I have some dwarves with, apparently, no parents. I think that there might be some problems with the "Everybody's Historical!" thing I've been hearing about.
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From the Journal of Zasit Zuglarildom, Miner:
Opal 26th, 126:
While mining out some exploratory tunnels to find ores and the next caverns (because I'm sure, if we don't now, it'll be when there ten giant cave spiders and five forgotten beasts right next to the breach), the miners found some warm obsidian. Literally fifteen levels below-ground.
What.
There is a cavern on level five, too. What's up with this embark? Everything's at the top! It says "96" at the bottom, so it's not because there's no room for it below.
Goden has this look in her eyes that indicates she wants to utilize it. Oh, dear. At least the soap maker'll be happy he doesn't have to burn tons of wood into charcoal anymore.
I told her, I didn't want to die in magma, despite that being one of the most honored ways to die. Armok's blood! I still have almost a hundred years left in me.
Nil says he had to drink vomit. What? I told him we had plenty of water. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I can't wait to get back to alcohol, though.
Goden is meeting with the mechanic to try and figure out how to breach the magma pipe safely. We don't know if the top is open to a cavern, so we'll breach it from the side. By allowing it to fall into a pit that Nil and I WON'T be in, we should be able to get out of the way in time.
The soap maker's made some soap. It's worth about 25 coin, since it's a big lump. The chief medical dwarf immediately seized the whole thing for the hospital, and won't let any of us use it. The butcher, particularly, would like to clean some of the blood off him.