Succession:

1. Veer

2. Crayoncakes

3. BirdofPrey

4. iIRZ

From the desk of “Veer” Mörullogem, Scribe of Criedquake

It began that one Winter night. Obsidian 27, I think. I can’t remember. I get a letter, some gilded pretty looking thing from the King. The fucking King. We’re talking ruler of Mountainhome. Nonetheless, it was an edict to go out and form a new colony in order to promote something or other I can’t remember right now. That’s not important. What is important is that this place is hell.

So, I gather up seven of my buddies, and we’re going off to find the perfect spot. And lo’ behold, we find this spot of paradise.

It’s beautiful, I cry. We’re planning to leave, and we get a Royal Guard come to our door. He gives another one of those gilded letters, and it’s more instructions, this time from the Captain of the Guard. It’s a map of the region, with some place marked off. Kind of like this.

I see it, and my first reaction is “no fucking way.” Look at that shit. No trees, no plants, just dirt and rock. I don’t think there’s water either. Christ. But orders are orders, and we embark. We ditch the Anvil and the axes, and bring a shitload of meats and logs. I think we’ll need everything.

When we get there, the first thing I commission are large areas for the stockpiles. All the general goods and shit are gonna be up top. Can’t see a flaw in there.

The tunnel there’s a cunning strategic ploy. Not only is it a low-traffic area for the most part, but it allows me to chain traps and the like. This place is… calm, though, so I think we should be fine for now.

Meanwhile, the Mason grabs control over everything when I’m not paying attention.

Due to my lack of caring, I simply claim the Bookkeeper position, and plan to create a private quarters at some point for myself.

Bedrooms are next.

They’ll do for now. I’ll get someone on smoothing out that horribly jagged rock. It’s a safety hazard, really.

When I’m not paying attention, the hunter hurts his right hand. I didn’t see anything out there though, so I assume the clumsy idiot tripped or something. It was about this time I was informed we had no buckets, so I had the craftsmen get to work on that. Oh, a quick look at the Crafting area.

Farm set up and producing Plump Helmets, and there’s a food stockpile there up top.

So, back to that hunter, he’s in bed, and I’ve made some buckets. However, there’s one massive problem.

Shit. This place is hell.

Well, that bastard’s likely not to make it though the coming summer. Which is a pain in the ass. Gotta get through the year with only six dwarves, and hope I’ve got enough alcohol to stay alive.

Right, moving on, I’ve commissioned a great Dining Hall and my own private offices, which will house my dining room, my bedroom, and my workspace.

During excavation, we’ve discovered milk quartz and pineapple opal. I’ve created a Jeweler’s Station to use these gems to further glorify my furniture.

And here we are now. It’s Summer First, and I’ve just finished this log of the first season. God, I don’t think we’re going to make it. Fuck you, Captain of the Guard. Up to this point, we’ve been too busy to create a name for this place, but I’ve come up with the ideal one now that I have a moment to break.

Welcome to Criedquake.

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From the desk of “Veer” Mörullogem, Scribe of Criedquake

Looking back at this summer, it was rather… uneventful. Thus, I’ll note everything small down for anyone who wishes to know.

The hunter’s now screaming for water. Actually, he’s rasping, so I guess it’s not that bad.

Finally finished up my office, and I started work on making these stocks less… pathetic. Honestly, we can’t count over 10?

The hunter died at last. God, when we start being attacked this is going to suck. His body was left in the bed, due to a lack of space. I tried to get the dwarves to move it to the Refuse pile, but they just stared at me in shock. I guess I should stick to bookkeeping.

Discovered excess animals in Criedquake. Decided to keep the donkeys and the dogs, so that they could breed. Marked the others for slaughter.

Carved out both my crypt and the Commoner’s Graveyard, and found sand. This could prove problematic, as I was planning on creating a line of crypts in that region. Considering expanding the shaft.

Hunter buried, but all his clothing was left in his room. No one dares take it. I think I’ll keep that room vacant.

Low on fish, and I doubt we’ll have it again for a long time. It’s a shame. We have a good deal of drink though, so we can survive the Winter, I think.

Irritated by the copious amounts of rocks and the idlers, I decided to establish a dump here, where the trash can be flung into the hole.

Horse struck down: his bones and meat will be useful.

Thwarted by lack of doors. Considering murdering the Mason for his stupidity, but with only 6 dwarves violence is not the right course.

Created an order for doors. That’ll keep the fucker busy.

The engraver works fast. Good man, though there’s still a large amount of stone to be smoothed and later engraved.

Paper filing is taking a long time.

A furniture excess forced me to expand the stockpile. It’s all that damn Mason’s fault. If he steps out of line again, he will know punishment.

On second thought, let’s let the bastards wander around outside. I don’t care.

A baby donkey is born. I quickly erect a cage to prevent the baby from forming any emotional bonds, so I can slaughter it later.

In an effort to reduce the amount of rubble in the incomplete Great Hall, I create a Mason’s Shop. Plus, the location lets me keep an eye on the prick.

To increase my efforts, I suspend all work at the old shop. Let’s see him avoid me now, that prick.

The dining area is set, and I allow congregations. Hopefully I’ll stop getting complaints now.

While doing routine checks of all the facilities, I come upon this unbuilt kitchen. Noting the small population, I let the building sit unused for now.

There appears to be no time for simple cooking. We’ll have to eat our Plump Helmets raw, damnit.

Although the others proclaim how talented this Mason is, I can’t see what’s so great. It’s just rock. And god damn it, just when I’m sure he’s all talented out…

It turned out to be another damn door. I decided to not bother looking at this one.

Then, I was informed of this.

Bloody hell, I say. Why? It’s outside, and there’s fucking nothing out here. The Mason points this out to me.

I throw him out of my office and seethe at my ignorance, before going out there to build the damn thing myself. Once it’s designed, I decide to simply leave the labor to the Mason. Snickering, I mark it for Masonry and high-tail it out of there.

The puppy was promptly tossed into a cage, if you’re curious.

A few days later, I found the Liason wandering around, aimlessly. I am not sure what he was doing, but I know it’s the Mason’s responsibility to deal with this cocksucker. I hope he goes insane and rips his head off.

Once the Depot’s completed, I load in all the clothing of the deceased and begin to bargain. However, something happens I wasn’t expecting.

My ignorance of appraising leads to a total lack of knowledge about prices. In shock, I immediately flee back to my offices in order to study, but fail to find any way to do so. Curses.

In other news, I have discovered the Mason at his old workshop. It seems he has simply begun skipping around on the orders, bypassing the suspended one. I decide to try another measure.

It succeeded, and the Mason quickly scampered to a meeting. He brought me logs of all his requests, which I looked over.

Accepted: We do need wood.

Denied: There is no metal ore I can find, nor is there fuel. Useless.

Accepted: Hammers are an excellent weapon, and lack of metal makes it so we must import.

Accepted: God damn, I love Quarry Bushes.

The Mason’s good choices for the most part cheered me up, and going through the Door count, I was even more pleased. It seems the work order has been completed to the full.

Everything was going so well. I felt… exuberant. I flew through the papers, understanding each one, absorbing their knowledge, marking everything perfectly. I had achieved a state of… perfection. This state of joy quickly subsided when I remembered that I was stranded in a fucking desert with five other dwarves, one whom I despised. But the understanding remained.

Wish I kept the euphoria, though.

BirdofPrey Posted:

how the fuck did you get so tough?

Dwarven accounting

In unrelated news, the Mason has created some new guild he calls the Freemasons. I do not trust him. On the bright side, the orders are almost done.

To remove the monopoly on stone, I had an idler take up Engineering. He cooks too, which is certainly an interesting duality of career choices.

And then… it was Winter. That’s pretty much it. Writing this now, it seems naïve to think that the rest of the year would be plain, but that’s what I thought. The only notable thing during Autumn was an immigration influx and a massive production of stone goods. Every bedroom is equipped with a bed, a door, and a complimentary cabinet courtesy of my economic skills. The financial report has been lost, confiscated by the Freemasons. Damn them to hell.

To hell, Earthtames. To hell.

I’ve finished my tenure here as the leader. I’m staying in my office and making toys until I die. There’s no way in hell I’m going to fight. I’ve submitting an application for the position of Sheriff, should it come up though. I plan to deal with the Freemasons once a police department opens up. Their troublemaking has gone on long enough, but I can’t do a thing.

As for the Fortress, I’ve come a long way. I was sure we were all dead, but I’ve carved out a nice hole in the ground for us. Enough food and drink for a while, and good workers too.

I’ve started another noble bedroom suite, just in case.

Weapon and armor stockpiles, and a Barracks.

Created a Tanner’s Workshop, though we don’t actually have one yet. I suppose we’ll need one at some point.

And I’m done. That is the end of my reign. God forgive whoever takes this position up next.

Okay so I’ve finished my part and sent the save to BoP, but I don’t want to post my report until the second page, since there’s waaay too many images on this page alone and loading them all is annoying.

CAN WE GET FIVE MORE POSTS OR SO???

whoa! I DON’T KNOW IF I’M READY FOR THIS. I’ll play some tonight.

This is really a nice game.