131-01-01
I need alcohol to get through the working day.
My name is 'Tournesol' Singeddaggers. I am a survivor of the Massacre On Children of 129 and the Purge Of Children in 130. I need alcohol to get through the working day.
The last two years I spent hiding from the Monster - in fact I stayed out of sight of all and any adults until I came of age a little more than a month ago. I did not trust them not to hand me over to the Monster.
My life's goal was to avenge myself on the Monster, but he is gone now. He doesn't even have a grave which I can desecrate. There is nothing I want to do other than stay drunk. I need alcohol to get through the working day.
Nobody really wanted to take over as Overseer after the Monster. Noone cares anymore. People are unhappy.
But there has to be someone, and what with people feeling guilty about the child-killings and not caring about things, it was decided to appoint the youngest adult among us as Overseer. That is me. All hail Tournesol, Yo ho ho and a barrel of booze.
I shall strive to use my time as Overseer to ensure I am safe and stone blind drunk. In happiness lies safety, for truly we have seeen the enemy, and he is us. And happiness comes from a surplus of available booze, the more, and more varied, the merrier. Also, I need alcohol to get through the working day.
It is all very confusing.
Misty threw a tantrum a few days before I was appointed. It seems noone was hurt. I told her to lay off work for a while and focus on boozing.
The (other) Monsters in the Depths worry me, I have ordered the lever which controls sealing them off from our fortress walled in.
Whenever I am in the company of others I get nervous. What if they suddenly seize me and throw me into the magma? I have left my militia squad and will use my Overseer privilege to acquire my own, and very safe quarters. I shall become a brewer and work in a safe place. The outcast Urlance has been skiving in her hut long enough: She has been assigned my place in the militia.
I am also taking steps to augment food and drink production and assigning more Dwarves to the military, as I hear the Elves may be on the warpath. Or in the war-trees, whatever. When people are feeling better I'll try to get everyone into some squad, even if only armed-citizen ones. Just so they can fight if needed.
So much to do, let this be enough for today, I am thirsty and weary.
131-01-15 through 21
An Elven caravan arrives. Two days later, their diplomat shows up. The duchess and me met with the Elven envoy, Emofe Damitiariva, who proved to be both arrogant and unpleasant. Straight away she demanded to control how much wood we cut.
We refused her demands and then listened to her news of war.
It looks like the world is turning into one big joke! Be that as it may, she bid us farewell in a disdainful manner
and then proceeded to call me 'Sun Flower' and suggest I must be descended from Elf-friends. This is where I lost it completely! A word of advice to you all: Never get me mad! I immediately ordered to seize the caravn's goods and kill our unwelcome Elf visitors.
And so it was done.
No Dwarves were harmed in this action. Zan Athsersazir Oburbungek, Swordsdwarf of the Ducal Guard, fought with his willow crutch.
Notably we are still not at war with "The Tender Cobra", the civilisation of the Elves.
In between, Misty slipped into depression. I can only hope time will heal her.
As Granite ends, Workclench fills with the sounds of industry and drunkennness. Work on my chambers are progressing nicely, and *am* I going to throw a party when they are done!