![]() (I regret slaughtering our delicious pack mule early on). What are we doing to do, ride them?! Maybe we can put the useless trapper to use, get another useless horse and start breeding us up some steak. Also some jerk brought their pet horse and mule. And an animal dissector with the aforementioned lack of animals. A trapper with no animals to speak of except a herd of wild horses. I see they're as prepared and informed as most colonists are. Those damn traders must have blabbed about how well we're doing, seven new dwarves came over the hill looking for our fortress (too stupid to use the road). Yep, just the seven of us snug down for the winter. Our fortress was just gearing up its cloth production so there'll be no shortage of warm clothes for the winter. The underground farms were planted with plenty of Plump Helmet. Food and booze stocks were high, even if most of the booze was wine. Just before our first winter rolled in the fortress went into a bit of a panic. Maybe it'll keep the useless nobles away for a while. Wonder what the folks back home think of us. The skulls we carve into totems to trade. They're a great source of practice crossbow bolts (since we have no metal they'll have to do for real, too). Hmm.įortunately on their way out the caravan guards saw fit to have their way with the local monkeys, so it'll be monkey steaks for us this winter! All hands on deck dragging in the corpses, butchering them before they rot, rendering the fat, cooking the tasty bits and carving up the bones. He replied that in a wild coincidence seed prices have been terribly high this year. So they locked me in the dining room with him until the deal was done. I'd rather be locked in a room with an elf. My first official administrative act would be to have talk with their poncey trade liaison. The first trade caravan came in the fall. We made sure to make full use of all their snuggly-wuggly bits, so now our soldiers will be marching into battle protected by fearsome kitten leather armor with fluffy clouds emblazoned across the chest! Of course, our medical facilities are lacking so this manifested itself as a quick trip to the slaughterhouse for the adorable little buggers before anyone gets attached. Under strict orders to avoid a catsplosion we decided to spay and neuter our adorable new arrivals. Two cats are already plenty to keep the vermin under control. Once they've grown up we'll train them to fight and hunt like their parents. This is excellent news! Beyond shutting the door, our dogs are the only credible defense of the fortress. Puppies! Our war dogs (Shorast Areknil and Udib Mafolnicat ) had a litter of three puppies. We've struck a vein of marble in the orthoclase, which is good news for our craft trade, but bad news for hitting magma if this stone has been around long enough to make marble. All this igneous rock is heartening for the prospects of striking a magma vein. After driving exploratory shafts down four levels they struck some lovely blue microcline to break up the grey/green monotony. Still, it got Edum and Sigun's blood going. Our mason prefers the Olivine and I fear someone fool human girl might come knocking on our door asking after a wizard.Īnother downside of the narrow entry and building too close to the surface is we had to build our trade depot outside, under the big empty, unprotected.Ī small cluster of platinum got our hopes up, but petered out after just four nuggets. Stone has mostly been Gabbro and some lovely green Olivine. On the up side the abundance of sand means plenty of space for farming and we're keeping our farmers busy. The only way to go now is down, the best way. I've been knocking out walls to widen internal corridors, but sand and water hems us in. This is coming to bite us as traffic is constrained by the narrow passages. I insisted on a narrow entry way for better defense, seeing as we have nothing better than a door I hope the worst we see is a fearsome Goblin Encyclopedia salesman. The floodgates are in place, but we've had to replace the mechanisms so many times. We've just made it through our first winter and I want to get down some of our history before Kivish floods our fortress with her project. Likot Kikrostvumom, acting administrator of Fortress Ropefight (nobody else wanted the desk jobs), built and manned by The Confining Cloisters. ![]()
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