15th granite
The Green Party local MP arrived today (Aka, Elven diplomat) No doubt I'm going to have to put up with the silly tree demands and jokes about my height and beard.
17th granite
The construction goes well, if slowly, on the arch.
I decided to pave the central courtyard. No pretty patterns though, I don't hold with them.
Also, I wonder why we have all those cages.
20th granite.
Nothing is busy happening.
Nothing has cancelled Do Something : Doing nothing.
Jools wants Bucklers again, apparently. However, he did say something about a butler earlier, so I appointed a butler for him. Some old royal guard.
23rd Granite
Having my tomb engraved. I found out about the carp traps and the plan to tame carp.
I only found it out by some serious investigation. It seems they think I'll think
it's totally batshit crazy. It is. I like it.
24th granite.
I saw a small-useless-looking building tacked on to the wall.
I've ordered that it be turned into a watchtower.
28th granite
Actually, governing a giant fort isn't so hard.
Things just happen, which is nice. That king gave me an easy job.
Must be going senile.
Perhaps I'll take up smoking. I know a few dwarves that do, and apparently humans bring tobacco on caravans.
1st slate
Only another 3 walls and one floor slab before the Great Salt Arch is revealed.
Sort of.
Argh, what's that stink? Someone's been leaving dead animals at the bottom
of a staircase to rot! I knew that there would be a drawback to butchering all
the adorable baby animals. I feel like eating lunch.
2nd slate
I was just remembering the old burial customs of Mistthrones today.
When a dwarf died, he was buried in his room, and more often than not,
the room walled up.
Hah, I remember my father going to sleep and being walled up.
Old beggar was furious when he found out and had to batter his way out.
The poor dwarf who walled him in didn't show his face for a year.
4th Slate
Erush Zanoroddom is now a Champion. We held a small party in the statue hall,
then we let him go and wander around being a champion.
The Events of the Fifth of Slate, 1061
Maggarg Egenushrir was sitting at his dining table in the dark, tracing patterns
in the already thick dust when someone burst through the door, letting some light penetrate the dark, spartan interior of the Leader's rooms. It was Melbil Olontakuth, one of the masons working on the arch. He recoiled slightly at the damp, fusty smell.
"Yes, Mr Olontakuth?" The leader spoke first. The mason replied." We've finished the Grand arch sir! We're placing the golden statues on top of it now, sir. The shine of the gold and polished stone should atract traders and migrants for miles around!"
The old dwarf at the table waited a while before giving a response.
"It will also attract goblins and raiders, although we are well defended from them.
Personally, I find it ostentatious and vulgar, but I suppose I must please the
former rulers and the dwarves of this place. I shall stay here though, I dislike
the bright sun you get down here. You must remember I was born and grew up in a place where the sun was seldom seen. You may go back to celebrating."
Diary of Maggarg Egenushrir, 6th slate
Very little work done today or yesterday. The others were busy celebrating.
Can't say I blame them, even at mistthrones we celebrated architecture.
I have recently found out about a cousin of mine with the same first name as me.
Maggarg Brokenhaft, currently hiding out in Migrursut. No surprises, he was always a deviant, travelling the world like a human. I keep getting mistaken for him.
They sign me up to be a quester, or a quirky ruler, but get me. Better that way.
I shall lead them to sensibility and hard work.
(at this point, I can indeed see the FPS get better. I've slaughtered countless
stray animals and their remains are at the bottom of a pit, for the most part.)
9th slate
The Elven diplomat finally found me. Much to discuss, apparently.
About time, if it's that important.
10th slate
She finally got around to speaking to me. Again with the hundred trees.
Hell, I'll negotaiate with them. I only want to clear the courtyard.
11th slate.
The duchess likes querns, and the crazy consort likes bows. Ones with swivel things on the bottom so he can mount them on his desk and dining table, apparently.
Even odder than everywhere else, apart from that baroness with the rather peculiar fetish for gnomish flying helmets and celery sticks.
12th slate.
Idiots have arrived, despite the carp.
I drafted a few of them into the guards. I kept the rest of them as haulers
or crafting apprentices.
That old watch-house looks more menacng to me by the day.
Apparently, there is a well there, so a potential criminal could hide there,
or a goblin ambush could lurk.
14th slate
Perhaps I should organise a system to these guards.
Say, a large building with offices, a barracks, an archery room, all sorts of things.
But what to call it? We're a metropolis, so, um... The Metropolitan Guard!
We'll call the offices Nist Akath yard! Brilliant! I always knew I was a genius.
I'll build the place from salt, of course.
Of course, there must be offices, especially for the captain of the watch.
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