Mayor's Log, 14th Malachite 116:
The child has finished a stone boat artifact, and is now a Legendary Stonecrafter. Damned little prodigy refuses to work, though.
Also, I have banned the export of giant axe blades, for obvious reasons. We need an extra supply of trap bits to ward off the siege. Plus, it'd be a shame to sell that kind of wonderful, shiny technology to the humans.
As it turns out, because I was too slow making the giant axe blade I had mandated, punishments were due. As a result, our mason has been lightly beaten, though he seems fine.
It's not up to me to judge our ancient and honored justice system, but it seems a bit foolish.
2nd Galena 116:
Not much to report. The fortress is cleaning itself up while we wait out this siege and make preparations to strike back. The Copper bridge over the river has been linked up, and the floodgate wall around the Depot has been repaired. Now we'll be able to strike the goblins from across the river. It's a shame we appear to be low on leather. We could use more quivers.
17th Galena 116: Another siege has arrived. Great. The first one hasn't even left yet!
Now they have both sides of the stream.
Well, apparently the remaining Zorvins have retreated. Perhap they fear the true Goblins?
Luckily, the Goblins have arrived with only a small group. We should manage to cleanse the valley of their filth.
2nd Limestone 116:
The hail of bolts has killed a couple of the invaders, and the rest are now fleeing the field.
The long siege is lifted. We gather the dead.
In less militant news, a fish dissector has withdrawn from society.
In sad news, our swordsdwarf Tectonic is very unhappy. Partially from a long patrol during the siege, but mostly because he lost a few comrades. Schylerwalker had made another kill, a surviving Troll, and has gained a military title. Unfortunately, the thing is so damned long that I can't read it.
Our fishedwarf has carved an artifact figuring of a Night Creature slaying a dwarf. This place seems to be getting to people...
16th Limestone 116:
We've engaged one of the Beasts in the depths. Sadly, Schyler has lost his sword hand to the monster. We lost two soldiers to the monster, but it was finally felled by the savage shield-bashings of Schylerwalker. And the good news is, he appears to be able to hold his sword and still use a shield! However, poor Tectonic has thrown a tantrum, though his mood is slowly improving with his new, larger room.
And to end this log for the time being, the Chief Medical Dwarf has taken the name Kpenguin.
(If you want something else tell me. We've got a couple more diagnosticians, though she is the best.)
28th Limestone 116:
Well, the statue I made to cheer up Tectonic appears to depict myself...
I think I'll keep this. Or set it up some where public.
9th Sandstone 116:
Migrants! Hopefully we'll get a caravan this year, though it is looking more and more unlikely.
We have a new marksdwarf, a peasant whom I have assigned as a miner, another useless dwarf, conscripted to smoothing duty, a promising macewoman, an axedwarf, and a couple more marksdwarves.
2th Sandstone116:
No! The fire-spitting beast has found its way between the cavern layers and has snuck into the fort! The army is mobilizing, but this could get bloody. Most of the military looks to be on fire.
A Blind Cave Ogre! It has friends!
Gnoman has been slain, along with most of the military. And most of the fort. We're down to 58. The beast has finally fallen, with Gnoman and Schyler slain out of the named dwarves.
Further causalties. The poison beast escaped not long after the fire-spitter, and its glass form has proven near impossible to destroy. Tectonic fought bravely and gravely injured the beast, but suffocated due to its lung-destroying poison, along with the rest of the militia. We've also lost Kpenguin to an ogre, which followed the beasts up.
I managed to finish off the Ogre, with my silver hammer. That bastard was damn near invincible. We have paid dearly for them, but for now, the caverns are ours. We stand at 46 now, though a rotting plague spread by the beast seems to be beginning.
15th Timber 116:
We are besieged again. Why must these fortresses always be hells on earth?
They've made it inside. I've given a final order for survivors to barricade themselves into the lower levels. Perhaps some can survive.
*This journal lies in a pool of blood, a broken silver hammer lying beside it*