Doomshifter, 1st of Granite, 302. Early Spring
So, I was sitting in our little meeting hall when my good friend Deinol comes up to me. He taps me on the shoulder. ‘I’m done. It’s your turn.’ he told me. I assumed he wanted me to mine or something. Hadn’t he told me to go fishing? ‘No,’ he replied, ‘I’m tired of leading. You’re up.’ No sooner had he told me that, he ran off to go mine something. Ah well. I guess I could give this leadership thing a go!
I looked over our fortress, something I hadn’t done properly yet. I had a few… concerns.
Why are these out HERE? Surely the kobolds, monkeys and goblins will be all over them in no time! I will have to move them.
I can’t seem to remember what these are for. That second one has instructions to link it to.. something. I guess I’ll remember in a bit! I’ve announced that no one is to do anything with these levers quite yet, as I’m unsure of their function. I’ll be sure to write their function down once I discover it.
Is that… By Edim’s charity, that’s Stinthad! I thought we were going to bury him! I’ll order up a casket for him IMMEDIATELY!
I cringed when I heard this. Are we truly out of booze?! I will get the stills working right away!
Apart from that, I have no other immediate concerns. I shall get to work on my duties immediately!
Doomshifter, 10th of Granite, 302. Early Spring
Buried Stinthad. May he rest in peace.
On a lighter note, I solve the mystery of ONE of the levers!
This floodgate is controlled by the lever above it. Now, why would Deinol want to flood this area? We have a perfectly good layer of soil to make farmland on.
Doomshifter, 12th of Granite, 302.
I never thought I’d say this, but…
THE ELVES ARE HERE! REJOICE!
Erm, that is, the things they bring are brewable… I’m happy for the booze, not the elves…
What is this?! All our trade goods are in WOODEN bins! With LEATHER items! We can’t trade with the elves like this! They shall surely scoff at us. It seems they leave me no choice but to take their goods by force.
Doomshifter, 16th of Granite, 302.
The elves were ‘persuaded’ to leave their trade goods for the profit of dwarfkind. Hopefully we can get some booze made up before we all have to start drinking WATER!
21st of Granite, 302.
I’ve ordered someone to take him down.
TWO OF THEM!
Fortunately, a nearby woodcutter turned his axe from the trees to flesh and cut down one of the as the second fled for his pathetic life. We’ll see you again sometime, Glidisinkis.
Doomshifter, 26th of Granite, 302.
BY EDIM, RIGOTH, BREW! STOP GOING OFF FOR BREAKS, ASSFACE.
... DEINOL, WHY WON’T YOU MIIIIINE! ON BREAK MY BEARD!
Doomshifter, 2nd of Slate, 302.
Began work on a wall, to protect our external stockpiles. It’s a temporary and shoddy job, in my opinion, but it will clear some of the rock from inside, protect out assets for now, and prove a useable base for a more impressive wall later!
Doomshifter, 5th of Slate, 302.
What in the world is this?
Stockpiles… INSIDE? Madness.
Doomshifter, 19th of Slate, 302.
Blasted kobolds! That’s three of them already! Our clerk, who was storing something or rather, made short work of it, beating it to a pulp without taking a scratch. That’s the sort of ethic I like to see in my dwarves!
Doomshifter, 28th of Slate, 302.
Now THAT’s what I like to here
Our food and alcohol stockpiles are now nice and high!
Oh, I hear calling outside! One moment, diary.
Migrants! The calling was migrants! Let’s see what we got.
... I watched on in horror as they kept coming. It was like an endless tide of migrants…
They finally stopped when we got to a population of 40. Considering we had 16 before… That makes a population jump of 24! 24 hungry mouths to feed! Well, they shall all be put to work, every single one!
- 1 Miner
- 1 Woodworker
- 3 Rangers
- 1 Metalsmith
- 1 Jeweller
- 2 Craftsdwarves
- 9 Peasants
- 1 Fishery worker
- 4 Farmers
- 1 Engineer
Doomshifter, 5th of Felsite, 302.
I’ve decided I may as well make these peasants do SOMETHING. I’ve told them all to get started on my wall. I think this wall will become a little more glorious than I suspected!
Doomshifter, 13th of Felsite, 302.
Some idiot hunter decided to chase a muskox towards the entrance of the fort. Some of my migrant builders panicked and now refuse to work, but on the bright side, my newly installed cage-trap has one muskox happily tucked away.
On another note, I tied a bear (that we stole from the elves) to the wall-entrance of our fort, to detect sneaky kobold thieves and goblin snatchers. No thief will even consider trying to break in when a savage bear guards the entrance!
Doomshifter, 24th of Felsite, 302.
The first layer of the wall is finished! It has ensured that there is only one entrance and exit, so all those who would seek to do us harm will be destroyed by our traps and guard-animals!
Doomshifter, 26th of Felsite, 302.
Erith, our carpenter, who was in the middle of building beds suddenly shouted aloud, “I HAVE AN IDEA!” and ran off towards the carpenters workshop with some logs. I have heard of these fey moods, and only hope it succeeds, for great profit!
Thus ends Spring… Next up is Summer!
((The carpenter took three birch logs. Goodness knows what he’ll make. If he makes a furniture item, I’ve so got dibs on it ;3 ))