18th Galena, Late Summer, The Year 216
After three weeks on the road, I am glad to see the mighty peak of Razorcaught over the treetops. Tomorrow I will relieve the last overseer and put my mark on the history of this fortress.
Thank Armok I still have a few plump helmet biscuits in my backpack.
There is next to nothing to eat or drink in Razorcaught. The food stores are almost empty and there is no alcohol at all! Just in the meeting hall I count four starving dwarfs, sporting flat bellies like some bloody elves. If I don’t do something fast a rebellion will break out.
Why did my predecessor place the fortress on top of the mountain, instead of, you know, inside it? As it is, we are almost a day’s journey away from our farms, and all it takes to completely cripple our food production is that one farmer goes nuts from hunger and kills his coworkers.
We have two choices: The dwarves must come to the farms, or the farms must come to the dwarves.
The first option is unfeasible, since we will have to dig out an entire new fortress beside the farms and move all workshops there. The second option is difficult, but possible. Near the fortress runs a brook. If we dig a channel from it, we can pump up water inside the mountain and muddy the rock to allow farming.
Even as I write this, I see a dwarf gone mad with hunger chasing a rat down a corridor, trying to catch it and eat it. This place needs more than a new overseer, it needs freaking disaster aid.
Today we lost a dwarf: Kadil Mebilothlest, Ranger. He died valorously while hunting food for the fortress. I bet it was the one-humped camels who killed him, they have been making a nuisance of themselves the last few days.
A human guild representative showed up today and was just about to tell us her business when she fell into our new channel, knocking herself out. When will humans learn that dwarven workplaces are not playgrounds? I guess I’ll have to get her out of there so the humans don’t start a war against us.
25th Galena, five seconds later
Oh, not again!
This time I’ll wait until the whole channel is finished.
6th Limestone, Early Autumn
The human is out, and chasing our miners again. Won't she tell us what she wants already.
A caravan! Praise Armok! They better be bringing food, and lots of it.
There. I sold every little craft this fortress has produced for as much food and drink as we could get. This has bought us some time, but the farming project still has top priority.
1st Sandstone, Mid-Autumn
The channeling dwarfs meet.
With the channel almost finished, we can start constructing the screw pumps and train pump operators.
The skulking human revealed her mission. Finally! If she had kept on prowling around the fortress I would have assumed her to be a spy.
I asked the humans - even though I felt a little embarrassed in doing so - to bring us food and booze, just in case our farming project hit any problems.
A kobold thief tried to sneak in today, but he fled as soon as he was spotted.
Ok, this is what the humans will pay big money for.
Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.