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[WorkerDrone]

Scope out a bit of mercenary work for the military. Scouting missions preferred.

If work is found, getting provisions for maybe a fortnight would do, then of course setting off on that scouting work.

[Strife26]

Three turns in. I'll start writting the results when I get around to it (after the proper restoration and moonlever  )

[NUKE9.13]

Inaluct as you may know has been muted for 2 weeks or so, so count him out.

[Strife26]

 
I didn't. What did he do this time?

[NUKE9.13]

I don't know. Posted a comic with offensive  content (faggot), or something.

[Heron TSG]

I say that the rural areas should get equal rights! They get a third of the votes of the central city aristocrats? hodgepodge!

[Strife26]

It actually comes down to the sprawled areas getting five total votes each, while the inside gets a total of ten.

[Heron TSG]

That's still not fair! The outside people are the only reason there ARE inside people!

[Org]

I shall, at night, run with my sheep.

Smart idea, amrite?

[Strife26]

Org

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Urist makes the decision that he will continue his job, while simultaneously running at night.
Voice: When are you planning to sleep?

Urist goes to his boss (middle management in the Farmer’s Guild) and tells him his decision. She’s pretty happy that he decided to stay on, apparently Urist has some skill with sheep. At Voice’s urging, Urist also negotiates a deal where half of the lambs become his private property. It’s a pretty good deal, all things considered.

Barbarossa

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Zildoap decides that equal representation is necessary for Fortress. With his somewhat considerable pull, he is able to get the issue onto the agenda pretty quickly. As the originator, he has to give the first speech on it. What will he say? He discussed it with some of his political allies. They’re pretty lukewarm on the idea. Of course, they are all central delegates, so it’s somewhat understandable.

Nuke

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Buer decided that he would go to the granary anyway. The job wasn’t certain, but he could at least look at the thing, right? He had spent most of his time working on the watchtower, not with the granary expansion group. He gets to the building, it’s pretty imposing actually. The old and the new stone somewhat jarring against each other (Tikhon had apparently changed his styles somewhat). Buer followed a quintet of zefies pulling a cart of foodstuffs inside. They just dumped the cart wherever there was space. No wonder the place was a disorganized mess.

Emperor

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Emperor decided to throw his lot in with the army. They paid well, right? He made his way to the military quarter. He found the central building without to much trouble. He told the somewhat gruff receptionist that he was looking for a job.

Zefie Sergeant J: Well, there’s no real units being formed this year. However, the Third Warrior Company needs some more people in it. There is also the option of joining the settlement group, we’re sort of coordinating it.

WorkerDone

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Well, he was a solider. The zefies didn’t seem to have all that much for cavalry forces yet. He could probably work pretty well here. Supply and demand, no? He trotted over to the military district. A few platoons were doing drill. They were disciplined if anything, but wooden equipment wasn’t all that good. They had iron, he had seen it being ported inside the walls. Why weren’t they using it?
Olon looked closely at the zefies who were watching the drills. A few had rank on their sashes. Only one of them had that funny blocky X. It looked like he was in command. The human boldly rode up and dismounted.
Olon: I’m looking for mercenary work.
Zefie Officer: I see. Follow me to my office.
Olon followed the zefie (and one of his aides of guards) into a nearby building. They strode right past the reception desk (two zefies were talking there). The officer walked into an office in the back. The guard posted himself at the door. Olon entered.
Zefie Officer: Have a seat. Errrr. There isn’t anything in your size, is there? Feel free to stand or whatever.
Olon: Standing’s fine.
Zefie Officer: So you want mercenary work then. It’s irregular for us to hire mercenaries. What’s your name?
Olon: My name is Olon Uzindurple.
Zefie Officer: Ironglove, eh? Well, the question put me in an interesting situation. I’m sure you noticed the D platoon of 3rd company out there. They’re all good troops, disciplined and well trained. Their equipment leaves much to be desired though. I’m rambling I guess. You’re a horseman. We could use you.
I’m sure that we could use you to help train our cavalry forces. However, we can’t work with them until we get a stable set up. They also might end up being goat riders. It’s an interesting idea. A job like that wouldn’t open up for another year though.
The settlement group could also certainly use a scout. But that would probably end up being a long term commitment as well.
I guess that I could offer you work with the 6th. The 6th is one of our bow companies. They’ll be headed east into the mountains. Zefies aren’t the best suited for projectile warfare, and the 6th has never been tested in combat. I can offer decent pay if you’d like to accompany them.

[NUKE9.13]

Buer sat considering mathematics, and the logistics of counting grains of... grain. And then some potatoes. And then some other miscellaneous vegetables, fruits, drinks, dried meats, and mice.
Although perhaps the mice were not meant to be present.
Regardless.
Buer: Ok. So, how shall I do this? I require approximate numbers of all foodstuffs stored in granary, time of storage, and then a system for storing them. Hmmn.
Buer rolled up a bark scroll into a funnel, took a handfull of grain, and poured it through. After pouring it through a few times he took some scrap wood and some stones and made a little see-saw, onto which he poured grain.
Later in his house he made a far more complicated device, took it back to the granary, and poured grain through. He then took out a clean scroll and wrote down some numbers and drew some plans.
Buer then went to the Mechanic's workshop to request a crew of workers to firstly divide the granary into multiple partitioned areas and also to make several 'automated food counting devices featuring an interesting system of wheels, ropes, and carefully counterweighted levers, as designed to revolutionise the granary by means of vastly decreasing the amount of time required to count the various foodstuffs within'

Spoiler: plans (click to show/hide)

Zefies cart the to be counted foodstuff to the correct counter. The foodstuff is dropped into the funnel. The funnel dispenses a fixed amount of foodstuff per time onto the small bladed wheel (as featured in R&D public report " 'WaterWheel' to revolutionise agriculture?"), which is mounted on a spoke which, by means of a looped rope, is connected to the spoke of a larger wheel (causing the two wheels to rotate in a synchronised manner). The larger wheel is marked on one point with a red stripe, which as the wheel rotates will only show at certain times. When it shows the zefie manning the wheel will scratch a notch onto a wax slab. The foodstuff will proceed from the bladed wheel down a chute onto one end of a shaduf, which allows the foodstuff to be dispensed from the counter at a rate of the operatives choosing.
Once the foodstuff has been counted the wax slab will be copied (together with the date of counting) onto a more permanent ascribable material (such as a bark scroll)which together with the foodstuff will be stored in a partitioned area of the granary.
The production of at least a counter for grain, and the partitioning of a the granary is essential in order to prevent the waste of food due to a lack of bureaucracy.

(What's that you say? You can think of a far simpler and quicker way of counting grain? TOUGH NUTS THAT YOU ARE NOT A BUREAUCRAT IN CHARGE OF ORGANISING THE GRANARY)

[WorkerDrone]

"If'n you don't mind, I'm fleet of foot. You should have already had a scouting screen of Light Cavalry years ago. Even if they were irregulars. You could have had them at half decent pay, and still had money left for an actual Light Cavalry program...I took band management in my villages squirery. You don't forget that shit. Look, I'm interested in the first two. I can teach your men how to ride with the best. If you put any of your light cavalry drilling in my hands, I can get you exactly what you want and more, for a good price however."

"On the other hand, I need work. So here's my proposition. Either you pay me room and board while I work a few odd jobs until a you actually consider starting such a program, or I'll take that scouting duty. For performance rate pay. Plus provisions for the trip enroute to the area, and equipment and loadout. Bow and quiver, a new saddle for my horse, mostly supplies, hunting gear I lost on the trip here, and a tinderbox. And a map if you have one. I'll make my own as I work my way around, if you provide me with parchment too. In fact that might be preferable. My immediate area map work is probably better then anything you've managed to scout out thus far. Add an ink fountain to that list."

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"Tell me, what could I expect in the settlement group?"

[Strife26]

Half of the turns are in. The other two have about five minutes plus writing time.

[Org]

Urist does sheep herding stuff.

He sleeps afterwards.