Chapter 1
The throne room of the Triumvirate was dark and quiet… but it wasn't empty.
The three kings were sitting in a silent contemplation, a little depressed but mostly they were just tired of all their new responsibilities… they never got a moment to just sit and drink.
They haven't even done anything fun or wild in months… sign this… sign that… don't drink too much while doing your Kingly duties… don't use your authority as king to make women perform sexual acts on you under your table while reviewing trade, spy, military, production reports…. Yada yada…
Even Kadrin, who was the mature one of the three, felt blue… he got married not too long ago to Kassandra and he regretted it. He was a bachelor for 300 years of his life and now he was settled and his wife got pregnant right away… he couldn't even do anything because she was a Queen.
All she did was boss him around… he took a swig of the new Whiskey they had brewed from the ancient dwarven recipe… he couldn't even appreciate the taste…
"cunt" he muttered under his breath
His weapons were decorative for the most part, he couldn't even remember the last time he held an axe in his hand. He took another swig…
How was he honouring his ancestors… he took two swigs in quick succession… and sighed… too depressed to even spit.
Gnarlo on the opposite end of him was struggling the most with his authority… he fucking hated gnomes… so fucking demanding and incessant… he couldn't deal with how needy they were…
He would have killed himself if he wasn't a rogue, can't step one foot outside with someone begging to marry their fat daughters… him and his dumb concession. You give them a safe place to live and they all throw up their daughters to a stranger to gain even a little prestige for themselves.
Gnarlo was the richest gnome, the strongest gnome and the most famous gnome… yet he couldn't even bring himself to enjoy his new bed. Gnarlo had blown a lot of cash to renovate his bedroom, he had a pit dug out and lined with the finest furs…. Then he used his Gnomish spies and merchants to find the 10 most obese humans and dwarves he could find to fill his pit… and he slept on them with Jenny.
The Gnomes didn't let him get an obese gnome for fear of accidentally making a Bastard child in line to his throne… they literally ruined everything for him.
He took a swig of his whiskey and thought about executing some of his gnomes… There were too many around now.
"Fucking, greedy, bastard fucking cunts" he muttered under his breath before taking an extra long swig… at least he wasn't in Maro's situation be thought.
Maro sighed… took a swig of whiskey and then signed again before chugging a quarter of the bottle before sighing a third time and taking another swig…
Maro fucked everything up… if he knew what would have happened he would never killed that Necromancer and liberated the temple… he did all this to get laid and now he hasn't had sex in a month.
With the Goddesses presence back and the re-awakening of the original Holy Order, of whatever the fuck he called it, extremist religious fervour overcame most of the population… including his ladies.
Alleria, Valleria, Katarina and Jintha had all become high priestesses together and devoted themselves to worship… for real for real… they actually prayed to the sexy sounding, humourless deity.
Maro was the first paladin in centuries, he single handedly liberated one of the original temples of worship, he brought all the holy items back to re-establish it here… he thought he was just looting.
And most importantly he had spoken directly to the Goddess and was blessed by her. They thought that his Holy Orgasmic powers were a divine gift from the Goddess of Creation. It was irresponsible to be so carefree with the touch of god
The ladies thought that they were put on this Earth to keep Maro in check, guide him away from his path of sin, take his alcohol away, take his sex time away… take his soul…
He used to get angry and frustrated when he went too long without sex, but his depression took his anger away as well… he had nothing
He sighed and took another swig
His sex addicted harem had all turned into nuns…
"Cough Cough" one cloaked bureaucrat spoke up from in the dark.
"My Lords, the general meeting is to begin in 5 minutes, can we open the blinds my lords?
"Fuck you" Gnarlo whispered
"Excuse me my lord?" The bureaucrat asked
"Go ahead"
The light shone across the room and the three of them were blinded… it took them a while to see that the room was full of scribes and administrators getting ready for today's meeting… Why am I here, they all collectively thought.
"First topic of the day, expanding housing allocation. All three of the races have submitted petitions to have further floors opened…" the official was interrupted
"Done, next, fast" Gnarlo snapped
The official continued "As of today, our population has exceeded 12,500 people… The average number of people we get each week is increasing… we are okay to fit 30k comfortably roughly. We need to think about future growth"
"Fucking migrants" Maro sighed quietly
"Also with this many people coming in so fast, we have a lot of people loitering around… our current institutions can't grow fast enough to employ them, it's only a matter of time before it becomes a problem"…
Maro reached around his throne to sneak in a quick sip of whiskey, only to find it encased in a block of ice…
Maro wanted to cry, that was all he had left… the alcohol never abandoned him… never failed to not be there for him… but now it was frozen.
Maro was still a bit drunk and in his emotional state tried his hardest not to laugh. He had an idea from his old life.
"Make Order Great Again! Build that Wall!"
Everyone looked at him. Maro and Kadrin's souls stirred, it had been a while since one of them had the energy to cause trouble. They were also somewhat drunk…
"Please explain my lord" the administrator inquired
It was tough to explain…
Maro was just pulling at straws to come up with something that made sense
"Remember 2 weeks ago when that woman tried to sneak in that half orc/human abomination and called it her child?"
His holy order had a hardcore extremist faction that just pleaded for a Holy Race War every day… they absolutely murdered that child and the woman was sentenced to be hanged after pleading her case in court… she was young, made a mistake and fell in love with an Orc… when they heard that… people lynched her immediately even the legal officials joined in.
Maro did not give one shit, but he was thinking
"We can't have the possibility of them sneaking in and being this close to the holy temple to defile it with their disgustingness"
"We have a lot of advantages in terms of building a wall, we're nestled into the mountain, all we need to do is build a large semi circle of a wall… to act as a filter"
"We'll protect all the farm land and a couple of kilometres further out to include future growth… we will also build a city, we will artificially limit the amount of people allowed into the fortress"
Kadrin's expansion project was going slow, no one could find any dwarven settlements, outposts or cities from above the ground… they had to wait on tunnels to be excavated and to see where they led… but after millennia of cave-ins it was slow.
All Maro wanted was for the crowd to start chanting 'Build that wall' for a laugh. But it wasn't a bad idea, make everyone doing nothing build the wall and earn their keep…
A project that large would keep everyone busy for quite a while… maybe the trio can sneak off for a vacation.
"Alright with that, we have shit to do people, everyone to work! Build that wall!!!" Maro ordered
"But Sir, we have 24 more items on the list to review…"
Kadrin interrupted him "Build that Wall!!"
"But, but…"
Gnarlo caught on too, a project this size would need a lot of labour… the less gnomes bothering him the better
"Build that Wall!!"
The three idiots didn't manage to convince anyone else to chant. The three drunks just kept bleating 'Build that Wall' whenever someone tried to steer the conversation back to business.
Eventually the officials all gave up and went off to the High Priestesses, The Dwarf Queen and to Jenny to get the meeting points discussed with maturity.