Early this morning I arrived at this fortress to which I had been sent. Apparently the last guy was something of a nut.
I should have known what I was looking forward to when I heard the name: "Naturelabor"
It doesn't get much more elvish than that.
the next thing I notice: the military is wearing WOODEN ARMOR
seriously, WOODEN FUCKING ARMOR
I immediately set about fixing these problems.
I grab some dwarf who claims to be a "skilled" armorsmith and tell him that he isn't allowed to do anything other than make nice, dwarven, metal armor.
Next thing on the agenda, wall off that river so that our fishers aren't being harrassed by damn skelephants.
the masons listen because I'm awesome
BREAKING NEWS!!!
another forgotten beast has appeared
and I found the top layer of adamantine
late spring: 22 migrants, work on the walls and roof has gone well
our manager has been struck by a secretive mood!
Of course, as any dwarf who knows anything about reform knows, the best way to facilitate reform is to slaughter elves and make crafts from their bones
an ambush appeared shortly after the elves arrived
tragedy struck; specifically, I was knocked into the river and drowned, so I reign as the undead ruler of naturelabor
other than that and someone who broke a hand, we won
our manager has finished gathering materials, and he will now make a super valuable artifact
super valuable? hell yes
super fucking useless? also yes
it's not even summer yet...