Day 37...
The Days wear on, The certainty that some creature comforts need to begin grows in the back of their minds. The personal bedrooms are a nice touch, but maybe a dining hall, fancier food, or at least some smoothed stone. But all of those will come in time, for now noone seems to be afflicted with space madness. No dwarf is ever truly satisfied, there is always MORE, but for now progress is steady, and safety is a more pressing concern.
Cheddarius Recuperates, getting up only to feed himself. He is seen laying in his room patting his belly with crumbs on his bed (-fish -the good beer ++mood). Later in the evening he begins working in the farm fields, attempting to plant some whip vine along the swampbanks. He manages to plant 5 days worth of whip vine * During the night, we works by candlelight and produces 4 blocks in a fit of dedicated work. He hears the faint echo of a strange rapping tremor traveling down the halls, quite mysterious. (-4 rock +4 block)
Cog walks between the wounded dwarves, asking if everything is ok, Cog cancels task: unable to find bandages. He tries to go down to the hospital, but it seems to be walled off, all the stuff was stored there! Instead he does the best he can, cleans the wounds with alcohol and evaluates the progress of the injuries by poking them with a stick. Cheddar and Hrodegr are recovering, but Ochita and urist drift in and out of deleriousness and conciousness, Ochita has a wound starting to infect. Urist is pale but not getting worse. There is not much Cog can do about how long it will take for their bodies to heal, not at Cogs skill level anyways, unless he really wants to attempt surgery.
Garul goes to his workshop, stepping over a dead werewolf corpse,and makes 3 mechanisms. Then he cuts heavily into his sleepytime, enjoying a slow ponderous meal, He picks the plumpest plump helmets, tucks in a makeshift bib, cutting his plump helmet into thin delicate slices and enjoying each morsel, and washing it down with sips from his murky water filled cup. He cleans up the remains of his double copper gate. He seems to recall an era of dwarven history where only copper had been mastered, it was limited to small short stabbing weaponry and crude bashing axes, certainly not lare metal protective gates, at least not without a copper alloy. Maybe the fortress will strike zinc, or was it nickel that is needed for bronze? He ponders it in his mind while patrolling that night.
Nirur plasters and cements a rock door together during his first shift, focusing on sturdyness. He takes his time on a single door, and it is built sturdier than a brick outhouse. The rocks fit together well, with hardly any vulnerable cement seams visible between them. It should hold up to anything short of a determined bronze pick onslaught. He then works on his tower, working in a haze, he miraculously finishes that floor of the tower, and the cieling too! and theres even a Magenta Opal in his pocket, where did he find that? (dammit man theres only a 4.6296% chance of critting stop it.) (-x blocks -1 rock +1 Sturdy Rock Door +tower level done)
Adwarf checks the stocks, and while they have plenty of stone, wood is in short supply, so he goes out and gathers wood. As he is collecting wood from off the ground dangerously far from the fortress, He hears a thundrous crash. Investigating with crossbow drawn, he finds a recently fallen tree, marked by savage clawmarks. Its roots came right out of the soft earth apparently, and he grips it with both hands and slowly but shurely drags it back to the fortress as only a dwarf can. In the evening, he goes about searching the stockroom for silver, Turns out there is a health pile of silver ore available, He decides to take it over to the forge and manages to cast some into bars without burning himself. Pleased, he puts the 8 bars away and he is now one step closer to having a silver weapon.( +32 wood, -8 silver ore +8 Silver bars)
Moods(will finish later)
Adwarf
Cheddarius
Cog
Cog
Garul
Hrodegr
Nanothnir
Nirur
Ochita
Revist
Urist