Medical Journal of Doctor Valrandir, PHD
1st Hematite
The horrible episode with the... local cuisine has taught me an important lesson; we must have order. I have commissioned my room expanded to fit a Bookkeeper's office, a position I will fill myself. The murderer and the macedwarf shall work on it, along with a more proper entrance.
I also plan to be the acting Broker for this hole in the ground, in order to keep some resemblance of social integrity.
Kipi's Diary
17th Hematite
This area is rich in iron, gems, flux and coke-rendering stone.
I will make an effort to report our findings to the mountain homes soon.
Therleth's Log
3rd Malachite
The plaza area for workshops is almost complete.
The first stocks of Pig Tail came in. I am looking forward to some nice, fresh brew from the stalks.
Fuzzy's Glorious Memory Journal
4th Malachite
Woohoo~! Pig Tails are in! I can make some nice thread, and them some cloth, and then we'll be happy and fashionable forever~!
Kipi's Diary
8th Malachite
My report on our findings went through. Our verification came soon afterward.
We contemplated sending our leader, Scruffy, to meet them. Then we decided, in the words of Therleth, "Fuck no."
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Therleth approached the incoming group, along with Doctor Valrandir. The good doctor spoke first. "Hail!" He spoke, waving them down. "Are you here to rescue us?" The apparent leader of the group raised his eyebrow to this.
Darkrider, here's your guy. His skills so far are only "Adequate Clothier", but he's going on mechanic duty.
"Rescue?" He sighed, and planted his fingers into his brow. "I've been assigned to a lot of idiots. We are here by your request." He adjusted his spectacles. "After all, this is apparently an iron stockpile."
The Doctor looked at them with wide eyes. "Iron..?" Therleth spoke up. "We do not have iron." Nigel's companion spoke up behind him.
Seanp888's girl. She is... very muscular and mighty. Apparently. Her skills are Accomplished Wood Cutter, Novice Furnace Operator, Skilled Wood Burner... and oddly enough, Adequate Comedian.
"Are you callin' Nigel a liar?" She heaved her axe up. Instinctively, Therleth unsheathed a knife. She let down with a cleave, which was parried and deadlocked into Therleth's defense.
Nigel sighed. "Miss, back up a bit. Billybobfred and I tire."
And finally, Billybobfred's person. He fits your request pretty well. His skills are many. Adequate in every farming job, as well as being a Talented Armorsmith.
The smaller man looked distant, right past the team. He coughed, and started walking over. The Doctor sighed. "So does this make us...?"
Nigel responded firmly. "You are now an official outpost of The Sacrificial Post.
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Billybob's Memoires
9th Malachite
The standards of fort maintenance are not met in the least. It is unsatisfactory. There are no beds. There are no defenses.
There are
only Pig Tails and Dimple Cups growing. This will not stand. The local miner will designate more room for us to develop farmland.
Medical Journal of Doctor Valrandir, PHD
14th Malachite
My office is operational. Now it will see extensive use because, surprise, we have migrants. Apparently Kipi has been reporting our finds back to the Mountain homes. We're stuck here. In this... filthy... hole in the ground. Ugh.
Therleth's Log
16th Malachite
I will be keeping an eye on Miss. She seems very dangerous. This is for the good of all dwarf-kind. She does, however, make a decent bed.
She will receive pardon for now.
Babylon Quarterly
1st Galena
I have finished my first engraving on the walls of this horrid fort!
It represents the futility of the operation. We have no defenses and we're a team of incompetent nitwits (except myself). Like the waves in the ocean, it will move, pushed into the sea... Just as Therleth, the butch butcher, slaughtered a rabbit, so to will we be slaughtered by the next thing that comes along. The Girdle represents the vanity in appearance that this forsaken colony has. It's all symbolic.
Billybob's Memoirs
15th Galena
The second farm batch has completed its preparations. I'm going to till as soon as I can. I saw Fuzzy attempt to flirt with Miss earlier, as well. Some joke about there being five beds in the fort; four more than necessary for a good time.
He seems oddly... happy however.
No idea why. It does not concern me.
There are blueprints along the floor of Nigel's room.A primitive stone-trap system has been implemented.
Must determine the weight-damage ratio of Rock Salt. Note: Acquire material log from caravan. Request forge permissions to upgrade to weapon traps. Assess possibility of using magma as a tool. Possible amendment; Utilize Miss as a weapon? Acquire rope for testing purposes relating to this.
-- END SUMMER, 101 --
STOCKS:
Semi-eventful turn. Three new migrants, first trap system, and Babylon's cycle of satire has begun. So I ask you, Dwarves; what will you do for the next season?