It's early spring, the brisk winter air lightens its grip to a softer more neutral temperature, the wildlife frolics through the fields.
Deep within the fortress a mason appoints him self a manager, 'Saint' Nishigam, legendary mason, as well as the mason cult leader.
The masons unite under his rule and begin the construction of a masonic alter as well as finishing what constructions were present before.
The engravers, slightly disgruntled, appeal to the cult for their membership on the grounds they both work with stone.
SUDDENLY: DEATH HO!
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ImageShack.usThe entire military is sprung into action, they rally and grab their weapons to fight the dangerous beast.
*fingers crossed*
The foolish militia of the fortress backs down when they come to face the facts that a wall seperates them from this beast, they are safe... for now.
Too soon to speak the beast manages to get into the farm somehow and it charged at the cook.
The beast makes its way into the fort, the entire militia rushes into action.
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Also apparently you'll have to save the report picture to read it, sorry.
Mid-spring
The alter goes well, my followers have finished the blueprints and we begin construction, a migrant group arrived and many were admited into the cult as masons, they shall serve us proud. A few, such as a great master doctor or some such were allowed to take lodging as their best professions, why let their talents go to waste. I have also taken care of the mayor's lodging issue he had seemed to posess.
Late spring
An elven caravan arrived and we dumped a duck down the alter's sacrifice chute just for giggles, it didn't die but it's mortaly wounded, perfect. with no time to construct a elven capture chamber they get away free, this time... But we shall not trade with such filth.
Going through the trap tunnel there, I found some interesting things, silver warhammer and a bronze whip, I assigned them to some of the militia. We robbed the elven caravan of all their food and booze, as well as whatever else we wanted, mostly medical supplies and a caged black bear, that will be fun.
Well the first goblin down the alter didn't quite die, but that's what experimentation is for, right?
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ImageShack.usGreat news, a frogotten beast arrived with a poison bite, luckily for us, it's in the same area as the alter and it went after our duck. Guess we have a guest to feed.
Fed the beast a goblin hammerer, the beast simply kicked him in the head and ended his life, then again the poor bugger was more or less criticaly wounded by his fall.