1st Granite, 110
Dear diary, one moment I am reading a manual on levers over in the library, the next the head scholar shouts that I am now overseer. Stunned, I order all teeth carried out of the fort entrance. And, sure enough, haulers rush to each grab a tooth of their own, to carry over to the refuse pile. Maybe these mechanics manuals I've been reading will come in useful after all!
For onboarding, Armok has sent a training goblin siege to parlay with. They come in riding beak dogs.
(pic. 1 - this will be a long year)
Thirty goblins, and 15 beak dogs. The entire military is scrambled, and positioned inside the museum. It seems to double as a castle quite well, except for not covering the ramp.
(pic. 2 - a good career starter)
We agree to a parlay, but accidentally crush the envoy under the ramp bridge. War it is then.
7th Granite, 110
Some crossbowdwarfs are sent out to get the goblins to come join us in the museum sooner. Mr. LeftHandOfGod is found dead on the tavern floor, under mysterious circumstances.
The goblin attack is just a distraction! Just as our military withdraws up to the surface, deep deep down below three parties of cave fish women descend from the mushroom trees.
(pic. 3 - tree fish)
Or, rather, they seem to actually be stuck in the trees.
As the newly appointed militia captain of our marksmen squad, Kib Ducimnil disregards his orders to assault the goblins on the surface, electing instead to run in naked into our tree fish invaders.
(pic. 4 - wheels of natural selection turn again)
Despite having no unarmed combat skills, he valiantly grabs one of the invaders, before getting stabbed in the neck and dodging into the lake below. I can see why the head marksdwarf position remained empty, perhaps it should stay that way.
10th Granite, 110
There is a forgotten beast. It is on fire. It IS fire. It scorches earth where it walks. It is coming(after the naked mole dogs).
(pic. 5 - desc)
(pic. 6 - yup its burning)
I have forgotten to designate the burrows. A number of haulers runs face first into the goblin invasion force, complete number of casualties currently unknown. I am assured the situation is under control. Crossbowdwarfs have apparently never attacked, and decided to join the hauling effort instead. It is puzzling.
14th Granite, 103
After a shirt skirmish, and one dead marksdwarf, our forces withdraw without forcing the enemy out of position. Siege continues.
The caverns are still on fire, mole dog terrorist continues on his rampage. It is upset about choking on smoke from all the fire it's leaving behind.
Cave fishwomen are still in the tree.
Some more bodies are found dehydrated in bizarre places.
A new poet squad is designated, I feel like we might need it.
More graves are prepared, just in case.
100 cases of disorderly conduct going cold in the guard's office. The people are rejoiced to hear that they've all been solved together as being caused by the same already dead child. His corpse is sentenced for life and justice meted out instantly. The one leftover case of vandalism was decided to have been committed by an agitated unicorn, for some variety. In reality, it was a different child's fault. They are an absolute menace.
A Child Containment/Daycare Unit is designated in the abandoned temple. Perhaps if the kids fight each other they will stop trying to fight the normal workers.
(pic.
New lady of something. Good to know.
19th Granite, 110
Fire beast seems to be contained - it has no interest in the, unfortunately, wooden doors leading out of the caverns, instead opting to slaughter one of the stranded undergrounder swallow men invader parties. It is now resting, it seems, so we will leave it alone .
A routine garbage atomizing operation crushes a bunch of treasured masterworks as well. I dearly hope that is not going to become a problem.
(pic. 7) Not a problem
The child containment unit is complete
(pic. 8 - CCDU operational, even has an entertainment dogl Disregard the mangled corpse, people keep refusing to clean it up.)
The fire monster has jumped into the lake, to expected results.
(pic. 9 - it used to be somewhere around here, but can't see it anymore)
4th Slate, 110
We've been under siege for more than a month, the enemy is not coming.The burrow designations have become invisible and don't seem to work,so we will simply come to the enemy. Everyone save for city guard is assembled for one final assault.
(pic. 10 - a brave soul runs the blockade to recover the (rope reed sock)
After accidentally disbanding our marksdwarf squad, it is reformed under the brave sock runner's leadership.
A picture is worth a thousand words, so I'll simply illustrate the battle.
(pic. 11 staging area - we are ready to charge!)
(pic. 12 - the lines collide)
(pic. 13 - our casualties)
The goblins are dispatches with little trouble, the battle lasting seconds. Everything left on the ground is designated to be smelted down, to be remade into quality dwarven metals. More cavefishwomen join the tree party as soon as the goblnis are dispatched.
(pic. 14 - there are easily 30 or more of them hanging out in the branches)
16th Slate, 110
Some improvements have been made to the body dump, as it is getting overfilled. Hopefully the dumping process will become easier with the addition of some minecarts.
(pic. 15 - elf(sick freaks) sleeping in miasma inside the bonepile)
The second captain of the marksdwarfs proceeds to suicide by cavefish, starting something of a tradition. They suck on his nose until he jumps into the lake.
Access to third cavern layer is now forbidden, just in case anyone else decides to die.
Back on the surface, a presser punches a black bear in the head until it passes out. She would be drafted into the military immediately, if only we knew who it was.
(pic. 16 - the kind of dwarf we are trying to cultivate here at Irritan Anam)
All join applications are declined. No more bards.
(pic. 17 - brave haulers working hard to discard the truly insane amounts of trash we've been accumulating. May bonecrafters forgive us.)
28th Slate, 110
There are some good news and ok news - in good news, I can feel the universe speed up as the trash pile recedes.
In ok news - two elf poets have climbed into the trash compactor as it was being used. Their commitment to dying in the most enviromentally friendly way is noted.
(pic. 18 - the one in the hole is still alive as of taking of this picture)
A few cage traps were added to the museum entrance, to catch the constant onslaught of agitated animals. The accidents with them are many, but hardly worth writing down. Save for the bear.
3rd Felsite, 110
Child care seems to be going well. Kids are fighting each other, hiding in a corner, vomiting all over the floor and the entertainment dog. Overall they seem to be enjoying themselves.
(pic. 19 - It warms my heart to know they are well taken care of)
11th Felsite, 110
Hospital is using muddy water brought up from the caverns to clean wounds. Our water system is an embarassment to all dwarvenkind. Work on a water cistern will begin as soon as the kid's rock gym and project garbage dump are complete.
Kids playing rock-throw. They love it.
(pic. 20 - maybe one is not enough)
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