Entries from the journal of Sigun Gebarrigoth commander of the army of Scoutbridge.
1st Granite, 505,
I’ve filed yet another petition with Kadol for equipment. We’ve only a handful of battleaxes and a few short-swords we’ve confiscated from the odd kobold, and no armor to speak of either. At the least, we’ve got four full crates of leather that should be used to make some basic armor for all the recruits that have been volunteered into service. I may go over Kadol’s head and just tell our leatherworker to start churning out armor. Like as not, Kadol doesn’t even know the leather exists in the first place.
In me latest visit to his office, I was once again assured that once we have something decent to export, weapons will be the first purchase that’s made. It’s been over a year hearing that promise, so me patience wanes. In the meantime I’ve put all the grunts to work practicing wrestling and dodging maneuvers. Better than nothing. Come fall I’ll probably have to restructure the grunts. Some of the light-duty conscripts are getting skilled and hardened enough that they should be moved to full active-duty.
The attempts of our incompetent mechanic to breach the water layers continues. A planning error on her part ended up nearly flooding the crafting shops. Idiot. Kadol moved that little project outside of the main halls of the fort, just in case another little mishap occurs. A rare occasion where I fully agree with our leader’s decision.
Me petition to Kadol for greater control over the entrance work was granted. The basic framework of the entrance gate and kill-zone is complete, but there’s a lot more work to be done. Several masons were entrusted to me command for completing this structure while Kadol focuses more on housing, food, and public satisfaction. Ever the politician, that one. The next phase of the gate area is to create a series of drawbridges to section off the killing field, and build the fortifications on the walls above to give our marksmen some cover. This means I’ll have to ask that moron for mechanisms and levers; she can’t possibly screw up something as simple as a drawbridge, can she? Hopefully we’ll have a smarter mechanic at our disposal before I need to requisition all the traps I plan to place in the area.
While the construction continues on schedule, I’ve voiced me dissatisfaction with having to make everything out of what is essentially mud-daub made from raw fire clay. We’re dwarves, we should be using stone. However, with stone being scarce as it is, mud-daub is probably better than just leaving the front door wide-open. I’ve been assured by the masons that the structure can be upgraded to stone block once we breach into the stone layers below the water. I’ll try not to hold me breath for that happening anytime soon. At the very least we need somebody who knows how to make charcoal so our potter can make us bricks.
Meanwhile those damn ravens are back again. I’ve talked to the masons and they have a few ideas on a structure they could build that might funnel the ravens into some cage traps. I’ve put that on the back shelf for now. Something to consider once we hit a stretch where the masons have some free time and we’ve got a mechanic who won’t screw up a simple cage trap. A little raven roast is just the thing to boost the morale of everyone in the fort.