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Next Post(7)Ghosts causing more nuisances, but manageable stuff, just moving about all my steel armor, you know, cause I certainly have no need for that. They're still getting a memorial slab to the face though, for causing general dismay and fright.
Speaking of sad dwarfs, one of them decided to throw a tantrum in the dining room, and in an impressive and frightening display of might, flung a cage full of 40 some animals (Including an elephant!) across the room. He's been scheduled for punishment but I don't think anyone is going to be taking that task anytime soon. This place is already gonna go to hell in a handbasket if we get someone that can deliver beatings.
The goblins got tired of ruining my lawn and left with the advent of winter, which was quite fortunate cause migrants showed up. A soldier, miner, and a weaponsmith show up with the group, so it might be worth risking letting them in. And for whatever reason, the miner and soldier dropped their steel pick and battle axe on the edge of the map. I get the feeling they'll regret that choice. I risk letting them in anyway, and a potash maker doesn't make it. My heart weeps for the loss of his valuable potash skills. He spends the rest of his life running in a ring around the volcano caldera until hunger claims him. Then shortly even more migrants show up. It's starting to look like a normal fort again! Except for the giant mausoleum. And the fact that all the migrants in that wave were killed.
Vucar Risenrodim, the only survivor of the tragedy years past, is possessed, and takes a clothier's shop. She grabs some cloth, then hangs up. I panic, not wanting to lose her, and find out she needs wood. Well, we haven't hit caverns yet, and there's 80 thousand goblins outside... I'm starting to regret those beds in the barracks. Searching around I find some numbskull had constructed the bowyer's shop out of wood and I hastily order it dismantled, which gives her the wood she needs. Her construction finishes and... rope? What are we gonna use @%*&ing rope for? I don't care if Rambo always had rope! Shortly after she is deposed from the spot of mayor,
probably because they held an election where more than two people voted, and she couldn't just kill her opponent.
The next possession (5th possession...) results in a metalcrafter screaming for logs, which is not so great. Apparently we all love our wood around here. The goblin siege left, I'd tear down the walls to get some wood, but the humans just arrived and immediately got driven off by a mountain of sneaking gobbos. So I go hunting for the caverns, and drill right into them, designate a bunch of trees, wonder what happened to all my woodcutters, then sheepishly queue up some axes to be forged. After he gets his wood he's happy and makes... a pig iron bucket. With some elf on it taming alligators. Surprisingly, nothing about the massive swathes of death. Nope, alligators.
A giantess wanders by, and in a comical scene, chases the new Dwarven liaison around the volcanic caldera for a few revolutions, then finally catches up and chucks him into the magma. I'm glad I turned the rim of a volcano into a meeting zone. Some cave ogres start wrecking their way up the stairs from the caverns, and then my High Master bowyer goes nuts with the
6th possession of this entire fort, out of like 8 moods. Go figure, he wants wood, and like a zillion other things, thread, cloth, cut glass, powdered unicorn kidney, hell if I have this crap. He's probably gonna get walled in. But anyway I'll give chopping down some wood a shot so I break down our wall for the first time in two years... oh right, the giantess. Soldiers casually hack her to bits. Unfortunately high hell has broken loose because all the dwarves are now swarming outside. Triggered two ambushes so far, but at least the army's already out there to mop up. And then Vucar Risenrodim, the McUndertaker, gives me this gem:
I imagine she had to remove the legs, complete with a corny catch phrase like "I'll cut ya down to size!", just so she could reach the head with that fatal kick. And with that, we're back in control of the surface. NatureRags is open for business again.
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