A caravan from Nish Oshur has arrived! It’s a good thing we definitely maybe dealt with the Kea problem for good. Let’s hope the visitors don’t mind the bits of Squirrel Man that are still hanging around the entrance, regularly horrifying our residents and causing them to vomit. The poor sods carrying out the trash have to wade through a twisting corridor of traps, blood, and puke to make it to the refuse pile. We should maybe draw straws to see who has to clean that stuff up. That or make everyone take their shoes off at the front door.

Migrants! We welcome seven brave souls, the highlight of which is Etur Lolokudiz, a 149 year-old asskicker with 19 kills to her name, including Songlocked the dingo man. She’s going directly into the Merchants of Braving to bash some skulls.

A child, Datan Zasesdor, has withdrawn from society and claimed a Craftsdwarf’s workshop. Several days later, Datan emerges carrying The Sweetness of Towers! It’s a diorite earring worth 20400 dwarfbucks. It has bands of giant weasel leather, spikes of pink jade, the image of a black mamba man in galena, an image of a red spinach in galena, and an image of The Yellow Pillar, the giant weasel bone grate in giant weasel bone! Clearly, this child is a prodigy.

The new kennels and adjoining animal training areas are almost complete

Another child, Led Sakrithzuntir, has been taken by a fey mood! She has claimed a Craftsdwarf’s workshop. There may be something wrong with the children in our fort. Perhaps it’s something in the beer that becomes too diluted in the larger bodies of adults.

Led Sakrithzuntir has constructed Kindledmuscles, a pecan wooden drum worth 16800 dwarfbucks. It is encrusted with point cut pink jades and oval siltstone cabochons and decorated with pecan wood, sheep wool, and pig tail fiber. It menaces with spikes of lead. On the drum is an image of Ral Shootcarry, the dwarf, in pig tail fiber. There is also an image of oval cabochons in pink jade. Will wonders never cease?

The Kea have returned! I’ve dispatched the squads to waste more arrows in the green menace’s general direction, but it’s a good thing the end of my year is here. Good luck to the next administrator!

A fresh new year begins, and the state of the fortress is strong.

Agriculture operates at peak efficiency. Resting in the farm’s irrigation system, recycled dwarven corpses provide key nutrients to help fertilize the crops. Truly, no resource goes wasted in Fikodesmul.

The gears of industry turn without fail. Carpenters, mechanics, craftsdwarves… their tireless work can’t be denied. A thin layer of vomit covering their workshops proves without a doubt that these fine men work healthy or sick, and don’t pause their labors even for a second to answer nature’s call.

Even the common people are ecstatic. “Our fortress is so wealthy, I have an opulent bedroom, office, and dining room all to myself!”, commented one titleless potash maker, èzum Zafalletmos, before returning to a hauling operation. Even the mayor herself would be jealous.

Yes, the fortress is strong, and we have no doubt that in a year’s time it will be even stronger. Long live Fikodesmul!

The mayor, Kogan Adeoddom, is slow to approve work orders on account of not having fine enough holdings. èzum Zafalletmos’ office and quarters have been seized and reassigned.

106 levels deep, we discovered an expansive underground cavern! The cavern spans 5 levels and is full of fungiwood trees and tower-cap trees, as well as a variety of moss, fungi, and animals. At least two Gorlak skeletons have been found, and you know how the old saying goes — where there are Gorlak skeletons, there are Gorlaks. The miners have been instructed to put caution first.

Maybe this ocean will come in handy after all.

We sent a lucky volunteer to start a hole that drills all the way down to the cavern. Using this nearly infinite supply of water, we should be able to flood out all the dangers below. I can’t think of any way this could go wrong.