Wake up, stupid guards! You'll let the beasts in if you aren't vigilant!
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My cook has developed a new cooking technique. It used to be "stick some plump helmets in some other plump helmets and call it a biscuit," but after I yelled at her, she started using other ingredients. Mostly turnips. Now her biscuits are things like
☼turnip plant biscuits☼[11]
This is a stack of 11 finely-prepared turnip plant biscuits. The ingredients are superiorly minced quarry bush leaf and masterfully minced turnip plant.
and
≡turnip plant biscuits≡[2]ð
This is a stack of 2 superiorly prepared turnip plant biscuits. The ingredients are superiorly minced fisher berry and exceptionally minced turnip plant.
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Perhaps the most dwarven name ever: Vucar Eturistrath, or "Boulderjewels."
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My awesome militia commander, Melbil, worked so hard sparring she collapsed. As she lay there covered in sweat, she said this:
"I look splendid today."
Made a pretty big impact on the recruits, I can tell you that. The expert hammerdwarf working so hard at her art. It was so inspiring, I went and traded superbly with our brethren. Hopefully she'll like the weaponry and armor I bought.
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City of Kilrudzustash, Limestone 28th, 128:
an official statement by
James Amidalath, bookkeeper and manager
As autumn sets in, Bronzeancient is thriving. Animal taming and cage trap loading continues, making the caverns a safer place to gather shrubs, log mushrooms, fish, and collect cave spider webs. The animals will also provide us with more meat, making us less dependent on the caravans for food.
The farms are running at full capacity, and the farmers' workshops are bustling with activity. Preparation for the First Official Annual Clothesmaking Winter Festival continues. The kitchen is never empty, but has pots and pans full of bubbling plump helmet soup and cave wheat flour broths, while meats roast in the ovens beneath. All these are fed by the charcoal made by burning the plentiful wood.
The labor changes I made are working quite well. I would like to thank Tun for his helpful advice. There is always a dwarf available to burn wood or milk our creatures.
The miners have dug out a subterranean pasture area, which may also double as a place for shrubs to grow. We are trying it out by pasturing a breeding pair of yaks, goats, and rabbits in the first pasture.
The trading went very well, and we have sold our piles of clothing and barrels of biscuits. This is good. We now have even more barrels of food (the cook requested it). Not so good. But at least we have more weapons, armor, crafts, gems, metal, and raw material for the crafters (leather, wood, and cloth mostly).
The militia gathered aboveground as if preparing for battle, and showed the traders our great might. All the marksdwarves assigned to the tower stood on the battlements, and the army stood below them in the Windy Passage. The traders were amazed when we told them that these were only the militiadwarves assigned to the tower, and that many more militiadwarves patrolled and trained deep below in the caverns. The militia quite liked being admired. I suspect this will become an annual, if not triannual, activity. (I'm sure there are several dwarves who would like to inspire awe and perhaps even terror in the elves' hearts, and the humans tend to respect power more than anything else. The non-dwarf traders will give a good profit, I suspect. And every trader will feel safe behind our walls, secure in the knowledge that any attacker would have to fight through these dwarfs, and knock down several bridges, before a hair on their head would come to harm.)
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"GIANT TOAD! GIANT TOAD IN THA CAVERNS! TO ARMS, BRETHREN! TO ARMS! HE'S CHASING MENG THE WEAVER!"
The dwarves rush out, trying to find the toad. Will Meng live? Is he fast enough to double around? (He's being chased away from the fortress.) Or will he get lost in the caverns and die to some terrifying creature in the dark? Tune in next time -
"what're ye saying? i don't have me instrument so i can't help ye tune!"
Never mind.