Oh... so I was telling you the story of when I was overseer! I remember now!
So... Mate the meany threw the hat at me and ran off laughing. He does things like that. So I put the hat on, and I thought, well, now I can get some things built! I told everyone I saw to build a big fort at the entrance, so the goblins would leave us alone! But... I don't know. Things go wrong sometimes I guess.
The first thing I had to do was find out if Doren was really lost in the caves. Mate said so, but he says mean things all the time. Sometimes I don't... well. Mother told me to like everyone, and I really try. Most people are nice.
Doren WAS lost in the caves! And she'd been there for almost a month! I knew she was a soldier, but she was promoted to captain of the guard and nobody had seen her! It was awful! I told them to open a passage and go find her RIGHT NOW. And they did.
So the miner came with his pick and banged on the rocks. It made a LOT of noise. I hoped Doren could hear, and she did! She came running in the hole as soon as it was open! Before she even got inside, though, a Metalcrafter named Stinthul went running past her. Stop! I told him, but he didn't listen. I thought everyone was supposed to listen to the overseer? I was SO MAD. Then we started hearing scary noises... there was some sort of flying snail thing out of the deep caves, and it shot webs and everything! I told them to brick up the hole quick so it couldn't get inside.
The mason who built the wall said he was watching through the cracks, and... well...
Bet he wishes he'd listened to me now! The caves are dangerous! But at least Doren is safe. She said Mate had told her I wanted to meet her in the caves, and she believed him, and so she went and waited and waited and when she came back, he had closed up the hole. I don't know why he would do that. I told her there must be some mistake but... I don't know. Some dwarfs are really, really mean. I try not to be mean, but when I hear things like that, sometimes I think mean thoughts.
A few days later everyone was yelling that we were under siege by goblins. I got scared for a minute, then they told me it was by "goblin". There's only one! Goblins are silly sometimes. It's a goblin with a bow camping out by the old troglodyte bone pile.
Then some dwarf got possessed by something! I'm not surprised. There are all kinds of bodies and bones and blood and I don't know what else all over the place. This place is seriously creepy at night. I remember when the overseer was some sort of wanna-be necromancer, and another one that loved crundles, and... well. I try not to think about all that. But that sort of thing is why everyone here is SO UNHAPPY. It seems like every dwarf I pass in the halls is either sad, or upset, or depressed, or I don't know what! I wish Mother was here. I miss her. She would know how to throw a party and get everyone happy again.
I think they are all unhappy because it takes SO LONG to walk anywhere. I never really paid attention before. Wow, we walk a LOT. Everyone is always thirsty or hungry because it takes SO LONG to get to the food and drinks. I'm going to use my architecting and figure out a solution... I expect it will involve wider hallways and lots more stairs.
Oh right... the possessed dwarf. It was the brewer. He claimed a workshop, and ran around for ages collecting all kinds of things. Finally he came out with a marble mug. I acted impressed, but really it wasn't very pretty. Spirits must see things different.
Meanwhile, Mate had been using his big hammer to beat someone else. I thought it was a tantrum, or just because he's mean, but he said it was because the mayor wanted something and poor Ducim didn't make it. Ducim is an animal dissector! What could he make that the mayor would need?
I still think it was just to be mean. Maybe this is what a grudge feels like.
That little kid that's been running around forever named Psycho III finally grew up. I don't know what that name means, but anyway he's a fully grown dwarf. I told him to get a bedroom and everything.
Because of all these spirits, I made the masons make a bunch of slabs and coffins. We put a few ghosts to rest, but they don't seem to want to pick up the bodies. I'm getting fed up with stuff just thrown everywhere. I've told these dwarves to start throwing things away. All these dead bodies and dead animals and used up clothes and junk need to go! I had to pick up my room when I was a child, and these dwarves need to pick up their rooms too! Ha ha ha, I sound like my Mother!
At the end of Spring, one of the Blacksmiths named Tobul went outside for something and wandered into our siege goblin. I don't know why he was even there, but I sent the soldiers out after the goblin. I wish we didn't have to fight.
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