Penguin's Diary
9th of Granite, 109
It appears I've been tricked.
I was passing through the countryside on what I thought was a normal diplomacy mission. Boy, was I wrong.
It appears that I signed up to lead a fortress several years ago, and some of its inhabitants saw me from the top of some obnoxiously tall towers and ran out to greet me.
I thought I was giving my signature to some petition to create a huge wall between our empire and the elves' empire, titled "The Eternal Walls".
I was wrong.
So I have to rule this fortress for a year. It's a decently large fortress with over a hundred dwarves. All of them under my control. This isn't so bad. At least, it isn't a bad idea.
But... this fort. It's an abomination. I was expecting a modest hole in the ground as an entrance, with the typical dwarven fortress beneath it, invincible in its simplicity.
But this fort has walls. What are we, humans? I'll let the dwarves complete the previous leaders' constructions, but will build no more. That's just a silly thing to do.
Then there's this marvelous system of pumps and waterwheels. My favorite part is the lever marked "Will flood waterway, then fortress if not watched". That sounds like a good way to end my term.
This is a big fortress, though, and I don't know where people live. Or where I'll live. Or where anything is. I'll steal the best rooms, though. It's my right as our glorious leader.