Well, I'm back in charge, after a whale of a year. Things could be better - I was kicked off of my throne, nearly died in a firestorm, and to top if off there are demons running amok in my beautiful Gulpin tomb. And those ungrateful beggars killed my pet necromancer! Without him we have to train the old-fashioned way, and it's much harder to find an excuse to kill the annoying bards in the tavern.
Still, if anybody can right this mess, it's me - Paddywagon Man, rightful Baroness (through threats of violence) of Pocketball.
I start by taking stock of our situation.
Things seem a lot more stable than at the beginning of my first reign, demons or no. We've got plenty of food and booze, and the demons are contained for a moment. Still... I might need to do something about my equipment orders.
The last overseer ordered me to only wear adamantine armour. And I appreciate it, I really do - some unbreakable metal between me and those demons certainly couldn't hurt. But telling me to wear adamantine armour isn't the same as telling the rest of the militia to set some aside for me.
So I'm training mostly naked and covered in sweat. I can feel the other soldiers ogling me. For Armok's sake, this isn't dignified at all! Our famed military has turned into the cast of a low-budget porno!
I run off, a little embarrassed, to put on some copper armour while I wait for more adamantine to be smelted.
Still, while wardrobe malfunctions are one thing, the fight against the demons takes precedence. It's time to turn my efforts that way. I'm really quite impressed with my predecessor's handling of the demon invasion - we've got them fully contained and have taken back most of our lost territory. But I'm not content with containment - I want to make them bleed.
I locate the two best places to set an ambush and count our assets. We have five Galvantulas - by protecting them with fortifications, we can adequately cover both ambush points while still keeping a breeding pair back in case of disaster. I order digging and construction to commence, though it will likely be some time before the trap is sprung. To hurry things along I draft a good number of out-of-work dwarves as emergency mechanics.
The beginning of my second reign is heralded by an old friend coming by to visit.
Stungin! How ya doing?
The little dear has come by again to check up on us. I wish I spoke his language, so I could tell him about what a tumultuous year we've had. Because I know that, no matter what befalls the dwarves of Pocketball, Stungin will always be there to tell the world about our rise and fall.
Although, somewhat oddly, he seems to be covered in my blood. It's a little unnerving.
Stungin leaves as quickly as he came. I'll miss him, the adorable rascal.
Meanwhile on the dwarven smut network: Vixen Noblewomen of Pocketball!
At least I'm not naked anymore. This has been a very demeaning start to the year.
I decide that if I'm going to be overseeing the fortress, the ungrateful louts had better know it. I need a title! I go to Mayor Astesh to talk about having me re-instated as baroness.
He hums and hahs for a bit, explaining that appointments to the nobility are beyond his power as an elected official, and that because of a bookkeeping error I'm legally dead. It's clear I'm not going to get much out of Mayor Astesh. But running roughshod all over democracy is the mandate of nobility, is it not?
So look at me, Astesh.
I'm the mayor now.
(It isn't baroness but I'll take what I can get)
The next piece of excitement is the invasion of a forgotten beast into our caverns. A year ago this would have been momentous and terrifying. But now Siga Leto shares the caverns with creatures far more ancient and fearsome.
With a roar of challenge, a Flare Spectre named Spitfroth corners him and begins spitting flames.
The battle is one-sided, the Flare Spectre mercilessly burning and pummeling the Forgotten Beast until nothing remains but blood and ash.
This somewhat galvanizes my efforts to strike back against the demons. I angrily order the first of the two traps sprung.
An incompetent surgeon is sent to tear down the wall separating the demons from the centre of the fort. A Galvantula has been set up in a tiny fortress, traps all about. A door and drawbridge have been set up farther down the corridor to hold back the onrushing demons should the traps fail.
FirePhoenix11 himself pulls the lever to seal poor Asob in the trap corridor. The fortress, minus Asob, is safe. Now let's see how effective the traps are.
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Topic: The World of Dwarvemon - Succession Fortress of Pocketball (ENDED) (Read 64232 times)