Chapter 2: Amazing BlingOh, hey it is summer! One better way to keep cool is having tasty drinks, like foxtail millet beer. Speaking of drinks, somebody forbade the use of 400+ strawberry wine. Yeah, I’m looking at you G (for grouchy) but since I have access to your books, I made some corrections.
It’s only been three days into the
Fine Strawberry Wine Festival that I started when alarm blares into my ear. “Get up!” Captain Olon is yelling about going to battle stations.
“What for? I’m busy with my a
mazing project that I must oversee.”
Olon say, “A new burrow has been established, and we report to the
’Defend Track.’”
I think, I saw myself dragged half-confused. I vaguely recall
“someone forced the arrival of vileness in the dark.” The smell though, I remember, like that aftertaste of nasty arse (don’t ask why I know) sitting on your face, comes from the northwest.
It was all a blur, but I was brave as the
bards brewers tell it. There were hundreds of goblins and trolls! Don’t take my word for it. That’s what I was told.
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*thump* *thump* The drums of war beats fast, as if catching up to the rhythm of the soldiers' hearts.
*twang* *plink* Volleys of arrows and bolts are exchanged from the goblin bowmans, and The Crowded Rocks marksdwarves behind fortifications.
The Morality of Ramparts (Macelords) and The Innocent Towns (Swordmasters) are reserves and guard for Crowded’s position.
The main defenders are on top of the platform of the likely entry to the towers--just above the minecart ramps. The Raptors of Copper (Axe Lords), The Patterned Ropes (Spearmasters), and The Splattered Oars of Blockading (Hammerlords) muster.
“... defend up here and let them come and be
ready” Captain Olon was in the middle of relaying order, and I clearly heard “ready.” “Whatever you do, do not “
charge below!”
I swear I heard that
too, charge below!. I just followed Frodo, that Hobbit know what’s going down. And I swear I followed Lorbam and Zefon, not that I lead the charge!
Anyway, I was unconscious after the incident. I suppose I’ll share the picture words from the Hobbit.
More importantly, did you know Frodo is an h-babe? Yeah, a halfling-babe right here, and I get to chill with her.
Anyway, the better news was that this interruption was settled within three days time, and the workers on my amazing project continue with great progress. They just had to get rid of that Dang Troll.
The better news, yeah I’m full of positive news, is that Captain Olon think I was “stupidly lucky.” Yeah, she digs me. Women!
So anyway, I heard I need a crutch, so G hooked me up by forbidding lame wooden crutches and ordered me the “bling.” I did not mind the three days of agonizing pain that was soothed by massive doses of strawberry
coolers wine.
Did I mention that I rid of the real doc to mess with me? I got my man, Eshtan the hemp farmer, to
supply watch over me in this whole ordeal. Man, that was a great week of R&R. Overseer perks are awesome.
Before I checked out of the hospital, my girl Z, Zefon was spewing curse words at me. “What’s wrong girl? I’ll miss you too, so just chill here for a bit. You want me to hook you up with some bling crutch?”
I only catch “you tripped me” or did she means “I be trippin`?” and “get out of my sight” from Z’s tirade. I wonder wonder what happened.
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So at least the triple legendary brewers are glad to see me. They know what’s up and shared some news.
Sometime yesterday (14th Hematite), a human caravan from Omsospesor has arrived. The important part of these trade talks is we got brewables such as fox millet and blackberries. High-fives were given all around despite this heavy-arse platinum crutch I’m lugging around.
My overseeing continues and I can’t wait to share my project, but no peeking allowed!
Ducum Godennoltar has been re-elected as mayor. You go girl!
And my first ghost haunting comes. I was hoping to avoid this situation, but Obok Nitigineth, Ghostly Woodcutter, has risen and is haunting, but otherwise harmless. I tell the workers to ignore Obok. Think of it as a “feature.” They did not seem to like it.
Maybe, they will appreciate me more now that my first ten crundle soap orders are completed according to Manager Taupe--my dwarf-babe, you always got my back. I’ll order more for sure.
The early summer month is concluded with the arrival of two migrants. “Welcome to the party! The beer is in the cooler, and the nuts are all over.”
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Galena is such a hot name for a hot summer month. Captain Olon is bugging me about hammer practice and I remind her I’m half-done with overseeing. Do you miss me? Olon left me alone for the rest of the season.
This chic chaotic skies, I call her cSkies, likes her sword so much she named him Keki. You lonely girl?
What does it mean when someone goes fey? You feelin` fey? Ya in the mood for fey? Fey sure! Rimtar Bimathel is taken by a fey mood and claims a mason’s workshop.
Girl, what you been smoking? That’s some fascinating images. Want some drink and a tour of my project?
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