-5- [Matulkib] (2) - I'm a doctor, not an expedition leader!
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From the Journal of Captain Mustard, Chief Medical Dwarf of Matulkib
28th of Obsidian, 551, late Winter
It has been four days now since Saulius stepped down as Leader of our small outpost. We're all relieved to say the least. Thank Armok for that small section of our founding charter that imposes term limits of one year on our leaders. Elections were held the next day and I was voted almost unanimously (Saulius voted for himself, of course) to take command of the outpost. The inauguration was held yesterday, and after a long (hazily remembered) night of drink and merriment, this morning I began my first day as the elected leader. "Mayor," I suppose, would be my new title, although since we are such a small outpost of only 19 dwarves, it hardly seems fitting.
First order of business was to call a meeting together in the dining room, henceforth designated as the Meeting Hall. I gave a small speech roughly outlining my plans for the next year of the fortress. We currently have zero defenses whatsoever, our entire fortress is open to whatever skulking filth decides to walk right in. God forbid if even a small squad of goblins were to discover us here; we wouldn't stand a chance. My main goals for this year are as follows.
- Fortify the entrance to our fortress.
- Have someone train these useless dogs to defend against thieves.
- Improve living and sleeping arrangements. (I have not had a single night of restful sleep in the past year)
- Expand industry
- Expanded agriculture
After the speech I had everyone make lists of their various skills and I assigned jobs.
Things are running smoothly so far. Tonight I begin drawing up blueprints for the fortifications and expansions to the fortress.
Here is the fortress as I inherited it. one two
5th of Granite, 552, Early Spring
While digging an exploratory mineshaft, Saulius broke through the ceiling of a vast cavern. I immediately dropped everything to investigate. I could hear the lapping of an underground lake below. Construction of a well must begin as soon as possible. I could also faintly hear the sounds of some subterranian beasts grunting and moving about down there, but my measly torch couldn't penetrate the swathe of darkness which enveloped everything. We will postpone exploring these caverns until we have an adequate militia to defend the fortress against whatever lurks within.
17th of Granite, 552, Early Spring
Fortification of the main entrance is underway. Our masons are constructing walls to extend the hallway, and installing a drawbridge that can be raised in an emergency. I've personally delivered my plans for an apartment complex to Saulius, who will use them to carve out our quarters. Once completed, the old dormitory will be converted into additional workshops.
The dogs have been trained to attack kobolds and goblins on sight, and we have them tied up at the front of the fortress to alert us to intruders.
14th Slate, 552, Mid Spring
29 immigrants arrived today! Several of them have military training, and will be drafted into the militia. Constructions continues on quarters for the population, and fortifying the entrance.
I noticed the other day that there is no one managing our labor, so I've appointed myself as manager and ordered construction of a small office for myself, along with some additional workshops.
16th Felsite, 552, Late Spring
An elven caravan was spotted today, hopefully they have some weapons that they're willing to trade. negotiations will begin once they've unloaded all their goods at the depot.
The apartments are progressing steadily. Most of the walls and floors are smoothed and some furniture has been moved in. It won't be long before we can start moving in.
23rd Felsite, 552, Late Spring
The elves bring with them nothing of real value. I went ahead and traded them a few rock mugs for a generous amount of thread and cloth that I can use for sutures and bandages. The few weapons that they did have were useless, made of wood.
26th Malachite, 552, Mid summer
10 immigrants arrived today, bolstering the number of potential militia dwarves, and increasing our population to a respectable 58 dwarves.
16th Galena, 552, Late Summer
A caravan of human traders has arrived and begun to unload in our depot. Surely they will have some decent weapons!
Carving and smoothing of the apartments has finished, although some furniture is still being constructed. Work has begun on a new dining hall with accompanying kitchens and brewery. It'll be nice to eat my meals without a side of dirt and soil.
22nd Sandstone, 552, Mid-Autumn
10 more migrants arrived today.
Construction of a well is underway, awaiting completion of a few mechanisms.
Kobold spottings have been on the rise lately. They're keeping their distance, but I have a suspicion that they're planning something. If any dare to approach our gates they'll surely be torn to shreds by the war dogs tethered there. Still, the frequency with which we catch them skulking around is unnerving...
24th Obsidian, 552, Late Winter
As the year comes to an end so does my time as leader of this outpost. I will resume my roll as Chief Medical Dwarf in the new hospital.
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I feel quite hurt... but then again, that is the goal of a succession game. I play as is my style, and every fort I have these days starts like that, and remains for about a year or two like that.. Good luck though
Yeah, don't feel hurt. It's tradition upon receiving a succession fort to complain loudly about how you would have done things differently, then open dwarf therapist and screw up the carefully constructed orders of your predecessor.
Btw, I like the way you do 3x3 kitchen and stills right off the dining hall, and I also tend to dig mostly horizontal forts even if I know vertical forts are more efficient.
Oh man don't worry. I myself rarely bother to designate a group housing area, I just build messy little rooms wherever I can fit them for the non-nobles. I love natural looking cities rather than extremely neat forts. We're all going to be wildly different, and it's going to turn out weird and awesome by the end.
It was truly bizarre to open a save file and see the wildly different direction the fort had taken from what I would have done. I love how every overseer that comes in has their own sets of priorities, and invariably throws away so much of that their predecessors where working towards in an effort to leave their own mark.
As the months tick down in the end, it becomes a frantic race to complete your own pet projects for fear they will never be finished if not by you. You stop caring about some of the little things because darn it theres only two moths left to finish this and that! Drop everything else!
Then a brand new overseer is brought in and the fort is in disarray. They have to pick up all the pieces and nothing is being done the way they would do it, and this just doesn't make sense. Whats up with all these partially completed projects? You start tidying up some things, finish up the last details of the half finished projects make this place look somewhat decent and start your own project. Then the invasions happen, and the months tick down and disaster has stuck and the months tick away some more and before you know it your time is almost up and the whole cycle starts over again!
wow, that is THE description for succession games. Should be made official by Toady or something.