1st Hematite - I've told Degel to put down his pick for a while and begin cooking the food supplies we brought from the Mountainhomes. It will be quite some time before they actually begin to go bad, but I hope that Degel's talented preparation - plus a little spice - can make our stores into valuable trade goods. On the same note, I've ordered that a trade depot be constructed. Before leaving, I extracted a promise that a caravan would be sent to our site to bring whatever we could not take ourselves.
18th Malachite - Our outpost is coming along quite well. That Armok-forsaken water table has given us a steady supply of water available from our well, and I've marked out the area where the King's so-called "Museum" should be situated, though there will be nothing to place there for some time.
Already there is ample room for more dwarves to live and work; Armok damn me if I get caught unprepared for the artisans that will alive later - no matter how much I might wish they fall into the volcano instead.
That reminds me...
1st Limestone - The plan is complete! A large trench has been dug around the entrance with an underground channel connecting it to the volcanic magma. It will take quite some time for the channel to fill, but even empty the trench is a formiddable barrier. Risen, the mason, has built a simple bridge across the trench that can be withdrawn by pulling a lever near the outpost's central stairwell.
Degel and I have also begun tunneling out pipes to carry the magma inside our outpost and fuel smelters and workshops. It will truly be a long time before that plan succeeds, however.
10th Limestone - The promised caravan has arrived. No doubt one of them is the King's dwarf, sent to make sure I haven't abandoned my post. I will stay here for the mandated year - and not a second longer!
24th Limestone - The caravan accepted a large quantity of Degel's foodstuffs for an iron anvil and a variety of meat, booze, and raw materials. The anvil and raw materials are for the coming artisans' workshops. The meat is for Degel's kitchen. The booze is for me, after the thought of those beardless artisans coming to whine about the "drab", "backwater", "barbaric" outpost that a decent, Armok-fearing dwarf like me calls home. I can't wait to leave.
4th Sandstone - A commotion has occurred at the front gate as a pack of rhesus macaques apparently tried to rush the trade depot and steal the caravan's goods. The guards had none of it and rushed to deal out steely dwarven vengeance to the thieves.
9th Sandstone - More thieves! This time, a kobold. The pathetic creature apparently tripped over a stray kitten in front of the bridge and fled for his life as soon as one of the caravan guards turned to see what the sound was.
Our liason with the Mountainhomes has asked us to prepare headwear, footwear, shields, bucklers, musical instruments, and cooked meals to send back for next year. I supposed Degel will be happy to hear the last part.
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