I occupy a 2x3 office and that's it. Don't mind the stairs under my desk
Great, more stuff to find, and then somehow implement into the story. I'm really lost in the fortress, it's so damn confusing. Where is the damn dining hall?! Did none of the previous leaders think to bind the F1-12 keys?
The previous leaders were Sprin, Gwolfski, Apiks with a crown, and Th4DwArfY1, Only Th4DwArfY1 was sane, We are lucky the place is still intact.
I like how you define 'intact' as burned, flooded and covered with blood and corpses and no military.
I'm an optimist
I mean, not all the forumites are dead.
And we finally have a sane person back in charge
I really wouldn't be too confident about that. Might as well give you guys something to work with though.
Journals of Carefulrogue II, overseer of Necrothreat, reining from 21st Felsite, 553, to 21st Felsite, 554Date: unknown. Timescale: unknown
Darkness. That’s all I remembered after some mind numbing pain. Fire, injury, darkness. Funny, it seems to play a repeating pattern in my head. As if I’ve experienced this before.
I’m probably dead. No way I survived… what was I facing before? I don’t remember. So tired, so exhausted.
Where does my soul go now? I don’t think I’m in Ur’s grasp, at least not yet. This place does not seem to be a prison. Neither do I think I’m in the torturous grasp of Armok’s. Where am I?
Did I just hear something? I swear, I heard something! Maybe I’m not dead. Hell, the doubt is probably evidence of that as it is. Will it return, will it come back?
“
Get up Vabok, there’s work to do…” Yes, but where do I need to go?
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Northwinds, I got a report for you...” Huh? What-
Carefulrogue’s eyes shot open, his eyes stared up at the ceiling of a small room. With a groan, he reached up and massaged his eyes. He recalled in scattering details the state of the fortress, and raised himself to a sitting position. He vaguely was aware his dimensions were not the same as he remembered, but then he remembered being a prow weapons master of bow and spear, despite knowing he couldn’t wield either with efficiency.
He mulled everything over in a matter of minutes, and came to a decision. He didn’t have time--at least not today--to worry about such trivial and confusing things. He had to go out, and remove Gwolfski, from power. Madness will not be tolerated in positions of leadership.
I made haste to where I now knew where Gwolfski stayed, asking a few questions when I couldn’t find him immediately. Eventually, I was directed to a room with two fools, one of them his target.
“Gwolfski!” I yelled. “You’re out! You’ve screwed us, and your leadership is lackluster. I’m taking control.”
Gwolfski gave him a quizzical look. “And who are you?”
“Care-” A splitting headache struck me mid-sentence. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and I swallowed, feeling the taste diminish, but not go away. My tongue flared in pain. Fighting through it, I said again, “Carefulrogue.” The second spike of pain was just as bad as the first, but I fought through the veils of red.
Gwolfski looked around, and then at me. He seemed to have something to say, before biting it back. He nods, roughly, muttering, “alright, if you want the responsibility.”
I turn away, off to find the manager, if he’s still alive, and the bookkeeper, if he still has a book to use. Time to get some actual work done.
The next few updates will probably administrative style reports, so I'll maybe see if I can get something interesting to happen, and resolve events from there.