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« on: March 22, 2009, 08:22:13 pm »
Quick update for the sake of wanting to clear my Notepad.
17th of Galena, Late Summer, 4th Year
I can understand now what Faahrm was thinking when he brought his own death upon him. I, too, am now miserable. First him, then Bastiel, and now? Now that fool Legus has taken out his misery on me. My mule, my beloved mule. He was all I had of a family, and Legus walked right past me, up to it, and drove his pick through it's skull! How could he justify that? How can I justify not killing him myself right now? How can anyone Justify the cruelty that we all must suffer through? This is pointless, I now retire to my room in hopes that sleeping in my masterpiece bed will cheer me up.
-Mayor Guln.
22nd of Galena, Late Summer, 4th Year
Well that was truly an odd sight. I was sulking around, as is my usual pastime nowadays, and I watched as one of our herbalists, whose name I can not recall, dragging a load of platinum bars, which we purchased from the humans, into a craftsdwarf workshop. He is now working away without stop as I watch him and write this.
18th of Limestone, Early Autumn, 4th Year
Well, it would appear I have come to find myself as mayor, in the mayor's room, writing in the mayor's journal. I see it is not explained already, so I shall do the expaining myself.
Recently, after the quite dreadful chain of events, our previous mayor entered a semi-comatose state of depression. You see, he would walk around and do his job, but he was always sad, undoubtedly from the tragic loss of his friends, Baltiel, Bastion, and Faahrm. He may have also been depressed due to Legus, another friend of his, murdering his poor mule. Well, all that is fine and dandy now, as the dead are buried, and Legus is locked in his room for a year as a jail sentance. Now I see myself here in this office and things will be MUCH better. I do say, we shall start by finishing that hideous water tower that is blocking the view of so many people. Tearing it down now would be such a waste of so many crazy people's dreams, and I can't bring myself that low.
Also, we must continue on the creation of the new dining hall, fit for a true king, like myself. Well, not that I'm the king, oh no, but I'm as close to one as these people have, so they might as well treat me like one. It will resemble the original dining hall, but will be five times larger, with 3 times the masterpiece statues, and will actually have tables, how about THAT.
As dor now I must be off to aid in the trading, so those fools don't mess it up.
-Rigress, Esteemed Mayor of Brokensquare
1st of Sandstone, Mid Autumn, 4th Year
"Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" I haven't laughed this hard, ever! I just needed to record that laughter in all of history, as it is truly wondrous laughter. I have just been told the most wondrous of stories from our Swordsdwarf. Apparently, as he was going to collect some items from the past ambush spot to bring them to the depot, his long train of War Dogs encountered an ambush! The ambush consisted of a measly two goblins, which were quickly ripped to shreds by our noble dogs! If those gobbies think they can take down the great Rigress THAT easily, I scoff at they're feeble attempts and officially bid them allowance to attempt to ambush as much as they want, if THAT is their strategy. My only regret in this ordeal is that they were not captured in the cage traps they were walking by, so I could laugh at them myselves.
-Rigress, Esteemed Mayor of Brokensquare
11th of Sandstone, Mid Autumn, 4th Year
I should have my scout's executed for their treason! Their treachery! Their fiendish plotting behind my back to humiliate me! They dared give me wrong information! Shortly after I wrote that last entry I was informed that several dogs had died, DIED! I was outraged ofcourse, these dogs are highly valuable and not some expendable resource. They apparently went to take on the goblins, which were apparently still alive, and got killed by a human! A human! Then my scouts scrambled to tell me that they had said that 2 were dead, not that there were only two, before I scrambled off. PREPOSTEROUS, I do not scramble! I leave with grace and poise! If we weren't in such a need of militants right now, they would be dead for sure! Ah yes, needing militants, it is my sad duty to inform the readers of my glorious journal that several workers and a marksdwarf were shot down. Their bodies have been buried. Along with another death, Guln Shoddrah, the unworthy dwarf that held me back from this office before he went insane! Imagine the populace electing someone so unstable, so idiotic! Letting his emotions get a hold of him because of some stupid mule. Bah!
Starting today, I shall build a great tower. This tower shall be immense, and through it shall run the aqueduct, supplying water to all in it! It shall hold our army, our sick, our poor. It shall be grand, a beacon of hope to all who see it! And naturally, it shall be named after me, Rigress.
-Rigress, Esteemed Mayor of Brokensquare.
If the short updates annoy you, please tell me, and I will start making them seasonal, or yearly depending on how immense you want them.
