The Life of Gulf the Overseer, Part 3
15th of Malachite
Gulf walked towards his room, having just spent some time looking at a shale door constructed by a possessed Reg Ororast. While Gulf admired the craftsmanship, it seemed a little odd to put a picture of the artifact on the artifact. After all, how could you make a picture of the artifact before the artifact was finished? You wouldn't know what it looks like, not until you finished it, but it wouldn't be finished until you finished the picture of the artifact on it.
"I guess that's the power of getting possessed by forces unknown." Gulf mused as a crowd of new faces passed him. A new wave of migrants had arrived, sending the fortress to 72 souls. Thankfully, Gulf still didn't have to have any new rooms built, though they had run out of beds. Gulf climbed up to his favorite spot on the windmill and looked out at the surrounding countryside, and spotted something rather odd not too far off. One of the elven traders had never left, and had instead decided to go stark raving mad, and his beast of burden, a water buffalo, had gone berserk. This was accompanied by a stream of dwarfs attempting to
relieve the creature of the goods it was carrying, but they kept getting driven off by the insane water buffalo. "HEY, IDIOTS!" Gulf yelled from the windmill to the dwarfs below. "JUST KILL THE DAMN THING!" Immediately, several dwarfs from the militia ran into the fortress, emerging some time later, armed to the teeth. "Not sure why they need my permission to do that..." Gulf muttered as his forces made short work of the buffulo, claiming the elven goods for the good of the fort.
8th Sandstone
Gulf felt good. At long last he had finished his pet project: The Noble Quarter.
"The mayor should be happy with this for a good long time" Gulf laughed "And a happy Mayor is one who doesn't bother me with asinine requests!" The best part of the Noble Quarter, however, was the revolutionary "Noble Hydration System". Using the artifact floodgate "Eserushil", one could
hydrate every noble living there, and the place was connected to the fortress in such a way that no...undeserving peons would get hydrated. Additionally, he had reorganized the military so that someone else was in charge of it (thank Teshkad), and had constructed a proper barracks to train the small squad. Five dwarfs was overkill, anyway, all they had to deal with was the occasional thief or snatcher. There hadn't even been a single ambush while Gulf was Overseer. Climbing to the top of the windmill, Gulf relaxed. This fortress was a paragon of peace and prosperity, and Gulf would be remembered as one of the ones who ushered in that era. A era where Gulf wouldn't have to worry about anyth-
An arrow thunked in to the windmill, inches from Gulf's head.
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