Year 1, day 112
I've smelted a few pieces of iron for use in my new furniture. I never knew how slow and difficult a process it is to smelt iron. I do know that I'm no metalsmith. I can make armor and weapons as well as any smith in the mountainhomes, but that's not what I'm doing. At least I'll have the resources to produce some decent armor now.
Year 1, day 160
A caravan of humans passed the mountain today. I think I'll build a small traders shop and fly a flag so that caravans will actually come by in the future. There's plenty of metal here but bringing it back to the vent is far too difficult for me to obtain a decent amount. I did make a few pieces of furniture for my bedroom and dining room, of that beautiful iron. There's a chasm a fair distance to the northeast, and I found that it has a supply of limestone. If only I weren't so difficult to transport it back, I'd be able to haul it to the magma vent, and make a bit of steel to work with. Oh well. My hunting dog had a litter of puppies a few weeks ago. I constructed a crude cage (I can't even really bring myself to call it a cage, It's some sticks connected to each other really) for them, so they won't get into any trouble.
Year 1, day 208
Curse him! The King sent another batch of unwanteds to my new home. 8 dwarves showed up and demanded jobs. One of them had a letter of introduction from the King. In no uncertain terms it said that there was no place in the mountainhomes for these immigrants, and that I was to do what I could with them. Blast him, I'm not his executioner. Still, I don't want them here. I asked each of them their profession, and found that I was left with a bunch of cheese makers, threshers, and gem workers. Not a single useful dwarf among them. I don't know what I'm going to do with them, I don't want them here and I certainly can't send them home, lest the King send his military to take care of them and me. The poor fools don't even understand their predicament, they think this is going to be their path to fortune and glory. Nelas help me, one of them brought a child with them.
Year 1, day 210
Cursed fools, they've drunk most of my alcohol, and eaten half of my stored food. I've a plan to be rid of them for good, but I don't like what has to be done. I've begun work on an "altar" to Nelas in front of the vent (a fine place for one, I must say). When they go to offer respect, I will throw a lever, and they will be violently tossed into the vent. The Mechanics involved are not complicated, even for one who has never even dabbled in such things. There should be no evidence they were ever here, save for this record.
Year 1, day 212
It is done. The dwarves went to worship, many were flung into the volcano. Another who wasn't on it rushed underneath it as it was coming back down and was crushed. I feel sick. Mezbuth, the child of one of the immigrants still lives, but I can't bring myself to raise my hand against her. She seems unaffected by the loss of her family and everyone who came here with her. She goes about her day, playing in the room where I keep the puppies and pack animals caged. I can't bring myself to return to the forge and continue work there, as the altar I built is a bare 15 feet away. I think I'll go make some bolts in the crafts shop instead.
Year 1, day 238
I can't shake the feeling of malaise ever since I got rid of those dwarves. I've spent days in the crafts shop, just avoiding going near the altar. I've made bone bolts and then decorated them with other types of bones and some shells I had left over from the original supplies. They are nice bolts, though I don't think anyone will ever want to fire them. Maybe I can trade them for something else. Yes, I will build a nice traders shop. Must keep busy.