Felsite 21st 205. The Master is dead, long live The Master. Actually no, he's really, definitely dead. The melancholy sod has died of thirst. About time too, he was starting to look like dwarf jerky. Unfortunately, this also means I won't be able to lock anyone in a room with the melancholy bastard anymore - I guess I'll just have to use the lava shaft for all the punishments then.
Felsite 22nd 205. Mayor Karakzon has mandated the production of 3 platinum items. We don't have any way to make platinum. Rather more importantly, since when do we have a mayor?! Which one of you miserable little underlings forgot to inform me of this? I swear I will start hurling random tossers into the magma pipe until one of you fesses up. I strongly suspect Lord Reudh, or maybe it was The Master after all, and it wasn't the thirst that killed him so much as the fear of what I would do to him when he told me. Eeexcellent. Also, one of the elven merchants got his scrawny ears murdered by the local muskskoxen. Its camel is making a run for it, drawing the muskskoxen away, while the merchant apparently pulled its carrying harness off while dying. There's a dead elf surrounded by random crap out in the snow - I'll have to wait for the muskskoxen to disappear entirely before I send out my brave, brave soldiers to protect the random idiots carrying it inside.
Felsite 28th 205. My minions are diligently working on securing the valuables (and other miscellaneous items), while the camel is still being chased by the muskskoxen. It strays close enough to my minions for the muskskoxen to spook them from time to time though, so I'm having my brave soldiers relocate to screen the haulers as needed. Wait - I just heard they've strayed too close, and the militia is moving to engage the muskskoxen. This could go very well or very badly.....
OOC - Pics to follow.