Log Entry 98A child comes into this world as a Hero leaves it. Fitting. Our Glassmaker was unable to find a proper coffin mold and so has one of the Forgedwarves making a platinum receptacle while a mason cuts a marble slab. Maskwolf also tells me he's finally found a significant other: The Engineer Ushrir Ceilingcudgel! Perhaps we'll see him married and re-enlisted before long. Log Entry 99Minkot's body has finally been interred. To those who read this, if you wish to pay your respects, follow the tunnel in the large empty room across from the hospital; hers is the first tomb on the right.
[It took three goddamn tries to get her marble headstone made. I couldn't find the two gabbro ones that got used.]
The miners have also uncovered several of the hard-to-find storm crystals.Log Entry 100The Tongs are heading into the caverns, apparently to deal with a rather prolific infestation of crundles. I'm told some engineers already had to get involved as well. On top of this, Minkot Foughtanvil began screaming that demented black speech others have, and took over a clotheir's workshop. Only time will tell what it'll be.Log Entry 101I've been tasked with killing a Reacher causing problems for workers. I also couldn't find my falchion; I'm fairly certain some bastard stole it, so I'm making due with a falcata as there's no other suitable swords laying around.
Foughtanvil's begun that construction, taking ant chitin, crundle hide, a gabbro block, silver bar, silk, featherwood and amethysts and continues muttering things while working feverishly until producing an astounding mask! Not sure why you'd put wooden spikes. Log Entry 102Aaaaaaand Mosspaint was killed. An Ironhide Centipede was spotted leaving her gnawed corpse and it has been named Empiremaster. Some want to capture it, but I'm heading out to slay it.
No death goes unanswered.Log Entry 103The trainers have revealed to the rest of us that the elk birds are less than useful to us. Someone asked why and they said that it's “Sort of hard for a bunch of males to make any baby elk birds.” But they also noted that the preparedness of the traps caught a small breeding number of crundles, and a female cave crawler.
Along with this, Uvash has finally named his weapon.Log Entry 104Foughtanvil has finished that project, a truly sublime mask. However, not all is good news for this entry.
A great beast enters our underground holdings. Despite protests that a group should be sent, I got to face the monster alone. Either I kill it and we gain a healthy supply of extra meat, or it kills me and Asmel's death is answered for. Win-win.
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It's done; In my haste to get down there, I forgot to bring a sword and had to fight the thing barehanded save for my (less than serviceable as a weapon,) featherwood targe. The weavers seem rather insistent on lauding my act of stupidity and seem quite intent on embellishing what happened.
“He tore its brain right out of its head!” They say. Feh. I Happened to give it a hard enough konk on the head to kill it, there was hardly any brain removal involved. On the upside, I've been permitted to select a bar of metal to have shortsword made for myself. We have a bar of incendium so I'm going to request a blade forged from that. Along with this, both Nil and I are to have “Champion Armor” forged for us. Apparently it's intended to be made out of glacium, and a gift in recognition of our heroism.
A couple more items were also bestowed names, in honor of the beast's death.Log Entry 105
A golden entryway is being constructed. Evidently the metalsmiths are in dire need of something productive to do since the militia's needs are met.
Also another named weapon, this one belonging to Realmscraft, along with the entire adult population able to claim they have a bed all to themselves!
Log Entry 106
The enemy comes, and I'm able to take part. The Gilded Flashes and Friendly Paints are taking to the field alongside the Tongs and Orbs. Tosid Sunnyboots bears Minkot's spear, Crimsonmire, ready to take vengeance on the goblins with it. We I look at that spear in his hand, I feel like I can hear the spear calling for goblin blood, eager to avenge its former master.
There is no plan of ambush in the treeline this time: We're out for their blood, and we're coming for them in force.
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The battle was brutal, and horrific, but most of us have become numb to such things. Bodies lie in a great pile outside for the most part; the trolls couldn't cope with what they saw as their handlers were incapacitated and brutally killed in droves and only a small number of them escaped.
Zen Purewheeled however, was our sole and unfortunate casualty. A goblin halberdier jumped him from behind and stabbed him in the tiny gap between his hauberk and boot below the knee, cutting away his foot.
Already dwarves looking for bloody but unworn clothing they can loot off the bodies and collecting weaponry to store for later use.
More will come however. More always come.
Soooooooooo We got us a baby update after a long while! Sorry its so short, but it does cover a long hunk of time.
Mebzuth punched a giant shelled worm to death, a baby was born, the temple is finished sans statues, a herd of elk birds was caught and a crundle infestation (and I do mean infestation,) was eradicated. We also had a mood, and the entire adult population has officially been housed at long last! The kids are still largely making due with either the dormitory or their parents' apartments.
We also have a minor project underway: The Golden Gate. Which as of Hematite (and the goblin attack,) is roughly half finished. A dwarf did get killed by an animal attack unfortunately, and a soldier lost a foot, but considering our medical personnel he'll be back on his one foot and beating heads in with his crutch in no time. Also, I think I have everything up to date. Someone have a quick lookyloo and let me know if there's any journals I missed.
Enjoy guys! I'll try not to take so long next time.