1st Malachite 243Imic barged into the barracks and confronted me with a message from the Duke he says. He hands me a scrap of paper bearing the seal of Breadbowl.
This is what it said,
The Duke
(hereby to be referred to as Baron, Duke, Gwolfski or the noble that says diggy diggity hole) mandates the production of 30
strawberry roasts, 50
strawberry wine, 10
strawberry soap and a
strawberry SHRUBBERY *cue dramatic music* in his office
(one that looks nice, and is not too expensive he adds).
Otherwise, there will be repercussions!
Your Duke,
Gwolfski
"If the Duke is not appeased, you will be hammered or jailed!" Jeered Imic as he ran in circles around me chanting,
"someones getting hammered, someones getting hammered.""Wait just a moment here..." I pondered before grabbing hold of Imic whom squirmed like a wet fish in my grasp.
"Where did that dramatic music come from?" I asked the little brat of a hammerer.
"You will never know! You will never know!" Taunted Imic as he slipped from my grasp and jaunted off.
"Bah, I'll look into fulfilling the mandate." I muttered absentmindedly as I watched the young fella scamper off.
"Damn nobles."2nd Malachite 243I've ordered the fishing area to reopened in lieu of the lack of fish in our larders. I've also ordered our forges expanded and powered by a refill of magma in an effort to expand the forge area so that we might use our glass making capabilities to solve the container bottleneck issues with our food and drink supplies.
After consulting the farmers and herbalists, my worst fears have been confirmed
(no, not a plague of flying mussels), it's that strawberries are not found anywhere in this region. How am I going to answer to the Duke?
May has also come up to me, annoyed with the lack of tables for her study located in the middle of the animal pens. Hmmm, I wonder how she has been bookkeeping all this time? In an effort to appease her, I've temporarily relocated her study to the new and unfinished noble tower. I hope nobody minds.
6th Malachite 243There have been sightings of a cave crocodile romping about and harassing our citizens in the caverns. Normally this would be a cause for concern, but they've dwarfhandled coati and other beasts
(though not the fearsome Giant Hamster) before. What is a mere cave crocodile to the likes of them?
The herbalists have reported sightings of passion fruit vines sprouting on our eastern borders. This is welcome news! I've set the herbalists to gather as many of them as possible. They've have also spotted cassavas growing up north that they report can be used for brewing. Most excellent! I leave them to gather as many of these plants as they can. Also, the herbalists have advised me to curb the cooking of various garden plants and fruits, such as the various yams, alfalfa, taro and watermelons so that we may obtain their seeds via raw consumption. They assure me that this will be better in the long haul so that we can grow sufficient quantities of our own without having to resort to gathering them every season. I am no farmer so I leave these matters to their discretion.
I've gotten Bearskie's old refuse dump working. Well, rather I dumped a minecartful of magma down there to incinerate the offending corpses down the shaft and staunch their lingering stench.
May is most pleased with her new study, keeps her records dry and sheltered from the rain she says. She is also pleased to report that we have managed to lure and capture the trouble making cave crocodile. She notes that it is male and with any luck we'll have a breeding pair of cave crocodiles on our hands.
With all this Overseer uh, I mean Viceroy business lately, I have been neglecting my training. Taupe is most displeased with my conduct and has ordered for more private sparring sessions in my schedule. Suits me fine, I've been weary of all this managing business. Oh how I've missed you darling! They say absence makes the heart fonder, if so...
9th Malachite 243As per my request, May reports that the tally for animals is at
337 and growing. After my efforts to impress upon the mayor that the animal population is growing out of control; being a serious risk to hygiene, the mayor mandates that all but a single breeding pair of animals are to be slaughtered.
Conspicuously exempt from this rule are cats, two-humped camels, giant grey parrots, rhinoceroses and giant hamsters
(but of course).
A troll has been battering the already dilapidated door located at our cavern entrance. After smashing down the battered door, it walks straight into one of our cage traps. I take this as just another sign that our caverns are insecure and prone to all sorts of security lapses, I'm looking into a better security design for the caverns lest another Forgotten Beast incident happens again.
13th Malachite 243First to arrive is
Solon Hammerwinds, a simple farmer.
Next to follow is a married couple,
Dishmab Mansionfences a soaper of some regard.
and her husband
Momuz Leadersacks, another simple farmer.
Apparently they are the parents of Dolwina, our surgeon and have come to join her in Breadbowl.
As an amendment to the mayor's previous mandate, the Queen orders that all cats are to be gelded
(by her if possible).
15th Malachite 243The merchants announced that they will be departing soon. Oddly enough, the moat is experiencing some drying up. Must be because of the weather. Either that or I did not look carefully last time to check that all sections where filled to capacity. I'll get the pumps operational again.
17th Malachite 243Thanks to the assiduousness of our herbalists, we have started planting watermelon and passion fruits crops.
May reports that one of the elk birds has starved to death. Apparently they are loathe to leave their nestboxes to feed themselves, content to roost on their eggs until they starved to death. Ah the joys of parenting!
3rd Galena 243The refilling of mine-carts with magma is underway.
6th GalenaOops left the flooding system open for too long and now the moat is overflowing its banks and the northwest side is a floodplain.
Opened up the magma drains. We now have some magma to do as we please with. The forges have already been expanded to accommodate the new forges so it won't be long now til we get things up and running.
8th Galena 243The miners and masons are busy at work expanding the Giant Cave Spider pens and the forge area. Ack! I forgot to floor over the kitchen area, they will have to be refurbished again. Another unfortunate delay to the opening of the kitchen area.
13th Galena 243Ack! Profane smoke issues from the northern borders! Head for the inner walls!
19th Galena 243Finally the renovations are complete! In celebration of the newly opened kitchen area, we've now expanded our kitchen crew to 15 brewers, and 15 cooks.
With the influx of new jobs, many of the fort's citizens can be seen hard at work. Beekeepers are busy installing new bee colonies, brewers are brewing, the kitchens are bustling with activity. All is right with the world.
LordBrassroast the Spearmaster has bestowed the name
Thukkansolon Gebabras -
Amberflag the Dented Seer upon his carambola wood shield. Neblime would be proud to see his works recognized like that and so coveted among our ranks.
So he has ordered Zasit to hunt down giant sparrows for his dinner.
25th Galena 243Booze production has been increasing very well though it is still somewhat bottlenecked by the lack of containers. We are at 3226 booze at the moment. Food on the other hand is likely to meet the benchmark of 6000 prepared meals with 2151 in our stocks at the moment. More Glassmakers, Potters, Glazers, Stonecrafters, Chefs and Brewers will be needed, as well as food haulers to keep pace with our storage needs.
May is also pleased to announce that we have managed to domesticate quite a few elk bird hatchlings and rhinoceros calfs.
There have been quite a few arguments and fits of madness among the populace lately, the duke has taken to continuing to mandate strawberry products even though there is no trace of strawberries anywhere in this particular region. Imic has willfully joined in the fray threatening to
"hammer someone, anyone" without due authority. Worse still, earlier today some random
claiming to be adherents and devotees to a certain
Vucar Freeskies just hijacked the noble quarters of our mayor Quasar and
"mandated" that
"all mandates are null and void without the consent of a shrubbery".
This is then followed by a random penguinman popping up to dissuade the mandate madness by going around and saying in a loud squeaky voice,
"This is getting very silly my good chap!" to every passerby that would pay heed to it.
I left them to their incessant squabbling before deciding
I can't take much more of this crossover nonsense and shooing away all the weird animalman from the mayor's quarters and the surrounding region of Breadbowl with the pointy end of my beloved spear. I had quite a few bouts of nightmares concerning animalmen parading in loincloths and uttering gibberish in the nights to come I tell ya.
27th Galena 243This just came in.
The High Council hereby mandates that all animalman are hereby barred from Breadbowl.
The following are the animalman protocols:- Should any citizen willfully consort with their kind without prior approval from the High Council, they will be severely dealt with regardless of rank or standing. Exempt from this rule is of course his royal highness and his immediate family as well as standing members the High Council.
- Shoot on sight any animalman within our borders. If you do not have a crossbow or proper ammunition, you are welcome to use any weapons at hand or lacking that, your limbs to deter animalman crossings within our borders.
- Should any citizen approach you with the intent of obtaining, purchasing, loaning, making or using of shrubberies without a permit or license, claims representation of shrubberies or condones the usage of shrubberies, cacti or other plant species as proper representations of authority, please refrain from any sort of contact with them and immediately report these citizens to the High Council, so that we might take proper action against these individuals. They might very well be animalman in disguise.
- Should any animalman bypass our defences and cause trouble, citizens are noted to approach your nearest hospital or soap stockpile to grab a ration of soap to be used to ward off any animalman intruders. (Instructions on the proper usage of soap to make warding soap signs and for use in self defense are contained in the appendix section of this mandate.)
Yours sincerely,
The High Council of Breadbowl
Imic confronted me today and continually stressed the need for a paladinial law enforcement squad. He accused me of being tardy in providing a squad, and that that will get me a good hammering. Good thing Darzen came in and pulled the little scamp away
(by the ear might I add) before he could cause any more trouble.
I understand the need for stricter law enforcement but that will have to wait until I can properly screen for worthy candidates
(which is more than I can say for our hammerer here). These buggers and their shenanigans are starting to drive me up the wall.
Autumn has arrived on the calendar.
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