Diary of Randall Fragg, Uber-Duke
Entry 29:
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The King of the Dwarves may be moving here! We're currently one of the top candidates for the capital, and the outpost liaison pretty much confirmed it. I've been working on new living quarters for the king, good ones. It's down on the lowest inhabited level, and I've made sure that it's Shiny and Chrome enough for him.
That aside, things have been quite. Winter is upon us. I've ordered the clothiers to produce more mittens. No sense getting frostbite.
I've been working on the bugs with our shooting gallery, and I think I've got it worked out.
A giant monster made of vomit was seen moving in the caverns. Thankfully it cannot reach us. I believe it was sent by my masters. They require sacrifice.
Either that or the layer vomit covering the entrance has become sentient and is summoning it's kin.
Entry 30:
Well, the shooting range worked better, as in the goblin was naked this time and didn't escape. Unfortunately some of our archers decided that, instead of standing behind the safe barricade and firing they should charge into the deep pit to clobber the goblin with their crossbows.
Also, don't leave the door in the pit unlocked. The goblins can climb up the walls.
I had a dream that disturbed me greatly. Our fortress ran out of mittens. There were no mittens anywhere. And all the beds had been stolen. It turned out that a bunch of filthy elven traders had taken them! Evil pointy eared bastards! They were riding away and laughing at us while our hands froze and had to be amputated and we slept on the hard rock ground. I take it as an omen. Elvish infiltrators are trying to steal our precious mittens and our wooden beds! It would cripple our operations here, it's so evilly brilliant! What if the Dwarven King's hands froze off? How could he be a king if he had no hands? Who ever heard of a king with no hands? How could our armies function if they didn't get their beauty sleep? Typical elves, they aren't man enough to spar in a real fight so they resort to their perverted infiltration and subversion!
For that reason, I've ordered construction of extra mittens, and banned the export of mittens and beds.
I'm also constructing a Strategic Mitten Reserve, so we can function if this elvish plot ever comes to fruitation. Armok help us all!
Entry 31:
Winter has passed. The elvish plot has not been sprung. They'll lay low for a while, until I let my guard down. NOT A CHANCE YOU WOODHUMPING FAGGOTS! YOU WON'T SUBVERT THIS DWARF TO YOUR TREEHUGGING WAYS!
The change in leadership is coming. I just pray that my successors will be as capable I am in managing this fortress. ARMOK BLESS FAILMIRTH, ALL ARE ARMED FORCES, AND THE DWARVESH PEOPLE! STRIKE THE EARTH AND SEMPER FIDELIOUS!
Okay, real talk.
Admantine mining is well underway, and the military is being equipped with admantine weapons. BE VERY CAREFUL HERE. I've set up a few drawbridges to hopefully serve as containment.
We're having some bullshit with gems. The dwarfs aren't recognizing them or something. Go see what's in a Gem Container, and then order them to cut it. You'll see what I mean.
We have a place set up for the king.
The greenhouse is up. Use it to grow above ground plants to give the dwarves some liquor/food diversity.
The front is covered in vomit.
@Hat @Dynastia or
@Forever Sunrise You're up. Whoever first posts here claiming it is the next overseer. Also, Add the year of your save to the end of your save.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/u3lten2qr0b4aje/KiwiRegiondemonsYear148.zip?dl=0