15th Granite 211An elven diplomat arrived. He appeared rather pissed, probably had something to do with the hundreds of felled trees rotting outside in the sunlight. Being a fairly skilled marksdwarf I'd love to shoot the pointy-eared bitch in the foot to give her something to piss and moan about but that wouldnt be good politics. The diplomat followed me around for the rest of the day, greeting me and saying naught else.
16th Granite 211Now I understand why the elf is so tight lipped. He doesnt want to say something for fear we'll kill her with nothing but dwarven witnesses. News of an elven caravan arriving seems to take the edge off her, not like I care. The elf taps me on the shoulder, causing me to whirl and swing with a gloved fist, catching the woman in the midsection and causing her to double over in pain. I apologized and insisted it was an accident brought on by habit. Rising from the floor with the grace not to cry and muttering something about dwarven manners, the elf asks me to escort her to see the count. I left her in the counts new quarters, which were being smoothed and prepared to be engraved, hopefully with images of trees being felled.
The count stopped me from leaving and isisted I stay for the duration of the meeting, probably as a punishment for striking the diplomat. After many insults from the elf and much haggling from the count, they agree on a 100 tree limit for the coming year and the count sends me off to talk with the clerk running the trade depot. He had already gone ahead and bought all the drink the elves had brought with them, earning him my approval. I also have him buy a pair of giant leopards. I plan on having these giant, beautiful, hunting cats to be trained as a pair of war Leopards to join those scorpions at the front gate.
On a fit of fancy I bought all the wooden weapons for use in traps, the front entrance will soon be much more deadly.
16th Granite 211Elves are still here. They wont stop scowling at us dwarves as we bustle around them. Astesh Rulsazir, a dwarf giant of a dwarf known for his beer, his skills in mining and his green thumb, spotted a kobold and ran it down, breaking both its legs(several times might I add) in a matter of moments, causing the unlucky creature to pass out. While it was unconcious, Astesh proceeded to turn bend the kobold into a pretzel amid a chorus of cracking sounds. The creature awoke a minute or so into its newfound flexibility and began screaming something awful before passing out as Astesh broke its spine over his knee. I guess he really hates those things.
The arms(unshown) match the upper legs.6th Slate 211Found a pair of woodworkers playing dice while everyone else was hauling. Drafted both into the military to be axedwarves.
The count moved into his new quarters and was pleased, exstatic would be a better word for it really. All the nobles are getting new, and better, quarters befitting their status. Also drafting dwarves into the fortress guard and royal guard. Soon we'll be able to really call this a fortress.
20th Slate 211Its about time those blasted elves finally left. We asked them to leave by crossbow point. The diplomat wasnt happy but we didnt much care. We'd put up with enough of their crap.
5th FelsiteA philosopher and some migrants arrived at the fortress today. Upon meeting this philosoper, a dwarf by the name Kulet Nebeloltar, I have decided that philosopher's new definition is, he who refuses to work. The migrants however seemed more than willing and I drafted them all into the guards.
1st HematiteThe rest of Felsite was uneventful save for the full completion of both shooting galeries and all nobles quarters. Training the army is going well and the jail is almost finished. In just one season the fortresses defensive might has been more than tripled.
((I will be going larping starting today and will not be back until sunday evening. With the work shifts Ive been pulling I'l be honest. I was not expecting it to take this long for one season
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