Despite being nearsighted, the King was very much aware of what had been going on in Breadbowl, and he was
over this entire strawberry business. Still, the fortress prospered because of it, and that is all that mattered, so for this one time he will overlook this discretion.
With his crowd adverse ways, he depended upon his appointed high council to deliver his verdicts and administer the fortress in his stead, while he worked behind the scenes. Of these, his herald, Fath was a great mouthpiece, but not much good for anything else. His wife was smart, well spoken and pragmatic. His appointed Viscountess Bim had a way with words and was good with people, as was the Viscount, Zulban, a well organized fellow that he trusted to keep things in order. Then there was his personal advisor, a stout fellow and very good at predictions, though she was
hairier than normal for a dwarf plus he did not trust a worshiper of
Rurast Mirrormystery. Still a worshipper of
Rurast was better than a worshiper of
Abir or worse still,
Vucar Freeskies.
Meanwhile, there were also the
"nobles" of Breadbowl to consider. It wasn't too terribly long ago when he exiled them to that little spot near the Hill of Death for being a useless burden upon dwarf kind. Well they didn't die, and they were less useless than before. Indeed they prospered for a farming community, but that didn't count for much in his book.
Obviously circumstances have changed, else he would never have had to set foot here. The regions surrounding the mountainhome were getting besieged by goblins so it was unwise to stay for much longer. It was better to relocate the capital while they still could. It was only a matter of time before it all went to hell.
The
"nobles" of Breadbowl were still under-performing by his expectations, but that would be largely inconsequential now that Breadbowl became the capital. He was a farmer before he became the King, and he would put that knowledge to good use here.
Curse these dimwits! Curse the goblins!
Stukos Selltomb, the son of
Crazyblades delighted himself by wandering about with nary a care in the world. These days, he was particularly taken with the skillful contrivances of the community, and he had been going about admiring the skilled handiwork of Breadbowl's masons. He had come across some particularly
fine constructed wells the other day, which he thought to be just
sublime. He had taken a peek at the
said to house the reclusive King. It was just
splendid, adorned with a rose gold gate and a black bronze bridge laying across a moat. And now here he was admiring
when-
Zuglarkun waved frantically as Stukos admired the fine craftsdwarfship that went into making this marvel of dwarven artifice.
"Wow a talking cage!" exclaimed Stukos.
"Hey hey! Got your attention now? Be a good lad and bring me some food will you? I'm starving and I haven't had a bite to eat.""My mommy told me not to talk to inanimate objects." Stukos protested, backing away slowly.
"But I'm not an inanimate object! Look! I'm a proper dwarf!""Sorry Mommy told me that I'm a big boy now, so I musn't talk to inanimate objects anymore." Said Stukos as he wandered off in search of more marvels.
"Hey come back!"*Zuglarkun's stomach rumbles*"Damn it!"
Bim Salvenobles was pleased with
she had recently. Still, something just wasn't right, there was a
Her sixth sense was tingling, there was something foul afoot, but she couldn't quite put her thumb on it. No matter, she would consult with the wise advisor to the King whom she had heard was an
oracle of some sort. It was she that had tipped off the guards to Zuglarkun's crimes and had the former Viceroy arrested for breaking the law. She sensed that something was off and surely the advisor would be able to get to the bottom of it.
Report of the Viscountess, Bim salvenobles5th Moonstone 243The throne room smelled of incense or some other
odd fragrance. I keep getting the feeling that I'm being
watched as I looked around, but there wasn't anyone about, except
that was lounging about the King's throne room. Someone ought to get that thing pastured.
7th Moonstone 243Litast, creator of
Atorerush has been bestowed with the honor of extracting
Though the kingdom is teetering due to the assault from all sides by the goblins, it is my hope that we can use this adamantine to craft something to defend ourselves with. As the main supply center for the Kingdom's food needs, I fear the worst should Breadbowl ever fall. We must remain vigilant.
I returned to my office later in the day and found a letter has arrived addressed to me. Most mysterious.
As I unsealed it, I recognized
it was unmistakably from the King's personal advisor.
She has noted that recently a large bird shaped thing was seen flying over the new noble quarters, casting an ominous shadow on the noble tower. The advisor fears that it is an ill omen, and has taken it as a sign that death shall befall one of the nobles soon. In particular, he mentions to keep an eye on worshippers of
Vucar Freeskies.
This does not seem good at all.
10th Moonstone 243Quasar has finally extricated herself from all the complaints and issued another
She must have been shut in for quite some time, doesn't she know we are already mass producing bone bolts? Or perhaps that is not enough for her?
have been ordered to the caverns to remove the offensive corpses littering the underground.
Also, the King demands cut crystal gem windows in his abode. The jewelers are busy trying to meet these demands. Thankfully we have secured a cache of rock crystal in the magma layers near the adamantine deposits.
15th Moonstone 243Rakust Isakdodok has been neglecting his duties and acting most suspicious lately, I suspect something is up. Could he be a worshipper of Vucar Freeskies?
16th Moonstone 243I've sent some dwarves to keep an eye on Rakust's suspicious behavoir, they report that Rakust has claimed a metalsmith's forge and is busy gathering materials. But materials for what? I must get to the bottom of this!
13th Opal 243Reports have come in that Rakust has emerged from the metalsmith's forge with some kind of weapon in hand. I knew it!
I'll have commander Taupe detain fellow and confiscate the weapon! Mark my words, nothing will get by on my watch!
Tonnot has been adopted into the household of
Dastot Ingishibel. Or is it the other way around? You can never really tell with those cunning felines. Next thing you know they'll be trying to oust the mayor or something.
16th Opal 243
"You mean this?"
"Not that one. That one."
"Just another of those forgotten beasts we have gathering in the basement?"
Meanwhile..."Hey you there with the smashed right hand! What's your name?""I'm MoonyTheHuman.""Human? But your a- Ah, no matter. Your a mechanic right? Could you free me from this cage MoonyTheHuman?" anyway.""Damn it! Can you bring me some food and drink at least?""..."19th Opal 243Techno has bestowed the name Kironfeb - The Holy Arrow upon his olive wood shield. That's not an arrow Techno!
21st Opal 243The weather has cleared. Hah finally! I was getting sick of all this rain. With the aid of our magma hauling team and our Duke Gwolfski whom had been constructing several masterpiece forges with his masonry knowledge, another smelter has been set up. We can now move on to the final phase of the forges, only two more forges are left to be filled. Reports have come in that the lead foundation of the noble tower is completed, we can now fill the moat with water from the nearby ocean.
It seems he is experiencing some trouble adjusting to normal life after his stint on the little house on the prairie.
26th Opal 243Angus bestows a name of
Isholthocit -
The Frigid Spike upon an exceptional iron battle axe. What's with all the odd naming conventions? Don't these folks know an spear from an axe or an arrow from a shield?
17th Obsidian 243Sodel has named his axe Limarugosh - the wealthy hollows, finally a proper descriptive name!
In other reports, the refuse dumping in the caverns was interrupted by an errant reacher that had been accosting our fair citizens. Thankfully no one was harmed, and
Tobul of the medical staff has been dispatched to recover the wounded.
22nd Obsidian 243The high council is proud to announce the drafting of Geshud and Solon, the King's personal guards into the military forces. Imic the hammerer will join them as well. Ast Virgindiamonds of the King's personal guards has been promoted to the Captain of the guard, and Fath our outpost liaison and now broker shall join Ast in the squad as well.
The last of the clear glass ceiling tiles have been constructed over the roof of the farms.
28th Obsidian 243The gold sarcophagus of the King has been installed, and the floor decorations denoting Breadbowl have also been completed.
The bread crust is made of copper and the bread is made of quartzite, whilst the bowl is made of microcline. Hmmm, copper bread? Reminds me of a certain Brassroast fella I've seen around these parts (what an odd name). Still, much work remains to be done, the King is not satisfied with the tomb yet. I've ordered the engravers to smooth out every area of the tomb.
1st Granite 244The King will be pleased to know that the next shipment going to the borderlands have been prepared. Already it outnumbers this years contributions. The high council has also deliberated on the next Viceroy to take over matters, they will be summoned soon.
As I made my way back, a cry of horror echoed from
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