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Bloodline:Ironhold Year 1053A
Year 1053, Universe A, of the fortress Datankegeth, also known as Ironhold. The Diary of Adam "admanb" Muzishtun, a brewer...
The Story Thus Far
There I was, happily brewing away in a brand-new fortress. Content in my quiet but beer-filled lifestyle.
The memories of my two stints as a ruler of one of these damnable fortresses were slowly draining from my mind. Not that the memories themselves were bad - sure I took over from complete madmen, but they weren't incompetent madmen. When I finished my six-month rule and passed them back to the madmen I was feeling almost optimistic.
What happened then? The gods only know. The fortresses - both of them - simply disappeared. Man, woman, child, and stone - gone!
So here I sit. Desperate to destroy my memories of those fortresses.
That was when our ruler walked into my still and said, "I'm done with this. It's your turn, have fun."
Fuck.
The Situation
Okay, from what I can tell everything seems alright. The previous ruler appears to have been competent and sane, although a little accident prone.
That was what I thought until a dwarf walked into my still and sheepishly said, "Er, sir, the stockpiles..."
"What about them?" I replied, trying to sound friendly.
"Er, they're a bit of a mess sir."
I went upstairs to take a look.
What the fuck.