Ghostwolf67
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I ride towards my fortress atop a goat, gleeful at what mighty fortress I am to take command of. I size it up once there. Its not a bad hole in the ground, all things considered. But there’s far too much happiness. It sickens me.
6th Granite- I revise my early prognosis immediately when told there is no beer. The inherent lack of farms, farmers and brewers who aren’t weaving baskets is almost dire. “We can drink the water though…” a dwarf pipes up from the back. I make a note of his name on the terrible punishments list.
I try to search for our carpentry dwarves but cant find them. I then stumble across them outside cutting down trees. After failing to explain in detail why this is bad to them i bust out the finger puppets and act out the goblin ambushers murdering them savagely and then all the other dwarves being sad now no one can quickly build them beds, barrels and bins. I tell them that one dwarf must be the carpenter who everyone loves for his prowess and one of them must be the woodcutter who dies horribly for the cause. They rock, paper, scissors for it.
A weaver and a gem setter are warriors of a higher calibre than any man drafted so far. Their reasons for shirking their military duty is a burning love of making trinkets. I proclaim making trinkets second by a small margin to general asskicking and draft them, also 2 dwarves know the subtle art of the crossbow and I forge a new marksdwarf squad.
The outside air smells distinctly like goblins and murder. I order mighty walls to be built in honour of this.
6th Granite- I revise my early prognosis immediately when told there is no beer. The inherent lack of farms, farmers and brewers who aren’t weaving baskets is almost dire. “We can drink the water though…” a dwarf pipes up from the back. I make a note of his name on the terrible punishments list.
I try to search for our carpentry dwarves but cant find them. I then stumble across them outside cutting down trees. After failing to explain in detail why this is bad to them i bust out the finger puppets and act out the goblin ambushers murdering them savagely and then all the other dwarves being sad now no one can quickly build them beds, barrels and bins. I tell them that one dwarf must be the carpenter who everyone loves for his prowess and one of them must be the woodcutter who dies horribly for the cause. They rock, paper, scissors for it.
A weaver and a gem setter are warriors of a higher calibre than any man drafted so far. Their reasons for shirking their military duty is a burning love of making trinkets. I proclaim making trinkets second by a small margin to general asskicking and draft them, also 2 dwarves know the subtle art of the crossbow and I forge a new marksdwarf squad.
The outside air smells distinctly like goblins and murder. I order mighty walls to be built in honour of this.