Some brat named Shorast Ibrukoddom infiltrated the base. Sheesh, I want slaves that can work, not brats that spend the day idling.
Heh. Some day, though, I might have a use for this girl.
Shortly after, a boy joined the forces. Hmph.
AND ANOTHER GIRL. Is there no end to it?
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The dwarf throws the stone tablet at the ground and it explodes into millions of tiny pieces. She then pounds his fist on the golden table in front of her. "Dammit", she says between clenched teeth. "I need more slaves!" She leans back in her chair and lets out a long, drawn out, sigh. "The iron curtain...I'll only see the iron handkerchief at this rate." She looks at her feet. "The research department is staffed 0. When will the great barbeque be accomplished?" She exhales through clenched teeth. "Not in my lifetime, with my current resources. I need more slaves..." She looks up. "And iron. Lots of iron."
-Two weeks later-
Zon stood on the precipe and looked down. She turned to the hapless engineer standing next to her and struck him in the face with the back of her fist. "Fool! The pump is facing the wrong direction!" Zon turned and walked away. "I expect the engineers to have this hole filled with magma by the end of this month." She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. "Did I make myself clear?"
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Excellent! My request for slaves went through, and the delivery arrived today, the 24th Granite. This should be good.
206...Finally, we've surpassed 205! That's what the first slave, a fisherdwarf accomplished.
Good. If all goes well, I'll hit three hundred slaves by the end of the year. Which reminds me - there's only one free block left in housing quarters.
2...3...4...5...Good, keep going!
What? Was that guy the last slave? No more? I am dissapointed.
Well, in other news, Zentou Mzirkeskal ascended to elite markmanship.
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Iron. There's no such thing as enough, is there? The miners are busy searching for lots of that stuff. I'm going to need it to make this mountainhome live up to its name. It seems like the caverns lack iron. Dissapointing. That means the surface is going to have lots of holes in it. The problem is, there probably won't be enough iron even if every last vein is mined. Oh well. Only time will tell.
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Today I just got the most hilarious report:
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Some kittens were born, a bad omen.
Shortly after, an elven caravan arrived. It is indeed a terrible day. For the elves. I'll wait for them to unload.
Anyway, another forgotten beast appeared shortly after the last one. Heh. It's hunting down kittens. Good fortune for sure!
It didn't manage to catch anything except a face full of silver bolts decorated with honey badger bone.
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I looked outside and saw the elves had arrived at their deathbed, so I set Wynz to work putting them in bed.
He gained the name, "The Cunning Conflict" as a reward for spearing all the elves with his masterful skills.
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That's all for this seasonal report. I look forward to what awaits us in the upcoming summer months.
That took too long.