5th Slate, 207.Draignean, while an upparalelled master in narcissism and general combat, has finally been deemed worthy of being called a pikemaster.
6th Slate, 206.I decied to peruse some of our engravings, well way from the hospital (though I've oredered it smoothed out so it looks less, you know, depressing.)
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I personally found the one of the kobold smashing into something hilarious.
17th Slate, 207.Seems ThatAussieGuy informs me if anyone touches his crossbow "I'll (he'll) tear thier arms off and beat them to death with them."
That's what I get for accepting someone named after a maddwarf into my fortress. At least his is made of actual metal...
20th Slate, 207.Mr Frog made a grievance about the bones and such litering the place while he went out to collect samples from the remains of the barbarians and spawn. Says he's studying the effects of undeath upon thier corrupted flesh or some such nonsense, whatever floats his boat I guess. I saw him walk outside with some funny jar, but I've stopped caring what he does with his strange concoctions, since his sleeping aids are the only thing at make sleeping bearable in this place for most of the population, myself included (these dirt walls don't stop spawn sounds as well as one would think.) But Ashsaber and Softa, if nothing else, can be seen as the one thing that will forever be preserved here should the fortress fall. Their cries will call travlers here, so that they may see our sacrifice when we are gone.
Also I decided to finish the road Mr Frog started work on during his reign as overseer. Now I need to figure out where the hell the levers that operate the roadway bridges for this summer. Oh and this poor bastard is still stuck. I have no idea how Mr Frog gets these images, but when I need to see something he makes sure it gets seen.
[Poor bastard. All his friends died around him, his arms are broken, and we've locked him in a stiarwell.]23rd Slate, 207.The liason informed Simon Tam that the capital is in need of head protection and medical supplies. they tacked on a few odds and ends, among thier wants being wooden cups. This being a fortress with so many stone ones, so having some wooden ones commissioned for trade shouldn't matter much.
The Liason also departed today, and with that, we are finally recognized as an official addition to our great nation!
Now I have more reason than ever to do my best for this fortress. And should I make unreasonable demands..... I'll blame no-one but myself if they go unheeded. Just as I tend to throw things at my wall, I'll probably want stupid things made.... But I'll do what I must to keep myself sane.... There's some pain that no amount of booze or Mr Frog's potions can fix.
2nd Felsite, 207.At long last! The final one has slipped and signed his death warrent!
As funtionality was returned to the original bridge to the depot, I was having more walls errected when the bastard struck! Doctormonch was assisting in building a floor for one of the recently built towers when he was bitten by the foul mystic.
[Seriously. His response to walking into Doctormonch was to try and take a chunk out of him. He was going to go sleep in the barracks I added near the depot after he finished (that's where he went and crapped out after the fight.)]Nevyn was also heading to the same tower and saw the fight and seemed to have moved to assist Doctormonch, now fighting for his life bashing away with his crossbow! Nevyn however, decided to finish the floor instead. Prick.
But, all was not lost! And we now may have a new mascot!
The stupid fuck ducked a swing and went right into the old bridge pit.
[Before] [After. Good job dumbass!]I ordered the ramp back up floored over, and the worker never even got it done. Doctormonch ran right down the ramp and came back up with gray matter on his crossbow.
3rd Felsite, 207.I've decide that as first act as baron of this fortress, I am going to establish a few military awards, so that our soldiers have something as a sign we know, care about, and respect thier work and sacrifices. Especially Fischer. She's traded raising a family and living a peaceful life for the life of a warrior. such a life is nasty, brutal, and often short. I know this from my own expierences when I took part in the battle at the Smooth Points of Pride.
The Adamantine Cross - The highest honor any of out soldiers will recieve. A medal made of pure adamantine, crossed pikeds over a cross and a skull in the foreground. ALl those soldiers who fought the undead shall recieve one.
The Iron Order - Awarded to those who held thier ground in the face of seemingly unbeatable odds. Fischer deserves recognition for that. A shield with a winged pike forged from iron shall be this medal's form.
The Civil Defense Order of Valor - To those who've fought the enemies of our nation without being a true soldier and won. Doctormonch shall recieve one of these, as will Askad, Bloodeyes, and Terrahex, for thier efforts against the necromancers. It will be made from copper, and will be of a fist clutching a crossbow on a diamond background.
The Copper Heart - Any who've gone to the hospital and lived will recieve one. I am going to have one awarded to The Master's lover on his behalf postumously, since he had survived it before Mitch's reforms. It will be made from copper with an image of our first monarch upon it.
[I'll include the pics of the engravings later on. Glad I got this update out, with pics!]