9th of Moonstone, 124:
We have had some issues concerning food storage. Even though we have plenty of barrels and pots, my dwarfs refuse to store prepared meals in them. Almost all our food is prepared as of now, so this is threatening. Luckily the aquifer presents us with a steady supply of clean water, so my dwarfs will never die of thirst.
Food rotting away outside, spoilt because of exposure17th of Moonstone, 124:
I have finally managed to locate my corpse: perched atop the tower outside. I must have locked myself outside, and starved to death up there. Such a foolish mistake. Why did I not just climb down, in the name of the Gods? I would have easily survived the fall. I guess I was a coward in life.
Lemonpie's corpse23rd of Moonstone, 124:
Something keeps scaring our animals. At first, I thought it might have been my ethereal form, which had started to become visible to all. But, it was not the case it seemed. I almost ectoplasm'd my pants when I suddenly heard a shrieking laughter coming from a bush next to me. Then, I saw it. A dog-like mammal, laughing. I must be going crazy.
The risen ghost of Lemonpie, and a traveling pack of hyenas.11th of Opal, 124:
Food has run out completely. I wondered how it could be. After all, I had two dedicated herbalists working around the clock to harvest a variety of plants growing outside. Were the gathering areas plucked empty? I immediately ordered my herbalists to harvest plants elswhere, but they were... otherwise occupied. It seems herbalists suffer in this fortress. Where they first fought immensely after my death, the two of them were now stuck in a tree. Someone most likely took their stepladder away from underneath them whilst they were plucking fruit. At least I could pinpoint why we were short on food, and I ordered one of our horse foals to be butchered.
Two starving herbalists, stuck in a tree. They lived of larvae and bugs for weeks before they were "rescued"12th of Opal, 124:
I've ordered the trees in whence the herbalists currently sit to be cut down. They refuse to climb down, even after I constructed ramps for them to climb down with. Things did not go as I planned them.
Horrific scenes displayed after the fall of the treeSuch horrible injuries. Such a travesty. Poor Goden. This fortress is truly cursed for anyone bearing the title of herbalist. I looked in horror as Goden ran back to the fortress, desperately clutching a gaping hole the size of an apple in his neck. Blood spurted everywhere as he ran, hoping to make it to the hospital in time. Eventually, he collapsed halfway there, in the middle of our farmer's workshop. The poor soul even left a wife and children to fend for themselves. I shall memorize him in a honourable way.
Goden's last, blood covered yards.20th of Opal, 124:
My dwarfs now refuse to harvest. All of them. Food is withering away on the surface, while they are starving inside. I do not understand. What is wrong with them? Has living carelessly made them weak? At Iden, the other herbalist, seems to have healed. He walks around again, harvesting plants in the wild. He will still need time to recover fully though.
Many crops withering away on the fertile lands, as the dwarfs refuse to even acknowledge their existence.13th of Obsidian, 124:
The entrance is finished. Loaded crossbow-traps defend the limestone path inside, allowing for the safe passage of merchants without risking the inside to threats outside. The measures will need to be stepped up later, though.
Menacing contraptions defending the gate from intruders.28th of Obsidian, 124:
Food is of the greatest importance now. Yet I feel my powers fading away. Another must take over for me. I am no longer a capable leader. I doubt if I ever was, but the past must be left alone. My tomb, and Goden's too, have been finished. I can feel how my corpse is softly put in a coffin. I can feel the Gods, the warmth of heaven. I am sorry, but I am no more.
Until the next life.
Well, the first turn is done!
Here's the save!Mate888, it's your turn now. Lead us to greatness!
Alpha, I've added you to the turnlist. I'll take the turn after yours for myself.