8th of Limestone...
I tricked Kuli into using Bauxite by setting up a pile right outside the workshot. She smugly replied that she'd tricked me into hauling stone around for her. I had to admit she was right.
11th of Limestone...
I've decided to put my homocidal wishes to better use. I've constructed a catapult and will rain death down upon the imps who are holding up our progress.
11th of Limestone continued...
The imps have hidden. Bastards. Well, at least progress can continue the magma channel.
23rd of Limestone
With those silly merchants out of the way, we were finally able to get work wrapped up on the magma channel! Today Amost opened the last segment! He did so while I was standing in the channel, finishing the safety floodgates... I've decided to keep an eye on Amost from here on out.
... also I'm keeping an eye on Mulch Diggums, or as I like to call him, Mulchy Darlin'. He's everything a dwarven lass could want, bearded smelly and an artist to boot! Or aspiring artist or something. I've told him to start engraving our exploits on the walls and am looking forward to the results.
We've got a bunch of new recruits. This Dwarven Fanatic guy and I are kindred spirits. In our very first conversation he said "uh, I'm not really looking forward to a new crowd. I always feel like someones watching me." I darkly agreed "Yeah, the bastards are just waiting to slip an axe in your back. Or stick you in a channel full of magma..." I find his constant paranoia to be quite liberating. I recommended he hang out with Amost for a while. Ha!
I haven't really figured out the other recruits yet. There is one fine specimen of dwarfhood. Our first conversation he gives an angry grunt and sucker punches me and seems overjoyed when I sucker punch him right back. The other immigrants explained that he has an uncontrolable internal rage. I explained that we had found the perfect swordsmen for our new military. Oh Fred, if I were a single dwarf.
The others I don't care for. A bunch of useless layabouts who expect to be fed and a bunch of theiving sluts who'd heard that I have the largest stockpile of eligable dwarves under one roof. The worst of the lot is named, of all things Amost, who's supposedly very friendly. Yeah, I'm sure she is. I'm watching you, tramp.