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1st Limestone, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.

     Autumn has Arrived on the Calender. Which means harvest time is here. The crisp breeze is never enough to rid us all of the foul stench of Ghoul, so I have started building bridges to connect the varied bits of land across the streams, to give them room to hunt, play, and generally stink elsewhere.
     Jreb has been a champion, coaxing information out of our idiot ‘Overlord’, and then relaying it to all of us. This means we can command the skeletons and ghouls to a modest degree, and the Garden has taken shape. The Idiot has demanded that the new Tower be built from the bones of his enemies. Therefore I started with the gibbon that chased him around for a few hours last week, before the ghouls realised got to it, tearing it to shreds.
     I demolished an old wall, fining a rather nice office area, and a vampire corpse. That has been hastily buried in a coffin, with every religious symbol I can find or make nailed to it in an attempt to keep it from rising again. It seems to be working so far.
     At any rate, the skeleton I keep sending digging for stone (a rather nice one, called Dolomite according to Jreb) keeps digging up gems and other semi-precious stones. So if I find myself too worried for my life in this dump, I can go live like a king for a few years back home.

18th Malachite 109.

     Gah! Rival warlocks have arrived. My initial flustered state must not have been recognised due to my overwhelming charisma!
I only say this, humble as I am, because almost as one they went to one knee and called me ‘Overlord’. It strikes me as odd, that these fools would come to serve me when I have not -as yet- made any demands to the world outside. Strange.
     Oh! And there is a womenfolk! A witch in fact! With her beautiful white hair and Azure eyes, we might just be soulmates! I shall write more later, as I need to get one of the ghouls to pick some flowers for me!
     Oh, and I made the less offensively ugly of the males my Steward. He can take care of the little details, and deal with the little people while I can focus on the greater issues. Grand strategy, Arcane studies and courtship of the woman Jreb!

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27th Obsidian, Year 108.


     I, The great and terrible Mekhelb have been banished to the wild wilderness from the nurturing Tower of my Master. I can expect no succour from any of these lands, and as such, my quest for the burning of the world shall commence!

     My former master, ‘The Overlord’ if such a worm could be so called, wanted to sacrifice my grand and nigh-godlike intellect, beautiful hair and unfathomable drive for a meagre spell to save his worthless hide. “Let the God of Death feast on your soul!” Bah! Everyone knows real magic takes pentagrams, circles and such, paltry squares mean nothing in the higher callings of the arcane!

     At any rate, my genius and beauty are unparalleled, and the Bandit King can’t possibly know that I am still alive after his moronic army of halfwits burnt the tower while I, in my magnificence loitered in quiet dignity under the refuse pile with several of the undead, whom I kept occupied fetching and carrying such niceties as might be needed. Supplies for tea, a warm robe, and of course, the only thing luxury that this trip has so far supplied me. My personal supply of Dwarven Syrup.
Following my not inconsiderate personality and charm is one bloodsucker, his name escapes me at the moment, but that mask is not flattering to his already skeletally thin figure. Several stinking ghouls are left at the back of the wagon we managed to commandeer from that farmer. Oh and the farmer and his sons' skeletons are doing as ordered and driving the damned wagon.
     Supply-wise we have what the farmers had in the wagon, mostly berries from the look of it. I set a skeleton to sort it out, but whenever I go to relieve myself in the woods (Oh! How far fate has made my fall!) it ends up going slack-jawed and sits there. Sometimes slack enough that the damned jaw falls off and I have to get a ghoul (nasty smelly things usually beneath my notice) to re-attach it.

     Anyway, berries, some sort of cheap liquor, a bucket, rope, an old axe, two pitchforks, and a bow and arrow that the idiot ingrates tried to threaten my magnificence with. We seem to be out of blood, so, we are stopping at the next river and setting up camp. I need to nip this problem with the vampire in the bud, or I might not live to see another dawn. However, with my supreme intellect, it should be easy.

1st Granite 109

     At the merging of three streams I have decided to set down. With the coming of the new year, and thus my birthday, I have reconfirmed my commitment to my revenge on those whom have slighted me.
     Now to get rid of that filthy bloodsucking threat to my regal life. Regal. I like that. I christen this fortress RegalDoom. Huzzah for the soon-to-be Ruler and Overlord of the ashes of civilisations!

The Warlocks are fairly easy to play, having undead, horribly evil spells and tough minions at their command, as well as the ability to simply make new minions (The skellies and Ghouls) to balance this, and because it is thematically awesome, there are are no more migrants, no civilisation to call new members from.

There is just your small number of warlocks, your skeleton marrying, undead creating, spell obsessed neurotic warlocks.

Plus maybe a vampire or two to eat them. I mean, drink blood out of barrels.

Yep. Never drink from your endangered, valuable and rare warlocks.

So no, there is no "get more warlocks" function after the two migrant waves, and the point is to safeguard them at all costs, as the minions are all expendable. Warlocks (and those filthy leeches I suppose) are not.

so the prisoner ==> skeleton idea via the torture chamber building group was discarded? damn.

thought it'd be something like:

Insert Prisoner. run reaction(at a cost of some type). drops meat and new Skeleton, using soul bones and totemable head to make Urist McBones (or just not dropping them to represent it)

other than that, I am blown away Meph. Nicely done.

With the Monolith, does that mean you could simply wall off a skeleton and a monolith and have an immortal fort (however boring)?

Sorry, not trying to poke holes, just trying to see exploits to close up.

Also; has anyone else had the old corpse from the graveyard attacked by the various opposed to life zombies? no damage, 3 month long combat before my ghoul got around to butchering the old corpse.

Teeheehee! new alpha version!

Thankyou Meph, you Legend.