Grail ran her wide hand across the pale blue microline walls of her bedroom. It was a fine room, like all the others. When she died, someday, it would make a fine personal tomb. That, she hoped, was a long, long time away. Things had gone so well so far. Compromises had been made that she hoped would not prevent the construction of their grand tower. Such a magnificent tower would likely take years to complete, though, so she would not fret about it now. For the time being, she had more simple needs to see to. A few more doors needed to be made for the empty guest bedrooms, more tables and chairs needed to be placed in the dining area, and a garbage pit needed to be set up with a double door barrier. Something had crawled into the second storage room and created a terrible miasmal cloud of rot and decay. The sweet tang of death was something that decent Dwarves did not treasure. The chalky feldspar was mixed in to the rock like a soft pastel instead of the globular shape of native copper. This wall would be a fine engraving someday. Such purely aesthetic notions would be on the shelf with the grandiose construction projects, though. There was work to do.
Outside every room was a staircase. Below them, sixteen more rooms would be carved out, and below them sixteen more. An exploratory mining shaft would create both as many bedrooms and dining rooms as their fort would ever require, but also an ample source of stone for their great wall. Grail, however, would petition for a three cubit wide entrance gate on each side, where bridges could be placed which could draw up and form the missing portion of wall over an empty channel after the trade caravans had left for the season. Trade was going to be important; even if it would benefit the Kingdoms of tyranny that surrounded them.
Grail also entertained the idea of building a stone crushing pit, but had not brought it up at any of the seasonal meetings yet. Getting rid of extra stone would be important as well, even with a colossal tower and city wall requiring a seemingly endless supply of it. Last on her list for immediate need was an indoor workshop area, designed much like their bedroom cul-de-sac, but nine cubits by twelve cubits and six workshops lining the walls with storage for raw materials and fininished goods in the middle, and stairwells to another shaft that would extend down to more workshop/storage facilities. She supposed one of the ten by ten storage areas they had already designated could perform this task, with the extra cubit of space being used for stairs or ramps downward to the next level. However, it would probably be neater to create an entirely new room specifically for the task. She would bring it up at the upcoming summer meeting, she supposed.
Grail slowly lowered her hand from the rough wall, and lay down to sleep. She dreamed of a tower, high in the damp clouds, impossibly high, with flying beasts soaring in a circle above it. She shifted uncomfortably in her sleep, the promise of this land's unyielding bounty juxtaposed with the threats and dangers of it. Even in her drifting, drowsy mind, the symbolism was not lost on her.
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Topic: Dwarven Democracy (community game) (Read 30624 times)