HematiteThe goblin got away, but his mother kept following. Eventually the kidnapper was out of sight, the mother would have never stopped running without Morgan, he stopped her before she slipped.
I walked out on the docks and see the ship hasn’t had anything done recently; I look left and see that the marksdwarves are getting impatient. One was staring down a bird. The dwarf looks like she had run out of bolts, but it didn’t look like she was going anywhere.
I had decided to put an archery field in my office when I passed the mayor. It looked like he was injured in the last ambush. We talked a bit and it looked like he was all by himself out here, just him and his wife. His son was taken during the last few kidnappings it seems.
These marksdwarves seem to be a bit off. One ran into my barracks today to tell me that he just shot an insane dwarf in the eye. The mayor told me how he shot the same dwarf in the throat. Just as long as they don’t start to turn on us I guess it’s alright.
MalachiteI can never get anytime to teach the new recruits, just now some stranger barged in and told me about her list of demands, said he was the new mayor. I have no idea where she gets off; the old mayor was a hard working marksdwarf who wrestled a goblin in single combat with only an arm. This woman on the other hand had one vote.
Galena
I think I’ve finally mastered this. I can now wield this copper spear well enough to reliably hit a crab on all its legs. I am now qualified by the fortress as a spear master.
I met the husband of that craftsdwarf that went insane looking for stone. He seemed a bit depressed that her dead body was just laying there. He also yelled at me about all the other dead bodies. I agreed with him and decided it was best to get them out of sight before we dug the burials.
LimestoneA fish dissector had another mood; he ran by me and took a mason’s workshop.
I heard crying from inside the training room this morning.
The marksdwarves were the first to see it; they ran to the ice it was circling.
I remember standing on the ice for what felt like hours waiting for the damn thing to stick its head above water when it happened, the beast jumped out of the water, clean over the ice flow. The beast looked in my eye, I can’t describe the moment, it seemed like it wanted to kill me, but the thing also seemed afraid.
A week later I heard that a baby died of thirst in the dining room.
On the 27th of Sandstone the sea froze. It was truly a terrible day. Only the day before it seemed so lively; now it’s just infested with animal men.
TimberMorgan seemed bored, so I sent him out to kill a crabman. He seemed pretty happy about it.
The attack the other day had me thinking, made me think about our chances of surviving. The thing cut through the water and air just the same. From the look in its eyes I could tell that it could of done anything it wanted, we’re all alive because it let us live. I’ve ordered a tomb dug for the hero who can slay the beast.
Me personally I found a normal crab to kill. Can’t be getting rusty inn this cold, the soldiers look up to me.
Seemed like the cold got to one of the cooks today. He got struck by an idea and went running to a workshop.
MoonstoneIt’s winter now, the sea is no more, the soldiers are taking time off to be with their loved ones and the animal men stalk the fields.
The ex-mayor, walked up to me, told me to begin construction of a lighthouse. Told me it’d help watch over the see and signal passing ships. Told me that we could even use bricks from his first demand, the thing was blocking the fishing zones anyway.
I saw the winter’s greatest challenge for me yet, a giant crab.
There was a cave in during construction of the tomb. The dwarves are saying Naryar was hurt pretty badly. It seems like she broke her hip.
OpalThe marksdwarves wanted something to do so I sent them out to find something to shoot at. It wasn’t until our former mayor came back with an empty quiver that I found out what happened. They had found a few horseshoe crabmen and were firing wildly at them. The ice fields were littered with broken bolts; if anything happened before we could replace the loss we may have been all killed. It seems that we’re all not taking the winter that well.
ObsidianThe goblins came in from our weakest flank this morning. They proved no threat, came in small numbers and wore little armor. I just stood back a bit and decided to let the new recruits handle the goblins. The next thing I knew Morgan was tearing through the goblins, just leaving pools of blood on the ice. It seems like the ice is getting to everyone.
I went pacing through the halls earlier this week. I saw dwarves busily working to finish the lighthouse, corpses strewn about the caves that slip the minds of everyone who passes them, the tailor seems to be producing new clothes at a wonderful rate. Our captain informs me that we have other corpses under the ice as well. It also seems that we have the holdings of long dead migrants hidden with the bodies. I ordered a search for one of the bodies off our coast a while ago. The miners inform me that there was a drowned child. The dwarf miner, Naryar, still lying in the hospital, her leg covered in cloth.
The dwarves were just sitting there, ignorant of the monster under the sea. The goblins always seem to be covered by animal men too; it can’t just be a coincidence. The recruits are coming along, they’ll come along even better with our new stock of metal.
On the way out of my office I met the former mayor. We talked a while and I told him to give my resignation to the next overseer. The old dwarf didn’t ask me why, he was with us when we fought the beast. He saw the monstrosity. The recruits talk about it in the barracks as if we scared it off. The liason wouldn’t even listen when we told him the stories, he thought we were exaggerating. Well I think I can trust his
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