Journal of Foreman Hrnac
Would have updated the journal sooner, but me and Hentzau have been monstrously busy. Been working on a surprise known as "Project Theohall", the first of several projects, and by far the easiest of the lot. But with just the two of us mining, and just the two of us plus Lagom Lite working on masonry, this will take some time. Here is a basic status report on the Fortress:
Looking good. Food and drink are in good supply. Barracks are done, and we've set up a small dining hall. We've also begun dumping excess stone (and bodies) into the nearby swamps.
AWS started complaining about it being too close to our irrigation system, but was unable to lodge a formal complaint because 260 promptly took over and began demanding that Archinerd farm more Plump Helmets for her to liquidize.
Oh yeah. Mortis also told us to build him an office, dining room, and bedroom. He also warned us that we may be forced to do this several times for visiting nobles, and that they will not be as polite. Bugger. Well, here it is.
And just as I thought the Fortress was stabilizing, MIGRANTS.
TWENTY THREE OF THEM?! How the HELL are we supposed to feed and cater to FORTY TWO DWARFS?! And I just BET that more than HALF of them are COMPLETELY USELESS.
"Fortunately", we only had to do twenty-one psych evaluations. Mortis apparently isn't fond of children, and feels that there is no need to evaluate their worth. They have none. Personally, I think they will all be dead by the end of Year 2 anyway, so it doubly doesn't matter.
On to the newest batch of the assholes, weirdos, and outcasts that Dwarven society can afford to send out here.
Psych evaluation okay. Very forthright, does not like the company of other dwarfs. Having seen and smelt some of the other dwarfs here, I cannot fault her for this. Is a High Master Gem Setter. Impressive, but we have no gems. She's a decent Stone Crafter however, so we sent her to help Vorret.
Psych evaluation okay, but somewhat impulsive. Whatever. I doubt it will affect her duties, being a carpenter and architect. Those kinds of jobs do not leave a great deal of room for "experiment". If it doesn't work, dwarfs die, which is unacceptable. The nice thing about having Bellamy here is that Hipolito just became somewhat obsolete. If he dies, not only will we not have to put up with his schist anymore, we'll have a replacement. Huzzah.
Psych evaluation reveals enormous rage issues. Great chef though. We'll set up a kitchen for him as soon as possible. I used to think MY temper was bad, but this guy put some of my best rants to shame in just a five minute interview. Probably best to stay out of his way.
A High Master Milker, of all things. Apart from this discrepancy, he has a solid psyche, such that even Mortis was impressed. He has spent some time in the military, and has some decent combat skills. He was assigned the rank of corporal, but will likely be up for promotion soon. Lucky to have him, really.
Cpt. JC Anejo
Formerly a Master Sergeant in the military. Four tours of duty, and currently the best fighter this Fortress has. He didn't bring any equipment (he's a High Master Lye-Maker by profession, apparently its a family business) so Bad Shepherd will have to make him some. Would be the new commander if it weren't for lack of officer training. Mentally stable, but unlikely to be promoted further due to somewhat carefree and reckless attitude.
A gem cutter/wood crafter. Have a feeling she took these jobs simply to avoid doing real work, as her psyche evaluation reveals a lazy side about her. She'll be spending the next few months helping Vorret construct training ammunition for Pvt. Donnally and Sgt. Semaj.
Stable personality, but no noteworthy skills. He started fading into the background as soon as I saw him. Next!
Extremely volatile clothier. He seems extremely defensive of his profession, and insists that weaving pictures of daffodils into Pig Tail togas is one of the manlier forms of self expression. Demented nutcase, but of course Mortis let him in anyway. He's been assigned to hauling duties, as we do not actually have any cloth right now.
"Next!" Mortis was enjoying his new office. It still had far too much leftover stone stacked in it, but the new migrants were already busy hauling it away for dumping. And, while he might fault Lagom Lite's singing ability, he could not deny that his masonry was currently beyond compare in the fortress. The chair and table were exquisite.
Hrnac stood awkwardly at Mortis' side.
"Do we really have to do this for every
migrant, sir? They can't all be that important."
"It is important that every citizen be documented, Hrnac." Mortis licked a finger, and flipped a paper over his clipboard. "Should someone go missing, we should notice. Should someone go insane, we should know why." He stroked his beard. "And should someone die, we should know who murdered them. I said next," Mortis stared at the doorway. "Why are they not entering? NEXT!"
The door opened. A dwarf with a mohawk walked in, trying not to look sheepish. Hrnac bit his knuckle to keep himself from laughing. Mortis' eyes narrowed. The new migrant stood before the pair of them, almost defiant.
"MacTavish." The dwarf had a strange accent, but it was not entirely unappealing.
"I'm an accomplished soaper, sir. And I have experience in training animals. But not dogs," he continued abruptly, "I hate dogs."
There was a pause. Mortis scribbled a few comments on his clipboard, and then flipped it over.
"Thank you, MacTavish. That will be all. I've listed your work assignment here," he handed him his paper. MacTavish stared at it.
"These are just hauling jobs. Heavy lifting. Moving stuff around."
"Indeed Mr. MacTavish. We currently have no need for a soaper, but, as you can see, we are in much need of heavy lifting." He gestured to the piles of stone left in the room. "You may begin right away, Mr. MacTavish. There is no one stopping you. Welcome to Nudejugglers. NEXT!"
Talented girl. Very confident, great imagination. Not surprisingly, she's a High Master Leatherworker. She is also a gifted soldier, but declined our invitation to join the military as a Staff Sergeant. Being a High Master, she has the right. Which is a shame, because she was one of the more talented military migrants.
Marital Status: Married to Pvt. Hudson.
Nice guy, but no notable skills and a bit of a "screw you!" attitude towards rules and authority. He'll make friends here, but his career is going nowhere. Gave him hauling jobs. Resents his nickname, apparently the result of a one night stint working at a fish dissection factory that "never quite washed off."
Marital Status: Married to Unagi.
Two Dependents: Dwarfy and Heinrich.
Solid psyche, but is completely useless, apparently being an undergraduate from an Elven Arts School. Designated hauler.
His psyche evaluation is fucked up. "Loves a good thrill, a pessimist, revels in chaos and disorder..." Mortis seemed a bit hesitant to let him in, but he seemed respectful enough. He's served time in the military, picking up both cooking and fighting skills, hence the name. A worthy addition to our Fortress, I guess, but I can't help but worry that sooner or later, he will just completely lose it.
Okay, psychologically, but has poor reasoning skills. She a talented fisherdwarf, meaning she'll be contributing to the Fortress even when off-duty. Protested when drafted into the military, but this is completely necessary. We need the recruits.
"Hates rules, but slow to anger." I read that as "Passive aggressive to superiors." I'll have to warn Commander Cortilian. Did not complain when drafted, was apparently a former military speardwarf. Keeping an eye on her, but she should be a decent addition to the fortress.
Has superior fighting skills to most of the other draftees, but we're also losing a fairly talented metalcrafter in the process. She herself does not mind the draft, which fits in perfectly with her athletic, open minded, and confident personality. Worthy addition to fortress. Must question the name, though. Horizon? Really? Was she raised by elves, or human hippies?
Marital Status: Married to Ol' Guthands
Decent fighter, but extremely lazy and hostile psyche will make it difficult for her to work with others. Surprised she's married to Ol' Guthands. Would prefer both of them were out of the Fortress, honestly. Two new mouths to feed, for no real benefit. Protested LOUDLY when drafted.
Is a novice record keeper, and has a calm personality. Looks like we have someone to keep track of all the objects flying around in the Fortress! Finally. Good to have her on board, though she does find "rules confining."
Fortunately, her personality does not match her name. She's quite calm. Unfortunately, she has no real skills to speak of. Gave her a hauling job. Mortis seemed to like her for some reason.
"Next!" Mortis sighed. Twenty-three was just too many, even without counting the children. The interviews were making him weary. Some were dull, like Potter's, others were promising, like Ragefast's. Hudson's had almost resulted in violence, while JC Anejo had left the room positively skipping. But most of them were a waste of time.
"Wonder what weirdo we get next..." Hrnac grunted, shifting uncomfortably. Mortis could not help but feel sorry for him. He'd been standing there for almost two and a half hours.
The door opened, and in strode a tall dwarf with a tanned face, bushy black beard, and leaf green outfit. He whistled as he walked up to the desk. He was carrying some kind of sack on his back.
"Trapper by trade, sir." he dumped the sack on to Mortis' desk, covering his interviewer's hands and clipboard with dead rats and cockroaches. Mortis did not move, or even blink. Behind them, Hrnac gagged. "Caught these on the way in. Seems ya have a bit o' an infestation problem on yer hands. I'd be happy to take care o' that for ya." He paused. "I also does wood cuttin', but I dinnae bring an axe. Uh. Sound good?"
There was a pause.
"That will do, Shinjin." Mortis withdrew his hands and clipboard from the pile of dead vermin. "We need both trappers and lumberjacks right now, feel free to engage in both activities. That will be all. Welcome to Nudejugglers." Shinjin nodded, and smiled gratefully before heading to the exit.
After he left, Mortis glared at the pile of dead vermin on his desk.
"Go find someone, preferably someone whom we both dislike, and have them remove this pile of dead rats and cockroaches from my desk. I feel it ruins the interviewing atmosphere."
"Of course, sir."
Marital Status: Married to Potter.
Two Dependents: Dwarfy and Heinrich.
Another brewer. Decent one, too. Normal psyche evaluation. Nothing noteworthy, other than the fact he brought an entire damn family with him, all of whom are completely useless.
Am I done? Thank Armok, that was brutal. The good news is, we've got a full 10 man military squad, and a great deal of useless people to do heavy lifting. Bad news is, we have no armor or weapons to speak of to equip our soldiers, and the aforementioned useless people sadly need to eat. Archinerd is going to have to work overtime.
Back to work on Theohall then.