Okay, only a three-month update. More happened than I was counting on....
2nd GraniteThe past few days have been... Interesting, to say the least. Melbil came up to me out of the blue and declared that I was now the leader of the fortress. Can't for the life of me figure out why; I'm a farmer, not a leader.
Well, I suppose I'll try to make the best of it.
4th GraniteMy first act as the new leader of the fortress was to decree that the mountains of hematite we have laying about be smelted into iron, which should then be smelted into pig iron and then, finally, the most important thing a fortress can create, save of course the legendary adamantine: glorious, wonderful steel.
This is going to use a lot of fuel, however. To that end, I've sent Prometheus and Zasit on two seperate goals. Firstly, to find more coal, and secondly, to dig down deep enough to strike the Blood of the Mountains.
11th GraniteAnother cavern! Prometheus was digging his way downward toward the precious magma when he broke through the roof to another cavern deep within the earth. He couldn't see too much, but one thing he did see was gold, and a lot of it. It's all thanks to me, of course. Yes, under my enlightened leadership, this fortress will be rich! There was some tetrahedrite, too, which is nice, but it's not gold.
21st GraniteJackpot.
1st SlateThe amount we've accomplished in the past month under My enlightened leadership is truly staggering. We've struck the blood of the mountain; we've begun large-scale production of steel; and best of all, we've discovered adamantine! I believe that all that have come before, and all that will follow, will agree that I am clearly the greatest dwarven leader the world has ever known.
To that end, and to try to connect on a better level with the masses beneath me, I've taken on the title Dear Leader, and decreed the excavation of a grand throne room worthy of My Majesty. All of dwarvenkind will know, forevermore, that Pwnzerfaust, Discoverer of the Adamantine, Tapper of the Mountainblood, Conqueror of the Caverns is to be feared and loved. It will be resplendent with gold statues and a masterful gold throne, truly worthy of Myself, and of those dwarves I rule over with a benevolent, but firm, hand.
18th SlateGods help me.
My stout sentries were patrolling our walls when a great shout went up. Not far to the southeast, coming over the hill, was a grand host of figures shambling their way toward My fortress.
My first thought was that the enemies of dwarvenkind were threatened by My greatness and had come to snuff out My life. I prepared to defend My fortress to the last peasant, but just then, the sentry shouted out that they weren't invaders--they were migrants! It's clear that I was right, but for the wrong reason: My Majesty certainly
had brought attention to My fortress, but from the mountainhomes, not our enemies!
I asked for a headcount. It took far longer than I'd expected. Or hoped. All told, the sentry estimated that there were upwards of three dozen dwarves.
I've ordered the drawbridge lowered and new bedrooms carved. Work on My throne room will have to be put on hold for now, much as it pains Me to say so.
26th SlateWe finally have an accurate headcount. Some fourty-three dwarves immigrated. The past week has been an absolute madhouse, trying to find some place for the immigrants to sleep, and some place to keep their animals. The miners are working hard to carve new bedrooms, and our two woodworkers are struggling to chop trees and construct beds for everyone.
I'm beginning to resent them, really. How dare they flood MY fortress and demand we accomodate them? With no prior notice?
Our population is now sixty, of whom twenty-four are children. I only hope that the food stores hold out long enough for us to expand the farms.
18th FelsiteWe've had a death. A farmer got stuck after constructing a wall to block off access to the lower cavern and died of thirst. No one heard his scratching at the wall, and he wasn't found until he was discovered to be missing and a search was performed.
I've ordered him to be interred in a small grave area opposite the future site of My throne room. Rest in peace, Kadol Kolostuk.
1st HematiteSummer has arrived. In the past month, I've been cooped up in my tiny, rough-walled office, signing paper after paper, work order after work order, stockpile record after stockpile record. I don't even leave to eat; I have one of the dregs bring me my food and drink. Sometimes, I just sleep on the floor.
Fortunately, however, with my wisdom and wit, I've saved the fortress. We now have five times as much farmland, which should be enough to feed our newly enormous population. The beds are being constructed quickly, as are the doors, for the thirty new bedrooms. A small alcove for the dead has been carved, should we suffer any more accidents.
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