(OOC): Good call Urist, I think that’s a perfect task for our new cheesemaker. Now I just need to mine out some gold!
Alxnotorious: Yes, the new migrants are available to claim. Asmel is now your dwarf. From Cog’s Journal, 7th of Malachite, 302
I have an office! Finally managed to get the first round of planning done. Specifically, I’m trying to figure out how to tap the volcano. I plan to put magma to good use in the future, so I need a fairly generous amount. Granted I got a few odd looks when I told my fellow dwarves the dimensions of the magma channel. And yes, it is indeed my intent to dig a 3 tile wide “channel.” This will probably take Catten and Rogue the rest of the season to finish, but it will be a good warm up for the future.From Cog’s Journal, 28th of Sandstone, 302
As if things aren’t frustrating enough here, apparently this is a pretty cold desert. The murky pools outside froze over last night. Events of the, 2nd of Timber, 302
“Hello, is anybody here?” Erush Ariden, the outpost liason looked cautiously around the rather narrow tunnel leading into the mountainside. She shook her head. “Not even enough space for a wagon,” she thought to herself. “What a place to be sent on my first assignment.”
She made her way inside and got directions from the first dwarf she saw to Cog’s office. In all honesty the place wasn’t terribly impressive. Narrow, unfinished hallways and loose stone scattered around the halls. If this was the best Cog had to offer, his detractors from mountainhome would be laughing themselves silly. Still, it had only be a short time, but there weren’t any signs of any grand plans in action.
Finally she got to a door at the end of a hallway. She knocked loudly on it. Inside a loud voice yelled, “Go away! I’ve got work to do here! These stupid documents won’t finish themselves you know.” She cringed a bit, and the pushed the door open. “Excuse me sir . . .”
A short, balding dwarf burst out of his chair at a desk covered in mounds of paper yelling “GO AWAY I SAID AND FURTHERMORE . . . Oh wait, I don’t recognize you. Are you a new immigrant?”
“I’m your duly appointed liason with mountain home sir” she said, cringing a bit. “I think there are a few immigrants walking with the caravan though.”
Cog snorted, “I do apologize, it’s the first time in almost 3 months I’ve had to sit down and work. Come in, let’s talk about what the nobles back home have to offer.”From Cog’s Journal, 25th of Timber, 302
Figures, I’d come within a whisker of alienating our liason. Well, at least she was fairly reasonable to talk with. Seems to have a good head on her shoulders although she did point out how poor this place looks. Can’t blame her, what with being focused on survival for the past few months. At least things are starting to look up. We’ve got four new migrants as well as the caravan in the house.
Our newest immigrant cheesemaker seems to have a good head on his shoulder and was apparently quite chummy with the merchants on the trip out so I sent him off to take care of trading. He did quite well considering we only had four boxes of stone crafts to trade. At least we should have enough food to get us through a couple more seasons.
Pretty soon I’m going to be asking our miners to take a serious risk. It’s finally time to breach the magma pipe. I think they drew straws on the job already; Catten seems surprisingly enthusiastic about it considering the dangers.