Sweet mother of Armok, I did not realise how big this town was xD this may be more than I can handle. I'll keep a copy of the save handy in case I can't hack it, but here's a rough intro;
Journal of Thikut "comicraider" Egastkubuk
1st of Granite, 253
I'm so confused.
One minute I'm enjoying some sweet potato wine with the boys in a taven outside Oatmeetings, then after I wake up from the blackout I'm apparently in a "dwarven town" called Mountainbreed. I asked around with the locals to find out where exactly I am and they tell me not only is this town run by a civilization called The Scoured Hames, which I have NEVER heard of, but they're never heard of The Banner of Souls, or the land of Entar as a whole.
In my drunken stupor I've seemingly ended up somewhere no mortal dwarf from Entar has ever been. Have I somehow swam to another continent in the south? Moved between worlds? Are the charcoal smoke and constant fiendish dust clouds finally chipping away at my fragile sanity?
The locals say I've been here since the town's founding three years ago in 250, and have been here since then. IT WAS MID-SUMMER 1071 A MINUTE AGO. Was it a dream? Am I even real? Could this all be a simulation on some bizarre contraption overseen by a sweaty drunken twenty-something who has forgotten what women are?
I'm so alone.
Nonetheless, After I awoke I had been informed by the overseer that I had been randomly selected to run the town for a year. Strange guy, quite pale. Where did these bite marks on my neck come from? Eh, whatever it was is screwed, I have- I'm getting off track.
Looking around the town I found great walls in varying stages of completion, so I should probably see to it that those get finished. As much as I like masonry, we did things a little different in The Banner of Souls. We had small surface towns outside the main fortress made of wood to flip off the Elves, which we would live in while we dug out the fortress itself then used to house visitors to the tavern. Since we all HAVE to live above ground for...reasons, I've decided to keep up my Soulite tradition in a different way.
The walls will be finished, and wooden housing will be built outside to house non-dwarf guests and non-essential residents, to save on stone and provide a buffer in the case of sieges. Also there's a big stone pit thingy with a dead goblin and ettin in it... 'kay.
The outpost liaison keeps lookin' at me funny. I could barely tolerate Urdim Edanrith back in Entar, and we grew up together. Watch yourself, pal.
...wait...SINCE WHEN WAS I A WOMAN?!