OVERSEER'S LOG, ENTRY SIX
Summer is still budding and our accomplishments are:
- Started work on a statue garden/meeting room and hospital
- Built a cemetery
- Most importantly, A FUCKING SOAP INDUSTRY
We will be clean, we will be healthy, and we will THROW PARTIES WHEN THE OVERSEER NEEDS WORK DONE. Bah, I hate people sometimes. at least they're not doing it to me, yet.
Also, Humans! They love dwarven craftsmanship, and will pay nicely for our goods! If there's any one reason to like humans, it's this. Well, I guess I also like them because they're not tree-hugging hippies that try to force their ideals upon you. Jeez, man.
Anyways, the meeting has begun with the humans complimenting our domain. How nice of them, considering WE JUST GOT SOAP.
They also bring news, and a lot of it.
(OOC: Could someone make a list of these names? They're pretty great.)
Looks like we'll have to be on the look out for the Lions of Leading. They don't seem to be the negotiating type.
With that, the diplomat bids us farewell. Time to load goods into the depot, let's see what they got.
With some of our items, I am able to purchase several kinds of plants and foreign boozes. Can't wait to try them. I also import different kinds of cloth, leather, and cheese.
...What's that? A visitor? Who is it?
Oh, well, shit. The beast's full name is Zuspo Cavesprayed the Deep Plagues of Lust. Suppose that's why there are cages lining the caverns right? Might need a few more. Anyway, let's make sure we don't have anyone down there and hope we can capture this thing. I won't be taking any chances.
The forgotten beast intercepts a civilian whilst they were attempting to bring something in from the caves...
It is injured, but Kulet, the planter, Mosus, the hunter, and one of our children, Feb, are dead. I have ordered OUR ONLY MARKSDWARF to deal with this beast. It's made of amber, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. I have my doubts, though.
Ilral is now confirmed dead as well. We must stop this menace. It is now in the fortress proper, and jumped over one of our cage traps. Shit. I'll have to draft an auxiliary squad of citizens to deal with this. The casualties end here. I draft six people to do the job. This, hopefully, is enough. Sure enough, it was. The six of them instantly converged on the beast and pummeled it to dust, with only one casualty, one of our butchers. Let's butcher the beast, in honor of our fallen. I didn't even realize this, but apparently the mayor was a part of the fight. Now THAT'S a sense of justice if I've ever seen one.
OOC: Combat log:
That's all I've got this time, guys.