Well, it's been a rough year. Food shortages, goblins, dead overseers, and now the replacement overseer has been carried off by a giant eagle.
Some people are coping with the loss better than others.
I wonder who they'll find to take the blame for this mess now?
Huh, is that an old bedpost lying there? Taupe must have been hauling that to the refuse pile when the eagle swooped him up. Well, there's no sense in wasting good wood. I'll just take it back to my workshop and-
"Hey everyone, look, Nogoodnames has the overseer's staff! He's the new overseer!"
...Shit.
== Overseer's Log: 1st Granite ==
I've been looking over the records, and things are not looking good. Some lunatic has banned the brewing of plump helmets, the only source of alcohol in this gods forsaken mountain. There's not a drop of booze left in the fortress. Thirsty dwarves have resorted to lapping up stagnant water from a puddle outside, like wild beasts.
It seems awfully convenient that as soon as this crisis starts coming to a head, our overseer gets killed by a giant eagle. To top it off, no one admits to having actually seen the eagle, and there are none flying around right now. I may have to have sheriff DolosusDoleus look into this.
Adding to my suspicions, one of the lesser-known peasants has taken to calling himself "Taupe IV." He claims it's just an old family name, but I'm watching him.
Elsewhere in the fortress, a glassmaker by the name of Domas Jadeshields is demanding a list of materials for some kind of project. This poses a problem, as we have no source of sand to make the glass he is screaming for. I am hopeful that the elves will bring a few bags of it, but he could still snap if they take too long. Just in case, I've ordered the masons to install a sturdy stone door on his workshop. For his own safety, of course.
My top priority for now must be to resolve this alcohol crisis. Afterwards, I will try to diversify the farms and locate the underground river our surveyors predicted, so that this problem doesn't happen again.