(I forgot to record dates for these first few)
That's my dwarf there in the center, smoothing out the living area.
It's Spring, in the year 51, and I, Trigonous Cattenbab have been given command of this fort. Myself and the other Masons are still hard at work making this place liveable; while rough, uncut rock is quite pleasing and functional, over time the minor scrapes and bumps can cause annoyance and even injury. We've been smoothing out the living quarters for some time, and we are finishing up on the Noble's quarters. Those stupid dogs, demanding such silly and frivolous things. We spent quite some time engraving the entirety of the Mayor's chambers, time we could have spent on something productive.
Unib Ardesdegel has been acting strangely lately, claiming a craftsdworfs workshop and demanding we gather more gems and cloth for him.
Zon Ledsirab died of thirst today, his body a dry, shriveled, wrinkly thing. A few months ago he was muttering some very strange things, and claimed a workshop for himself, but upon the failure of whatever it was he was up to, went insane.
With the death of Zon Ledsirab, I ordered the miners to begin digging out a communal grave site. Death has not yet come to us, and we didn't think we'd need to consider such grave thoughts so soon. This also gave us a chance to aquire some of those gems Unib Ardesdegel desired.
A goblin ambush! Curse those green bastards! I ordered all dwarves to return to the fortress and get out of harms way, but some were too slow. We lost Dastot Necikingiz, a brave Axedwarf, as he was defending the stragglers, and with his heroic last stand all but a few made it back safely. Later scouting of the area revealed an Elven caravan from Thithu Elufi had been approaching the fort, but the goblins drove those tree-loving lunatics back. Good riddance, I say. Several of their donkeys had been struck down, and we reclaimed what undamaged cloth they carried.
Ast Akmamoddom was struck in the chest by a ballista today. The poor stupid bastard was smoothing out a stone wall while the ballista drills were happening, and the operator didn't see him. A military tribunal was held, but the operator (who will remain anonymous, for his sake) was found innocent of any wrongdoing. We also decided that as dumb as Ast was, he still deserved a proper burial. Ballista drills have been canceled until further notice.
Unib Ardesdegel has been spending day and night in his workshop, still muttering about cloth. We finally learned he wanted silk cloth! As we have no such silk, I decided the best course of action would be to lock him in the workshop, until he inevitably snaps. I would rather he not have free reign of the fortress in such a condition.
1st Felsite, 51
Our "esteemed" mayor, Lolor Shecedinod, died today. She began to throw a tantrum and destroyed half her room, then ran to the dining hall and began assaulting dwarves. Luckily, Rolod Sodelsulus, marksdwarf, was there and put a stop to her violent rampage before any real damage was done.
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