Ok, I'm here guys. Let the story begin!
---------------THOUGHTS OF "G"-----------------------
Damn, I feel wierd. I think there's something wrong with me...I'm having trouble trying to move my body, I can't breathe nor blink...It's all darkness around me, and it feels so cold...Did I...die...?Also, for RP reasons, I will act as if G has never, ever told anyone his last name.-------A FEW HOURS LATER------
Diary of "G"
I was awoken violently in the hospital, my body- what the, this isn't my body! HEIMER!!!
*After about 20 minutes in a violent rage*
So, that's what happened. Apparently my old self fell into some water, where I must have banged my head along the stone floor, causing me to be unconsious. About 20 seconds after my time of death, cheese maker kills himself through an unknown force. Luckily for the doc, the body was still intact enough for him to do a little project He calls 'brain surgery', all they did was drag my carcass out of the water while everyone else was holding off the dark stranglers, run to the hospital, cut our heads open, and replace the cheese maker's brain with my brain. That's Dwarven hospitality for ya, eh?
Luckily, the body after death has shown nothing has rotted yet, which I'm very grateful for, and he says I should wait a few months to move around in my new body. Bah! This is may be a new body, but I have stuff to attend to!
-------ANOTHER FEW HOURS LATER-------
Ok, this body doesn't seem to be very strong. So what, do I have to use a spear or something.
*Goldendagger comes up, and after a little bit of talking*
Hmm, yes. I see. It seems I am the new leader for our small outpost. I don't know how well this will be, but I shall try my hardest.
20th Granite, 6
We just got migrants today, and not just a small group of 4 or 5; we got 20 migrants this season! Praise the Mountainhomes!
Alright. On to buisness.
first things first we gotta get those migrants something to do. They had a few professions with them, but the good ones are the Blacksmiths, brewers and bone carvers.
The next thing we gotta do is a crossbow squad set up. One of our new migrants was a bookkeeper for Boatmurdered Brewing Co., boy was their brew good. I've placed him as our new bookkeeper, and after he was done updating our stock records he told me that we have 7 crossbows, plenty of steel bolts- STEEL bolts? Bah! We could melt them down and make steel armor! We also have quite of bit of badger bone bolts. Well, we can't use the Steel, it's gettin' melted, haha! DONE
Next thing on the list is something that every outpost needs, no matter where they are: an arena! Much like the one back in the Mountainhomes, although instead of Dwarven gladiators, we use goblin prisoners and our recruits. And on a note to self: Make sure the Goblins are robbed of everything before you open up the cages.
The next thing on my agenda is to make bolts; Sure, we have plenty of bone bolts, but we need more to keep our Marksdwarves supplied.
And finally: BOOZE! Luckily for us, we got a skilled brewer this time, now we can have good booze without it gettin' watered down! DONE!
16th Felsite, 6
A Elf and Cobald caravan arrived, and guess what else? A siege! Luckily, it was just 2 groups of Dark Stranglers, except that when we charged at them, they all ran! Ha! What pussies!