-We’re sorry, we historians weren’t able to date this journal entry. We suspect it was but a few days after the orcs came.-“Hello Cerol. I see that you haven’t had much to do lately.”
“No I haven’t actually.”
“How would you like to be the new official fortress broker?”
“Really? You mean it?”
“Yes I do.”
“Oh thank you! This is the best thing that anyone can do for me. But, I have no experience with doing anything that requires my broker skill. Which does not exist”
“Doesn’t matter. I always have a plan. Now, go and practice with those orcs and see what you can get for us.”
“Yes sir!”
Yes, I chose Cerol, kind of like a friend to me, to be the new broker.
I think we will get along nicely.
A note to all rulers: Do not dare replace his position unless he dies.
Something important to note. I accidentally called myself Captain Coder, when I meant to call myself Capitan Coder.
OH NO! Human traders too!? At the same time as the orcs!?
What will happen?
“Hey, you, yes you.” The large orc stands impatiently in the trade depot.
A nearby dwarf hauling items to trade, “What do you want”
“Where is the trader? You dwarfs don’t know how to do anything right.”
The dwarfs stare at each other.
“Capitan! Capitan! Cerol is gone”
“WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE!? You dwarfs never do anything right.”
This is great, just –
WHAT!? HOW DIDTHAT HAPPEN!? Ok, I guess I blocked off that thing too soon. I’ll have to rebuild the up/down stairway so that the orcs don’t leave without our garbage.
Wagon wheels rumble as a long train heads for the towering entrance of the dwarven fort.
“Wow, that’s a sweet entrance.”
“Heh, I heard that the orcs beat us here.”
Cerol comes running up to me and points down the mountain.
“Danm, how many wagons do they have?”
“I counted 5”
“I see 6 though.”
“I better go trade in the depot though, you chat with the guild representative dude.”
“…”
Yes, I didn’t manage to find time to sketch the image down, but there were many wagons, and many donkeys.
I wonder why…Oh well, time to
seize their goods trade our
garbage products to them.
“Alright, I got mad at the orcs so I had all their goods seized.”
“Very good. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT ANGERING THE HUMANS. You do not know how much they have done for me…”
“I see…I hate it when you get that look in your face. You always just trail off. Anyway, Now to go back to the humans.”
-The rest of the page is smeared in blood, and all we could make out were the words “…the orcs…”-
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For those who were curious.
That's what happens with 2 or more merchants.
The stuff in - - tags represent historians going back through old journals of this fort and then recreating them into a new book.
Part of one of the projects I am doing.
NOT the megaproject.