While cleaning out an old office space, the dwarves of Breakfastcudgels come upon a small vellum book filled with scratchy, near-illegible writing. They go to the current overseer, CrazyCow, and have that poor dwarf sort through the mess. Here is what Crazy Cow deciphers:3 GraniteBy Rilem Buddedfuture, that is simply a delectable prepared cougar intestine roast! Now, where were we? Ah, well, it's been 3 days since the last overseer stepped down. I guess I have as good a chance as the rest of these sheep to take control of this fortress. It's decided!
5 GraniteI've done it. The fortress is mine. In honour of this accomplishment, I hereby cast off the name of Edzul Amlikot, Leatherworker, and take the name of
Savs, High Arbiter of Breakfastcudgel.
6 GraniteWhile on my inspection of my fortress, I came across a thoroughly injured axedwarf, one Goden Uduzol. Her upper arms were both mangled beyond recognition, yet nobody had taken her off of the military. We can't have dwarves such as these being sent to die at the hands of the filthy goblins. Rilem Futurebudded simply will not allow it.
No, she will be saved for later. In the meantime let her rest.
10 GraniteIncompetent fools ruled, no, merely directed, before me. I shall overshadow them all and go down in history as the legendary High Arbiter. The idiots had poorly organised their trading system. No more, as a stockpile has been created for easy access to the depot.
3 SlateConstruction has begun on the temple. Crafted of Obsidian and Gold (as well as other worthy materials), my temple will dwarf the fortress. Pun intended.
11 SlateA militia captain, Cog, of the squad Chances of Theater, has given birth to a boy. I prayed to Rilem Buddedfuture and to !goth.
Both counseled me to allow Cog to keep the child. With their powers, the child will be protected, provided that his name be a mix of his two guardian gods-- Rilgoth. He is Protected.
25 SlateGood, more migrants. More servants for Rilem Buddedfuture. On the remarkably competent advice of some previous fool of this fort, I drafted some 6 of them into the military, so as to protect the servants of Rilem Buddedfuture.
16 FelsiteThe Elves have arrived. We will trade our useless trinkets for what little of use we can get from the dirty pointed-ears.
28 FelsiteSummer is just around the corner, and that damnable idiot who passes for our broker is too busy drinking and partying to do his job.
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// Well, that was a short one. No pictures because there's nothing as of yet to report. Don't worry, the random death is coming. 
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