Litast Dedukngotol, 6th of Limestone, Early-Fall, 251
Everything is going well, I think this fort just might sustain itself long enough to get off this bloody island. I saw a tree move as well today, but then I realized it was Rimtar the woodworker chopping down another tree, doing his work like I asked. I don't think the elves are gonna be happy, we're cleaving down groves of the stuff.
Those fucking rains came back, too. The new recruits from the other village are a great help on our mission, no matter how many puddles of water we slip in while hauling bloody yak parts outside. Speaking of recruits, I think it might be time for a military of our own, with me as the commander.
Litast Dedukngotol, 14th of Limestone, Early-Fall, 251
The trees have been turning yellow, the scenery in the area is truly beautiful. We also got some fresh pups today from the mama dog. They just follow their mother around, mabye if I trained her to be a war dog they'd learn and I could turn them into ferocious wolves, but that's just a fantasy of mine. Call me crazy, but my mouth waters when I look at one of them.
In other news, me and Zefon have been discussing the possibility of other towns like ours, cast asunder to this wretched place we now call home. Just to be sure, we sent a letter in the bottle stating our location and an invitation to our growing community. We hope that some poor souls take up our offer.
Litast Dedukngotol, 25th of Limestone, Early-Fall, 251
I'm currently gorging down on some delicious puppy meat. Why? I couldn't resist my feral impulses and I had Zefon kill one of the puppies, but I kept a breeding pair just for good measure. You know those pigs that I wrote about in the Summer? We killed them too. As far as I'm concerned, it got us about 30 to 40 good helpings of meat.
Litast Dedukngotol, 4th of Sandstone, Mid-Fall, 251
Crunch, crunch, crunch. My ears are pretty much deaf to any other sound, because that's the only sound I ever hear anymore with all these leaves everyone walks on other than my heart beating and me talking, since all these trees are dying. These ravens are starting to piss me off as well, I tried to catch up but they kept flying away. I had Reg the hunter try and do it, but he couldn't do much either which I don't understand since he has a fucking crossbow. What to do.
Litast Dedukngotol, 15th of Sandstone, Mid-Fall, 251
Looks like someone got our letter, because here come more migrants. I can't wait to meet the- are you FUCKING KIDDING ME.
TWO GOD DAMN PEOPLE. IS THAT IT?
Anyway, here's my updated roster that I did in my new office. At least one of them has some mining skill.
Litast Dedukngotol, 29th of Sandstone, Mid-Fall, 251
Our hospital is finished(mining out the room, anyway). With all this phyllite lying around, I think I'll build our defense out of it. I still want my room to be made of soap however.
Litast Dedukngotol, 13th of Timber, Late-Fall, 251
Trade caravans have come, finally. It's the King's caravans I realize, and I'm very reluctant to trade with these guys, although I've been dying to get my hands on some metal, and we have lots of useless junk lying around, so I was th-
Fucking- no, I'm not going to burst. I'm going to be calm and collected, like a normal dwarf. At least they still have some things, I'm going to have to wait and see once they're ready to trade their wares with us. The craft making process has been put-off and put-off for menial tasks like hauling or being "on break" by my lazy workers. Now they'll realize the consequences of their actions.
Litast Dedukngotol, 24th of Timber, Late-Fall, 251
The King's filthy "liaison", if you'd like to call him that, has been following me around for about a week asking me to conform some sort of document. I'm telling him time and time again that I'm busy, and that when I'm free at mealtime, I will discuss it with him. This trading fiasco is only getting worse, my broker lazy-ass Kumil(yep, he's a broker now) has picked the worst of times to sleep, they could leave at any moment. Oh well, we are still hauling our goods to the depot, looks like this could carry into Wintertime. Now ends another migrant filled chronicle of the rebellion, more eventful than the last one at that. May the Winter bring good things to Treatywhispers.
The final report of mine shall be up tomorrow, get ready, VistaPOWA.