With a dwarven musician at my side, who usually keeps me company most of my days, I stand alone amongst the stupidity and insanity of our race. And I will not have it any other way.
In order to continue our undeserved, selfish and illogical rule we need an equally insane defence. Just as we, the dwarves, strike the earth with our most holy of tools, we shall strike a blow to our enemies. This tool is that of the common dwarf; a tool which is easily learnt, a tool which we owe our homes to, and a tool whose power surpasses that of demons.
The pick. The common pick. Even one made from copper can do the impossible, see the invisible, touch the untouchable and break the unbreakable. I had drafted a full squad (something we do not have elsewhere) of miners to serve as our defenders until we can procure an ample supply of trained men and equipment.
Fitted in the most garments available to best protect them.
Led by previous overseer Mormota, our best miners do not need official training. What they will lack in defence they'll make up for in skill. And numbers. And soon, armour. Adamantine picks are a future plan.
55 strands, 0 wafers. Hmm. I'll fix that. Where are is the raw adamantine stockpile anyway...?
Oh how I hate the short-sightedness of rulers past. There are no raw adam stock piles. Stones are to be hauled FOUR HUNDRED steps PER FUCKING STRAND. I've ordered a stockpile forthwith. Seems to be no adam thread stockpile near the forges. Fixed that too. Idlers went from 40 to 0. Excellent.
That is quite cool. Except it's about the creation of a masterwork nickel trash can. Uh... I've added it to the dining room so all dwarves can see this artifact... about a less-than-artifact.
Speaking of which I had nickel bins running on auto. So I guess that is a tribute to me. God bless.
Hmm, one of the residents is unhappy. Seems his mum died. And he saw it. And her body was mangled in the forge. And we can't retrieve it. So it rotted. And he smelt it.
Oh well nothing I can do now except make his dining room nice. Wait no, her mother is the one that died of thirst at random in the dining room a while back. And for some reason her body was forbidden. Uhh...
Ordered first row of weapon traps using masterwork mechanisms and the highest quality sledgehammers. OK, they're not that great, but they're our first step on our road to a legendary weaponsmith. That or we can get a mood (pretty please?).
'Shade' requested leave from the military; apparently he's a pacifist. I promptly told him to lick an elf anus.
Miners still too slow. Arena not done, houses not done, 2nd excavation (failed to mention) not done. Ughhhhh-
Humies! A diplomat too!
I'll order booze, wood, bismuth bars (for the noble) and seeds. I hope they don't get ambushed.
Ah, spoke to soon, no goblins. They had no bismuth, fuck.
Did you guys turn invasions off?!
Checked, they're still on. This fucking baffles me how I havn't seen any.
No goblins... suspicious. Though I cant say I blame them; this place is a shit heap. Two caravans, no ambushes. That just leaves the autumn dwarven caravan. Oh god they're going to kill our kin!
We must prepare. We need to defend the dwarven caravan.
Just noticed Sirian without a right arm or leg. Darn. Otherwise the military dwarves are returning to training; the syndromes have worn off.
I literally just bought 124 pieces of wood. I think that will last us a fair while.
Ran out of raw adamantine. Perhaps I can open the magma sea and see into the magma to find veins?
I tried it and yes, I can. Excavation of an adamantine spire is now underway.
Two births; I don't care. Babies make terrible workers, even when they come of age (and if they manage to then we've done a bad job). Forges and smelters not running constantly; mandated more furnace operators. Not like it's a specialised labour; skill affects speed. And any speed is faster then none.
Dumbass miners got stuck in a hole (the throwing pit). Much displeased. Can't believe it's still only Autumn.
Wait, Autumn? The caravan is coming and we are not ready. Most miners are unarmed and unarmoured; ordered iron picks. We don't have enough weaponsmiths. Poor early organisation is to blame.
Another random death regarding to thirst. Corpse was forbidden for some reason too. Again. What on earth is happening? I'm fucking baffled. Perplexed even.
No seriously why did two people just die of thirst in a dining room when we have 300 units of booze and I think a well? Why are their bodies forbidden on death?
An animal trainer has been possessed. Apart from... animal training, his only other skill is farming. Either he's going to make an artifact dog-warrior or a fucking mushroom. Please let it be a dog. Ok, he took a craftman's shop. Even worse then a mushroom. At least people can see the mushroom.
A metalsmith has risen and is haunting the fortress! You know, despite my new trail of coffins. I suppose the idiot leaned too far forward into the magma forge. Fucking nonces, that's what these people are. I ordered slabs a fair while back; shouldn't be too hard to get a memorial for this tosser.
Scratch the memorial his corpse was 'forbidden' too. Okay, what? I'm... confused.
The dining room is a fucking mess. Rocks everywhere. I'll fix it. Shame on whoever made this dining room, it looks like a disaster zone.
Migrants. One 'adequate' weaponsmith, the others
FUCKING USELESS AGAIN. I hate this place.
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