A series of notes lay scattered in Gigmaster's room; they look like pages that were turn out of a writing journal. What follows are the notes that are still legible. 2nd Hematite
FINALLY have all the people from the last caravan settled in; helped localize the five other Warriors in the bunch.
That's me up top, with Corai next to me, and the three marksdwarves watching the hill side: Lor Lenoddeler, Nix Athelgamil, and Parashuram the second, all good men. It gave me the strangest chill to see Parshuram's younger cousin he even has that crazy, waist-long mustache braid Para always ran around with. He said that he had never really talked with his older family member, and that the loss hadn't hit him too hard. Dandy by me. Stakud, our third front liner, should have been here helping us guard the new construction, but he had an appointment with a barrel of Dodo's wine. *sighs* I really hope he doesn't make it a habit.
The newbies have double timed the work on our new armor. I really have to hand it to them: they do some damn good work.
It feels damn good again to be suited up in good, solid iron. Everyone else's is almost ready too...
(The rest is torn away)
And the forge area is clear finally. Clear.
To be fair, it might have helped that I rounded up all the new Smiths and Miners, and drilled into their brains the importance of magma saftey for two days straight... They've never quite looked at me the same way since. But at least I'd put good money on them thinking twice before screwing themselves over.
And the builders have the temporary barracks set and ready to go... apart from the furniture, anyways. But the archery range is good to go; Nix and Para were giving it a good test run earlier today.
I won't lie, the fort feels... different now. Not quite the same. If Bembul were to... come back, I'm not sure she'd recognize the inside. The outside, of course, looks just as haggard and sparse as ever; it apparently resembles a clay brick jammed into the hillside, or so the new arrivals say. Though I got the feeling that that's about to change: I noticed Dodo, Kingfisher and that new Bhaal guy shutting themselves away in meetings for the past week or two, and all they've ventured so far are demands for more paper and stencils. But something tells me that work on the keep is going to start up before the snow flies.
having things built on time now, compared to the backlog from before.
19th Hematite(Most of the following page is torn or blotted into illegibility with blood; the first lines of understandable writing detail a series of injuries.)
] And Lokum that ass-kissing Bureaucrat demanded
that we hold them off, because It's about time we stood up to them and yadah yadah. We're lucky that that flock of nine didn't do a hell of a lot more damage... as it is, Corai's going to be in the hospital for a couple of months. (At least we HAVE a hospital now.) That raven tore half the skin from his neck off...
It's a shame most Bureaucrats find ways to get around militia duty...
Smith Eshtan dropped the chalk boulder he had been carrying up for the builders and ran screaming when he saw the ravens picking and flocking around us. At first the people down below thought he was just scared witless. But as it turns out...
It was something about freckles of all things. Yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran down a young miner and scooped up his armful of copper bars. We're all waiting anxiously to see what he comes up with... he won't let us see a single thing of what he's doing down below.
At least he won't trip over any stray rocks...(The rest is smeared away, except for the following scrawl at the very bottom of the page.)
Anti-climax ahoy. Nothing special people, move along. Shame it's so useless... it's damn good work. At least the artisans will have something interesting to carve images of, I guess.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit
They're going to get killed by freaking undead moth people.
I can't believe this. Gotta run.
(The writing resumes with a much calmer hand.)
Oooooor not. Anti-climax number two.
They didn't even see the nine immigrants coming in from the west. They just wafted around on half-decayed wings over to the east, and eventually fluttered off into the blight. It was the weirdest thing... it was almost like they were leaving the dwarves alone on purpose.
Though I'm probably just reading into things too much.
Hah. Hah hah hah.
Good news though: one of the newbies is a damn good Warrior, ranger-class, called Udil Edemor. We added her to the second squad for now and assigned her a full suit of armor. Bomrek-knows that we have enough now; they're practically swimming around in armor pieces down there, or so I hear.
And now we're fifty strong.
Everywhere I look, there's new construction. (What follows are a few rough layout sketches... )
Nobles quarters and administration
The expanded living quarters
Etur know that we need even more we're currently looking for rooms for over twnety dwarves still. I guess it helps that all the married couples can share bedrooms...
The sherrif's offices, Hammerer's quarters and a couple of cells going up below administration. I could lie and say that I don't think we'll ever need these, but...
The biggest news is the start on the main keep of Workedwheel. The center of the fort is something Kingfisher is calling the 'conduit' basically, you have a large column that everything branches off from, and inside it you house your magma pumps, your water pumps, garbage chutes and incinerators, machine power couplings... everything that an advanced fortress needs, easily accessible and centralized. They'll also be skipping every other floor to allow for water and magma plumbing, so that we don't have to deal with the mechanical mess most forts seem to degrade into.
Current plan is to carve out the conduit stack a good ten, twelves levels deep, then carve out a long-term storage and workshop area. By that time, we should hopefully have enough people in the military and enough militia trained up that we'll be able to hold our ground while the Builders work on the above-ground structure...
(The rest of the pages are washed out in blood and water.)