From the Journal of Noagga Alakmesbar, Weaponsmith and Overseer of Mebanugath3rd Granite, 211It would seem that I have been chosen to be the new Overseer of this fortress, in charge of designing the expansion of our home and assigning the jobs and labor necessary to sustain us. I'm surprised that they haven't chosen me sooner, to be frank. After all, I am quite clearly among the most talented dwarves here!
Naturally, I've gotten to work right away to get this fortress running perfectly. For my first action, I've noted that our alochol stocks have been declining. Which is absolutely UNACCEPTABLE! What are dwarves without alcohol, without booze and beer and mead to fuel our work? Nothing, that's what. We might as well be ground dwelling humans.
Seems the reason for our shortage is a lack of barrels to actually
hold any alcohol we're making. I've ordered about fifty barrels to be made. Maybe a bit too much, but better to be overstocked than understocked, I say.
I also noticed that the tavern doesn't have any chests to store the goblets they need. A few of the chests we have in storage are set to be placed inside and I'm also making a few extra cups. Again, better to be overstocked than understocked.
5th Granite, 211Today, our manager Parzival started complaining that he didn't have an office to manage our work orders in. I thought his brain had started to rot, or he wanted out of doing his job, since I had already heard that he had been given an office by one of the previous overseers. However after taking a look at the room myself, I realized the problem. He
did have an office, yes, but he didn't actually have a desk or even a chair to work at. Fair enough, then! I'm having the necessary furniture moved in as we speak...or as I write, rather.
Outside of that I've decided that our barracks are a bit underequipped. The militia is training themselves quite well, but they have nowhere to store their armor or weapons, nowhere to sleep. Maybe the dwarf who last had my job thought they could just live in regular rooms. Well, I won't be having that. If you're part of our militia, then you best be prepared to sacrifice some privacy and living space. For as long as they're in service, the barracks will be their homes.
They'll be a little cramped in their new beds, but they can handle it. I'll get some armor stands and weapon racks soon.
7th Granite, 211The tavern now has all the goblets it needs! The ale will doubtlessly flow in those halls now. One thing I must admit, I am somewhat tempted to shut out all non-dwarven visitors...but no, I will stay myself. The possible knowledge we may gain from these...
outsiders...is more of a benefit than their presence is a drawback. For now.
In other matters, my efforts to get the military into the best shape I can continue. I've decided to have some more armor made for them. Not much, simply a few mail shirts, but enough to keep their guts from spilling out- hopefully, at least!
11th Granite, 211The fortress continues to run quite smoothly! No doubt due to
my wisdom, of course. I've had us woodcutters sent out to gather more wood, for future crafting and projects.
And since I've been such a wonderful Overseer, I believe I deserve some small reward, yes? Glad you agree, Journal.
I'm carving out a modest living space for myself, nothing incredibly demanding. Just something a bit more spacious and...
extravagant.
12th Granite, 211Oh....it's
THEM.15th Granite, 211Outside of our....tree loving visitors, things are still doing quite well in the fortress. The barracks will be getting some armor stands soon, which I'm sure our soldiers will be thrilled about.
Speaking of our soldiers....while peeking into the barracks, I saw that Muthkat has...brought her baby to sparring lessons. I
did say that the barracks would be their homes, but I didn't quite mean...THIS much.
Her child, I suppose, but I can't say I support the idea very much.
18th Granite, 211I've decided, in the interest of diplomacy, to take a look at the elves wares. Not much we would desire, as is to be expected, but....there was ONE thing that caught my eye. And all it cost us were a few amulets. I think I'll very GLADLY have this purchase.
22nd Granite, 211My prosperous rule has brought us migrants! Our population now reaches 62 dwarves. The migrants are the standard affair that come from the mountain homes; there are peasants, cooks, etcetera. I'll admit though, that our most recent purchase has me interested in the career of a specific dwarf that has come...
26th Granite, 211HEAVENS ABOVE THIS IS NOT GOOD.
I have been alerted that at the distant edges of our territory, a BEAST has come. A twisted, monstrous thing, that walks like a man in the skin of a lizard. Well...well...I am no coward, not at all. Our military will slay this beast!
I hope.
27th Granite, 211Things continue to make a turn for the worst, I fear. The walls of our fortress have not quite been pierced, but our safety is still threatened as the werelizard is now in the watery tunnels right outside. Brave yet foolish dwarves have engaged him, and they are...quite clearly outmatched. I must admit, my fear is not that they will die...but what might occur if they live.
(OOC: I can't quite remember who all fought the werelizard and who was bitten, outside the pictured cook and fisherdwarf. Whoever plays after me should look out for that...assuming it doesn't bite ME in the ass first.)
Wait, I am told something has happened- as the moon changes and hides a sliver of it's light, the werelizard transforms! It-er, he, I suppose-looks....much more pathetic in this new form.
...and much more killable.
28th Granite, 211As the day shifts, there is very sad news. Sarvesh has died from wounds suffered in battle with the werelizard, and our fort is now with one less dwarf. A shame, truly.
But he does not die unavenged! Our military finally were able to reach the location of the beast, and engaged the weakened old man it had become in combat. With a single swing, Rel has liberated his head from his shoulders! A true hero, and since I ordered him to do it, that means that by extension I am as well.
1st Slate, 211A new month arrives, and our fortress moves on from the tragedies at the tail end of the previous. In honor of my brave ordering of our militia, I have continued work on my own personal living space. Truly, I deserve it now more than ever.
I've also decided to smooth over any unhappy feelings our citizens may have had after that incident, by literally smoothing over some walls and floors! Ha, I'm quite clever.
4th of Slate, 211The armor for the militia is done! Seven mail shirts for seven soldiers. And I'm feeling a bit...bold. Why not test the efficiency of our soldiers?
I hear that there's a group of kobold vermin who have infested a nearby ruins of a fort. Why not clear them out, and take whatever treasures they've gotten their filthy hands on? It'll be an easy fight, doubtlessly. I'm sure the Hairs of Armor will enjoy themselves.
5th Slate, 211We travel another level downwards, though the expansion is not for happy reasons. After losing Sarvesh we have to accept that we will eventually lose more dwarves. We will build a place to honor them, so as to put their spirits to rest. I can only hope it doesn't fill up too quickly.
8th Slate, 211The Hairs of Armor have returned! I can tell, because one of the first of them to waddle home is the baby whose mother decided she needs to keep him even on a raid. Still can't say I'm supportive of that choice. Whatever, that is unimportant. What matters currently is to hear the glorious tales of victory!
...I have heard no glorious tales of victory. In fact as of now what I hear are tales of DEFEAT. SOMEHOW, a Kobold managed to...OUTWIT us! A KOBOLD, outwitting DWARVES! I almost don't believe it...
Tragically we have once more lost one of our own. Muthkat perished in the battle at the h-
Wait. Muthkat...
Oh no.
The kobolds will PAY for this!
16th Slate, 211The local Farmers Guild is mad. Why? Because we failed to build them a guild hall. Despite the fact that a previous overseer
quite clearly made a hall specifically for them.
Bah, I don't know what I expected out of a bunch of peasants. They'll get over it.
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