Diary of Asen Oslanolin, Fishery Worker and Visionary

No God or King, only dwarf!

I am Asen Oslanolin, and I am here to ask you a question: Is a dwarf not entitled to the precious bodily fluids of his beard? "No!" said the dwarf in the mountainhome, it belongs to the king! "No!" said the dwarf in the temple, it belongs to Armok! "No!" said Deler Dorensherik, it belongs to everyone! I rejected these answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the improbable, I chose... Megiddo. A fortress where the artisan will not fear the mandate, where the fisherdwarf will not be bound by petty morality, where the small would not be constrained by the big!

In my dream the fortress extends deep in to the soggy mulch beneath us, spiraling down in to the wet underworld rich in life giving water close to world's core where it is still warm.

Upon waking I quickly appropriated an empty room and gathered the equipment necessary to start work on my utopia, I soon had all I needed to begin producing pumps, floodgates and other mechanisms. I quickly realised that we lacked any materials suitable for the construction of such things. Little matter I thought, an ingenious system of tunnels, overflows and management of water pressure will suffice to realise my dream.

As I dug, it occured to me that, as good as my idea was, perhaps I wasn't thinking big enough. In all areas of design, some of the best ideas have come from observing nature. It came to me then: Water is the source of all life, over 70% of our bodies are water so why shouldn't over 70% of our fortress?

I dug a channel from the river to the now empty lake and a shaft down to the lower level of our fortress, soon the life giving water will enrich our little home.

I've asked everyone to meet me downstairs so I can tell them the good news.