[All right, having looked through the entire population of 200 dwarves it seems that the vast majority of our females are "very quick to anger" or "tense and jittery" and nearly all our males are peaceful and laid back. Beware the ladies of Soaplanterns. I have after a long search found a suitable dwarf for hitty40. He has no combat skills right now, I'll probably kit him out as an axedwarf after the current visitors have been dealt with and let Momuz teach him.
Yem's personality info was posted way back on page 1 but here it is again
Shane Sabreking:
Proficient siege engineer/siege operator/mechanic, assisted with the manning and reloading of Bessie last siege
Lafiel's title translates to "Lafiel Letterarch the Stoked Conjuror of Jailers", which makes about as much sense as any other dwarven war title I've ever seen :S
Katana's skills are lagging behind everyone else's a bit (still only competent swordsdwarf) but his physical stats are "absolutely inexhaustible, mighty, quite durable and agile". Naturally, this being Soaplanterns, our best fighters overall are a one-armed axedwarf (Momuz) and a one-armed marksdwarf (Endok). I should put Oddom back in the squad, then we'd have a one-armed one-legged macedwarf.
I atomsmashed all the goblin corpses and body parts that weren't part of the bone road along with every sock and loincloth I could find and got about 5 fps back
Every little helps.]
Mid-spring"I never did get my great hall," I said wistfully.
The large room that I had originally marked out for the "Great Hall of Soaplanterns" had been taken over, first as an ammo stockpile and general dumping ground, then as a dining room. It was full of tables, chairs and idle dwarves now. I didn't think it would be possible to reclaim it from the fortress population.
"You could dig out a new one somewhere else," said Dr Kosotham.
"Oh, what's the point? Something's just going to happen and I'll have to go and deal with it and then when I'm dealing with that something else will show up... No. It'll never happen, Ducim. Let's just forget it--it was a silly dream."
The doctor frowned.
Elves arrived on the 21st Felsite. Having learned from experience, I scrambled the military. The merchants got inside without serious incident, although one of the elven horses was startled by a goblin snatcher who rose up under its hooves. The goblin fled without a fight.
The elven merchants had little we could use aside from wood: I let trigg handle the dealing.
"Ambush!" yelled Endok, up at the outer gate.
"Bows?" I called back.
"Spears. No bows."
Nevyn and Momuz were the only two melee dwarves close enough to respond, but by the time they had gotten all the way to the outer gate, all the invaders but one were dead, and that one was well away. They did manage to catch and kill an unfortunate snatcher. The marksdwarves were getting good at this.
"Ha!" said Endok triumphantly, as he passed marksdwarf-Muthkat in the underground corridor.
SummerSomething strange was going on.
Rovod and the other miners kept disappearing for long periods. So did Dr Kosotham, and that architect fellow, Mayerm. And now I kept hearing funny noises when I was in my bedroom. It sounded like chisels on stone, if anything.
"Where's
he gone to?" I asked.
"Leatherworking shop, Mr Madushkubuk."
"Well, at least he's not bone carving."
The miller found everything he wanted and set to work. I was mildly irritated to hear that he'd taken our only electrum bar--but then again you couldn't exactly make weapons out of electrum. I mean, as far as I knew. I wasn't a smith.
In the meantime, Peregarrett had been smelting everything he could find that was smeltable. He informed me proudly that we now had enough steel to fully armor three more melee soldiers, should volunteers appear.
12th Malachite
The miller looked vague and confused, as if he'd just woken up from a long nap.
"That's a nice quiver," I said. "But dear gods, Urvad, did you
have to call it 'Hardygolds the Notched Love'?"
"I called it what?" he said.
"Could be worse," Endok observed, picking up the quiver with his one good hand. He tilted it, examining the pretty imagery. "Could've been a thong. Hey, I'll have this if nobody else wants it."
17th Galena"Er, Zephyr?" Dr Kosotham said, putting his head round my bedroom door.
"Oh, let me
guess."
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