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Late Opal, year 13, to 20th Felsite, year 14
After a long and grueling journey through the wastes of the tundra, I’ve finally arrived at the fortress Salvefences.
It is a shining jewel of- wait, no. A depressing, grime-filled, zombie-strewn...
Corpse-making machine.
My group of migrants had only just arrived when we were assaulted by the Horde. Luckily, one of the rangers we had along wielded his crossbow excellently, ready for such an ambush.
Apparently, the inhabitants had adopted a Darwinian point of view on migration- if you can survive the Horde, you can live there.
Since the last leader stepped down from his overseering position, and they now need a leader, I have volunteered to take the position. The vote was unanimous- apparently, nobody else was wanting such a powerful position. Odd.
My first order was to start hollowing out a stockpiling area- too much crap is strewn around.
Since there’s too much stone around for any useful stockpiling, I’ve decided to build a series of undumps, a masterwork piece of dwarven engineering I learned in the Guild back at Homerock. They will sort our stone in a much more compact way. In answer, these morons just trapped their fellow dwarf across a trench! PICK UP A ROCK ON THIS SIDE OF THE PIT, NOT HIS. ARG! MORONS! I'LL...no..I mustn’t.. get...angry...not this time- things will be different.
In any case, at least someone had his head on straight before myself, look at all these mechanisms!
However, judging by the massive amounts of masonry and stonecrafting going on, they may have just been trying to free up space as well. In any case, I will also begin stockpiling efforts at atom smashers to save time. Maybe now we’ll finally get some infrastructure going.
Horrors abound! In the caverns, some hidden ambushes have *somehow* been discovered.
And then there’s a forgotten beast...
another one somewhere, and a titan!
The Beasts will be ignored in the caverns, due to their poisons, but the titan is at our doorstep.
One of our valiant axedwarves has taken it on single-handedly, and has been promoted for his deeds.
In other news, James Bond has decided to make something nice for the fortress.
I don’t get why everyone is designated by numbers. I’m pretty sure they’re for categorizing, but I don’t see much reason other than for squads- it’s not as if lists appear in alphanumerical order. I will be giving them proper names along the way.
The surface fortifications are being completed, so as to keep us safe from fliers.
It looks like some of the stone in the mechanism-making area has been cleared. It will be a temporary animal stockpile for used cage traps.
Speaking of cages, Mr. Bond has made a nice, shiny one.
I still don’t appreciate all of these zombies killing off travellers, so the military has been dispatched to slice ‘em up. There are a few injuries, but these strong soldiers will heal up fine.
Urgh. I'm no squeamish dwarf, but it’s hard to take this much filth. So much... gristle... coating the world...
The stench of the dead filling the caverns...
Blood, caked on the entrance halls like a thick glaze...
Blood..yes...BLOOD...GLORIOUS SLAUGHTER! THE ICHOR OF LIFE!
*scrawls fill the journal’s next pages*
I...COME...HAIL THE GOD OF BLOOD!
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