I did. I will have to post a proper journal tomorrow, unfortunately, because while DFFD is working fine, imgur is not, and so I have no pictures.
Here is the save:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=15246[edit]
Journal of 'Eric' Oltarakmam (Giltsunken)
I've been here a couple years now, and frankly I'm more than a little miffed with the previous overseers' administrations. So now I've taken the responsibility myself. This place is run worse than any other fort I've ever visited. Really, it's not much of a fort. There's only twelves dwarves here, The militia commander, Splint, doesn't even have a squad or any captains under his command. So first order of business; We're all getting drafted. Me too. Of all things I don't want to be caught unarmed by the next cavern freak to crawl in here, too many been killed that way. Speaking of which;
This imbecile, Ender, and his freak-on-a-leash business. Gotta figure out what to do about that. You can't leave an untame-able wild creature on a leash and expect nothing to go wrong, no matter how skeptical you think you are. Stupid is the proper term there. So I'm drafting up a holding area for critters like this we catch, where we can attempt to tame them. Gonna put that tame essence in there too, maybe the alchemist can figure out what it's good for.
20th Felsite, 670
I also tire of the reliance on coal-fueled smithing, considering we do have magma available. So I'm having the miners draw up some magma forges down by the sea. Asked them to make sure the channels into the magma are covered so critters don't get at us from down there, too.
4th Hematite, 670
Disaster again, sadly on my watch, but fortunately we were a little, if not well enough prepared.
The freak-on-a-leash gave birth to another freak, and it immediately killed 'Zan' and Thob, the raccoon familiar, before any of us could get down there and wrestle it into submission and kill it.
The expedition leader, Ber, was the one to put it down with her short sword, but her, morul and stodir all took some serious injuries during the fighting. I've drafted Ender as a doctor's assistant, so he can personally oversee the wounds his foolishness has caused. Should have made him bury Zan too, but someone else already hauled the body off to the mortuary.
13th Hematite 670
The injured are mostly back on their feet, sans Ber. Stodir was the first to get up and he's in pretty good moo-
He's got some new body parts. Tentacles, mouth tendril, extra eye clusters all over the place. Yeah, good condition I'd say. Feeling better than ever he says. Gonna go to training, shape up for the next fight.
We're killing that damn sightless thing before it has the chance to break free or give birth to more of the freaks. If I remember right, Morul said Stodir got stung by it. We'll be careful to avoid the stinger for sure.
16th Hematite, 670
Sightless is dead, we took a few minor beatings but nobody else died. Ender participated in the killing. A human caravan has arrived.
That means the undead up on the surface left of their own volition. Well, all except one rhesus macaque corpse, but Splint put that down without issue.
I wish I could say our dealings with the humans were amicable, but the bastards demanded way too much extra "Profit" so I confiscated some goods. About ☼40k worth. Weapons mostly, but also some of those essences the alchemist hasn't had much luck replicating, food, drinks, splints and crutches and thread for the hospital.
So I told the cooks to put all the essences in the stew pot like the inscribed slate describes and make a bunch of roasts out of them. We'll see how that fares. In the meantime none of the food's getting hauled downstairs, as the guys put it "there's no room in the stockpile!" So I'm having the miners expand the good stockpile while we store everything in in the dining room temporarily.
Stodir's really doing okay, all things considered. But he's not been participating in any actual work. Only doing personal drills in the temple barracks. Not even wearing any armor or weapons. Still eats and drinks just fine, though. I've told Ender no more crazies on the chains until we can get an animal trainer in to prove a critter is actually tame.
Oh, the year's up, huh? Hopefully someone else can take over then. I'm exhausted.