Overseers log
Early winter; not much time.
My my, how time flies. I always thought of it to be slow and sluggish, but looking back I can clearly see that even though I accomplished ten times as much as anyone will, past present and future, I've only been here for less than a year.
Sirocco II, the resident noble JERK is feeling a little unhappy. Apparently someone has a nice tomb and he wants it destroyed. Well, I did some investigation work and some idiot gave the captain of the guard a fucking
mausoleum! The baron's tomb sucks as it is. If I ever find the fucking ninny that gave the good tomb to a captain I'll bullwhip his nuts off.
I'm giving the mausoleum to Sirocco (that unkind jerk) and wiping the previous shit one off the toilet roll that is my conscience. 'I'm going to forget about it', in layman's terms.
Some alpaca starved to death. It's scary how little I care; something withering away in front of my eyes just isn't emotionally scarring.
Extra rooms were FINALLY finished. I swear, if these miners could go any slower they'd be digging backwards. Which is to say, reconstructing walls. If I planted an oak tree in honour of my miners it'd have grown to full height and died of old age before the miners actually did something. Then I could say, "Look, I planted a tree in honour of the starting of construction; look how big it has grown!". We found clear diamond; envy to he who owns that room.
23 adam wafers. What to make...? Well, our miners are all wielding high-quality picks. Our resident weaponsmith has reached the status of 'Master'. I gave him the name 'Godsend' for a reason.
Ordered more animals sacrificed to the gods. By that I mean MY BELLY.
Ordered more beds for my new living area. Fucking wood; I swear we're all elves when it comes to sleep.
I think we have our first dwarven murder mystery; I've discovered a strange scent coming from one of the miners rooms.
The fuck?
Sirocco ordered 3 lay pewter items. Since I don't know what the fuck that is I'll just let it slide. Whoops; I accidentally locked him in a room and forgot about it.
The local geographer told me that we're not getting much goblins due to our proximity to mountains and a peninsula. I slapped his face with my dick because...
...if you look closer at the second slide
there are two fucking goblin strongholds right next to us. I assume they're not coming due to being elves.
I fell asleep during overseer duty and awoke to find nothing interesting happened. Ever. That's good.
No really I got distracted for a solid 10 mins and came back to find nothing dead.
Mid-winter. My time draws near.
Accidentally deleted a lot of text again. Man I'm tired.
For the first time ever since my start the miners are not busy.
Dwarven justice has taken a step-forward; the first ever dwarf to survive it has been released. Makes room from the jail for the next lay-pewter bandit.
Starting engraving the arena because idle miners have taken a shine to standing in it like tools.
Went through every single army-dwarf to check his weapon and see if it needed upgrading. Have to fashion up one axe and one sword.
A very quiet close to my awesome rule. I would have hoped something dramatic happened, but there you go. It's time for me to step down as overseer; I have heard the call of the gods and they want to take me back to lead them into their own golden age, just as I have here. I shall stand atop a wave of glorious women, with an instrument in one hand and a +Rope Reed Fiber Joint+ in the other.
God forsake this fucking place.
A fizzle ending because a lot of my writing got deleted and I didn't want to repeat myself but suffice it to say it wasn't interesting or fun.
Tevish you're still alive on Tevish II.
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