23rd Limestone, 258, Early Autumn
"It's a cock-up," Garth spat. "all this damned moving arounds got the whole fort froze over. We're diggin' out new rooms by the hour but we still ain't got enough space to put all our goods. Our furniture stockpile is choked with rock!" The others at the table simply nodded sadly and sighed as Garth ranted. They were in the new dining room that had recently been excavated, it was a decent-sized hall with plenty of space for tables and chairs, but symmetry was still out of the question as most of that space was still occupied by large piles of junk stone that had yet to be moved. And yet, the walls and some of the unoccupied floor area had been properly smoothed out and cleaned, and a few statues of dubious mention were set against the walls -- one notable bore a curious carving of what looked to be Ludoc in full armor, surrounded by a cloud of flies. Garth paused and took a long pull from his mug of Shorna's newest 'Cave wheat beer', a new plant she had somehow managed to scrounge up -- probably when they had tapped the cavern layer a little while back. Deler was first to speak up. "It's about what I expected, though... when you try to move the entire section of the Fortress you've been using a good long walk away, you're bound to get jammed up at some point."
"True, but we're still getting it done." Dorfette cut in. "We managed to put those Mason's and Craftsdwarves workshops on the tenth and seventeenth floors to good use; at first, we were just making random bits of furniture, but Anna and that new-blood Nine managed to whip up a bunch of these otherwise-slackers around the place to do some real work." She grinned as she recalled the scene. "It was... interesting. One of them was doing pretty good making a simple coffer, was in the process of chipping away a few of the last rough spots when he somehow misjudged the angle of his chisel and literally broke the entire lid in half -- and that wasn't even the best part. We tried putting him on blocks after that, but in a stroke of genius he managed to make a series of engravings on said blocks -- war kittens menacing with spikes, an entire ocean of magma, giant spiders with blades attached to their limbs and Dwarves and Goblins eating together at a table laden with roast Elf seemed to be his favorites."
"Hidden talent, eh?" Baron said with a smile. "Sounds like he knows the drill to me. Best way to make peace with someone is to keep good solid meat between them and you -- the minute the first thing they see when they look in your general direction isn't a leg of lamb -- or elf -- you're screwed."
"We're not trying to make peace with them, we're trying to make pieces out of them." Branded remarked with a grim face. "Why make peace anyway? If we just kill them all and get it over with there will be no one else across from us at that table. Who's eating who then, hmm?"
"More for us," Baron nodded with a grin. "It was just a thought. We might keep the Goblins -- or Elves -- as breeding stock for later."
Deler cleared her throat. "We're getting afield here, everyone. So rather than dump it all into the nearest atom smasher -- admittedly over fourteen floors down from here -- you're drilling everyone you can lay your hands on in basic masonry and stonecrafting. Is this going to work? I mean, these are amateurs we're talking about; what makes you think they can do this quicker than the garbage dump route?"
Dorfette shrugged. "Walking distances are shorter. I think the real problem here is too much hauling work -- everyone has been walking across the entire Fortress just to deliver a single bolt of cloth or stack of plump helmets, because that's more important than the rock for the most part. If we have more people focusing on the rock I think this will go quite a bit faster."
Garth finished his drink, plunked the empty mug down on the table and sighed. "Long as it gets it out of me way, lass. m' tired of tripping over a bloody rock every ten feet."
Dorfette smiled and gave him a sly wink. "Don't worry, old man. I'll do my best to avoid any more accidents of the tripping variety."
Deler let out an exasperated sigh. "We could just dump it all in the magma, you know. Dig a hole straight down, chuck it in and watch the fireworks..."
"We could," she admitted. "but it'd be a terrible waste of stone. Better we put it to use training more masons and stonecrafters for the future; besides, it makes a ridiculous amount of tradeable goods. You wouldn't believe what we got from the Humans just for a bin full of carved stone jewelry that wouldn't even fit them."
"If you say so," Baron shrugged. "you're the expert on this stone business. I'll stick to what I know how to cook."