I am going to have to restart. Dwarf fortress just crashed, and corrupted the save.
This is what I had thus far. It is pretty rough, I was just trying to get the events down before I embellished any. Hopefully I will correct the errors in the next try.
For the Journals of the Diamond Wolf:
1st Granite, 130
I hear them; the sounds of war. The sounds of death. My blade thirsts for blood, for the destruction of our enemies. But instead of war, we hunker in our little hole in the ground. The great civilization of the dwarves is dead. We are under the control of elves. And yet we do not fight, we merely survive. How far we have fallen. And as of today, this despicable little anthill of ours is under my control. Oh how the elven cowards will pay. But first I must make an assessment of the current state of my new realm.
The bedrooms are despicable, but the stores are good. Yet the biggest problem is that there is no way to bring the magma to the surface, thus forbidding the ultimate joy of dwarven kind, magma weapons. Since I do not have a good chance of bringing the magma to the surface using pumps within my limited reign, I must build a magma piston. I may not have time to utilize it, but by Amrok it will be ready to use for future rulers.
Oh, and there are a couple trolls outside. I will take care of that… if I can find the freaking lever for the main door.
2nd Granite, 130
The good news is that I found the lever; the bad news is that there are four of them. I will have to pull one with no grantee of what it will do. I believe that it is the one that has been pulled… we will see.
9th Granite, 130
A goblin group attacked right before we reached the trolls. One dead, one broken arm, and one broken hand. Some recuperation will be in order. On the bright side all the goblins were killed and I managed to slay one of the trolls, practically single handedly.
10th Granite, 130
After disabling the trolls movements the rest of the soldiers wandered back inside to sleep. Sadistic bastards.
Note: For some reason the soldiers don’t seem to be receptive to commands.
15th Granite, 130
Mistem Avuzgisek, Armorer has been taken by a fey mood. Hopefully he will craft me some new armor.
2nd Slate, 130
I finally went up and finished off the trolls personally. Unfortunately I appear to have forgotten my sword and ended up just beating them in the head… to death. Only one left.
I also claimed the title “troll slayer”.
Oh, and some dwarf by the name of Avuz Gusilakil, Craftdwarf got injured as I put the trolls down. He is now crawling around the fort pitifully pawing at things that need to be moved. Poor bastard.
5th Slate, 130
I have officially given into the blood lust of battle, ordering the rest of the army back I began a savage assault on the last remaining troll. I have been beating for days, its body has become broken and mangled. Its eyes plead for mercy, but there has been too much lost to give it. I will make it suffer as Avuz suffers. I will make it beg for death. Only then will I allow it to claim death.
(ooc: my little avatar has been beating this thing senseless, and he won’t stop. There are literally a hundred pages of me punching it in the head.)
9th Slate, 130
The army came today and pulled me away from the troll. Then the militia commander smashed its head in, finally ending its suffering. They look at me like I am a monster. I am.
Somehow the archer squad got glitched up and I had to disband it. On the plus side, its new name is the Untamed Volcanoes.
14th Slate, 130
Mistem finally completed his project. I wonder what it could be…
Damn it. A single silver boot.
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