Sethod's Journal, Excerpts
WinterWork progresses on various areas around the fort. New domiciles have been prepared for the migrants that came. We should have enough living space for every present dwarf, as well as any future arrival.
We've enhanced the security of the emergency dugout prepared by our fortress' founder. With the pull of a lever, the room could be sealed, dooming the dwarves inside to die of slow starvation instead of violence - until now. A single miner's pick, forbidden to be moved, shall ensure the well-being of anyone who should one day make use of it.
The site remains secret to almost all the fort. Only a few dwarves know the location, due to the security risk that would otherwise be posed. Most of the workers have been occupied preparing the new hospital, which was recently finished.
Vabok's cage has been resituated to the Dining Room, where she can wait out her two-month sentence in the company other Dwarves. Everyone's been feeding her through the bars of the cage like an animal, but at least the lass has nourishment. I remember a day when it was illegal to feed a caged dwarf.
In other news, Flagblinded is now a barony, our output of wealth having drastically risen after the Spire was mined. The mayor is beside himself. I don't quite understand, seven dwarves are killed on his orders, and he's
rewarded for it. Is there no justice to be found?
I spoke to our new baroness today,a former Peasant that arrived earlier this year. I find her to be cold, unfeeling and scary.
She's requested that we hold onto what little rose gold we have, an edict we shouldn't have trouble upholding. Of course, she requires a fine new house, and it's fortunate we have so much unmined space available. I know of a good place.
The floors surrounding the furniture in her rooms shall be paved with solid adamantine. We have heaps of the stuff, we may as well use it, and the sooner the better. Urist is already throwing a hissy fit since the Mayor's quarters are so much nicer than her own. In a fit of rage she's took his quarters for herself, I hope that she'll be appeased with that for the time being. The miners are busy enough with all the new bedrooms going up.
One of the masons who has been missing for weeks has returned from seclusion bearing a remarkable limonite grate. It's no adamantine sword by any means, but it will make for a pleasant addition to any royal bedroom. Perhaps Urist would appreciate it.
Today is the first of Opal, the new barracks is ready for use, and tomorrow the soldiers and I will be testing the new danger room. I can hardly wait, it's about time we had a proper training facility around here.
The next day...
I should be finished tomorrow. Our crazy baroness won't get happy no matter what I do. She already has the best stuff in the fort but she's still traumatized over the mayor's previous pretentiousness. Aramco and Ehbod were dorfed, Ehbod is a Competent Strand Extractor. Our danger room is pretty dangerous in its current state. I figured that a few menacing wooden spikes here and there would make up for a few training spears that were missing. My dwarf is paralyzed now. Remember, corner-cutting costs lives.
So about the unknown material, I wonder what we can infer from its existence. Maybe it's a piece of the sky.
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