Over the course of the next three months.
The Trio had established their government… with a lot of help from way more qualified people who didn't only think about Sex, killing or alcohol. They had established their Triumverate… Both the Dwarves and Gnomes agreed that Maro would have ultimate say as he technically was the mouthpiece of a God.
In one move he became both the head of a new religion and the King of Humans…
The population of the Fortress hit 5000 people fast and new people were arriving every day. The true religion, the stable government, the economy was growing extremely fast and they had their own Adventurer's Guild. People had all the reason in the world to come.
Plans were in place for expansion, mines were opened up again to fuel new industry.
They had regular raiding parties heading to destroy any signs of those Demons… one downside was that beastmen were a couple pegs above Orcs and Goblins but now they were killed without exception too.
They posted missions for adventurers to clear the smaller camps and to explore even more Dwarven settlements along the mountains.
The name for their church got a bit confusing, as to what to call the new and old Holy Orders, so they switched the name to the Holy Order of Origin and Creation… not much better but at least they wouldn't have to answer what was new and what was old anymore.
Life was good and it got a bit better, The Dwarves finished his armour finally… and just in time for the Triumvirate to hold their first Public court.
In the Grand hall of the first First floor, stood three thrones… Sitting on the left one was The King of Gnomes… absolutely covered in gold. He added jewels to his gold crown and scepter to make them even more gaudy. He was draped in jewelry across his neck, fingers… anything, every piece of his clothing that could be covered in gold was.
On the far right, sat the new King of Dwarves… his Armour blood red and full plate… trimmed with gold. Impressive and absolutely intimidating to all those who looked upon him, immovable and unbreakable steel. His grey glorious beard, somehow got back some of its colour; it was darker and fuller… braided into a Dwarven style fit for a king.
In the centre stood a giant figure… outfitted in pure white plate armour with intense gold trim as well. His armour matched the statue of the Goddess in all its beauty, the man underneath made it a terrifying sight… His Great Maul rested by his chair matching his armour and on the other side was a great circular shield in the same fashion… However the gold trim around the shield told a story… of how he liberated the people, rediscovered and reclaimed their lands and religion, and how he became the mouth piece of god…
Maro sat down… and hit his maul on the ground to indicate to everyone that the session had started…