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I call 4, under the name of Nozeri.

All right, give her a nice mix of swordsdwarf and carpenter for the days that she doesn't need to kill something.

[ January 03, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]

I'm in.

Xotes, Male, Wrestler/Grower, please.

[ November 25, 2007: Message edited by: Xotes ]

[ November 25, 2007: Message edited by: Xotes ]

My (near) fatality was when the marksdwarf I had brought along decided that the best thing to do was to bash horses with a crossbow. Her head, right lower arm and left upper leg were in the yellow before I noticed her. Fortunately, the horses left her alone after mangling her. It was mainly my fault for forgetting to bring bolts, though. Second one was when I breached a regular river one level below ground, and it flooded my mines. My guys got out fine, but still.

O Holy Crap, I think I blew my foot off... If you can tell who that's from, you get a cookie.

Neat little thing is that while I was writing Nozeri's entry, I had forgotten Xotes used a sword. Turns out I was quite lucky, eh?

Aw, damn... Now... I have a journal to write.

Nozeri's Log. Date: Unknown.

Dear Armok, everybody's gone insane! Mulch came at me with a cleaver saying something about hog meat. I managed to brain him with a nearby stone, but he was just knocked out. I stole his cleaver from him, retreating to my room to wright this. The door's locked, of course, but some psycho is bashing on it. I have Mulch's cleaver at the ready, which re-assures me.

The further pages are stained with blood

Nozeri's log.
I should... have known a cleaver... wouldn't have been much... of a match... for
a sword... The bastard took my hand... it hurts. it hurts.

There are no further entries.

OK, now that I know it's fine to post 'em, here's one.

Nozeri's Journal.
27th Obsidian, 1054.

Work on the new map of the fortress is going quite well. There are most likely some inaccuracies, but I'll catch 'em, like I always do. Still...

Also, I don't think Mulch is very stable, considering the way he looked at me earlier. Maybe he's wrong in the head? Bah, what am I talking about. He's a dwarf, and dwarves (except me, and maybe Penguino,) aren't very stable, mentally. Besides, we'd have to be like elves and get "Therapists" for crazies. Rule No. 1 of any fortress. THERE ARE NO THERAPISTS. If a dwarf is gonna go crazy, he'd better make something worthwhile enough to make it an object of legend, or, at the very least, have it menace with spikes.

Prison's enough for the fools who kill someone and don't make something from their corpse. It IS disturbing, though, when they make pants out of the nearest poor fool and WEAR it.

[ January 31, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]

Well, I call my second dwarf as a farmer. Xotes is good. He was from Rocksquid, and some human merchants directed him here. Revolutionary is right, though.

EDIT: Oh. Well, he'll just be in the military then. I'll just pretend his skills as farmer atrophied over years of lack of use.

[ December 24, 2007: Message edited by: Xotes ]

[ December 24, 2007: Message edited by: Xotes ]