1st of Granite, year 102
"Congratulations new overseer, you are incharge now buddy".
I had talked to this dwarf before. He was AvolitionBrit, chief medical dwarf and the overseer of Irritan Amam. Or ex-overseer, as I would soon come to know him. I am voliol, a bard of this fortress, though some may know me as "Melbil". As I meditated on love this dwarf interrupted my thoughts.
"What do you mean?" I tried, but he seemed to busy to answer the question. So now I am burdened with being the overseer of Irritan Amam.
No, I shouldn't see it as just a burden. I heard AvolitionBrit had only been an overseer for a year, so perhaps this is a tradition, passing the duties to a new dwarf, so that all thoughts may be heard. Or perhaps not, the poor AvolitionBrit seemed rather stressed as he left it off with me.
It is an overseers job to approve or disapprove of petitions, and already during this first day we had many. I've approved of Doren Tomuskogan, the baroness consort of Boatjudge. Of the other petitions, Rimtar Ecemkel is a legendary poet who we can only be honored to host, and so is Kerleb Kisesáthra, in addition to being a dear friend of Doren. The others will have to go though, the drinks of a budding fortress can only sustain so many people of the arts.
And no less can this one! I looked over the stocks and saw we have no drinks! That explains why AvolitionBrit muttered something about "plump helmet wine", despite not going for a drink himself. This must be caused by the tavern, where wine was flowing between barrels, dwarves, and humans alike, and I cannot fault it for that. I've told the miners to prepare an area in the caverns, where we can plant plump helmets.
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11th of Granite, year 102
These last few days have been eventful. I heard rumors about thieves on the surface, and yet no person one could be seen,
only large, swarming insects. And just the other day, little Urvad began acting strange, muttering something about a craft. That child is growing up fast.
Now the elves have arrived to trade, and they have brought with them a giant beast. And no, I am not talking about the "camel", whose legs are already as longer than any dwarf is tall, but what must be its monstrous sibling, caught in the wildest of forests. Even the tall elves do barely reach up to its knees.
When asked about the great beast, they claimed it can carry hundreds if not thousands of our dwarven goods. A shame, since they bring little of value to trade them for. Some fruits were still bought, to feed the stills.
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17th of Granite, year 102
Urvad finished her craft today, using giant bat bones she created ônoritred Onoltherleth. Perhaps she isn't growing up as fast as I though, since it is a mini-forge. No one can fault her for it, she is only five.
What more has happened recently, is that a giant toad is croaking in the hallway, having hopped up the stairs. Luckily some brave volunteers are fighting it off, and the beast is passed out, taking blow after blow. A dwarf called Dodók is leading the effort, and I heard him boast:
"A giant toad may be dangerous to a single dwarf, but not to a fortress!"
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26th of Granite, year 102
The situation has gotten worse, a giant olm has joined its water-breathing kin, and the victory seems much less certain. We are threatened by the monsters of the deep, and who knows if another one will come; if the creeping, swimming, and crawling beasts arrive in even half the numbers of the troglodytes, then we have no chance. The human soldiers in the tavern do not heed a single of our pleas, hearts cold as stone. We are on our lone.
This terrifies me, by carelessness can lead to the downfall of all of us...
I have now told Domas Bebmalkilrud, a herbalist, to become our militia captain, and he is getting armored up (with but leather) as I write. Perhaps he can even vanquish the toad and the olm, before they threaten a life.
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12th of Slate, year 102
Domas did not have the time to defeat the long beast. The battle was long and tiresome, and finally Inod, expedition leader, split the vile beast's head in two with her pick.But was too late, Dodók had already succumbed to his injuries. By this tragedy, I told the miners to dig out two new areas: one to act as a hospital, and one where the fallen dwarves may rest.
Though this burden is heavy, I still carry on. I walked past the elven caravan as they announced their. "Have another look, maybe you'll find something," they said. How can they understand the depths of dwarven sorrow, I thought, but then I saw something, a cage hidden in the midst of puzzleboxes and grown wood barrels.
How no one did notice it before I cannot tell, but it must be a second reason for them needing an as large pack animal. With antlers like a deer, yet the face of a cow, this was the monster of Irritan Amam, which had been stalking the hills, foreboding an ill fate for the new settlers. All fortresses have stories like that, but for this one to be true! Even the size of this thing was true to the tavern tales. Even the elves' beast of burden looks small in comparison. This was what our defense needed. With the ferocity in its eyes, toads and olms and no less troglodytes
would not even dare to approach.
Or so I had believed, but just as the traders handed over another two bins' worth of crafts, the elves laughed.
"To think you dwarves would show such kind returns for a noble animal of nature, whose mind knows no ill, and which you could never train for violence and ulterior motives. We hold you in deepest respect."
tonnot98, you are now a gem cutter in the save as I continue. This gem cutter has a role in the upcoming summer log (I've played summer but have yet to write it), as a dwarf named "Shem".
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