Joyous news! Libash, our butcher, has given birth to a beautiful baby girl! Now, don't look at me like that, it was just a crush on her!
More warnings passed unheeded. Animals were dying, four of them in total, all cavy pups. We were too arrogant to notice, and work continued on the arena.
More tremors from the deep. The militia is unwilling to act. They keep watching the arena, that is their only concern.
Even nature rebelled against us, but we paid it no heed. We were too arrogant.
Celebrations continued, and the democratic dwarves gained almost total control over the fortress. People could visit the leadership for advice or help, and it seemed we entered a new Age of Dwarven Prosperity.
Some poor souls, lost in the mountain, asked refugee in our fortress. Twenty of them in total. I don't know how they managed to stay alive on this glacier for so long. They could help us. They are now citizens of Icemachines, citizens with full rights.
I have noticed a strange architectural design in the fort, one which the dwarves apparently refer to as the balls and ths shaft.
Seriously, who did this? It made me laugh.
We have begun smoothing the main arena space. The golden floors and the magma channels will provide a nice spectacle for the dwarves of the fort.
Strange creatures lurking in the depths, all waiting for one signal to spring their trap and end our lives. Construction continues.
Elves have arrived. A decision has been born. We will not tolerate their kind in our fort. They shall be the first to die in the arena.
The population of our fortress is growing nicely. More workforce, always good. I think I will take the boy as my apprentice when he grows up, he seems to be of good stock.