Journal of Felcis Nokgollikot, manager of Bellwaxed
Prologue:"The last hope of 'The Ordered Hatchets'"..."'the light that will guide us through the dark'"...
To be honest, it was not easy to share the valor and cheerful optimism of my fellow dwarfes when we first set out to fulfill the final order of her majesty. Though member of the royal guard in title, I was always more of a mere steward to the late queen and working with raw letters and numbers all day teaches one to have a pragmatic view on reality, unimpressed by dreams of dwarfen heroism. Especially with a history like ours...
Yes, I feared for our expedition to fail after a few years. I feared for it to be sabotaged by jealous contestants for the throne, more goblin in soul than dwarven. I feared for us to be killed by Ogres, Lions and whatever wildlife prowled these lands, before even entering
Rsen's domain under the earth and for the elves of "The Heather of Inking" to root out our still young settlement after only 1 or 2 years, as they did so many times before. And of course I feared for our arch nemesi, the savage goblins and treacherous humans, to come down on us and rob everyhing that we hold dear including our very lives, only to then continue to do the same for our capital.
Seeing our halls now, 4 years later, it seems like dwarven survival spirit might trump the allegedly hopeless odds after all. Our walls and defensive mechanisms are strong and well secured and our military is well trained and equipped, turning every dangerous threat so far into mutilated corpses. Our stocks are bursting full with food and other important goods and our artisans continue to produce even more. Most of all though, we managed to secure of adamantine, the metal of the gods, which may very well turn the tide in this entire bloody war...
Our past overseers have certainly done well in creating a formidable outpost and rekindling the flame of hope in many dwarves including myself. Now it is the time for me to make amends for my undwarvenly doubts and feed that flame even further...
Spring:1st Granite 526:I was just sitting in my small office and about to finish to assign the last of the old working orders from 525, when our doctor and overseer
'Mzbundifund' entered with some labelled stone plates in his hands.
"More reports and orders?" , I asked him. "Just put them on the table."
"Actually, no", he replied. "Spring has arrived and by tradition the lead needs to pass on to another. And with you being here since the beginning and already organizing the production anyway, we thought..."
"Understood.". I left my chair and took the documents out of his hands. "I will not disappoint you." With that I left the office to begin my assignement with a short inspection of our home.
Of course, there were no real surprises for me, as I lived and managed things here for years. Most workshops were abandoned at the moment, most likely to give me an easier start, there were no unwanted entrances to our main fort and we lacked for nothing of vital importance. I noticed however that we had almost no spare furniture at hand and most dwarves even lacked simple cabinets and containers to store their belongings. I will remember to change that in time.
After returning to my office I found
'DuckThatQuacks', our genius of heavy war machinery, waiting for me. He informed me that while he is happy with his placement on our battlements, he is unable to hit incoming invaders who are running over the ground below him. His
ballistic weapon supposedly lacks the ability to shoot up- and downwards, or so he claims.
While that sounds like a rather stupid design flaw or even just a bold excuse for him to have a more comfortable seat, I am not in the mood to argue with a highly valued expert over his field of work, so I assured him that I will find a solution.
2st Granite 526:While I was still busy assigning our workers to their new tasks, someone was shouting directly below my office.
It seems like I am not the only one who craves for a better availability of furniture. As if to set an example
'Dignato' storms of to claim the nearest carpenterīs workshop and starts collecting wood.
7th Granite 526:I tightened the training schedule of our military a bit, to prevent them from dying of boredom. They may be already tough as nails, but Iīm not willing to take chances with the vanguard of our civilization.
I also insisted on putting our caged dogs to good use. The 3 hunting dogs can support a hunter if we employ one someday and the war dogs will make decent escorts for important civilians.
Meanwhile...
I would be excited, but I still got some planning to do.
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Yeah, I only played a few days so far and nothing really happened, but I spend some time planning and wanted to get the introduction out of the way before I continue. Also sorry for the bad screenshot quality, I forgot to not use .jpg for screens. Well...live, learn, forget and relearn.
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