Scrub's Log...
Scrubs Journal,
At last I have arrived at Nokzamoslan, such a nice little town out here in the middle of no-where. I particularily like the name, translated from the old tounge roughly as "The Chamber of Soaring", it's a good transition from the previous few weeks. The journey was unbearable, water sources were few and far between in the migrant caravan, and we only carried enough drink with us to make it to the fortress. Even my personal stockpile of soap was worn down from over twenty bars to a mere half of one. What's worse, the other migrants refused to talk much in our travels, insisting that our timly arrival was more important than talking, or telling me to "save my breath", the nerve!
Almost immidiatly after our arrival a dwarf calling himself Durien raced to the meeting hall that our soon-to-be neighbors led us too, hardly stopping to throw a thick log he was carrying into a haphazard stockpile. On my arrival I was appaled, much like many of the others here (and myself at the time) he was filthy. Covered from beard to flank in wood chips and stone dust. He spent a short time "interviewing" each of us, asking what jobs we did well before sending us on our way. Of course, I couldn't tell him I was a soaper. It's a well-known fact that many skilled soapers are so discriminated against and immediatly thrown into the military, so I told him that I would be more than willing to burn charcol, especially given the lack of wood burners in the fortress. However, I think my nickname may have tipped him off since ever since our interview he has been avoiding me.
Of course, before starting work I was able to get a good look at the entire structure as well as the state of it's inhabitants. It's a sad state it is, several of our military are nursing wounds, sitting in a bed that's covered in a mixture of their own blood and messy mud. I've taken to changing their bedding in my spare time (which isn't much, I'm afraid. To enshure that this fortress is healthy and happy I often find myself running from workshop to workshop when the owner is away, butchering, rendering fat, burning wood. Once I convince our leader that soap is a neccecity, especially considering the danger of infection for our military, I should be able to concentrate on simply making soap, as is my calling.), and I'm starting to think a few of them are beginning to like me. However, most of the incapacitated are delirious anyway and I doubt they will all remember me after they recover.
On another note, I was finally able to find the perfect location for a shower. However, Durien laughed quite loudly the first time I presented him the blueprints and has been trying his best to avoid me since. However he has more than once seemed mildly intriqued by the idea that sickness is caused by tiny monsters, claiming that such a thing isn't totally unbelivable. Perhaps I could try working on some of the other founders for a time. Grekk, the resident weaponsmith and impressive speardwarf, and Bappsie, the wrestler, seemed particularily interested in improving the quality of health for our soldiers, and Hezman was nearly falling over herself to voulenteer to help me run the pumps (must be a milker thing, for some odd reason she hates purring maggots too. However she does occationally give our resident livestock a strange look.)
Well now Journal, my shift will be approaching soon. I suppose I'll be able to spend my next few hours working on the showers blueprint. I just realized that we could place an engraving mold on the floor and pour gold bars into the walls to get engraved gold walls, add in a gold statue in the middle and have the water pour right and we could make the best meeting hall/party room on this side of the continent, the beautiful mist and the masterful statue comforting everyone who passed though and averting the destructive madness that seems to perment our race. I'm certain if I put it right I can convince Durien to see things my way (and get everyone clean, especially if easy-acess soap is put in all four corners of the room!)
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That was fun. I had to hunt about to find dwarves who liked new ideas that I could get to support me and Durient was one of the three. :3 The gold, while being slightly ludicris for the amount it would take, I tried to pull from Scrubs likes, of which gold is the more expensive and better-looking. Attached to the back of this page is a small diagram of scrubs dwarf-washer.
code:
W = Engraved gold wall
E = Engraved floor, covered in gold.
G = Gold grate
U = Solid gold Statue
O = Soap holder
D = door
w = Normal wall (rough-hewn)
(space) = Normal floor
C = channel
R = Gear Assembly if possible, if not we can dwarf-power it.Main room
WDW
WEW
WWWDWWW
WOEEEOW
WEGGGEW
WEGUGEW
WEGGGEW
WOEEEOW
WWWDWWW
WEW
WDW
upper floor (2-3 levels up. High enough so that we have acess to water) Perhaps we could simply breach the aquifer from below?
Let it funnel into the chasm once built? If not, from the top of the aquifer
WWWWWWWRWW
WC PPCW
WWWWWWWWWW
Drainage system - Should channel into the chasm once we find it.
If we don't we can try and pump it back into the aquifer.
WWWWW
WC CW
W W
WC CW
WWWWW
Annnd, that's all. Scrubs out!
Edit : Streatched the page.
[ February 29, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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