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« on: December 11, 2008, 11:39:23 am »
Diary of Korgan Razorrivers, 7th of Malachite.
Given some of the stuff that's happened here, it would probably be a good idea to write down how my life is going.
Which is not good. Or, atleast, it could be going an Armok-load better. First I get hit around by a bunch of Armok-damned troglodytes because Fireheart had forgotten to assign proper security while I had gone out to make sure we got, oh I dunno, bloody safe access to the brook! I was lucky I escaped with just a moderate wound to my arm! Then there was the incident today where he had told me to slowly start removing the support pillars over the Trade Depot. While its true the humies were a bunch of slow bastards, it hardly qualifies for getting their head caven in by rocks. Thats never a nice way to go. Also, why the hell is the Trade Depot above ground? Any dwarf with respect for himself would've just dug out a room inside the fort and some ramps leading down there. We don't have to go outside that way and we can annoy the merchants further by having them travel longer, heheh. Besides, thats a lot easier to defend and trap.
On a more positive note, I did get to be in charge of a new project. Securing the magma pipeline. Even better, Wok killed one of the imps, so maybe they'll think twice about attacking us...yeah, right. At any rate, I do so hope to get my hands on some magma-proof stones so I can make some grates for the pipeline. This way, we can keep out any nasty stuff that may be in the magma. Also, I recently got taken off from mechanics duties, since one of the migrants turned out to be a mechanic of sorts, so thats all good. I guess. We do get to work together quite a lot and I guess he's a nice enough guy. Although that self-proclaimed job title of his, Chaos Lord, scares me a bit. I hope thats not chaos involving traps. I'll be keeping an eye on him.
Urgh, I need some wine...