Oh shit, I could have sworn I posted an update today. Hahaha, my bad.
It's 11PM but I'll update anyway. Missing out on a premade with IRL friends in League of Legends though
Mitch; Tribe Leader of the Migrants
Chapter Four: Nubile Young Ladies
Work continues on reclaiming the bodies of the fallen; all other hauling has been turned off (well, just the stockpiles). I don't give a flying fuck if our breweries are crowded, so long as dwarfs get their booze and food.
13th Timber:And no flying fucks were given.
My fellow dwarfs have been asking me about the long lost mechanisms and axles of yesteryear. There's tunnels and axels going all over the place, I can't possibly know which ones they're talking about.
We have a dozen depots, I'll deal with them when they crash land into whichever one they plan on using.
Okay, the one outside. Safe? I do hope Olilioloero will get of his/her arse to trade our desecrated corpse crafts.
I managed to fix that fucking annoying 'I cannot find the baby corpse' graffiti that has been left all over my Overseer ledger. Forbid all bodies left in the 'quarry'. Man, that quarry would have left enough rocks to fuel a dwarf's architectural boner for centuries.
2nd Moonstone:I've left two notes in Migrantopia; one for the lever that controls the front door and one that controls the back. Even put my name on them, so now everyone will remember it was
me who did the impossible and took back Swordthunders. I will do what they said could not be done. I will be known across the world as a hero and a success. And lo' many nubile young ladies shall bear their tits in thy bedchamber, and mine member shall be most pleased.
Oliloiol managed to get to the depot in one piece (I was quite fearful, no one has stepped outside in months). Here's what I traded for:
- Raw and crystal glass (in case of moods)
- All 4 barrels of booze
- A bin of fibre, silk and leather (in case of moods)
Not a mighty haul, but what ever else we need we can either make or salvage from Swordthunders. Oilyolli isn't a great trader just yet; we got down 700 urists in that small trade. Perhaps in time, Oliollo shall be a master of mercantile. However, he makes a valuable adept stone crafter (not as good as me though).
We have run out of bodies, at least in the upper levels. Most of the ghosts are coming from the quarry or from bodies lost. This bodes eerily; I have been warned of demons that lurk in the Great Below. In time, we shall reclaim them, but for now I would like to make a home out of Swordthunders upper level. Every piece of furniture has been reclaimed, every crafting station, every piece of cloth and every stone. Stockpiles are being set up.
Ladies and gentlemen, dwarfs of all ages, Step the Second has been achieved. Swordthunders is mine. All Forgotten Beasts are either hiding below, or have been lost to time. Migrantopia is being evacuated and closed off (but shall serve as an emergency bunker in case of inevitable clumsy disaster). The overgrowth has been shaved, and our 17 dwarfs have taken beds.
This has been done in only 4 months, with only one casualty; to a ghost. Swordthunders is now cut off from the world and I can easily wait out my remaining year and a quarter. But where is the fun in that?