Dwarf Fortress - Abbey of Blossoming - Chapter Twenty-Two
To : Shareholders
From : Amost Craftdied
This report that covers the Autumn of 253.
I hope the Mayor's letter didn't bore you. And I hope he behaved himself. He seems a tad too happy about being elected twice. At least he only demands we produce quivers. We don't really need as many as he demands be made but they are still useful.
We finally have a working Ashery. So we should have soap soon. And a Vermin Catcher's Shop. So if we are lucky we may have small tamed pets for the people to cheer them up. I hope.
I also approved a petition from a troupe of entertaining elves. Three elves and one dwarf in fact.
Oh the 14th of Linestone the caravan from Olin Nonub. What did we promise to trade to them? Let me look at my notes. And when I mean notes I mean the stuff I write on the walls next to my desk. Oh, and with them is the liaison Rimtar Bisekurist.
Hey, we don't have any agreement with them. Good. We can trade them whatever we want! All the crap in other words!
Oh, and some new arrivals have shown up. Yeah. More hands to get to work. Also may as well dig up some new graves.
Interestingly enough the traders came with lots of food, we traded some junk for some plump hemlets, but they also brought along a hairless mammoth.
As the trading was going I was approached by the Sect of Granite. A religious group who request a temple and a priest. I approved the request of course.
I noticed the migrants seemed to be drawn towards the Guildhall and the Temple. Maybe those areas, being built within the living rock, feels more comfortable, almost homelike, to them?
On the 21st of Limestone I have been told that one of the kids, name of Ingish Thikutlist, is throwing a tantrum. I thought that kid was already dead. They all look a lot. Now that I think about it most of us look alike.
He is in the Mayor's officer tossing around food and rocks. I locked him in till he stops. Or somebody reports him and I can let justice handle it.
Also it seems the adult chickens are attacking the chicks. I guess it is a little crowded in their pen. So I ordered all the hens and roosters butchered.
Oh, and it seems somebody made a statue of me. Without me even ordering it. How wonderful. I put it outside the Mayor's office.
The kid was reported on but is too young to be arrested. And now he is attacking and hurting the pigs. Next time this twit enters a room I am locking him in.
Now he got into a fist fight. Oh boy. I am getting reports from everybody. He is damaging barrels and hitting people. Once he is old enough he is likely going to spend years in chains if not being hammered to death.
Oh...I am going to kill this kid. He just destroyed our first carpenter's workshop. The first workshop of the settlement.
Oh no! One of the human soldiers visiting the settelment has turned into a Wereweasel! All military have been called out to kill it! He happens to be in the upstairs tavern. Oh no, the public! Somebody think about all the lawsuits!
It is dead. In fact many of the visitors, including some of the undead ones, were attacking it before our troops arrived. It was already being wounded and slammed around before the dwarves started stabbing and hacking it. Seems the undead were also using magic on it. They were just gesturing and tossing it about. Or just hurting it. Kind of scary.
I hope they ask to become residents!
The visitors also acted as meatshields. In other words the were was so focused on the first people to attack it that it could not counter or deflect the attacks by our own armed, and trained, citizen soldiers.
BUT some of the our soldiers may have been, well, bite. At least one Captain was. Maybe more than one. We will have to see who ends up in the hospital.
There are two wounded people already in the hospital. But they are there due to the kid beating them up. At least we now have soap.
Boy, blood all over. And body parts. The Butters of Paging is a mess. But it gets cleaned up. But for somebody's nose in the food and drink stockpile.
I figured out it is Onget Blotsack, Captain of the Noble Cudgels, who was the wounded officer. As you can guess, once he has been worked on in the hospital we'll have to wall him up. Oh, and it is his nose in the tavern. Will it also turn into a were...whatever?
It also looks like the human axeman, Bekdil Dentfastened, has also been wounded. We may have to exile him. I am not sure I have the right to wall up a hired sword. So many legal issues and forms to fill out.
And now the Silken Company requires a Guildhall. In other words a woodworker Guild. It has been approved. I guess I will smooth a room, engrave everything, toss in a few displays, and a carpenter shop.
And after all that the traders are finally leaving. Also a small Shrine to Kosh has been finished. A very small one. A Woodcutter, named onul Kikrostdeg is now the Performer for the Shrine. Kosh is linked to Fortresses among other things. So we really should have built this earlier.
Oh, and a Rodent Man is visiting the tavern.
The wounded human soldier has been exiled while the Captain is being walled up. If he does not change, well, we'll let him out.
Oh, and we were able to get the shields out of the pond without anybody drowning.
And the Mayor is FINALLY talking to the liaison. I wonder what you have requested from him. Sometimes I forget this reports are going to you. Hahahaha...ha...ahem.
Seems you want crowns and crutches. We'll see what we can do.
He has told me that the liaison offered to allow us to join the Kingdom. And the Mayor suggested my name...what does that mean? Oh, wait, the liaison has also come to talk to me...with paperwork to sign?
WE HAVE BEEN MADE A BARONY? And I am now a Baroness? Oh thank you Great King.
The Temple for the Sect of Granite has been named the Hot Chapel though it is not finished yet. And have to find a Priest for it. Also working on the Guildhall for the Silken Company, the Woodworker's Guild, Guildhall. Already named The Rough Hammer.
And we have a Carnotaurus in the area pestering people. So I ordered two sqauds out to kill it. They killed it but one soldier is heavily wounded.
Turns out the Militia Captain is a were alright.
Oh, and I decided the export of beds was a no-no. We need all of them.
And I wish, whoever is doing it, would stop dropping their pants all over the place!
Damn it. Another Carnotaurus showed up and attacked one of the kids. I sent two units after it but it killed the kid.
Well, winter has come and we number 103. So even with all the deaths we are doing well. I also have a nice office and the citizens are working on my tomb.
Ever Loyal to the major shareholder King erith Gikutzulban,
Amost Craftdied
Ex-Expedition Leader, Militia Commander, Manager, and Baroness of the Abbey of Blossoming!