"Hey."
"Myeah?"
"You ever wonder why we're here?"
Rimtar Gidthuramost shrugged. "We're hauling underground monster shit, right?"
"What?" Feb Alathcilob stared. "You mean we're supposed to be hauling--"
"No, not ACTUAL feces, Feb!" Rimtar shook his head. "That's just gross."
"Okay, but, why ARE we here?" Feb looked around. "There are a lot of things that have been bothering me about the fortress lately. First of all, have you noticed how many of the others are changing their names?"
"Half a dozen or so, right?"
"Yeah," Feb said. "Why can't WE change our names too? WE'RE the ones who do all the work and witness all the crap that goes on!"
Rimtar shrugged. "I dunno. I never thought about it."
"Probably because you lack vision!" Feb paused, then he nodded. "That settles it. From now on I am...'CHAOSEED' Alathcilob, Proficient Mason!"
"What? What's a 'chaoseed'?"
"I am a SEED of CREATIVITY!"
"Right, whatever." Rimtar nodded. "Okay, then I'm 'The Kaspa' Gidthuramost."
"What?" Chaoseed shook his head. "Sure, fine, I won't even ask. But, really, have you noticed anything odd about the fortress? Like how it's totally open for monsters to come in from the second cavern layer."
"Oh yeah, of course," The Kaspa said. "Like how there's that one bar of giant spider fat soap in the stair to the caverns that no one's allowed to touch?"
"Yeah," Chaoseed said. "Wait, what?"
"Or how someone threw up in the stairwell next to that big empty two-floor room," The Kaspa continued with a shrug. "Threw up on ALMOST EVERY FLOOR?"
"What?" Chaoseed ran a hand over his braided beard. "That big empty room near the office suspended by a pillar?"
"Right, the Office of Death."
"What? There's even more wrong with this fort than I figured," Chaoseed said. "I was just thinking about stuff like, the 'moat' that isn't really a moat, yet there's some random wolverine blood in it."
"Oh yeah," The Kaspa said, nodding. "And right outside are all the poignant memorials to wagons."
"What?"
"Heeeeey!" Both dwarves turned to find a messenger running toward them. The younger dwarf skidded to a halt, panting. "Hey...uh...Feb Alathcilob?" He stared at The Kaspa, who jerked his head toward Chaoseed.
"What?" Chaoseed scowled. "It's Chaoseed Alathcilob now!"
"...whatever," the messenger dwarf said. "Listen, Overseer Terrabalt, Legendary Paper--"
"What? Paper what?"
"--has quit her job to concentrate on raising a family."
"What?"
"And according to the secret laws of succession of Shadowgraves--"
"Which means picking at random from a list," The Kaspa muttered.
"--you, Chaoseed, are the new Overseer of Shadowgraves."
The corpulent dwarf stared.
"...What?"
OOC
Myself dwarfed and TheKaspa dwarfed. Terrabalt was already dwarfed, I just felt like providing some explanation for the abbreviated tenure, heh. I haven't really DONE anything yet, but I have some plans. The fortress seems pretty well laid-out! I hope this post wasn't too silly...TheCheeseMaker, I'll get to you!