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Don't forget about me like I forgot about Sarrak. And check the justice screen; did I get jailed at all?

I checked the screen, and Modi does still seem to be alive, and has no current sentence pending.

Dude, Lenehan's not just a totalitarian elf-lover, he's self-important as all hell. Building a mausoleum for your family out of wood is going a bit too far, mate.

Well, he's not exactly intended on being the most likable character who ever lived.

I'll add Bees during the Summer; he'll be an excellent example to demonstrate what horrors can occur from the industrious exploitation of animals.

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Part I: Spring

From the journal of Lenehan:

1st Granite, 254

The plan worked better than I myself could have ever imagined. Modi has been deposed, beaten, and made a tyrant in the public's eye. The good warden was eager to reward me for my services to the colony, and provided for me a seat of leadership in the fortress. This is exactly what I have been needing for so long; the Elf Party finally has dominance. My plans have been piling up within my quarters, and now the time has come to execute them. My first order of business was to officially repeal the "No Elf Lovers Act" set in place by Modi, who has been officially discharged from the police force, and replaced by an approved member of society.



I have begun to take steps to improve the way of life within these halls. My goal is not to completely desstroy Dwarven culture, but rather to improve upon it; to use Elfish culture as a base for our empire. Only through a strong relationship with our Elfish friends can this civilization last one-thousand years. I must gradually phase out the old ways, for if I simply ban everything the citizens shall revolt. Various reforms shall be put in place whilst I work on my ultimate project.

I have left the military for now, in order to focus on my political goals. In addition, I have appointed myself to the position of official manager of the fortress, as there was no one in that position heretofore. Look upon your new leader Steelhold, for he has come to immortalize your people.

6th Granite, 254

There was a rather unfortunate occurance today, for the foolish miners who were tasked with digging out a section for my study dug into a damp section and the proposed site is now flooded with ocean water. A minor setback, but I'll manage to find a new site.

Meanwhile, a damned goblin made of with one of our children. We'll need to increase our security in order to repel those retched creatures.

17th Granite, 254

Today I cancelled Modi's ridiculous and continuous order for bone bolts in favor of a more useful item: rock pots. There is enough rock in this fort that we can make so many of them and they have the benefit of being able to hold the liquor that our race relies so heavily on.

20th Granite, 254

A kobold thief was spotted within our fortress today. No one managed to kill it, though it did not manage to escape with any of our goods. More security is definitely necessary.

25th Granite, 254

That the other overseers of this penal colony have had the tendency to lost their position in humilitaing or life-threatening ways has prompted me to commision immediate construction of a personal mausoleum by the shore. It shall be made entirely out of wood, and shall include caskets for my wife and me. My poor wife, imprisoned with me along with our son for the mere "crime" of relationship with an "elf-lover."



15th Slate, 254

I found many of the denizens of the fort lazing about in the dining hall, and ordered them to get to work on my tomb, despite them having no experience in carpentry or architecture. These lazy dwarves merely sap the resources of the colony and do not contribute anything to its leaders.

23rd Slate, 254

Construction on my tomb has caused our supply of wood to run low. As soon as the Elfish caravan returns, we'll be able to obtain some humanely-harvested logs for us to make use of. Hopefully, that Modi didn't cause them to declare war on this outpost. Speaking of her, I have not seen her lately; no doubt she is plotting my downfall.

28th Slate, 254

Troglodytes have been spotted ascending the stairwell deep within the cavern. I've sent the military to take care of this issue, for I have no doubt in its militaristic ability. I have also decided to finish Modi's guard tower, just as a way to improve the asthetic architectural design of this prison.

12th Felsite, 254



Today the elves arrived at our outpost with their trade caravans. I eagerly rushed outside to greet them and welcome them to the fortress. I apologized for the brash treatment of their kind last year, and I promised that we would make up for that behavior with goods of the highest quality. To ensure that their stay is successful, I have had my child followers lock Modi in her chamber for now.

16th Felsite, 254



As is to be expected from such a violent race, the goblins have come to attack this colony once again. I personally have time to deal with such matters, and have simply mobilized the army to deal with it while I approve my production orders.

17th Felsite, 254

The battle is already over, for our marksdwarves successfully crippled the invasion to allow for our melee squads to finish off the group. I have begun to miss my military service; I think I will appoint myself captain of my own squad sometime soon.

19th Felsite, 254

Another ambush was spotted today, and I've given the same orders. Hopefully this shall end just as well as it did last time.

21st Felsite, 254

The invaders were fought off, but at a price. We've lost several dwarves to the group and, most importantly, all but one of the Elven merchants were killed! This injured soul will report to his forest retreat and tell his queen about the horrors of this outpost! We'll need to repair the damages done quickly and effectively, or we may be in for serious trouble.

24th Felsite, 254

The ventalation shafts connecting from my laboratory have begun their construction today. Soon, my ultimate project will be realized, and Elven culture shall combine with Dwarven! My research in between production approvals has allowed me to plan the composition of my formulae, but I'll need the help of Dr. Asmoth in order to realize my goal. Perhaps, if I hold a meeting with her...

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There was no manager in the fortress. I cannot be the only one who uses the job screen, can I?

From the journal of Lenehan

17th Felsite, 253

In retrospect, I should not have thought the dwarf Modi would be any less of a tyrant than Sarrak, who now burns in Hell, was. When the Elfish trade caravan arrived at our outpost today, I was eager to discuss diplomacy and trade with the group. Modi, however, seemed piqued by my friendly attitude towards them. True, I have already grown quite used to this, though Modi seemed different; it is not spite for the elves that she feels, it is pure, unmitigated hate. I tried to calm her, I tried to explain what great benefits close relationship with the elves could bring to our culture. She refused to listen, and grabbed me by the throat to the point that I could hardly breathe. When she released me, - by dropping me, with quite a force, to the ground - she ordered the elves to leave the outpost without their goods, under penalty of death. I gave her a stern look to show my complete disapproval with her doings. My glance was returned with a grin, a grin like that of a maniac; the grin reminded me of Sarrak.

On a more positive note, the children of this penal colony have proven to be quite adaptable. So eager to break from tradition, these youths are. Their progressive attitudes will aid me well.

Part III: Slate

Gnorm's Logbook:

5th Slate, 300

We've finally installed a hatch cover to the entrance of our base. Now that we can, in the event of a husk apocolypse, completely seal ourselves away from the outside mire. My nerves have been slightly eased by this increased security.



8th Slate, 300

At last! I knew that there was stone beneath this damp mud and sand! Today our miners struck rock salt, now allowing us to construct with legitimate stone. This shall allow us to further limit our use of the wood that requires us to brave unspeakable dangers to obtain.



Meanwhile I've made further preparations to defend this outpost and have constructed a crossbow for Peregarrette, as she has been quite eager to hunt the living dead. I told her simply to not let herself be killed in the process, and she quickly began to demand wooden ammo to practice with. I fear that it would not be wise to seek fights with these creatures, though.

16th Slate, 300

Four very simple bedrooms were created today, with the remaining three soon on their way. They are hardly luxurious, a simple, doorless burrow with no furniture save for a crude wooden cot, though it certainly beats sleeping in the mud.



Meanwhile, I have grown fearful for the health of our livestock, for there is nothing for them to graze upon within this cave. It was certainly a tough decision, especially considering the state of life outside, but I ordered my men to designate a pasture zone in the swamp. Life in such a place is better than starvation, and I plan to put the beasts out of their misery as soon as we have a proper butcher and shop.



28th Slate, 300

Peregarrette has been growing impatient recently, so I had a training area set up for her near the entrance of the fortress. I decided that if she was willing to fight, she might as well be placed between us and the danger. Already she has taken to practicing with it; I am impressed with her enthusiasm.



Topside, the outer wall surrounding the entrance to the fortress continues its construction. Hopefully, by the end of Spring, we'll have the full wall and roof finished.

Quote from: Rhyme on November 06, 2013, 03:43:20 am

From here on, the Journal reads something like "Sodium Sodium Sodium Sodium, Batdwarf!"

Ya know, I was going to make some sodium jokes too, but then I thought, "NaH".

It actually took me until just now to get Rhyme's joke.

Part II: Granite

Gnorm's Logbook

1st Granite, 300

First things first, we need to set up shop immediately and limit our outdoor exposure. I've ordered the miners to begin to dig the entry-point and the wood-cutters to chop down the nearest trees.



8th Granite, 300

A terrifying cloud of swamp gas was spotted flowing towards us at a disturbing rate.



I've ordered my woodcutters to drop what they're doing and to get inside; I can only hope that it doesn't drift into our small sand-cave.



12th Granite, 300

The cloud has passed over our outpost and none of us were caught in it. I have absolutely no idea what the effects are of that gas on the Dwarven body, but now is not the time for experimentation. Work that involves leaving the outpost-interior can now resume.

14th Granite, 300

I've ordered workshops to be built in our base, which will hopefully help to better barricade ourselves from the dangerous outside world.

On that note, Mask pointed out to me a couple of the louse men that have been roaming the upper part of this sand hill.



I think I know now what the effects of the swamp gas are.

26th Granite, 300

The husks have, fortunately, failed to sense our presence in their swamp, and they have left this site. The two of them only managed to kill one louse man, that is now rotting away on the top of the hill. In order to combat future threats, I have put together a makeshift militia, lead by Mask with Batdorf and Peregarrette as subordinates. I'll not have this outpost fall to lifeless beasts.

*sigh* Only in Dwarf Fortress.