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« on: September 15, 2008, 12:14:38 pm »
4th timber
Construction is slow, and I have the beginning of that new fever that has spread from
the west, the Spore fever. Apparently, the fever is due to some tiny demons that live on mushrooms
and cling to the spores. I am already hallucinating fantastic creatures and spending
long tracts of time comatose.
Wsfgl.
FWAAAAAA.
5th timber
And verily did the beasts pour from the far watch-house,
and the slimy creatures did swim 'pon the slimy river
WATER, WATER! All beginnings lie in the seas, as do
many middles and ends!
Why did the gods grant us only two arms and two legs?
On they pour from the river in their multitudinous terror!
*meaningless scribbles trail off into ink stains*
AND! AND! THE TERRIBLE CONNECTIVE!
6th timber
Regained some sanity today.
Construction is even slower due to the fever.
7th timber
And so the dwarves did sink to puddles of flesh once more, and
were remade in a new shape, all arms and eyes and chattering
teeth. O honour thy gods, for it is them who hold this power
over shape.
8th timber
My babblings grow less coherent by the day.
It would seem this disease goes in cycles, so I shall probably
go insane tomorrow.
Hm. There must be a way to avoid the fever.
I know! A cloth mask!
I shall issue them today!
9th timber
Success! Work goes on as normal, and it seems the masks work tolerably.
Some people around here have rather unusual pets, like elephants.
And Hydras.
The stone stocks are truly vast. I suspect our clerk of Obsessive-Compulsive disorder.
Yes, I admit, I am an advocate of this modern "medicine", and I wish it were
practiced more. We might have avoided the fever if we did.
10th timber
I have noticed I have been writing more frequently in recent weeks.
I have no idea why this is so, although I suspect it may be the spore fever
(ooc: actually, it's guilt for my crap updates and slowness.)
More slaughtering permits and orders today. I have recently employed the use
of a large rock salt stamp so I don't have to keep signing them.
12th timber
I have noticed that our stocks of plant based food near 2000 portions.
Our meat stocks remain level at around 350, our fish stocks have risen slightly
to 30 fish, and we have nearly 10,000 prepared meals.
I doubt we would eat all this in fifty years.
However, 1000 tankards of drink might not last that long, given the nature of dwarves.
Which reminds me, I need a drink.
Jools has stolen a large citrine. His word for it is "acquired".
13th timber
Our dungeon master also likes large cut gems, as he has taken
a large crystal opal. I admit, I would be tempted by such a stone.
I have also found the extent of Dresdor's bracelet fetish.
With so many strange habits, I am not surprised Jools dislikes him.
(I am not sure why he wants revenge on dresdor. He is a bit weird,
but fairly harmless.)
14th timber
Some work order for 30 cages is complete.
The start date is several years old.
15th timber
The walkway to the wall is finished, so we should be able to get to
the inaccessible walls and fortifications on the gatehouse.
In case this remains unfinished, I leave these instructions.
The walkway must be built to all the parts that cannot be accessed, then
taken down after the roof is finished.
16th timber
Bad news. Alligators have returned to the pond, although there is currently
nothing to collect from there. This may change soon. Kivish Mengbal has qualified as a farmer.
The top of the arch is covered with vomit due to the parties people have.
The first sun berries are ripening.
I shall enjoy this.
(also, the fort is running acceptably quickly. It's hardly 120 FPs, but
it's pretty good.)
18th timber
Today was dull.
19th timber
Today was so dull I ordered someone to look at the east side of our fort.
He drew me a picture. Most of it is a dense, neglected forest, populated by elephants. The wall on that side is also rather crooked, and in a different style
to the rest of the outer wall. Merchants got lost, apparently.
21st timber
Past two days were dull.
22nd timber
Today was absolutely incredible! Amazing!
Yes, I'm so bored I'm even attempting sarcasm in a journal
That only I am going to read until I die.
We also have 88 sunberry punnets, all ready to be turned into
the most amazing brew. I will not allow such a valuable
fruit to be simply cooked, especally with only
20 pints of sunshine left.
24th timber
the end of my rule becomes tantalisingly near.
Eight awful months, each day dragging on like a week.
For every amusing and interesting day, there have been perhaps fifty days of nothing, and three days of tragedy.
27th timber
Saw the bone stockpile today.
Truly terrifying. I rarely venture up into the levels of soil, if at all.
I actually spend most of my time digging in the mines.
A dwarf has claimed a carpenter's workshop.
If he dies, 16 dwarves will have died under my rule.
1st moonstone.
Winter has finally arrived.
I remember the giant calendar we had in the grand hall in my old mountainhome.
The material for every month laid out in a circle, highly polished.
All of it circled a great lake of magma. We needed the magma as well,
because we had proper winters up there. It doesn't even snow or
freeze here. It's still warm and humid.
I doubt I'll ever get back there now, what with the retirement order.
2nd moonstone
The walkway grows again, and I suppose the walls of the gatehouse may be finished before I leave. I am still worrying about the cartographers
and messengers that will come when I finish my rule.
The carpenter has begun his construction.
3rd moonstone
It is nearly a month since the spore fever struck, and according to other settlements in the reigion, it hs subsided. This is very good news.
