From the Log Book of Glacial Nitigkikrost, Big Game Hunter22 Galena, 531On the positive side, the goblin ambushes at the gate are broken with minor casualties; one clothier found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. The champion swordsdwarf Donpatrick Zuntirkan Ugosh Alnis seemed to particularly enjoy herself in the battle; reports indicate she bit a goblin's foot off and then methodically removed the rest of his limbs, one by one.
On the negative side, Donpatrick has passed out after the battle -- not due to wounds inflicted by the goblins, but due to blistering all over her hands. This looks suspiciously like the magpie's toxin that killed three members of the Trampled Stockades, but I can't find any trace of poison on Donpatrick.
24 Galena, 531Donpatrick has made it to the hospital. I've asked the fortress medics to devote themselves to healing her. Let's hope they stop drinking long enough to obey.
15 Timber, 531Donpatrick is back to full health. The kobolds are so happy to see her that they can barely hang onto their loincloths.
Also, having completed work on a new well, my clever compatriots somehow managed to open the wrong door in the pump stack supplying it, flooding a lower level of the fortress.
I've ordered Cheetah to beat the offending parties with her adamantine hammer.
*SPOING* *SPOING* *SPOING*
18 Timber, 531
Siege! The goblins have dispatched three squads, including one cluster of archers.
Make that four squads -- I missed a bunch of trolls.
22 Timber, 531Four days later, the siege has been broken, with only one death -- a child in the wrong place at the start.
For once, dwarven tactics worked perfectly. I led my fellow marksmen to the top of the main Bellwaxed castle, and we pinned down the archers while the the Trampled Stockades and the Beans of Silver swept down the main entrance, working their way through one enemy squad at a time. There was a rough moment when the recruit squad camptain of the Beans of Silver decided to wrestle four trolls at once... but astonishingly, it worked, occupying them until the axe-dwarves arrived.
8 Opal, 531Alas, one of the gem setters lost her mind, demanding 'yarn'. I am unclear what this 'yarn' might be, but know I have never seen any. I offered her some shells and body parts, but was rebuffed.
Guess what happened next?
I've decided to pretend this was the artifact she made. No one needs to know.
20 Opal, 531I have set myself a goal: use up all the coke in the fortress.
Sniff!
28 Opal, 531Bellwaxed is now a duchy -- with no duke or duchess.
14 Obsidian, 53118 Obsidian, 531A vile force of darkness regrets its decision to mess with Bellwaxed.
Dwarven tactics worked fairly well again, except for an elite goblin archer who returned fire on my squad of marksdwarves. By the end, three of us, including myself, needed assistance to the hospital.
Dude, there's STILL free food here!
1 Granite, 532I've decided to hang up my mantle of leadership in favor of leeching off the welfare state from the hospital. Naturally, I left a bunch of work unfinished.
I have the Beans of Silver and Trampled Stockades down in the lowest cavern, harvesting nether-caps and protecting construction of a bridge to MORE ADAMANTINE.
I didn't manage to use up all the coke, but I used a whole bunch, and expect to see more used up in the months to come. Bellwaxed, fortress of coke!
To future overseers, I offer this advice: build a megaproject. The Bellwaxed military is hardcore, and my efforts to make things Fun by taking on all the forgotten beasts ended in a glorious victory for Bellwaxed.
Here is my final report.
Game save here!Finally, I leave you with this fine example of dwarven industry, circa year 531.
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