Dyebraves: Year 4My petition for creative and organizational control of the hole in the ground known as Dyebraves has finally returned from the Mountainhome. Status: accepted unconditionally. I have been tasked with getting this filthy little sandcastle suitable for the royalty that is overflowing from our glorious capital. My primary goal is acceptable healthcare for all. This has further been broken down into two steps: 1) A fully stocked hospital and 2) Competent doctors.
I have also decided to ensure as little of this fort as possible is stuck in the dirt and sand. We are not kobolds (although the abundant use of traps at the fortress entrance makes me question this daily), who rut around in the dirt, playing with toys and eating dung to pass the time. We are dwarves, and the rocks call to us.
So we shall begin.
1st Slate, 1054 - The moving of trade goods to the upper levels and the restructuring of the farm system
to actually make sense has begun. Unfortunately, with a decentralized gathering area, the peasant housing district will always be a mess.
Plans for the new hospital have been completed. It will be glorious, yet modest. All other building projects have been canceled until it is complete.
10th Slate, 1054 - I decided to upgrade the barracks. I need to let my doctors practice, so my secondary priority has changed in part to get as many dwarves injured as possible... through honorable combat. Current plans will allow for a 50 dwarf-strong military. I've sent a request to the Moutainhome for more bodies.
11th Slate, 1054 - If Doctor House hits on me one more time, I'll let him diagnose my foot up his ass.
1st Slate, 1054 - The hospital, which I have decided to name after the greatest dwarven doctor of the last century, has been carved out. Furniture and supplies will be moved in over the following weeks. The patient rooms are currently made of loam. I am considering constructing stone floors and walls, but my past experiences of morons hobbling full tilt down hallways on crutches has led me to believe that the softer surface may in fact be a boon.
6th Slate, 1054 - Arucard Egulber was found dead outside of the newly constructed lobby/waiting room of Verdian's Hope. Dwarves at the scene reported Snap Bakusttirist found idly eating a bag full of berries while starring at the corpse. Initial observations show no marks on the body. I am looking forward to using the new operating room to get to the bottom of this.
I had to firmly remind Dr. House who the chief medical dwarf of Dyebraves is. While he was fishing his cane out of the well, I had a few moments peace to perform an autopsy. Cause of death appears to be suffocation. No foreign substances were found in Arucard's stomach. The cause of death has officially been noted as follows: "Struck dumb by the majesty and grandeur of Verdian's Hope Hospital, the subject forgot to breathe."
note: It has been decided to keep a close eye on Mr. Bakusttirist.
19th Slate, 1054 - The bodies I requested have arrived. There are two interns among them, who I will begin training with the other doctors. I was planning on forcing the rest to enlist to help them practice, but one of them claims to be a capable armor crafter.
5th Felsite, 1054 - I had given Ni Morulabsam, the above mentioned armorer, an ultimatum: Prove you can do something worthwhile, or join the military. He went a little crazy eyed and locked himself in a workshop. He is refusing food and beer. I've always wondered how long a dwarf could go without eating...
9th Felsite, 1054 - Katherine Willows starved to death today. A cleaning dwarf noticed that the gem quarter had been walled in recently, and when it was torn down they found her corpse. No one is sure who gave the order to seal the area. An autopsy of her body, performed by yours truly, revealed no foul play (Dr. House's claims of lupine were routinely ignored). The interns learned a lot, though. I suggested preserving the body for future reference, but was over ruled. That's fine, I'm sure there will be others.
10th Felsite, 1054 - Ni emerged from his workshop today. He handed me this:
I think he more than proved himself. I accepted the gift graciously, as I was told that the armor is not suitable for
actual combat. I lectured him and Doctor House on the proper use of time, funds and materials for an hour to make up for the failing.
It is now Summer. One fourth of my time is spent. I think things are coming along nicely. Right now I am talking with some elves (bizarre creatures, their proportions are fascinating) and they seem to know an awful lot about internal anatomy...
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