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We can use the current one. I like the big trees and slightly smarter dorfs.

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I'll take .34.11 thanks. I want to know I'll get to kill things for sure.

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[Sus]

(The following notes have been hastily scribbled into the margins of the page, seemingly as an afterthought)
- Set up a second still, made of brass bars. Can't go cheap when booze is in question!
- Dariush and The Master II have been dorfed as the closest match I could find. Sadly, no legendaries available, so I picked the most skilled unclaimed weaponsmith for Dariush and the best available fighter for The Master II. Dariush has all labors disabled except weaponsmithing, metal crafting and suturing.

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(Please don't kill me...)

[Splint]

Steelcrazy!? Dude, The Master lucked out with that one.

[Talvieno]

Lol, wow. Sus, you move fast.     Kudos to you for that. Loving every bit of the writeup so far - you're doing an awesome job. Sounds like you pretty much have everything under control. Also, pretty nice character... Scottish, right? Possibly with a little something else I can't quite put my finger on.

You're expanding the clover/shamrock?   I can't quite remember just how bad of shape it was in when I left it... lol

The image next to STRAZXA!!! is 404'd, by the way. I can't see it.

Mr Frog - Strazxa must've shown up during your turn, right? I don't recall seeing anyone by that name (or naming anyone that).

[Terrahex]

Sorry can't read right now. got to get to work. wrote this at school

Spoiler: A night at Spearbreakers (click to show/hide)

   It was a quiet night throughout Spearbreakers. It was one of those rare, magical times when the only enemies were the dwarves infected with Spawnitis during the year of Mr Frog. Now it was the first day of the year of Sus, the fifth ruler of the fortress.
   Mr Frog was drawing plans in his room. The plans were for a sword that would rend flesh like no other. Splint pointed to various pieces of the drawing, using his finger to indicate the circles that small serrated discs would rotate in. at this point is was a regular sword with small, small serrated discs running around the edge. Last week it had been a large small serrated disc put on a stick. Before that it had been just serrated discs at the hilt of the sword to grind an opponent’s weapon to dust.
   Talvi had fallen asleep in the hall, her cavies sleeping around her prone form to hide her if Mr Frog happened to leave his room that night. She spent days in a row deprived of sleep by spying on her crush. Earlier in the day she had been carrying Draignean’s calanders for the last time during his reign, her tummy was full of bits and pieces of the words that she didn’t understand, trying to digest the knowledge.
   Draignean was currently in the barracks sparring with Fischer and Ashsaber II. He was ecstatic as the clock turned 12 and his overseership was stripped from him, yelling about how he was now humble and modest as Fischer and Ashsaber tried to pummel him to the ground to make him go to sleep.
   Terrahex was snuggled up in a corner, too timid to ask Splint for a room of his own. Yesterday he had slept in the fields, but that had nearly got him found out in the morning when there was a dwarf shaped imprint in the mud. He was dreaming of a land where Spawn and Dwarf could walk hand in claw.
   Bombzero was dancing while cutting meat in the butchery. It was spawn meat, but she figured that what Splint didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Her voice rose as she sang Stairway to Armok, her blade cutting through flesh like it was wet paper, blood splattering the ground around her feet.
   A woman wept as she opened the door to the graveyard, falling at The Master’s coffin’s foot. She had been his wife at their previous fortress and had just arrived months before he had gone insaner. The Master had gone ahead of her to secure a place for them to live. She cried for his death and the loss of the golden rose he had given to her at their wedding. Opening the coffin to get one last look at her husband, she found the rose, much to her surprise, clasped in his hands over his heart.
   Mitchewawa was lying in his bed, consulting the cracks in the ceiling and contemplating how he was the only one who made any sense around here.
   Solpyre was in his chamber, consulting maps and records, knowing that something was missing to this puzzle. He knew something arcane was here. He just knew. It was either here or would be here. He puzzled at the broken blue gem that was supposed to be a spearhead. Images on the side told an arcane story that had driven its creator mad to record. He would solve the mystery. It was only a matter of time.
   Choppa was grumbling at his forge about how he came here to cut wood and now he was just about as far from the surface as Spearbreakers gets.  He turned out another iron spike, musing about how he was helping the fortress while simultaneously cursing Draignean and his fore fathers.
   Meanwhile Sus was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. “How am I going to do this?” he muttered to himself. he was overwhelmed with the responsibility, not knowing how adequate he really was for the job.

[Splint]

Excellent Terrahex. And in my last entry, the dwarf mnetioned lacking a journal tethered to them was you.

[Draignean]

The who to the what, now?
Which lever?

It should be to the right of the spike control level, on the same horizontal plane. I mentioned it in my sit-rep, should be grey. It controls the bridge that leads onto the spike trap.

[Terrahex]

Excellent Terrahex. And in my last entry, the dwarf mnetioned lacking a journal tethered to them was you.

I know, but I was waiting till your dorf tracked down mine and somehow forced mine to take a diary or something. There's no way terra hex the dorf would just ask for one

[Splint]

Ah. I guess you'll be journalless til Sus' next write-up then.

And I'm glad the spawn are being merciful.

[Terrahex]

By the way, I forgot to mention that if I missed any character in that write up up there then could somebody please tell me so I could add them


EDIT: somebody name that girl who had the golden rose too

[Sus]

Lol, wow. Sus, you move fast.     Kudos to you for that. Loving every bit of the writeup so far - you're doing an awesome job. Sounds like you pretty much have everything under control. Also, pretty nice character... Scottish, right? Possibly with a little something else I can't quite put my finger on.

I kind of modeled him on Durkon Thundershield from Order of the Stick, who, I guess, is Scottish...ish. Also, I think Dwarf!Sus is supposed to be a simple, down to earth (much more literally than the usual sense ) working class character who's kind of over his head when he suddenly finds himself in charge of the whole fort.

You're expanding the clover/shamrock?   I can't quite remember just how bad of shape it was in when I left it... lol

It was missing two leaves, at least, and only one was partially stocked with coffins. Given our usual circumstances, I've decided to step up the funeral industry a bit.

The image next to STRAZXA!!! is 404'd, by the way. I can't see it.

Damn. It was supposed to be the something awful :rage: fist-shake... Replacing it with a for now.

[Mr Frog]

Spoiler: Journal of Mr Frog (click to show/hide)

Entry #3092

Draignean wasn't listening to my and Mekkia's suggestion that we rig up a spike trap in our entrance, despite the fact that we desperately need some means of killing HS-2 that doesn't involve throwing soldiers at them until they can't kill any more soldiers, so I used a bit of drug-induced hypnotic suggestion. I figured that he'd be more likely to accept our ideas if he thought that they were his own. It worked very well, though he seems to be a bit confused. More so than usual, I mean.

I must admit that a great deal more of the plans than my pride would like had in fact been drawn up by Mekkia. Despite my initial opinions, these dwarves are acceptably-brilliant in their own right.


[ ... ]


Entry #3099

It appears that more and more of the military have been developing pseudo-social bonds with their equipment. This is very strong evidence in support of Dr. Gladys's "Companion Cube" theory. Truly, this is a bright day for science!


[ ... ]


Entry #3105

Draignean has, in his apparently-insatiable lust for shiny things, ordered yet more of those infernal spires to be mined out!

I do now at least have a fallback in case things go sour, however. I don't know for sure if it'll work, but it had appeared to have had the intended effect on Draignean earlier, so it should be okay.


[ ... ]


Entry #3110

My hands are shaking as I type this... another wave of HS-2 has arrived today. One of them, a female, was larger than the others, and her flesh was covered with spiraling pink tattoos resembling long chains of serrated Spawn mouthparts. Also -- though I am reluctant to even entertain the notion -- it appeared as though she was commanding the rest of the horde; when she cried, the others would go silent and turn their heads towards her as though they were listening.
I am deeply disturbed by this. Neither HS-1 nor HS-2 had demonstrated any complex social structure beyond a basic swarming instinct, nor had they demonstrated the cognitive capacity required for complex verbal communication. What, exactly, *are* these things?

Fortunately, though the HS-2 apparently had the presence of mind to avoid reflexively dodging off our rigged catwalk and into the surrounding chasm -- again, very disturbing -- I am pleased to report that, despite the spike trap not yet functioning at full capacity (I had very strong words to say to Draignean regarding his decision to press it into service so prematurely), it still inflicted a delightful amount of carnage on the HS, softening their ranks enough for our military to easily defeat them. I have added the footage of the HS walking through the trap to my personal archives; watching the abominations struggling on the ends of five iron spikes which had been rammed straight through their torsos is unbelievably cathartic.


[ ... ]


Entry # 3114

I found a tack on my bed today, along with a note that said the following:

"How'd you like my cunning trap, you tr'sonous calendar-thief?
"You'll never de'uce who I am, but that's your own fault for picking a fight with a tacti'l genius such as myself!
"Sin'rely, Draignean"

The recorded surveillance feed supported the note's assertion that it was, in fact, Draignean who snuck into my room at night and placed a tack on my bed along with a note that directly implicated himself. There are no words for this, only gentle weeping for these dwarves' evolutionary future.

I need a drink.


[ ... ]


Entry #3116

Shocking development today -- Draignean has decided to give up the title of Overseer of his own accord. Though this means that I'll have to wait a bit before testing the untraceable poison, I am very happy that the situation resolved itself in a non-fatal manner. In fact, after Draignean was finished with his theatrics, I went down to my quarters and danced a little jig (Accidentally knocking over my cabinet in a freak accident; really, even though I haven't practiced lately, I *can* still bust a good move when I put my mind to it). Anybody would be better than that lunatic.

NOTE TO TALVIENO: This is technically a response to Draignean's last entry, so it should probably be placed with the Year 4 journals.

[Mitchewawa]

Osta Hateapex, the goblin. What a funny name.

[SolPyre]

The picture is nearing completion!
(and maybe you want to wait until im done to see but here is the progress)

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[Sus]

19th Hematite, 204
The production o' iron spikes be lagging behind. I immediat'ly order the forges t' turn out as many spikes as dwarvenly poss'ble.
While I be attendin' some o' tha less pressin' matters like bedroom designations, a commotion comes from the outdoors.

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Some kind o' weird bull-headed humanoid shows up at our doorstep. Like many others b'fore, it makes a beeline for th' fort entrance.

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Tho' it be hard t' see thru all the miasma waftin' about, our militia an' war dogs go 'bout their business at 'eir usual eff'ency. In the end, Gemblade chops th' brute ta bits an' spills its guts all o'er the floor.

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Cannae call it a pretty picture, but what can ye do; th' thing had it comin', thinkin' it can just walk into Spearbreakers like that.
Now ta clean up th' mess... I guess I'll need ta reclaim the gear o' the fallen goblins an' that minotaur thing, if it had any. Also need to be thinkin' 'bout beefin' up our military a bit; tho' they're plenty capable, our killin'dorfs are spread a bit thin. I figure a fresh recruit or two a squad woul' give 'em a bit more time ta catch their breath 'tween the brawls. Also need to be thinkin' 'bout that marksdorf squad.

1)I C wut U did thar.

15th Limestone, 204
After the bull monster bit it, I set about t' produce s' more weapons for th' militia. Some pikes an' battle axes are in order, at least. Crossbows we have no shortage of, as I'd set those on repeated product'n earlier and forgot about it for a time. O' well, at least we've got a quality crossbow or two for av'ry marksdorf.

I went ahead an' declared myself Mayor, no matter what that twat o' a diplomat says. 'e seemed to make a big deal out o' it, screamin' all about "outrageous behavior" or whatnot an' sayin' he had importan' friends and tha' I'd be punish'd. I helped 'im out th' door and gave 'im an encouragin' kick on th' rump ta send 'im on 'is way.

'nother wave o' migrants strolled in. I told Splint t' set them workin' on whatever he thinks they're good fer, or hauling if they've no useful skills. On the other hand, some o' the patients in tha hospital didn' make it, either due to wounds or th' fact th' medics responsible fer feedin' em seem like a bunch o' the laziest louts I ever set eyes upon. Rolf an' Ashsaber II, at least, are no long'r wit' us. Seems 'twas a timely decis'n ta make more room in th' Funeral Clover. (Somedorf's been so bold as to even stuff their pet in one o' th' coffins. Hrmph.)

There was a longish quiet while 'fore th' human caravan show'd up. They'd almost made it inside when the greenskins made 'nother pass at robbin 'em. I sent th' militia to tha gates, seein' there's nae much threat from a couple o' goblins.

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But somethin' was off here; these goblins seem'd much more organiz'd than their usual ilk. I was surveyin' th' battle from a lookout point when I saw it: A creature much taller an' bigger 'n any goblin. A Spawn of Holistic! How in the Gods' names coul' such a thing be leadin' a band o' magny greenskins? 'twas most troublin'.

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'twas too late ta close th' gates, as th' thing was already upon our sold'rs. A good thing they 'ad so much armor, otherwise they'd got bitten fer sure. As it was, th' thing ne'er got a bite in 'fore Fischer punched it straight innae mouth wit' 'er gauntlet, sendin' teeth flyin' ev'rywere.
Th' thing fought on fer a while, until she drove 'er spear right thru its heart. At this point th' goblins found their runnin'feet, but it was too late fer 'em an' the filthy scum got slaughtered to the last stinkin' one o' em.

Splint was makin' all sorts o' excuses not ta talk wit' the humans, so I told some random dorf near th' depot ta buy us some booze an' barrels at least, an' a couple o' spears would do nicely, thank ye.'

Tha's it fer th' summer. Now, I gotta ponder on this whole "war leader" thing. Maybe that shady Mr Frog char'cter can shed some light on what happen'd out there; 'e seems ta know more 'bout these things 'n 'e lets out...

[Mr Frog]

Spawn can assimilate into other societies (a fact which I'm sure would shock dorf!Mr Frog to no end). A Spawn that assimilated into a goblin society would likely rise to the top very quickly and stay there, seeing as how they're ridiculously hard-to-kill and don't die from old age.

Unless you wanted an in-character response, in which case you'll probably get one, if/when I ever get around to it.