13th Moonstone, 205, Early Winter.
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Udib Uristnakuth withdrew from society and grabbed up several rolls of giant cave spider silk... that is, after I forbid the regular stuff. I'm pretty excited to see what he makes, actually... so far, it looks like it might fetch a pretty penny. I continue to forbid cheap items as he grabs them, but he refuses to use any gem but milk quartz. Really? Go ahead and pick the most worthless rock in the entire fortress, then. You don't even
like milk quartz, so why does it
have to be milk quartz?? We got some yellow diamonds from the dwarven caravan last season, why don't you use those??
The new magma tunnel has been dug out. This tunnel should allow the magma to be pumped farther down the shaft so that it's less likely to wind up back inside of the pump. Maybe this will finally get those reservoirs filled?
One of the latest migrants, an Elite Wrestler by the name Lorbam Absamthīkut, pretty much walked into the barracks, kicked a little dwarven arse, and immediately became a Champion. How do you like that? I prefer our warriors to be armed, but perhaps there's some merit to letting one Wrestler of great repute into the ranks.
Thirty-four goblins showed up to siege us again. It was divided almost half-and-half between wrestlers and pikemen, but there's a Goblin Hammer Lord and an Elite Marksgob. No humans this time, but this is still pretty ugly.
((DFMA)) ((Movie)) Kovest, guide our steel...Besides a boatmurdered load of war dogs-- I mean, a boatload of murdered war dogs, we only lost one other dwarf. Wouldn't you know it... it was Ast. My lover, of whom I've written very little about. We often chatted about how we would one day die together on the field of battle. If only Asob hadn't talked me out of combat, that might have happened today... The day he told me he would rather take up a spear than sow another seed, I praised him. Well... so long, Ast. Looks like you'll be meeting Kovest sooner than I. Save a seat for me at his ¤«¤Black Bronze table.¤»¤
I was doing pretty well with getting over Ast's death, until Udib showed up, coddling his new artifact in his hands.
"Hello, darling Zon! I'm sorry for your loss, but you see, the fates... they told me of this event, and I immediately set to making this for you..."
"What. The. Hell."
"Ah, I see you are speechless! Surely, one such as yourself cannot pass on a gesture of such beauty, such eloquence! You cannot resist my charm, yes?"
"A
thong, Udib. What dwarf has ever worn a
thong. This is an elven undergarment."
"A one-of-a-kind garment, for a one-of-a-kind girl! Don't you want to kiss me?"
"You chauvinistic, twisted, sick son of a female war dog. My lover
just died not even fifteen minutes ago, and you're already making a move on me. And you do it by trying to give me
lingerie?!"
"Ah, no, see, you misunderstand, my dear! An item of such fine quality is a specimen of fine taste."
"
Fine taste."
"Er, yes."
"You put an image of King Minkot's face in turtle bone
on the inside."
"That... that I can explain. See--"
"
Why is his nose so long?!"
"That thong is worth 111,800 dwarfbucks."
"I-- ...really? Well, that changes things... sort of."
"So, then... can I get you a drink?"
"Tch... please. If you hadn't become a Legendary Weaver out of this, I'd have you pull the lever."
"...Oh, the obsidian lever? It's a very nice lever, yes, yes. Say, you know what that lever reminds me of? My-- hey!"
I snatch the thong from his disgusting little hands and slap a big ol' "FORBIDDEN" tag on it. "I know some humans who would probably love this. Thanks."
Nelare has been posted near the bridge successfully. She doesn't seem to mind us at all. Kikrost the Dungeon Master has been throwing a fit all week about how bringing the dragon inside is far, far too much excitement in her life. Nonetheless, she's done a great job of taming her. This isn't where she'll stay, though... when we get around to digging out the adamantine, she'll find a more permanent home down there.
Speaking of permanent homes down there...
Looks like somebody made it to my grave before I did... and even before it was finished. At ease, Ast.