Journal of LegoLord, Evil Genius
2nd Limestone
A dyer named Rimtar Tattooswords has started acting very strangely lately. He has run off to claim a craftdwarf’s shop, and he won’t let anyone in. It’s not his job, I tell Dresdor, but he says he can’t do anything about it. I think I may soon have a good test subject.
He’s grabbed a turtle shell and some bauxite and started working on something. I hope this guy isn’t competition. There were enough other evil geniuses back at the mountain homes. This is my turf!
6th Limestone
Thank Armok, he just made a mask, valued at 3600. But this could be a distraction . . . the competition may have hired him to do that . . . perhaps locking him in a room for a while will get him to talk . . .
9th Limestone
NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! The caravan is here! I will have to hide underground for awhile. I shall claim to be sick and tell Dresdor to tell me of events above ground. Incidently, they were able to bring their wagons, so at least there will be plenty of goods to trade for.
12th Limestone
Looking out my new window is terrifying. They brought so many gaurds . . . this may not have been the best choice for a hide out. Dresdor seems to have delegated the task of trading to a random miner.
13th Limestone
The merchants were uncooperative, so I told the miner to deconstruct the depot immediately. Hopefully some of their goods will get mixed in with the materials composing the depot. Serves them right, of course, for forcing to stay in this shelter against my will!!!
Curses! They’ve packed all their goods! Oh well, I guess they will have to starve on the new moat.
12th Sandstone
The merchants have succumbed to madness. Soon we will have all the goods we will need for the winter. It is now safe for me to come out.
Progress on the new bedrooms and dining room goes well. The workshops are set up in a way that will allow for easy future expansions. All the bridges of the moat are complete, each linked up to its own lever.
26th Sandstone
I attempted to use a ballista to destroy the dwarven caravan. However, due to improper placement and lack of attention, I ended up taking the right arm off of a miner. Hopefully he’s left-handed. I shall pin the blame on Dresdor and make another shot at the merchants.
23rd Timber
The Hamlet Liason has gone berserk! He has attacked two recruits, knocking both unconscious and one winded. A macaque joined into the fray, miraculously unharmed. For now.
Nevermind, it’s starting to look like that monkey will never walk again. Oh well, now we have more meat.
The liason has just killed a dog and tossed one of the unconscious recruits, killing him as well. Upon looking more closely at him (through a telescope, of course) that he is ultra-mighty, unbelievably agile, and superdwarvenly tough. I think we’re in trouble.
Another recruit joined in, only to be instantaneously knocked unconscious. Another one soon followed, and managed too last a few moments before the liason jumped away from his previous prey. The madman’s wounds so far stand at a bruised lower body.
That last recruit is now unconscious. I hope our hunter shows up soon . . . wait! Here he is! But he’s charged at the liaison bare-handed. Crap. Now he’s dead.
The liaison’s just killed a jeweler, a dog, and our last recruit. Now he’s chasing Dresdor. I think his rampage may be close to an end. Dresdor may be mad, but he’s an accomplished miner and is legendary with a pen. Never mind, Dresdor’s unconscious. It must be an epidemic.
26th Timber
Saved at last! After seeing its puppy killed, a mother dog killed the liaison with a lucky blow. Now that Dresdor is gone, someone will soon need to be promoted to expedition leader, and with that, gain the responsibilities of being the manager, broker, and record keeper. I hope it’s someone I can put under my influence. Casualties from the massacre total at eight, not including animals. Good thing Dresdor’s last act as leader was to have tombs made.
17th Moonstone
An armorer, IronValley (hah!) Cloistersacks, has become the new leader. To get on his good side, I told him I would take up book keeping duties. He seemed happy about that. A woodcutter that stood in for Dresdor once also offered to take the position of broker. All is well, aside from the fact that I am here.
11th Opal
I have made myself a tomb here, with a crystal glass coffin. I fear I may not last long here, but this area is my last hope of success. I must at least have a proper burial.
25th Opal
Mistem Relictrailed, the carpenter, has entered a fey mood! Perhaps we will get something useful for once. On a side note, I have begun an extension of my quarters that should allow me to weather a siege from the people.
10th Obsidian
Mistem Relictrailed has created Rulostar (Submergeburies), a birchen door! On it is an image of that turtle bone earing in birch. It is valued at 18000. It’s perfect for my room!
1st Granite
It is now Spring I have spent a whole year here, and now it is time to hide this journal and start a new one. The extension to my room giving me access to a personal siege workshop is not yet complete, and the artifact door has not yet been installed. The moat is long finished, as well as the tombs, which now only requires smoothing. I was recently injured by a tantrumming child. I shall have a talk with his parents. I like that kind of person as an underling. His name is Urvad. I now bury this journal under the ground that will soon be paved over for my room.
I really thought we were dead when the liaison went berserk. I have no idea what that dog did to make Armok like it so much, but I'm glad it was there. Again, sorry there aren't any pictures. The population now stands at 23. Oh, and sorry, but your dude died, dresdor.
Edit: Wait, I've managed to salvage it, just wait a moment.
Here's the save:
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=651
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