Part 3: In which four halflings set about to rebuild the settlement of Mastertea
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From the Journal of
Gnorm Foul:
2nd Malachite, 555
I have perused the past few entries of this journal for the last two hours, looking over the thoughts of the madman that was once in charge of this village. I know not why he chose me to take command of the town, as his last entries seem to indicate that he had planned to kill me along with the others in the hospital. Perhaps, right before he died, he came back to his senses and hoped I could right his wrongs; perhaps he was just under the delusion that his settlement was still alive and well, and that it simply needed a new leader. Whatever the case, I am now the official leader of whatever government is left in this town. I'll need to quickly formulate a plan, as injuries have trapped me in the same hospital as Mayor Greenwitch found himself in, and I fear that I'll succumb to a similar insanity.
7th Malachite, 555
Even during the collapse of this settlement, some still cling to the concept that there is a better life for them here. Following my predecessor's example, I shall list the migrants by their professions.
1 Bone Carver
1 Hunter
1 Child
This small family may indeed serve me in my plan.
15th Malachite, 555
Today, I make my final act as mayor of this settlement. Going by my predecessor's original plan, I am going to seal the exit of these catacombs; the difference between my plan and his, however, is that I will remain inside. There are four whom I have ordered to remain outside and entomb us, the current sheriff who seems to be safe, and the recently arrived family.
If, by the sheer providence of the gods, I recover from my injuries, I shall make my escape through the caverns beneath, avoid the reaver ants, and find an exit to the surface. Some must, however, remain on the surface and take charge of the town, to rebuild it for future migrants to live in. For this purpose, I have relinquished my mayoral authority to the sheriff, who will control the city by herself. This journal is my gift to her. I feel that, since the first two mayors recorded their thoughts in this book, the third should continue this tradition.
Farewell, sun and moon that reign over the skies. Never again shall I behold the beauty of ye.
From the Journal of
Gnorm Foul Psyche:
18th Malachite, 555
I have completed the floor that has sealed the insane population within the earth. The only souls that remain above are the family of three, a few melancholiacs who did not obey to orders to go inside, and myself. Mayor Chiefdesert promised that she would return as soon as she found a means to escape, and that she would help me rebuild this town; we both knew that she would die down there.
As the new mayor, I do indeed has a mission: to save the small family that has not been here long enough to be insane yet. The farm yields pumpkins, and the mother and her daughter seem to be willing to help grow food. It won't last long, but there are only four of us.
I have ordered the depot rebuilt; it will be necessary to reestablish connections with the neighboring civilizations. Lastly, I plan on building and moving to a new town hall, as the former one is covered with bodies, blood, and vomit.
Whatever should happen, I am determined to fulfill my duty as mayor of these lands.