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There is also a function within the game itself (in the "d" designations menu I think) where you can toggle "show engravings" on and off. I'm at work so I can't test but I'm pretty sure.

d->v

Malachite

Bim Lulledbolted was attacked by a group of terrible monsters in the bottom cavern, he managed to escape but he said Avuz was sleeping down there when they came. He kept calling them Crundles and snickering but he won't tell me why. Cilob Helmgaze wanted to look for Avuz but I told everyone to hide in the Cubby. There isn't any food or water stored in here (we'll have to change this) and there isn't much room. Avuz still has his pick, if he can fight them he doesn't need our help if he can't our help wouldn't matter. If anything's happened to him it's going to be a season and a half before someone else is sent down to help us. In the mean time we only have a few quarry bushes and plump helmets with nobody to plant another crop. I don't like being leader Tun Helmgaze cries all the time and Rith Ivyanvil said he saw Lorbam standing over the spot where she died there are so many problems and I can't fix any of them. I hope something changes soon.

In my experience, goblins are pretty merciful. They tend to lose their taste for blood after the first twenty or so defenseless women and children and depart for the hills. I suspect that the tracker that counts goblin deaths to determine when their morale breaks also causes the goblins to lose heart after killing too many dwarves. It's also possible that it takes too long to kill the entire fort, and the goblins have to leave at the end of the siege season.

Thank god you aren't being sieged by other Dorfs.

I love the new design, I tried to get into DF twice but I couldn't understand it and ran off until I found the LNP.

Playing on ironhand the dwarves images don't match their professions, woodcutters look like rangers, miners look like masons but when they're legendary they alternate between being masons and miners. Clear zircon walls look like night creatures, other gems seem fine.

From the Journal of Avuz Lovecraft

Slate, It would be slate now.

Cilob Helmgaze came into the hospital with a head wound, he said when the rats attacked one bit him in the head and tore out one of his teeth. To suffer in silence, noble. The wound was old and did not require treatment. With Cilob the last of the wounded have been treated and the last of the dead disposed of. The children have either begun to recover from the ordeal or begun to harden, only a few of them are still upset about the deaths. They've returned to the hub of their fortress, Bluesquare, as they know it is the microcline floor constructed originally as an abandoned project to house nobility. They continue to look to me to lead them no matter how many times I insist that they run the fortress and that I exist solely to serve. I've suggested they vote for an expedition leader to give me more organized orders on how to proceed. I don't understand exactly how much I should help them, I've noticed cave spiders running about, they aren't worth note in a fort with a healthy supply of cats but if one were to bite a fully grown dwarf he would stumble and flounder about for the rest of his days I can only imagine their effect on a child. I could warn them but the point is for them to build their own fortress, a good fortress is built by experience and to gain experience there must be mistakes. They cannot continue to eat bugs and drink from mud puddles. They aren't utilizing my services and I must spare my writing charcoal so I find myself quite often with nothing to do. I've been chatting with Iton Lulledbolted, the girl who made Laboredhandled the bone mace wielded by the guard captain about the joys of bonecrafting. She's an odd one, socially awkward and unassertive with a strange obsession with rigid routine.She's also disturbingly joyful given present circumstances. I've however decided to take a lesson from her on how to spend my free time. When I prepared to start my new hobby I found that Rat Bone is a boring medium. Iton said it splinters too easilly, lacks luster, and the pieces are too small to create anything worthwhile. I made their skulls into totems and when there were no more skulls I made some charming figurines out of the bones of the Olm Men, the children don't like them. I don't think it's related to my figurines but Vucar Legendgild became melancholy a while later and wandered into the caverns, I haven't stumbled across his body but I'm quite certain he's dead.



First person to be dwarfed will be made Expidition leader of the childrens fort.

From the Journal of Avuz Lovecraft

Granite, I imagine it's Granite somewhere that months and days matter.

I remember feeling anger when I was sent to these fetid depths but as time passes I grow to understand the cold logic of it, Coldlogic in an unrelated but rather humorous note would be a fine name for a fortress far finer than Strongtowers the quite purposeless name bestowed upon my beloved home. The tower may be strong, there's no way to know it's never been tested and with the fact that my labor has hollowed out our beloved mountain it's quite unnecessary in every regard. Coldlogic, I think is a far better name. I remember the spring of 204, striking the earth with the my dear friend Kadol and the love of my life Ustuth, we failed to complete the bridge spanning the volcano to the liking of the Expedition leader “The guard's barracks will not be centered” ,he whined. She he and I broke the bricks of the bridge and were careful to stand at a considerable distance away to ensure our safety but Kadol was not quite far enough to escape flying debris which knocked his unconscious form into the open mouth of the volcano. “To be laid to rest amongst the lifeblood of the earth is the hope of every Dwarf.” Three years later when I fell through the roof and shattered my shin I lay in the hospital looking out the window and noticed for myself the simple and irrefutable logic that while Kadol burned to death there were many other dwarves and the barracks were in fact center. Who else but Avuz Lovecraft could very analytically assess a situaton and decide that three children could be saved but one could not? Who else could have so calmly kept his eyes forward as the lad Lorbam whined for food that could not be spared? Who else could have taken the initiative to establish a garbage dump where he sat so that the children would not linger near him and be disturbed? There is no other who could so very logically realize that even if I could with my complete absence of skill preform the delicate surgeries necessary to piece the child back together that Lorbam having killed the oldest Kol  would never again be accepted by the group and there is no other who could realize so calmly that by digging a hole where he sat that a floor could be constructed overtop of him preventing the release of miasma into our scarce air. Having thrown the corpses of four children now onto a pile and killed with my bare hands five great rats I can say in fair confidence that those of my kind more prone to irrational behaviors and emotions would be quite unfit for this work. Having assessed the situation it's inevitable that more children will die, therefore it is much more important to obtain food (thereby providing for the whole) than it is to preform lifesaving efforts (providing for a single child whose survival is unlikely). It is for this reason rather than any semblance of goodwill or empathy that I am quite happy to report young Geshud is on her feet again, now that she's no longer consuming my attention I can devote my efforts to more important matters such as the cultivation of mushrooms for when the rat meat runs out. I confess that I presumed she would die when she began rejecting food, I thought it would be quite enjoyable for her to consume the rat that consumed her brother. Children have no concept of humor.

I'm... Not quite sure what just happened. So my reclaimed fort, Earthspirals has been slowly spiralling into madness, people getting ate by giant spiders, dying of thirst and all, and basically my militia commander is the only one staying strong.
So anyway, a stonecrafter named Onul Helmedequaled enters a fell mood. Laughing maniacally at the death around him, he makes his way to a butcher's workshop, viciously murdering... Two ghosts along the way? He also harvested the annoying potter who's been tantruming constantly, but the main thing is: How did he just kill two ghosts? What will he make out of them? Spikes of ectoplasm? Anyhow, this is pretty cool.

When a dwarf murders a ghost he doesn't get the precious dwarf parts he wants so he goes out and kills someone else. that's why he didn't get to work after killing two ghosts, he had to kill a live one. It's been hypothesized that with the proper use of burrows you could make a fell dwarf rid your fortress of ghostly intruders.