1st Granite, 252 AUI SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WALK FOR NINETEEN FUCKING DAYS JUST TO GET TO SOME GOD DAMN CLUSTERFUCK OF SWEATSHOPSAlright, so my name's BlackMuffin (I know it's a silly name, shut the fuck up), and basically the Queen wants me to take over for this anushat Uvash (who seems pleased to be rid of his position as leader of the fortress) as leader of Fikodtun, which translates to "Glazedoor". Really, the only relatively sane thing about this place is its name (and even that's questionable). There's no kitchen and the butcher's shop is RIGHT OUT IN THE FUCKING OPEN, where everyone can smell the guts and decay that place reeks of, two completely idle farm plots (one outside, one inside), and all the workshops are arranged in such a manner that you may have to walk two steps to a fucking mile in order to actually get to where you want to be. The quarters are set in a relatively fine order, but they've got stones lying about which could be put to better use as building material.
And just my luck, as soon as I fucking arrive there I see some cocksucking Kobold rummaging through the mountain of crap that's lying around the trade depot. I yell at him, and as soon as he hears me he just darts. I don't think he/she (it was so encrusted in vomit and shit that I had no idea what its face even looked like) took anything since it darted away too fast for me to be able to draw it really well.
In any case, I've ordered the digging out of three more farm plots, managed the crop order of the existing plots, and I've also taken the liberty of adding an extra food production wing and a jeweler's workshop. I'm also ordering the creation of a new general purpose stockpile downstairs so that everything that's lying around the depot can be brought back inside.
I've also noticed that there is
no sedimentary layer around here, so getting my hands on coal and iron is going to be a pain in the ass. Making any weapons is also going to be a pain in the ass at this rate since I haven't found any metals other than gold, and although that's got good economic value it's useless for making weapons. We might be reliant on imported weaponry for a while now.
Speaking of trade, I'm also ordering the fabrication of leather waterskins since that seems to fetch quite an impressive price in the Mountainhome. Don't fucking ask me why, maybe they just now noticed that alcohol doesn't hydrate you and that dwarves still need to drink water every once in a while.
5th of Granite, 252 AUTHIS IDIOT'S BEEN LYING DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMN CORRIDOR SINCE I ARRIVED HERE9th of Granite, 252 AUAnother Kobold. This time it was Uvash who spotted her.
From his description I can infer she looked more like an obese black lady than an actual kobold.
I had ordered the construction of a wall around the perimeter of the staircase that just juts out from the fortress (what the fuck is that even doing there?). When Uvash turned around to go get more stone, he immediately saw a kobold right there, ready to stab him right in the anuspipe. Considering the fact that his legs were wide open just like my legs after a few drinks, it would have been very easy for her to do that if he hadn't turned around. He quickly chased her away and our fortress was fine. I'm starting to think that it'd be a good idea to create a ragtag militia right away while waiting for some more migrants to arrive, especially since these kobolds seem to be quite fond of sneaking around the fortress. The whole chase that occurred scared away more than a few chinchillas, so now our apparent main source of game is gone (I say apparent because every last one that we have killed so far has just been rotting in our refuse stockpile rather than being butchered). They might come back though.
14th of Granite, 252 AUThere's this girl, Vucar, who's the eldest daughter of a married couple who constituted the first immigrants to our fortress. She seems pretty dejected all the time, and I feel like she's got something to say but isn't comfortable with saying it. I finally got her to talk today and she told me that she had finally come of age last year, but there had been no celebrations. There was no drinking, no fistfighting, and no random fucking. There was only hauling and work. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided that her turning of age misfortune was indeed quite unfair and that someone needed to make it up to her.
Sure as hell wasn't gonna be me. I set her to work right away to make some rock pots so we could hold all the booze we were cranking out. Not enough barrels, apparently.
Also, another Kobold thief appeared today. Ingish the Fish Dissector was the one who discovered it this time around. I'm finding that this is getting to be a real problem. We should probably set some patrol out there soon enough. Maybe I'll get Vucar to do that too. We'll see.
20th of Granite, 252 AUAfter 19 long and difficult days of mining, the general purpose stockpile has finally been completed. Now the rest of the workshops can be dug out and we can haul in all the stuff from the Trade Depot.
While everyone was hauling stuff in, Mestthos, Vucar's fire year old brother, said in a happy voice that he'd take over for the farmers while we were all hauling and immediately went to work harvesting the plump helmets.
I swear to Armok if that little shit fucks up our crops...
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So that's it for Granite. I might end up taking 12 days to finish my turn at this rate since it takes so long for me to progress just one season. omo