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From the Diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 27th of Hematite, 1052.

We found it... The Legendary Ore!

This.. This makes up for everything! Who cares if there's life here? There's Adamantine!

Everyone! Stop what you're doing and mine! I don't care if you don't have picks, use your bare hands!

From the Diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 21st of Galena, 1052.

Today we pierced through the magma sea, in our vein of Adamantine!
This is glorious! I can only imagine where it will lead us.
Perhaps the core of the world itself is Adamantine?!



From the Diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 28th of Galena, 1052.

Oh Tobul... That's not Adamantine! Quick! Kill it with magma!



Many years later, engraved into the walls of an abandoned fort, again and again, are the words:

WE DUG TOO DEEP.
WE DUG TOO DEEP.
WE DUG TOO DEEP.

Okay, so should I start a new thread for the new fort?

Should I still call it Fortune Arch? ('Cause I do like the name.)

Ugh, there's nothing on the third floor either. Should I just start over? I think this map is glitched or something.

From the Diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 19th of Hematite, 1052.

Our scout has failed.

If only I had used a cat, they always land on their feet...

Excerpts from the thoughts of Nish Sosadducim; Miner and a Patron of the Arts, during the Dictatorship of Johann Schditt.

~The theatre is almost complete, and yet this... "Johann" has us digging a mining shaft! As though we were common laborers. Lady Magia and her self-appointed assistant agree, I'm told she has some wonderful ideas for the opening play.

~I can't help but wonder where our leader has gone. Kadzar heard a rumor that she locked herself in her room. Perhaps she's working on some props for the stage?
It's a pity that there aren't any Unicorns, we could have put on an authentic production of Urist McCanic and the Waterfall of Eternal Booze...
Ah, but my wife would disapprove of such daydreaming, bless 'er heart.
Back to work.

Excerpts from the thoughts of Nish Sosadducim; Miner and a Patron of the Arts, during Ziril's Madness

~Well, it seems as though our leader is not dead. I can't vouch for her sanity, however.
Just the other day, she dropped a mule into the cavern!
She had originally intended to drop Ast's cat; Ziril told him it was "For the greater good!"
And then she started laughing.
We hid the cat just in time.


~Our leader still hasn't done anything about the Johann situation, other than shrug. I think her days spent locked up in her room may have caused her to go a little mad.

~She's ordered us to dig deeper! I fear that the theatre may never be completed.

(Thanks, Urist!)
From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 10th of Hematite, 1052.

As I descended, I saw a multitude of alluring ores, including platinum, and gold!
But a similar wealth of minerals awaited below.
When I got down to the level where the miners had hit the cavern, I noticed something strange.
No trees, no animals, no shrubs. The cavern was as dead as the land above it.

I guess... We have no choice.

That madman Johann started us on this course of action, and now an intense curiosity propels me forward.

We must dig deeper.

(Sorry Kadzar, I have your dwarf in the system but I'm still not sure how to introduce him in the story. I think I can get to it in the next update or so, when I have the completed theatre. Black-Hat: I think you just designed the royal dining hall! Do pump stacks still work?)

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 10th of Hematite, 1052.
Dear diary, I know I haven't written in a while, but I have a very good reason, I assure you.
Several, actually.
The first is that I have been locked into my room, and have been unable to reach you.

Worse, I've been stuck in my room with the Outpost Liason, who followed me around, timidly asking if I have time to conclude the formalities. No, I don't have time for that when I'm formulating an escape!

I finally got out with help from Mekboy, he built a lever to open the door. It took him a while to get around to it, though.


And so,the second reason is that I've had more pressing issues to address. For example, retaking control of my fortress from Johann. That's right, Johann.

Apparently, from what I've been able to piece together of this mess, he locked me in my room as soon as he saw a caravan on the horizon.

He then proceeded to name himself "Dictator for Life" and decided that he was in control of both military and diplomatic affairs.

Unfortunately for us all, he is not a great diplomat.

When he discovered that the caravan was Elven, he seized all the goods and kicked them out.



After we ran out of wood, again, he determined that finding a cavern was top priority. And to my amazement, he actually did find one.

(The third reason was just that I forgot.)

Now to sort this mess out. First things first, I gotta wall up that cavern.

(Anyone know an easy way to put up a map that's not just going screen by screen and piecing it together in photoshop?)

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 1st of Granite, 1052.
Great. More people.
Let's see who's who this time.

A ranger, with nothing to hunt.
A fellow mason, good.
We can always use more miners...
At least he might not die instantly, I guess.
She can help with the new farms...
Looks like we found a chief medical dwarf! Hey, where'd she learn blowgunning?
Mostly useless.
A... child? Send him home! This is no place for children!
What? We'd lose the doctor if we did that?
%$#@.
This one has military conscription in his future.
Could've been useful, if only we had a forge...
Ugh. No talent.
Wow! A doctor and a stone crafter!
Hm...
Jack of all trades, only skilled at one.
Another one for the militia...
A fisherdwarf where there's no fish...(probably, anyway)
Can never have enough stonecrafters, I guess.
...
Why do all these people keep coming, anyway?
It's the brochure, isn't it...
When I find out who wrote that brochure...
I'm not even sure if I should thank them for making my job easier or strangle them for sending so many people to this hell-hole.