A stonecrafter went insane after trying to make a lungfish covered shirt. Serves him right.
KEAS OH GOD THEIR HUGE DEAR ARMOK THE HORROR WHY WOULD YOU EVER SETTLE WHERE THERE ARE GIANT KEAS HIGHMAX YOU MONSTER I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD.
After capturing a number of Keas, Giant Keas, Kea women, and other ushc onstrocities, I have devised a plan to eliminate them.
should be ready by the end of winter. I would hate to leave it unfinished. In toher news, I have begun the fortress defense initiative, to deal with our security issues. Every able bodied man and woman will be assigned a crossbow, ammunition, and some armour made from shells. I also noticed that the only alcohol we had on hand was wine. So much wine. Didn't they ever hear of variety in this hellish backwater?! To remedy this lamentable situation, I have ordered the old refuse stockpile to be turned into a greenhouse, and a new one dug out deeper underground.
Highmax gutted a Rhesus monkey who made it past the traps. I have ordered more traps put in place to counteract this. Project
will dispose of our prisoners, once finished.
Our legendary stoencrafter has beens truck by a fey mood! Hopefully we get something good, aye? In other news, struck a massisve vein of casseritite and began bronze broduction immediately. Bronze is far sharper than copper. In addition, silver weapons have been provided to our resident mace lords and hammer lords.
Looking through our records, we aparently have a shirt of armour, made from silver. As it is obviously unsuitable for combat, I have claimed it for myself. Shiny. We also have a very fancy crown, made from shale. Useless, but it's nice to look at.
One of our hammer lords has taken to duel weilding hammers. Alright then.
Caravan came, traded some baubles for some useful items. And a whip! Ahah!