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The outpost liaison Likot Laravuz and a caravan from Nil Egath arrived today. We traded our excess clay and a few baubles for their stock of booze. We have little need for the supplies from the Mountainhome. This is not arrogance, but simple fact. When he left, the liaison mentioned that Meshring had again grown in esteem, and ''declared us a duchy!'' | The outpost liaison Likot Laravuz and a caravan from Nil Egath arrived today. We traded our excess clay and a few baubles for their stock of booze. We have little need for the supplies from the Mountainhome. This is not arrogance, but simple fact. When he left, the liaison mentioned that Meshring had again grown in esteem, and ''declared us a duchy!'' | ||
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| + | == Winter, 192 == | ||
| + | ''4th Opal, 192''. | ||
| + | The peasant Lor Lolumkadol and the fisherdwarf Minkot Ensebsibrek have married! Congratulations! They have decided to forgo any formal celebrations. Almost as if to honour the occasion, the guards from the departing caravan slew a pair of wolves - ''we dine well tonight!'' | ||
Revision as of 05:23, 3 August 2011
Spring, 192
1st Granite, 192. A great endeavour is to be undertaken. I have asked that a suitable outcropping of rock, near the Forgotten Beasts, is to be hollowed. I will carve fortifications and we shall see how these beasts survive the bolts of our marksdwarves. Truly we shall pit Beast against good, dwarven steel.
10th Slate, 192. Oh glorious day! We have slain Rurast Reksaslur Gedorozor! The gigantic insect took many bolts, its high-pitched alien screams echoing through the second cavern. Finally, Urdim Ageshkadol Odroznog pierced the Beast's brain and it slumped to the ground, leaking ichor on the muddy soil. I have relieved the squad and they shall return after celebrating their victory. The festivities shall be short-lived but vigorous, as there are two more Beasts to fell. Success is a fickle mistress.
3rd Felsite, 192. Our victories keep mounting. Today, Solon Kolgembish felled Atkust Bax Smunstu and the giant dinosaur no longer threatens with its noxious vapours. The mead and brewed plump helmet beer shall flow freely tonight!
18th Felsite, 192. The elves showed up again today. Short of closing the doors on them, I saw a cage that caught my eye - inside was a giant desert scorpion. This immediately piqued my interest and we traded our surplus gems to them in exchange for the chitin-clad monstrosity. I wonder if it will be useful?
Summer, 192
26th Hematite, 192. Mesthos Orsharoslan has been actingly withdrawn lately. Now we know why. When we slaughtered a horse for meat, he pushed through the haulers and rushed to grab at the bones before anyone else could get to them. He had, without anyone noticing, also acquired quite a collection of odd items from the stockpiles. After frantically working day and night in a craftdwarves workshop, he energed and proclaimed that he had completed Darudtathur, "Climatescribes", the phyllite toy axe. It is encircled with bands of prase, chicken leather and horse bone. This object is adorned with hanging rings of llama wool and menaces with spikes of iron. On the item is an image of Morul Helmsskinned the dwarf and dwarves in phyllite. Morul Helmsskinned is surrounded by the dwarves. The artwork relates to the ascension of the dwarf Morul Helmsskinned to the position of queen of The Hammer of Jungles in 113. On the item is an image of alders in iron. On the item is an image of a square in horse bone. Despite such an odd mix off components, the artifact is a wonder to behold. Mesthos has gone from being a passable adamantine strand extractor (and very little other use) to a whiz with the chisel - his proficiency in engravings makes him a joy to see him produce art.
13th Galena, 192. A human caravan has been spotted approaching from the north west. This will provide some small distraction from the preparation of a second attacking point for Oda, the last threatening Forgotten Beast
9th Sandstone, 192. Oda has been slain. The militia, fully equipped in adamantine, bravely tackled the beast head on, as it never strayed close enough to the vantage points for the Marksdwarves to shoot at it. The comined efforts of three swordswarves, 2 macedwarves and 2 hammerdwarves, backed up by 5 marksdwarves, felled the beast with only light bruises to show for the trouble, Luckily the poisonous stinger was disabled by a lucky swipe from a razor sharp adamantine sword in the beginning stages of the fight, and the rest was a matter of time. Bravo to the heroic dwarves of the militia! In other news, Lolor Evostled pushed the metallurgists out of the magma forge and worked busily - grabbing at gems and adamantine wafers with a gleam in his eye. He emerged later carrying Rulnidost, "The Submerged Ferocity", the adamantine left gauntlet. This amazing hand guard is encrusted with blue garnet and encircled with bands of adamantine. Fully one quarter of our armor wealth is represented by this wondrous armour piece, and given the amount of adamantine we are using, that is a significant achievement!
Autumn, 192
19th Timber, 192. The outpost liaison Likot Laravuz and a caravan from Nil Egath arrived today. We traded our excess clay and a few baubles for their stock of booze. We have little need for the supplies from the Mountainhome. This is not arrogance, but simple fact. When he left, the liaison mentioned that Meshring had again grown in esteem, and declared us a duchy!
Winter, 192
4th Opal, 192. The peasant Lor Lolumkadol and the fisherdwarf Minkot Ensebsibrek have married! Congratulations! They have decided to forgo any formal celebrations. Almost as if to honour the occasion, the guards from the departing caravan slew a pair of wolves - we dine well tonight!