Ingiz's Journal: 24th Hematite, 1051
Deon came by while I was smoothing the dining room floor to let me know I was now the expedition leader.
I don't particularily want to be the expedition leader. I'm a busy dwarf. After I get done smoothing everything, I've got a secret mining project in mind.
Since I don't have any time to keep track of the details of the fort, I have informed Deon that he has been delegated, well, just about everything. He will continue to be the resident psychiatrist, manager, broker, and bookkeeper as well as any other positions I may come up with in the future. As such he gets to keep his office, and I've claimed the one next to his.
All he needs to provide me with is occasional reports on the status of the fort and any interesting events that have happened.
Here's the first report:
He has also informed me that OmnipotentGrue has decided that his name is ridiculus. He wants to be called Grue McGee from now on.
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Deon's Report: 1st Galena, 1051
There hasn't been much to report lately. Work on the farms is progressing. They should be ready by autumn. Some skeletal dire wolves came by. We sat safely on the wall and watched them.
However, today two poor souls died.
These migrants arrived right next to a group of skeletal elephants. They had no chance. Grue McGee and Doompotato didn't even have time to make a bet about how long they would survive. It was less than three seconds if you were wondering.