1st Sandstone, 265



The miners dig but K0npeito slows for the loss of Enzer is heavy on his shoulders also. Locomotive Breath is similarly distraught by Willie's death. I suspect he blames himself and so I told him that nobody is to blame but Willie for having weakness and Locomotive Breath said nothing.



The magma pump operation continues but we will need power to drive the pumps. Watermills are efficient but we must build them on the river's surface while greenskins prowl the swamp outside. I devise a System but it necessitates moving the kennels elsewhere to make room for watermills.

6th Sandstone

I attempted to speak to Sirocco today but he did not notice. The torchlight reflecting upon his bald head is captivating.



However my plan to destroy the greenskins is underway. Our weaponsmiths sweat to make blades of enormous size. The plan shall work.



Locomotive Breath meanwhile makes unreasonable demands. I order lead ore to be smelted but only because of kinship. If he mandates solid gold sceptres I will not have them made.

10th Sandstone



Channels for water-flow are to be dug. The water moves from the river and returns to it under the surface. The design is sound.



17th Sandstone

I have waited a long time and finally it is finished. Willie's progeny yet survives.



I name our third daughter Chariot and carry her in my other arm. Soon Brute_force will walk but until then my arms grow heavy for the newborn weighs many stones.



21st Sandstone

Sirocco holds his breath as he walks past me. I do not know why he does it but I dare not to ask him. I invite him to watch me work but he says nothing as Chariot bawls and Brute_force flexes.



Nielsm installs the steel blades in the walls and floor of the secondary tunnel I ordered dug. It does not yet touch the surface but when traps are complete it will. There will be a lock mechanism such that it is not open until we need it to be.



I check and the greenskins are still there, though I will continue to check in case they are not.

27th Sandstone



I order stone watermills to be built and LCQC tells me that they do not work efficiently. We have many tree logs so I order watermills built of those instead. Dwarves toil but we will run out of tree logs soon. We may be forced to find wood elsewhere.

It is apt that Timber approaches.

Charlie72 wrote :-

Chariot wrote :-

My main computer with all my software isn't working, so I made a poorly drawn sketch and took a picture of it!





It is a training beard.

Potato Jones wrote :-

"Worship of Mondul is a competition of strength and to the victor, a life."

-An excerpt from Stukosdallith Mörul Tögum (Razorriddles the Pages of Verses)


Overheard in the conversations of Potato Jones Dorenlogem ...

"Life is a competition!" Those words steeled my spirit during our journey. "There is no Gemclod," I would hear amongst the footsteps of others, "your place is with me." But that I still heard marching meant otherwise! Whenever I fell behind, the shadows of trees would call my name. Brooks babbled and grasses bent, urging me to rest for a moment, assuring me that I could catch up afterward. A hot wind whispered across my neck, "The others exhaust themselves, you deserve a moment's respite."

Why didn't I stop? For an elf's rest? I am not a strong dwarf, but I am dwarf still and no tree would mark my grave.

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That may be so, but Overseer Boing deserves my loyalty as a citizen of Gemclod. I had thought I called myself a thresher when I arrived here, but if our Overseer heard "thrasher", then thrasher I am. My brief time here has shown that our military fights against great odds, if that even needs to be said, but I am not concerned; if I can mow grass I can cut greenskins.

And, in this, Mondul conspires against herself! I can't be tempted with blade if I can hardly lift it to my beard.