1st Granite, 217.Dear diary, as of today, I am taking over the rulings of JackBolt.
Yes, you heard me. Or whatever you books do. I, a humble peasant, have been so dutyful in my lever-pullings and chats with the other dwarves, that they decided to let me rule the place!
Okay, thats not completly true, after the dragon Osram came along on the 16th, you remember I wrote about that, Mr Ham has been reclusive, evasive and looks like he´s been thinking alot. Not that I've been stalking him or anything, or been able to since he´s been holed up all that time, but it sure seems strange.
And last night, he came into the dining hall, everyone was still celebrating the dragonslaying and I might have been a wee bit tipsy, when he bellows over the crowd: ANYONEWHOWANNABELEADERSAYWHAT!
But I'm sticking with the version where he chose me personally, if anyone asks.
My first day in charge I met with Bëmbul, the tax collector, Aban the hammerer, and Mosus, the mayor.
Apparently none of them had their proper dining rooms or anything like that!
Sure, I've heard them following Mr Ham down the corridors, endlessly blabbering about not having enough chests or they had to sleep in the mud, but I was blissfully unaware of how ANNOYING they could be!
First order of business is to get some more rooms dug out.
Some stonecrafter apparently had their own nice little dining room and office, even though they held no positions.
Oh well, mine now! I need an office to work at, after all!
Not that I needed all that, but heck, I am the manager, I know whats best here!
3rd of Granite, 217I heard rumors of spiders near the closed of chasm. Hopefully there are still some left there, for even though spiders in themselves are pretty icky, the silk can be a valuable export. I doubt these dwarves have the skills to make anything outta the silk though, dwarven fashion is not very popular by other races. I cannot see why.
Also, I am now officially known as an Administrator. I have a plaque on my desk and all. Its plated with gold and menaces with spikes of obsidian. And all I did was to tell them to brew booze.
4th Granite, 217Hired a couple of peasants to be miners. They are friends of mine, and will help finish the dinings rooms and offices, which I have placed on the nobles level, next to the farms. I'll let em complain if it smells.
Also, Mosus the mayor came along and told me the elves hated us for chopping down all the trees, and that we had been warned not to cut down any more of em.
Maybe we should work a bit more on our defenses, and train some further militarydwarves...
Cuz hell if some pointy eared dainty CANNIBALS are gonna babysit us like we are some kind of bearded children!
I mean, we could just expand the aboveground castle to house some siege weapons... I'll check with the mechanics.
...Oh hi Mosus, are you still here? Sorry, I was talking to my diar.. Myself. Talking to myself. Bye!
(...That was close, diary!)9th Granite, 217Designated digging to the chasm. I want that silk, and I want it NOW! I have arranged for it to be near catproof, since I heard some of the catowners here mention how their cats loved to eat the little things, and how cute that was. Little furry vandals!
15th Granite, 217Elves! This time they bring trade goods, and not complaints!
Not that I'm complaining...
Note: Mosus have been giving me weird looks since last week, and other dwarves are acting strange too. I hope it will pass.
19th Granite, 217I dont know if Mr Ham expected it, but we found a deep pit into the bottom of the earth, or close enough in any case!
And it seems like someone has been here before...
23th Granite, 217Traded some bullocks from the elves, been thinking about making clothes and dying them to give em some extra value... At least we have some dyes now.
Note: I have yet to be able to see Mosus in the eye. I think he is avoiding me.
20th Slate, 217One of the craftsdwarves complained of not reaching her young today, her screams could be heard far and wide. Apparently, Mosus, our mayor decided to put her to jail for not getting him giant rat leather stuff or something. I can -kinda- understand that, but... They left her kid when they arrested her, and the baby is now crying in the corridor where she was taken. God knows if the kid will make it. But then again, its a dwarven child.
26th Slate, 217We are no officially a duchy. Hooray, I guess. The count is now a duke. I will try and bribe the next caravan to bring good tidings to our queen about our fortress.
3rd Felsite, 217I have made plans for a road leading to the fortress. The smooth floors laid out were all well and good, but a nice blue road is what this fortress really needs! I hear the queen is very fond of roads...
But whats more important, it brings jobs and work for our dwarves! Too many are just sitting about, listlessly pulling levers and making babies! This needs to change!
4th Felsite, 217Our dwarves have found migrants approaching the fortress, despite the danger!
1 Animal caretaker
2 Butchers
7 Peasants
1 Clothier
2 Craftsdwarves
2 Woodworkers
1 Milker
1 Fish Cleaner
1 Weaver
1 Metalcrafter
2 Planter
1 Stoneworker
Why they are coming here, I can only hope to fathom. But we have plenty of food and booze so it should be fine.
12th Hematite, 217HUMANS! A diplomat at least.
And whould ya look at that! They brought friends! Gobbos!
And right after em too.
Well, whould ya look at that.
Dear diary, I will not waste ink om drawing human blood in you, so you will have to imagine it.
13th Hematite, 217The goblins are approaching. The army has been mobilised outside the gates.
16th Hematite, 217Uh... I think I slept over the gobbos attack... When I got out... Well, I wish I could paint ya a picture.
Apparently, two of the groups were slaughtered pretty instantly, and a third just took off at the sight. More junk in the yard, I will write down an order to melt down their equipment as soon as I can. I know you get jealous when I write in other books, dear diary, but you will have to understand that I have an important job now, and we all have to make do...
I'll be back later, diary, I need to get more red ink! Love you!
(There is a mark here that could have been made by something bearded that kissed the inky page.)
