With Taupe IV out of action and his replacement dead, a new dwarf has taken leadership of our militia. He calls himself Rockeater Beardedhelms, a name so ridiculously dwarven that I had to give his beard a tug to make sure he wasn't an elf spy trying too hard to fit in. He managed to get three kills during the latest goblin troubles, so he's probably the most capable warrior we have right now.
The caravan from the mountainhomes has finally arrived. While they were making their way to the bridge, the tail of it was set upon by another goblin ambush.
Fortunately, their well trained and equipped guards made quick work of the greenskins. Always a sight to see when skilled hammerdwarves send their foes flying!
Sadly, Taupe IV has passed away from dehydration. The underground river remains as illusive as ever. I am beginning doubt the accuracy of our initial surveys. Poor Rockeater kept carrying a bucket around, trying to find any source of water for Taupe. At least he was there to provide comfort during Taupe's final moments.
Another dwarf, a stoneworker called Domas Wildnesslanced, is also restricted to rest and water due to a broken arm. I fear he will also be returning to stone soon.
Indeed, he died not long after that last entry. He got the last free tomb in the catacombs. They will need to be expanded before anyone else dies.
More goblin snatchers and ambush parties have been showing up. So far they have been a nuisance but not a real threat. I'm hopeful that they will remain so until the tower is fully operational.
Ah, some new migrants! Good, I was getting worried that the recent casualties among the workforce would produce intolerable delays in the tower project.
It was a small wave, and very much the bottom of the barrel in terms of skills. News of the recent tragedies must have filtered back to the mountainhomes. Nevertheless, we welcome anyone who can lift a rock! This brings our total population up to 66.
Uh-oh, another glassmaker has been taken by a strange mood. He's claimed one of the furnaces and is furtively sketching images of glass. Unfortunately, the caravan has already left and I still don't think we have any sand or raw glass. Another dead dwarf walking. I think I'll just preemptively lock the door in case he blows up once he realizes we're not going to be able to get his materials.
Out of nowhere, Zanzetkuken comes up to me and announces that he's finalized the export agreement with the humans. I asked why it's taken him an entire season, but he brushed it off as some kind of advanced negotiation tactic. Very suspicious...
Winter has arrived, and my time as overseer grows short. But the tower is progressing nicely, I should be able to see its completion, at least.
One more odd occurrence. Our mayor has just begun calling himself "Taupe V" and is asking everyone to do the same. I might almost say there were some kind of supernatural influence at work, if I believed in such nonsense.