Yeah, I am. Uploading pictures now. Turn is taking very long though, my FPS is around 20 most of the time...
Edit: There you go!
Peregar, one of our soldiers, came up to me today and told me to check his health. Even though I told him I'm no doctor, he insisted on it. With a sigh, I told him to do a few excersises, then performed the same routine examinations our doctors used to do on me. He seemed all fine.
Some dwarves seem unable to get out of the celebratory mood, but they are usually left alone in their drug-induced dreams.
By Armok's fiery beard! A strange beast from the depths! It torched one of our dogs, but the rest piled in on it. The militia is on its way, and shall make quick work of this foul beast.
Our chaplain, Paladin Mitch is the first to arrive, but he is uncapable of piercing the beast's hide, even with his adamantine spear.
A recruit arrives and punches the beast with righteous fury, then stabs it, to no avail. In their blind rage, both he and the chaplain bite on a wing of the beast, and rip them off. What valour!
It was a tough fight, but our soldiers managed to kill the creature in the end with a spear to the brain. Huzzah for the heroes of Icemachines! Huzzah!
I am starting to wonder if our miners are not just impostors. They are constantly worried about the damp stone, even though the Council told them it's just from the lake above us.
Urdim was one of my friends, but he started acting very strangely lately. He wasn't talking to anyone, then locked himself inside a magma forge. I am worried for his mental health.
I do not understand the people I used to know. A recruit gave birth during training. Surely she should have been given a break! I will talk to the Council about this.
Things have been speeding up. Cheveux, one of our finest weaponsmiths was executed for failing the Duke's mandate. Why do even still have a Duke? Not long after, Urdim finished his work. He calls it Plungethin the Girder of Greeness. It's really nice, I hope he'll give it to me so I can gift it to
her.
What insolence is this!? Iden, a lowly planter is eating in Ekurlerteth, the Mighty Tangle!
Our militia's training is processing very well, but I'm a bit worried about their sanity. I saw Hatebeard sleeping with his sword!
I thought I saw something move below in the caverns. Must've imagined, I need to go get a drink. Yes, yes, that would do wonders.
A toad! A sign of good fortune! All hail the mighty toad!
A foul horde of goblins attacked us. Everyone seems to have forgotten how to close the main gates, or how to stay inside, so our milita rushed out to engage the golbin army. Hopefully the caravan guards will be enough to keep the civilians safe.
Our forces made quick work of the siege, taking a single casualty. Somehow the foul goblins killed three civilians too, and injured three more. Peregar is also heavily injured, his left upper arm swollen. (Seriously, those three civilians were on like the other side of the map, and weren't migrants. I have no idea how they got there.)
Ach! I couldn't have me drink, the tankard just exploded! This can't be good...
Nobody is willing to check the four wounded, not even Peregar. I am concerned for their lives.
Actually, a miner managed to diagnose him, but the doctors are currently hauling refuse. I hope they will wash their hands before getting to work.