1st Granite, 38
A shout went up in the dining room. "Let it be known, good dwarfs of Inodsosad, that it is the decision of this fortress's ruling counsel that we have a new overseer!" This shout was greeted by a general noise as the dwarfs in the dining hall tried to figure out when they had ever had a ruling counsel. "Ladies and Gentledwarves, allow me to present to you, Gulf Ginonmeng, your leader for the year!". A few ragged cheers arose, but for the most part, the dwarfs cared not for who bore the torch. After all, little hardship (other than the lack of ore) had befallen their fort, and dwarfs are creatures of tradition. If it was tradition that the fort didn't get attacked, then that was how it was going to be.
8th Granite, 38
Gulf leaned against the north wall of the wooden palisade situated on top of the fort, chewing absently on a plump helmet. This fort might be home to over half a centum of dwarfs, but it still had little of value. What they needed was to find the best craftsdwarfs in the fort and order them to make random junk, then recruit a jeweler and have him glue bits of shiny stone all over the items. Apparently traders ate that stuff up, metaphorically speaking. Gulf finished his plump helmet and headed down to the legendary dining room, which the last overseer had made the decision to pile all of the fortress's food in the middle of. After some searching, Gulf had Kib Berkastar and Abel Lok-something-something. "I don't care if your rusty at this!" Gulf yelled "Go make stuff to throw at those caravans!"
19th Granite, 38
"Not sure why anyone built this thing" muttered Gulf, standing atop the windmill. "But I do appreciate the view, wonder what the other overseer had in mind? I'll have to ask him...". The dwarf's thoughts were interrupted by another of his kin rushing up the windmill, out of breath.
"Overseer Gulf! It's Asmel Nathtun...he's acting...strange!"
"Good strange or bad strange?"
"Not sure yet, sir, he's running around gathering random objects..."
"Well, Teshkad help him if he needs metal bars, because we don't have many of those. Better get a slab ready, just in case."
1st Slate
Gulf walked towards the mason's hall, where Asmel's great construction had just been finished. This was perfect! Just the sort of wealth the fortress needed to become revered across the lands, a testament to dwarven skill and strength. A crowed had gathered about the mason's shop Asmel had been using. Pushing his way to the front the crowd, Gulf beheld...
"Huh, a flood gate. Not sure if we're going to need that" Gulf thought. "And how does one make a picture of a hidden moon, anyway?"
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