Winter turned out a bit different.
For starters, a forgotten beast did come
but to the first cavern instead of the third.
it went straight for the resident forgotten beast
who wasn't about to let the newcomer take it's place without a fight
Look at the surviving beast, it's important for later
Second, we got a new jeweler!
But not really, it was a possession. I put him to jewelry work anyway
and secured the earring in the vault. It's called The Dagger of Scholars.
And also while trying to execute the goblins I accidentally let two of them out. One even naked was able to beat a child to death. The other managed to escape still armed and shot a resident with its bow. They were both then killed easily by the fortress guard.
The rest of the goblins were executed without any incidents.
Now,
Spring!1 Granite, year 216.
The last few years were a complete disaster. We've lost everything and then when we thought there was nothing left to lose, lost everything again. Werebeasts come from the outside, werebeasts come from the inside. We've barred ourselves from the inside, time to close the outside.
All I know is that we will not speak to anyone without a quarantine. And if they fail the quarantine, we can use a conraption from the year that really started one of our many downfalls.
I've established a new tavern a few levels below the trade depot, and made sure to ban any and all visitors from the rest of the fortress. All furniture and items in this guest tavern are magma-safe. I will repair the magma-pumps and make sure it's ready to burn everyone in there. If you're a future overseer - use it if you must.
I've devised a plan to make use of our abundance of horrors in our caverns. With a few mechanisms and some gaps in the walls we can persuade Mothram to spew its webs at a bird I bought from the elves. We can then collect those webs and spin them into a strong and valuable cloth.
In an effort to capture yet another beast for the same purpose, I made a grave mistake. I underestimated Céthutha - it was much faster than my mechanisms.
The fortress guard managed to kill it without any further casualties, and I made sure that it will at least be used for something.
The entrance it used will be closed off.
We really are a magnet to all kinds of beasts.
A werebeast in the trap is trying to convince us to let them out. It claimed to be a dwarf we watched die.
Makes sense that we couldn't give some of us a proper burial. I'll remedy that.
While finishing the quarantine tavern, we noticed that one of the workers went missing.
Well, at least we found the body for the burial.
SummerHonestly, unsurprising. I hope to make this place safe and prosperous enough to attract more settlers eventually, but I fear I already screwed up with Céthutha.
We have two surviving members of nobility. Parzival II, our mayor, is entirely satisfied with her rooms. But our captain of the guard was appointed in a hurry and didn't get the treatment appropriate to his position.
I decorated his room and created an office with a dining hall near the barracks. I also gave him an artefact mace in hopes that he will use it to great effect.
I don't even care anymore. As long as it can't enter the fortress, it's none of my business.
A new legendary armorer!
I had to help him acquire some bones, but the result was well worth the effort. On the gauntlet Sheenring was encrusted the entire history of Streambelches.
Later Thob put his newfound talent to work, producing excellent armor for our guard.
Werebeasts are fighting again. No, wait, they're screaming for another reason.
Ghosts keep showing up around our already quite cursed prisoners. Not that surprising, really, since each of them killed dozens of their fellow dwarves.
Humans arrived without a wagon. I traded some bone crafts and a few prepared meals for some other stuff.
Forgotten beasts really should cause more fear than that, but I really don't care about anything anymore.
I noticed that we still have some sort of a commune living on our lands. Well, we would have noticed if they were werebeasts, and they don't try to enter the fortress, so no big deal. I'll still keep an eye on them.
AutumnExpected.
A dwarven caravan! Without wagons either. Did we lose our status along with our nobles? Hopefully we will get a new one soon.
They brought many bins of leather. Many, many bins. I bought everything.
The werebeasts went insane and fought. The survivor calls itself Noagga76. Well, it sounds like it's finally gone insane in a place where most things bear this name, and probably just doesn't know any better anymore? No reason to correct it.
We have only one prisoner left.
The outpost liason arrived and informed me that the world didn't change since the last visit. Hearing about the Sheenring, they ordered some replicas and hand-related merch. And also windows, for some reason.
One of our apprentice blacksmiths messed with production orders and scheduled a several days-long maintenance of one of the forges. I wouldn't even notice if she didn't create a very sturdy cage and left it in the workshop. It was very secret work.
WinterWe need a few more decorations around the place. There are plenty of wondrous sights in our fortress, but all of them were drenched in dwarven blood recently, and I want something new, something without the baggage.
Also, a beast.
Ok, so. This entire time,
the entire year, I was trying to make a stack of pumps to bring the magma up to the surface. And the entire time, it was falling apart so much I suspect sabotage. The mechanics will cancel the orders because of the smallest obstacle, then tear down the entire thing or refuse to either work on it, or tear it down. And every time the materials are just tossed around, and nobody cleans them up, blocking the sites of the future pumps or putting the items into some inaccessible hole - and the bastards of course will decide that they want THIS bloody inaccessible pipe, and will cancel the plans because they can't reach it. It is worse than the werebeast attack, it is worse than anything! THE INEFFICIENCY! I HAD TO REDWRAW THE PLANS SO MANY TIMES I REMEMBER THEM BY HEART!
To hell with this place, I did what I could.
With this I consider my purpose completed.
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Not shown: a few ghosts that didn't bother the weredwarves, one birth, forgotten beasts fighting each other and the cavern dwellers, some visitors (much fewer than before), fortress guards training the entire year.
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