3rd Granite, 309Meng and Dodok came up after almost two days underground, covered in loam, to tell us that the first stockpile, where we'd put our food stores, was completely dug out. Meng seemed delighted with how filthy he'd gotten. I think I saw him rolling around in the loam earlier.
5th Granite, 309Now that we've started getting our food out of the sun and into the ground, I've started drafting plans to house a food industry. We'll plant the plump helmet spawn and cave wheat seeds that we have, brew the plants or eat them raw, and cook any excess drink into meals. I believe the only thing that will slow our food or drink is a lack of wood... I hope we can convince any traders that might happen on our swamp home to bring some...
Nails told me today that she scouted around the chasm to the north of us a bit.
The situation doesn't look great. I'm going to have to think of some way to protect us without having to rely on a military that we just don't have the dwarfpower for.
7th Granite, 309Someone decided to leave the remains of a small rodent in the food stockpile, and it's disgusting! The entire fortress stinks of it! A small four-legged feline is to blame, I'm sure.
Come to think of it, a lot of the women in our group seem to have a thing for cats. I'm going to watch them a little more closely from now on.
12th Granite, 309We've started digging a bit deeper under the food stockpiles, and the diorite that Meng and Dodok left lying around gave me some excellent stuff to work with to defend our fortress. A tale I read as a young dwarf in Echopaddles, of the story of the fortress Deathquest, is my inspiration.
I'll fill the corridor with cage traps, and any creature dumb enough to try to get in will be added to an extravagant zoo!
When we have time to build a zoo, that is.
21st Granite, 309SHETROLL!
She came down from the chasm and scared the hell out of me! I was just trying to move the last bits of our drink below ground when all of a sudden I saw her tearing the wagon apart! I practically jumped back into the fort!
As I was screaming to stay inside, Nails saw Meng's dog run valiantly toward the marauding brute, intent on murdering it. With Meng's plea to save it, Nails, Meng, and Dodok all ran outside on a rescue mission.
It turned out that that wouldn't be necessary.
Eral Swampswings is what Meng calls the dog, and let me tell you, I'll be staying far clear of him in the future. He reached the Shetroll far before Nails could, and proceeded to rip her to pieces. He mangled her heart with his fangs, I've never seen such ferocity!
There's blue troll blood and chunks everywhere, and the damn thing died slumped right over the wagon. Eral trotted off without a scratch, he seems fairly disconnected with what he just did. I don't know if he has a soul.
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