From the desk of Avuz Vaboklosis, Queen of Tholtig Kast
Dear Sir/Madam,
We are happy to inform you that your request to lead an expedition to THE BEWITCHED SPIKE has been approved.
We have given you a budget of 1274 dorfbucks to work with. Included is a checklist of supplies, workers and animals that you might wish to take, please fill out this form ASAP and deliver it to the following address...
My heart skipped a beat as I read the letter. I'm finally going to lead my own expedition! I'll be the boss of my very own fortress! I sat down and started filling out the form.
"Let's see," I mumbled to myself, "We're gonna need lots o' booze, some food, weapons..." It was at this point that I noticed the second letter that came in the envelope. As I unfolded it I noticed that this wasn't one of those sir-stroke-madam kind of templates. This was a personal, hand-written letter with curly writing and ink stains and people being called by their actual names.
It read:
Cerol,
You might be aware of the fact that a lot of new fortresses collapse under their own weight due to unhappy citizens who feel that they don't have enough power and know-it-all leaders who, quite frankly, have too much power. Therefore I would like to request from you the following...
My heart sank. "Not this." I said to myself, "Anything but this. How could she tell me to do something like this! This has got to be the..."
"...SINGLE STUPIDEST THING I HAVE EVER READ!" I screamed as I slammed the letter on the queen's desk. I don't even remember how I got there or how I got past the guards, but something tells me I didn't just ask nicely.
"Cerol, I'm sure that if you try it everything will turn out just fine" The queen didn't even look up from her work as she spoke. "If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one who's leading an unusual expedition. Why, I just approved a mission that's going to use spoons and paperclips instead of picks and sword. Saves materials, you know."
"But a
suggestion box?!" I spat out the words as if they were poisoned, "You're expecting me to actually listen to the workers? Don't you realize what kind of idiots some of these migrants can be?"
"I am fully aware of the situation but too many fortresses have been abandoned lately and something has to happen! I'm sure that following some suggestions will only contribute to the overall happiness of the fortress and it's workers."
"And what if one of them suggests everyone gets a pet goblin? Or if one suggest everyone gets a solid gold bathtub with hot and cold running magma!? One wrong suggestion and the fortress is doomed!"
"It'll be a Fun little experiment nonetheless. Now, about the location of your fort-"
"Hang on, did you just pronounce 'fun' with a capital letter?"
"-You'll have noticed that it's near an evil mountain range-"
"'Cos if you did then I have a couple more questions."
"-So I'm going to advise you to take some dwarfs with military experience, for everyone's safety."
I realized I wasn't going to get any answers about the capital-f-Fun. "Yeah, I figured that much. I'll take a hammerdwarf and an axeman/woodcutter as well as a proficient armorsmith."
She nodded. "Then I wish you good luck on your mission. I expect to see positive reports every year. Now leave before I call the guards."
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From the log of Cerol Kolnish
Here I was, leading an expedition but being forced to share leadership with every moron that chose to settle in my fort. A more horrible fate is difficult to imagine.
I chose my starting group with utmost care, seeing as I was going to have to live with them for the rest of my undoubtably short life. Attached is a list of their names and skills.
- Kosoth Sakzulothos, Miner (Female)
- As Degelatham, Miner (Male)
- Cerol Kolnish, Carpenter/Trader (Male)
- Ducim Datankubuk, Woodcutter/Axeman (Male)
- Rakust Shemaran, Mason/Armorsmith (Female)
- Shorast Omristducim, Farmer/Brewer (Male)
- Sibrek Leksazir, Hammerman/Armor user (Male)
We traveled for days but so far no area really stood out to me until...
A hill, entirely composed of magnetite, tetrahedrite and lignite. I chose to take this as an omen.
"Stop the cart," I shouted, "This is it, this is our spot."
The other dwarves silently unpacked the cart and grabbed their tools.
One of the miners approached me, "Orders?"
I smiled, "Strike the earth!"