Chapter 3: The last pagesThe voices are whispering to me… they show me visions of a great work of art. It is wooden, like the disgusting work of the elves, and yet… it will be able to store beer! I cannot refuse their requests… I have begun sketching… a forest, a quarry, gems, leather… I must have them… I must have them…
This barrel is every bit as incredible as my visions made it seem. It is a great looking alcohol storage container! What could be better?
I have finally overcome my misgivings about the zombie training room. I myself tested it first, and it works amazingly well.
OOC: one small, unintended side effect:
That was after like 5 minutes.
The goblins have attacked for the first time. A group of snatchers snuck through the tall grass surrounding the fortress. One was caught in a trap, but another had enough time to kill one of the fortress’s children and escape without being caught. This means war!
Shortly after the snatchers appeared, a small ambush leaped from hiding, shooting one farmer before they were captured in the cage traps. Sadly, closer inspection of the corpse revealed that it was none other than blademan999. He will be missed. A single archer escaped, no doubt fleeing back to his dark fortress to bring tidings of the fierce dwarves of Fliermanor.
I have begun to realize why Highmax passed the crown of leadership onto me: this job is very taxing, both physically and emotionally. I am thinking of passing on the title of overseer. Wolfbane has been showing very good leadership skills lately. I shall summon him to my office at once, and then turn my whole attention to weapons training.
OOC: lol can the next overseer get me a new practice dummy? I think I broke my current one.