FelsiteThey're digging out noble's quarters.
Nobles quarters. Ha. Like we have any nobles.
Look at these floor plans. Look how bleeding pointless it is. Circles. Ugh. What ever happened to squares? Rectangles? Good, strong Dwarven shapes. These dainty circles... What they see in them is beyond me. We don't need bleeding nobles quarters. I can bet anything they're going to smooth every square inch of that area, too. Out of some misguided sense of purpose.
In more pressing news, the dwarves have noticed the slightly unkempt state of my butchery... I'm no good at keeping my workspace clean... I... I can't help it! I don't have a one-track impossibly-stubborn personality! What's the use in cleaning it off if I'm just going to cover it in blood and gore again?
Xenos came by to visit. I didn't expect that at all. When I said hello, she absolutely freaked out and stormed off. I was wondering what happened, and after a few minutes I realized I had called her "Xenos" instead of "enosX" God damn it. I can't even pronounce "enosX", and that's a problem, expecially when she expects the "x" at the end to be pronounced "X". And she knows.... it's so subtle... I've seen her punch a dwarf square in the throat for mispronouncing the "X" as a lowercase "x". I think mangling her "name" so badly saved me from bodily harm, at least for now. It must have been an overload for her.
...It's times like this that I wished we dwarves used blades for our butchering, like the humans. Tearing the meat from the bones with our bare hands and separating the fat with our beards is wonderfully dwarvenly, but if I had a good carving knife I wouldn't be so nervous all the time.
The years of mining have made her strong. She carries the pick around every day, wiping and polishing it constantly. If she comes back for revenge, I will not survive.
I need to be much more careful.
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An elven caravan arrived. Are we letting them in? Hell no, of course not. Elves are filthy. They live in trees and they never wash themselves because soap is an animal byproduct. Once more, we are forsaking money, supplies and noteriety by clinging to our rigorous standards.
I half-wish the elves would sneak in somehow and kidnap me. I'd take my chances with those cannibalistic treehuggers at this point, at least around them I can act normal.
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Really. Seriously. They're going to carve out that complicated mess of noble's rooms from west to east!?
WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN
** The rest of the page has been torn away. What remains is shredded and covered in spit and, presumably, the essence of Dwarven rage. **
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HematiteIt's summer in Whiskeybridle.
I had a delightful conversation with Graebeard II. It sort of went like this.
Graebeard: Ineth, your shop... filthy.
Me: What? No it's no- OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THAT MESS HOW DID THAT GET THERE HA HA. (I started cleaning vigorously)
Graebeard: You concern me. Us. You concern us.
Me: Why? WHAT!? I DID NOTHING...-
Graebeard: Correct. You do nothing. (He scrubbed at his hands absentmindedly while he scanned the room)
Graebeard: No more chances... (He walked off)
Isn't he a great guy?
Now imagine 12 dwarves, just like that, but each one with different quirks and all of whom are capable of dangerous violence without hesitation.
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They have decided that our lack of wood outweighs the unpleasant chaos of the caverns, and they've opened up a small breach to gather some. No doubt it will be quickly walled over again. Cowards.
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MalachiteA few mole dogs snuck in when the caverns were opened. We have plenty of wood now, but the mole dogs drank some of our alcohol and had to be killed.
Obviously, they are furious about it. The blood, the vomit, the mole dog corpses, it's all an affront to Whiskeybridled. Bah. So a couple of mole dogs got in. It's not the end of the world.
You wouldn't know it by asking anyone around here though.
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Yup. They're smoothing out the nobles quarters. Of course! The nobles quarters that nobody will live in! Because we have no nobles! And we are not likely to get any anytime soon! And everyone already has a bedroom!
Genius!
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GalenaEvery "normal" bedroom got it's own rock coffer.
Why?
Every dwarf is running around frantically, muttering that there's far too much stone.
So building and crafting projects are going on everywhere to try to rectify the problem. They're going to furnish every noble's room, even though NOBODY WILL LIVE THERE, and I believe they plan to expand upwards somewhat on our already ridiculously-tall tower. Probably something useless but fancy.
Ironically, the reason there is too much stone is because they HAD to have the noble's quarters dug out. It was non-negotiable. Armok help us.
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They're finally trying to really break me down.
They ordered the butchering of every puppy in the fortress.
Just the puppies.
I have to snap their cute little necks
I have to carve out their organs and slice their meat up
maybe if I don't look at them it will be easier
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it wasnt easier
armok help me i had to listen to the final 'yipe' of every one
their soulful eyes looked up into mine as i exterminated them
why is this my life
help me
anyone
if they dont kill me i may kill myself first
help them help me kill me ha ha ha ha
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my hands are dirty, unclean
puppy blood
need soap
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Argonnek has been dwarfed.
I'm aiming for amusing, not soul-crushingly tragic, but I guess I'm cool with either one
Edit: Removed a plot-hole. (Graebeard called me "Argembarger" although nobody should know about that
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