From the diary of Scaliper Idbesik, The Number One, Dated "Summer 201"
Well, diary, I'm beginning to think that I just wasn't cut out for this job. Numbers are my thing, and there's simply too much going on for me to rule a fortress while concentrating on numbers.
I'm afraid that all the wood that has been cut will be for naught. You see, although that werewolf has run off, I've seen how dangerous they can be, and I don't fancy allowing one of my charges to be caught outside when another shows his face, especially when there are so few of us here. As such, I'm very...hesitant to send anyone out to collect the wood. Especially now...
As it turns out, the werewolf came back, and mauled and killed one of the miners. I can't help but feel that this was my fault, but, to be honest, I have no idea what said miner was doing out there! Should have been inside, digging out some rocks! ...Why couldn't I just stick to numbers? Numbers don't kill anyone! As I said, I'm thinking I'm just not cut out for this kind of job...
Interestingly enough, when the werewolf came, I also spotted the most enormous moose I've ever seen! I've no idea what it was up to, and it didn't attack anyone, but it sure was big!
On the bright side, though, now that the woodcutter is out of a job, I have someone to run the farms. Plump helmet production is up and running! Good thing too; our booze was almost out. Also, we got the first of the migrants to come this way! Sadly, there were only three of them, but the first lesson we learned in Dwarfematics 101 is that every little bit helps. I stuck one of them to be solely dedicated to brewing. Also on the good side, they brought a wardog with them, and this one managed to kill that stupid werewolf before he could maul any of the migrants
Towards the end of the season, I had some bedrooms carved out in preparation for getting beds, and also had a catacomb complex begun, so that we have a resting-place for the departed. Seeing him out there makes me so depressed...
Anyway, diary, those were the major events of the summer. I miss my numbers...Messing with numbers is where I belong, but none of the other dwarves has any interest in leading this fortress. So, for a time, I must consent myself with counting what I see. I think I'll turn in for the night. Time to start counting yaks...
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Topic: Honorlabors - A Succession Game (Read 2503 times)