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[thegoatgod_pan]

20th of Felsite.  Two unpleasant things appeared. In the northeast, by our gate, goblins.  In the southwest, by the hatch, elves.

I had the gate sealed and sent the goblins the long way round to the hatch. They climbed the hill above the livestock and shot an orangutan, killed a war cheetah.  Why are all our war animals pastured there anyway?

Then the goblins crested the top of the hill and unleashed high hell on the reorganized militias. Vucar Adillelum drew most of the fire and died a hero--he kept them shooting long enough for us to get our axes and swords to work.

Momuz the Meandering Castle caught an arrow in the arm. It broke a bone and he passed out. The axelord uniform needs more cloaks!

Golem the Crested Scream of Razors got stabbed in the leg with a spear by the leader of the ambush.  It only bruised a muscle but Golem became fearsomely enraged and gutted the goblin.

The rest of the rabble routed before I even got there, good practice for the fresh meat, only lost one too, going to be a good crew.  No more months off on the training calendar ('cept for the archers cause they need it)

And then there is this mastermind,

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He better dissemble that wall fast, the magma gate is still open.

Summer began with a majestic horse running across our mountain.  A marksdwarf got an arrow innit before it ran off.

[thegoatgod_pan]

I am pleased to report the magma mines are functional. A group of monkeys discovered this the hard way. This is a test lever pull for the pic.

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That was only after a tic or so, the dwarf hadnt gone more than a step before I gave the order to pull it back.

Also all that flying magma might have made our slopes unpredictably hot. To wit: an unfortunate beekeeper died of bleeding while sock-scavenging.

[thegoatgod_pan]

Sorry for the delay I finished out the year, I'll do the write-up and post the save tomorrow.

[thegoatgod_pan]

Fall and winter passed uneventfully. I suppose the functioning magma mines must have scared the living daylights out of our goblin neighbors.  I gave exuberantly to our liason and he notified our freak-of-a-mayor that our realm was raised to a higher noble rank.  Guess our baron would be a happy count, if he wasn't so goddamn dead already.

I realized someobody ruined the perfect simplicity of the tiniest well, so I had it redesigned. Entirely.

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The tomb is mine, the shrines are each to a god of the fort.  The general wall statuary I reserved for enemies of the fort--you can see two notable goblins facing my sacophagus.

And the well, well...it used to have two artifacts and a masterwork mechanism. Now:

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.  That's right--all artifact well, and as tiny as ever. Eat this heartless nobility!

I also created a hall of the paragons exploiting a large space carved by a predecessor.  It should be a great place to display all those statues of ourselves killing goblins and displaying masterwork cat tallow roasts:

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If your dwarf was ever given a nickname, he is probably honored in the hall of paragons.  I think future overseers would do best to keep engraving here to a minimum and let the statues tell our story.  Incidentally the manager has more orders to do statues.

Finally, my last month in the spring were spent creating masterwork grates out of microline.  Why I was doing this inane and purposeless task along with the rest of the masons I just don't know, but I was, and together we made more than a hundred micorline grates.  So I expanded our walkway by the volcano forges.

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I also completed a little mini-project with an artifact floodgate. As an outcome the bookkeeper lost his old office and there is a tiny little magma flood in a residential hallway.  Should have another classy noble-disposal device ready though--the lever inside the room, and in the farm area trigger the floodgate.

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That is all.  Time for me to resign once more, only a few dead my term. The magma mines are full, the booze is flowing, the levers are many, and mostly labeled. Enjoy!
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=5421

[thegoatgod_pan]

Oh and I *fixed* the slopes by the entrance again but a skilled mason/suturer got trapped and might starve.  Here he is:

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right nears the marksdwarf area.

  Kudos on the new marksdwarf course, by the way, took me a while to figure it out, but it is amazing.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

stout pants turn now.
And I'm assumeing everyone wants another turn unless stated otherwise.

[Stoutpants]

I'm going to have to pass on this turn, life is a little too busy for another fort.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

fair enough. That means it's drVoltron, then restricted.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Alright we're skipping Dr V so it's now restricteds turn.

[thegoatgod_pan]

No word from restricted? Who is up after him?

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Annd i totaly forgot about this game. Umm Eniteris is up. i'll send  him a message.

[Eniteris]

Journal of Eniteris Granitestandards, Mad Scientist
1st Granite, 261
Well, here I am. Finally, they’ve appointed someone with brains to the position of Overseer, and that definitely wasn’t from popular vote.

Looking around the fortress, not much is out of the ordinary. The souls of the recently-deceased float silently around the fortress, starving people, internal heating, unlabelled levers, a pit of death, fair for a fortress of this size. But a few things must be fixed.
One:
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The stockpiles. What kind of organizational scheme is this? This has to be changed.
And two:
Not enough test subjects. We need more.

I am interrupted in planning by the pesky traders, still looking for trade agreements. Begone! I need you not!
2nd Granite, 261
Apparently the death pit is a well. Well, it’s a death pit now. And it will be christened with blood.
The ghosts can stay. I like them.
4nd Granite, 261
It took them a while to get the groundhog into the well, but a few bolts got that done.



Also, for Armok’s sake, somebody dig him out.


6th Granite, 261

Just when I thought things were going to get boring. Sound the horns! Sharpen your blades!
Oh wait, it doesn’t have wings. Shucks. I was looking forward to experimenting on it.

10th Granite, 261

Great. More responsibilities. Can’t you just leave me to do science in peace?

And these levers were made for pulling. On repeat.

13th Granite, 261

So that’s what it does.

23rd Granite, 261
And this is why I hate designs which are not my own. You know what? I’ll just leave these levers like this, and hope nothing explodes.

23rd Slate, 261
Some migrants arrived earlier, but not one that mattered. Many projects are on their way, and the bridgedrop for undesirables has been completed, christened with the blood of a friend.

Only have one friend left. Better make it count.

3rd Felsite, 261

And my other friend. No friends left do distract me from science, as is supposed to be.

7th Felsite, 261

We lost one of the miners, while digging a magma shaft. Pity. He was useful.

12th Felsite, 261
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Curse all friends of nature! Now, I wonder if I know which levers to pull...

15th Felsite, 261
Apparently not. We’ll have to deal with them another way.


20th Felsite, 261
Dear past overseers,
What the hell are you doing with unlocked doors leading to the flooded corridors? Luckily nobody burned to death. Luckily. Unluckily. Whatever.

23rd Felsite, 261
We’ve got a possession. One of the bone doctors has run and claimed the leatherworks for his experiment. Hopefully we’ll get something useful.

Speaking of doctors and experiments, it has been a long time since I practiced my doctoring skills on anyone...

7th Hematite, 261

Great. A cap. What the hell are we going to do with a cap?
I’m already halfway done my reign, and construction is a bit slow. We must work faster. You! Yes, you! Go build some walls. What? You can’t even cut stone? What are you, an elf? Get going!

18th Galena, 261

Umans to the slaughter. God, how I hate visitors.
On a better note, my secret hideout is fully stocked and completed. Now I can keep watch of the fortress from a safe place, and give out the commands for my experiments from up high, where I can keep all the observations.

27th Galena, 261

There is only one more thing I want to do during my slow rule, and that is: breach the caverns. The previous overseers have sealed it off, but it is the underworld, a plethora of animals and horrors and terrors alike. I have seen much cave spider silk, and catching one of those giant monsters would be a great boon for our collection.

1st Sandstone, 261

Great. With us breaching the caverns and establishing a connection to the world under, you decide to be a host for some demonic god? Fine! Be that way! Go do whatever it is you want to do. Like I care.

1st Sandstone, 261

Great. A toy boat. Well, at least it’s magmaproof, so once I’ve completed my armokforsaken magmaproof babies, they can use it as a bath toy.

20th Timber, 261

How many times do I have to tell you NOT to open those doors? I mean, come on. And now someone else is dead. Great. Just great.

In other news, the cave spider silk collection is going according to schedule. No giants spotted yet, but when they are, we will capture them.

In other news, we are one pickstrike away from emptying the volcano into the underground reservoir. Just waiting for the forgotten beast to get close enough...

23rd Timber, 261
The liason! Such gal, wondering how we’re helping the mountainhome. As if we’ll be helping them. They should be helping us! We’re on the cutting-edge science and they’re asking what we’re doing? Just go away! I don’t care what you bring back! Just go!

3rd Moonstone, 261
I took whatever they had for the remains of the elves that we slaughtered in the depot. A good trade.

19th Obsidian, 261
Ambush. I ordered everyone inside.
Snatchers came with the ambushes, but I scared them all away.
All in all, only three casualties, I think.

31st Obsidian, 261
Well that’s the end of my rule. A boring, slow year, but at least now I can rest in peace. Later.

http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=5473