Part 1: Nine Temples Birth“All your ridiculous, pitiful antics won't change a thing. You and I, we're the same, we're puppets in the same sick play. We serve the same master, he's a lunatic, he's ungrateful and there's nothing we can do about it. You and I are the same.” -- some drunkard during a siege.
Early summer, 252It is no surprise that we are holed up in a log house, with these elf-kin materials separating us, the living, from the abominations outside. The last report was twenty six zombies lay siege to our peaceful farm, and nine flying albatross corpses roam the skies. The chaos erupting outside can he beard through the thin walls as the zombie archers start shooting the flying corpses.
The human diplomat managed to come in our wooden succor, but he is staying quiet by a sandy loam slope near an aquifer hole.
I give in the call of duty and assert to manage the affairs of our hamlet, Breakfastpit. Our population is down to twenty-two souls with morale on a steep decline. If there is ever a time to step up and be a dwarf, this is my time.
First, I declared to forbid everything outside, no one is allowed to go out or enter until we have a secure entrance. This includes forbidding everything the dead drops including their used socks and corpse retrieval. No one objects, or rather, no one seem to listen.
Next, remove the general clutter stockpile. We do not need to haul funitures, gems, finished goods, leather or cloth right now.
In terms of division of labor, our population of 22, less 5 not available for labor, leaves 17 dwarfs.
Every able citizen should be trained with some initial martial discipline at some point.
Five existing military are in 2 squads, and should have a chance to continue weapons training later, but also work towards food production.
Seven citizens have at least Miner skills, hopefully have picks equipped.
After conferring with Zan the Sworder, militia commander, the squads are re-organized:
Squad: Bootcamp. Recruit Uniform: mail shirt, helm. Active training.
Zan the Sworder, militia commander. He will teach the recruits the basics of fighting and discipline with:
Kametec Housen.
Noloc, The Translator.
Auze, Scholar Auze.
#20 Sibrek, m91.
Axe Squad is captained by Hydrangea, inactive training.
Mace Squad is captained by your truly, Ace, Ace of Mace, inactive training.
Sword Squad is inactive.
Spear Squad is captained by #6 Sibrek f23, inactive training.
Hammer Squad is inactive.
Three other squads place holders, no uniform, inactive.
The Miner Squad, no uniform, inactive.
Captained by #12. Limul, f15 with:
Akko, Doctor Akko
#11. Kogan, f87
#16. Zefon, f101
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"Let’s get to work!" My predecessor has dug and reach stone in a prior excavation, but the entry point is outside. We need to examine the areas around the excavation and see how we can connect the long house to there. We need temporary workshops. So, we will dig down to explore out option.
The workshops will be in z97. Uh… a child, Ushrir, is in a strange mood claims a craftsdwarf workshop as soon as it is built, and she mutters: rock, yarn cloths, and tanned hides. She took a rock, and a piece of yarn, but there aren’t any tanned hides available inside.
This does not bode well for our safety so Hydrangea, bless her heart, walled Ushrir in…
The dig site for the new entrance is progressing well, until one of the miners, Zefon, slips into depression.
“C’mon, we need to continue digging!”
The full moon came disturbed a cacophony of inhuman squeals and grunts behind a walled room where Moony is trapped behind.
“Let’s get those workshops up and running. And smooth these walls...”
An artisan-cringe-worthy sound of metal scraping obscenely against smooth stone halted the serenity of the moment as Miner Kogan begins is throwing a tantrum!
“Stay Calm. We will work on creating temples before the entrance. Peace be.”
Kogan went upstairs, who knows what she will do. I must focus on the temples establishments:
Brilliant Monastery (no particular diety)
The Molten Sanctuary (Dedicated to Ular) 8 worshippers, Fortresses, War, Death.
The Abbey of Painting (Dedicated to Onol Greenmined) 5 worshippers, Jewels.
The Sanctum of Boulders (Dedicated to Ok the Gold Copper) 12 worshippers, Mountains, Minerals, Metals, Fire, Volcano.
The Cathedral of Slings (Dedicated to Nomal) 8 worshippers, Wealth, Labor.
The Chapel of Plans (Dedicated to Stistras Prenantflossed) 6 worshippers, Art.
The Temple of Spires (Dedicated to Alod) 6 worshippers, Order, Duty, Healing.
The Whirling Monastery (Dedicated to Ulthush Devilmenaced) No worshipers, Depravity.
The Church of Adventures (Dedicated to Shesam Rightrenown) No worshipers, The Wind, Torture.
Mid-Summer, 252.
“Hi, I am Ace (age 16), Ace of Mace at your service. See here, I am officially the manager of this facility, you know to manage the work orders and perhaps some architectural details, and that comes with some perks. *wink*
“Hey babe, how ya doing? Want to come check out my office?”
The female miner Limul (age 15), captain of the Miner Squad, looks at Ace, knuckles gripping on a well used copper pick, poised menacingly as if to strike skull or stone.
“Okay, moving on…”
“Zefon, it’s okay to dabble in masonry. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Go ahead and finish the blocks you’re making.”
Zefon, miner, cancels construct mudstone blocks: too depressed.
A loud thunk, followed by a chunk of mudstone explodes into dust against the wall.
Kogan, is still throwing a tantrum. “Frack this. I’m miner not a mechanic. Where the frack is that lazy mechanic!”
“Umm, miss Kogan, our mechanic volunteered to engrave our new temples. You should be proud…”
The Sous Chef Imic who is being helpful by dabbling in masonry is interrupted.
Kogan storms off in a huff then kicks the mudstone block besides Imic, toppling the almost built mason workshop.
Imic cancels construct building: Job item lost or destroyed.
Voicebook is also in the middle of constructing another workshop, and it too was toppled.
“Excuse me, miss Kogan, but you really should not go down and bother the temple engravers...“
Mrs Aban, is rather plumpy and engraving the new temple when Kogan start throwing punches and charged!
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From Kogan’s point of view, she felt satisfaction in improving her fighting and striking skills at the expense of Mrs. Aban, mechanic.
Welcome baby Olin, born in the Nine Temples of Breakfast Pit. Enjoy the new entrance bridge, please don’t fall. And don’t mind your mom's blood smears in the corner.
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