If you want to finish your year, go ahead
I don't mind. I'll be updating by season, rather than by date, because I can't remember most of them
SpringWell, hello Nazushrath Nom, its nice to finally be here...
...what's that you say, 'Bloodtemple of God'...
...Brilliant...
So, my first day has gone absolutely horribly, I walked through the oddly undefended bridge while dwarves milled around me, and walked into the worst stench I've ever encountered. It appeared that it was caused by a goblin corpse which had gone a bit far into the fortress for my liking. Oh, this was gonna be a good day.
I quickly ordered the body be dumped outside, but before that could be taken, a hundredweight of stones were carried outside first. But the goblin went, eventually...or he decayed, I don't know, I never saw it go.
Shortly after this escapade, I ordered some cage traps to be build by the bridge because I didn't want goblins getting that far into the fortress,
ever again. Then a female dwarf, Dresdor I think her name was, ran into my office and demanded a glass window off me. Then calmly walked out, I ordered a glass furnace to be built and a tunnel be dug from the magma to it, because Dresdor was a popular dwarf, and annoying her didn't seem to be a smart idea.
Shortly after this order I heard that the fey, or as the others called it, 'The Will of Armok' had taken one of the herbalists. I was curious, what on earth would Armok have in mind for a herbalist, of all people? I guess I'll find out soon.
ELVEN CARAVAN! And that reminds me, I haven't read over my predecessor's notes yet, I don't know if we have a trade agreement with these guys.
Ok, now I'm a bit peeved, the snooty elves have just said they can't accept anything made from wood, but all of our crafts are in
wooden barrels...I may need to designate a part of my wall to hit my head on
Ok, now I'm very peeved, I was just informed one of our blacksmiths had died of dehydration, so I asked them to make a coffin for him in our rather uniquely designed 'graveyard'. When I was told that one of the recruits had decided to sleep on the deathbed of the blacksmith, and ON the blacksmith.
They are bloody morons.
AMBUSH! Aw, carp (sic), they're going straight for the merchants.
Ok, a merchant has died, but there seems to be a fight going on between the Captain of the Guard and the entire goblin force...
...He hasn't got a hope, has he?
(Hate to leave you at a cliffhanger, got to dash, I'll update tomorrow)