Horray, I'm a miner :D
I noticed this though: "complained about the lack of a well lately" We don't have an indoor well set up to get water from?
I may be going a tad overboard with the Human Ignorance thing, but no. We have no well, besides the dam the river has been manipulated in no way, and we only brew for the short period of time the river is frozen in winter.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 19th Opal, Year Two:
I've noticed Seran has been acting oddly lately. He refuses to talk to anyone, and rapidly carries objects of various importance and relevance to the leatherworks.
Today is notable because he stopped grabbing objects and locked himself in the leatherworks today. After talking to Jack, he gave me a list of objects missing from the stocks that he chalked up to Seran taking:
One Uncut Turquoise.
One Stone Block (Leftover from the construction of the wall)
One Turtle Shell
One Iron Bar
Three Stacks of Leather.
On the topic of leather, our leather stocks have dipped into the negatives recently. We've officially cancelled leather goods production as a result. In order to restock, we've begun to butcher excess livestock, which has resulted in another crisis as we run out of space to store the bones.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 9th Obsidian, Year Two:
After somehow going twenty consecutive days withiout food or drink, Seran emerged today completly physically healthy.
Mentally healthy, however...
He emerged wearing an elaborate, and somewhat scary mask, which he now refuses to take off.
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According to Jack, if we could ever get it off him and sell it, it would be worth a whopping $21,600, which is both amazing and creepy.
Two things here:
This is actually the most valuble artifact i've ever gotten, this thing is off da hook, yo.
Seran did not get legendary leatherworker, he got legendary tanner.
The Events of The 11th Obsidian, Year Two:
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Looking onward towards the dam pictured above, almost every living being in Pethitirum came to watch the event.
The river was thawing, it was time to see if the dam would hold up.
As te call from above was shouted that the river had officially achieved liquid state, everyone leaned in a little closer, listening for any sound.
The walls groaned and creaked for a few of the scariest moments of their collective lives, before settling into consistency.
A cheer was let out from the crowd, filled with joy that the dam had held.
The dam, built for no particular reason and serving no particular purpose, had held.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 1st Granite, Year Three:
So Two Years are in the books. Unlike most entries, nothing of interest actually happened today, but I did ask Jack to summarize out status for me:
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Unlike last year, where the year's end signified our glorious triumph, this year's end seems more like a slap in the face that we still have five years to go.
(So next update will come with a spiffy new title.)
(Once again, sorry Dwarfman for not getting you in, like Dogman, i'm waiting for something to happen before I throw you in.)
(I messed around in the raws a little to see if I could get dwarves to start trading again, we'll see if it works in the fall.)
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 1st Hematite, Year Three:
As predicted by our healthcare provider, Rud is now almost fully healed and has been cleared to resume normal soldiering duty.
Just in time, too, as it appears the glassmaker's tale was true, and our latest zoological foe is a pack of wild equis eckeus horses.
Unlike more dangerous foes, Rud and Seran have adopted the strategy of herding the horses away from the fort without hurting them, which seems to be working well enough.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 9th Hematite, Year Three:
The constant attacks on our fortress has led me to believe that even with Rud and now Seran to fight invaders, we need more ways to keep them from entering it.
The obvious solution would be more doors, so I ordered the idiots in masonry to see if they could make some.
Then I remembered i'm a mason and did it myself.
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 13th Hematite, Year Three:
An Ambush, Curse Them!
They were spotted atop the hills to the West, extremly lucky for us, that we saw them before they could get into position.
In addition to Seran and Rud, I grabbed my pick to join the fight, and Saya decided to tag along for reasons unknown.
The ambush party consisted of 10 pikemen, a single crossbowman, and a single axeman. It was difficult to tell who led the ambush, but easy to tell who led our forces.
Rud charged ahead of everyone else, ignoring the bolts flying past him and beginning to decimate those poor goblins dumb enough to get near him.
Seran didn't come with us, he went around North, preferring to take out those that hadn't pressed forward when spotted instead of trying to cut them off.
The battle was anticlimacticly easy, so I was able to gather a kill count for each of us.
Rud killed five, all pikegoblin.
I killed two, including the axegoblin.
Saya only had one kill, but it was possibly the most important, near the beginning of the fight, she either snuck around the goblins, or bashed through them, and killed the crossbowgoblin.
Seran, even though alone and facing four, managed to kill two before the other two left, seeing the others had been killed and reinforcements were arriving for us.
Not that it was one battle, as it seems i've inferred, the proverbial cops and robbers game lasted two days, ending almost the moment that the human merchants arrived.
The Events of The 15th Hematite, Year Three:
The Human caravan arrived at the scene eerily close to the moment that the goblin ambush was defeated, possibly caused by the attacking force weakening the goblin chokehold on the areas around Lacywaves.
Regardless, the caravan this year was massive in size, requiring three full-fledged wagons and eight single-animal transports to bring it all.
As such, Jack was not surprised to learn there was no way that their crafts would be enough to purchase everything in the caravan like they had done with the Elves.
"The whooole way was empty man." said one of the merchants, talking about the trip to Pethitirum, "Like the goblins just gave up left."
"Could it possibly be related to the ambush party that attacked us a few days ago?"
Startled, and seeing another oppurtunity to make a quick profit, quickly asked, "You guys got ambushed?"
"Yeah." Jack answered, "Turned out fine though, killed 'em all off."
"Well get yer ass outta here and come back with that goblin armor, boy! I'll pay top dollar for it."
Rushing off, he and almost everyone else proceeded to work on the tedious process of moving every piece of goblin clothing to the Depot.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 17th Hematite, Year Three:
That thresher i've been mentioning, shes the new mayor.
After swiftly taking over my office and dining room, her first order of business was to demand the construction of three Low Boots. She apparantly has some sort of fetish for low boots.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 22nd Hematite, Year Three:
Some kid got kidnapped, it wasn't Postle, just some immigrant kid, so I don't really care.
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 6th Malachite, Year Three:
Well, the 21 days of constantly hauling goblin armor has payed off, Jack was not only able to purchase everything of even remote use from the merchants, but was also able to purchase all of our crafts back.
The armorsmiths finished making the low boots or our new mayor of unknown origin. She responded by immieadtly ordering three more be made.
Atleast she'll have an even number now.
Your Opponent casts Spell: Soul Calibur IV!
It Hits You directly!
You are unable to update!
Good work so far! i like how the story is going so i will humbly ask for a dwarf
Engraved in the post is a picture of a human and a point, the human is missing the point.
Also, I need to know if you want a crossbow, or a regular one, because human's use both, and the difference could save your life.
Naw, i'm kidding, but you and DwarfMan have yet to arrive, you'll see why in the update.
Excuse the delay, there were some technical difficultuies on my part. I also messed around in the raws (unrelated) and got dwarven caravans trade with us.
From The Journal of Genam Nolastname, 19th Malachite, Year Three:
The Caravan left today, minus one trade baroness, who has yet to meet with Jack.
I think he's stalling, whilst the baroness follows him around, patiently waiting for him to find some spre time, he quickly jumps from "cookin' up some fine cuisine" to "butcherin' another horse" with no delay.
My office was, and still is, rather bare, so I had Kupe and two masons each come in and ingrave a picture on my wall.
I have the strangest feeling that they don't like me:
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One of the masons scartched a picture of a fire demon on my wall, and Kupe made "A rendition of a cool looking picture of a tree I saw once."
One of them was relativly normal atleast, and drew a picture of the first seven arriving here. I ordered one of the ones I didn't recognize to be smoothed out and replaced with myself.
Ever since that engraving was made i've been paranoid out of my mind that it foreshadows HFS.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 24th Malachite, Year Three:
Our dam seems to be working for whatever it was intended to do. The entire river North of the dam is now about knee-deep, while the Southern part is unaffected.
Almost immieadtly after the armorers finished Genam's second mandate for low boots, she ordered three more be made, which causes a problem:
She always orders them in groups of three, whilst the armorers always make them in pairs, so we always have one wasted.
Jack finially regained his manhood and went through with the meeting with the baroness, though I can see why he would be afraid. She wears a turban, tunic, and slacks, all covered in various degrees of blood and omit, or maybe that was Jack, it was hard to tell.
"The rocks you mine here are well-known back home, and a prized possession once only available from dwarves, earrings in particular are soaring in value. Not to mention..." The baroness seemed to regret saying it, "soap is now extremly valuble."
She looked outside the office, towards the passing soap maker, who tried to make a subtle wink, but came off looking like a bee had sting him in the eye.
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 6th Galena, Year Three:
"Bizmuth Bronze? You want them to make you stuff out of BIZMUTH BRONZE!?"
"Yes." Our mayor for what looks like will only be one year, Genam had told me to tell them metalsmiths to make three bizmuth bronze items.
"What IS Bizmuth Bronze? How is it made? Do we even have it?"
"I don't know. I don't know, and I don't know." She answered, "All I know is it has a cool name, and I want something made out of it."
When I told the metalsmiths, they said we had actually purchased some bizmuth bronze from the caravan. Thats probobly how she found out about it.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 15th Galena, Year Three:
Rhesus Macque, about six of them started causing a ruckus outside today.
After the initial panic that occurs untill Rud and Seran arrive, it's quite entertaining to watch the things get run down and decapitated, they hide, wait for the two axemen to leave, them try and rush out again and get slaughtered.
One of the dogs stationed at the entrance killed a stray that tried to sneak in, too.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 1st Limestone, Year Three:
Autumn, my favorite season. I caught Genam working on taking down the old auxillary still and putting up a new workshop for the farmers today. I was happy to see her helping with work, untll I learned she had ordered three more low boots be made.
The workshop I mentioned is mainly for the cheesemaker, we have no means of producing milk on our own but he does process what be purchase into delicious cheese.
Maybe it's the name, but I refuse to drink anything called (or eat anything made from) "Dwarven Milk".
The Events of The 5th Limestone, Year Three:
Approximatly twenty miles North of Lacywaves a procssion of immigrants marched along at the bottom of a valley which led into the nearby plains where the fortress was built.
Leading the group was a man wearing a purple tunic and robe, accessorized by a hat of a slightly brighter shade of purple. By this description alone he was either a noble or, a fruit, or both.
Suddenly, the call went up, "AMBUSH!"
The lead man, a dungeon master quickly found himself alone and surrounded by goblins. Out of fear and desperation, he drew his knife, if nothing else to live a few seconds longer.
Thump
The sound of five or so goblins collapsing to the ground, projectiles sticking out of the back of their heads.
Roaring, another man, wielding an axe charged into the circle of goblins, quickly tearing one apart before moving on to the next.
For the next minute or so, nothing could be seen inside the cloud of dust and blood, and nothing could be heard except the screams of goblins. As the cloud finially parted, standing next to the Dungeon Master, amidst a field of goblin corpses, were Flint and Jenkum, his loyal bodyguards.
(Flint and Jenkum arrive in the upcoming immigrant wave, as should the dungeon master.)
Once again, excuse the delay.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 10th Limestone, Year Three:
The Dwarven Caravan arrived today for the first time. Although they had no underground seeds, Jack was able to get tons of gems, wood, and various exotic food including something called "Rock Nuts".
I also had the pleasure of meeting with the liason, he was an odd fellow, and the conversation went something like this:
Liason: Hello!
Liason: You've carved out quite a nice place for yourselves.
Liason: Goodbye!
Thats it, thats all, no discussion of trade agreements.
The Events of The 17th Limestone, Year Three:
"AMBUSH!"
In the hills East of Lacywaves, just South of the chasm, a group of speargoblins, with a smaller group of knife-wielding thieves lagging behind, appeared.
Rud and Seran were quickly sent out, and met their foes, blades in hand.
It was swift and decisive, as the speargoblins were killed as fast as they coulsd run up to the men. ho then proceeded to charge down towards the chasm, to kill off the thieves.
Unfortunatly, against the wishes of the soldiers, several people kept up behind the battle, watching eagerly, and now sttod at where the ambush initially occured.
A few more hidden speargoblins sprung from their hiding spot, surrounding the civialians, cut off from their protection.
The cowardly ones immieadtly ran away, whilst the braver ones, led by Genam, who carried her baby with her, attempted to fight them untill help could arrive.
Rud and Seran were able to quickly arrive and dispatch the goblins, but not before one had managed to kill Genam, and found that her baby, only able to crawl a meter or so away after her mother had been stabbed, was also dead, impaled through the heart.
So after the ambush, I caught wind of Saya fighting an Elk, recorded it, and uploaded it.
http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/movie-796-sayafightsanelk (http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/movie-796-sayafightsanelk)
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 23rd Limestone, Year Three:
I swear there's something wrong with this place, today, a Clothier named Uso entered a mood similar to what four before her have.
It's been reported she took some cloth, nine cow bones, and a bottle of dye I didn't know we had to start with.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 1st Sandstone, Year Three:
It seems that every death brings on a new life; 13 days after Genam and her child died, San Icesithra, a woodcutter, and her husband, Dasmir, gave birth to their first child.
They named him Rushan ((Which sounds eerily similar to Russian)).
Use also finished her little project without incident. She named it, Ennapairo, or Talksplit, and it's a headscarf.
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Jack values it at $10,200, and it's quite fashionable, aswell.
Finially, Genam was buried today, along with her child. She liked Bizmuth Bronze, so we used some of the leftover bars to make a statue which watches over her coffin.
It does raise the question of who will become the new Mayor, but that can wait.
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 3rd Sandstone, Year Three:
Campaigning for the position of Mayor has begun to heat up, Ori is the favorite, but she was when Genam won, too.
I was on break in te back of Food Storage, when I noticed something Jack had cooked up awhile back:
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Rat Fat, mixed with horse Fat, in a biscuit?
No wonder it hasn't been eaten yet.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 10th Sandstone, Year Three:
Idil, Rud's wife, gave birth to theie second child, Dasar, today. I'd congradulate them, but i'm afraid I might jynx it.
In some rare coincidence, I sent Kupe and Dee down to do some exploratory mining, and in one 15x15 plot, they've found:
White Chalcedony
Lace Agate
Sardonyx
Fire Agate
and Limonite
Needless to say Xern is ecstatic. Rud was beat up pretty badly today, hes fione now, but Seran says he was within an inch of his life while sparring today.''
Merchants also left, no idea why they stayed so long.
The Events of The 15th Sandstone, Year Three:
The group immigrating to Lacywaves sat around their campfire, eating dinner. They had only packed for the trip there, so this was almost all that was left of their supplies.
The Dungeon Master was giving a speech inbetween bites, "So, with me at the stead, I figure we can ride it out through the remaining four or so years and become famous! Or atleast, me, Jenkum, and Flint will, none of you are really that important."
Sometime during this, a thump and rustling of the nearby bushes was heard. Jenkum, going to investigate, discovered a goblin sprawled out and killed, a massive hole was pierced through his chest, and he was covered in webbing.
The unmistakable sign of a Giant Cave Spider.
"Everyone! Drop your food and run! We need to get out of here, ASAP!"
"And abandon all this food?" Began the Dungeon Master, "You expect me to walk the rest of the way on an empty stomach?"
"Would you rather have your food and die, or abandon the camp and live?"
"I would rather have my food!" The discussion was over, and the party, minus the Dungeon Master, proceeded on towards Lacywaves, whilst our arrogant noble friend sat smugly, overjoyed he would have all the food the others hadn't finished yet.
((You two get your profiles now:
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Echo, you know the drill "waiting for something to happen, it hasn't happened yet."
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 17th Moonstone, Year Three:
What.
The.
Hell.
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Thors the new mayor.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 19th Moonstone, Year Three:
The river finially froze today. Well, some of it did. Everything North of the dam is about as dry as a fire.
The recent attack that killed two has caused a massive uproar about our safety should we be attacked from the South. The masons refuse to build a wall within a healthy distance of the moat, citing it as being "too close to the edge."
We've had to resort to walling off the old dining room exit, digging out a new one, and building a wall a good ten or so meters away from the moat.
It's nowhere near finished yet, but atleast it's using up all the stone blocks.
From the Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 9th Opal, Year Three:
Jenkum broke his right arm sparring, as it appears he hasn't quite caught up to Rud and Seran yet. He doesn't have a place of his own, so we keep him on a makeshift bed inside the barracks. It was REALLY bad timing though, as the river just froze and it's a bad idea to give liqu lick booze to people with bad injuries like that.
One of the Furnace Operators got pretty excited about something or other, his name is "Dasult Sonoahdo" and that alone gives away that he's from one of the..."Eastern" towns.
Having nothing better to do I watched him carry various objects from the surface to the workshop normally used for making Flint's bolts and generally getting rid of all the bones we have.
Rock, Rock, Rock, Leather, Shell, Log...
He came out with these.
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Isepisi-somethingmawotsit
He claims that they're earrings, but they're as big and clumsy as their name, so I don't know who would wear them.
"Back home, beeg earrings were veeeeeeeeeery valyuble. beeg earrings meant beeeeg monies"*
I just stopped talking to him after that.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 12th Opal, Year Three:
It appears Spring has come early! Islas and Sana, one our veterinarian and the other a farmer, have given birth to Pethitirum's thrid child.
I think it's the third, my memories a tad hazy, but I DO know that this one is named "Ad"
Similarly one of our immigrated children, Beru, became a full grown adult today. When I went to congradulate her parents, I only found one listed, her mother, Pado.
I searched all up-to-date records for any sign of someone named Pado, but couldn't actually find any trace of such a person.
Then it hit me:
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Pado died in that ambush.
Beru is an orphan.
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*I'd like to formally apologize to Sean and any other Russians on the forums for that horrible stereotypical Russian accent.
Thor must die before he can make demands for adamantine items x57
It's been bothering me that i'm still using .38c, whilst other forts are upgrading to newer, shineyer, versions.
If anyone here has an opinion as to if I should or not, feel free to speak up.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 10th Obsidian, Year Three:
We'd known that our brewing was insufficient, and that the best Jack and the others could do was stall the inevitable dehydration long enough for the river to thaw.
It was a success, as the news today was announced that the southern part of the brook had now melted enough to become drinkable again.
Not being able to sustain us as is, i'm sure i'm not the only one who would rather die of dehydration than drink whatever exactly it is that Jack tries to pass off as a brew.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 21st Obsidian, Year Three:
I was confronted by one of the craftsmen, who told me that we've run out of cloth to make goods with; Jack confirmed this.
This does present a problem, as cloth goods are essentially the only export me make that wouldn't offend the elves, who arrive in a few weeks. We still have the option of spinning cloth out of the webs that the only remaining denizens of the chasm, cave spiders, constantly produce. However, thats a painfully slow process, often taking several days to produce a single bolt, while the crafters easily use five or so a day.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 1st Granite, Year Four:
Fourth year, booya!
Jack's official status report:
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and the map:
http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/map-3472-lacywaves (http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/map-3472-lacywaves)
As for actual production news, Jenkum's been told he'll be fighting-ready in a week or so. We've also begun work on two more actual tombs, thugh who they're for is yet to be decided. While digging out one, we struck White Chalcedony, which by my count is the 18th vein of gems alone that we've struck since we arrived here.
I'm not sure why we're using spoiler tags to talk aout Thor.
I'm pretty sure we won't need any, "accidents", since Thor doesn't seem the type to make many construction mandates, or really make that many mandates at all. So I guess the best I can do is hope he get replaced this year. No offense, Thor.
Recently, Pethitirum has been heavily troubled by mountain goats. They would position themselves atop The Southern Wall, belching and bleating at those below.
They seemed to get the hint, and caused no disturbances when the elves arrived, caravan in tow.
The goblins however, had other plans, as two ambush parties, one to the South and one to the North, arrived almost simultaniously with the caravan.
The southern group, consisting of a party of bowgoblins similar to those who attacked there before, found The South Wall to be a small obstacle, opting to climb to the hills anf fire down on the roofless fortress.
Luckily, though many, including Ravus, Jill, and Xern came within inches of their lives, only a single, unnamed peasant was killed, or even hit as a result of this ambush, untill a small militia, consisting of Kupe and a few others not in the military but still able to fight, managed to arrive and dispatch them.
The northern ambush party, a group of macemen, was the main focus of the actual, four-man military. Of those four, Seran and Jenkum were not able to arrive in time for the battle, and Flint missed near every shot, save for one or two which may have hit some goblins hand.
Rud alone, brandishing Ejel's axe, wearing his haunted amulet, charged into the fray and was almost entirely responsible for the deaths of each and every one of them.
After the attack, the military group was put on high alert, and stationed outside the depot during the trading process.
The Events of The 11th Granite, Year Four:
The elves were almost as famous for their pitifully small caravans as they were for their vegetarian lifestyle. So it was painfully easy for the craftsmen of Pethitirum to produce goods superior enough to buy the entire supply without using so muich as a tenth of the supply of cloth goods alone.
With plenty of goods to spare, Jack spent a good deal of time looking around the caravan's load, for anything else of value to purchase, when he came across an interesting object.
A cage, made of wood of unknown origin, contained a fullgrown, human woman.
Although seemingly very pretty, the look was ruined by dirty, unkempt hair, various scars, and a look of pure scorn aimed at the direction of the elven merchants.
"We caught this infidel in the borders of elven lands" began the merchant, when he noticed the girl had caught Jack's eye, "Beating an elk to death with a hammer no less. Naturally, we took the death-dealer prisoner."
The woman in the cage stood up and began to shake the cage furiously, screaming at the elf.
"If you want her, i'd gladly sell her to you, as she isn't exactly great company."
"Although I don't condone slavery" answered Jack, "but our fortress is in desperate need of those skilled with a weapon, and I would pay any price to liberate a fellow human being".
So for the price of an extra bin of cloth earrings, Lastta Usuusel, nicknamed "Echo" for the way she screams with delight whenever she completes a task, became an official member of the Pethitirum military service.
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Forgot to rename you before I took the shot, sorry.
Obviously, the elves didn't REALLY have a hammerwoman in a cage, but it sure sounds cool.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 14th Slatye, Year Four:
Construction began tody on one of anywhere up to four lookout towers from which the area surrounding our little fortress can be viewed while still being behind its safe walls. Progress is fast, and I expect this one to be completed by the end of next month.
Since our fortresses jewlers have had (and still do have) pitifully little to do here, I asked one of the setters to encust a gem into a piece of furniture at random:
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Never doing that again.
The Events of The 2nd Felsite, Year Four:
It was Flint's wife, who stirred him from his sleep. Not haing to spar with the others, he was subject to a much less strict training schedule, which essentially meant more time for sleeping.
"Jenkum said to get up to the surface, it's important!"
Worried that the golins had begun a full-scale assault, he grabbed his crossbow and hurried to the top, where he found a familiar face.
A group of immigrants, a large one at that had arrived, and leading them, with his clothes badly torn and his face unwashed, was The Dungeon Master.
Seeing his former bodyguards standing before him, he smiled, and said only, "Gentlemen." before walking inside to begin registration.
Thanks for the suppot, y'all.
It's, "Supposed" to start off as a barony, then become a County, right?
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 18th granite, Year Five:
Our oh-so powerful mayor, Islas, has demanded we create three Long Skirts. She says it's to celebrate something in our glorious history, but the only thing I can find that happened today is Seran's Draft, and I fail to see the connection.
Our Siege Engineer says we could expand the wall by building up a walkable space there, might even stick some catapult on for good measure.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 30th granite, Year Five:
Well, The Honor System obviously isn't working, as Keth isn't going to walk into jail by his own free will. As such, Rud was temporarily given the authority to forcibly drag Keth to his chains, in a room more extravagent than most citizens have.
On the subject of being cruel to stupid things, to account for the sheer mass of animals spawning here, we've had to set up a second Butcher's Shop and Tanner to accomodate.
Naturally, these are made of the blood-stone.
Islas and Sana had another kid today, which makes me wonder what exactly started the craze for putting sexual innuendo in children's names.
First Xaked, now Puck.
You know what I mean.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 27th Slate, Year Five:
It came without warning, but it wasn't goblins.
It was something far worse.
Looking over into the gaping hole leading towards our fortress, were The Four Horsemen themselves: The Tax Collector, Hammerer, Countess and her Consort. (Named Ape, Atir, Das, and Didde respectivly)
With them came A Mason, Two Farmers, Three Peasants, Two Woodworkers, A Cheesemaker, A Fishery Worker, A Milker, A Brewer, A Metalsmith, A Fish Cleaner, A Pump Operator, A Cook, A Soap Maker, and a Miner.
This would almost be fine by itself, except two children were also born today:
Tikbo of Ithros and Urwa
and Botow of San and Dasmir
So now our population is at 140, which by law means we're now a Duchy, not a County. (Which means even more expensive rooms for our new Noble Guests)
Needless to say, we're putting some of our minign shafts to use making them into rooms for the nobles, but it's going to get worse before it gets better:
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Prepare to shed a manly tear.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 1st Limestone, Year Five:
Autumn mainly serves to signal the coming of the Dwarves and Winter, now. Though quite a few people who got pretty badly beat up are now walking, and even working now. Rud's been told not to fight untill he heals completly, but he's up and about, as is most everyone except Thor.
It does raise the question of what will become of Jenkum and Echo's armor, it'd be a dishonor to melt it down, and we can't just leave it there.
The obvious choice is to put someone else in it, but we need volunteers.
The Events of The 11th Limestone, Year Five:
Atop the hills surrounding Lacywaves, a dwarven diplomat allowed himself to crack a smile, knowing he had arrived at the fabled human fortress. Something was odd about the scene, as if something were missing.
That something was the caravan, the diplomat had come alone.
Jack, having a hard time speaking after having his body horribly disfigured, passed on the meeting duties to The Duchess.
From The Journal of Kupe Evholkan, 17th Limestone, Year Five:
Apparantly my informants from The Surface World have decieved me, they told me a week or so ago that the diplomat had already arrived, but Flint, when I asked him about his patrol route, said the caravan and liason arrived today.
After slowly training myself to use natural light again, I was able to head upstairs and see that both were correct, a "diplomat" had arrived earler, apparantly trying to pass himself off as the liason. For Shame.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 18th Limestone, Year Five:
Jack's finally got use of his voice box again, and can trade with the caravan, though it seems more like The Four Horsemen are doing the trading, as they've set down very specific rules:
All of the caravan's stock of these items must be purchased, and no such instances of Pethitirum's stock of these items may be sold to exiting caravans:
Bolts, of any type.
Barrels, of any type.
Electrum, in any form.
Trifle Pewter, in any form.
The Events of The 26th Limestone, Year Five:
Though Rud was still on forced vacation, Seran and Flint stood vigilantly near the depot. Thus, they were able to respond quickly, and order everyone to flee, as a group of bowgoblins, led by a speargoblin, appeared to the West, far too close for comfort.
The third bolt fired (by the goblins, for they seemingly had longer range than Flint) flew straight on at a farmer named Lapip. For reasons that may never be known, inches from Lapip and her child's face, the bolt stopped in mid-air, and dropped harmlessly to the ground.
Others were not so lucky, the Western door's guard dog took two bolt to the face, and lay still.
In what could only be called a terrifying twist of fate, the West door had been left open, and bolts from goblins who noticed flew inside, striking an innocent in the leg. It is unknown how many would've been hurt or killed, had one brave bonecarver not stood in the doorway, spreading himself widely as possible, taking every single bolt that attempted to fly, continuing to make his valiant stand long after a bolt pierced his lung, and after the battle, he still lived.
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(His Upper Body was mangled aswell.)
It is unknown why he chose not to simply shut the door, but it was heroic nonetheless.
In a possibly poor strategic decision, both Seran and Flint focused first on the speargoblin, with Flint pinning him down with a shot to the leg whilst Seran approached and beheaded the beast.
Almost immieadtly after the leader died, a hail of bolts....bolted towards Seran. He took several gruesome shots to the arms and legs, but continued to hobble towards the goblins, knowing even in this state he could kill any of them at close range.
Flint, on the other hand, did quite well to start of, his first three bolts fired at the bowgoblins each struck a vital, killing them instantly. The rest hit arms or legs, knocking them over and generally preventing them from further mauling Seran.
Seran atlast reached the Southernmost three goblins, demolishing them all and forcing the goblins to begin to retreat, this mysteriously coincided with Flint's last bolt striking a goblin's leg, forcing him to the ground, unable to move while his cowardly comrades abandoned him.
Seeing that Pethitirum was safe for now, Seran allowed himself a smile, and collapsed onto the ground, dead from bloodloss, and only lasting as long as he did on raw willpower.
Engraged by Serans death, or just disliking goblins in general, Flint charged at the wounded goblin, intending to bash its head in with his crossbow. Just as he arrived in melee range, a bolt, possibly from the wounded goblin himself,appeared in Flint's chest. He dropped his crossbow, and wondered aimlessly, getting a few meters away before falling over and drawing his last breath.
Amidst the chaos, Rud found his way outside, he walked at a casual pace, in the general direction of movement-impaired goblin, who, even if he could move, was frozen with fear.
It is possible that the sight of what happened just then was even more disturbing than seeing Seran and Flint drop to the ground. Grinning from ear to ear as he approached, the unfortunate green wreck, he slowly raised his axe, and even more slowly, lowered it down onto the creature's head, neatly cutting him in half, all while stating, in a loud clear voice, an accurate description of the goblin he was maiming:
In addition to the typical goblin features, this one in particular has a massive wart on his right eyelid, a black tattoo-like stripe running along the length of his left arm, and is bald save for a short pigtail.
I backed up the save, so if anyone wants me to revert and try for a less violent outcome, let me know.
The Events of The 27th Sandstone, Year Five:
Rocks, rocks!
They've been taking my rocks!
Are my rocks safe, no, they're never safe.
My rocks...
Xern had been acting erracticly ever since his considerable stockpile of magnetite started getting tapped into. This reached a climax when he violently evicted someone working in a masonry shop, and began to fortify it.
Rud, who had just killed a particularly clumsy goblin babysnatcher, was stationed outside, waiting for what would happen next. He knew this almost never ended in violence, but decided to play it safe.
Before he emerged, Xern's booming voice could be heard outside, grabbing the attention of those getting a drink nearby.
"Behold! I have created The Ultimate Defense!
None shall take my precious rocks now, haha!"
The door burst open, in its place was... another door.
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A $33,600 door to be precise.
The door itself has stopped noone from going in and taking stuff, but it sure looks nice.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 3rd Timber, Year Five:
I had to do it, you have to believe me.
Before you condemn it, hear me out:
It started off fair enough, The Hammerer, I don't even remember her (or was it a he?) name. Dragging down, "criminals" who were, "responsible" for the amulet debacle, giving them a few hammerstrikes, and leaving them to sit in the jail, a tad beat-up, for a few months.
She He She snapped somewhere along the line, stopped just punishing the criminals, and started murdering them.
First Lapip, first strike caved her chest in. I dismissed it, accidents happen, and she would be missed, I even told her him her to soften up a bit.
She didn't, Another went down, I forget his name, and then Or.
The final straw was Ip, the gemcutter that made the perfect gem. She was insane, but she was also a mother. I watched it happen, Ip dropped her baby, begging for the little child to run away, before the hammerer set upon her.
By the third strike she was dead.
I refused to allow anyone else to be hurt:
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I sealed the door.
Ip's child Aquos, and some stoneworker are trapped in there with that...thing, I can only hope they manage to survive longer than It does.
There's no turning back now.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 18th Timber, Year Five:
At long last, Tikes, the bone carver who took all those arrows, was relieved from his constant pain, and passed on.
We had forseen this, and prepared a tomb to honor his heroic spirit.
Noone seems to notice or care that It went missing, though when I pass by, I can hear the constant Thwump of It trying to break out.
I've asked Rud to take position as Sheriff, and asked the miners to make a seperate jail.
From The Journal of Ori Gasomanoth, 8th Moonstone, Year Five:
Rud is unsettlingly efficient in his dispensement of justice, since recieveing his position, and the Hammerer's office/dining room/bedroom, he has done nothing but go through his long list, imprisoning some, and beating others.
His beatings are a sign of his raw strength, but he is not mad, he does not use his axe, opting for his fists instead. The beated usually just recieve several bad bruises that heal up quickly.
Just once however, he punched a bit too hard, and his fist drove clean through the unfortunate soul's stomach, killing him instantly.
It's going to be a long Winter.