Ast's journal, 23rd Galena, 3003, late Summer:After once again plucking up the courage to venture out into the harsh wilds above, we opened the floodgate and ran outside to collect axes for ourselves. The other champions also got themselves some armor. Once again, the undead paid us no heed.
Crazily, a dwarf by the name of "Bowbeard" came to me this morning, REQUESTING to be drafted into the army. That's right. REQUESTING. What a nut. And since when did dwarves use bows? Fairly suspicious if you ask me. I've ordered a bone crossbow to be made for him, anyways. You'd never know when we might need his... Bowish... Skills.
Ast's journal, 3rd Limestone, 3003, early Autumn:Arghhh.
That fool of a gem setter organized a party in the meeting hall. Only one person came, thankfully. I hope he feels really depressed now. He risked the safety of the fortress organizing a party like that! Just out of the blue. Didn't even ask me for permission. One of these days, I tell ya. One of these days...
Ast's journal, 16th Limestone, 3003, early Autumn:Using my telekinetic powers, I detected a thief above ground level. Probably a kobold. He stole one or two things before he buggered off. If that happens too often, (s)he and his/her friends might come back in bigger numbers. With weapons.
Ast's journal, 20th Limestone, 3003, early Autumn:A caravan has arrived! We're saved! Finally, a little variety in our alcaholic beverages! Meat! And... Yeah... Whatever else they have!
Ast's journal, 13th Sandstone, 3003, mid Autumn:*Sigh*... I'm such an asshole. I refused to become a normal citizen again. I couldn't help it! I didn't want to feel so vulnerable again. Or something. And when a normal citizen went to trade, he couldn't see the prices, and so, he had to keep making smaller and smaller claims. Sadly, the traders got pissed off and called him "childish". Unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures, and so, I am blocking those suckas in. I really do pity those foos.
Ast's journal, 17th Sandstone, 3003, mid Autumn:We let the liason leave. At least he sees things our way. We just ordered the bare essentials: Food, booze, a rope (for a well), and a couple of other things.
Ast's journal, 5thTimber, 3003, late Autumn:The suckas began going mad today. One of their mules even went berserk, but was quickly struck down. It's odd, though; two of the guards have remained sane. I know it is slightly cruel, trapping in my own kin like this, letting them slowly starve/dehydrate to death. But y'know what they say!
Life's a bitch, and then you die.
Ast's journal, 6th Timber, 3003, late Autumn:Migrants!
Didn't come today. What can you do... It's a pity, though. I'd even ordered some bedrooms mined out for them! And ourselves, of course.
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Alrighty then. Things are actually starting to look up for this fortress! But I'm a little worried. Does anyone know if the caravan guards and their masters can starve to death? I hope I won't have to come up with a method for killing them. It would take
so much effort. I just realized that the pictures are a little too small. I'll post them in bigger sizes from now on, although there'll probably only a couple more. I'll probably have my turn finished in another day or two.
EDIT: I posted the same image twice. Oops!