Overseer Immortal-D's Log - 13th Moonstone 54"
Hey there Overseer! Oh wow, you're not looking so great. Why so glum?" remarked Shipcat, one of the defenders of ConstructIvory. I had organized a party to celebrate our great victory over the goblins - but damn it all, no one has bothered to attend and the party venue was cramped as a chicken's coop.
"Oh. Nothing in particular.""Oh come on, you can tell me, aren't we on friendly terms?" Remarked Shipcat. It was true, we are on friendly terms, having rubbed shoulders in our duties here in Constructivory, me as the Chief Medical Dwarf and her as an administrator and defender.
"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine.""Oh come now, hey I have an idea that will be sure to cheer your spirits a little. Lets have a friendly competition! Winner gets to to choose the forfeit what do ya say?"I looked up from my seat and gave a long hard look at this Shipcat. I've had it with this whole Overseer business, I just didn't care anymore, and I still had a whole season to go until I got my term re-evaluated, I was in no mood for fun and games. So I made a start to shoo her away, but then an idea popped into my mind.
"So a competition eh? Winner... chooses the forfeit?""You heard me right. Look, I'll even go one further and let you choose what we'll be competing on, what do you say?"Inwardly, I smirked a little as a plan came to mind. This Shipcat's hubris will be her downfall.
"Well. I guess I'll hold you to your word then."The Reign of Immortal-D Shipcat, Winter 54How did I get bamboozled into taking up the position of Overseer? I must have had one too many kegs of dwarven wine last night. All I remember was me trying to to cheer up that poor bugger Immortal-D by having some fun among us beards, and next thing I know we were having a friendly
beard competition instead in which the winner decided the forfeit of the loser.
Contestant no. 1: Immortal-D
Contestant no. 2: Shipcat
But... but... I have no facial hair!
So I inevitably lost, and Immortal-D decided that I had to take over overseer duties for the rest of the year as forfeit! Oh that clever scoundrel twisting my words like that! Well... far be it for me to back down from my promise, I shall approach this new challenge honorably, and try to perform my duties to the utmost best of my abilities. Besides, I've always been rather ambitious if I should say so myself. Every ship needs a shipcat after all, so why not be Overseer for a season? It can't be that difficult right?
14th Moonstone 54So first day as Overseer, I had to report to the mayor to retrieve the Overseer's Logs. Apparently we are to keep a logbook so as to record our undertakings, don't ask why, don't question why I was told. Well not that big of a deal I suppose. Ever since I'd arrived here, I've been mostly self-absorbed in my training per the orders from the higher ups. I've never paid much attention to the work of other dwarves. I made a cursory glance at some of these industrious individuals.
Aye, we sure are a hardy lot to have carved out a living in these harsh unforgiving lands. But not everyone is cut out for this sort of lifestyle however. Take this Tobul for example.
As I make my rounds, I examined the battleground of our latest victory over the Greenskins of The Old Horror; corpses still lay littered in the fields.
Haulers are still busy at work trying to bury our dead.
I made my first order as Overseer to begin salvaging the battlefield. I'm ordering all of the goblin arms to be gathered and melted. We shall not use these arms that still bear the foul emblem of The Old Horror.
Turns out none of the corpses of the invaders are being hauled away, seems like the morgue is already full of corpses. Oh wait, why are we also
hoarding elf corpses near Casa de Pallo? That is simply unsanitary.
*Sigh* Looks like I'll have to do some refuse management around here.
Later in the day, Dobar comes up to me and reports that we are out of lye.
What? Didn't we make some?
Damn it, guess we'll just have to make do with the 3 bars of soap we still have.
Just then, Atis rushed on by me, hauling some gems in her hands all the while muttering some incomprehensible nonsense.
19th Moonstone 54I've received report that that oddball Atis has begun work on a mysterious construction!
I've also found out that the siege operators were launching our newly uncovered adamantine deposits as catapult ammunition. I promptly put a stop to that.
21st Moonstone 54I've been out all day sorting out the trash around the fortress, the old refuse stockpiles are now properly sorted to prevent the more timid of our citizens from encountering some atrocity while going about their daily business.
This new morgue is placed conveniently near an open magma vent for easy cremation.
23rd Moonstone 54A cry of exhilaration resounds in the air, as Atis Lisedled emerges from the craftsdwarf workshop with a work of dwarven ingenuity in her hand -
Worth 16800 urists, but sadly nothing of note depicted.
26th Moonstone 54The refuse stockpile for sentients is working as expected. I've ordered the various corpses to be cremated in the magma sea.
4th Opal 54"Hey mayor, what is that horrible hissing noise coming from the tower?""Oh, pay no heed to it, that's just our bookkeeper. I've heard rumors that she has a secret identity, a superhero perhaps? What with her hiding in her secret lab all day long doing super secret superhero stuff. But who knows really?", remarked the mayor as she gave me a knowing wink.
7th Opal 54I've been inspecting this abomination of a tower that is our Fortress; garish colors, unsafe architecture and all. I vaguely remember how one of the new militia threw herself off the tower a a few years back. Some sort of sparring incident they said. I reckon it must be because her eyes popped out of her head after looking at this monstrosity of a tower, and she just blindly teetered off the tower into open air. Rumor has it that what happened was no unfortunate accident, but the work of goblin spies. To this day, I still don't know what to believe, but this tower could sure use some walls.
13th Opal 54To be a good general, you need to be acquainted with tactics and how to maneuver troops in battle. But, the mark of a
GREAT general is in logistics; having some skill in providing is key to military success. As such, I have a temporary well constructed underground. This should provide us with fresh water even in winter.
Meanwhile, I've been working on a little secret project of mine.
11th Obsidian 54*Shipcat lets loose a fell laughter*22nd Obsidian 54Oh boy, my term as Overseer is coming up soon, in recognition of MY excellence, I hereby declare it to be PARTY TIME! WOOHOO! Hey Aban! Bring in the Wild Boar man strippers! Time to celebrate!
Spring has arrived!OOC: That took waaaaay longer than expected to type out. Fort is hovering around 20+ FPS, dearly tempted to just butcher all the animals to see if it helps. Also, sorry for the loss TheCheeseMaker, who would you like to be dorfed as?
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