Journal of Sareesa, 10th Timber,
Our fortifications are coming along, after I spotted a Giant Leopard across the river which, thankfully, he couldn't cross. With the influx of immigrant masons the fortifications are coming along well. One of the two planned Guard towers looking over the river has been completed and is merely awaiting a roof.
It was going well until a group of Snailmen wandered around scaring off our masons. Ron, a right fine dwarf in a fight, and I ran off to fight these Snailmen. Ron didn't have enough time to grab his sword, but I had the Bismuth Bronze Sword I brought with me from the Mountainhomes so we weren't completely unarmed.
Ron, for all his lack of weaponry proved his worth today however. He punched one of the Snailmen so hard his head was struck open and he died instantly. I downed the other two with my sword, decapitating both. Snailmen, they might not be the most dangerous things in the world, but if we're going to make our homes here, it is only proof we need to worry about our defenses first and the crazy rambling of a crazy priest second.
-Sareesa
Elizar looked at the plans for the first wall of the fortifications he was to build. Apperantly Sareesa didn't know exactly what she was asking for when she wanted this "castle" built. He muttered something to himself about wanting to get back to building statues as he directed his 3 helper-dwarves to where they should place the batch of stone they were bringing up. He got back to his work and sighed, when he saw them coming. They looked remotely like humans... but they had strange appendages growing out of thier heads when it hit him and he yelled "SNAILMEN, EVERYONE INTO THE FORT!"
Sareesa was sitting with Ron in the Communal dining room, as she stifled a yawn. Her hand was on the hilt of her Bismuth Bronze sword. She took a long drag on her pipe she was smoking and puffed the smoke into the air before finishing her mug of Dwarven Rum. "Ron, I think the wooden weapons are all done, go grab a couple so we can get training." Sareesa said. She had started to get rusty since she had nobody to practice with for six months and was looking forward to this training.
The doors busted open and Ron flew backwards and nearly fell when the masons started yelling something about Snailmen. Sareesa stood up and looked around, "What, you're going to let some overgrown insects interupt you? Ron, belay that order let's head out."
"... but I don't have . . Sareesa where are you going, wait for me!" Ron yelled as he ran behind Sareesa apperantly forgetting he didn't have any weapons with him. Sareesa ran up towards the fortifications when she saw the Snailmen. Three of them, ugly little things slimy and protected by thier shells. Sareesa let out a yell as she charged towards the first of the three Snailmen. Ron quickly ran towards the second and punched it in the stomach with such force it instantly threw up all over him. The viscous fluid got stuck all over his arms and he wanted to pull back and go clean himself immediatly but resisted the urge.
The Snailman Sareesa was engaging raised it's leg to kick at her and get her away from him but she sliced is leg off and then with a quick flourish of her blade cut the leg into two pieces. Towering over the prone Snailman, Sareesa planted her blade with such force into the enemies head that it came loose. Surprised Sareesa momentarily stood there, expecting him to move, or perhaps to regrow his head, but he didn't. Sareesa looked at Ron and saw him punching the Snailman and yanking on it's eyestalks. Then, he punched it with such force that the head of the Snailman seemed to explode and it's brain particles were scattered all over the grass.
Both Sareesa and Ron rushed towards the third Snailman that was trying to run away. Ron grabbed it's leg and punched it multiple times trying to break the leg through the thick layer of slime protecting it. Sareesa rushed forward and while the Snailman was distracted by Ron aimed for the head and threw her sword towards it's head. The blade found it's mark and sunk in deep. As the Snailman fell over, Sareesa reached him and grabbed the blade out of the bloody orifice that used to be the Snailman's face.
Sareesa and Ron were sitting on the hill afterwards and watched the flies and lizards picking at the Snailman corpses. "You did good there Ron, you keep that work up and you'll be leading a squad someday." Sareesa offered Ron a pipe with some tobacco. This place was already beginning to feel like home.
Outside Fortifications
The Lower-Middle Class area, and the Entrance to the fort with the temporary Dormitory and dining area. You can also see my farming area, it's been pumping out a whole lot of plump helmets, just as suspected. The Fortress is up to 19 Dwarves now by the way.
My picture for the Bottom class is broken, I'll show that in my next post.
((That's about the only interesting thing that happened really, I've been so focused on building up those defenses I've sort of put the inside of the fortress to the side for the moment. I've finished the first two levels of the living complexes set up the "lower" class which lives on the first floor workshops, and started producing some rope and bags. Also got my Jail carved out on the floor as well as the slums which are basically 2 square bedrooms, one for the bed, the other for... I dunno, dropping extra socks on I guess. For the next bit of story I'm planning on getting those first 2 stories completely done and starting on the third and forth at least as well as furnishing my slums for both the Lower and Lower-middle class.))
edit: Was at school and bored so I added a telling of the story from a Third-person perspective.