I found TWO keys to the clown car. The edge of the adamantine spire is visible in the magma sea.
And yeah. Above-ground crops was my idea. Someone built wells down there, though, cause I ended up caving in some ice down there and it melted. It'll refreeze when I finish carving out the dirt block, though, and I'll probably channel the ice out too, just to be sure we have arable land.
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Laments of Laularu Kyrumo, Ghostly Prophet of MagmaWell hot damn.
I found myself distracted from the rest of the fort while collaborating with Dr Bdak about the best way to dig minecart shafts while going around the caverns. Well, I
accidentally unpaused and looked away from the screen phased out of the earthly plane for a few minutes, and when I came around, I got the news that we've had a new mayor elected, and he's already mandated a couple bracelets. Why do we have a new mayor? Because Harper is now a baron. And he wants bins now. Goodie. Because you haven't gotten on my nerves enough in life. I'm gonna be haunting you later tonight, mister.
While haunting the dining hall, I heard that a child by the name of Stukos Storlutshorast has been missing for a week. Oh well. Maybe I'll pay the parents a ghostly visit. Whiny clods.
Harper has forbidden the export of bins. I'm pretty sure we can fulfill this request.
Eshtan has created a legendary quern. One might think it useful for, say, making flour. I'd rather use it for luring trolls and spiders, and other eldritch horrors in the caverns. Perhaps I'll build them a cave-in trap. The cretins come for the dwarves, get distracted by the shiny, and three tons of dirt fall on their heads. Checkmate, bitches!
Obok Othoslikot has been missing for a week. What gives? Dwarves don't just vanish....
Found the problem. The spirit of Thikut Nogathel has been going around and scaring people to death. It's clear this fortress has a ghostly problem. Made evident by my continued existence. Idiotic clods. I'm going to go find an engraver and get some slabs installed.
The water wheels aren't working anymore. Water level's run too low, so there's no power. I'll see what I can do about that.
Elves are here. Not sure if we have anything to trade them, but I'll go through the stocks.
Farming zone is nearly complete, I just need to finish channeling a few missed tiles, set up some walls, and figure out how to get a water source. It's times like these I actually wish we had an aquifer. I don't trust a cistern to properly hold water in an environment that freezes half the year, and I do NOT want to pump water up from the caverns. Oh well... That can be somebody else's problem, I guess.
Freaking elves brought some companions. And by companions I mean goblin ambushers. Bloody hell.
Curses. TWO ambush squads. This is unacceptable. I hurriedly whispered in Harper's ear to take as much food, booze, shields, anything of use from the elves, and unload all the worn-out clothes nobody wanted that we'd managed to take to the depot already. They got away with over 4K in profit. I don't care. It's all garbage to me. They can HAVE it.
Grr. We chased them off, but there were several injuries and a couple casualties. Rotten goblins....
It is now summer. The first of two shafts have been hollowed and tracks engraved. Plans for the second have been drawn up. I will have a myriad lead chains constructed to serve as parts for rollers.... though I'm worried about all the wood the axles will require. It's a shame they cannot be forged from metal.
The pit has been irrigated. All that remains is to pave over the top of the pit to keep out unsightly beasts. (And rain.)
Harper is throwing a tantrum. He's pissed that his noble quarters aren't quite up to snuff. I might see to it that he ends up as the next artifact of choice if he keeps this up.
I am sad to report that the attempt at farming has failed. An accident caused the last row of iced soil to puncture through the soil layer, and the stone below is unsuitable for farming. Unless someone else is willing to figure out how to get proper mud down there. Ugh. At least I have my minecarts...
"Tun Rithosust, Soap Maker cancels Store Item in Bin: Dangerous terrain." My initial thought was, "what the fuck?" So I drifted on over and.....
I would very much like to know why THE FOREST IS ON FUCKING FIRE?!?