Post by crowbeard on Mar 8, 2009 3:16:58 GMT -5
Moonstone 6th, 305: When I awoke this morning I found a note nestled in my beard. Apparently my predecessor has retired early and dumped the responsibility on me. Well, I'd better hop to. Judging by the date of this missive the fortress has been left unattended for over a week. Yes. I'll get to work straight away. First a visit to the dining hall, and then straight to work!
Addendum: Now that I've eaten there with a beard filled with authority, I've come to realize that our dining hall is pathetic; barely a cafeteria. How can we, who would settle for a dining hall that is merely legendary call ourselves dwarfs at all!? I have ordered improvements made.
Moonstone 8th, 305: After some insistence I was eventually convinced to have a look over the fortress' records. The results were shocking.
How could we have let it get this bad? It is clear to me that my priority as fortress overseer is to improve the quality of life in this hellhole. I've torn down the extraneous Craftsdwarf's workshop in favor of another Carpenter's shop in order to better keep up with demand for booze barrels. Furthermore: it is absurd that we have no meat in the fortress, but more animals roaming about than dwarfs. I'm having them slaughtered.
Moonstone 14th, 305: The new entryway to the dining hall is coming along nicely. The cage traps I've ordered placed along the exits of the pits, however... Apparently the worker, one "SlantRhyme" is complaining that he can't finish the cage traps because there are cages in the way. sigh.
Moonstone 16th, 305: Sigun Tathurlikot, an Animal Handler, has dropped the drink he was brewing. Apparently he's been posessed and taken over the one craftsdwarf's workshop we can't secure. I've assigned him a war dog in case he can't find what he needs.
Opal 4th, 305: Goden Tiristzgod's rotting corpse is still lying in the middle of the dining hall. While I appreciate the irony of dying of dehydration inches away from a stout mug of ale, I would have expected his body to have been buried by now. This is pretty gross.
Opal 13th, 305: Aw hell. As it turns out, while most of my predecessors saw fit to prepare for themselves quite lavish tombs, none of them were particularly concerned with the fact that the rest of us would just be left to rot in the open air. I have prepared burial recepticles for the general populace on the lowest level so that this won't happen again. Disgusting.
Addendum: Now that I've eaten there with a beard filled with authority, I've come to realize that our dining hall is pathetic; barely a cafeteria. How can we, who would settle for a dining hall that is merely legendary call ourselves dwarfs at all!? I have ordered improvements made.
Moonstone 8th, 305: After some insistence I was eventually convinced to have a look over the fortress' records. The results were shocking.
How could we have let it get this bad? It is clear to me that my priority as fortress overseer is to improve the quality of life in this hellhole. I've torn down the extraneous Craftsdwarf's workshop in favor of another Carpenter's shop in order to better keep up with demand for booze barrels. Furthermore: it is absurd that we have no meat in the fortress, but more animals roaming about than dwarfs. I'm having them slaughtered.
Moonstone 14th, 305: The new entryway to the dining hall is coming along nicely. The cage traps I've ordered placed along the exits of the pits, however... Apparently the worker, one "SlantRhyme" is complaining that he can't finish the cage traps because there are cages in the way. sigh.
Moonstone 16th, 305: Sigun Tathurlikot, an Animal Handler, has dropped the drink he was brewing. Apparently he's been posessed and taken over the one craftsdwarf's workshop we can't secure. I've assigned him a war dog in case he can't find what he needs.
Opal 4th, 305: Goden Tiristzgod's rotting corpse is still lying in the middle of the dining hall. While I appreciate the irony of dying of dehydration inches away from a stout mug of ale, I would have expected his body to have been buried by now. This is pretty gross.
Opal 13th, 305: Aw hell. As it turns out, while most of my predecessors saw fit to prepare for themselves quite lavish tombs, none of them were particularly concerned with the fact that the rest of us would just be left to rot in the open air. I have prepared burial recepticles for the general populace on the lowest level so that this won't happen again. Disgusting.