3rd of Slate, 22. Mid-Spring.
So, we've been working industriously. I finished my tiresome labour of carving out seven beds, and went to shout at the miner to hurry up. Not to mention I took my precious time to finally learn who our last two workers are! The miner refers to himself as 'Spartan 117'. He seems like a pretty tough guy. I vaguely remember having an argument about crossbows with him. I said something about making one...? I'm sure I'll get around to it some day.
The craftsdwarf calls himself Coil. He seems to talk about the trees like an elf would, as sickening as it is. "This highwood, see how it balances the nature around it..." he would muse. It makes me sick. I might just give him an axe later to make him chop those trees down. He said something else about destroying them, but I know he was just compensating for his elf-like nature.
Apart from that, our rooms and stockpiles are finally carved out. I had the stone moved outside and our food finally brought back in.
15th of Slate, 22.
I finally decided that we should all have a sleep. It's been 45 days since we got here, and we're all pretty bushed!
Here is a little list of all of our dwarves, as well as our animals. Those kittens are wandering everywhere, mewling loudly and dropping lizard corpses everywhere. I really wish they'd stop that. I had to dig a small garbage pit out the front to dump them in. No one wants to touch them, though.
Here is an overview of our fortress so far, including incomplete planned areas. I've also included a graphical representation of our stocks. There's a masterpiece rock craft in there that I'm rather proud of!
Anyway, journal, I need rest. I will write another day. For now, Captain Cog out.
((Coil, go to sleep! Get out of Spartan's room.))
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Oh, hey Haspen! I'll cue you up too. I'm sure when we get migrants there'll be plenty to go around.
I'm also very disappointed with the lack of terrible undead monstrosities making attempts on our lives. There are a few mountain goats, and four fire imps hanging out at the bottom of their pipe. That piss-poor excuse for a brook is unfortunately behind them, though. That might be a problem.
EDIT: Added a bit more to my little update. There's a huge thunderstorm outside my house, it's pretty cool!