27th of Malachite, 127"Quickly!" Dorsidwarf shouted to his soldiers. "To the caverns!"
I took up my crossbow and joined him. I had no bolts, so hopefully the armored dwarves could take care of the monster before I joined combat.
The monster came thundering up the staircase. We finally caught sight of it.
"Snow?" One of the soldiers asked.
Indeed, snow.
Bazsa was a Forgotten Beast!The monster exploded in a puff of snow, leaving behind its two tails.
No dwarves were harmed.
3rd of Galena, 127It seems our encounter with the monster Bazsa was not without repercussions. I'm being told that the soldiers who had contact with the monster were becoming dizzy.
Hopefully nothing more severe occurs.
9th of Galena, 127Mephansteras came up to me. "One of the metalworkers has taken over the magma forge. He won't let anyone near it."
We'd had similar things happen before. "What's he doing?"
"He doesn't seem like himself. He's muttering in a language I don't know and gathering materials."
"Let him be." I instructed.
1st of Limestone, 127It is now Autumn. My tenure as fortress overseer is now halfway over.
I expected I would get more done.
I asked Shakerag how the apartments were coming.
"They're coming along slowly."
"Why's that?" I asked. "I thought you'd be done right now."
"Well, it might have something to do with how you ordered more than six hundred rooms to be dug out." Shakerag said. "It takes a while to dig six hundred rooms. And they're never going to be filled!"
"Oh." I said. "Well, keep at it."
Shakerag rolled his eyes, grabbed his pick, and left.
4th of Limestone, 127After nearly a month of collecting materials, the possessed metalworker begin work.
8th of Limestone, 127And four days later he completed it.
"Very valuable," Toaster appraised. "Worth sixty thousand."
9th of Limestone, 127"We've run out of marble blocks." Persus said to me. "Or we will very soon. We won't be able to continue work on expanding the crannog without more marble, and the quarry's empty."
"But the miners are currently occupied digging out the apartments."
Persus shrugged. "Then I guess we'll stop working on the crannog then, unless you want a fortress composed of a various mishmash of stone."
"No, nobody wants that. Aesthetics trump defensibility and functionality any day of the week."
13th of Limestone, 127The caravan from the mountainhomes arrived. While their supplies would be welcomed, they were met with suspicion as some of our troubles were caused by dwarven infiltrators.
"We have nothing to trade," Toaster said to me.
I rubbed my face. "Let's get some meals going. And let's try the dirty laundry trick again."
"Eventually we're going to be known as the fortress that trades its dirty laundry away." Toaster said. "And then nobody will trade with us."
"Well, we don't have that reputation yet, and we need their stuff."
In dead chat...."They do." The Dark Star said.
"They don't." notquitethere said.
"You're on, buster." The Dark Star said.
17th of Limestone, 127"Mayor 4maskwolf," The outpost liaison cheerily greeted.
"Solon Ducimadas," 4maskwolf greeted. "How goes the rest of the world?"
"It's the same as always." The liaison replied. "Shall we get down to business?"
4maskwolf negotiated with the liaison to bring iron, pig iron, and steel bars and other steel production items. In return, the mountainhomes wanted crossbows.
"We'd like to train some more marsdwarves, you see." The liaison explained.
"We'll see if we can accommodate you."
18th of Limestone, 127"Behold our magnificent dining room." Radio Controlled said dryly.
"It's better than the hole in the dirt we were eating in before." flabort said.
"Yeah, I guess that's true."
5th of Sandstone, 127More migrants arrived today.
farmer
marksdwarf
axedwarf
two animal trainers
suturer
engrave
apotter
four children
The new arrivals with appropriate skills were recruited into our militia.
7th of Sandstone, 127In a shadowy corner of the fortress at night...."Pssst." A hooded dwarf whispered, trying to wake up the dwarven caravan leader.
The dwarf trader did not respond.
"PSSSST." The hooded dwarf whispered obnoxiously loud.
"What?" The dwarf trader groaned.
"Perhaps you would like to hear of what I have to say." The hooded dwarf mysteriously said. "And of what our prosperous outpost has to offer for your goods."
"Oh?" The trader asked.
"They intend to trade our dirty laundry in exchange for your valuable materials." The hooded dwarf explained.
"That will simply not do. We did not travel all this way to get piles of items we already have piles of!" The trader exclaimed. "Why would you do this? Would you not benefit from the deception?" the trader asked.
"I will see to it that this fortress is destroyed from the inside by their own incompetence." The hooded dwarf said. "And you will play a part in that."
11th of Sandstone, 127"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Toaster said, approaching the depot. "I just had to finish up a few things. Let's trade!"
The dwarven traders and Toaster exchanged what they were willing to trade and what they would offer. They were nearing finalizing the deal.
"One thing I don't understand about your offerings," The dwarf trader said, "Is these clothes."
"Ah, yes, these." Toaster said, grabbing a cave silk robe with its end covered in mud, blood, and vomit. "These are the finest in dwarven fashion, the absolute most avant-garde clothing with designs fresh from the mountainhomes."
The dwarf trader looked unimpressed.
"We're but a small outpost and work is aplenty, so we never get the chance to wear these for ourselves." Toaster said, putting the dress back. "Which is why we're offering them to you. You'll be the talk of the town, no the city, and think of all the high-priced offers you'll get for the height of dwarven fashion."
"We were told you would waste our time trying to sell us dirty laundry." The dwarf trader said. "We considered leaving immediately on hearing it but we thought we might give your outpost a chance. It seems the rumors were true. Maybe next year you won't waste our time."
The dwarves packed their things and left.
"But we need your supplies!" Toaster shouted as they left. "Well, it wasn't bound to work twice."
In dead chat...."Yes!" notquitethere cheered.
"Dammit!" The Dark Star cursed.
12th of Sandstone, 127We found the remains of a glassmaker in the cavern below. It seems she was attacked by a cave crocodile.
Tun Vabokothos was a town GlassmakerThe soldiers went down into the cavern, found the offending crocodile, and killed it.
Uthmikkobel was a Cave Crocodile!18th of Sandstone, 127"Toaster!" I shouted, stomping towards him. "You sold us out! You told the merchants what we were planning."
"I did not!" Toaster shouted back. "I tried to sell the traders our dirty laundry just like we did with the human traders."
More dwarves gathered at the commotion. "You were the only one I talked to about this." I said. "It had to be you."
"It could've been anybody." Toaster said. "How about the dwarves who brought the goods to the depot? Or anybody who saw that we didn't have anything to trade?"
I turned to the dwarves gathered. "Find whoever sold us out." I said before walking off.
27th of Sandstone, 127We've had three births over the past week.
We've also had one of our dwarves sink into a depression.
And I've also been told that the cage traps at the caverns have caught a few interesting beasts.
Thankfully, this turn we've had fairly uneventful encounters with the nastier things in DF. Snow FB lol.
Is this depression thing the new melancholy? I've got a couple of stressed dwarves and don't really want to see a tantrum spiral happen.
I should be done with the turn soon.