3rd Slate, 510
Today is the day when Strategia has been found dead. The fact she was dead was pretty obvious for a good week now, but nobody bothered report it until there suddenly was a corpse in the dining room generating miasma. I love this fortress.
In other news, I have recruited Gizogin as an aide; while she won't be of much use when doing the nonexistent paperwork with that hand existence problem of hers, it's nice to have a loyalist for once. Perhaps more will come later? I will make sure that the next migrant wave is screened properly. If they come. Construction of an adamantine statue has been ordered, we'll place it at the main gates and it should work just fine. It's like biscuits of dwarven beer and syrup for a child.
As part of raising my legitimacy as this fortresses supreme ruler, I have just about halted every non-essential task and set my sights on ensuring the caverns are properly walled off, the more frequented areas smoothed, and statues erected. We had our primary staircase wide open, apparently secured by a door that was jammed by a corpse of something-or-another. Area turned into small cavern observation deck, already appreciated by a so-called Fath despite not being fully furnished.
A new well is currently under construction, featuring four separate shafts, a high-and-low pressure input area, and for the moment, nothing else. The chief medical dwarf cites hygienic issues related to the water at the bottom of the previous shaft going stale as a primary reason.
That is much for a month, and just enough. We've got what, only a year? to abolish this darned custom. I will be speaking with my comrades from the Rags of Breath soon, and later with the Baron. Soon we shall know results.