Memoirs of Demonic Spoon, Emperor of all he surveys.
Ir all started when one of my many illustrious ancestors, Demonic Spoon, caused the death of a entire fortress's population in a attempt to achieve space flight. Since then the family of Demonic Spoon has been in disgrace. It various members have been exiled to the worst hellholes in the empire, and the empire has quite a few of those. They had to deal with hordes of bloodthirsty orcs at the gates, rebellion from within, famine, wood shortages, water shortages, mass madness, crazy sabotage of the fortress by it's inhabitants, demons, elves, carp, incompetent minions and the list goes on.
I myself have been sentence to this particular hellhole and this will be a log of my activities.
Winter
Finally the peons have recognized my superior leadership abilities and have handed over authority to me. Time to make some changes around here.
First on the list is making a temple to armok to assure our good fortune ( not that we'll need it under my leadership) I decided the top of the magma pipe to be a prime area and gave the orders to wall it in so that the workers could build there in safety, not that they're very important.
I was walking along a corridor trying to comprehend the crazy layout and considering my options when I stubbed my toe on the rough rock floor! I immediately instated a full time engraver to smooth everything.
Seeing how dangerously our food stocks were I made three peons full time farmers and told not to stop growing food until we can't move for it.
A Vermian trade caravan arrived, knowing that these things were always followed by bandits I ordered the soldiers to be on their guard. However before they could intervene a chaos dwarf ambushing party killed several members of the caravan and the rest left in a huff.
Realizing the danger of the outside world I began setting up plans for a secret project.
Spring
The top of the magma pipe has been completely walled in, the secret project is proceeding, our food stocks are booming and smoothing of the fortress is well underway. Life is good.
Some guy called 'Kuzzles' the 'Wambler Whisper' (
) seems to have worked out my secret project. He came barging into my office without a appointment and complaining about how his precious 'wamblers' would be incinerated by all the magma. I told him that is the price of progress and kicked him out. I would have had him killed for daring to question me but he's the best mason in the blasted place.
Some 'High' (Probably on those berries they like so much) elf tree hugging hippies arrived. I left them to be slaughtered by the dinosaurs who them promptly died on our magma trap, idiots.
Someone made a gabbro armour stand artifact apparently. Yay, another legendary mason.
Summer:
The secret project and my new quarters are proceeding but I fear that there may be a wood problem. The temple to Armok is almost complete but will have to be put on hold until the completion of the secret project.
Silver xelics and humans arrived, I made a gap in our defences and ordered our stout warriors to protect is while they streamed in shortly followed some thieves and ambushes.
I gave them a huge profit margin, took all their wood and sent them on their way.
Gah, work is going far too slow, damn dwarves needing to eat, sleep, breathe and get incinerated by magma.
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