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Corel · 12-28-2009, 11:20 AM

The entry has no date, but you're assuming it's the earliest seeing as it's at the front of the diary.

...And that why I've been given control of the Fortress for a year. I don't understand why we are given such short oversight times, and how anything could possibly ever get done. That's Dwarven politics for you though; Then again looking at our average life expectancy I shouldn't be too suprised.

Upon arriving I was told to go find the Mayor, who goes by the name Thadius. After finding his room he slid this piece of paper underneath the door, it looked like it was torn out of a page of a book.

The thing that freaked me out most was that I hadn't even knocked before this piece of paper was slid underneath the door.

Loyal was responsible for reshaping our ranks in case of invasion from outside and 'inside' threats, I was told. All I got from him though was a simple shrug and a "You'll figure it out" before he went back into the barracks.

One can only hope.

Chapter Four: Our Fort Watch Fucking Sucks

1st Granite 59, Early Spring

Taking advice from the last Overseer, I started production of better armour to hand out to the troops. After continuing production of other items I quickly realised that I had no idea what the long term goal of the fort actually was. I was told to go find Thadius again for further instruction. For once there wasn't any incessant giggling but instead the sound of something equally as annoying.

Lazy and crazy Bastard; if he's not being a loon he's taking a snooze.

Instead of waking him from whatever crazy dream world he was in, I thought I might as well go through the chain of command, and I came to question if such a thing existed. I learnt long ago that asking Loyal was like talking to a cavern wall, royalty were a royal pain in the ass and I couldn't find the Captain of the Guard ANYWHERE.

In fact I haven't even met the guy yet. Apparently he's a Dwarf missing an eye. It amused me quite a bit that the Dwarf overseeing our Watch lacked depth perception.

This didn't last too long though, because we got a message from one of the Haulers. The Miners hadn't reported back for quite a while now. They were meant to be digging out some shafts and last reported hitting a river in the lower levels. It's probably nothing, so I sent one of the greener recruits to check on it.

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The scout approached from the North-East side of the mine shafts, which is directly opposite the river lieing to the West. The river was strangely shrouded in some sort of foul smelling fog, with figures moving about out from in it.

What, the undead!? Where did they appear from? Protect the Miners!

Wait, what?

Come back you beardless Dwarf! Protect the Miners dammit!

Good thing I had sent Hawk to the scene just in case for back up, but apparently he decided filling up his waterskin and HIS WHOLE SQUAD COMING WITH HIM WAS MORE MUCH IMPORTANT.

Good thing I had sent Loyal in just in case just in case the back up needed back up an-

Oh for goodness- Melfice! Get in there and show them how it's done!

Curse those Union breaks!

I've heard about beating a dead horse before, but come on guys this is taking it a bit far!

The undead skeletons and zombies continued to violate the poor mule who looked to be completely boned before turning their attention to the Miners running around like hornless Unicorns. Apparently the Mule was a pet of the Soldier who fled the battle, and has made him completely depressed to learn of his pet's death. I got no sympathy for him though because he ran away like a prancing Elf at the first sign of trouble abandoning his Mule.

The above picture shows one of the newer recruits watching one of the Haulers get his shit ruined by the Animal Molestors for a good 30 seconds before deciding to step in and drive them back. I see our Fort Watch has high entry standards; they must all be handicapped in some way. Mentally or Physically of course, they want equal rights afterall.

Right, now that the Miners and Haulers have been evacuated the area we can- wait. Is that blood in the river?

Apparently Mr. Lack O' Initiative decided to do the opposite of what his name suggests and jump into the deep end. He decided to go wrestling under water, and then proceeded to get ripped to pieces just moments before drowning.

Way to go Drownball Champ.

We really should start psych profiling the people we recruit into our army.

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Thadius decided to come out of his room and continue to work on the mine shafts unhindered by the undead, this seems awful suspicous if you ask me.

Whiskertapers (A giant skeletal Frog) emerged from the depths of the river to excite his not exactly defined revenge on disturbing his totally sweet crib. He was swiftly cut down by Loyal who decided to stop stuffing his face for a good five seconds and do his damn job.

In the mean time another nameless Peasent was cut down by the river of the undead whilst waiting for more soilders to arrive.

The fog is still set in. We must prepare for action.

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We had a council meeting that very night, which was pretty much useless. The only thing that was any use was what Thadius (Armok knows how we got him to sit in the meeting, we didn't even tell him.) kept yelling, which sounded something like "You Genics! You Genics!".

This Watch needs reform; serious reform. We can't be losing soliders every little skirmish we get into. We not only need better equipment and changes in ranks and logistics, we need real soldiers.

Having decent equipment is not enough to protect soldiers and the inhabitants of the Fortress in the place we live. We need to make the perfect solider. A super solider. They will be equipped with the equipment we can forge head to toe and know only a world of battle and hardship. He shall be a beacon of light, he shall be unstoppable.

He shall be named Captain Workgill.

...All we need now are some test subjects.

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So let's get this ball rolling again! We still got the whole of Spring to go, who know what's going to happen?

Oh yeah, happy 200th post for this thread.

12-28-2009, 11:20 AM	#11
Corel Welcome, to Paedogeddon! Join Date: Nov 2008 Posts: 1,015	You should probably start playing the song Thriller. The entry has no date, but you're assuming it's the earliest seeing as it's at the front of the diary. ...And that why I've been given control of the Fortress for a year. I don't understand why we are given such short oversight times, and how anything could possibly ever get done. That's Dwarven politics for you though; Then again looking at our average life expectancy I shouldn't be too suprised. Upon arriving I was told to go find the Mayor, who goes by the name Thadius. After finding his room he slid this piece of paper underneath the door, it looked like it was torn out of a page of a book. The thing that freaked me out most was that I hadn't even knocked before this piece of paper was slid underneath the door. Loyal was responsible for reshaping our ranks in case of invasion from outside and 'inside' threats, I was told. All I got from him though was a simple shrug and a "You'll figure it out" before he went back into the barracks. One can only hope. Chapter Four: Our Fort Watch Fucking Sucks 1st Granite 59, Early Spring Taking advice from the last Overseer, I started production of better armour to hand out to the troops. After continuing production of other items I quickly realised that I had no idea what the long term goal of the fort actually was. I was told to go find Thadius again for further instruction. For once there wasn't any incessant giggling but instead the sound of something equally as annoying. Lazy and crazy Bastard; if he's not being a loon he's taking a snooze. Instead of waking him from whatever crazy dream world he was in, I thought I might as well go through the chain of command, and I came to question if such a thing existed. I learnt long ago that asking Loyal was like talking to a cavern wall, royalty were a royal pain in the ass and I couldn't find the Captain of the Guard ANYWHERE. In fact I haven't even met the guy yet. Apparently he's a Dwarf missing an eye. It amused me quite a bit that the Dwarf overseeing our Watch lacked depth perception. This didn't last too long though, because we got a message from one of the Haulers. The Miners hadn't reported back for quite a while now. They were meant to be digging out some shafts and last reported hitting a river in the lower levels. It's probably nothing, so I sent one of the greener recruits to check on it. ----------------- The scout approached from the North-East side of the mine shafts, which is directly opposite the river lieing to the West. The river was strangely shrouded in some sort of foul smelling fog, with figures moving about out from in it. What, the undead!? Where did they appear from? Protect the Miners! Wait, what? Come back you beardless Dwarf! Protect the Miners dammit! Good thing I had sent Hawk to the scene just in case for back up, but apparently he decided filling up his waterskin and HIS WHOLE SQUAD COMING WITH HIM WAS MORE MUCH IMPORTANT. Good thing I had sent Loyal in just in case just in case the back up needed back up an- Oh for goodness- Melfice! Get in there and show them how it's done! Curse those Union breaks! I've heard about beating a dead horse before, but come on guys this is taking it a bit far! The undead skeletons and zombies continued to violate the poor mule who looked to be completely boned before turning their attention to the Miners running around like hornless Unicorns. Apparently the Mule was a pet of the Soldier who fled the battle, and has made him completely depressed to learn of his pet's death. I got no sympathy for him though because he ran away like a prancing Elf at the first sign of trouble abandoning his Mule. The above picture shows one of the newer recruits watching one of the Haulers get his shit ruined by the Animal Molestors for a good 30 seconds before deciding to step in and drive them back. I see our Fort Watch has high entry standards; they must all be handicapped in some way. Mentally or Physically of course, they want equal rights afterall. Right, now that the Miners and Haulers have been evacuated the area we can- wait. Is that blood in the river? Apparently Mr. Lack O' Initiative decided to do the opposite of what his name suggests and jump into the deep end. He decided to go wrestling under water, and then proceeded to get ripped to pieces just moments before drowning. Way to go Drownball Champ. We really should start psych profiling the people we recruit into our army. ----------------- Thadius decided to come out of his room and continue to work on the mine shafts unhindered by the undead, this seems awful suspicous if you ask me. Whiskertapers (A giant skeletal Frog) emerged from the depths of the river to excite his not exactly defined revenge on disturbing his totally sweet crib. He was swiftly cut down by Loyal who decided to stop stuffing his face for a good five seconds and do his damn job. In the mean time another nameless Peasent was cut down by the river of the undead whilst waiting for more soilders to arrive. The fog is still set in. We must prepare for action. ----------------- We had a council meeting that very night, which was pretty much useless. The only thing that was any use was what Thadius (Armok knows how we got him to sit in the meeting, we didn't even tell him.) kept yelling, which sounded something like "You Genics! You Genics!". This Watch needs reform; serious reform. We can't be losing soliders every little skirmish we get into. We not only need better equipment and changes in ranks and logistics, we need real soldiers. Having decent equipment is not enough to protect soldiers and the inhabitants of the Fortress in the place we live. We need to make the perfect solider. A super solider. They will be equipped with the equipment we can forge head to toe and know only a world of battle and hardship. He shall be a beacon of light, he shall be unstoppable. He shall be named Captain Workgill. ...All we need now are some test subjects. ----------------- So let's get this ball rolling again! We still got the whole of Spring to go, who know what's going to happen? Oh yeah, happy 200th post for this thread. __________________ Last edited by Corel; 12-28-2009 at 11:38 AM.