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[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Clockwork minds and ratmen's mines.

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 15^th of Galena, 1069

Luke and Crispin stood among a pile of bones and blood, panting softly.  They held their weapons, battle-worn swords pulled from the armory loosely in opposite hands.  This was so Luke could hold Crispin's hand softly in his own, casting loving gazes at his wife. 

Crispin sheathed her sword and - first wiping her palm off on the front of her shirt - smoothed her tussled hair back.  With a content sigh, she said, "I hate admitting this, but Maggarg may have been right."
"Mm?  About what, lovely?" Luke said.
"About hitting them harder, you know, like in the skull."
"Maggard," Luke said with a grin, "Would most likely prefer smashing their heads in with a club before boiling whatever he finds within!"
"Oh, you!" she giggled. "That's too funny!  Quite a shame about Miss Shellpainted though, isn't it?"
"I suppose so.  As one of Aryn's elite, she should have been able to handle a simple herd of camels, though."
"You are right there.  Should we tell Hikan?"
"I don't see why, he'll find out soon enough. I do propose, though, that we find some dinner!"

From high atop the only standing southern gate tower, Szondi crouched low on the roof.  He dipped his head briefly, obscuring his face as he worked, and when he looked back up a new death mask was strapped into place, the old one tucked into a satchel at his side. 

"Hrrhn," he grunted low, to himself.  "She's back.  Killing soldiers now?  Worrying.  Must find Hikan, needs a warning.  Last of Aryn's guard left alive.  She must be found now."

He leapt from the roof, landing lightly upon the second floor landing.  He set off at a brisk pace, soft soled shoes quiet on the stonework as he dropped through the roof of the zoo, and vanished entirely from sight.

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Diary of Maggarg

Caught those two lovebirds giggling about something. Most likely about me again, not that it bothers me.
It does look like they're finally taking my advice and actually killing the Skamels though.

[Mad Larks]

<snip>

You can't see it, Glacies, but I am currently tenting my fingers, going "Excellent..."

Also, small note, his name was meant to be Korgan, not Kadol, but...really, its all okay.

[Jim Groovester]

The journal of Lieutenant Hikan Riddlewire, hidden in the wastes.
Entry for the week of 15th Galena, 1069.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit. Athel decided to get herself killed.

Vatek dropped by on my patrol route, I mean literally, he fell from one of the walls and pulled me outside of view, and delivered me a grim message. Psychopathic half-elf chick was back, and decided to murder Athel Shellpainted in the traditional way: an apparent Dread Camel attack. This makes me the last of Aryn's guard.

We've had a grim history, we members of Aryn's guard. We were laughed at for our incompetence, and we were never given respect as warriors. Several of us died back when Migrursut used to be attacked by dragons and collossi, but those dwarves were mostly idiots anyway. And then the camels and goblins slowly whittled away our numbers, leaving just me, Udib, and Athel. Well, now they're both gone.

I guess the spearwielder's curse extends to us as well.

I need to protect myself. Makrond, Istrath, and Vatek will be suddenly surprised by my willingness to play hero in their little group. I need bodies to hide behind.

I need to discuss this with Aryn. I can't guard his door and follow him around if I'm busy sniffing out his opposition, but if I guard his door and follow him around, then I can't sniff out his enemies. This is a decided advantage for the saboteurs of the fortress, being able to strike whenever they please.

I hope he has a solution, because the only one I've got is 'buy more bears'.

[Vulkan]

Just thought I'd pop in to say great story Heavy Flak!

I have been reading it slowly, page-by-page, for months now, truely an excellent piece of work. Finally managed to "catch up" just a few weeks ago.

Your style of writing, and particularly the terminology you use, seems very reminiscent of George R. R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire", even some of the characters seem at least in some way based off of them. I am not complaining, in fact I believe this is a good thing, seeing as how ASoIaF is probably my favourite series ever. I am however just surprised nobody else seems to have caught the "references". 

Regardless, excellent work and I look forward to reading this community fortress to the end!

Might it be too much to ask for another Dwarf, when the next wave of immigrants arrives?

The name can be Vulkan, and profession... umm... maybe a new fortress guard recruit? Weapon doesn't matter... but that is of course assuming the Guard ever gets revived. If he cannot be a fortress guard, I'll take a mason/engraver instead.

A couple weeks ago I actually thought of a little backstory for Erith the pervert, whilst bored at my cottage in a Sauna, I could post it if anyone likes. Maybe I could take him over too, instead of having my guard character, wouldn't need to change the name, I could just provide information from his... perspective, 

[Heavy Flak]

I am however just surprised nobody else seems to have caught the "references". 

Ding ding ding, we have a winner

A Song of Ice and Fire has been a real inspiration for me, because of how in-depth George R. R. Martin has made his world.  There are some annoyances (Catelyn, Sansa and Ygritte, especially), but it seems as if it's a novelized history of a real world.  They haven't been as blatant as some of my borrowings, but I've quietly and lovingly stolen bits and pieces for the entirety of my fortress.  I highly recommend anyone here who likes Fantasy, Gore, Cursing, Battles, Sex, Midgets, Songs, Sheer-badassery, and horrifying villians to RUN (don't walk) and pick up A Game of Thrones

End Paid Shill

Ahem, yeah, anyway.  Good job, Vulkan.  I'd be happy to add you to the list, or if you're interested in adopting Erith why not PM me the back story you were playing around with?  we can talk about it more there!

Edit: Holy crap, we pushed the 2000 replies mark! 

[sdp0et]

Edit: Holy crap, we pushed the 2000 replies mark! 

That's nothing.  Just the other day, Duke Bomrek was telling me about this thread he started in his youth that had so many replies, the admins had to delete other threads to cannibalize posts.

[moghopper]

Mind if I ask a question?

What are all those huge tunnel's under dodik's?

[Vulkan]

I am however just surprised nobody else seems to have caught the "references". 

Ding ding ding, we have a winner

A Song of Ice and Fire has been a real inspiration for me, because of how in-depth George R. R. Martin has made his world.  There are some annoyances (Catelyn, Sansa and Ygritte, especially), but it seems as if it's a novelized history of a real world.  They haven't been as blatant as some of my borrowings, but I've quietly and lovingly stolen bits and pieces for the entirety of my fortress.  I highly recommend anyone here who likes Fantasy, Gore, Cursing, Battles, Sex, Midgets, Songs, Sheer-badassery, and horrifying villians to RUN (don't walk) and pick up A Game of Thrones

End Paid Shill

Ahem, yeah, anyway.  Good job, Vulkan.  I'd be happy to add you to the list, or if you're interested in adopting Erith why not PM me the back story you were playing around with?  we can talk about it more there!

Edit: Holy crap, we pushed the 2000 replies mark! 

Excellent! I definitely agree with your points, GRRM is, in my opinion, unparalleled when it comes to depth of story and the characters. The way he gets you into the mindset of the characters is truly unique, the world and characters seem real. They have emotions, likes, dislikes, and most importantly... they in some cases change, and grow, as time goes on. (except Tyrion. Muhahaha!) There are also no stereotypical "Good & Evil" characters, they're all shades of grey really. I didn't like Sansa at first, but as time went on, and she became less ignorant of the world, I really started to enjoy her viewpoint. Of course, the badassery and all that other wonderful stuff you mentioned is equally well done. 

I would have to say you have done an amazing job of partly emulating his style, and creating your own as well, In fact your Community Fortress has had me hooked in the same way as when I last read GRRM's series. (I cannot wait until A Dance With Dragons comes out!) Have you read all 4 of the books currently out, yet?

I will PM you my backstory for Erith in a few days, I still need to write it out. If you ever do publish some of your works, I would definitely be interested in buying.

THERE ONCE WAS A BEAR! A BEAR! A BEAR! ALL BLACK AND BROWN AND COVERED IN HAIR! 

[Heavy Flak]

From the files of Aryn Estetar
12^th of Limestone, 1069

Hikan's little talk couldn't have come at a worse time.  Since Limul won the last election, I haven't been seen in public.  What would be the point?  They're all after my head, every one of them, over things they know nothing about.  Where is this justice in this?

I may have pushed them hard but it wasn't without reason.  Who could have survived here, but me?  No one.  Take the soft greenhorns back in the mountains, coming to this desolate wastelands they would have perished overnight.  The scorpions would have left their corpses bloated with venom to burst and rot.  The few Elves left alive down here bolted from this place ages ago, before the forests were burned.  And because I push, I'm punished.

If Hikan won't be around to watch me, I don't see a reason to leave here.  I have my bear, barrels of food squandered, and to get to me I'm through the barracks.  Reports are filed and slid under my door.  By whom?  Can't tell, I assume Hikan, or maybe Duke Bomrek.  Maybe even Limul, the arrogant prick. 

To appease the plebs, Limul ordered new excavation done for increased goods and food storage, along with double the space for farming.  The battlements are being finished, along with a temporary gate to keep the inside protected from invaders.  Perhaps there's talk of dissent, who knows - my domes are proving unpopular among those Vocal, and Limul wants it stopped as a 'perfect example of fradulent waste from the previous administration'.  The masons continue to get paid though, so bluster all you want Mayor.  They'll be finished one way or another.

Meal time.  Salt pork and vegetable stew.  For the second week in a row.  I'm leaping with joy.

***

sdp0et: Haha, that cracked me the hell up. 

moghopper: The tunnel right under her place is the "escape hatch" that has or hasn't been mentioned in passing.  The other tunnels were exploratory tunnels to dig up minerals I wanted.  Now, they're acting as an excellent worth increaser, as I smooth and engrave ALL of them.

Valkan: I've finished the first three, and I'm half way through the fourth.  I'll be honest, not liking the fourth as much as the others.  It's just too slow, and there's way too much Cerci and no Tyrion at all, and that makes me drag my feet.  Also, I'm just so angry about Vargo Hoat.  It's always the good ones, man. 

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Diary of Maggarg
No-one's seen Aryn for a coupl'a weeks now, ever since he lost the election.
He's almost certainly holed up in his room and going mad. I've seen it before, great leaders lose power, hide away and start controling imaginary armies. 'Least, that's how me an' No-ears Monom found the Great Sorceror C'thun when we were borrowing some priceless artifacts from his fortress of ultimate evil. Bless him, he thought that the world was his.

[Kuli]

If Limul is the mayor, that must mean the ban on religious services has been lifted, right?

[Heavy Flak]

If Limul is the mayor, that must mean the ban on religious services has been lifted, right?

*coughs* That's exactly where I was going with that, yeah, that's the ticket...

I can't believe I didn't factor that in

I would have to say you have done an amazing job of partly emulating his style, and creating your own as well, In fact your Community Fortress has had me hooked in the same way as when I last read GRRM's series.

This is as good a time as any to pimp some of my other work.  I've got this writing blog I've been updating whenever I can.  I'm doing it to stay in practice and hopefully drum up a little external attention while I work on a few more projects (two books I'm alternating between, depending on if I want to write obnoxious modern characters or obnoxious fantasy ones) and this fortress.  If you're just fiending for some more writing by Heavy Flak, check it out!

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 25^th of Limestone, 1069

Kuli, flanked by his pair of assistants Vash and Jools, stepped from the temple of Zefon.  The smile he wore was huge, and infectious; the Maester was in better humor than others had seen him in months, and the service he gave today was impassioned.  He adjusted the length of his sleeve, starting across the bridge, when Limul called to him from beside the door.

"Excellent service, Maester.  That was just wonderful."
"Thank you, Mayor, I'm glad that you attended."
"I'm glad I did too," Limul said.  He smiled guiltily, and rubbed the back of his neck.  "I didn't realize just how much there was to do around here.  With Aryn indesposed, it will be up to me to trade with the merchants from Stukos Matul that are heading up here."

"The Dwarven merchants are back?" Vash asked, surprised.  "We haven't heard word."
"I've sent scavengers into the wastes to hunt bones and treasures, they reported seeing the merchants by the stream."
"well," Jools said, frowning.  "Guess I should go talk to Sacktwinkled about going down to escort them."

"Kuli, a question, before I go."
"Of course, Mayor, what is it?"
"Why are you still wearing that suit?"

Kuli looked down at the gaudy zebra-print suit he was wearing.  He looked up, and smiled, sheepishly.  "I'm loathe to admit, but I've kind of grown fond of this.  Madam Dodik may have some... unique ideas, but they aren't all bad."
"Ha, alright, well- oh!  You'll be happy to know Crispin gave birth recently to a healthy baby girl, she was hoping you'd be able to do a baptism this afternoon."
"Today?"
"Of course, she has to get back to the wastes with her."

Kuli sighed, and shrugged helplessly.  "Well, send her up here quickly..."