This is a -collection of tablets- containing entries of an anonymous overseer of the outpost Scrubbedcreams. The tablets are covered with images and writing depicting events in the year 1072. The tablets are in -poor- condition, covered with ice, blood, frozen beast muck.Early Winter, 1072
The past few seasons have been far more exciting than the spring was. I have barely had time to write, so I will jot down all the events I can remember.
First, some child made a notable item of some sort. Ah, here it is. She named it after himself, I remember now. Well, Kib is known to be an arrogant and unimaginative child. Who made a scepter. I suppose she's got as good a chance at being appointed a noble as any other dwarf with a taste for panda leather and moons.
One of the doctors spent nearly a week proclaiming how much he loved his crossbow to everyone he saw. I am beginning to become concerned about the standards of medical care in Scrubbedcreams. When would he even have used a crossbow?
Oh, and I found the source of the constant fainting and bleeding. Some poisonous remains were lugged into the fort and left in the bone stockpile.
I ordered the pile walled off. Almost everyone in the fort has some sort of history with this 'beast sickness',
and we have no shortage...
at this point the tablet is damaged beyond repair.I had barely completed dealing with the wall than I realized that the hospital wells had run dry. Our attempts to refresh the well led to terrible flooding down the central stairwell.
Time has eroded the first part of this sentence. ...at least one casualty, after the stairwell was usable...small pond to the north of the hospital. No one will pull it out, unfortunately.
A chunk of the tablet is missing...all in all a success. I celebrated by ordering a hall of cleanliness to be built on the same level as the hospital plumbing...not ready, but the hall itself is coming along nicely.
An awe-inspiring cloth mask was created. It will doubtless be useful for Nobletober
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=93873.msg2643919#msg2643919The great event of the past few months was the attack of the Most Ancient and Terrible Beast Bodod.
Frozen muck obscures the runes...crawled in through a crack in one of the walls to the caverns, and nearly reached the lower fort before being intercepted. The confusion and mayhem...
A crack has destroyed the text...only able to commission one engraving of the battle:
Our military was effective - I ordered a squad of speardwarves...
A tooth mark has damaged the runes...war dogs were key to our victory. They bravely sacrificed their lives to pin the beast down until it could be bitten and stabbed to death.
Bodod had a poisonous bite, judging by the sick dwarves...
Frozen fluid obscures the runes...appears to have been a short-lived affliction.
And some weeks later, a military dwarf became named...
at this point the tablet is damaged beyond repair....Good sense and good taste, I must admit, but I wish it could have been earlier.