Winter 1063, in the main hall of Doomforests...Very good, thank ye all, kind of ye to join me. I have an announcement to make, and I'm sure you're all on the edges of your chairs with anticipation. But before we go on to new business, let's have a moment of congratulations from each of ye to each other, for we have had a tremendous year.
I know, the tragedy of Shedim got the year off to a poor start. Lots of dwarves died, loss of life, loss of riches, loss of food. But hopefully we all learned something from that. It's not enough to simply live well; we have to live strong. I've given ye all a bit of my lip this year on what I think of the job your previous overseers got up to, let alone the cruel jape that Mate played namin' that halfwit as his successor (I see ye over there Mate, and don't think we didn't all know it afore)!
Since I stumbled out o' the woods, I've come to know each of ye. All of ye are different, all have yer own curious ways and customs...
...but each of ye has something to offer to the fort. And as of this year, it finally deserves the name "fort". Let's review a bit, shall we?
In the last 6 months, we have established a proper hospital, with a fine golden well full of sweet water;
We've set up some proper forges and gotten back to dwarven basics, smelting metal, forging steel, and making some proper armor for our military:
We've cleared the trees back from the main gate, established a perimeter, paved most of the courtyard, and put together a space for the military to train proper, with scenic viewin' space above it;
Courtyard:
Mezzanine:
And in addition, we got this wonderful cage ye see here in the dining hall, courtesy of some unknown spirit... You folk and yer unholy spirits!
Funny thing, commemoratin' one giant snail when 'is brother is downstairs. These spirits seem to have a pesky sense of humor, eh?
This doesn't even mention the little things, like finally getting the entrance hall walled and flagged with proper basalt blocks, setting up some gold statues at the entrance commemoratin' great deeds done by those who went before, settin' up a proper refuse pit instead of dumpin' the trash in the courtyard... the list goes on and on. Indeed, it brings a tear to me eye that I've been able to help you on your path to greatness.
But now... the moment you've probably all been wondrin' about. I called ye here tonight to tell ye, I've thought seriously about the succession. I know ye are probably all tired of me, and with good reason... I've pushed ye hard. No idle dwarves around these parts! And so, after long deliberation, I have decided. The next overseer of Doomforests will be....
*sips drink and looks around*
ME! HAHA! I'm takin' the hat for another full year, because watchin' you lard-assed faintin' violets all huff and puff your way around carrying things like proper dwarves puts a song in my heart and a spring in my step! I don't know what kind of stinkin' hole you were all raised in, but this fortress is going to be a proper fortress, or my name ain't LONGSHANKS! Now drink up, piggies, and back to work ye go!
Thank ye kindly, and good night.
OOC: That concludes the remainder of Mate's year, and begins my proper turn. Let's see what else I can find to get up to
As a point of interest, the number of idle dwarves for my last four months never went above 3... I really am a slave driver
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