But even so, she's just a baby. I'd be very surprised if you can save the fort from a fire-breather with even the toughest baby.
Breaking news, the fort was saved from a fire-breather by a tough baby.
J/k it was this guy.
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''Sir, I am happy to anounce that the fire-breather Masli has been neutralized by the military! It caused quite an uproar and killed 11 people, most of which we cannot locate because their bodies were incinerated, but the situation is now under control.
-Great. Have the holes patched. Once this is done, have a slab built in what's left of this dinning room to remind people
not to dig holes into a monster-infected volcano.''
In the aftermath of the combat, the Firefighter Domas chopse to bestow a name upon his weapon, a silver mace. Normally this would be a very uninteresting event, but the guy saved the fortress and defeated a powerful foe. Let the population rejoice. Once that's over, he'd be removing hauling duties from a few engravers and miners, to speed up his office completion, and initiate work on the tower and farms extension. Some time later, a full month of peace is interrupted by a ''siege''.
Two trolls have come to lay waste to the countryside, and terrorize dwarfkind. Thankfully, Prime Minister Smunstu is there to negociate a cease-fire.
''Guys, what are you doing here?
-Hey, Smunstu, buddy, whaddup?
-Guys, it's really cool to see you and all, but I'm in the middle of a construction project, and your siege anouncement is scaring away my workers.
-We came to check this weird building. What is it?
-No idea. We just found it one day blocking the brook. Probably some sort of unfinished turbine hall or something.
-Wow, awesome!
-Yes, but... you gotta leave. I'm very sorry. The inspector from the mountainhomes will be here within a week to tour the place and see if we are eligible for a promotion. The place is already a fucking clusterfuck. I can't just add a group of trolls wandering the countryside to the mix. Here, have a gold bar each and be on your way.
-Neat-o, Smunstu! Your uncle never let us have gold.
-Probably because you have no clue what to do with the thing. You are a troll peasant.
-Well, I can... eat my gold!''
One of the troll does so. He starts having stomach aches shortly after. His friend and he decide to leave the region, but not before kicking a random door down. The rest of the month is spent overseeing the arrival of the caravans. This coincides with the mayoral election period, and smunstu spends most of his spare time giving Pencil_Art a hand, and improving her campaign.
The extra planning is a success, and Pencil_Art is re-elected mayor for another year. Her gratitude will come in handy sooner than later, the Prime Minister is certain of it. Right after the votes are cast, Smunstu dispatches her to greet the envoy from the Town of Stroking, and showcase the most recent improvements made to Doomforests. Somehow, the presence of a
rutile-wearing goblin would probably beg for more more explaining than is currently necessary.
''The place is so... so
clean. This is not what my predecessor mentioned at all.
-Oh, people tend to exagerate the little buggy details after such a long trip, explains the mayor. Have you seen the newest suits of armor worn by our soldiers? Our quartermaster Flame is such a gifted woman. And take a look at this new courtyard, built by our Grand builder Longshank.
-Impressive!''
After a week of visiting only a select few areas of Doomforests, the representative from the Mountainhomes agrees to promote the fortress and the surrounding lands into a Duchy. By that time, the caravan has already left, fearing the curse of the fortress. no one can blame them, really. They escorted the diplomat here, and absconded minutes after his arrival. Said diplomat explains that outside of Doomforests, the world is the same as ever, and bid his farewells.
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Had a small game crash, and lost about a month a a half, basically what's described in this chapter. Nothing unscripted or noteworthy really happened, so it'll be easily fixed by letting the game run and queuing back the foundations of the farming building. So far everything is exactly the same, except the name bestowed on the silver mace... This just mean that there won't be more updates until tomorrow afternoon at least.