Moonstone 14
Brief land dispute today. Seems one of the houses I was having built was in direct conflict with grazing land promised to the rancher Neblime. I had to do some quick rezoning and Neblime seemed a bit crossed that I ruled against him but he can just deal with that.
My hope had been to get some permanent housing built before the necessary end of my reign but I'd rather see my debt paid promptly. I've already got the first floor frame of Saint's little shop all built and we're building a scaffolding to finish the second tier immediately. Mining and cutting the stone to finish it will take more time than I have but I'm certain the very capable PK can handle such things. I've also replaced PK with Baffler Growthrim our new manager and legendary stonecrafter in the tavern.
PK has been woefully underutilized as of yet and it's my hope that putting him in charge of the refuse pile will give him time to practice his bonecarving. I don't have the time to build him anything fancy, if he wants his own estate I'll let him design it himself.
Moonstone 28
Saint's estate is almost roofed though there's no floor on either level. I had to stop work to shore up the stone supply. We ran out of conglomerate and rather than digging more stone at potential risk to the miners I chose to supplement it with gneiss they're the same basic color, I doubt she has the eye to appreciate the difference. Enough people pitched in to allow some more home construction on top of that.
Opal 14
My building strategy right now is to get as many homes as possible under construction and to let PK finish them. I imagine the good will he gets from housing these people might smooth over any trouble that may arise from the reigns changing hands. I'm also changing out my furniture almost daily, I'm determined to have the perfect blend of wood and stone and until I achieve it we're turning out furnishings. The good news is that the dozens of pieces that are beneath a dwarf of my status can go towards furnishing some of the new homes. It seems that our little arrangement has been good to Saint. I've kept her stocked with all the ore she can manage and it's enabled her of realize her dream of creating a masterpiece.
Opal 28
Rather than panicking and running away he quickly produced his crossbow and took the animal down. It's utterly massive. As soon as I'd finished inspecting the beast I ran over to the forge and demanded my pound of flesh. The weapon she's been dreaming of creating for her petty little life is now my property. It will be largely decorative but in the event of an emergency I'll draw the bridge seal the doors and hatches, and take up the sword in a more practical capacity. We've both profited greatly from our dealings thusfar the only reason we aren't the best of friends is her stubborn refusal to show me respect as the architect of this endeavor. Certainly a founder and a smith deserves better lodgings than a common pauper but she had the audacity to make demands of me, to try and threaten my economic viability? She attempted to extort what I would have freely given and even after I made it clear that I could crush her at any time but found friendship preferable to hostility she dared insult me further. For that she has paid, the item that fulfilled her life's ambition, the symbol of her pride, is now one of the "gaudy metal baubles" that decorates my home. One more month and I can stop worrying about all this administrative business and leave the forest and all it's monsters to PK.
12 Obsidian. Two weeks and two days until my glorious return to the private sector.
Idiots. I am surrounded by unbelievable idiots. For one year now we have lived alongside monsters and have had no incidents at all, in fact they've been an excellent source of hide, meat, and bones. A blessing even. And then this morning a hunter barges into Silverplum and tells me there's been an accident. His definition of accident and mine are somewhat different.
Bored with the lack of crossbow bolts (we need weapons and armor first then we can worry about hunting equipment) the idiotic hunting party decided it would be fun to tease a wounded giant kangaroo. This is apparently some type of counting coup game that they do in their off time.
I saw to it his body was dragged over to PK's new home so he could tell us that obviously when a dwarf lacks anything resembling a head that dwarf is beyond a doctors help. I had one of the first migrants put on a suit of mail, take a good sword and shield, and go kill the monster they've taken to calling Authormirth for the rather funny story it's created. The creature fell quite easily to someone who wasn't completely stupid and we'll be eating it soon. I'll have a coffin knocked together for Dobar Dodokothos (Dodo I call him) and I suppose we'll find somewhere to... No. My patience is exhausted with stupidity. He's going in the garbage. We're throwing him in the garbage and if PK thinks this dumb bastard merits a funeral PK can provide it. In fact I imagine it might win him a few points with the public.
I'm done. I declare myself a lame duck and will spend the next two weeks sealed inside my manor sipping wine on my balcony, watch the villagers hustle about, and seeing if I can judge the taste difference between giant kangaroo and giant kangaroo that's slain a dwarf.
The Pickled Plum, Midnight, Obsidian 28
"Ladies and gentlemen," Koreg hopped up on a chair to address the assembled patrons. "This year has been quite fruitful. We have built much, overcome much, and suffered much. If the death of our friend and neighbor Dodok has taught us anything then let it be that it is not safe here and we depend on one another to survive. Some of you came here to start a business, some came to work for fair wages, some came out of a sense of adventure, and some aren't quite sure why you're here. Let it be said that no dwarf of Nevertaxed holds another dwarf of Nevertaxed in enmity. We all have our own objectives and there's no reason we can't all see them realized. We must take care to watch out for our neighbors as their problems will inevitably become ours. We all have skin in this very delicate game and we all stand to lose a great deal if things go poorly. And remember, we operate by a very specific set of rules and should anyone even say the "F" word too loudly it's very possible our dreams will be dashed. For the next year Founder PK ,who did his best to save the heroic Dodok, will be acting Overseer. Please ensure that you do everything in your power to make his reign as productive as possible."
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