Slate 1st, 1051
...however, Alath, and her new sister, Bubba, are fortunately staying with their mother in the guard barracks. We'll work on getting everyone in here.
Slate 3rd, 1051
We've completed our temporary detail, yet the Elves refuse to approach, just sitting camped out there.
Slate 8th, 1051
Considering the tragedies we've had so far (though we cannot recover the bodies), I've decided to prepare for the inevitable and have ordered a mausoleum constructed where we may safely store our dead. The evil over this place, mercifully, does not seem the kind to raise them. We've already laid some of the walls, but before we can make any real progress, whoever is responsible for felling trees must be found.
Slate 19th, 1051
The elves unloaded, but we were far to busy to trade. Now they have loaded and left.
For a fortnight now I am frustrated by the lack of progress with these damn trees. Perhaps it is better we did not cut them down in front of the elves, though.
Slate 22nd, 1051
I may find nature somewhat disturbing, but it is less so than the constant rains of blood and the foul-smelling mud they make as they dissolve into the soil. The flowers have begun to bloom on the trees today, and for once I am glad to see them.
Zanzetkuken's ghost continues to haunt us, as does that of the prisoner we lost last year setting up the irrigation. I have ordered tombstones carved for them, perhaps these shall put their spirits to rest. I only wish I could give my friend a more fitting memorial, but this will have to do for now.
I've ordered Atis to take up woodcutting duty. He promptly went to retrieve an axe and somehow became stuck in the cavern lake. He's trying to climb out, if he doesn't soon I shall send help.
Slate 28th, 1051
The next shipment of prisoners arrived today, and gods damn, it's a big one. 23 new bodies; 5 prisoners and an escort of 18 guards. That brings us up to quota. Most of these guards seem fairly green, and some of them may have been civilian laborers who we drafted to make quota, but we shall train them up.
I have organized 2 new squads, one with a full 10 dwarves and assorted melee weapons, once we can acquire some more, the other I have added or transferred our most skilled marksdwarves to, numbering 3.
Felsite 5th, 1051
Asmel, a glassmaking prisoner, fell into a fit of despair when forced to work outside in the blood rain. The prison is serving well, but I'll have to have him calmed down before he hurts himself or disrupts work.
I return to my journal at day's end to report several of the prisoners, new and old, are traumatized at their first stint outdoors.
Felsite 7th, 1051
Keas are stealing the items from the ruins of the former Depot. Including a few quite valuable ones, such as steel bolts and an iridium sword. Something must be done about this...
Felsite 16th, 1051
Our dear captain has finally been put to rest! I only hope one day to give him a more fitting memorial.
In other news, the prisoners continue to be traumatized by blood rain, but they are getting work done. One of our new boys in the guard is getting those trees finally cut down.
Felsite 24th, 1051
Inod's Beard! It has come to my attention that we are without a still. This is a prison, not an extermination camp! We need these sods to work! Not to mention us watch over them. I have ordered the situation rectified immediately. We've a scant 5 barrels left, with luck we can fix this before the shortage sets in. I swear, there is no faster route to a mutiny...
Hematite 1st, 1051
Summer has begun, though I can scarcely tell at this point. Should things heat up, though, we shall have drinks aplenty quite soon: the prisoners are working the still as I write.
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