Post by Quor on Feb 26, 2009 12:54:28 GMT -5
From the journal of Quor Enôrsolon
19th Obsidian 302:
And so it begins.
It would seem that I have been drafted into service even sooner than I expected at the bequest of my predecessor. Indeed, after but a few hours inspecting the halls of Ringfissures I can certainly see why the fortress is so in need of my services. The place is mess; I can hardly describe it adequately without the utterance of oaths. Mounds of stone fill the corridors, heaped up in great piles along with precious food and delicious alcohol. Fields big enough to feed a fortress twenty times its size sit fallow because the farmers have neither the seeds nor the labor to sow them. Finally it would seem as if every pond within the vicinity has been drained by a labyrinthine network of subterranean channels the purpose of which I cannot even begin to fathom.
Well let it never be said that Quor Enôrsolon is unworthy of a challenge. My first matter of business looks to be a general review of the work force skills and priorities. Sloth breeds elves so I’ll have no loitering in my fortress. Those will appreciable talents will be drafted into the occupation best suited to them, as for the cheese and lye makers, well… There are plenty of stones that need hauling. The myriad of tunnels leading into the underside of every pond within the region is, thankfully, a problem easily solved. They’ll be walled up soon enough lest our enemies use them to bypass our defenses.
Defenses I should probably point out that consist of but a single solitary rhesus macaque chained to our front entrance.
I have a great deal of work to do.
21th Obsidian 302:
Fortress affairs are still chaotic but I feel I am a great deal closer to reining them in under my control. My immediate concern is, as always, the construction of a grand obsidian obelisk, an undertaking of such proportions that the mind boggles out the labor required. Still before any tower can rise its foundation must be true and that is what I intend to ensure in the coming months.
22th Obsidian 302:
I’ve selected an ideal location for the grand obelisk and directed the miners to construct a tunnel to the site. So long as they remain diligent it will be completed with the arrival of spring and I will be able to devote the new year to excavating the foundation.
1st of Granite 303:
I may be at odds with his design aesthetics and inventory management but my predecessor’s early retirement has allowed me to start the year of 303 with the foundation tunnel in place. I’m off to a good start and I intend to make it last. I’ve issued orders for the miners to begin work on mining out a secondary fortress adjacent to the foundation so that they are not forced to slog all the way back to the fortress proper for food and ale.
12th of Granite 303:
Elven traders have arrived. You can imagine my surprise when I learnt we weren’t already at war them. Still I guess it is possible they might have something that the fey Tun Dumatginet might be able to put to use.
18th of Granite 303:
Unsurprisingly they did not. Still at least they were willing to accept some of our lesser rock crafts in exchange for bins and cloth. I have also instructed the masons to wall off the magma forges incase the furnace operator Dumatginet should turn homicidal.
19th Obsidian 302:
And so it begins.
It would seem that I have been drafted into service even sooner than I expected at the bequest of my predecessor. Indeed, after but a few hours inspecting the halls of Ringfissures I can certainly see why the fortress is so in need of my services. The place is mess; I can hardly describe it adequately without the utterance of oaths. Mounds of stone fill the corridors, heaped up in great piles along with precious food and delicious alcohol. Fields big enough to feed a fortress twenty times its size sit fallow because the farmers have neither the seeds nor the labor to sow them. Finally it would seem as if every pond within the vicinity has been drained by a labyrinthine network of subterranean channels the purpose of which I cannot even begin to fathom.
Well let it never be said that Quor Enôrsolon is unworthy of a challenge. My first matter of business looks to be a general review of the work force skills and priorities. Sloth breeds elves so I’ll have no loitering in my fortress. Those will appreciable talents will be drafted into the occupation best suited to them, as for the cheese and lye makers, well… There are plenty of stones that need hauling. The myriad of tunnels leading into the underside of every pond within the region is, thankfully, a problem easily solved. They’ll be walled up soon enough lest our enemies use them to bypass our defenses.
Defenses I should probably point out that consist of but a single solitary rhesus macaque chained to our front entrance.
I have a great deal of work to do.
21th Obsidian 302:
Fortress affairs are still chaotic but I feel I am a great deal closer to reining them in under my control. My immediate concern is, as always, the construction of a grand obsidian obelisk, an undertaking of such proportions that the mind boggles out the labor required. Still before any tower can rise its foundation must be true and that is what I intend to ensure in the coming months.
22th Obsidian 302:
I’ve selected an ideal location for the grand obelisk and directed the miners to construct a tunnel to the site. So long as they remain diligent it will be completed with the arrival of spring and I will be able to devote the new year to excavating the foundation.
1st of Granite 303:
I may be at odds with his design aesthetics and inventory management but my predecessor’s early retirement has allowed me to start the year of 303 with the foundation tunnel in place. I’m off to a good start and I intend to make it last. I’ve issued orders for the miners to begin work on mining out a secondary fortress adjacent to the foundation so that they are not forced to slog all the way back to the fortress proper for food and ale.
12th of Granite 303:
Elven traders have arrived. You can imagine my surprise when I learnt we weren’t already at war them. Still I guess it is possible they might have something that the fey Tun Dumatginet might be able to put to use.
18th of Granite 303:
Unsurprisingly they did not. Still at least they were willing to accept some of our lesser rock crafts in exchange for bins and cloth. I have also instructed the masons to wall off the magma forges incase the furnace operator Dumatginet should turn homicidal.