Aye. Two exclusive haulers and a couple furniture haulers too.
Anyways, turn part 1:
New year, new overseer. We had actually planned for Dutchling to become the new overseer, but he's ahh... unavailable at tha moment.
So Kohaku returned to tha position she held the year before last.
Not tha the other dorfs know it of course. Lass be too paranoid to assume a position of power again.
So instead I got appointed with her as me "advisor". Suuure, let tha mason deal with the politics while ye go messing around with ya plants!
Ah well. Better start legislatin' 'n stuff.
First off, she told me to manage tha military. We still dinnae have a proper militia, and they be quite inexperienced.
First thing I did was ta appioint Patchy as a militia c'mmander.
She wus kinda eager for tha job too, so I handed her some Steel armor and a spear and pointed her to tha barracks.
Or at least tha's what I'd have done if we had any spears. I told tha smiths ta make some of 'em, er, post-haste!
Next I told tha marksdorfs to also use that other archery targets. What did they think those were good for decoration?
Then Kohaku told me to tell tha miners dig a "special" training room fer tha military.
I dunno what she means by special, but I guess i can't be too harmful since a lack of a decent military would also mean her death, so I did that.
Oh dear, Truean seems to be under attack from a capybara man. Aight lads 'n lasses, show those freaks what your weapons're made of.
"...Steel?" ...Aye, steel. Now shove it up some capybara arse.
Aight, tha room's done. But 'parently we're lacking tha stuff needed fer tha actual room.
Ha! Look at tha coffin I made! What a masterpiece! But whaddya expect from tha best friggin' mason on tha fort? Of course only tha best!
So 'parently tha capybara men are all gone! G'job boys! And girls! Booze's on me today!
And another one! I should start exporting me coffins to tha elves! Complete with pointy-eared grave stuffers! Ha!
Tha spears be finished! Here ya go Patchy!
Tha miners 'n smithys seem to be slackin' off. To keep their skills in good shape I told 'em to dig more 'n make some gold stuff respectively.
Aight, enough making coffins. While I'm away from tha masonry, somebody should pick up all this Basalt 'n Gabbro stuff I made while I'm grabbin' a drink!
Somebody made a statue of Kohaku. Heh.
Maybe I should put it in her room, maybe she'll be less paranoid if she has a twin watching over her.
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It seems like we have migrants. As the "official" overseer, it was of course me job to greet them personally and individually.
Here's who we got:
-woose1, cheesemaker
-breadbocks, cook
-Noble Digger, Baron (lies and slander. The guy doesn't look like he ever touched a pick, not with those arms!)
-rex mortis, manager. I told him we already had one, but Kohaku seems to be okay with the idea. More time for her farm, I guess.
-Jurph, mechanic
-NotPete, doctor
-Pete, his imaginary friend
-jazy15, soapmaker
-chocorokk, hauler
-jeoshua, also hauler
-Oliolli, butcher and tanner
-Lord Braindead, furnice op, glassmaker and furniture hauler
-Sting_Auer, bowyer and furniture hauler
-Fniff, another doctor
-Sonlirain, glassmaker
-Dohon, axedorf
-Crazy Cow, smith
-Slugman, leatherworker
-billybobfred, furnace operator
Gotta admit, tha's a lot of people. If it goes on like this, we're gonna be tha new mountainhome!
Well, time to get everybody some new quarters. Especially tha b100b100d.
One of tha newcomers got possessed jus' as he entered tha fort. Dammit Dutchling, it ain't his fault ye're dead!
An ambush! Everybody to their positions!
Kohaku's shouting orders around like nobody's business. Eh, I'll let her do that. I'm not good at figuring out tha military anyway.
Oh. It seems like our Baron jus' got struck down. Okay guys, ye can stop digging, he won't be needin' tha room anymore!
Dutchling jus' finished creating Ozonvathem, a basalt mechanism!
Is that a sign from him? Mabye he's trying to tell me to make some magma traps or something.
Speaking of magma.
Elves.
Oooh joy.
Kohaku seems to be happy for some reason though.
I dunno wha's going through her head, we've got treehuggers outside and she's happy about it? What has the world come to?
She has traded one of our crowns fer three of tha blasted elves' spears. Shoddy quality, and made of wood too!
"Ah, but that's what makes them so perfect!"
... I have no idea what she's talking about.