Count Eric has suffered a tragic accident.
Actually, he did. Or at least a tragic exposure to the undead. Count Eric, Helgoland, and Arcangelsd are currently mindless ravening creatures of unlife trapped in cages.
Count Eric mandates opening the cage!
Nice try, ex-Count.
Dinjoralo, you are still alive, and I'm sure you have been up to some wacky hijinks, but I didn't see you, so you're in the clear for now. I'm still keeping my eye on this, though:
Nothing suspicious about this, no . . .
And to whomever asked about our magma and metalworking capabilities, we have had magma workshops and smithing since before my turn started. We have materials enough for enough brass to collapse into a black hole. Or a brass hole, anyway. Ferrous materials, though, . . . not so much. I have traded for what I could, but it still isn't a whole lot.
9 Timber, 511
Stran the not-so-Forgotten Beast has made a move up the FB highway. The Rags of Breath and the Rough Crotch-Pinnacles were sent to put him down, and down he was put. El Presidente Kar Puwuncobi delivered the killing blow with her silver war hammer. Most impressive.
28 Timber, 511
Thaddeus has succumbed to infection. I didn't even know he was sick. A quick check of the other dwarves shows no other infection, but I will Gizogin, our chief medical dwarf, orders to keep alert for any sign of plague.
On an unrelated note, dwarven traders are here and I scored some iron and steel weapons and armor, not to mention a nifty steel serrated disc. I can't wait to see this baby in action. Also offered some goods to the mountain home.
This was an engraving done on the wall in the Doom Room, the place where captives can be ushered from this mortal realm. Very odd. Excellent title, though.
9 Moonstone
Edem the engraver has been taken by a fey mood and has claimed a craftsdwarf's workshop. Armok save me from these moody artists.
24 Moonstone
Edem made a useless amulet worth 6000 dwarfbux. Uninspired. At least it has improved his already excellent engraving skills.
21 Opal, 511
'Kar Puwuncobi' Inenmonom, El Presidente has grown attached to a copper shield. It takes all kinds, I guess.
I will play more after I get the horde of girls ravening through the house for my little girl's slumber party to calm down and start watching a movie.