I have had enough of the rambling bee. His insistence of making me dig the entire fort by myself is humiliating in of itself, but the more infuriating part of it is that the rest of the fortress (minus my secret henchman) views him with utmost respect. Instead of me caving in his skull and convincing the others that i was helping him be a beehive or something, i took his job.
Those weapons-grade hallucinogenic mushrooms that i kept slipping into his drink ended up driving him completely insane. As such, he has ceded control over to me.
While charismatic, Tieranus has no idea how to run a massive fort. 1 Miner? really? Im upping that number to FOUR, with three copper picks being ordered. We also have no planted plump helmets, so we're going with some more farmers. On the final thing we need is storage containers. From what i was able to extract from Tieraius's insane ramblings (I may have used a dose a smidgen too high), he was using COPPER to make barrels! We have MOUNTAINS of stone around here, so we're making rock pots. Perhaps we'll graduate to metal barrels once we actually have a working fort.
We also are running out of wood, so i've had everyone who isn't making rock pots, smithing, or mining (or waiting for a pick) is ordered to clear cut the forest, elf blood be damned.
An old friend of mine lives near here, residing in that goblin tower. We didnt leave on good terms. "Terry" and i never got along particularily well (he objected to me using his goblin creations as pawns), and i can guarantee that once he learns about me being here, he's gonna want to say hello.
Now, i know how to care for minions, and proper bedding is essential. We have FOUR beds for everyone, just out in the dirt. No carvings, nothing. Now, i may not see the other minions as an equal, but i do know how to get them working at peak efficiency. A drunk and happy dwarf is a PRODUCTIVE minion! Bedrooms are being designated in the new shaft that i am constructing. A windmill configuration, 1x3 rooms that i can fit 28 of in a single floor.
Speaking of new designations, the farms are being reworking. A proper 5x5 farm section designated, with food preparation, storage, and other cloth related industries placed in SECURE locations. Mining surveys places an aquifer both south of the main floor AND 2-5 levels under the "Good" section of the land. On the bright side, we have a gigantic amount of stone to work with. If my geology knowledge hasn't entirely dissipated, we have about 5-10 levels below base level until we hit the caverns, and we're on a mountainside. This means that as long as we don't dig too deep in our base expansion, nor into the good sections of the terrain, we shouldn't encounter any caverns.
1st Granite:
One of the hippos in the river has given birth to hippo calves. there's now 17 calves in the river, and 8 hippos, 2 aligators, 4 milkfish, and two stingrays (i thought stingrays couldnt survive in river. Perhaps one of "Terry's" inventions
2nd Granite.
Matoro freaked out today, sprinting towards the edge of the map, right after i told him to go take a break from patrol duty. He's currently screaming to himself, punching trees and throwing a tantrum. For the moment, im taking away his weapons. He can have them back when he calms down.
27th Granite:
Matoro has calmed down enough for me to give him back his axe, and Tieranus starts screaming that it's raining elf blood. He's not freaked out by the fact that it's raning blood, he's screaming for his BEES, who made it outside (Somehow). I really did a number on him...
5th Slate:
More hippo calves are being birthed...
7th slate:
Another hippo calf
12th Salte:
Seriously, how fast do hippos kick out pups? That's TEN in the past two months!
14th Slate:
MIGRANTS. TWENTY NINE OF THEM!
Of note are:
1 metalsmith (great furnace operating, weaponsmithing, armoring)
1 Great Strand Extractor (where the hell has he been to get that skilled at a task many dwarves will never experience?)
4 farmers
That's it. noone else of note.
20th Slate:
Griffinpup and Matoro have decided to get married. They are both unhappy, and are both the only members of the military. They have been having long "Training" sessions behind closed doors. They have decided to "Forego" any formal celebrations.
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