http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=57052.375--arranged a tasteful row of statues in the... what in the Windy World? What is this place? Only a moment ago I was deep beneath Battlefailed, overseeing surgery. What wizard or spirit has summoned my disembodied spirit to this, uh... Is that a dwarf punching a goat?
Dead dogs everywhere...a vestibule awash in the blood of dozens of creatures...the whole place carpeted in mud, gore, rubble, and mugs. An exhausted, armorless militia with willow weapons, patrolling for a partially rotted goblin maceman... By Battlefailed's standards, the place is a paradise.
Despite the evidence of years of carnage, I sense positive energy at work beneath this hill: vast, empty, freshly hewn halls... most of the village are rated Hauler...many hands make light work. Much could be done here, the courtyard is reasonably secure, if only the military could have time and space to train. Ah, the records, let us look. Who commands here?
'Listath Windspells: Warrior' Ah, excellent!
Unconscious. Extreme PainUnfortunate. Well, according to the muster, two captains serve beneath him. One with the surname of Dangledhandle:
DeceasedAnd another named Nukem, who is apparently possessed of steel gonads! Dear me.
His upper body is gone Oh. Well, the Captain of the Guard, then. 'Jordrake': a warlike name! Good, good.
Holdings: GraveThe village thrives, yet this peace has obviously come at a high price indeed. If the fortress is to survive, its' militia must be rebuilt, trained, and armed. There are extensive notes left by the last overseer, detailing the particulars of a number of ingenious projects which tempt and intrigue me. Yet the first priority must be safety, freedom from fear. Let another overseer reap the glory from exalted public works, my legacy must be martial.
To effect any sort of change, however, I'll need a body. The trader should do. I think I'll like it here. I wonder what they call the place.