WHERE THE HELL DID I GET HELMSDEEP AS THE FORTRESS NAME!?What's that sound? Hark an update? AN UPDATE! This is my dwarf, please note her interests, that's right. You know what's coming, though for noooooow.
Creamcorn, the dwarf, an unprofessional odd jobber of sorts, walked through the jumbled fortress of Helmsdeep into the food storage sector, almost bumping into several dwarfs on the way. Once inside the long square room, she plunged her small hand into one of the many moldy food barrels of Helmsdeep. Upon grabbing a purple helmet shaped mushroom, two rather intimidating and large (human chest high) steel clad dwarfs approached her. Not one bit of Creamcorn's mind was aware of the metallic clanking behind her. Not one bit, Creamcorn's only thoughts were on the sweet flavor of her mushroom.
"State your name Dwarf!" Creamcorn's gaze glanced to the side. Instinctively, she gasped and held her breath. In a pained and rapid manner, she replyed "Creamcorn Keskallocun sir!" A firm but gentle voice echoed from the steel casing "Come with us." Had one been watching Creamcorn as she was lead down the many many floors of Helmsdeep, they would have noted that her face had gradually become a blue tone with every floor. "In here" spoke the metal dwarf as he opened a faboulously expensive door.
The baroness looked down from her throne. "You may breath now dwarf." Creamcorn tried to take in calmer breaths but instead began to hyper ventilate. The baroness rolled her eyes then began speaking. "As you know, that in a proper dwarven society, we elect mayors and we have noble kin in positions of higher power." She paused for a moment; Creamcorn's breathing returned to normal as she nodded in reponse of the pause. "I did not call you here to give you a history lesson. You are here for a much greater purpose. Creamcorn, I bestow upon you the title of foredwarf."
Creamcorn raised an eyebrow. "Uh... what?"
"Foredwarf, these are dwarfs who are now in charge."
"In... charge? Of what?"
"Everything, you are now in charge of everything."
In a wining tone, "What! Why?"
"Simply because, you may now do your job."
"W-w-how-w"
"I also mandate the construction of some copper goods. Fail and you will be the one to be locked in jail. You are now dismissed."
In a monotone, Creamcorn's repose was "...Yes your baroness."
: Hi everybody! If you read what was happening earlier, I'm now in charge! These are my plans! First, I'm going to get rid of these! One things for sure, no body every really sleeps in their own rooms, so why bother! Also, they're horribly layed out too and on the second floor! Everyone can hear what's going on upstairs!
: Also, no offense to who ever died doing this, but what's with all this clutter! I gotta fix this!
: I also like green glass, so I'm going to make sure that we have plenty of it! That will also give all those useless bags some purpose too!
: I'm also going to get rid of all these rocks and turn them into something more useful! I've also made some dwarfs full time haulers! Hope they won't mind!
: I don't even want to say anything about this! Though I will say, I'm getting rid of it!
: Also the Baroness is stuck in some weird conversation the humie won't stop doing. Not my problem!
: What happened here? I'll have to send some volunteers to investigate!
(That may also explain some of the FPS problems)
: Wait, weren't you outside hunting?
: Yeah, I was. I took the short cut to get in quicker.
: Short... cut?
: OH GOD DAMMIT!
: I don't care how warm that stone is! Keep digging!
: Why hasn't anyone moved these!
There's my update. I'll make sure to do another later this next week.
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