Winter- Year 60
The cold season's come along.
The season started with Aban, the carpenter, building a fortified room on top of the dining room- it doesn't seem so fortified to me, as it has holes 'for marksdwarves to shoot out of' in almost every wall.
Then, I started cultivating whip vines- the brewer and the militia commander (who had become a miner) helped me plant the first bunch, and they got brewed into great-tasting whip wine, mmm.
Then, as I was looking for plants out in the wilds, I found something else entirely- a diplomat. "Hey, d'ye know where th' leader of this hole be?" he yelled, and I responded with "Ye be lookin' 'im in the eye, ye elf!"
We didn't get along so well.
When I finished gathering plants, the fool pestering me about 'trade agreements' the whole time, I found the cheesemaker was trading away barrels of good whip wine and a few spare clothes for another pick, some metal bars, and some cheese, among other things. I appointed him as broker and went to the dining room to talk with the liason.
We worked out what we needed, and he got up and left, taking some of my good whip wine with him.
I got back to planting whip vines, when somebody started screaming. I turned to see what it was this time, and saw a horrifying thing before me- a moaning, transparent dwarf, who i recognized was one of those who fell fighting the titan- somehow his body had managed to not be buried, and the spirit screamed at me about it, and pushed Cog, the siege engineer out of his workshop.
Aban made a few coffins, and buried the miner.
I soon ordered a millstone and metalworks be set up, and hooked the system up to the reactor, and sent the carpenter out to make something to keep the ocean waves out of the millstone room.
Then, came the mandrills.
Three escaped in all, stealing a robe, iron bars, and silver bars. The others were slain by a copper pickaxe, used by the militia commander.
Sometime in the middle of all this, another spirit rose, though i thought I'd buried all the dead.
I received it was a report that i was the start of a new year, and went to celebrate.
When I woke, I found a half a paper in my pocket, saying that I'd given the position of leader to the person who held the other half of the page.
I wonder who has it.