Sorrry for the double post but here is the summer:
I have just just completed a major over haul of the job structure, needless the say, the dwarves are not happy with the routine change. Hopefully in time they will come to see the benefits of this much more efficient system.
Today is a dark day indeed. As I was near the Pit, smoothing the hallway to my new chambers, some peasant came running and shouted that we were besieged. I can only hope that the military is strong enough to fight them off.
The goblins caught one of the peasants before he could get back inside. I could see what they did to him from the entrance hall way. The monsters tore him apart… By the time they are finished with the corpse, I fear that there won't be enough left to bury. It was horrifying, but in way, strangely fascinating. I hope my rooms are done soon so that I might retire to the calmness of the Pit and brood on this.
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did, a second goblin force arriving from the opposite side of the map. I continue my search for the lever that raises the main entrance draw bridge.
After the entirety of the normal military had been annihilated by a hail of crossbow bolts, the champions finally deemd it worth their time to come out and confront the green skinned menace. I just hope that they are sufficient.
The siege is broken! Even as I write this, our champions chase the single remaining goblin survivor. One thing is certain, after this is over, the mass of captured goblins will have some rather nasty things in store for them…
Dammit, in all the confusion with the siege, no one thought to provide items for that possessed woodcutter, and now he's gone insane. At least he fell into depression rather than a rampage, as some dwarves have been known to do. The last thing we need around here is a berserk dwarf. On the up side, we finally got that crafts dwarf workshop back.
Today it struck me. I know what to do the with the prisoners. I've already provided myself with the means to do it. Obviously I'm talking about the observation platform over the Pit. As I stood gazing into its depths, it was as if there was a breath of wind from bellow, and suddenly it struck me: just throw them into the depths, and our vengeance will be had.
Today, the first of many goblins was thrown into the Pit. I watched the first prisoner being lead to the Pit. In fact, it was almost as if the entire pit was watching with anticipation, even the normally troublesome Batmen were docile. I have ordered the construction of floor grates in my bed room so that I can watch the executions in comfort.
It seems some idiot accidentally released a Dragon from Its Cage, luckily, the champions dealt with it swiftly. I must find out who is responsible for this, in order that they may be punished. on that note i recently discovered that we have no detainment facility, which explains the utter lack of motivation in the fortress, I am looking into the construction of a prison.
The sacrifices continue on schedule.
I swear, at times I fell as if the Pit is talking to me. While I smoothed a portion of it's wall, it was as if it told me it wanted more sacrifices, I of course acted on this, and ordered the rest of the goblin prisoners thrown in.
I feel it. The more sacrifices that go into the Pit, the more it grows. Perhaps grows, is the wrong word, with every passing day, I sense it more an more.
The process of engraving the Pit has proceeded well, it may be time to begin some of our other plans for the Pit.
I once again get the feeling of hunger from the Pit. It desires more sacrifices. A survey shows that there are no more goblin prisoners when we were at the edge of disappear for not being able to satisfy it's craving, I stumbled upon a lone elf in the back of one of the stock piles. Soon, the Pit will have it's hunger satisfied.
The moment the elf disappeared into the maw of the Pit, we felt something was different. It was as if wads of +Pigtail Cloth+ had suddenly been removed from our ears and we heard speech for the first time. Before, the Pit had impressed its will upon our minds through a series of urges, now we heard its voice, however faintly, echoing up from the depths. For now, we seem to be the only one who can hear it, it and it's plans. Oh, what marvelous plans.
It would seem that a Clothier has been struck by a fey mood. The Pit again whispers about its hunger, we have begin the process of finding a suitable sacrifice.
The Clothier requests rough gems, in the hopes that he produces a suitable sacrifice we have sent the miners on a hunt for the finest rough gems.
Today brings two counts of good news. Early in the day, the clothier found a gem acceptable for his task. Shortly thereafter, a new kitten was born. the moment of it's birth, the whispers called out to us, and told us that this was the life it sought. We have ordered it cast into the pit.
The Chosen Kitten has been cast into the Pit and the whispers have been oddly quiet.
We, no, I feel empty without it. Until it decides to resume contact, I will focus all of my efforts on bettering the fortress, for perhaps that it is why it has deserted us, it does not find this a suitable home.
The woodcutter who failed to produce an artifact died of thirst today. This brought to
my attention that we are severely short of coffins. I suppose that is partly my fault for being so distracted for several months, so I shall seek to rectify this as son as possible.
The Clothier finally finished his secret project, a rope reed hood, no practical use, but still, a fine piece.