This fort is eclectic in its moods. Today was a joyous day, a sad day and horrible day, all at once. It began with the wood burner Zulgar Strappedguilds and the brewer Tun Wipeoars getting married. I, as expedition leader, signed the documents confirming it myself.
The second piece of news that came today was the taking of two lives due to a mistake of mine. A cave in. Being uncareful in my planning I gave orders that should not have been given and two dwarves paid the price. A most terrible mistake, one that I shall try best to never repeat, not whilst I remain in charge.
The worst news of all comes from Solon. His head wound has healed as well as it ever will and he has left his bed. His brain is permanently damaged, making him perhaps more explosive and unpredictable than ever. The fool will not see the error of his ways, just after exiting his bed he designed some new kind of military strategy with Ònul. The result?
To bolster the ranks after this loss, he recruited Olin Speakerdoors into the army. This naive dwarf is goodhearted, but he craves acknowledgement from Solon, despite the latter's poor treatment of him.
Solon will lose hold of the military soon enough, not only has a marksdwarf died since his awakening, but 3 items of clothing have been since stolen by kobold thieves.
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I have awakened. Truly awakened. There is no doubt that my wounds have fully and utterly healed, my judgement has completely returned to me. What should I do, now that my freedom has been returned to me atlast?
Butcher. And I'm not just speaking metaphorically, either.
I sought out Ònul, I must assure myself of his loyalty. We briefly spoke and I told him I would be making bone and leather armour for the military. He thought that was a fine idea, then the gores once again stormed the walls of the fort.
A catastrophic attack, one dwarf died, another hospitalised, Ònul himself broke several bones and I was forced to recruit Olin, him being the only one who volunteered and Rith preventing me from drafting the unwilling. The resulting shortage of personnel allowed kobold thieves to sneak off with three of our belongings.
Unhappy, I decided to review the facilities that Rith had been constructing in the second level. I am appalled.
How can any dwarf navigate in this mess? Does she not care for the safety of our dwarves? Why are there beds on the edges of cliffs? There is no rhyme or reason to this construction. And she accuses me of being mad.
I spied Astesh amongst the crowds and tried to approach her, but she avoided me with great skill.
Feeling alone and isolated, crushed, I searched for a bedroom, office and dining room available to me. It would be a while before I found anything in here
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This post was mainly just to catch up on everything that happened in the last update that I didn't have time to write down (I didn't actually play). As you can see, dwarves are at the trade depot, so its autumn now (I don't think humans or elves have access to this place, since they never appeared).
The chasm is making for interesting and incredibly fun building, the cave in was caused by a sloppy dig designation. All parts that look like they are smoothed are constructions. Also, the large room to the middle right is going to be a statue garden.
Actually lordnincompoop, I did not see that, and I wonder if it will work the way I think you meant it (enslavement). Anyway, it will make for interesting times.
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