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That's all the work of two badass speardwarves. Aside from the two crossbowmen, nobody brought armour or weapons. That's... odd. Total casualties ; one of the crossbowmen shot a stray ewe in the hoof, but the attack glanced off. Dumping their bodies and too-large-for-dwarf clothes, and collecting up the crossbows and bolts now.
My order to change the dump site from a spot outside to the volcano seems to have some unexpected but predictable consequences, as lava mist splashing up has started a fire. A weaponsmith and her baby burned up in the fire. Oh well. That brings my workplace accident fatality count up to three. Doing much better than I usually do, to be honest.
Dumb. Dumb and gay, doesn't even come in a pair, and it's made with bones and glass instead of precious shinies. No undeserved title of nobility for you, Deduk. In fact, I'm changing your name to 'Spastic Fuckwit' for this.
Day 1 of Spring
And so ends my tenure as fort overseer. The legacy of my reign will be my luxurious palatial suite, where I hoard all the precious shinies of the fort.
And the colour maroon...
Notes for the next overseer ;
- The Cleveland Steamer is operational, just pull the lever to dump magma into the entrance. Might want to doublecheck the drawbridge is up (and magma-safe) first.
- The dwarven trade caravan is still milling around the depot like a bunch of assholes. They don't want to leave, but considering how safe they make things, maybe we should leave them there.
- The caverns are totally sealed off. Don't worry about anything nasty getting in until you open them up.
- I've only made a few axes, helms and breastplates, but the bronze industry is ready to go.
Now, trying to figure out how to dropbox...
That's all the work of two badass speardwarves. Aside from the two crossbowmen, nobody brought armour or weapons. That's... odd. Total casualties ; one of the crossbowmen shot a stray ewe in the hoof, but the attack glanced off. Dumping their bodies and too-large-for-dwarf clothes, and collecting up the crossbows and bolts now.
My order to change the dump site from a spot outside to the volcano seems to have some unexpected but predictable consequences, as lava mist splashing up has started a fire. A weaponsmith and her baby burned up in the fire. Oh well. That brings my workplace accident fatality count up to three. Doing much better than I usually do, to be honest.
Dumb. Dumb and gay, doesn't even come in a pair, and it's made with bones and glass instead of precious shinies. No undeserved title of nobility for you, Deduk. In fact, I'm changing your name to 'Spastic Fuckwit' for this.
Day 1 of Spring
And so ends my tenure as fort overseer. The legacy of my reign will be my luxurious palatial suite, where I hoard all the precious shinies of the fort.
And the colour maroon...
Notes for the next overseer ;
- The Cleveland Steamer is operational, just pull the lever to dump magma into the entrance. Might want to doublecheck the drawbridge is up (and magma-safe) first.
- The dwarven trade caravan is still milling around the depot like a bunch of assholes. They don't want to leave, but considering how safe they make things, maybe we should leave them there.
- The caverns are totally sealed off. Don't worry about anything nasty getting in until you open them up.
- I've only made a few axes, helms and breastplates, but the bronze industry is ready to go.
Now, trying to figure out how to dropbox...
