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[Keldor]

1st Moonstone, 1071:

Winter arrives, and the goblin exercise clinic refurbishment is well under way.  Maggarg's secret project is also nearing completion, and will hopefully be finished by the end of the year.  In addition, the foe sorter is very nearly finished, though I fear it will suffer from the same timing issues as the exercise clinic.

The human siege is still here, and is creating a disturbance among the workers cleaning the battlefield.  More of an annoyance than anything, so I've decided it's not worth the bother to call in the military.

[Keldor]

10th Moonstone, 1071:

The refurbishment of the goblin exercise clinic is complete, save for loading the final cage trap.  It'll soon be time to test whether it now works properly.

[Keldor]

16th Moonstone, 1071:

These humans have become even more annoying than usual, and they're interfering with bringing goblins to the exercise clinic!  I suppose it's time to send in the military.

[Keldor]

19th Moonstane, 1071:

We,ve repelled the humans, with the loss of only one dwarf.  The leader of our marksdwarf squad forgot to bring ammunition, and thus opted to charge into battle weilding his crossbow as a hammer.  I need to get Kazari to take a look into their training, as it seems to be rather poor if ever their commanding officer fails at such a basic level.

[Keldor]

22nd Moonstone, 1071:

Success!  The goblin exercise clinic works perfectly!  I'm going to go get a drink to celebrate.

[Keldor]

3rd Opal, 1071:

Maggarg just came and slapped me on the back, congratulating me on my fine design of the goblin exercise clinic.  He was originally opposed to the idea - I wonder if seeing the goblins getting back into shape cheered him up a bit?

I asked him if this was the case, and he said "Ye betcha I like seeing them getting into shape!  Come see fer yerself!"

I followed him to the observation chamber, and was greeted by a most horrible sight.  Apparently, rather than gently dropping the goblins down back into the clinic in order for them to climb back out again, the bridges suddenly drop away, causing the goblins to hurtle down at an alarming pace, causing injury and pain!  Worse, the goblins have no choice then but to climb out and try again!  The floor is littered with the broken forms of these poor creatures as they try to escape over and over, dragging themselves back up the stairs again and again!  How horrible!

[Keldor]

4th Opal, 1071:

Maggarg just jumped into the clinic!  Whatever does he think he's doing?!

[Keldor]

5th Opal, 1071:

After running around willy nilly for a while among the goblins, Maggarg finally escaped.  He's lucky to be alive, really, after pulling that stunt.  He is rather battered from the fall, including a broken arm.



((What the HELL was Maggarg trying to do?!  This is just the sort of thing he'd grumble about young yahoos doing for the thrill of it...))

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Provin' Dwarven superiority to th' goblins. Looks like th' clinic is gettin' them into th' right shape though.
Flat and messy.

[Keldor]

24th Opal, 1071:

Maggarg's secret project is finally finished!  Today he showed it to me and told what it is.  Apparently it's some sort of chest board.  Maggarg didn't look too happy when I asked where the chests were, though.  Perhaps you're not supposed to know where they are, like some sort of treasure hunt!  It sounds like a lot of fun!

[Keldor]

Journal of Ustuth Elbellogem, King Consort:

24th Opal, 1071:

How delightful!  One of the peasants has created a chess board!  Brings back memories of my sweet tootsie.  She only ever lost one game, you know.  They never did find all the pieces of the winner that time, though.  Later challengers said that losing to her was the most difficult thing they had ever accomplished.  Oh, how I miss her!

[Weeaboo]

I would love to play

[Keldor]

Weeaboo:  Ok!  I'll add you to the list shortly!

[Keldor]

8th Obsidian, 1071:

Today I saw something truely horrible.  Dwarves, with no clothes on, prancing merrily about the hallways!  What would my sweet tootsie think!  I will not put up with this.  Today, we will turn Abbeyverse into the greatest manufacturer of fine cloth the world has ever seen!

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

This consort isn't very observant.