Done. Any preferences about your dwarf? Well, you'll have first pick of any migrants or babies.
Spring, 201.
I'm proud to say that I've earned a respectable nickname. Due to my adept designs for our little home away from mountainhome, the others have dubbed me "The Architect". Of course we have someone who designs the smaller things, but on the grander, non-technical scale, it's all me. If I had to design anything like a safe bridge I might be dubbed something along the lines of "The Murderess". So I leave that to Glarthir, "the chicken launcher". Don't ask me how he got that name; probably something to do with his less-respectable designs in the past. I heard he might have even originated the Kittypult designs!
Aside from our infamous building designer and graffiti artist, there are 5 other dwarfs serving under me here. We have two miners who also know how to work a forge, named Kogan Lirukolin and Sava. I'm told Kogan's last name means "Violencetongs", and that's so appropriate and conveniently easy to remember that I've logged him under that name. Also on my roll is someone named 'Vicas', who seems to be an accomplished brewer. Well, my hat goes off to anyone who can work a still! Working alongside Vicas is Unib, the cook. She slipped me a note explaining that she must be known as 'Unib', and made certain to pull me aside and make sure I had understood her note. Well, I've listed her on the roll, as clearly and legibly as possible, under the name 'UNIB'.
The last dwarf has been quite a troublemaker. Shortly after arrival we had a problem with a pack of snow wolves. It seems our dogs were insistent on going out one at a time and challenging the entire pack. Well, I had nothing to chain them with so we lost a few before the problem could be solved. Luckily, we still have a mating pair. But on with the story: I mustered everyone and we went out, armed with whatever we could grab (Vicas had a bismuth bronze ingot and Unib seemed to be wielding a plow). Well this last unnamed dwarf decided he didn't want to go out and fight the wolves. What a pain! In the end, we cornered a few of them, and Unib willingly butchered them once the carnage was over. The coward's name was Darish, and she was given a good talking-to.
It seems Darish didn't take kindly to being called a coward. No one does, after all. So the next time a crisis came along in the form of a couple of blizzard men at our door, she took the frontline with me and we took it down together. She ran screaming back to bed in the barracks with a scratched arm, bleeding all over the place, but that was after she shattered its head and the shards flew everywhere. I'll have to remember to make some armor out of the next pack of ice wolves. Anyway, the bleeding stopped before she was even inside, and we moved on to take out the other blizzard man...
The thing must have stood nine feet tall. I told everyone to hold their position until we could gather our numbers, but Glarthir would have none of that! He had taken to calling himself a Wrestler after he killed a couple of fire imps, and they say enough ale will make anyone feel 10 feet tall. I pointed out that the blizzard man still had a weight advantage on him, but he was insistent. So, afraid he would die alone, I ordered everyone in. And Glarthir managed to take a shot to the kidney and break his arm. Well, so much for calling himself a Wrestler just because he managed to beat a couple of fire imps to death. Sure, he has a lot of guts, but it's crazy to charge a blizzard man alone. Sava stepped up and dispatched it while it was preoccupied, ending the drama.
At least there will be no more lonely obscene doodles on the walls for a while. It seems Glarthir is convinced he will die alone, too.
Summer 201
Since late spring we have been looking for a way to start our farming. I had drawn out the plans for carving out some ice and dropping it down onto the bedrock, since the magma vent is a bit too far below the surface to use for producing drinking water. The search for iron in the appropriate Ryolite layers had not yet produced fruit. Then, on the 10th of Hematite, we struck hematite! Now I am putting it to good use creating pump parts. Let it be noted that the magma vent tends to belch up very small, but very dangerous amounts of lava about twice a season, so any holes made through the obsidian cap should be covered immediately! Anyway, as soon as I have forged this pump section we will get the farm going. It looks like I will be designing bridges and pumps after all until Glarthir gets back on his feet.
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