Just been put in charge of the fortress today, think my predecessor got fed up with the giant gem crabs, or something. Or maybe it was the distinct lack of booze around here lately. Either way, time to get to work.
First order of business, we got dwarves running all over the place lugging crap around when they should be sitting in a still doing pumping at booze day and night. I appointed myself the new work manager and started assigning new work orders and workshop permissions.
For some bloody reason, we've got a a farm plot sitting out in the open, outside our walls, so I put the lads to work building a wall around the farms and digging an access tunnel.
It was around now that one of the masons seemed to lose it. I was told that he was 'possessed', but sounds like a load o' crap to me. He was probably just losing it from drinking too much water. He claimed out mason's workshop a little later, and while he was running around screaming for some crap, set about getting a second mason's shop and still set up, and move all our livestock (which for some reason had all been dropped down some hole) into cages by the butchers shop, and a few other expansions around the fortress.
Beefing up the security around here was next on the agenda. We had a half decent militia about the fortress, but in my opinion, why bother fighting when you can just drop 'em in a pit or drown 'em in magma. Goblins drown in magma, right? The lads got to work setting up a second wall around the first, going to flood the section between 'em with lava later once that's finished. I think some migrants showed up, but everybody who walks into my office just gets put on hauling/construction/digging duty, or whatever our blacksmiths and craftdwarfs are too busy to do.
Speaking of finished, that loony taking over my workshop finally finished building a throne out of coal, which I guess is fine since we don't have much other use for it.
Some elves showed up the other day, bloody tree hugging bastards. It was tempting to try out the the new magma flood gates on 'em, but the mechanic hadn't finished setting up all the mechanisms yet, so instead we just took all their food, booze, wood, and cloth, and gave 'em a pile of finished 'goods' that were taking up space. Some goblins tripped the first line of traps while we storing all our acquired trade, and we rushed the militia out to deal with them, which they did without much fanfare. Except the left a bloody mess right outside the fortress which seemed like a good enough excuse to flood it with some magma and clean up. Waited till the elves left so we wouldn't get stuck with the smelly bastards in here.
Also had some gold statues commissioned to put around our drawbridge.
Been a few births lately, in the middle of the parties, don't know why I never get invited to these parties. Anyway, gonna have the boys start work outside once the lava cools and... oh, hrm... probably should have seen that coming...
In hindsight, wish I hadn't waited for the elves to leave. Look on their ugly faces would have been hilarious.
First order of business, we got dwarves running all over the place lugging crap around when they should be sitting in a still doing pumping at booze day and night. I appointed myself the new work manager and started assigning new work orders and workshop permissions.
For some bloody reason, we've got a a farm plot sitting out in the open, outside our walls, so I put the lads to work building a wall around the farms and digging an access tunnel.
It was around now that one of the masons seemed to lose it. I was told that he was 'possessed', but sounds like a load o' crap to me. He was probably just losing it from drinking too much water. He claimed out mason's workshop a little later, and while he was running around screaming for some crap, set about getting a second mason's shop and still set up, and move all our livestock (which for some reason had all been dropped down some hole) into cages by the butchers shop, and a few other expansions around the fortress.
Beefing up the security around here was next on the agenda. We had a half decent militia about the fortress, but in my opinion, why bother fighting when you can just drop 'em in a pit or drown 'em in magma. Goblins drown in magma, right? The lads got to work setting up a second wall around the first, going to flood the section between 'em with lava later once that's finished. I think some migrants showed up, but everybody who walks into my office just gets put on hauling/construction/digging duty, or whatever our blacksmiths and craftdwarfs are too busy to do.
Speaking of finished, that loony taking over my workshop finally finished building a throne out of coal, which I guess is fine since we don't have much other use for it.
Some elves showed up the other day, bloody tree hugging bastards. It was tempting to try out the the new magma flood gates on 'em, but the mechanic hadn't finished setting up all the mechanisms yet, so instead we just took all their food, booze, wood, and cloth, and gave 'em a pile of finished 'goods' that were taking up space. Some goblins tripped the first line of traps while we storing all our acquired trade, and we rushed the militia out to deal with them, which they did without much fanfare. Except the left a bloody mess right outside the fortress which seemed like a good enough excuse to flood it with some magma and clean up. Waited till the elves left so we wouldn't get stuck with the smelly bastards in here.
Also had some gold statues commissioned to put around our drawbridge.
Been a few births lately, in the middle of the parties, don't know why I never get invited to these parties. Anyway, gonna have the boys start work outside once the lava cools and... oh, hrm... probably should have seen that coming...
In hindsight, wish I hadn't waited for the elves to leave. Look on their ugly faces would have been hilarious.
The lads went to work building up a second moat around the stairs to our bridge, but while they were working on that an unwelcome guest showed up to visit.
Beast killed one of our fisherdwarves who couldn't make it back inside in time and then got distracted by a cat, which he spent a good while chasing around in circles while we finished setting up our moat and bridge. We gave the huge bastard a face full of hot lava when he finally lumbered over to the fortress, but the thing just kind of stood there dumbly while it's flesh melted off before flinging itself into a cage trap.
Promptly following the capture of Piral what's it, we came under siege by a pack of goblins. They just sort of meandered around the area though, seeing as the only way into the fortress was currently a glowing hot field of molten stone. While they sat around with their pikes up their arses waiting for magma to cool, put the lads back to work on some construction projects.
Expanded on the old housing area, as well as new a vertical housing shaft closer to the workshops and dining area.
Built up all the walls around the fortress another level or two, and dropped the outdoors farm down a level, added a second plot, and designated some temporary food and seed storage nearby. I also found out that some of the workers have a hard time telling the difference between red sand, blood stains, and burning hot magma. Drunken bastards.
With all the time we spend stuck behind a field of magma, I felt it prudent to install a back door to the fortress. Gonna leave both the bridges up most of the time, unless some emergency pops up and we need the second way out.
The goblin siege party that had been standing around all month finally decided it was time to charge. With how long they sat there waiting for the magma to cool, you'd think they would have seen it coming. Our mechanic has yet to get the chance to install mechanisms in the outer bridge, so we only managed to drown half the goblins before the rest turned tail and ran.
Not much been happening since the siege. Had one unfortunate death of a baby dwarf, poor thing died of thirst. In the middle of the statue garden. While a party was going on. I really need to find out how to get in on these parties.
A few workers reported to me the other day that some lass had withdrawn from the rest of the dwarves, like I bloody care. But she apparently wasn't doing any work either, so I looked into it, and apparently she had some great craft idea and needed a glass furnace. Specifically one that was NOT powered by magma for some absurd reason. Gave her permission to build one if it would get her back to work, which it didn't. Moron was harassing others for wood, blocks of stone, and glass, because apparently nothing in the huge stockpiles of all that we had weren't good enough for her.
Blacksmiths been complaining about lass in the glass furnace next to their forges, so told build a wall between them and her if she was such a nuisance, which apparently they did, sealing her inside the workshop. Bloody drunken bastards.
When we got her out she was in a melancholy about not finishing her 'amazing project', but not a peep about being entombed alive for half a month. She starved herself to death later.
Human caravan came by this month, and some goblins tried to ambush 'em. They stumbled on one of our peasants out in the field first, who they chased around for awhile a caravan guard picked off half of them with a crossbow. In thanks, I traded the humans a few quality gold pieces instead of the usual huge pile of 'goods' when I took all their supplies off their hands.
Rest of autumn and winter going by fairly quiet. Continued mining below and fortifying above, built up a roof over the fortress, and installing some more drawbridges and hatch covers to seal off the whole fortress, in case we get any flying buggers to deal with. The liaison from the Mountainhomes came by with a caravan at some point, and some migrants I think. I ignored the liaison's rambling as much as I could, but let him know that our hospital was really in need of some gypsum for plaster, don't think there's a single vein of it in the area.
The mayor had mandated we make some platinum products awhile ago, which I decided to ignore since we hadn't mined up any bloody platinum yet. Apparently this upset him so much that he went and beat the lass who makes all our weapons and armor to death. I'm getting fed up of dealing with this bastards, think I'll retire come next spring.
Another goblin ambush tried to sneak in, but tripped up on the first line of traps. This time the second drawbridge was working, so we had 'em trapped when we opened the flood gates, and drowned every last one of 'em.
That seemed like as good a note as any to retire on. I left some notes and instructions on all the levers that had been installed, and have plenty of food and booze stocked up from the dwarven caravan. Gonna spend more time focusing on managing these work orders, and let somebody else handling herding the bloody drunken idiots around the fortress.
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Beast killed one of our fisherdwarves who couldn't make it back inside in time and then got distracted by a cat, which he spent a good while chasing around in circles while we finished setting up our moat and bridge. We gave the huge bastard a face full of hot lava when he finally lumbered over to the fortress, but the thing just kind of stood there dumbly while it's flesh melted off before flinging itself into a cage trap.
Promptly following the capture of Piral what's it, we came under siege by a pack of goblins. They just sort of meandered around the area though, seeing as the only way into the fortress was currently a glowing hot field of molten stone. While they sat around with their pikes up their arses waiting for magma to cool, put the lads back to work on some construction projects.
Expanded on the old housing area, as well as new a vertical housing shaft closer to the workshops and dining area.
Built up all the walls around the fortress another level or two, and dropped the outdoors farm down a level, added a second plot, and designated some temporary food and seed storage nearby. I also found out that some of the workers have a hard time telling the difference between red sand, blood stains, and burning hot magma. Drunken bastards.
With all the time we spend stuck behind a field of magma, I felt it prudent to install a back door to the fortress. Gonna leave both the bridges up most of the time, unless some emergency pops up and we need the second way out.
The goblin siege party that had been standing around all month finally decided it was time to charge. With how long they sat there waiting for the magma to cool, you'd think they would have seen it coming. Our mechanic has yet to get the chance to install mechanisms in the outer bridge, so we only managed to drown half the goblins before the rest turned tail and ran.
Not much been happening since the siege. Had one unfortunate death of a baby dwarf, poor thing died of thirst. In the middle of the statue garden. While a party was going on. I really need to find out how to get in on these parties.
A few workers reported to me the other day that some lass had withdrawn from the rest of the dwarves, like I bloody care. But she apparently wasn't doing any work either, so I looked into it, and apparently she had some great craft idea and needed a glass furnace. Specifically one that was NOT powered by magma for some absurd reason. Gave her permission to build one if it would get her back to work, which it didn't. Moron was harassing others for wood, blocks of stone, and glass, because apparently nothing in the huge stockpiles of all that we had weren't good enough for her.
Blacksmiths been complaining about lass in the glass furnace next to their forges, so told build a wall between them and her if she was such a nuisance, which apparently they did, sealing her inside the workshop. Bloody drunken bastards.
When we got her out she was in a melancholy about not finishing her 'amazing project', but not a peep about being entombed alive for half a month. She starved herself to death later.
Human caravan came by this month, and some goblins tried to ambush 'em. They stumbled on one of our peasants out in the field first, who they chased around for awhile a caravan guard picked off half of them with a crossbow. In thanks, I traded the humans a few quality gold pieces instead of the usual huge pile of 'goods' when I took all their supplies off their hands.
Rest of autumn and winter going by fairly quiet. Continued mining below and fortifying above, built up a roof over the fortress, and installing some more drawbridges and hatch covers to seal off the whole fortress, in case we get any flying buggers to deal with. The liaison from the Mountainhomes came by with a caravan at some point, and some migrants I think. I ignored the liaison's rambling as much as I could, but let him know that our hospital was really in need of some gypsum for plaster, don't think there's a single vein of it in the area.
The mayor had mandated we make some platinum products awhile ago, which I decided to ignore since we hadn't mined up any bloody platinum yet. Apparently this upset him so much that he went and beat the lass who makes all our weapons and armor to death. I'm getting fed up of dealing with this bastards, think I'll retire come next spring.
Another goblin ambush tried to sneak in, but tripped up on the first line of traps. This time the second drawbridge was working, so we had 'em trapped when we opened the flood gates, and drowned every last one of 'em.
That seemed like as good a note as any to retire on. I left some notes and instructions on all the levers that had been installed, and have plenty of food and booze stocked up from the dwarven caravan. Gonna spend more time focusing on managing these work orders, and let somebody else handling herding the bloody drunken idiots around the fortress.
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Yeah, seriously. Go for it. I thought I was going to die and ended up taking down a Forgotten Beast.
There's another one down there waiting for you! Just watch for crashes.
There's another one down there waiting for you! Just watch for crashes.
No one wants to let Llesvelt mess up the fortress 
Well, no! If he insists, it's all yours. 
So, do I get to mess with lava? 
Actually, I fail too much to just post it in one post, so you will get a few, it seems.
Heres the first one. I will try to boil it down more in the next post and include a greater span of time, I promise.
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It is a fine day for the fortress indeed!
It is today that the fortress is gifted with the Magnificent Boss Most High of Me, Llesvelt.
I let the last one keep the managing position, I am sure there will be no problem with that. Not like I will have the time to keep up with those bloody drunken idiots while I am taking care of the fortress. Besides, Lehki got a year of experience with that kind of thing. I have much more important things to spend my time on.
Speaking of which, let us take a look at our first priority.
How am I supposed to make my enlightened decisions without proper quarters? This is unacceptable! For the good of the fortress as a whole I will have to rectify this grave mistake in resource allocation.
The work on the tunnel to what would one day be my underground palace was well on its way pretty quickly, so I made the decision to stock it with statues made by the finest mason in the whole fortress from the finest materials available that I had time to find, stones. First I would have to smooth over all the walls and floors, of course, as well as engrave them, can't do a job half-heartedly, afterall.
At this point the industrious nature of my subjects had begun to be utilized towards the highest virtue of all, making me happy.
After a while they seemed to really get into a rythm concerning the whole "worship me" thing, so I let stuff run its course for a few weeks. Nothing really interesting happened, they continued slaving at my every whim, working hard and earnestly to please their almighty overlord. Someone on the higher levels went a bit berzerk and destroyed something that was not mine and died shortly after, quite a ruckus.
This quiet time of building and reflection upon the gloriousness of their leader went on for about a month, then new meat arrived.
Being the benevolent and wise leader that I was, I quickly accepted them and just as quickly pointed them in the direction of the mines.
So some more time went by, rather dreadful with all the waiting, seems my term will be relatively undisturbed by all the problems plaguing past mayors. Another worker went berzerk, killing one or two of the other workers in the process. I can't imagine whats going through the minds of the lower classes, simply dreadful.
The tunnel and general shape of the palace had been done for half a month, by now, and the work on the smoothening of the stones was rather well on the way as well. Smoothening and engraving all the walls and floors would take some time, but hey, anything for the people.
So time goes on, more killings, rather annoying, really. One would think they would be able to settle their differences like adults. Maybe I should increase the worload, I mean, that way they will not have time to kill each other, and the palace will be completed at a faster pace!
So just today a fight broke out in the tunnel, something about "unfair working conditions" or such. Luckily, the troublemaker was soon put down by his comrades.
The workers have begun complaining about unfair advantages given the nobles. I don't think they know what noble means.
Someone forgot to drag out a body to the big pile of skulls today and it smelled up the whole upper level of the fortress, digusting! Good thing I don't live there.
Lehki seems to have died, I am going to have to find a new manager. Oh what the hell, I might as well take up the job myself. In fact, I might as well take up ALL the noble positions myself! Well, except for the military ones, I am not a murderer, afterall. I'll find some poor schmucks to take care of that for me.
Yesterday I was visited by a worker, quite a dreadful thing, speaking with the unworthy, but I guess it is my divine duty to cater to the needs of the poor ignorant masses. He was rather silly, accusing me of building a palace and engaging in debaucheries while Torchtombs was burning. I told him Torchtombs won't burn, because it is made out of stone. That seemed to shut him up, I am ever so wise and witty!
Oh well, I am only a few months into the year and it is already going oh so delightful!
Heres the first one. I will try to boil it down more in the next post and include a greater span of time, I promise.
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It is a fine day for the fortress indeed!
It is today that the fortress is gifted with the Magnificent Boss Most High of Me, Llesvelt.
I let the last one keep the managing position, I am sure there will be no problem with that. Not like I will have the time to keep up with those bloody drunken idiots while I am taking care of the fortress. Besides, Lehki got a year of experience with that kind of thing. I have much more important things to spend my time on.
Speaking of which, let us take a look at our first priority.
How am I supposed to make my enlightened decisions without proper quarters? This is unacceptable! For the good of the fortress as a whole I will have to rectify this grave mistake in resource allocation.
The work on the tunnel to what would one day be my underground palace was well on its way pretty quickly, so I made the decision to stock it with statues made by the finest mason in the whole fortress from the finest materials available that I had time to find, stones. First I would have to smooth over all the walls and floors, of course, as well as engrave them, can't do a job half-heartedly, afterall.
At this point the industrious nature of my subjects had begun to be utilized towards the highest virtue of all, making me happy.
After a while they seemed to really get into a rythm concerning the whole "worship me" thing, so I let stuff run its course for a few weeks. Nothing really interesting happened, they continued slaving at my every whim, working hard and earnestly to please their almighty overlord. Someone on the higher levels went a bit berzerk and destroyed something that was not mine and died shortly after, quite a ruckus.
This quiet time of building and reflection upon the gloriousness of their leader went on for about a month, then new meat arrived.
Being the benevolent and wise leader that I was, I quickly accepted them and just as quickly pointed them in the direction of the mines.
So some more time went by, rather dreadful with all the waiting, seems my term will be relatively undisturbed by all the problems plaguing past mayors. Another worker went berzerk, killing one or two of the other workers in the process. I can't imagine whats going through the minds of the lower classes, simply dreadful.
The tunnel and general shape of the palace had been done for half a month, by now, and the work on the smoothening of the stones was rather well on the way as well. Smoothening and engraving all the walls and floors would take some time, but hey, anything for the people.
So time goes on, more killings, rather annoying, really. One would think they would be able to settle their differences like adults. Maybe I should increase the worload, I mean, that way they will not have time to kill each other, and the palace will be completed at a faster pace!
So just today a fight broke out in the tunnel, something about "unfair working conditions" or such. Luckily, the troublemaker was soon put down by his comrades.
The workers have begun complaining about unfair advantages given the nobles. I don't think they know what noble means.
Someone forgot to drag out a body to the big pile of skulls today and it smelled up the whole upper level of the fortress, digusting! Good thing I don't live there.
Lehki seems to have died, I am going to have to find a new manager. Oh what the hell, I might as well take up the job myself. In fact, I might as well take up ALL the noble positions myself! Well, except for the military ones, I am not a murderer, afterall. I'll find some poor schmucks to take care of that for me.
Yesterday I was visited by a worker, quite a dreadful thing, speaking with the unworthy, but I guess it is my divine duty to cater to the needs of the poor ignorant masses. He was rather silly, accusing me of building a palace and engaging in debaucheries while Torchtombs was burning. I told him Torchtombs won't burn, because it is made out of stone. That seemed to shut him up, I am ever so wise and witty!
Oh well, I am only a few months into the year and it is already going oh so delightful!
