Journal of Royal Nephew Mastercrasher Wiltedsmith - Spring; 214
The new year brings fortune already as the mad old Overseer wanders into his room and I have him quietly locked inside. He wasn't really causing trouble nor did I expect him too, it just seemed too convenient an opportunity to ignore. I imagine his spouse might be somewhat put out but there might be a free bed in the housing expansion now and then.
We're digging in the spire site down below and making use of the stockpiled iron menacing spikes above constructing a repeating upright spikes hallway to deal with the FB silk farm Greater Spawn menace "Baitcancer," above.
Migrants arrive from the west. They do quite well for themselves on the surface gathering usefull goods into the western airlock. Two of them even venture to the east and get into a confrontation with a Greater Spawn. It just screetches a lot and they go back West and get back to work. (Anther surface encompassing 3D forbidding is called for - only You can prevent forest die'rs.)
At base camp it's been a comedy of errors and missed chances in the Forgotten Beast catching business. The water feature pool is refilling without problems at least. Permanent cells for the captured Forgotten Beasts have been laid out just West of the capture cells.
At the FB silk farm it's more of the same. The baby sent to, uh, lure Baitcancer into the upright menacing spikes hallway runs right past the thing leading it away from the trap. Another child shows up with a carpenter not far behind before doors start getting locked down and alerts activated.
(It had time for eight attacks; it screetched ineffectively seven times and grappled the dwarven baby once then released it. Very unleathal similar to the two migrants' recent encounter.)
With the targeted Greater Spawn busy destroying the microcline door that shut in it's face, we expect it will be stationary for a short time right on top of a section of the cavern already dropped through this area. A hurried mining project is capped off by Chaotic Skis' self-sacrificing efforts to cut the new block loose.
After the dust had cleared he was found to have survived a two z-level fall with only bruising and a collapsed lung. He fortuetously landed on a sloped ledge still 5 z-levels above the rock floor of the FB silk farm.
Baitcancer was thoroughly killed. In it's mangled but still reconizable body was found embedded Remdustik, "The Doused Boar," a copper battleaxe. Named by it's previous owner 'Fervus' Striketheater, legendary royal guard of the old fort. It is a potent reminder that we eak out a miserable existence hidden under the corpses of better prepared dwarves then us.
Elven caravan and Holistic ambushes on the surface. Those migrants are still alive in the west airlock. I should really let them in.
I'm seriously going to get around to seeing about Uncle Eribs needs soon, rooms, maces, shields, easy enough. What could go wrong?
It is now Summer.