Well, back in command. Firephoenix has collapsed under the pressure of keeping up with the amulet mandates and resigned himself to dragging them around the fort.
In his place I've been appointed temporary overseer for my military background. I'm taking a drink in the barracks when I receive the news.
In all honesty, I'm... a little lost. When I was first made Overseer of Pocketball, undead were clawing at the gates. It was obvious what the focus of my rule would be. But Goldsilver is much more peaceful.
Sure the infernape problem is a bother, and we lost four of our best to a weretreecko to a gorgeous rear. But compared to the carnage that my terms as Overseer of Pocketball were marked with, it's been relatively calm.
Still, it pays to be vigilant, so perhaps a military junta is the best decision. After all, I've heard from the traders that this continent is dominated by goblins - a sobering thought. And I hate sobriety.
If the demons managed to get here, their armies would swell into an unstoppable force. Thankfully, there's been no sign of them yet - nothing but cute pokemon and a mighty forest.
Although that one tree does look a little... off?
FUCK
I hope that Cyndaquil didn't belong to anybody, because no Pokemon Center can fix this. The beast has vanished back into the trees, but I've gotten the mechanics setting up a great number of new cage traps. Hopefully I'll come out of this with a fancy new treebeast!
Besides this trapbuilding spree, I rework the military's uniforms a bit and start working the large amount of silk and leather we've accumulated. Armor, cloaks, and bags are produced - the bags being especially important, as it allows us to get our glassmaking industry going and put some of those countless querns to use making us dye.
I run across Zefermcdwarfpants down in the caverns, which is a pleasant surprise. Haven't seen him in ages!
It's good to have a familiar face about. One of the newcomers is acting very strangely...
Hey, stop that ya bum! Get back to building stone blocks! Hands off the copper! Guards!
Nopal manages to catch me before I arrest Bearskie and explains to me the concept of a Strange Mood. Apparently I had one myself two years back. Well, whatever. We've got plenty of Mason's workshops and maybe Bearskie will make something really cool! Not as cool as my stone amulet with no decorations or pictures but cool nonetheless.
As we have a fair amount of food but little alcohol or rope-grade plant fiber, I order some of the layabouts outside to pikipek of pickled peppers and whatever else they find. They come back complaining of barbed plants covered in slivers.
I send them back out to pick more in the name of science. Such a nasty plant should surely make some top-notch booze. I also order more trees clearcut for the wood furnaces so we can get the smelters running again - should help flush out that Sudowoodo too.
In the midst of this floral genocide the elves arrive with a trading caravan, headed by their human diplomat as usual. I pour him a gutter cruor (he chokes on it) and inspect the wares the elves have brought us.
In a surprising turn of events, they brought us a really awesome collection of pokemon! I'll probably be buying all of these, if any of you guys want to lay a claim to one of the pokemon here you're welcome to.
And here's a more complete list of the pokemon already in the fort:
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