Part 7: In which we conclude our coverage of the humble village of Mastertea
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From the Journal of Gnorm:
9th Moonstone, 552
Traded for the last time of this year today. Now that our town is a bit more self-sufficient, I find myself spending less and less at the depot.
27th Moonstone, 552
The mason has been stricken with the same sort of madness as the cook had before she died. I'll prepare a casket for him.
28th Moonstone, 552
Today I looked over the iridium statue that I ordered as a centerpiece for the lobby of our future town hall. I believe that it shall do nicely.
12th Opal, 552
The river has once again frozen over. If last year was any indication, though, it shall be a thawed in a week.
19th Opal, 552
The soldier that died in the fight against the Man-eater has finally been put to rest. I fear that these caverns shall be full of chambers such as this many years from now.
20th Opal, 552
Our leatherworker has given birth to twins: Blade Zealousblue and Elder Tundrachief.
22nd Opal, 552
Our woodcutter has also been blessed with twins: Darling Appletreevole and Lord Brewedsteward.
25th Opal, 552
Our stone crafter has given birth to triplets. She is now a mother of six!
20th Moonstone, 552
I had forgotten that the atlas mentioned spider-centaurs within range. A worker spotted a thief trying to reach our stockpiles.
Fortunately, our men were ready to show it how we handle thieves in Mastertea!
21st Moonstone, 552
My word! not another one!
Supplementary Entry
Good gods! now there are four of them running about!
23rd Obsidian, 552
One thief lies dead. Her companions, all wounded and gone without any stolen goods. Our mad mason has finally died.
24th Obsidian, 552
Huzzah! the great lobby of our town hall is finally finished. Now we may socialize with a roof over our heads.
28th Obsidian, 552
This shall be my last entry for this year. We have had decent progression this year. Our militia is growing, our industry is expanding, and buildings are growing. We have faced and destroyed a mighty foe, and we have shown a new enemy that we will not come quietly. Next year, will will triumph.
Copy of the 552 Mayoral Report: