At last, that lollygagger has gotten back to his planting. If i had known it was him would take over planning duties while i set up the militia and stills i would have turned around and gone right back to Sealfrenzies.
I regained the reins early after winter and immediately recoiled at the mess i found. Childishly scribbled plans for walls and bridges and who knows whatnot - who would even waste their pack space with such coloured pencils?! An entrance hall of suitable proportions, but lacking even a single such engraving or smooth surface to soothe the eye (mayhaps the planter sees it wise to prance about outside, but not I). To add to the insult, there were still no private rooms built. A year is a trifle long to be sharing with those youngster migrants. Empty bellies and emptier mugs were the order of the day (and not a barrel to be found-am I to let my beer spill on the dirt?).
Still, all is not lost, there is a still a planter head on those planter shoulders. We have several fields of well irrigates soil and a farming rotation set up. 21 new migrants arrived soon after my return to power, no doubt hearing of my ascent and wanting to bask in my glory. Though it will be lean pickings for a while, the workforce will be fed in due course. I moved all the required workshops temporarily outside to allow expansion of the industrial quarter and gave orders for beds, doors and some other furniture.
On the defence front, the lungfish aren’t proving the menace we first assumed, so I’ve left the militia on low alert and begun the building of walls surrounding our holdings. Mr. Planter and I agree on that much at least.
Summer
The carpenters, masons and still have moved back inside and storage space has been designated. Expansion of the workshop areas and the relocation of industry underground continues. Also, several new bridges and curtain wall are under construction to better aid defence.
I have also begun what I am calling the Dig for Dwarven Dignity. Having procured several extra picks from the human traders I have begun the relocation of living and dining quarters to a lower level. Each dwarf shall have his own bed in a small but sumptuously decorated room, with a newly build kitchen and brewery providing food to the dining hall across the way.
A major disaster was narrowly averted when Elven traders were mistakenly offered wooden objects. Damn tree-huggers. From what I can ascertain, they are married to trees or whatnot. In any case, war was barely averted, and the traders left immediately without further discourse. Next time Jake VG Rodkin tells me he played at trader as a child I shall not believe him.
Autumn
Autumn saw our first casualty. Zulban Kalbungek went start raving mad and died of “getting locked in a room with no food”. Our newly appointed doctor Atis tells me it is an all too common malady.
However, on the bright side, a second possession of our master gemsmith led to the creation of a Thubinomal Udarmuthir, a sardonyx encrusted sardonyx. I’m not sure how he did it, but it sure is pretty.
Traders from home also appeared and we had a fruitful trading session, providing many masterful rock craft objects in exchange for some sorely needed hospital supplies. The supplies were used to set up a new hospital in the old dormitory.
Winter
Winter proved uneventful. Construction was completed on rooms for each and every dwarf. Doors for each and every dwarf to follow. I also designed and decorated a sumptuous tomb for myself, as is fitting a past leader (not that I’m dying anytime soon).
Another arftifact was created – Thabumakith Aval Nin – a palm toy boat. An object of such wonderous beauty it is.
My mners have begun to expand the northern level 0 hall to make a barracks. Though the wall outside provides some defence, we are sorely lacking any military presence.
All that remains now is to write instructions for the dwarf who is to follow on his year long leadership stint. It hasn’t been decided quite yet who it is to be, but I’m sure he will do a fine job.
Note: oooooh, I found those colour pencils. I take it back, I love them!
Note: The lungfish aren’t going away and an elephant is being contrary.
