Special of the Day: Menu of Del Olinoddom
Time for things to get serious.
With the passing of recon1o6, I'll need to find a replacement - this kitchen needs an authority with sense - a calm demeanor not taken by flights of fancy. Someone they can look to and feel comforted.
Excellent.
Arm up, men. We're going back into the caverns. I order a wall to be dismantled, opening the caverns to us once more. The meat stockpiles are running low and I intend to top them off. Either it can be you, or it can be some critter from the caverns - your choice.
One of the monster-hunters takes the lead! He mashes a mantrap into a fine meringue.
Oh - someone hide all those dead bodies out there... We're trying to get migrants some day, you know?
And for the love of god, restock those cage traps! We'll be eating well tonight!
(Dwarves rushing to restock the cage traps, after tasting Del's giant mole stew.)
Oh my! recon! Congratulations! In a year, I'll give the youngster a cake made by my own hands.
Now get back out there and pick some cave fruit!
Degel said he heard something strange behind the wall. I said I heard he wasn't making the pecan paste I had asked for. That shut him up.
(Cave hounds stuck behind the wall basically give us free reign of the caverns until a forgotten beast shows up.)
I just watched a velociraptor crawl across the walls to get back into the fortress after a wall was constructed. I know my kibble is good, but damn - I didn't know it was that good.
We caught 3 pygmies. Although I've heard that paprika and maple syrup can unlock their flavor potential, in my experience they're all bone, little meat, and no fat - not worth the hassle. I release them.
The idiots immediately fall back into the cage traps.
Kib - artifact creator and clutch lever-puller, also mother - is put in charge of the military. She'll be in charge of Kib's Cooks. Meanwhile, I'll take charge of The Cuts Above, a fall-back defense force. Kib's Cooks grab what they can for weapons - mostly...shields and nothing. Great.
If we're going to equip Kib. We're going to need magma or wood. Both of which can be found deeper. The search begins!
The caverns are exploited of their gatherables and a few trees. I expand the northern section of the fort a small bit, to encompass the exploratory tunnel.
Kib's Cooks asked why they can't at least practice combat with my knives. A 40 minute lecture about elven grown handles and dwarven folded steel later, they gave up.
Mafol, the Monster-hunter died in the caverns. He died doing what he loved, at least - stabbing 6 troglodytes.
Dwarf has an interesting taste - sweet, for a meat, probably due to the high average consumption of wines. Sinewy and tough, though - it is not dissimilar to chewing on bark. Not to mention, in the average dwarven lifespan, the chances of getting all your fat boiled off is pretty high - meaning many lack a potent flavor profile. All of this may explain why elves so frequently consume dead dwarves after battle.
Kib's Cooks murder the pygmies. They keep walking into the cage traps and I'm sick of them.
Praise the miners!
Water, trees, and magma - all in one! Stupendous. Now... about the local flavor...
Well.
I mean, while you're there...
You may as well pick one up.
Kib's Cooks murder a group of seven more pygmies...It was inevitable.
Uh. Congrats.
We're in a tough spot overall. We have plenty of cassiterite. Hematite lies near the surface, as well as our native silver. If we want to begin forging equipment, we'll either need to mine upwards, or at least re-claim the stairwell to the fortress. We're quite low on wood, so the magma will likely be necessary for keeping the ovens running.
Uh - fine - okay. Look, I'm sort of in the middle of something.
I think a better overseer than myself could maybe take the surface back - a few trap rooms and a squad of naked wrestlers might be enough. I'm not really a public-facing guy. I hire maître d's for that (Immaître-D') What I'm good at is making sure the kitchen keeps running and the customers have the best damn dining experience of their li-
Okay - is this like something I need to worry about? What the fuck guys?
The magma is sort of in an open plane, so I carved through a pillar all the way to the bottom. The pillar is conveniently located near the butcher's workshop.
Meanwhile, pygmies have begun stealing jewelry off of dead monster-hunters. Look, as long as they're not in my cage traps - we're golden.
And - claimed. Excellent.
Honestly, the throbbing cysts aren't bad. Oily, astringent. Similar to sea urchin in a few ways - though definitely hints of iron. I'm up for more. Fleshworm, on the other hand - all teeth.
I placed a few of our better-tasting animals in a pen together. It's a little love nest. Maybe in time we'll have some new velociraptors, crystalline chargers, and cats.
Damn - Spring is here already and my time is up. It was nice running the whole shop, but I'll return to my post for a while. Best of luck, whoever takes it next. Keep the larder full, and I'll keep the fort running.
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Trying to prepare for whoever makes a pumpstack, I started digging out orthoclase. I'm a giant idiot and should have just dug out bedrooms on this floor. Ah well.
I ordered up 60 blocks (order of 15) and mechanisms - all magma-proof. No idea what we'll do for corkscrews. There is silver and iron right under the surface. Good luck whoever is next - the siege has been there all year. Only a couple have died to dinosaurs - these guys are really tough.
The caverns were incredibly calm - no forgotten beasts, no massive critters - just a ton of easy to capture slaughterables and some Mind Flayer-like ladies. The fort is completely secure right now - deconstruct walls or pull levers to let the fun in.
I labelled several of the levers.
Save is here!
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