Winter
10th of Moonstone
As the year wanes, I have officially signed my letter of resignation. It shall be sent with the caravan; back to the Mountainhomes and the King. My resignation will take place on the 1st of Granite. These past three seasons have been utter hell for me. With sleeping next to Domas- who's flatulence is sheer torture- and having to deal with Ablel and Erib, I'm surprised and proud that I survived with both dignity and sanity. A congratulatory self-pat on the back is in order. Metaphoricly of course, beer will even finer when it is not tainted with the weight of responsibility.
For the remainder of my leadership I intend to oversee the mining of a dining room/ kitchen area and some apartments.
That will be my legacy: fine dining, cheap living (space), and an embarrassing lack of cassiterite.
25th of Opal
The dining area, apartments, and kitchen have been dug out. I'm in the process of having them furnished. The apartments will have to do without doors for awhile. Also a training room has been unearthed 14 levels below the surface. We will use the wooden spears, crafted so long ago, to train our soldiers and torment the convicts. I shall request an experienced doctor to take care of any "accidents." The wall on the surface is being slowly erected. Little by little it grows. Hopefully, it will be finished before spring arrives. Soon mining shall begin on a workshop and stockpile area.
10th of Obsidian
The wall is a lost cause to finish before spring, but I will work my
minions subjects as fast as I can. My hopes are not high as to our progress. The stockpile chamber is also impossible to finish before spring. Here is our progress on the stockpile. Z:-15
I'm a failure of a manager. I'm too easily intimidated by the gruff laborers. My hatred grows daily for Ablel and Erib. They have opposed me at every turn. I believe I now see why the King was so insistent that they came with the initial group. Perhaps I could send them back with the next caravan. Even better, They could
"desert" to an elven settlement. With only a small amount of encouragement, the elven traders would be glad to have some strong
slaves workers.
My only hope is that I will not be blamed for the failures of others. That other's failure will not be assigned to me. If they are, the King may decide I would be better suited in overseeing some zombies...
30th of Obsidian
I bid adieu to this hell that has been my time as overseer. It can only be conceived that I displeased the King in some way. And what a punishment it was, lazy, spiteful miners and discontented stoneworkers. I pray history shall look kindly upon my efforts here. My faith is lacking in that regard. History loves a scapegoat. But I digress, this is my last official journal entry as leader of this fortress. With that I step down.