15th of Timber
The great immortals have heard our cries for help and sent on their servants to protect us.
The great Ettin drove off the Tigermen, but now he's coming for us. It seems the immortals are not so forgiving after all. Our forces made a stand in the market place. The potash maker was caught off guard by the beast. His death however was not in vain. Thanks to him, the military managed to surround the beast and fell it.
9th of Obsidian
Armok save us.
Goblins AND beak wolves? How will we ever survive this?! And worse yet, the magnus opus. It is not yet finished! The great judgment must fall upon the lands, it must! But how will we defeat this army? With our population falling rapidly and our military consisting of a mere 16 soldiers, surely, this is the end. I must go...i must, finish the great work. It must be operational. I must *there is no writing on the remainder of the tablet as if the engraver was interrupted*
OOC: Wow...a relatively unexiting and dissapointingly short update. So i didn't manage to fully build my trap. It might work a little bit but it won't be nearly as impressive or !!FUN!! as i intended it to be. The next overseer has his work cut out for him. 2 Sieges, my barely functioning trap, a drainage system of death, an impossible to navigate clusterfuck of blood, limbs, and random ass shit that we call a fortress, a moody dwarf, a useless hospital, a caravan of traders, and of course the responsibility of creating your own trap.
File is here:
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=5069
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