Baltiel, I'm so sorry for your loss...
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14th of Malachite, Mid Summer, 4th Year
I steal away from my work to write this, so it must be hurried. The human traders are here, and they have brought many goods. We have brought more, and most likely could by their entire stocks if we so choose. I have informed our own trader to request weapons and leather to make more armor with. I have also requested any chain and plate armor to be bought, as we are in constant need of supplies for our military. We do not need food, but I recommended buying some meat so we could have more than mushrooms for dinner once in a while. That broker of ours is a fine lass, in more ways than her mind. We've known eachother for a long time, but not very well.
Alas, I stray from more important matters. There has been some whisperings of that dear Skedrin being up to something new, nowadays. I just hope it's something less exerting, for his sake, watching him fly through rocks, and now trees, is truly something to behold, but It's gone to his head, and not in the normal sense. All he has now is his body, and not an ounce of brain. I shall have someone follow him for a while, and see what he is up to.
-Mayor Guln Shoddrah
21st of Malachite, Mid Summer, 4th Year
Finally the traders have left, and with them much of the confusion and chaos. They also took a good deal of the goblin armor around here as well. The stuff is useless to us, but they found it pretty valuable. We made off pretty well too, we took all of their food and much of their milk that they had for trade, as well as some precious metals, these we bought so their wagons could take the weight of all the crafts, and some weapons and shields. They aren't the best quality, but they're better than nothing.
During the chaos, my hired shadow found out what Skedrin is up to, and his new friend Octavin. I haven't actually met this Octavin before, but I've been told he used to be a farmer. Apparently, Skedrin and Octavin got into a small scuffle, which led to Skedrin, thankfully, throwing his lumber axe down, and starting to wrestle with Octavin. Being as strong as he is, Skedrin was the obvious winner, but Octavin put up a good fight. They also had so much fun, that they went against they're jobs, and started a partnership where all they do now is practice wrestling. (Note: This isn't the first time Skedrin has randomly reassigned himself. He would still be a miner today, if he hadn't decided to go berserk and start cutting down trees. When he mentions his being reassigned during his portion of the journal, he doesn't mention he reassigned himself.)
I consider Skedrin my friend, so I will make sure he isn't ever actually put into the field. Maybe a fortress guard would be a good position for him? Actually, we don't have any Fortress Guards, not even a sheriff. I will need to fix this.
-Mayor Guln Shoddrah
25th of Malachite, Mid Summer, 4th Year
Today is a day of mourning, left alone to sulk in his depression, Fahrm Beehd, has died from dehydration. When attempted to force liquid down his throat, he would spit it out, and lash at anyone near him. His death was his choice, and even with this less than noble demise, he shall be remembered with great reverence. He is being moved to his Tomb today.
That Is All -Mayor Guln Shoddrah
4th of Galena, Late Summer, 4th Year
Armok be damned! No matter how blasphemous, there must be no more blood for the Blood God! He has too much already! First our military is damaged in that goblin ambush, and now this!
I shall try and keep this as factual as possible for the sake of history: Today in the middle of the day, a carpenter in the Barracks went berserk. In a normal situation, this would have been dealt with quickly, and fatally. He would have been silenced, and put to rest. Not this time. This time the only ones in the barracks with the now berserk carpenter were two fortress guards. That would have been fine, if they weren't currently wounded and rested. One with a broken hand, and the other with a broken leg. Both were asleep, as the carpenter came down on them in turn, ripping their bodies to pieces with his bare hands. By the time the military showed up, they were both dead in their beds.
The first of those to show up was Bastion, the accidental murderer of Baltiel. With his hammer, he swung once at the carpenter, severely damaging his leg. This would have been enough to send most people into a comatose state of pain, but not him. In a berserk rage, before Bastion could swing again, his hand was broken. Having no way to attack with his weapon hand, he started swinging with his other. By now another hammer dwarf arrived, and with his arrival, a burst of blood, and Bastion's leg was on the ground, pooled in blood. The 2nd hammerdwarf made quick work of the carpenter, then knelt at bastions side, and listened to his last words. They are as follows:
"You stole my kill, you... bahh...sss...t.... *Cough, gush, spurt*"
In four minutes, four were dead. Now as I write this, I here that several others are going mad with grief as well, including our famed miner Legus Lorken. If he breaks and starts killing people, it could be fatal to many people. A burly man like him with a mining pick is dangerous stuff... We need to stop this now.
-Mayor Guln
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