Running through the hallways, my feet pattered on the laid stone floor as I hurried by fellow dwarves. Merchants have come, almost something like mass hysteria spread around the fortress, people picking up socks and crafts and rushing to the depot. I was almost plowed down my a wide eyed dwarf screaming “TO THE CRAFT SHOP FOR SOME BONE CARVINGS!”. Finally I reached the outdoors, now came the hard part, the previous designers made the ways into the fort series of bottle necks. I managed to weave through dwarves and the snugly placed fortifications, that was until I hit the bottleneck.
Man was it a mess, so many dwarves in a hurry to get something to the depot for trade, that all I could see was arms, legs, and beards all jammed into the small passageway that lead the wide clearing for the depot. Taking a calming breath I tackled the mountain of flesh and cloth,
why is it so hard for a broker to do his job?
What seemed like a lifetime I managed to get on the other side of the bodies, life as a dwarf. Walking over to the depot I was glad to see my cousin from the mountain home, Vucar and myself were always close. We both share the desire to trade, so he became a merchant and me a broker.
“Ah Darius, you survived another year here in this death trap? Glad to see you again cos.”
“And I to you Vucar, why would you think I wouldn’t? Haha we have much to discuss. Such as you taking all this junk.” gesturing to the mountain of trade goods that stood eight times a dwarf.
“But Darius, that’s 69564 dwarf bucks of goods, and what you requested is 39466 dwarf bucks.”
“Vucar, this fortress is littered with crap, hell someone forgot a nest box and a damn turtle hatched a freaking hoard of critters. We are still trying to slaughter them all, we wont be short supply of shell that’s for damn sure.”
“Well cousin you have made me a rich dwarf, maybe I can convince the merchants guild to acquire more of your ‘demands’ hehe.” Vucar rubbed his hands together as he gazed at the mountain of riches
“Well Vucar I must depart, It was good seeing you again. Hopefully you will have my ‘demands’ by next autumn.” Vucar smiled and nodded then turned to his merchant team and hollered orders for packing.
Getting back into the fortress was easier then getting out, I began the labourious journey back to my bedroom for relaxation. The bottleneck was now empty and access to the first door was easy, passing through it and walking by the randomly placed floor hatch and into the hallway with a abandoned ballista turned decorative. Stopping at the doors of the fabled “Madhouse” placing a hand on the handle and opening the door, and placing one foot in front of the other staring at the floor. It was rough laid limestone, we have a abundance of it, and it’s everywhere damnit. The hall curves a bit then come the a fork, although the fork leads to the same spot. Taking the left path is faster to my room, originally this was a hospital but now those rooms are now bedrooms, and mine is larger then them all and nicer too. Speaking of my room there it is... But why is my door slightly ajar? Pushing the door open I could she movement in the corner “Who’s there?”
“Ah Darius there you are, I’ve been looking for you.”
“Professor Lloyd?”
Stepping out of the darkness clutching some old journal to his chest like someone wants to steal it, he stopped in the middle of the room
“Darius, I would like you to be the ‘Overseer’ personally I enjoyed this jaunt. But by forces unseen I must hand over this title, you see we aren’t alone.”
“What are you talking about Professor?”
“Oh, nothing. Just have fun as ‘Overseer’ I have a hospital to run.”
With that Professor Lloyd rushed out of the room muttering under his breath, I didn’t really catch any of it. So I’m now ‘Overseer’ *sigh*
right on I suppose.
OOC: I have ordered all seeds to be dumped and atom smashed, along with alot of plump helmets and winding spires and body parts and other useless crap I can't of have to hold onto for trade.
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