Krash’s diary, 6th of Malachite
Abel Tinötholtar has been acting strange for a while. Today he snatched up some raw materials and barricaded himself in a jeweler’s workshop. This is the result:
Abel says that it appeared to him in a dream. He was trapped in a cold and damp place, a fish-like demon watching hungrily from the depths of a pool of troubled waters. At first the creature couldn’t reach him, but then the waters began to bubble and rise, lapping at his feet… Abel says the only way to stop the dream from coming true was to craft that bed.
I think Abel has been hitting the wine far too little lately. But whatever. Now we - I mean I - have a fancy bed.
Krash’s diary, 4th of Galena
Silly humans have come.
Haven’t you learned yet that all we sell to you is crap? Silly humans!
I’ve had some dwarfs install traps in the future main entrance of the fort. Don’t want us caught with our pants down when we open it.
The new dining room is shaping up nicely, just next to the kitchen (also new).
Krash’s diary, 13th of Limestone
Something is amiss. I mean everything is working out so well…
Migrants you say? As fucking useless as the previous horde you say? Yeah, I guess that would ruin my day.
I don’t really know how, but some have managed to get into contact with their loved ones and made them come here. Why anyone would want a family member in such a dangerous place is beyond me. Unless it’s a mother in law, of course.
One of the migrants has encountered deep goblins before.
And killed them. Good lad!
Krash’s diary, 24th of Limestone
(Yes that’s the same wood burner as in the previous update)
I retract whatever unfair judgment I’ve made about Eral in the past. In fact he’s a total bro. When you think about it, what could be more un-elven (and therefore dwarven) than burning wood?
We need a bigger militia. But all most dwarfs aspire to is crafting endless piles of useless crap, haul it around the fort, snatch socks for their prized collection, and maybe tantrum a little when the occasion presents itself. No-one wants to enroll (those who did are already in The Turquoise Pets), and no one would confess to being non-essential to the fort, since I’d just force them into the military. So how do I pick out whom to “promote?”
It was Eral who came up with the plan.
He announced a big party. See, the dwarfs who are busy doing something they like, which mostly overlap with work, they don’t feel much like going. But all the ones just loitering come straight away. After all the second greatest entertainment is drinking, right? I drafted the early arrivals and sent them to train at the barracks.
That’s not a hangover they’ll get rid of by tomorrow.
Krash’s diary, 11th of Timber
And he had a large caravan with him. It’s good to meet someone from the outside who’s not a yeti, a human, a deep goblin, or an elf. Still sold them crap of course, but I offered them a drink first.
I had to go looking for William to get him to meet with the liaison. He’s been busy examining the corpses of the deep goblins. What’s there to examine anyways? We already know that they can bleed and die; that should be enough.
Found something among the crates we sold to the traders:
I don’t want to know.
Krash’s diary, 20th of Moonstone
Our Major èsum, safe in the knowledge that we can’t export any large gems, has now demanded that we make more of them. Ok, I guess? She also wants a better office, dining room, and bedroom, as well as a giant gold statue atop the mountain. I’m sorry but we have to draw the line somewhere, Major or not.
(The three golden lines thingies are gold doors.)