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You don't need a cage to contain the weredwarf.  Create a burrow inside one room, assign the child to this burrow and then wall off the room entrance after he/she has entered. That will keep him/her indefinitely, or until you'll come up with some creative use for the infected.

Idek Rangab, "The Brains of Chocolate"
Engraved on the wall is an exceptionally designed  image of Dumed Mountainyell the dwarf and dwarves by Domas Tomęmlogem.  Dumed Mountainyell is  surrounded by the dwarves.  The artwork relates to the appointment of the dwarf Dumed Mountainyell to the position of militia captain of The Tool of Flesh in the late winter of 256.

TIL the dwarven language has a word for chocolate. And brains.

yes they can have different sexualities, but... there's also this thing where they might prefer a committed relationship, as in they want to get married. So that will mess with things right there but I would think they'd still leg eggs.

*checks Dwarf Therapist* Well, fuck. The male is asexual. Damn those elves!

I guess it's time to put out more cage traps and get the breeding male the hard way. Oh, and to put giant kea roast back on the dining hall menu.

Since it's not possible to train surface adaptation permanently I'm not going to bother with it during this project. I'll build some outdoor ballrooms later.

The Observer training is nearing completion; looks like it'll actually take less than a year to reach Legendary with non-stop training, and I mean non-stop. Apparently dwarves can still learn Observer and other skills even while asleep, and (in one case) will even feel fondness talking with a friend. Curiously they still would let goblins murder them in their beds if I wouldn't send soldiers to save them.

Since a sparring squad for some reason doesn't seem to disturb anyone's sleep this means that a dormitory would also be a good place to train everyone's Observer skill. It would also safeguard from vampires.

They won't steal from you because they're tame.

Sadly, you can't then dispatch them to steal from the rest of the world.

I was rather hoping for my own giant kea air defence against the wild ones.

YES! YES! YES!

Just when I was about to lose hope, five year old Atír Gilltower brings the first victory of the program by killing a goblin pikeman in ferocious one-to-one. He had spent days running away from the goblin until, when cornered and injured several times he finally became enraged and basically beat the goblin into bloody pulp. After the fight, instead of going to hospital he had a drink, got a new pair of trousers and went to a party. Go Atír!

Now I'll have to figure out how to duplicate this. Atír's "likes to brawl" personality attribute might have played some part in it, as well as his raging in the end.

My first titan in .40.xx just visited Questmountain: Naturalmange the Grove of Weather, a great hairy slug with deadly spittle. One militia captain, Ral Testquakes, noticed too late that his comrades had stopped to puke their guts out on the way and had to face the beast alone. Ral took to the task like a true professional: he blocked Naturalmange's noxious spittle and dealt several blows directly to the giant slug's brain with "Phrasecackled the Ruin of Pets", his trusty steel warhammer. Unfortunately Naturalmange managed to get its revenge before expiring; it bit deeply into Ral's right foot and shook it's great frame until the foot was ripped off and Ral was sent tumbling through the air. It spat the foot disdainfully at Ral before slumping to the ground, dead.

Ral survived, and went directly back to barracks after being issued his crutch. Curiously he seems quite happy despite his wound and isn't even annoyed by it anymore. In contrast one another cripple in the fortress is sliding slowly into madness because of his six-year old amputation.