Deathgate, year one of Ovg's Glorious Rule
My glorious self, former surgeon, now glorious warrior and leader of dwarfs!
From: "One Dwarf, One Mission: The memories of Ovg the Supreme. Champion and Most Benevolent Leader of Deathgate"
It is year one of my glorious rule good reader and I am already fully confident that I will manage to bring this bastion to glory it deserves!
And, good Nimrek, is this place a mess. There are clothes, armor, weapons and bones everywhere, lot's of tombs, dormitories spread through the whole fortress and most of all the underworld, oh Nimrek the underworld. It isn't enough that it's filled with horrible, bone-chilling screams, no, we had to set up a dump of it's unholy denizens carcasses just right next to our little fortress down there! Also that's where poor Minkot's skeleton lies unburied, quite a spirit dampening sight, especial since soldiers will have to step over him, if they ever need to defend us.
But before I solve any of our most pressing problems a step of great importance has to be taken. Namely I have to get myself quarters worthy of housing someone as glorious as myself! Therefore I order modest quarters dug out right next to our workshops and forges, so that every dwraf can look and know well, that hard work can get you far (Just look at me! Hard working surgeon before, glorious leader now!) .
Of course my chambers would not be complete without proper furnishing, and to that end, I've left a note in manager's office to get some
dirty peons good craftsmen to create a thing or two for me. Surely you would agree that these bare necessities shall not be a problem to create in such a glorious fortress as ours?
And now for my first action good reader, what shall it be you wonder? Why of course we shall start construction of our underworld city! It may be a small step, but we do have to be wary of angering the locals. One thing remains certain however: IT WILL BE GLORIOUS
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And that concludes my first update.
Problems:
-Manager cancels manage work orders: no office, even though he has his royal throne room and a chair in one of the dining halls. Canceled all his other jobs.
Other thoughts:
-No notes, oh god where is everything
-It's big it's big it's big it's big
-Sweet Jesus I can handle it, you can handle it ovg, you can handle it.
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