Autumn. The dwarven caravan has arrived. Unfortunately, we had to lower our bridges to welcome the outpost liason in the middle of our cleansing operation, so there was the part about random zombies coming in to party
Stuffman is overzealous about no parties.Stuffman, once again, charged forth, breaking a few of his own limbs in the process of dismembering a zombie. He'll be hauled to the hospital shortly after, but I have no idea how long he will take to recover, if at all. As his right arm dangled uselessly on the bed he assured me that they were only flesh wounds. I doubt it.
The caravan finally arrive. I swiftly went in to trade all their wood, charcoal and wood related products with the crafts we have.
Highzealot was scared to death by some ghost. As I haul his body off the ground, the spectre mumbled something to me.
You're next....I immediately send a suika to carve it a memorial.
With our broker gone I told Patchouli, with her master skill in judge of intent to replace him. She narrowed her eyes, and finally judged me to be a douchebag. I don't disagree. A few minutes afterward she told me she couldn't be bothered with all this brokering. She had, after all, a meeting to conduct
A likely story.I finally got ahold of a craftsuika, Deler, to do the job. He seemed fairly willing, better than lounging about the dining room, he assured me.
With the amount of crafts we had, we were able to buy every metal object they had, as well as their wood. With my little knowledge of prices I attempted to trade with the least losses as possible.
Noticing that they had plenty of leather I proceed to buy most of them. around 50, to be exact. We do not have much opportunities to obtain it, and we would need to to craft leather armour for the military. Not the best substitute, but without lignite or coal to fuel our metal industry it would have to do.
Winter
As I lower the bridges for the merchants to leave, Mokou-power dashed out like a madman. He told me he was going to pick up equipment. I dismissed it as the ramblings of a suika looking for death.
COME AT ME BRUH, YEH COME GET SOME BISH, I'M AN IMMORTAL. WHAT-HO!The other suikas came out to help him in the dispatching of the monster. I grabbed his screaming body back into the fort in case he had any other notions of immortality.
I start the construction of the walls in a bid to build a safe area outside for suikas. One of the masons suddenly came down, paralysed, suffocating shortly after. I suspected it was the syndrome rain, and immediately ordered everyone back inside. The construction will have to wait.
Construction is halting. More undead come to disturb my masons. I'm afraid at least half of them will die. A necessary sacrifice, however.
More disaster.
The door guarder has arrived to take our doors.I hastily ordered everyone back inside, but the corpses are refusing to leave my men be. I slam my axe into some, but more keep coming back. A recruit was killed in the massacre, and two others unconscious. We might have to abandon them.
The meilingkkuri arrived unexpectedly fast. I decide to abandon the two recruits and make a dash for it. we will be waiting for their corpses behind the bridges. Recruit Monom has finally snapped, attempting to attack all of us. I dodged some of his flailing fists, and he eventually calmed down. I could hear screaming above. Our recruits did not make it.
After a moment of guarding a door outside, it entered the fort
beforeafterCorpses of suikas and undead are littered outside. I dare not touch them.
Patchy has a shot of inspiration.
An artifact about...an artifact?Stuffman has a suicidal intention. I drag him back from the bridges before he could chop any of the undead outside.