Overseer Report Year 1294 7
So there i was leading my striking session when i heard the mad doctor has given up. Honestly where do they find these dwarves, if it was anything like my journey here then they just picked up any dwarf they came across. Curse that driver.
Im Avolition Masterbodice, the unfortunate overseer of wherever i even am. It is certainly not my home, green army men, headcrabs and all sorts of creatures and races ive never seen before. Most of the dwarves don't even recognise them, they might know one or two but never all of them. But our stories of getting here are strange, some wake up here, others lost in the fog but me. I was driven here.
It was Moonstone 6th 1294, I was just relaxing with some turnip wine when i heard the wheels of a wagon. I open the door and sure enough a black wagon wafted out of the cold night mist. It stopped by my well and a figure began the process of filling what appeared to be barrels. Being the helpful gal i was, i approached. It was only as i approached did i realise the figure was shroaded, cloaked in darkness. He let out a megar "thanks" as i turned the crank lowering the bucket. It was a mostly silent as we filled up his barrels. It was only when we had finish did he speak again. "We could use a strong dwarf such as yourself for our new fort, would you be interested?" I ofcorse said yes, anything to find someone i could connect with. I was lonely out here. Next thing i knew i was in the wagon, i didnt even remember packing my things.
The journey was long, we traveled "south" , we would occasionally stop at sites but i had never heard of them, we would now and again pick up another dwarf. We were too busy chatting about our hopes for this place that we didnt even realise how alien the landscapes had become outside. By the time i had realised we were emerging from a mist towards a downwards ramp. Next thing you know im here.
Looking through my predecessors notes, i question his sanity. He thinks its the year 6, what nonsense. I ask another dwarf, i get a different date, it happens again and again. The horror of my situation is starting to sink in. Like a cracked veneer, im starting to see the gaps in our knowledge. A group of army men have arrived to trade. Il ask them.
He said its the 11th of Hematite of the year 7. SEVEN THE YEAR WHAT. I panic, it must be a difference in years, different type of year for them. I will just pop down to the library and come to think of it, we don't have one. I will just ask the traders for any books or scrolls, the green men looked puzzled at me. ASKED WHAT A BOOK OR SCROLL IS? THEY DONT KNOW WHAT A LIBRARY IS. THEY DONT KNOW. I ask if they had a map, they did and i gave them a craft for it under the table. WELL THIS IS CERTAINLY NOWHERE IM FAMILIAR WITH but maybe a dwarf here might know of a library location. Some seem to be familar with the concept.
I look at the population list and we have a book binder, i ask her and she looks puzzled too. She names a library she worked at but she cant find it on the map but remembers the forts name. I go back to the army men and ask them for directions and THEY DONT KNOW THAT PLACE, THEY POINT TO THE MAP, THIS IS ALL THERE IS YOUR FORT, YOUR CAPITAL AND TWO HAMLETS. I appologise and sheepishly headed to my room. I was more lost that i had realised and now im incharge of these dwarves. I need to help them, i need to learn more. I need to build a library.
(OOC: Looked in legends and saw no books, no scrolls and no librarys)
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