BEWARE YE WHO READ THIS DAIRY DIARY!Day the first:My ascent to power is complete! Now I rule all of the settlement of Slotor. Next, the WORLD!
I immediately sent a scout to the north to track down a party of laborers driven north. Upon arriving, my scout discovered that they meant to travel to the enemy clan of Tumach. Clearly, I must first secure the wild clan to the north.
My scouts to the south report an expanse of ash and volcanic rock. Truly a lovely place; I will send settlers to make it ours soon.
What's this? My scouts report that a human named Teneb has settled to the north-east! Blast! We have no choice but to step carefully; from the first day we'll be immediate neighbors to musket-making humans!
I've sent him a message of peace and brotherhood which hopefully he will swallow. I need to be able to focus my forces on the factional goblins to the northwest.
I traveled to the south-eastern extent of my domain, just north of the river, to see if there are any threats in the region. As it seems safe enough, I'll head north again to gather my forces for a proper assault on Tumach. THEY WILL RUE THE DAY THEY FAILED TO ACCEPT MY LEADERSHIP.
For now, however, I'm going to summon up some wisps to keep my claw in the magic game.
Day the second:My spell completed, I sent some wisps south to investigate my neighbors to the south-east. They immediately discovered a hideous elfling village! Some Alisha creature jabbered and gaped at me! The horrific figure is ineffable; I will await its first move before I commit to action. I ride north instead, to bring the fight to the scion clan.
Along the way, I receive news; Teneb has accepted my empty gesture; Good. More good news: a hero has joined my cause: the ork Dargal the Infamous, who claims to be a dreadnought inventor. Perhaps he's invented a larger-calibrate rock than those his oafish brothers normally use. No matter; he can ride a horse and swing a sword, so he'll be a fine general.
On the march, I meet up with my bug cavalry, and I prepare to summon a hell hound or two to reinforce our numbers. The Tumach clan will suuufffeeerrrr!!!!
Damn and blast! late reports from a wolf scout reveal a necromancer cult to the south, raving cat-folk in a town called- apparently- Meow, and that he has also met the person of Alisha and its horrifying visage. I only hope the Meowians will fall to my side.
Day the third:I have finally closed with the Tumach Clan; By this time tomorrow, we'll have them crushed. More alarming, Alisha has remorselessly crushed the Meowians.
However, there is hope. I have made contact with a separatist group of high elves north of Alisha; perhaps, if I can survive their stench, I can ally with them against her.
The news of her movements close to us to the south is alarming. I must prepare to guard the southern reaches, although we are at least partially protected by a river.
Day the fourth:My research with phantasmal warriors has borne fruit after only a day! Huzzah! It will take more time yet to put the spell into practice, of course... More importantly, It is time to ride into battle against the traitors of Tumach! I will pen the results of the battle shortly...
MUHAHAHAA! My warriors are peerless! We crushed them with no irreplaceable losses. Only a few unpromising apprentices. As much as it would please me to plunder or raze the traitors, my only option is to absorb the city to my empire now. There is no time for reconstruction, only barely enough to set up a true chain of command. Four days!? Pagh! in that time I could conjure and conquer the world with my bare hands!
Rather than wait here all afternoon, I will head north to clear some wildlife away from a useful mana node.
Hmm... more backbone in these critters, but not much. They ate a squadron of untouchables in the fight before we could put them down.
News from my scouts: Ugh... bald uppity humans! Their preachers insult me with their malicious insults. No matter; I have bigger problems right now. The High Elves were less disgusting!
A few more days, and I'll have them working for me too... unless Alisha goes cannibalistic. I mean, I'm cannibalistic, but that's because goblins understand that just because your neighbor's dead doesn't mean they aren't good protein. High elves are normally too sentimental. Anyway, enough fun out here hunting air elementals; time to turn back and go back to Tumach's Folly and start executing the traitors.
Oh, who am I kidding, that's fun too.
Day the fifth:Well at least Tumacs make a nice breakfast. Let's see now, a message from Teneb... An alliance? 300 gold? Curious... what does he really want? Why not. A few bars of gold will go a long way to building up my armies against the ravenous High Elves of Alisha.
Today I will spend simply traveling south again. I must have a road built to speed travel, this is troublesome.
BLAST! I sent half of my apprentices, the stupid ork, and two divisions of goblin fighters to handle a mere clan of undead to the south. There should have been no trouble at all, but somehow the ork managed to get killed. Well I'm not going to bother trying to resurrect him. Bah, now I'll have to go deal with this myself.
Day the sixth:BEHOLD! I have brought the planets into alignment! This was definitely due to my actions!
However, my powers are clearly limited by my ability to withstand the horrid appearance of these horrific high elves! Now this Allora being has made itself known and it is all I can do to keep from gagging. Where are those fine goblin women with their features so pleasingly asymmetrical, their hair nicely patched instead of this sickly even coat? These high elves don't even have proper scabs!
Also, I may have misjudged as to who is most likely to turn cannibalistic.
And now they're allied! Bah.
The good news is that I may be able to claim the fellowship of these neutral elves in the center. But what is this?
Apparently I am slightly good? SLIGHTLY GOOD? I AM A TOWERING PARAGON OF GOOD! AND I WILL DEVOUR THE BOWELS OF ANYONE WHO DISAGREES!
Now, I'm off to the east to trick these damn high elves into allying with me. Hopefully I can conjure up some proper warriors along the way.