126-03-10 It seems I underestimatied the migrants. Majority of them came with decent weapon skills, and were rightfully drafted. Militia is 17 now, 9 marksdwarves, 4 hack 'n slash and 4 hammerdwarves. Two migrants were experienced doctors (bone and suturer/dresser), along with a cook, brewer and master butcher! At last, fort has all the dedicated specialists it needs.
Vecor produces fort's first masterpiece:
He then takes the said bolts, and kills a turkey. I appreciate the effort, but have to turn hunting labor on him for the time being.
Time to unleash the glass production before humans come. Goblets are chosen as a main production unit. Spriggans is in charge, and produces a masterwork on first attempt. Impressed, I promote her to FastQuick Toy-Lover.
126-04-05 Human caravan has arrived. I designate all the lower quality toys to be brought to the depot. They are traded for sand bags, more bags, lots of leather and some low-quality bronze weapons and armor (for smelting). Overall, that makes for 4096 DB export value for 15 glass items. Not bad. Leather will be shortly processed into backpacks and waterskins for the glorious Quickquickness militia.
Food and booze stocks are plentiful. Time to design the... Damn.
I cant say I'm unhappy to see these pests. Indeed, I am eager to unleash the 10 CROSSBOWS OF HELL (largely innacurate).
Tanner and speardwarf somehow manage to get stuck on the wall.
Ebem Mebgoden hits buzzard in the heart, and THEN again in the head from across the map.
Marksdwarf Urdim Zasilid climbed the tree for no reason, and, as expected, fell down and broke his sorry ass. The hell?! What's next, you step on a hamster and have heart attack? I wanted to mangle his beard myself, but was told, that "He" was in fact "She", so no beard was present.
3 buggers get shot out of the sky, and conveniently hit the ground at the refuse pile, sparing the effort to haul their misery.
Ok, buzzard bastards are dead, and synchronously, the 50 clear glass item mandate is complete with surplus!
P.S:Urdim's sorry ass rests in traction bench. He better get well soon, or I will use him as a guinea pig for our "Panacea".
125-05-16Uh, something is not right... All of the children have clustered in barracks (Speardwarf's room) and starve/dehydrate themselves, while still playing make-believe. I hope I am not the one to cause such degree of distress as to provoke suicidal tendencies...
Checking on food/booze stocks reveals full availability. Pathing to the dining room is not blocked.
Some time later...
Children are fine now, I wonder if this was some form of industrial action...
Migrants arrive, and allow for even further labor specialization:
Meanwhile, chief medical dwarf diagnoses bedridden Urdim, over, and over, and over again. I counted about 10 times in a row, he went from novice to adequate diagnostician in no time. Sigh, we get it, Urdim has a fractured wrist, could you apply splint now?