Slate 19, 15
A beekeeper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A leatherworker was stung by--breaking news!--a bee! Actually, that's a bit more out-of-the-ordinary.
Slate 20, 15
A beekeeper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A trapper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Slate 21, 15
A fisher was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sorry to any future generations who read this, and think it's dull. You want to know what was going on in FirePunch these past few days and weeks aside from beestings?
Not fucking much. A solid eighth of the population is currently doing nothing, having not gotten the memo that we WORK for our beer and meat here.
Slate 22, 15
The memo got to everyone. The perimeter wall should be up soon!
This is getting to be a LOT of managing I need to do, since I'm the manager, bookkeeper, brewer, engraver, and a planter of this fortress. I'm setting up a temporary office in the cryptic area.
Slate 23, 15
The office has been set up. It's an office, I guess.
Slate 28, 15
I start managing some work orders.
A blacksmith has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 1, 15
A militiaman has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Hey, I have a joke. Knock-knock. Who's there? Interrupting capybaraman. Interrupting capybaraman who? I need to suspend building this wall because a capybaraman interrupted me!
Let's see how they like the wrath of our militia! Our...completely unarmed, mostly unarmored militia...Well, quantity has its own quality, right?
Felsite 2, 15
Oh, yeah, we have axes!
The lazy woodcutter showed himself to be a decent neckcutter, too.
Felsite 4, 15
What the...?
Two men and a woman, acquaintances, are lying in a pile on some bare rock, claiming to be installing colonies in a hive but not actually moving.
Felsite 6, 15
They're still at it, despite one being hungry and another thirsty and drowsy. I tell them to quit it, at which point they eat, drink, and locate another colony to hivernate.
Speaking of drinking, why isn't our brewer brewing? He's probably just writing in some stupid diary all the times that bees...oh, wait, I'm the brewer.
Felsite 7, 15
A fisher has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 8, 15
That same fisher has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A beekeeper has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 9, 15
A puppy has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee! Note to self: Open door for dog.
Felsite 10, 15
A farmer has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 11, 15
I have noticed that Iton has somehow walled himself into a small area on the cliff. Since she's unwilling to disturb her break to save herself, I have to have the wall broken down.
Felsite 12, 15
A farmer has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 13, 15
The rescue crew for Iton arrives. She is too asleep to thank him.
Elves have arrived! Let's see what they have...a cedar cage with some pig tails and rope reeds on it, presumably to symbolise our trading...some wooden arms and armor (which is better than none)... berries...a deer...gnomeblight?...Strawberry wine!...a horse...a cougar!...more gnomeblight...seeds...a short skirt?!?!...Fisher berry wine!...a wolf!...Longland beer!...Swamp whiskey!
We don't have a lot to trade, but I
will get that booze and those critters.
I “accidently” dumped the deer and the cougar from the caravan before they got to the depot. I'll try to rig up some method of releasing, but the obvious ones don't seem to work.
Also, a fisher has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 14, 15
A farmer has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A fisher has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 15, 15
A bowyer has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 16, 15
The elves arrive at the trade depot. Iton is still “on break.”
A bowyer has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 17, 15
See that lever in the dining room, the red one?
Once it's complete, it'll close the front gate.
Felsite 18, 15
Iton has decided to trade.
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From the journal of Apasi Herotwig of the Cat of Immortals:
When my sister, Lema Glossedsystems, and I came here, everyone thought we were mad. We aren't. We intend to come, trade our wares, take the newest fashions and such, and go before they decide to kill us. Easy in, easy out, we make a fortune. Simple as that.
First we buy a sheep-wool cloak for three cages and a worm. I'm glad we got rid of that before it tainted our food supply. Next, a glove and a mitten for a wolf. They also bought a horse in exchange for an emerald cloak (I didn't know they knew how to make emerald dye! Good thing, Lema just lost hers.), a cap made from
giant cave spider silk, a giant rat leather mitten, and a leather shoe. Next, a pig tail fiber hood and a loincloth for a short sword, a helm, and two high boots. Next, for some swamp whiskey and a fine short sword, we bought a cap and a matching set of mittens.
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Trading's going good so far.
A bowyer was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 19, 15
We sell a sock and a bag for the commemorative chest (which will be put into one of my rooms) and a short sword.
A bowyer was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
We buy a shield for a mitten. It seems to slightly placate them.
Also, the beekeepers tell me that the hives need more space.
What does “Too many hives; output restricted” mean?
Felsite 20, 15
A fisher was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Felsite 21, 15
We trade some more: A hood for a gauntlet and a chest, then a cloak and a sock for a longsword. Then, more to make them go away than anything, we stole a crutch. They say they'll leave soon.
[This is the first time I've ever siezed someone's goods! Usually, though, I have more trade goods by now.]