Year 205, the rule of Mitch
Chapter 10: The Great Preparation
Winter is coming. We're not even close to ready for the Great Plan; that which the voices in my head sent down from
gods will make Spearbreakers head-to-waist greater then any fabled fortress of old. Deathgate, the fortress that conquered hell? Hah, a deceased relic. We will best the method of dropping a mountain on the heads of demons. Syrupleaf? Our land is even more hostile; with a sky that bleeds, the undead siege us and the Spawn are even greater.
The Plan is coming, and soon we will display the wrath of our gods,
thousandfold.12th Sandstone:I've sent miners down to dig out our battlefield. I have not officially told anyone what I am doing, but the miners are starting to rumour.
Rodge has created an artifice bed, made from coal! Artifact, flammable rock are blessed to never stop burning if lit. How can we use this...? Or if we cannot, how cool would it be to have a set of smoke chimneys?
21st Sandstone:Migrants! In the middle of a Spawn siege! Open the gate and run!
Luckily, some make it. The Spawn are on the other side of the fortress, killing the constantly re-animating dead.
Uhh, never mind. Send in the squads, protect the migrants! I want that high-master weaponsmith in here now!
Four(!) migrants make it in, the one caught by Spawn dodging in the right direction and escaping. The military took down the Spawn that got in, and the gates were sealed. Five outside were left for dead.
15th Timber:Aha! Goblins! An enemy we can kill! Open the gates, it will be fun to watch a lot of things die that aren't us for a change... I do hope the goblins find and kill the necromancer too.
21st Timber:What the hell?! A murderous ghost of one of the 'traders' killed a farmer! We must
quickly memorialise this monster.
Goblins went on a massive zombie killing spree, yet failed to kill any necromancers. Still, it is nice to think that we're excited over the arrival of goblins, whilst others fear them.
2nd Moonstone:Ah, I have come so far in only half a year. Our military is fully equipped with arms and armour, and I believe it is time to enact The Great Plan...
Addendum: If anyone else finds this journal, it means I have failed. Pass on overseership to Domas, he's a right-minded fellow. You're probably wondering what happened to me and the entire army of Spearbreakers; if I have indeed failed, I implore you not to go looking for us. We went to 'strike the earth', just as the gods have commanded me, like an ever-beating drum in my head. Use my journal as a guide, but do not follow my glory-hungry quest.
PS. I haven't been writing in great detail my last few pages; have been quite busy with the logistics of The Great Plan, along with a few trivialities whose mention will only waste both of our times.
Signed, with you in bouts of great insight, and bouts of great stupidity, Mitch.
OOC: Here it coooomes.