We have quite few miners left for grabs, no problem there.
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Journal of SanDiego III, 17th Slate 1054My plan to place barracks near the chasm has finally brought some fruit. A troglodyte had the stupid idea of ambushing our fort and was quickly and brutally disposed of. His body will be dumped back to where he came from as a warning.
23rd Felsite, 1054My work to impress any semblance of order into this chaos pit is endless. For some reasons, names like Sisyphus and Augeias flick through my head. Who can has a name this stupid, anyway? I strive to prepare for The Plan, but it's almost summer and I still didn't progress much. I try to lure some nobility, true target of The Plan, to our fort; large quarters are finished and furnished and I finally caved in to the pressure from our sheriff and established a jail. Also, I ordered some weapon traps built around our magma works, but our only mechanic is hopelessly overworked. Have to look into that.
Also, some no name metalsmith baricaded himself in MY magma forge.
Yeah, NICE ONE ASSHOLE.
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OOC: uh, I accidentally our manager. And one peasant. So, don't be surprised if you see a manager in the next wave
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6th Malachite, 1054Humans came today, I traded for all their meat and assortment of plants for pile of worthless crap. To better cope with our booze (or lack thereof) I cancelled all fishing assigments and turned them into brewing/cooking ones. Also, I comandeered some empty rooms and turned them into stockpiles. Enclosed, some sketches of the fort as it is now:
The new mayors suite/noble lure. From top left to right bottom: bedroom, dining room, office. Bottom rooms can be used for some lesser, associate noble.
New tombs, the one on the left should complement the above drawn suite, the one on the right is for me to rest in. I think I deserve it.
One of the comandeered rooms, also on the very right is the one lever I'm actively terrified of pulling.
22nd Malachite, 1054Ratmen! A small group of ratmen sprung from ambush earlier today. One was killed by a passing miner and a stone trap, while three more gang up on some poor mason. Most of our military thinks it's a great time to eat, drink or sleep.
Addendum: Military easily dispatched the rest of those ratmen, but not before they horribly maimed the mason, whom may never work again:
16th Galena, 1054We have another fatality. One of the hunters never came back from outside. We suspect that cougar got him and then bled out, as we found his corpse as well. On the other hand, the eyeless mason is still alive and refuses to lie down and rest. He keeps passing out every once in a while (OOC: this creates rather annoying announcement spam). Also, our alcohol levels are soaring.
Make that
two four fatalities. That idiot speardwarf dodged right into the chasm. Both swordsmen followed. Project chasm barracks is suspended until we can find soldiers with IQ higher than their shoe size.