1st Galena, late summer:
Kubok Shor died of thirst. We have buckets, I don’t understand. (And two idlers, who don’t want to do anything but idle.) Now our only miserable dwarf is the Vampire; even the baby got over the fact that his parents and siblings are gone. Nineteen dwarves including four infants and children. At least that eliminates any FPS concerns. A small population, everyone is quartered in a bedroom with door, cabinet and coffer and that may be helping the mood.
6th Galena.
Hey, our booze stocks are up to double digits! I think we’ll survive the year. Plump helmets are not popping as expected but there’s one every now and again. Our best farmer – Dugan, level four – is doing nothing but planting strawberry seeds. Slowly. It’s a shame he’s also a level 7 cook and the only one past novice in that skill but the plant stack size is more important so planting is his only labor for now. Pig tails when available will now be loomed into cloth, hopefully preventing any more bleed outs in the hospital. The masons are building grates for a Crematorium: wood is too precious for ash/potash and we have a few body parts around. And many crawfish shells, too bad they aren’t useful for anything but studding leather (right?). The catfish don’t seem to leave any bones behind.
14th Galena.
The Giants, Cyclops, Beak Wolves and Eldjotun got bored and walked off. Less than a day later,
41 Orcs and Giant Drowspiders, some of the orcs are elite bowmen. For a day, I was thinking we might have a caravan this year … but 41 is better than 73 and maybe we can summon the Legion.
21st Galena.
Second wave of Orcs arrived, with bats. 62 now outside the walls. So much for the Human caravan. Bats can ignore the outer walls so I’m putting floor hatches on the 16 (!) stairs leading down from the surface. One or two marksdwarves likely would make no difference.
2nd Limestone, early Autumn.
Nish the Mason has been taken by a mood. Fourth one, EVERY ONE has been a possession. Such has been the luck of Silvergoos.
Backpedaling, playing catch up:
A typical Silvergoos dwarf:
I’m not sure I’d tell the therapist my mood was fine if my skull was fractured. Doc Nish is doing the best he can but has been tied up with some possession artifact for a month. I fear we may lose him: gems, cloth and metal bars we have, he’s hung on “Tree of Life.” Doctors.
Blooshot eyes? Diseases are off, aren’t they?
Didn’t even see this one coming.
Autumn. Wow, the year is winding down and there’s not much crossed off the To Do list …