7th Granite, 1051
As the Judge and Aqizzar were digging, Aqizzar explained the basics of her concept to him. She told him, that she planned on large, square rooms connected to each other by broad hallways and staircases. She explained that the industry would be located on the first three levels, surrounded by a broad ringway. Input and output would be placed above and below each other, to reduce travel time for the workers.
Raw production, milling and fish/meat/plant processing would occur at the first level below ground.
Carpenters, masons, mechanics, tanners and dyers go on the second floor
Craftsdwarves, clothiers and leatherworkers would be on the third floor as well as smiths, glassmakers and jewelers.
On the floor below, she explained, there would be a grand dining room, a barracks and an archery range within the borders of the ringway.
Housing would then be situated around the ringway, so that a dwarf can sleep without any interruptions.
Orblock was impressed. He hadn't quite given as much thought to economics as he had to the mission. Aqizzar's designs sounded very sensible. Something was missing though..
'I must say that sounds as if you know what you are doing. It will be so.
But how about defence? We're in undead country and we will soon have to deal with the first prisoners.'
'I know', said Aqizzar. 'Unfortunatly building defences is not my specialty. I am a civilian architect, not a military engineer.'
'Well then. It is fortunate that I am. My military service at least served some purpose.' Orblock laughed. Digging into the raw earth made him feel good. He would be worthy of the Kings orders.
'I've been thinking on the defences on the way here. I know these lands from days ahead and knew there would be a river. I want to build the prison camp outside, on the other side of the river. We will wall it off, and make it accessible either via an underground passage or via a raising bridge. The entrance to the underground passage will serve as the base for a tower that oversees 'The Square of Welcoming' This is were prisoners will arrive.
The entrance to our main base will be walled off as well, to protect us from the undead. The trade depot will be outside. We might have to build an outer wall to protect that as well. The entrance will then be protected by a set of devious traps I learned of while in the military.'
'Now I am impressed, sir. Er.. Judge.'
'Help me! Undead!' It was Afer's voice, coming not too far from the entrance.
The Judge and Aqizzar rushed outside, only to find the mutilated remains of a zombie groundhog and Afer's war dog, still growling at it.
'I doubt you can eat that', said Afer, complimenting her dog, who seemed unharmed.'
'You were lucky', Orbock said, and turned back to the entrance to resume digging.
8th Granite, 1051
Orbock hadn't slept well. In fact, he hadn't slept well since their arrival. He knew that the other dwarves hadn't slept well either. Quite possibly it had something to do with a lack of beds. So Orbock knew that the news he had to bring them today would not please them at all.
'Can I have your attention?' The dwarves had gathered at the wagon to drink from the barrels.
'What is it, Judge?' Yami replied. Yami was a tall dwarf. Being a trained armorsmith, his arms bulged with muscles from wielding the hammer. Due to his friendly nature he had been quick to make friends with Frodo and Grimwold. The three of them had spend most of their freetime at the digging site, while the Judge and Aqizzar worked on, and Afer was out cutting wood.
'We are going to need defences. Here are the plans. We are going to build a wooden tower at that location', pointing at an area across the river. 'The prison camp will next to it. I want it surrounded by walls. I have drawn a map for you so you will know where to build.'
Orblock hoped that he had given them enough information at once that they would not think of the fact that the wooden tower would consume all wood they had available at present.
'But sir? Judge?', said Frodo, 'We don't have any experience building walls.'
'Trust me, you'll learn.'
At that moment, a terrible growl sounded from the north. 'More undead!'
Grimwold shouted, and ran for the fortress entrance. Startled, the dwarves scattered in all directions. Afer's dog however darted straight at the two incoming undead groundhogs.
'He'll be torn apart.', Orblock said.
Instead, even before he had finished speaking, half a groundhog flew through the air, the other half being stuck between the war dog's jaws. The second groundhog charged at the dog, but it jumped aside, and in a quick turn, was upon its foe.
Moments later peace and quiet had returned. The dog ran off without a scratch.
'I'll be damned. That dog's a monster.' Frodo said.
'Enough chit-chat, we've got a wall to build!' Arkaim was glad he could do something useful. There was no kitchen set up yet, and he was starting to get bored. The dwarves set off to work, not realizing that they were going to use the wood that could have also gotten them some beds.
16th Slate, 1051
The dwarves were beginning to grumble. Weeks of sleeping on the floor hadn't done their moods any good. Therefore Orblock had decided to give them the day off, and catch up with some sleep. He had already ordered a carpenter's workshop to be built, and tomorrow he would let them make some beds. The construction of the prison camp and the defenses were coming along nicely.
Satisfied, Orblock went to sleep.
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fixed to z-3 now.
EDIT: @Ghostpaw: a save and map will come eventually, but right now I am on a connection where uploading a 1.3Mb picture takes about 2 minutes. You can PM me what you would like to know from the legends though..
Civilisations name: 'The Wayward Armor'. Fortess name: 'Brightcleansed the Joy of Laws'. Group name: 'The Bloody Bearded Hammers of Justice'.
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