Journal of the Tavern Keeper Overseer 13th of Granite 179A giant redwing blackbird of ours has finally died...of
old age! What a way to go in a fortress!
I have decided to get some use out of the arena and dispose of the annoying goblins, traitors, filthy elves and various animals near the emergency stockpiles. To do that I have ordered a room dug out above the arena for us to toss the lot through.
Initial measurements proved slightly troublesome by virtue of that giant corpse wandering around that everyone had forgotten about. Arm up swamp hunters! we've some moving target practice!
A shame I'm going to have to put this shield down. I have been asked by a previous overseer to lead the swamp hunters and so I led them.
At least I got to keep my steel armour.
Journal of the Tavern Keeper Overseer 23rd of Granite 179We've been rotating in who gets to shoot at the giant. There's bolts sticking out of every part of it now.
More bad news: there's still elven corruption in these halls
A brief trip to Salmeuk and Auze's offices respectively along with orders to dump any elven rubbish about into the lava chute occured while I went to fetch more bolts. While I can count on Auze to get round to it after he's drunk enough Salmeuk seems to be very distracted recently, I wonder why that is...
The sounds of a broken Mead bottle echo throughout the fortressJournal of the Tavern Keeper Overseer 11th of Slate 179Damn pointy eared wretch! She got inside the fort before I could pull the lever and dump the frothy fire on her! Salmeuk kept her occupied for a little while, then Auze poked his head into the shooting gallery, squirmed uncomfortably and drank another pint from the barrel he was hauling (I don't get Auze. Complaining about not getting any martial training yet abhors violence in any manner) then called me out because the "diplomat" had brought traders with her.
I trecked upstairs with him to see what they had. It would have been insulting were it not so exasperating. There was so little in the manifest despite 4 wagons, and the majority was tainted irrevocably with that "grown" nonsense.
I told Auze to get it over with and he came back that evening having sold a single pair of worn out masterwork bronze greaves in return for a supply of nuts and fruit that I'll make into new drinks after I have cleansed them of the taint made by those filthy elves. Idiot elf was ecstatic over a pair of worn out leggings.
I took a heavy drink from Auze's barrel and told Salmeuk the last Maize Beer was up for grabs pending the outcome of the tree quota.
Salmeuk started out well negotiating a quota of 146 logs. I came back around later with Salmeuk having kicked her out the office and left the diplomat over a barrel, literally. She was in the drinks stockpile and Reg confirmed it was full when hauling it away.
Salmeuk must have gotten cross and dumped her there. That maize beer is being drunk tonight.
In other news our new armourer has celebrated the craft with the heaviest pair of leggins I have ever seen
Made of lead, and encircled with tunnel tube wood.
Oh well, back to training.
Journal of the Tavern Keeper Overseer 18th of Slate 179A beer stain covers the parchmentI've sadly had to call off the archery practice.
We've shot so many pieces off the giant they have started to rot. Its a bit hard to shoot in miasma, so its break time. I headed down to the forge and picked up some new masterwork steel armour curtesy of Vabok and chatted away to some of the other soldiers.
I've assigned Bluarian to weaponsmithing. Did nobody in the fortress notice that this knight is a
MASTER WEAPONSMITH? The incompetence of my fellow Overseers knows no bounds at times I swear.
The smithies are getting an expansion too. There is Adamantine, the most powerful of metals in our depths. When the day comes when I lead the charge to end Weevilmessiah's reign of terror over the world, I will have great need of it. Adamantine is a metal that the so called gods fear, a metal that is perfect for slaying demons and goblins alike.
My age of dwarves is on the horizon and to craft it requires dwarves skilled in the art of extracting strands of adamantine into wafers.
Ral Uzolitem, an axe lord, once worked with but a mere nodule back at the mountainhomes and assures me of his skilled hands with wafers. He shall be the first to extract it for use. Vabok shall make the first cloak, and I shall be the one to wear it. From there, an army full of adamantine.
In the meantime, we will crush our enemies with steel. from master to student do our weapons fight on through countless battles. The legend of Recon's dwarven age will be filled with stories just like the one of the Diamond Butterfly
A wine stain sits on the parchmentClearly I'm not drinking enough. I usually had more done by the end of the first 6 weeks in my previous reigns. Or maybe the relentless grind of shooting bolts has worn me down
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OOC: I think at some point there's going to need to be a year of organisation. We have workshops all over the fortress in no coherent pattern. Great for if we get a forgotten beast running through the fort. Bad for fort productivity.
I've mainly been looking and going through military equipment, reassigning labours etc. The stuff you do when paused
Does anyone know what that hatch above the cavern is there for?
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