[You weren't given a replacement, your dwarf never died. I left you as a strike-thru on the list to be funny.]
26th Limestone, 207.Stupid prick still hasn't shown up to finish our negoiations. Fischer killed a deer that a huntsman didn't bother to finish when he ran out of ammo, so we got a little home-killed venision now, which is good. I swear I keep hearing things as of late.... Maybe Stova's spirit is haunting my hammer or something.
The prison construction is progressing smoothly and the doors for Fischer's tomb are done. She'll rest like a royal when that terrible day comes.
There seems to be some architectural glitch for the surface farm so I'm having the stairs dismantled and a ramp put up instead. And I'm still sitting here with my thumb stuck up my ass until that damned merchant representative sees fit to drag his lazy ass up here.
6th Sandstone, 207.He finally stopped whacking off by the wells or whatever he was doing and met with me today. The prison is also nearing final completion with all the facilities the guard will need for training, and a small office to hold trials in so we don't have another fiasco like with the military liason and Hans.
8th Sandstone, 207. Intermitant Entry.Rose has been a touch out of line lately. As the diplomat is sleeping in the skulker barracks Rose decided to organize a rather harsh training regimen for myself and the other bodyguards. Almost reminds me of Stova to be honest, but there's something... off about her. bah, maybe I'm just getting paranoid...
15th Sandstone, 207.Prison's done. Each cell contains a bed, a place to eat, a restrant, and a place for personal effects should the imprisoned decide to bring them into the cell with them (Journals, spare clothes, sketchbooks and the like.) I've also had sets of bars on both ends installed on the corridor as a back-up measure and asked Mr Frog to install whatever security measures it is he's spread around the place in each cell as well.
16th Sandstone, 207. Intermitent Entry.This is embarressing. Turns out the reason no-one got the farms made or the tower built was the door to them was locked. I feel a bit.... Stupid for not asking if that was the problem.
17th Sandstone, 207.The drumbeats sounded of a great beast arriving into our territory! A minortaur to be specific. Even as just a child it stands larger than any of us here. Fischer said she'd fight the beast alone. I have every bit of confidence in her.
[This was just as the battle was about to begin. Place your bets dwarfs and dwarfettes!]She met the beast out on the hill, more or less in the middle of our bloodplain. The stupid brute charged her and while it succeeded in knocking her over, it lost its balance and they tumbled over eachother, with Fischer managing to get on top of it (I was watching from the bridged-tower.) She stabbed the bullman in the arm, a sickening crack being audible even up from the tower before the beast got up, only to be bitten twice by the Colonel and knocked over by her charge! I dare say she must be possessed by the spirits of the spawn she's slain as she was able to shake the beast about like a ragdoll after she bit it, the thing making one pitiful cry before it passed out. She then rammed her pike into it's head multiple times before the beast breathed no more.
Afterwards I saw her tear the fell beat's head off, spit it on her pike and raise it triumphantly over herself and let out a cry of victory to all of us watching from the tower. We have since mounted said head, after having Mr Frog cure it so it wouldn't rot, in the main dining hall.
20th Sandstone, 207.Agreement's been brokered and the merchants are still packing in to head off. We did dump quite a bit on them, as it's taking a long time for them to actually finish. The diplomat bid us farewell and left on good terms. My hammer seems pleased by this.
25th Sandstone, 207. Surface farm is built and walled in. Other than the minotaur, nothing eventful really happened as of late. I'm sure the spawn, barbarians, or goblins will have something to say about that when the home caravan arrives.