10th of Felsite, 127, Late Spring
Ah, it finally happens. One of our dwarves has been taken by a mood so pure. He has the look of the gods in his eyes. A firey passion so strong, coursing through his veins. Our jeweler has claimed a workshop for himself and begins a mysterious construction.
14th of Felsite, 127, Late Spring
And so he begins. Some of the, "less productive", dwarves have gathered around to watch and have started asking questions. As if a true dwarf would ever answer. All he is able to let out is, "Tashemet..."
18th of Felsite, 127, Late Spring
HE'S DONE IT. HE HAS FINISHED! It appears to be a perefect moonstone. This finely crafted gem shall go down in history as one of the highest valued gems ever known to dwarven kind.
21st of Felsite, 127, Late Spring
Oh the horror, cat-manity! How could somebody think of harming innocent cats! It seems we have a traitor within these walls. A Mr. itebottan, ranger by profession... murderer by all other means. Currently I am holding a meeting in my personal throne room as we speak with GoombaGeek, or "Cat Whisperer" as he likes to be known as. itebottan resides in a "personal palace" for dwarves of his caliber. Soon enough, we shall all know the consequences of such actions.
22nd of Felsite, 127, Late Spring
The elvish carravan has arrived. I have ordered the fortress to begin bringing our spoils of hardwork to the depot to be traded.
Something is on my mind. There is very little evidence that our last overseer, was actually here. When questioned, no one can give me a straight answer. All that is left is a royal mausoleum and a few designs of the fortress that he must have left behind. Somethings fishy here in Kunamost, the town of cats. I don't like it, not one bit.