It seems this fort attracts bloody, idiot cannon fodder, because on only 17 hematite, another one of those Kobold theives shows up, well Hugo sure showed him, beat the thing to a right bloody pulp.
Then another came in spooked, the damned cat and took off, seems we need some crossbowmen, let the little buggers have a parting gift.
The merchants... they... got into veiw of our fortress and just FROZE!!!! This may either mean that we are cursed or that they spotted THIS:
We are calling it the deep fryer, but I like to think of it as the pit.
ANDDD our liason is a fishery worker........ the gods must hate us
You guys think we should continue, this world seems pretty messed up.....
THEN the cat's blood painted the floors, I hate those theives..... as the little bugger was running from us, he spooked the merchants, and now they have left, all is not going well.
and another one bites the dust, and another one does, and another one does, and another one bites the DUST!!
Atleast Sulvor seems happy about everything!
Finnally, when I thought things couldn't get worse, this happens............
There's only seven of em, but we need em so!
Brewer, Thresher, Ranger, Fish cleaner, craftsdwarf, gemsetter and a peasent.
We decided to dispose of the cats body in the only aproperaite way we knew how..... WITH MAGMA!!!!!