Bloodline:Ironhold Year 1052A

Year 1052, Universe A, of the fortress Datankegeth, also known as Ironhold. The Diary of Urdim "ilmmad" Sibrekuthir, a peasant...

What I Got Myself Into

My life is not in its best place right now. My parents finally kick me out of my house. "You need to do something with your life," they tell me. "We hear there's a group of adventurers moving out to a new fortress, Ironhelm or something like that. But son, you need to leave. Find a wife, get a job." So, with their words still ringing in my ears, I packed my bags and left for the nearest wagon station. Met a bunch of smiling faces, who descended upon me like rats to a scrap. "Going to Ironhold, friend?" "Ready to start a new life?"

Sure, why not. Let's go to Ironhold. Can't be that bad.

And it isn't. Sure, don't have any friends, no well-defined job, or any real skills. I'm the hunter, which is probably why we don't have any meat in storage. Life was fine.

Until the ruler, Sigun, drops the bomb on me:

"I can't take this. I need to spend less time ruling an more time farming. From now on, you're in charge."

Yeah, great idea Sigun. Maybe, just maybe this wouldn't be a terrible sentence, but only if a few changes were made to this fort. First of all, we have shit for security, and I say that without a hint of hyperbole. A few mangy dogs are tied up outside the main entrance, hounds which do nothing but lick themselves and chase their tails for hours on end. The only way they'll notice an intruder is if he's covered in scraps of meat. And the workshops, where do I start on the workshops?

Look, I see what my predecessor was going for here, and for now the workshops work great. The problem is, we have no dedicated stockpiles for input and output of workshops. The large stockpile is close enough for now, but in the future, when we have (hopefully) dedicated workers, we will need a main work area with dedicated stockpiles and the like. Maybe I can convince the miners to help me with this.

We also have a great river to work with, but from what I've heard our last ruler was somewhat of an aquaphobe. So if I get nothing else done this year, I hope to at least have some well system in place. This should give our mechanic a use, because I think he's unhappy eternally smoothing floors.

So begins my term as ruler of Ironhold. Osram be with me.

Granite

1st

So I've been talking to some of the farmers, and apparently they're growing only plump helmets! Next rotation will include a load of Quarry Bushes...Provided we have the means of production, our food stores could double within months. We do have 900+ eats already, but to fair most of it is seeds. I've been meaning to tell the bookkeeper to stop including those when she counts the stocks.

Also, there's a goat in the fortress, but I'm on my writing break! I've been told it's been interrupting people's sleep. Maybe I could stop to hunt it...

10th

I am victorious! I managed to catch the goat in the dormitories, where it had been wreaking tame havoc on the populace! After a long chase, I cornered it and proceeded to rip off its limbs and punt it a good 10 feet. There's no kill like overkill! We'll be eating good tonight.

18th

Just traded some crafts to the elves in exchange for wooden items. I may not agree with the elves' staunch business terms, but right now we are in a wood shortage, so it's better to buy wood than use it for practice weapons and cages. I also bought a few exotic alcohols, for the boys.

Slate

1st

As the plump helmets begin to bloom, a few small projects are underway in Ironhold. I've done a bit to increase defense, with doors(gasp) added to one entrance, and a long path through a bunch of traps guarding the others. More will come. I'm also beginning an expandable irrigation project, which will begin with a main reservoir, with a well drawing from this source. Four or more floodgates will lead into empty rooms, which can be used to expand the system for irrigation, power, or whatever.

5th

Just laid the plans for a magma delivery system that will supply magma to various forges and smelters. By the end of the year, I expect it to be fully mined out and full of magma.

7th

Elephant broke my goddamn arm. Those things are vicious.

13th

I'm told migrants have arrived, pity I can't get up and greet them. I'm told I'll need to rest for at least a month, maybe more. It least I can still draw out plans with my good arm, but I don't think I'll ever experience the thrill of the hunt again. I wasn't too good, anyway.