22nd Hematite, 1162 Early Summer
A forgotten beast came to the top cavern layer, a blob made of fire with a shell. I'm not sure I comprehend it's true form.
5 more migrants came, one of them a great engraver, another a great siege engineer/siege operator/mechanic. The rest is useless. I think it's time to recruit a hammerdwarf squad from among the legends.
22nd Galena, 1162 Late Summer
Human caravan and diplomats arrived, we started hauling our rather large supply of large clothes (from all the trolls) to the depot. A goblin hammer squad ambushed the diplomat's bodyguards, but as both of them were lashers... well, it didn't end well for the greenskins. By the time our soldiers rushed out, there were no enemies alive, and a scarred human lasher stood proud, having earned the name Puji Vesseltrims the Bright Screams of Wonder. I guess it's from all those goblin 'What the f... (sound of goblin death)'s she caused.
Another 3 useless migrants came as the caravan was leaving. Fortress population is now 96.
3 blind cave ogres walked into cage traps, lured in by the Forgotten Beast bait wooden armor stand in the middle caverns. I'm not sure which squad should have the honor of trying to slay them, the hammerdwarves would need the experience but it may be too much for them.
18th Timber, 1162 Late Autumn
Dwarven caravan arrived.
Caccast Necarusan, an enormous ladybug composed of claystone, arrived in the lowest cavern and walked into a webbed cage trap. I consider waiting for a long time to see if those vapors escape the cage or not.
Atac, the great alligator with noxious secretions instead of eyelids, was successfully trapped in the middle cavern. It was disposed of by a lot of bolts, once we finished trading with our brothers from the mountainhome.
A 7 year old child was possessed and made an unremarkable garnierite toy boat. I could think of better ways to use the precious imported ore.
7th Obsidian, 1162 Late Winter
The Tundra Titan Stux Rivergulf the Teal Sun has come. A gigantic eyeless dimetrodon. It has three short tails and it moves delibertely. It's cerulean scales are small and set far apart... OH SHIT? BEWARE IT'S FIRE! CLOSE THE GATES, NOW! MOVE MOVE MOVE!
22nd Obsidian, 1162 Late Winter
Thank the gods, the titan was ambushed by a squad of goblin lashers instead of a migrant wave. Then the zombies came. They are now on fire, but moving. I'm not letting those in.
Looks like the titan is dead now, and it's corpse is burning. Time to atomsmash the burning zombies, it's the only way to be sure!
Our legendary brewer was possessed. He grabbed two sheets of masterwork adamantine cloth and claimed the clothier's shop.
...and created
It'd sell for $1573200. Not that we would sell it. Not that anyone has that much money.
A group of zombies was left unsmashed and clashed with our soldiers. One poor Macedwarf, successor of the Mace Lord who died horribly from the vapors of the forgotten beast he killed, had her arm bone smashed open.
The burning zombies are just standing there, maintaining the siege, unwilling to leave or attack. Frontal attack deemed unnecessarily risky.