1st Moonstone to 1st Granite
Winter is the worst season. The river is going to freeze. I'm going to freeze. I often think we should set the town on fire just to keep warm. I really, really hate winter. Of course, as winters go, those here are pretty mild.
Flamey just interrupted me, screaming about leather not being appropriate material for clothing. I'm tempted to invent something called the Internet just to prove him wrong, but it's probably not worth the effort.
On the other hand, I really, really wish people would stop trying to talk to me while I'm swinging my axe. In any case, I told him to get people spinning rope reed into thread and then weaving it into cloth. I asked why he hadn't brought it up before. All I got was a sheepish look and whispers involving the Old Temple Pillars and leather thongs. I decided not to push it and sent him off to supervise the cloth making.
Which reminds me, I intended to build some pillars at the entries to the new temple. I send a messenger to the masons to build some pillars around the temple. It doesn't take too long to get those ordered and I see as I come back through the new temple, that Flamey is standing near the Farmers workshops, whipping away to make the move faster. I honestly wish he wouldn't, but it's easier to just leave him alone.
Meanwhile, I had some artwork done of the achievements of the fortress. First, the most important: The New Temple of Broseph Stalin.
http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll274/Triaxx2/MurderfarmedBroTemple_zpse86d12c8.jpgSecond, the Housing for the people of New Murderfarmed, an accomplishment of dwarfkind.
http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll274/Triaxx2/MurderfarmedNewHousing_zps5610b0bd.jpgFinally, my personal achievement, the Smelting Pen.
http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll274/Triaxx2/MurderfarmedForging_zpscf943bb0.jpgSo, in order to prepare for the next administrator, I'm working on some things that need to be done. Firstly, I've ordered the smelters fired up, and I'm having the copper weapons collected from the Goblins melted down. I prefer mechanisms so we can release caged animals with ease. I've got the Wood Furnace churning out ash and charcoal, in a ratio of two charcoal to one ash. This way we can make Clay Pots, and then glaze them, as well as having charcoal for smelting and forging.
One of the things the next administrator is a small walking bridge across the river, which might be left, or should be removed to minimize the paths for attackers. It's narrow and could easily be defended, or could turn into a defensive nightmare. It was used to transfer fireclay from the main wood stockpile to the new fireclay stockpile across the river.
There is room for expansion of the housing across the river, but to do so, there is a pond there that should perhaps be mined out. However, the Housing should not go beyond the outer watch towers.
Also a clean up of all the old clothing should be organized, so it can be sorted into bins and traded for necessary goods, and materials. Someone should probably pick up all the fired, but unbroken bolts lying around. Argonnek gets shirty when some of the animals run away with them, and I don't necessarily blame him, but there's nothing we can do. On the other hand, there's no reason for them to just lie around rotting.
I've also informed Flamey that if he wants cloth, then he's going to have to challenge Sacha in the Thunderdome for it, because as soon as it get's woven, she runs in and hauls it off to the hospitals. I don't know what to do, so it's up to him.
Helmet suggested I throw them off the top of the new temple as a sacrifice. Oh, how tempted I am. On the other hand, he suggested we mount Winter's body as a wind vane on the old temple with a spear. I tried to talk to him, and suggest using a goblin body instead, but he wasn't very receptive.
One other thing, Ezum Libashzefon informed me today that her name was recorded incorrectly on the rolls. It's actually Nyala. I've made the appropriate changes. That also explains the strange chanting I keep hearing. It seems she's quite skilled at Dwarven Lacrosse, which isn't much different from Normal lacrosse, except that the ball is a Spiked Iron one. And it's played with warhammers. A very dwarven game indeed.
Finally, the last thing that the new admin should do is start making some clay crafts we can sell the elves. Unless of course that's not their thing. Either way, it will be out of my hands. Of course, I'm a little worried we didn't see any gobbos. I figure my successor is going to have to fight them off.
Now, with that said, I finally located the critter that's been causing all the 'can't feed' complaints. For some reason, Flamey's had a lamb up on his second floor balcony that no one can get to. I ordered a ramp erected so we can get to it to feed it.
Unfortunately, where I thought that I'd managed to acquire an additional alpaca, I actually picked up a Llama. Which makes for the fourth Male Llama we have. I'll leave it too my successor to sort that out.
Helmet presented me with a Leaf hat. I didn't make an issue that I'm not much for hats. I just thanked him and he went along his way, without bothering me further. It's not a bad hat, as hats go, so I'll hang it up someplace nice.
One last thing for the new administrator. We need to have the roads finished.
I was finally able to disconnect the main wood stockpile from the Fire Clay pile across the river. It's also disconnected from the one beneath the Bowyer.
The Liason has finally passed over his list of needs for the Mountainhomes:
Tanned Hides, Leather Waterskins, Toys, and Prepared Meals will bring the best Price. Followed by Crowns. Amulets, Backpacks, and Fish are in great demand. Finally, they request, though not urgently, thread and powder.
I have placed two copies of this list for the future leader. One is held by mayor Udil, the other is pressed within the pages of Flamey's notebook. His responsibility, drilled into his head by the butt of my axe handle is to ensure that a copy finds it's way into the hands of my successor.
The ponds and the river have frozen. I've ordered Betelgeuse and his assistants to chop out the ice in those blocking new housing. I hope they can get it done in time to prevent them from refilling. If not, it was at least worth a shot.
Well, they seem to have managed it. I also had them enlarge the pond in the complex near the graveyard. It'll look nice and not leave land we can't use. Now there's room for the further expansion of the housing, should it be necessary. And I have a suspicion it will.
I still worry about the lack of goblins, but it will soon be someone elses problem. The glue has finally given way, and while I still wear the crown of leadership, I already feel the power of it failing. Soon, this barrel full of monkeys will have to fend for itself. I will not miss it.
The Liason left on the 16th of Opal, after one last celebration. I didn't take part. No sense taking the chance of them putting the glue back. Come to think of it, in four days, it will have been a year under my leadership. And nothing has gone horribly wrong. I suspect this is the first time in the history of Murderfarmed. The new guy is just flat out doomed. Might as well invent underpants, start wearing them on his head and build a hugely pointless, yet disturbingly phallic magma distribution device.
One interesting thing. The wolf is at the door. Unfortunately, he walked straight into a hunter who ventilated him, and was then killed by a punch to the head from a passing marksdwarf. He more or less just walked passed, and killed it with a single punch.
Well, I guess that means Wolf Jerky for everyone! Unfortunately, it seems not everyone is happy with my rule. Which is fine by me. I'm about to leave the throne, but It's going to be bad. I don't have an idea what to do, except for one. I'm going to freaking HIDE.
One year. One year since Winter died, one year since I was elected. One year. It has been a long one. I think it's good my time is up. It's time to let a fresh mind take over.
It seems, after talking with the angry dwarves, that we need a well, and that for some reason they were drinking vomit. I've ordered one built in the basement of the town hall, over the reservoir. It should keep them happy. A little investigation shows that we are not producing booze as much as we should. I'm not sure why, and it's something that needs to be investigated. I think we may have a saboteur among our brethren. I pulled Helmet aside, and warned him. He said it might just be an accident and that the still is running again, but I'm leaving a note. I want the new overseer to consider seizing the trade goods of the elves. That will bring us cloth and booze. For now though, the waters have defrosted and we are safe again but for how long, I cannot say.
The 23rd of Opal saw our brother dwarves leave. Whether their leaving heralds the end of the sabotage, I do not know. It is suspicious that this was just brought to my attention.
The people need something. A great and joyous thing to look at. I have the perfect thought, though no where near enough remaining time to realize it.
A great fall of water, to rain down from the sky and create a sheath of water over the top of the new temple, draining again into the river.
I leave it to the future of Murderfarmed to see it done. Hail Murderfarmed...
Unfortunately, one of our marksdwarves went berserk. Sodel was struck down by one of his cohorts, his suffering in this mortal coil ended by a single swift blow. We also have a Llama missing. I think that things are about to get a lot worse for Murderfarmed.
This isn't good. I've just learned that another of our marksdwarves has gone missing.
Damn, it's disintegrating fast. I've thrown the crown on the ground. I don't know who will end up with it, but the fighting is already breaking out. No one is safe. Sacha and Flamey have both made stands and are shouting at one another from the new hospital to the old, each screaming obscenities to burn the ears of the heartiest dwarf.
Several dwarves are fighting with one another. The new battle for Murderfarmed is beginning. I blame the mouths of several dwarves who can't keep rumors of Sabotage to themselves.
Even rain fails to quell the fighting. It seems to strengthen it. This is the true word of Broseph. Dwarf was not meant to live like this. He will come again to tell us. All things shall be true when he returns. But above all, this: The surface world is for elves, and humans and all the lesser creatures. Only the stone holds truth. ONLY STONE!
Okay, so I... what the heck is that? According to one of the others I was shouting while I wrote it. I'm not sure why, but I did. I can't bring myself to cross it out either. No idea why. One of the farmers has thrown a party. We're up to 24 drinks, which isn't nearly enough, but it's far better than nothing. I know there's no way to go without them.
The party seems to be working, if slowly. There's a bit of cheer in the air. I don't know if it will last, but I hope, seriously hope it will save us.
And it appears to have done so. We have begun the slow, arduous climb out of the tantrum spiral. I hope our next leader is capable and charismatic.
The final map of Murderfarmed 354:
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I keep reordering the still to produce booze and it does for a bit then stops. I'm not sure the problem, though I did order a bunch of jugs cooked then glazed. Save should come sometime very early tomorrow morning. Weather is interfering with the internet.
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