1st Granite, 252, The Era of the Elven WarNemica and Arceia are dead, and my heart weeps for her. The elves see fit to slaughter our people, and now the mountain has swallowed up my lover and my friend? I weep bitter tears, and it seems our gods died along with our last Queen.
But I cannot let it bring me down; tragedy is the Dwarven way, and I shall find comfort in my work, and our labour of freedom and justice.
So, Felcis, great oversee has withdrawn, accepting the fact that Dwarven Civilisation should not be led by the warriors, but by the craftsmen.
I have been elected, in lack of anyone better I gather, to lead the fortress, the last remaining Councillor of the Craftsmens Guild. These are times of great need, and I'll be working closely with Felcis to ensure the continued survival and success of Watchedgleam.
Felcis is a military Dwarf, and the upper levels are clearly designed to anticipate the inevitable confrontation with the Goblinkind. And the thricecursed Elves. However, I shall be redesigning some of the lower levels to heighten the effenciency, in the tradition of the Craftsguilds.
I have spoken to Anti-Paragon about this, and he himself has put a stamp of approval upon my new designs. Good dwarf, with a firm understanding of the need of solid traditions in this situation. I also pointed out that we had many other concerns to take care of. He smiled sadly and nodded. I furthermore requested he make an accurate record of our stockpiles; no guilddwarf can work with the by-and-large numbers we suffer with now.
When my beloved Nemica feel to her death, she brought along her pick. This will fast become a problem. The fortress will wither with no more digging. I'll have a look at this further on.
2nd GraniteIt's becoming clear to me that Felcis is not well. I suspect he is haunted by something, and I cannot tell what. Beside his large wound in the leg, I suppose. Damned that there aren't more of us. There's
work to do, a -lot- of work to do.
I ordered a stockpile for refuse constructed outside - the food levels are flooded with dead vermin.
I ordered to Dwarves, NRDL and Stoutpants, to start digging. They obliged.
12th GraniteFelcis seems better. Which is good, we need both him and Wynz in good figthing condition - this fortress has not seen the worst yet. None of it, I fear.
The Axion conjured forth a couple of iron picks, erasing my worries in this dierection completely.
Spishhaban, the selfproclaimed "Fishy Sheriff" stopped by me today and reminded me he needed an office to exact "Fishy Justice". I waved him away, but I think I'll make him that office. I have no idea what the dwarf would do if he didn't get it. Besides, he's a hardworking honest dwarf, and if he wants to capture criminals, it's off my hands.
13th GraniteMy next project will be to create a proper workshop level. The layout of the fort is designed for defence, not industry in my view. Being unable to find anyone workshop not my own, I told Anti-Paragon to tell someone to construct some slabs so we could commemorate our fallen properly. He told me he'd get it done. He also gave me a heavenly accurate count-up of our goods.
We have lots of drink and food. I ordered some excess animals slaughtered none the less, they take up too much space. Everything else seems in order.
15th GraniteWent by the kitchen today - despite my complete lack of understanding for the process, Xiek keeps turning humble ingredients into one masterly meal after the other. I expressed my gratitude and respect. She told me to get on with the work. I agreed.
19th GraniteSurvivors! Our civilisation is not so dead as we feared! 18 Dwarves, fleeing the wilderness for a whole year before hearing of Watchedgleam.
They were led by a dwarf named Nemica, strangely. I put them all to work immedietly, I'll have to look any exceptional skills they might have.
27th GraniteThe amount of stray stone in the corridors are staggering. Everyone capeable is hauling them away, to the future crafting segment. I will not the old Guilds die!
31st Granite I drafted two young dwarves into the military. I stopped to admire the sheer quality of our dining room.