!IT5VxStGLw 06/11/08(Wed)21:51 No.1971110|
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1st Timber, 1502
There has been a birth in the fortress. Were I back in the mountainhomes I'd join the festivities but this child has been born in Skullmurdered. The baby's eyes look dead. I would not be surprised if this place has sucked out its soul while it was in the womb. These people... the event was so somber. I glanced down upon it while digging out the magnetite in the Noble's Quarters. They laid the baby on a makeshift altar in the downpour. It did not cry, it simply stared up in that ever cloudy sky. They made motions, spoke words... they do not hide their vile faith from me. But what am I to do? I am stranded here, subject to their whims. I can only hope to keep on their good side.
And soon that will mean digging for adamantite. The magnetite vein, while massive, has been mostly dug up at this point. The communal areas have been expanded and we have room to grow in the residential district. Though some veins of coal are still only half mined, our coke stores are well into the hundreds and the veins are being mined more to get them out of the way rather than necessity. It is getting harder and harder to convince the engraver to delay the project much longer. Shin save my soul when we mine out that foul substance for there is nothing left I can do but mine and wait until that day we doom ourselves with the ore.
The only other thing of interest that happened in the last two months was the caravan arriving from the mountainhomes. But, just as before, we traded nothing and communicated none. They set up shop and looked ready to receive any trade goods we could provide them with, but we simply have no need of anything they have. This mountain is rich in gems, fuel, wood, and ore. Unless they bring magma with them next time I believe we will ignore them again.