Journal of HMetal Silverystopped, Overseer of Deathgame21 Slate, 503The fey miner, Stinthad Sarąmbim has taken:
I've a feeling that this will be worth a lot, no matter how useless.
Also, our Baroness has started to call herself Litast again. Wonder where Fleeting Frames came from?
Truth be told, I was approached by this spirit calling itself "Fleeting Frames". This spirit had the voice of a noble, yet it was very down-to-earth. And wise. VERY wise spirit. In fact, it needed something to contain it. So, the idea of engraving the pictures of Syrupbreaches was to house the spirit. Every time I walk past the engravings, it catches me in a flash. It (or he, I should say) then reads what's on my mind and gives me advice and wisdom. I hated it at first, but got used to it. By the way, it told me to have my squad train for shield using. Good idea! And I should probably stop detailing this wall.
23 Slate, 503A tiercel peregrine has just reverted to its wild state. So I've ordered the Tongs to engage the bird.
24 Slate, 503Now that our animal trainer has somehow figured out how to train peregrine falcons, I've ordered the Tongs to disengage.
25 Slate, 503Okay. What?
And it has pictures of a duel between a human and a roc? At least it has images of gems in raw adamantine.
"My Lady!", I shout.
"Yes, Captain. What is it?", responds our Baroness.
"I have to show you something." "Well, what is it?" "The fey miner has something to show you."
Stinthad happily comes out from the masonry workshop. He then presents it to us.
"So, my Lady, what do you think?", Stinthad calmly asks her. "It certainly is beautiful. The images are well drawn, and it's adamantine we're talking about here! You, Stinthad, are now removed from the Moods burrow, and will have an engraving in your honor." Edem, Stinthad's wife, and Kea Iton, one of our Tongs marksdwarves, and Stinthad's daughter, come rushing to him. "Father, I'm so proud of you! I know it is a coffin, but it looks soo good! So beautiful!" bursts Iton. "My dear, you lovely, tough son of an amazing mother-in-law, you've done brilliantly.", Edem told him, with pride that only a wife could have for her husband. The Commander, Rovod, walked in and said, "For a coffin, it looks beautiful. Stinthad, congratulations! Iton, be proud of your father. Be proud to be dwarves. I know I am."
The Baroness and I exclaimed in unison, "Hey, that was my line!" Edem and Iton embraced their husband and father, respectively, and walked to their quarters with their arms wrapped around each other.
A little later, Urist L, our bookkeeper and Onciblu, our broker, joined in. "This could be worth a lot", said Urist. Onciblu added, "How much?" "We can't have a bronze colossus attack us now!", I added.
"One and a half
MILLION dorfbucks?!?!" we shouted out loud. We as in myself, Litast, Rovod and Onciblu. "Yes. It's made of 3 raw adamantine ores, 1 set of raw adamantine blocks, and raw adamantine gems. In addition, the image of the slain human adds to the quality. Not to mention the sheer brilliant detail of all the images. Thus, I conclude that it is worth ☼ 1.5 million.", Urist said with a rather analytical tone.
The Baroness kept her word, and ordered me to commision an engraving. This is what it is:
And it has been commisioned. So after that, Litast (now she insists that I call her by her name, because, apparently, she has got to know me better, and thinks of me as a friend.) now asks, "Whose coffin will it be? The image of the human slain by a roc should mean that it should belong to a soldier."
"I don't want to die!" Rovod and I exclaimed. "But if we have to, we'll be ready.", Rovod assures the Baroness. Seeing my glare, she runs off to target practice. And I go to dig out the new barracks for the Lightning Picks. After sleep, of course.
26 Slate, 503And it's done.