[chaotic skies]

Get up, grab something to eat and drink, start looking into the political organization formed around us, who they are and how large they number.

[TheBiggerFish]

Get up, grab something to eat and drink, start looking into the political organization formed around us, who they are and how large they number.

Ditto.

[Chevaleresse]

Help set up decon. Consider our available materials; is it possible to set up aluminum processing?

[Gwolfski]

{now we have to make guns for the army, can we have good steel~?}

[Amperzand]

{I am actively writing an update, but it's a bit of an infodump, which means it's both slower and less fun to type out. To answer your metallurgical questions, you do now have the capability to make aluminum to some extent. You have made some advancements in steel, but it's hardly perfect.}

[Amperzand]

Wow, so uh, the posting system is bork as fuck ATM