[Sorry for the delays. I got lazy, but here it is as promised. Next Update: Dauros' solo op into the depths.]
13th Slate, 210
Working on the paperwork has been taking longer than we thought it would. No matter. I have decided, in preparation for the invasion, to have a segment of road removed and replaced with a bridge. I think a steel one will be nice.
14th Slate, 210
I've ordered all of our crafting shops on the top floor of the fortress to begin cranking out bone bolts. The invasion begins soon. The spirit calls, and tells me our salvation lies below, a means to save our friends. But we must evict the current residents.
AussieEvil reported another vein of gold was struck. I wonder if we could purchase the capital's favor with enough masterpiece gold coinage.... And iron. And more gold.
17th Slate, 210
We're making progress. Not quite done but it's getting there. Maybe we'll be finished with this garbage and be done by the end of the month so we can button up and take what is ours below.
I've visited Mr Frog and noticed while he's got a good set-up, I figured he could use a bigger space. We had a hollowed out area that, with some tender care, a few vents installed for air, and of course furnishings, would make a very serviceable lab so he can get more done at once. He didn't file a request or anything, I just think he could use the extra space; his room's become quite cluttered with old and broken items he refuses to get rid of. Some nonsense about make use of the scraps that work in them.
18th Slate, 210
More bolts come out daily. Come summer, we will have what we need, I know it.
The levers for Dauros' journey into the caverns are in place, we need only the gates to keep other terrors at bay. Mr Frog tells me Ebra has moved away from there, but Kob is a valid target, who lurks where his extra eyes cannot see.
19th Slate, 210
Ah, how I do so love the sound of cleaver meeting skull. But if I get another report of fucking sloth bears giving birth I'm having them killed and made into ammo too.
The liaison says while many a fortress lives on the products of its herds, be they herds of cattle or cats, what we're doing seems so.... Off for dwarves, mowing down livestock indiscriminately without the thought of keeping breeding stock. Personally I see it as paying homage to a departed friend. Dicer's been declared a hammerlord as well. Good for her... Him... Whatever. I'll have to ask about that so I cans end a congratulatory barrel of booze to the new lord of the hammer.
I'll be he ran out of ammo during a training session.
I've put out a blanet order upon seeing reports in ym inbox of more gods damned animals being born: Kill them all, spare only those held dear to the dwarves, the two species of emu, and the dogs.
Also I'm going to politely ask Corai to never touch a mechanism again. He's too slow. I wonder if there's a better word for "Clumsy, sober-brained fool" for bad mechanics. And for that matter, i wonder if sloth bear skulls will make good mugs...
20th Slate, 210
Bin production resumes. Piles of shit are beginning to make themselves known again and we have the wood.
22nd Slate, 210
Dauros tells me he is ready. He will do the fortress proud. I've ordered him not to take unnecessary risks. The liaison doesn't know what Ebra and Kob are composed of, and having Dauros slay two of the great horrors on his first official action as Champion would bring a little favor to us. Plus Dauros will be among those few who've slain such eldritch monsters and if he manages to fell any others then that will just be the gravy on the cake.