The second year
spring
High lord Homicidalcaptain making first entry into compulsory entry log, I have been selected to be to take command of a fledgling outpost in the mountains named “racebell”, who’s retarded idea it was to name a mountain this? Not mine. The year has thus far been uneventful, none of us knew who the previous ruler was, so I decided to take control of fortress this year, and a good thing too, we already lost one of our comrades , he managed to burn to death in some mining project through magma, I can’t think why he thought it was a good idea to dig through a wall with BURNING MAGMA on the other side. We managed to pull together irrigation for farms, but the area designated for farms was pitifully small. I have rectified this. Soon our dwarves will be feasting on so many plump helmets and sweet pods they won’t know what other foods look like.
Ah, the elves, as reliable as time itself. Every spring they come without fail and here they are again, though I have plans in the future for.... erm.... entertainment, involving them... and ballistas. Much to my displeasure, I found that no craftsdwarves had been designated in the first year and there were no dispensable goods to trade, at all, so I have designated our bowyer as stonecrafter and have designated a workshop to be built, after my mechanic releases the idiot, he somehow thought it was a good idea to build a floodgate to the irrigation room with no exit ON THE INSIDE OF THE ROOM. If I didn’t need the manual labour, id have just opened the irrigation system.
Summer
The farms are under construction, and the irrigation chamber has been expanded, however I now see the room as being wasted space due to no further irrigation being need save for every now and then, so I have began work on converting it to a death chamber for misbehaving dwarves, but first a pump is needed to clear the water out of it without flooding my farms.
The human caravan has come, but we yet still have no goods to provide them because my idiot of a stonecrafter has begun to act oddly, he has holed himself up in a bowyer’s workshop and isn’t saying why, though he has been drawing cryptic pictures of things. I have decided to provide him these and see what happens, though first I need to forge an axe for some woodcutting. And if he turns out to give me something useless, we always have that death chamber im planning to build
Immigrants have arrived, and I am worried for they chose to appear close to a mass of ratmen, however they pass through unharmed. My stonecrafter has finished his mysterious construction, as he proudly announced to all of us. It was a beautifully made crossbow worth 6000*, and it seems he learned a lot of his craft while making it. I make a note to myself to always provide dwarves with their materials when they have such creative urges. I also note that this dwarf is now usefull, curses, now I need another guinea pig for future projects
Tragedy! A giant rat has mangled the leg of our miner and engraver dwarf, the dwarf valiantly slew the rat with his pick but not before being badly wounded, I doubt he shall ever walk again. As reward for his heroism, he lies in bed being watered and fed, and a door will be built to his room soon so we may close and lock it to let him die peacefully. From starvation and thirst.
Autumn
Disaster has struck! A giant bat of the name Bonunmatul has struck down three of our noble dwarves, including both of our mechanics! In my rage I personally struck down the fiend single handedly and drowned him in our channel.
While the slaughtering of this beast made me feel better, some of our dwarves have lost a close friend today and we are now short a weaponsmith and two mechanics. Looks like the crypts will be built early this year. I fucking hate bats.
Alas, our woodcutter is throwing a tantrum due to the lost of his friend to the giant bat, I hope he will not injure anyone while he vents his anger.
The dwarven caravan has come, but we have little to trade save for the few crafts we managed to churn out. We traded the lot of them for a good supply of plump helmets from our brethren, but food stores are in trouble and I hope we can last the winter.
Winter
Food stores are low, and I hope we have enough to survive until spring so that the quantities of crafts I have ordered made can be traded for bountiful harvests of berries and meats from the caravans, our farmers are working hard and soon we should have a harvest of plump helmets though we need many more planters to tend the farms, hopefully more shall come in future immigrations
Due to food shortages, I have ordered all puppies to be slaughtered, this will hopefully provide us with enough meat to last until spring, I hope my fellow dwarves enjoy the taste of dog meat. I know I do.
Accursed goblins, the ambushed us and have struck down three more of our dwarves, at this rate I am considering banning my fellows from leaving the fortress. Amongst the ones struck down was a glassmaker who only just arrived and two of our champions, cowardly goblins with their iron armour beset our unarmoured dwarves with Halberds. luckily, our military is large enough to deal with an ambush and we have routed the wretches. Yet more coffins must now be made.
The woodworker, he has been tantruming non-stop and he keeps trying to attend a meeting with our organizer, who seems to think it’s more important to pick clothes off the bodies of our dead then to reconcile a fellow dwarf. He recently broke a door in his anger, so I was forced to teach him a lesson, I admit I may have beaten him a bit hard but im sure he’ll get over the broken arm, leg and injured hands and arms.
GOBLINS! Another ambush has come and tried to attack an innocent child, woe upon them however for the child had enough sense to run back inside the fortress which is guarded by many traps. They never saw it coming as giant rocks fell on their heads mortally wounding them. Their clothes will make good trading material
For whatever reason, my fellow dwarves have taken to calling the resident gremlin that lurks the mountains Olon Alekmebzuth, though for what reason I do not know, I would have thought they would all be more concerned with how hungry everyone is, curse my predecessor for not having any tradable goods or farms running. On further inspection, I notice many dead mountain goats, perhaps my comrades have named him for his goat killing prowess?
Food is no longer a problem, though some dwarves may die before enough is made to meet demands, plump helmet harvests have started and we are now cooking the abundance of seeds we have for food.
Our fisherdwarf has constructed an exquisite piece that I’m sure will raise the value of our fortress, even if it is a toy forge that he refuses to let us sell. Apparently he gained a great deal of knowledge about woodcrafting while making it; he is now our most adept woodcrafter.
Oh good god what has happened to our milker? He wanders away in search of vermin for food and finds a troglodyte, one that seems it wants to play with him. This play led him to having both his arms mangled, his throat mangled, upper and lower body mangled and his spine broken, and he is still alive. I have never seen a dwarf with a greater will to live. Unfortunately he finally bled to death of his wounds just as I arrived, and in revenge I and one of my subordinates personally annihilated the troglodyte population in the area, that’ll teach the bastards
Winter is over and spring has come at last, im tired of all these hardships and misfortunes and am steeping down so that I may recover my sense, I leave the fortress in the hands of the one willing to govern this place as I wander the halls dispensing justice. Strike the Earth!