Diary of Randall Fragg, Godemperor and dictator for life
Entry 6:
Huzzah, for on this most glorious day, the anarchist peasant regimes of
@Hat and Dofnastia have been booted out of office, and I assume my rightful place, as only my supreme wisdom can guide our fair fortress.
As the attack by those foul humans attests, we cannot afford to wait around toying with Dorfnastia's obsession with silver. Bah, it's the most elvish of the metals.
Dorfnastia did, however, construct a very nice bedroom for himself.
I have designated it The "Emergency Bunker", and will expand it's facilities, adding a locking drawbridge outside of it, additional food stockpiles, and spare bedrooms. I realize that my political enemies still have considerable sway among the outpost's citizens, and by allotting them space in the bunker, transactions will go about much easier. If we must agree to "rotate" leadership, the one in charge will sleep in the main bunker bed, while the others will have to make do with the bunker's spare rooms.
The idea behind the bunker is simple. If the fortress were to ever come under attack, the important one of society will take refuge in the bunker and command the battle field from afar. If the fortress were to fall, we will be able to burrow our way out of the bunker through a stashed pick and the escape tunnel, fleeing the ruins with the chance to start anew.
Next up, military matters. I've noticed a significant lack of preparations for military engagements. Worse, I couldn't find the lever to draw up the bridge, so I've built a new one.
It's the one that will be in the blue space in the southwest corner of the drawing, just so I don't forget and flood the place with magma.
I noted a distinctive lack of traps around the front entrance. To remedy this, I have torn out the old trade depot and am currently building a new "trade entrance", complete with a dual bridge safety lock.
Also I have built a line of weapons traps with the stuff scavenged from the caravans. Yeah, the humans wasted the caravan guards. Good for us, as they had some cool steel stuff.
i had to tear up the road, both to lay traps and to provide close materials for the Arrow Pillboxes.
When completed, these fortifications shall allow the Arrow Spammers to rain death upon advancing foes from safety, fouling our attackers.
Entry 7:
A couple of useless migrants arrived today. Wax workers, fishery workers (we don't have a lake or river around us for 38 miles), and assorted bums. (NOTE: I'm sketching out plans for a 'migrant camp' to get rid of these useless bastards. Call it something unassuming. Dwarven Emigration Management Agency?)
I mean, look at the history of some of these bastards, like this useless feg here. Let's see...
Okay, I take that back, this guy can stay.
Fragg out.