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10 Granite, year of Armok 204Dwarves are drawn to adventure and challenge. Can't be helped, it's a fact of our biology, just like how Elves are inherently weenies. Still, in the same way you wouldn't expect a Medical Dwarf to pickup a sword, the skills that make me an exceptional defender are not well suited to the more sensitive issues of leadership.
Work for yourself, earn your own skills. I just can't understand interacting any other way. Which probably explains why I need to reverse my previous statement. I didn't even know the last Overseer had even assigned me squadmates.
Still, I suppose I can't blame anyone for seeking the leadership of a fabulous Dwarfette like myself. Crew cut, thick of face, and a whistle that can pierce the clouds. I am, as I've heard the Humans say, 'the hotness'.
Right then, let's see how our Fortress is coming along. I've been minding my own business, focusing on training. I'm sure that if checking were in a thing, somebody would have told me.
A quick tour reveals the state of our operation to be... questionable
Bloody logs (not a figure of speech), a pile of bars overflowing, and freaking hole on top of a poorly installed grate. One false step, and that whole structure will collapse upon itself.
Oh, and whoever started this fool's errand (
cough, QuQuasar) neglected to bring spare clothes for anyone, apparently not realizing that the stresses of salt water and open-air living will shred fabric worse than those Giant Crabs.
If I never again have to look at Staalo's battleaxe swinging free while he chops trees, it can't be soon enough.
*cracks knuckles* I may be a little on edge from the non-stop training (even a fine lady like myself needs some creative downtime), but I can keep it together a bit longer. Enough to get us some permanent security, that future Overseers might set up proper working conditions for everyone. I know that rookie recruits who don't get any relaxing time will just be time bombs down the line. Of course building on the ocean itself is essential, as we must all respect the rules of the Fortress.
BWAHAHAHA. Oh Armok, I almost got through that with a straight face. Gods no, the ocean can go screw. Hmm, well maybe not entirely. Those hoople heads who dained to call themselves Overseer might get snippy. Well it's like my Pappy always said, "If you can't ignore the rules, then bend them. When somebody accuses you of cheating, punch in the face." If I can't order building further inland, then clearly the solution is bringing the ocean itself to the inland, then nobody can say I broke the rules. Although, it might be worth my time to organize some clothes-making first. So many Miners & Tree Slayers, so many holes in garments
*shudder*To be continued!