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I can't seem to get it to upload. It gets to 53% and has an error. http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=9181I centralized food production, which currently produces far more than we need right now. We lost Nail in the same turn in which He was dorfed
. He was our Weaponsmith.
We need to find water, and fast. Nail died because we had nothing to clean him with, and the doctors refused to fix him until he was clean. We also have a compact industrial area further down below, and some traps and a marksdwarf tower for defense. I know we are supposed to be training these Ice Wolves, but they won't come near the entrance and they keep jumping our civilians.
I've dug down to about z55, and found no water. We have flux and gold, though. August and 4mask are tricked out with iron weaponry and armor.
//Slingblock: Overseer's Log. Dwarfdate, 27th of Granite, Early Spring.FROM SPRING TO SUMMERDay 1: The Mountainhome - I've been put in command of a new outpost called Slingblock by Queen Aban. What an Honor! I'm nervous, but I'll do my best to serve our monarch faithfully and well. I asked the Queen what my new home would be like. It's a temperate forest with a dormant volcano! The forests are filled with timid game, and the earth is filled with gems and gold! I've decided to keep this log for posterity. I leave tonight!!!
Day 2: The Reality - Nope. Noooope nope nope nope. Nope. I'm out. Have fun on the blood glacier, folks.
Day 3: I've just been advised that the penalty for desertion is death. Welcome to Slingblock! Population: More than we can support with our current methods of food and booze production!
Day 4: Alright, lets get down to business. We have a number of dwarves with at least passing skill with the crossbow. I've seen some kind of magical doom wolves skulking about, so I drafted a new squadron. I abdicated the honor of leading them myself due to my newfound terror of leaving the fort for any reason. I've ordered the construction of some new farms, and attempted to centralize our food production. With a little luck, we can hold out with our current stores until we can produce a surplus. Thank Armok our population is so low.
Day 7: Migrant Wave - FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Day 8: -UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU well, the populace is beginning to die of thirst. It seems that instead of barrels, we previously smithed Limonite with our wood. When questioned, our smith shouted "Look behind you" and ran away while I was still watching.
Day 24: WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THESE CORRIDORS THEY ARE SO TINY.
Day 45: I've ordered some catacombs built. They were very extensive.
Day 46: The new triple brewery is in place, with attached barrel storage. Also, we have a garbage pit.
Day 47: I moved the center of our industry further underground, safer from invasion. We now have a proper area in which to forge, craft, woodwork etc etc. Also, turns out, that death by thirst was Nail's wife! Who knew?!
Day 68: The elves showed up to trade. I, Dunamisdeos, took up the mantle of Broker. KingMurdoc simply had too much on his plate. As my first act as Broker to the elves, we killed them all and ate their flesh. Ha ha! Just kidding! We didn't eat them.
Day 91: I've given orders to the cooks to prepare as many dishes as they can think of using nothing but meat. I am eager to see our culinary masters at work. Our Weaponsmith, Nail, created two truly =Exceptional= weapons for our two melee-oriented military dwarves, August and 4maskwolf. They will be the backbone of our future military, and have been given a large training area to hone their skills. On a side note, I've started calling Nail the Weaponsmith "Nail the Widowsmith" while comically nudging him with my elbow. I'm sure it'll catch on. More migrants incoming. Must produce more barrels.
Day 102: Contained in this wave of migrants was a professional record keeper. Now KingMurdoc can focus on leading this expedition, rather than wearing as many metaphorical hats as He possibly can.
Day 105: Nail broke his arm and ribs. I have no idea how, and He was just walking around like that. I don't think He even noticed until I pointed it out.
Day 120: This just in: There was a Goddamned grizzly bear in with the elves stuff that we just noticed. I will teach it to slay my enemies.
Day 125: Civilians have been going missing. I have sent August and 4maskwolf to investigate the problem. And by investigate, I mean bludgeon. I told them to bludgeon the problem. In 4maskwolf's case, hacking the problem is also acceptable.
Day 126: As it turns out, the problem was an Ice Wolf named "Belteddeserts". Maybe it was angry because of the irony? At any rate, August has another notch to add to his hammer.
Day 145: A kitten discovered a kobold in hiding outside of the surface keep! August was unable to capture and question it politely, and it got away. Also, I completed the training of my personal defense bear. I feel much safer in my frequent excursions to anywhere not outside. We ate the kitten.
Day 155: One of our weavers somehow broke half of the bones in his body. One of our Animal Caretakers said He had training in the medical arts, and began to stitch him up with yarn without cleaning the wound. I am not a doctor, so I defer to his judgment. Looks like we have our New Chief Medical Dwarf! In other news, the marksdwarf perch over the new entrance has been completed. We also filled the entrance with spinning blade traps in case the marksdwarves get lost on the way.
Day 160: Nail has checked himself into the hospital to have that arm checked out. Medical doctrine is a fluid thing it seems. It is now impossible to treat any wound without first washing it with water. At the doctor's request, we have begun mining downwards in search of the caverns, and thereby finding water to save Nail's life.
Day 161: Nail died whilst being operated on today. A tomb has been dug in his honor, as He was one of the few dwarves whose name I could pronounce out loud. No water was ever found, and I begin to doubt its existence. Who has ever seen water anyway, I mean for real?
Day 205- GOBLIN AMBUSH! Luckily, our trading caravan from the Mountainhome had just arrived, and lent support to our defense. Two goblins were captured alive in our traps, and August distinguished himself by slaying the Goblin Bowman commanding the ambush. Winter has arrived.
Day 364 - These Ice wolves refuse to move into our cage traps. How uncivil. If I had to sum up my term here in one phrase, it would be: "Limonite does not taste like lemons, no matter what anyone tells you".
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