-12- [Machinemornings] (2.7) : I know we are great but move somewhere else!

1st granite, 258 - First things first, check supplies, check managers work, fix my poor living situations before I get angry. I get our lazy idelers started on engraving my tomb and bedroom, hopefully they will bring it up to my standards. Statues are also brought in, hopefully the ones on queue are of better quality.

8th granite, 258 - I guess former military monster GhostofGod was our captain because when I arive we do not have one. Minkot Dorenthismshur is appointed captain of the guard.

17th granite, 258 - Our first baby boy has been born welcome back to the chalk cespool GhostofGod. We are now at 200 dwarfs! Spoke too soon now 201....

22nd granite, 258 - witha a few extra weapon racks, armor stands, chests, and cabinets, I am finally satisfied.

24th granite, 258 - Crap, more migrants..... 10 more in fact.

More later, just wanted you to know I'm on it

?? , 258 - So much is going on in my life as a Baron that I have no time with menial date recordings or updating my diary in my normally detailed way. My shirt hoarding mandate seems to be working out wonderfully, I shall add scepter and crutch making to the list of things for my subjects to do. Mayor/Broker/Bookkeeper QuestionQuality (or as I like to call him QQ) took a page from my book and banned splints from being sold. So here is the rundown of what has been happening:

Marksdwarves skewered a few vultures who were bothering the common folk. A few of our "tamed" animals reverted back to their savagery (good thing I kept them locked up, not sure if anyone is on retraining).

Early spring arrives with the elven traders. Good thing too because raw food and booze level are running low. The elves start unpacking when a goblin ambush shows up, I send out the troops and they mop them up before reaching the Trade Depot. While the military go and kick back for a post butt-kicking brew, the second goblin ambush arrives! Our metal clad killing machines race back to slaughter the sneaky gits. One spear recruit falls to a bowman and everyone else mops up the looters. An Elven merchant held off the attack so his bretheren and yaks could escape, unfortunately, wood armor doesn't hold up well against metal weapons and we find his body after the fray. In a surprising turn of events, QQ, er QuestionQuality made it to the depot to trade but there was no elven trader to deal with (I guess our casualty was the main trader because the 6 other traders there wouldn't talk to him). We have great need for their supplies so we give the other traders some time to mourn their now rotting brother. With a heavy heart I make the tough call, our boys need food and drink, unhappy dwarves means no more cushy job for me. The whole of our military might (maybe 12-16) casually stroll into the trade depot to admire the exotic goods the elves have brought. "Just in case of more ambushes we are going to seal off the outer door. We wouldn't want anymore of our guests getting injured." SLAM QQ excuses himself from the depot with a mumbled excuse about drink and counting chalk blocks. After QQ leaves with his menagerie of pets his cloak "accidently" catches on the lever for the other gate to the Trade Depot. CRASH He hurries down the stairs to the muffled cries of Elves and Yaks.

Huzzah!  Our Hammer Lord informed me that the elves, after hearing of our need for supplies,  offered all their

goods to us and our king! I hope they have no trouble with goblins on their way home. On a side note the haulers have been complaining about miasma in the Trade Depot, I will go check it out (once it clears of course).

Someone was taken by a fey mood, they made an Ebony toy hammer!  That would normally get them sent to 

cavern spelunking duty but it describes the founding of MachineMornings and I promote him to a master wood crafter.

More migrants sigh....  I start building more bedrooms since some people are getting edgy about not having a

bed. (One of the marksmen is getting ready to organize a strike so I give his unit a few months off and he got the first room) We are out of silver it seems (someone ordered 30 silver statues and they each take 3 bars so I canceled the rest) I set the craftsmen on work of beds, doors, cabinets, chests. I tried to make some candy cloaks but I guess all the thread is going to wafers so GhostofGod could decide what to use all those candy wafers for.

Summer is here and so are the humans, we trade over 30,000 dwarf bucks worth of supplies with them

(20,000 of it was in crafts). Autumn is now here and we are still moving supplies out. I regret to inform you all that I must step down early as leader of our fine fort. Fear not, I will still be your royal Duchess but I must attend to my dual wielding crutch Urist before she spirals my lodgings into chaos. I regret not being able to add more detail/etchings to this account but as we all know sometimes life happens too fast and too much, when it rains it pours, and may it always pour beer.

DFFD file

EDIT: Don't know why some lines are italics (was the whole bottom half but hit enter after every line so now is only first line of each paragraph)