9th slate
I just remembered that being trader means I need to trade.
That's not too bad, I like speaking to people.
Especially if they don't attack me and force me to remove their arms.
The sad thing is it also means talking to the elfies, and they aren't
very nice to me at all. It's not as if I cut down trees, I just like
rolling around in sawdust because it smells better than vomit and
dirt.
And I like my wooden bed because it's almost as good as a warm floor.
Oh, and they look down at me, although I suppose they don't really have a choice because
they're hideous mutants with oversized limbs.
That's what the voice called Elfslayer Treebutcher the Death of Forests
tells me.
10th slate
I took a lot of things into the pile of things we want, like
barrels, drink and food.
Oh, and a little wooden boat for me to play with <3
Apparently elves don't understand money, so I'm just going to assume
that all this stuff is a great big prezzie.
They didn't stop me, anyway.
Now we have enough booze to last us about two or three months.
If we keep making lots and lots of barrels we can actually
brew some and keep our food in barrels.
Dusty trampled food isn't nice.
12th slate
My sarcophagus is finished today. It looks very good.
Apparently they've forged it from a special iron that only rusts a bit
so that it'll look
really awesome but still keep me safe
so I can be a ravenous zombie and eat adventurers that come into
my marvelous tomb.
Mmmm, brains.
13th slate
I was going to do something but then I ate some food and now I don't
remember what I was going to do.
This makes me very sad.
I will draw a sad face
15th slate
I found a little house outside today.
It looks like a human house. Which is very odd, because I've never seen a human house
before in my life. Therefore it is especially funny that I recognise it.
Perhaps I'm secretly a human and no-one's told me yet.
that must be it.
17th slate
I'm not a human. I can't bang my head on anything, no matter how hard I try.
I won't even go all funny when I drink a lot of booze. I especially
can't ride a horse.
Definitely not.
I'm going to sit in the nice cold cave river now.
Nice, soothing cold river.
20th slate
I finally assigned my tomb to me today.
Now I can eat brains in style.
The voices are actually quite happy about this and have hardly argued at all.
21st slate
I'm chopping down lots and lots of trees and making barrels today.
Well, not me personally because I can't be allowed sharp axes, but
the people that I'm allowed to tell what to do.
I asked a dwarf in purple robes if he wanted to help because he wasn't
doing anything and he started shouting "Off with his head!"
I don't think anyone was actually listening because my head is still on.
24th slate
I heard some very very loud sounds in the depths of the fortress.
I went and looked for them, as I am a miner, and it is my duty to ensure
the tunnels are safe and free from blockages.
That's what the book says, anyway.
I found a rough cavern full of youngish dwarves with funny looking
instruments, a bit like harps and drums but kind of squiffy.
One of them was shouting into a box full of springs and wax cylinders.
Apparently this is music with rocks in.
I don't know why it's called that because I looked at all of it and there wasn't
a single rock in it. Not even a pebble.
Silly dwarves, thinking I don't know what a rock looks like. I showed them
one so they could see what it looked like.
They looked at me like I was insane or something.
OOC
Beeeeees