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From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 16th of Galena, 1051.

Today is truly a cause for celebration. From the cold stone of this lifeless locale, has sprung a single work of genius.


We must nurture this genius! Quick, Mekboy! Wall off that open space!

 I'll carve some furniture, and for the love of Tobul find Derek and tell him to make more beds!

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 1st of Galena, 1051.

On the level below Black-Hat's pasture, I designated a dining hall that can hold 96 dwarves.Ambitious, I know, but we already have the first migrants arriving, even though they're actually just two guys who are really, really lost. It's better than nothing, since I'm still not sure that this is an actual, valid mission and not just a death sentence.

I still haven't seen any animals.

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 26th of Hematite, 1051.
People are such whiners!
"I had to sleep in the dirt"
"There aren't any chairs"
"Why can't we use the animals to haul our stuff in?"
I've decided to work on (some) of these problems.

But before that, I made a statue!

I honestly can't remember what I was trying to carve.
Perhaps our military leaders, Derek and Johann?
Nah, I probably just decided to make a statue of me and Mekboy. <3
In any case, where should I put it?

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 18th of Hematite, 1051.
Summer already? Time flies when you're stuck still moving all this worthless stuff into the fort. I wish I could get those friggin mules to help out, but they keep slipping their harnesses off to go frolic.

At least I'm getting some work done.

I set up doors around the ranch so that the animals won't get out and start messing everything up.


Skuld changed her clothes, for some reason. I guess she got tired of wearing white?


Still haven't seen any animals, not even a rat...

Isolde blinked, but there was no discernible change in the darkness before her eyes. No broken bones, but she was a bit bruised. She felt the floor. It felt like packed dirt. Using her hands, she could feel that she was inside an enclosed space, somewhat circular, with large gaps near the base. Crawling through one of these gaps, she found herself in a maze of ropey roots, but a slim glimmer of light was now visible.
In the distance she hears several booming, sharp sounds in quick succession, like nothing she's ever heard before.
She takes out her knife from the pack, and begins to saw away some of the obstructing roots.

It was a chilly spring morning, and Little John was out minding the sheep. It was mind-numbingly dull work, and he had almost fallen asleep twice. Vainly striving to stay awake, he started to count sheep. He had to start over twice, just to be sure, but when he finished counting he found that he was missing a lamb.
Trying not to panic, he began to walk around the perimeter of the flock, shooing drifters back towards the center. As he did this, he saw a figure in the distance, carrying a white bundle. He began running towards it, calling out.
But it was not his lamb. It was an old woman, back stooped and hair gone white with age, carrying a bundle of unstained silk.
John was crestfallen.
"Lost something?" queried the old woman. "Perhaps I can help."
After searching in the bushes and tall grasses, the two began to head deeper into the forest that surrounded the pasture.
A few hours later, a young girl emerged, clothed in a white silk dress and a worn leather pack.
While it had not been her original intention to sacrifice the boy, she had gotten tired of searching for the lamb.
She was not greeted by the pasture, but by a deep pit, surrounded by jagged rocks, as though it was the mouth of hell itself.
Smiling, she jumped in.

I was thinking
Step 1: Build a living space for Skuld that has food and booze stockpiled
Step 2: In that living space, build a workshop
Step 3: Get a book keeper
Step 4: Dump all the silver nuggets into one square in Skuld's living space
Step 5: Lock her in
Step 6: ? ? ?
Step 7: Profit!