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[gumball135]

Momuz stood with his back against the hard rock wall, uncomfortable. He was looking down at the ground, fiddling with his belt. He'd do anything but look at Golko.

 ''Mr. Foodsmelter, it was an accident,'' he half whispered, like a small child caught throwing stones at fluffy wamblers, ''I swear it. It was a dodging lesson. I was being real careful. Swinging my axe real slowly. He just...seemed to rip apart. I didn't even feel the axe connect.''

 Golko stared down Momuz, eyes filled with rage. ''You were told to keep a low profile! You were meant to stay in the shadows, unnoticed by all, until the time was right! Did I ask you to go around chopping random dwarves in half? Did I!? The only dwarf I want you to cut into pieces is Gumbar. She is my only competition here, and your sole reason for being sent to this damned outpost!''

 Momuz seemed to be lost for words. He shuffled his feet. In reality, he couldn't actually care less about the whole incident, but it was better to put on a show in front of Golko; his job was at stake, after all. Golko sighed, resigned.

 ''No matter. This might delay matters a bit, but shouldn't majorly affect the plan in the long run. Just make sure you don't attract any more attention to yourself; from now on you are the depressed, lonely soul who is racked with guilt, unable to function as normal. They'll have forgotten about you again within a few months. Is that clear?'' Momuz nodded, ''Then get out of my sight!''

 Momuz slipped away. ''Probably off to the booze stockpile with the rest of the rabble to drown away his sorrows,'' Golko thought to himself. His eyes glazed over then, as he began to consider his next plan of action. New orders had been received from the Board of Directors. '' 'Dig down', they said,'' Golko muttered, '' 'Dig down for the glory of Foodsmelter & Son LLC!'. I'll dig down alright. I'll dig real far down, so far that I'll find gold and diamonds. I'll be rich! I'll be the new head of F.A.S! I'll show them all!'' At that, he came out of his reverie with a start, after finishing off with a near shout. He looked around suspiciously before heading off to the brewery. There was still work to be done, after all.

 After Golko had gone out of sight, Derek stepped out of his hiding place. A smouldering fire was in his eyes. Images of elves being burned alive, goblins skinned alive, humans eaten alive and dwarves buried alive. He smiled evilly to himself, and let out a low chuckle. He'd been practicing his sinister laugh; it was getting to sound quite good.

 The rest of the dwarves are all fools. All plotting for positions of power, quarrelling amongst themselves. While they're busy backstabbing each other, I, Derek will be busy backstabbing them. Backstabbing the backstabbers. Except I'll be backstabbing them with a big axe. Quite fatal. There's going to be a lot of backstabbing going on soon. Oh yes, they are about to get backstabbed real ba-hey, what am I doing here?, Derek thought to himself. ''Gosh, I must've daydreamed off while going for my walk! I'll have to head back to the workshop and get some more of those beds made. There're migrants still around without a place to sleep! Ha!''

 He hurried off, whistling a merry tune to himself, and the dark corridor was left empty once again...



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Sorry guys, haven't gotten any time in the last couple of days to play the game or write bits of the story. Just wrote this off the top of my head as a little diversion. Today was my last full day of exams, though; my final 5-6 are spread out over the next week or so. Nearly done now. Next time I play I'll add you in, Tuxman. And update the character roster.

[gumball135]

Gumbar's Journal, 23rd Malachite, 315, Mid-Summer

[Here, Gumbar includes a small painting of a bloodied dwarf. Bloody being the mildest possible term when describing their wounds. And I say ''their'' because they're so badly wounded you can't even tell what the dorf's gender is anymore. I mean, this is borderline cruelty. The dwarf was still alive when Gumbar painted this! Dwarves can be such arseholes sometimes...]

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Alas, poor Urist, I knew ye well. She went insane after we failed to supply her with ''rocks'' and ''rock blocks''. Which is actually pretty strange, considering that I had about 3 rock blocks carved out specifically for her, and we have about 5 tURInnes of rock lying about.
(''tURInne'' being the equivalent of the human ''Tonne'')
She suffered a painful death; it took 3-4 soldiers and 2 dogs beating, biting, kicking and whacking her with a mace approximately 4 days to kill her. And three and a half of those days were spent unconscious, exhausted and nauseous on the ground with horrific wounds. I will miss her eccentric lever pulling habits and love of elf killing machinery. After Urist was put in a coffin (our second one to be filled), one of the migrants renamed themselves ''Urist the Blue'' in honor of her trials. They, too, will be assigned mechanic duties.

 The most worrying thing about all of this is that it proves how inept our military is. I mean, if they can't even finish off a prone, dying dwarf, then how will they fair against fully armored goblins? We may have to consider forging them weapons. But to do that for an extended period of time, we need access to Armok's blood. And to get access to THAT...well, I don't know how we'll get access to that. I'll suggest using up some of our bituminous coal supplies. We do have that Blacksmith guy, after all.

 While trapped in the wood stockpile (the fighting place took place just at the entrance), Derek made a new scientific discovery. ''Hey Gumbar, I just realized something,'' he said to me. ''All objects fall at the same speed regardless of their weight. Well, that's if you don't factor wind resistance and other factors into the equation, but the point still stands.''
''...is that information useful for killing things, producing booze or...well...killing things?'' I replied.
''Well, no. Bu-''
''Then I don't care.''
''Bu-''
''Don't care. Sorry. Bye.''
Thing is, I thought I heard him say something disturbing under his breath as I left. I probably misheard, but it sounded something like, ''I WILL IMPALE YOU ON SPIKES MADE FROM NOBLE BONES.''. I'm just being paranoid, as per usual.

27th Malachite, 315, Mid-Summer

Golko announced that we'll be beginning a new digging operation soon. Jack Brunch seemed pretty happy about it, but I'm not too sure. The majority of the other nameless dwarves agree with him, too. In fact, I'm the only one who has voiced a single complaint about the thing as of yet. Golko didn't seem to be listening to me. In fact, NOBODY listened to me. Their minds are all pre-occupied with thoughts of the diamonds, gold and mystical unicorns (that aren't actually hostile. Yeah right!) that Jack keeps going on about. We're screwed, that's all I'm saying.

 As for the general state of the fortress, things are pretty okay at the moment. I've seen more attractive fortresses by far, but it serves its purpose. I'm going to consult Diablous and Urist the Blue on expanding fortress defenses. Never got 'round to making those marksdwarf outposts. Might make a trench in front of the drawbridge to protect it from some of the more destructive creatures; things are too quiet at the moment. The quiet before a STORM. Might set some cage and weapon traps around the entrance, too. Diablous will like that.

 Miquel seems to feel pretty cut up about the death of the recruit. I gave him a pat on the back and told him that it wasn't his fault, and he seemed to cheer up a bit. I'm still trying to find the guy who actually carried out the killing to give him a few kind words, too, but he always seems to slip away before I can get near him. Probably thinks I'm trying to press him for details on the killing. Or something.

 Also, rejoice! Kuntatlosh gave birth to a girl. I suggested that she name the kid ''Sobriety'', and she shot me a foul look. She's still as obsessed as ever over that stupid Staff thing. To ease her temper, I promised that I'll inform her of any staffs I find around the fortress from now on. Which is actually near pointless, because I don't even know what a staff looks like.

 And, my last bit of news for the day; a migrant came up to me by the name of ''Goldload Mistpicks'' yesterday. Seems like a nice enough guy. Went on about some sort of surgery that he specialises in. Can't say I listened to him. I drifted off after he said ''Amputation''. He seemed to be getting pretty excited about the whole thing, too.

[gumball135]

Am I the only one who can't see the picture above? Anyways, it's just a picture of Urist the Red's profile. A full page and a half of red wounds. I'm pretty sure that wrestling has been nerfed just a BIT too much. I mean, 3 wrestlers kicking and hitting a defenseless dorf on the ground could kill their target pretty quickly no matter how little training they have.

And yeah, I'll try and post more pictures from now on. I'll take a load of them at the end of this year. Might even include character profiles, if I'm in a patient mood.

[Diablous]

I can't see the picture either.

Journal of Diablous.

Oh Armok. Urist is dead. Her mood failed, and she went completely insane. 4 soldiers and 2 war dogs kicked, bit and smashed her with a mace for 4 days! Such a painful death. She didn't deserve that. When I found out, I got completely wasted. I don't care how crappy Golko's swill is, I just needed to get drunk. Afterwards I worked hard on a mechanism to put in her coffin. I think it is my highest quality work yet. I placed it on her mutilated corpse in her coffin. It's the least I could do. A migrant renamed him/herself "Urist the Blue" in her memory. S/he is also working with me now. I gotta find out this dwarf's gender. Why are fake beards so popular among the female dwarves here?

Speaking of taking 4 days to kill Urist, Golko is worried about our military. She says that it took too long to kill Urist and she is worried that they won't be able to take on armored goblins. She wants to make weapons, but thinks that we will need magma to do it for a long period of time. She thinks we can use our coal until we find magma. If we find magma. She doesn't know where we might find some. I heard tales of it being way below the surface, but we might encounter some nasty stuff if we dig that deep.
 
Speaking of digging deep, Golko starting up a digging project. Jack was insanely happy, he nearly stripped and jumped into the booze! Everyone is going on about gold and diamonds. I don't really care. I think we might be able to deal with what lies in wait. At the very least, we can seal off their way in.
 
Gumbar has been consulting me and Urist the Blue about expanding the fort's defenses. She also wants to set up some cage and weapon traps outside, to stop invader's. That is a very good idea, because traps are a bit more reliable that military dwarves in my opinion. Traps don't leave to eat, drink, or sleep. Just gotta reset the traps, and replace the cages. Hell, weapon traps reset themselves after a while! Unless a corpse jams it. But anyone can clean it out. And weapon traps can use weapon's that dwarves can't! Menacing spikes that penetrate deep with a small contact area; large serrated disks that tend to sever limbs and strike three times; spiked balls that stab you three times, although not that deep; enormous corkscrews that act like menacing spikes; giant axe blades that are like disks, but only attack once, but with it's huge size does more damage then one disk attack; not to mention it can use traditional dwarven weapons, elven, human, and goblin weapons, and can hold up to 10 weapons! I could go on and on. I think I got a little rambly back there. Sorry, but I love this stuff.
 
Also, Kuntalosh gave birth to a girl. I'm worried that goblins will come soon to steal the children away. And we have a surgeon named Goldload Mistpicks. He is in love with the procedure he is trying to perfect that will turn humans and elves into dwarves! That is kinda creepy. He also asked if I wanted my arm amputated. I said no, and ran from the wierdo.
 
Oh, and some nights ago, I heard an angry female voice yelling. It sounded almost like Golko, but I'm not sure. Never heard her yell.

[Mangled]

This looks like it could be Fun, I'll lay claim to a Dwarf if you'd be so kind. (Slight wall of text, I get carried away when I write.)
Name: Keb McEngi.
Profession: Mechanicook.
Back-story & goals: His Father was a legendary Mechanic and his mother was a legendary Cook.
Therefore his parents came to the conclusion that any children they had would be a Mechanicook.
Needless to say, both of them died the way most stupid Dwarves do. Father failed to notice he was on fire and Mother decided she needed a new sock at the worst possible time.
Of course, even with an upbringing as retarded as that Keb is an average Dwarf Mechanic and an alright cook. He came to Mirrorscalded because like most Mechanics do eventually he miscalculated the effects of one of his gadgets (Cave in trap.) and as a result killed 4 Dwarves, a War Eagle, 6 Bears, 12 Goblins and a Baron. Being very modest, Keb couldn't handle being treated as a hero for ending the Barons reign of annoyance (Anyone who kills a guy that has folk sledgehammered for not making glass watsits on a GLACIER is a hero in my book.)
I know this fort has a few of Mechanics already but at the moment Keb is laying low until his fame dies down. (He's really modest.)

[gumball135]

This looks like it could be Fun, I'll lay claim to a Dwarf if you'd be so kind. (Slight wall of text, I get carried away when I write.)
Name: Keb McEngi.
Profession: Mechanicook.
Back-story & goals: His Father was a legendary Mechanic and his mother was a legendary Cook.
Therefore his parents came to the conclusion that any children they had would be a Mechanicook.
Needless to say, both of them died the way most stupid Dwarves do. Father failed to notice he was on fire and Mother decided she needed a new sock at the worst possible time.
Of course, even with an upbringing as retarded as that Keb is an average Dwarf Mechanic and an alright cook. He came to Mirrorscalded because like most Mechanics do eventually he miscalculated the effects of one of his gadgets (Cave in trap.) and as a result killed 4 Dwarves, a War Eagle, 6 Bears, 12 Goblins and a Baron. Being very modest, Keb couldn't handle being treated as a hero for ending the Barons reign of annoyance (Anyone who kills a guy that has folk sledgehammered for not making glass watsits on a GLACIER is a hero in my book.)
I know this fort has a few of Mechanics already but at the moment Keb is laying low until his fame dies down. (He's really modest.)

Sounds good! I'll add him in ASAP.

[Mangled]

Awesome.

[gumball135]

Gumbar's Journal, 18th Limestone, 315, Early Autumn

Mr. B was taken by a fey mood today. I'm worried, needless to say. Hopefully he'll demand more sensible materials than just the generic ''rock'' and ''rock blocks'' like Urist.

 The mechanic team were joined by another dorf; Keb McEngi.
''The name's Keb McEngi,'' he says to me. ''You might have heard of me before.''
''Can't said I have,'' I replied.
''You sure? I mean...well... I'm the guy who killed around 30 creatures with his magma trap back in the Mountainhome,'' he said, puffing out his chest, ''Came out here to lay low for a while. For the first few days, the fangirls constantly chasing after you is fun...but now I just want a bit of peace and quiet for a bit, y'know?''
''Very impressive.''
''Are you being sarcastic?''
''Yes.'' His chest deflated completely. God, I have to stop being such an arsehole to the new migrants.

 Keb happens to be a cook, too. Calls himself a ''Mechanicook''. Which is good, seeing as Golko can't handle our culinary needs by himself. And it'll be handy to have another set of hands when we're creating some of our more....complex...constructions. I've drafted up plans for a few of 'em. We can put said plans to use after some more pressing matters are attended to.

 The dining room has been redesigned to give it a more natural look. A lot nicer than the blocky design used before. The tables and chairs have been split up into little clusters, and the edges of the room have been rounded. Statues were also put in place. Might consider making a water feature for the place in the future. Maybe a little stream or something. A new entrance is also being constructed to protect the bridge from bigger beasties (as I said before, the moat design didn't work, cut right through the fort). Marksdwarf emplacements are also being added (as I've been saying for the last three journal entries). Finally on the engineering front, Golko has been planning the construction of a ''Mining Outpost'' across the river. It'll have its own garrison, farm, etc. Anyone who wants to can join this little adventure, although the outpost itself will be above ground. Good luck to 'em in the afterlife.

 Haven't seen any elephants in a while, suspiciously enough. There's a little group of chimpanzees outside at the moment. I know they're all plotting something.

 Anyways, that's all the news at the moment. Hopefully Mr. B will get what he needs.

-Gumbar out.

[gumball135]

If you want to join the little expedition across the river, just say so. It may or may not be dangerous, depending on how far down I go. Also, my avatar seems to have disappeared along with that picture of Urist's wounds. Imageshack is being stupid or something. Hopefully it won't stop me uploading more pictures. Might have to make an account on another image-hosting thingymajig.

[Lafiel]

Is there place for another one? 

I'd take the useless doctor.
Name: Ripps Anters
Job: Butcher/Doctor
Having been pulled from his old job in a butchery and designed the healthcare man of one groups of migrants travelling to an unknown obscure new settlement by royal decree, Ripps is trying to improve in his new tasks in the modest fortress, learning as he goes (and cuts and sews). Blood does not scare him, but his old profession makes him a bit trigger-happy with the surgery knife.

[Diablous]

Hmm. Your avatar shows up for me, but not the wounds of Urist.
 
 
Journal of Diablous.

We have another mood! Gumbar told me about it. He just said it was Mr. B, so I guess it was Jack. I hope he gets what he needs. Don't want another dwarf to go insane, after what happened to Urist.

Also, my mechanic team has a new member. His name is Keb McEngi. Apparently, he accidently killed a baron back at the mountainhomes with a cave-in trap, and now he is a big hero. He seemed sad when I told him that I've never heard of him. Also, he can cook! I was very pleased when I heard that. Finally, we will have food besides what Golko cooks up! Hurray! He calls himself a "Mechanicook", due to his dual cook/mechanic nature. So we have someone who will cook decent food, and we have another pair of hands for our work.

Also, the dining room has been redesigned. It's more natural now. Not so blocky now. Tables and chairs split into clusters, and the edges rounded out. Statues have also been put in. It is very nice.
 
Also, Golko has been planning a mining outpost on the other side of the river. It will come with it's own garrison, farm, etc. I think I will stay here in the main fortress. I'm worried about what they may unearth over there. Gold and diamonds don't help much if you are dead, my father always said. Well, he did until he went on a mining expedition to get rich and was killed by a forgotten beast. A towering skinless lemur with a pair of squat antennae with a poisonous sting, and it belched and croaked. Needless to say, I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps.
 
Well, that's all the news. I hope those going on the expedition don't die.


PS: Talked with Gumbar. Turns out it's that blacksmith from earlier, not Jack.

[Burnt Pies]

Is it me? and if so, what am I demanding?

[Dermonster]

Journal of Derek:
Everything's going great today! Our dining room was redesigned. It looks like it could fit in the middle of a jungle! A jungle made out of rock! It's so awesome!

We also got a new mechanic buddy. Keb McEngi. I wonder if HE will listen to my theory on faster than sound travel? I'm not giving up on Diablous though.

In other news a mining team is being sent out to the other side of the river. I wonder if they'll find any good metal. Oh, also, we got a fey mooSO THE SIGNAL HAS COME, SOONER THAN I EXPECTED. VERY WELL THEN. MY CONTACT SHOULD BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE ROCK LAYER 6, UNDERNEATH THE MIDDLE OF THE RIVER. DIG OUT A ROOM AND HE WILL APPEAR. THESE FOOLS ARE NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THE COMING YEARS. THEY SHALL PERISH IN A FRENZY OF BLOOD, BONE, FIRE, AND STEEL. THE MASTERS OF THE DEEP CALL ME. I MUST GO.

[gumball135]

''Is it me? and if so, what am I demanding?''

No, I forgot to mention that I nicknamed the blacksmith ''Mr. B'' in game.
(Because in-game it's spelled ''Blacksmith'' with a capital B, and I'm pretty sure the majority of the other professions begin with a lower case letter.)
If anyone wants to claim him, feel free; it was just a temporary name so that he'd stand out.

[gumball135]

Gumbar's Journal, 25th Timber, 315, Late Autumn

Mr. B(lacksmith) has begun a mysterious construction. How mysterious. He started after I bought some steel bars from some dwarven merchants a few days ago. By B's logic, steel=rock. What a moron. I mean, if you ask for rock bars, you can't expect to get metal ones.

 Aside from the steel bars, I bought a load of booze from the merchants. Due to the stupidly massive number of plants and seeds that we stole from the elves, we don't have enough barrels to make any more booze ourselves; the second Derek churns out a barrel, a dwarf sprints into his workshop, snaps it away and fills it full of either seeds or obscure animal parts. Bastards.

 Another dorf made themselves known today. Ripps Anters. She's been functioning as the fortress butcher the last few weeks, too. We're keeping her busy; let's just say that there won't ever be any catsplosions in THIS fortress.

 And oh! Mr. B just completed his artefact; Ilashozon, Leaguedpresses. It's a steel cabinet...encircled with bands of steel. And decorated with donkey bone. Not very inspiring, but hey, apparently it's worth 73'200 dwarf bucks. And he's now legendary at metal-smithing. I won't complain. It's going straight into the dining room, where everyone can admire its steeliness. Of course, I've heard better names for barrels. Why, back in the mountain-home someone named their black bronze barrel ''The Awe-Inspiring Inferno''. Epic, no?

 I'll keep up to date on the construction of the mining outpost; so far we've been busy constructing and re-constructing the entrance to the fort.

((Yeah, that really happened to me in another fort. Would've made an awesome name for a weapon. Also, check my signature. I'm constantly getting spammed by that message. I HATE THAT BABY! The second it becomes a child, I'm impaling it. Fo' real.))