From the Journal of Broseph Stalin
Finished the roof today, I've cooked up something special to celebrate. Things progress surely but slowly cutting wood takes time and assembling it takes more time but stout labor provides sustenance. I've informed the woodcutter he's going to become our new fishery master so that we can do something with those mussels he's been pulling up. I figure a nice little hut by the river with a stockpile of fish awaiting processing ought to suffice.
Unveiled the surprise today. I personally cut two fine trees, carved them into two fine doors, and decorated them with the bones and horns of the yak. I don't expect either will ever sit in the kings throne room but they were made by steady dwarven hands doing good honest labor and that's what this is all about. The old days are done, we don't work to please gods or kings here just ourselves. I've evaluated the topsoil and been displeased. Stones and detritus are all about and will be difficult to move. I've ordered the miner- Winter he's calling himself- to dig down into the soft untouched earth. The valley shall provide excellent irrigation and allow my fields to be uniform.
Haven't started on my manor yet. I've got a few designs but I want more raw materials. I've ordered more trees to be cut and more clay collected. The wildlife includes Mothmen now, so far it's all been rather menacing but rather timid all the same. They don't bother us and we don't bother them, it's an arrangement I can live with. I had the druid train the dogs to fight just in case, he said he didn't have any experience with that sort of thing but I told him only a piss poor druid couldn't train a dog to fight I don't know what a druid does but he accepted my challenge and we have our stockpile guards. Next month I ought to get around to handing out necessary titles, I've already decided Thorick ought to be the manager of the tavern but we need someone to keep track of what's in the warehouse and to mind the fishing business and the proposed hatchery as well.
Had some nestboxes made somebody is going to have to own a chicken coop, sooner the better. My newest mandate has ruffled some feathers. I've decided that we can't have rat carcasses littering our town- just not hygenic is it?- so I've ordered all trash objects large or small to be taken to the refuse pile. The Winter's all in a tizzy one of the cats took a shine to him and started following him about and bringing him all of it's kills. He'll be in the middle of something and his cat will drop a rat at his feet then he'll have to hoof it all the way to the dump and back. As funny as it is I agreed with him that it's not efficient so I took him off garbage duty so he can finish my fields.
Finally finished diggin the field valley. Ordered more wood collected to build my manor and then we'll move on to Thoricks home being that he's the manager of the tavern then the woodcutters given that he's the best candidate to run the fishery the owner of the Hatchery is still up in the air and so is the ownership of the storehouse we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The storehouse is designated as is my manor. I've discovered that damned seed trader swindled me however, I intend for rope reed to be our chief cash crop but the bag of rope reed seeds contains only a single usable seed! It will take time for our farm to start producing rope reed in earnest but once we do we'll need a textile workshop.