Holespears Year 27, Overrseen by Chuck(ette)thegreat
18th Sandstone
All of the dwarves are healed in mind, but not in body. Swap around some labors. Also, after countless expeditions I’ve decided our local caverns is safe enough for more silk. Besides, we have cage traps ready.
4th Timber
Our dining room is done being engraved of various patriotic and dwarfy images of crosses, gods, and renditions of engravers renditioning the engravings of engravers engraving. In addition, we opened a new workshop area, and moved out the local stonecrafters so I can fully install our metal-working apparatus to the basement.
7th Timber
A Giant Olm attempted to assault our Manager, but he ran into some spinning serrated glass discs along the way. Now he will be butchered and made into the stuffing of a Forbidden Beast Heart Roast.
9th Timer
A Cave Crocodile somehow slipped in past the discs and ravaged Sakzul, who had his head ripped apart. He called for the Militia, realized he is in it, and tried to fight back.
They came too late, for they only find Sakzul bleeding on the ground, a few limbs short of whole. Thus named Atticstyled, the now named Cave Crocodile growled as it was taken down. Moldath ended him with a stab into the skull, right between the eyes.
By
lorddwarf at 2011-08-22
I guess we need more cages and cage traps. On another note, I prepare a tomb for Sakzul and order a slab and statue made to commemorate his kill of Apeflies.
Fittingly, Moldath begun digging the tomb of his friend Sakzul. It seems sad for him to bear two deaths so soon. He barely started when he ran to Rith, our Expedition Leader, for a cry on the shoulder.
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lorddwarf at 2011-08-22
Rith listened to the start of the story, then hurried to the well to clean himself off while Moldath talked his woes to an engraving of Rith becoming Expedition leader.
19th Timber
The Caravan Arrives, to find a fortress both richer, yet poorer from its encounter with exotic beasts… And an Ambush! Fearing more death I called the Inky Hawks, if only to keep them far from the fighting.
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lorddwarf at 2011-08-22
These are trained goblins, and they block or deflect our cage traps. I fear the worst and recruit the rest of the population into a weaker, less experienced militia, incase we need to fight to the end. The caravan will be left to its own decides.
I form the Armored Abysses with the remaining dwarves, and lead them under the staircase where our main militia will fight.
While the Goblins hold us in, another squad appeared to assault the caravan. They were met with a volley of bolts.
The Golbin flee our defense, and I order the Inky Hawks to chase them while the Armored Abyss defend the main gate for further treachery.
The fleeing Assault Squad tried to stop our flow, but we surrounded them and punched them into mush. In the background, one of our dwarves goes stark raving mad from all the deaths.
We killed one more goblin upstairs, but with the confusion of the fleeing Assaultgobs mixing with the Caravan Killing gobs, as well as bolts flying everywhere, they all flee.
Everyone is now unhappy. I have doc try to stem the tide of wounded while I search for the merchant survivers.
We were too late. Only the Liason remained.
And everyone is throwing temper tandrums like little dwarflings.
UNDATED
Tantrums everywhere. Iton was a ringleader, destroying butcheries and scattering little parts everywhere, and wounding Rith the expedition leader. Miasma is conquering the fort when Forbidden Beasts, Cave Crocodiles, and Goblins failed.
I appointed myself sheriff, forged myself two copper shields, and I stand ready to deliver justice. Too bad the Silver Warhammer was already claimed.
I worked by myself, making armorstands, setting links beside food, and digging an office. I will bring order back to Holespears. I will forge myself a new identity.
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And I will get rid of that disgusting miasma!
9th Opal
My room is completed. Time for justice. Dwarven Justice. After a nap of course.
UNDATED
OMG I MUST ENGRAVE THIS. Ooo… convenient little book under Chuckette’s bed. Well, I’ll just borrow this. A troglodyte wandered past the weapons traps, surviver of a ten trog-raid. It wandered the halls until the bored Chief Medical Dwarf bashed its brains in! It was awesome… wait. The Sheriff is waking up! Gotta run!
UNDATED
WHO TOUCHED YOU! I AM YOUR MAKER AND YOU MUST ANSWER ME!