Journal of HMetal Silverystopped, Overseer27 Slate, 503The Spirit of the Frames has said that I should make a statue for our proud fey miner. So I'm about to order this:
I'm reading this:
Also this just in:
. Congratulations! Boy oh boy, her family should really be happy. What's his name?
So the Picks' new barracks is this:
I get it. It's the ammo stockpile. But I have no use for it, so I make this place the barracks for my squad.
28 Slate, 503I've ordered 10 weapon racks to be made.
1 Felsite, 50312 Days To GoOur Mayor has just mandated this:
Why??
Also, I've cancelled the production of weapon racks, as they don't really do anything. So armor stands instead.
7 Felsite, 5036 Days to goI hit a snag. The room I dug out wasn't going to work, so I took one of the rooms with the golden chests and cabinets as my barracks.
"Oi, Blahsfeg!" "Yeah, what?" "Could I borrow one of the bedroom halls with the golden chests and cabinets?" "What for?" "Barracks." "Just take it, will you. You already dug out an archery range for Rovod's so I don't see why not." "Thanks!"
When he took the reins, it was very relieving. I just resigned from the position of expedition leader, after that nightmare burned into my mind, alongside my "deathly screech", as Blahsfeg put it in his log, into Blah, Rovod, Nish, Morul, Erush, and Fath's minds.
So all I had to do was demolish the walls by pick. Thanks, Medtob!
8 Felsite, 5035 Days To GoThe room with the microcline walls is the weapons stockpile, for all squads. The aforementioned golden chests-'n-cabinets room is the not-so-humble barrack of the Lightning Picks.
We have two rather unfortunate dwarves here. There's Stinthad, also known as the guy who
just had to make a raw adamantine coffin, Iton's father, and the grandfather of little Tholtig. And there's Lor. He's the father of Tholtig, son-in-law of Stinthad, and husband to Iton of the Tongs.
Goody gumdrops I have to pray.
9 Felsite, 5034 Days To GoI'll be organizing a striking demonstration shortly.
"Alright, Monom. WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER HERE?!"
Lokum then cries loudly. "Sshhh. Sorry, Sir. She needs to be with me. She cries when I'm away. Please forgive this slight infraction." "Well, mothers are allowed to bring their children to combat and training according to Dwarven law everywhere, so I'll let it slide." "Thank you, Sir."
"Anyway. I've seen you all dig. You are legends of hacking away rock with your picks. But we aren't competent warriors yet. So I'm here to teach you how to strike with your picks.", says Monom.
Few hours later"You STILL aren't getting that focusing your strike on the enemy is the most important part, Kumil.", Monom said disdainfully. "Seriously, Kumil, listen to her. She's very skilled with hacking someone with a pick." Kumil responds, saying "Says the one who killed a minotaur with a pick. She haven't done anything yet!". "We're training so that we can kill that damned deer under us with dandruff that can kill us all. You need to practice, okay? So LISTEN.", I had to tell him.
Later, I also started to lead. "It might help in mining, but letting your weapon, your pick, slip away to hit the enemy more accurately
DOESN'T CUT IT. LITERALLY. Always strike with a firm grip, because if you don't, the enemy will easily disarm and kill you. Need any tips? Dry your hands before you go out. It'll help with gripping your pick. Also, don't hold the pick in the middle. Hold it between the tip of the handle and the middle of the pick. And on that spot, use your dominant hand to strike the enemy. Your non-dominant hand should be closer to the edge to help swing."
Also
When will they be ready?
"So now, Monom's asleep. WHY?! WE NEED TO TRAIN! Anyway, here's how you fight. Only fight like this when you're disarmed. And against the deer in the caverns, it'd be useless. But still if we survive but the fort doesn't, you still have more job prospects! Logem, you're exempted from this. You're good. Real good. So teach some of the striking techniques, okay?" "Sir, I feel Lor should show Erith." "Why?" "His striking accuracy is something to aspire to." "Okay Lor, you show Erith, okay?" "Yes, Sir!"
"First of all, a mug of ale before the fight is key to this technique, as you can whack the enemy with unparalleled force. Clench your fists and aim for the face if the gobbo is armored; that'll daze him temporarily and leave your friend from the archer squad an easy shot! Bite into the eyes, as it'll hurt there the most..."
And it went on into the next day.