Note: Excuse the lack of images. In my excitement, I forgot I had to take screenshots before it was too late.
Hi. I'm Rika Gatinadil. Having taken over the position of expedition leader from Esano, I felt our growing fortress needed a few changes. Firstly, our dining hall was much too small and a little... boring. So, I expanded it a bit and ordered for the stone to be smoothed. After, I'll get someone to engrave over it. Second, our military is lacking a barracks so I expanded the area around the armour stand and weapon rack and put a few beds in there. I'll also put a set of training spears in the hallway to the barracks so they can get some more practice in. While all this was happening. Nil Cilobustir organised a party. How nice of him!
Hey look, more migrants! Our population is now at 38 dwarves! No particularly useful skills, but at least that means we can expand the military.
What's this? Erush Kilrudator is acting strangely and has claimed a Craftsdwarf's Workshop. Meanwhile, our masons have been hard at work trying to get the dining hall engraved. That reminds me, I need to get more tables and thrones made.
Shortly before autumn arrived, an elfen caravan from Derleola arrived. As they made their way to our fortress, they came across a kobold thief. Our military (now with 5 members) tried to kill it, but unfortunately he managed to escape. Darn pests.
As the rest of us were busy doing our bits, Erush suddenly went insane and started wandering our fortress with melancholy. Rumour has it that he was unable to complete a great work and went insane because of it.
Hey look, another wave of migrants. This time we only had nine dwarves, putting our total population to 47.
A human caravan from Ringcucampesor came to trade.
Ingish Iklisttirist then started showing the same signs as Erush did and claimed the same workshop. I hope he finds more success. Speaking of Erush, he just died from thirst, after refusing to drink or eat for days. I decided we needed a place to bury our dead friends, so ordered our miners to mine out a place where we could put all the tombs just below our entrance.
Just as autumn arrived, Ingish finished an amazing piece of jewellery in the form of a maple bracelet. He named it Matultudrug Ilusizeg. We also had another kobold thief come in but he also got chased out by our military. Unfortunately, the kobold managed to cut Dakost's right hand off. Oh well, it's not like he was doing anything with it anyway.
Another seven dwarves came this season. At this point, I had the great idea of mining out the mountain to the northeast. It looked to be mostly andesite, but we got lucky and found some native gold as well. Unfortunately, a part of the mountain collapsed on one of our miners. At least he's alive.
That liaison from Ulengezum came again. None of the things he talked to me about made sense to me so I just skipped over them and hoped there wasn't anything too important.
In winter, Bembul Sitalsigun claimed one of our forges and started working on something mysterious. Soon, he came out with an iron bed, naming it Thatthil Tustem!
Our two miners, Dishmab and Stukos got married! To the disappoint of many of us, they decided not to have a huge party. Oh well, we've been having lots of parties in the meantime anyway.
What's this? It seems an enormous crab composed of bandfire opal with wings and can shoot webs has been spotted in the caverns. It's Galka Sedmesedast, a forgotten beast. Let's hope we can forget about it for now and our wall is enough to hold it back...
End of year:
Link:
Ohnoes
Hi. I'm Rika Gatinadil. Having taken over the position of expedition leader from Esano, I felt our growing fortress needed a few changes. Firstly, our dining hall was much too small and a little... boring. So, I expanded it a bit and ordered for the stone to be smoothed. After, I'll get someone to engrave over it. Second, our military is lacking a barracks so I expanded the area around the armour stand and weapon rack and put a few beds in there. I'll also put a set of training spears in the hallway to the barracks so they can get some more practice in. While all this was happening. Nil Cilobustir organised a party. How nice of him!
Hey look, more migrants! Our population is now at 38 dwarves! No particularly useful skills, but at least that means we can expand the military.
What's this? Erush Kilrudator is acting strangely and has claimed a Craftsdwarf's Workshop. Meanwhile, our masons have been hard at work trying to get the dining hall engraved. That reminds me, I need to get more tables and thrones made.
Shortly before autumn arrived, an elfen caravan from Derleola arrived. As they made their way to our fortress, they came across a kobold thief. Our military (now with 5 members) tried to kill it, but unfortunately he managed to escape. Darn pests.
As the rest of us were busy doing our bits, Erush suddenly went insane and started wandering our fortress with melancholy. Rumour has it that he was unable to complete a great work and went insane because of it.
Hey look, another wave of migrants. This time we only had nine dwarves, putting our total population to 47.
A human caravan from Ringcucampesor came to trade.
Ingish Iklisttirist then started showing the same signs as Erush did and claimed the same workshop. I hope he finds more success. Speaking of Erush, he just died from thirst, after refusing to drink or eat for days. I decided we needed a place to bury our dead friends, so ordered our miners to mine out a place where we could put all the tombs just below our entrance.
Just as autumn arrived, Ingish finished an amazing piece of jewellery in the form of a maple bracelet. He named it Matultudrug Ilusizeg. We also had another kobold thief come in but he also got chased out by our military. Unfortunately, the kobold managed to cut Dakost's right hand off. Oh well, it's not like he was doing anything with it anyway.
Another seven dwarves came this season. At this point, I had the great idea of mining out the mountain to the northeast. It looked to be mostly andesite, but we got lucky and found some native gold as well. Unfortunately, a part of the mountain collapsed on one of our miners. At least he's alive.
That liaison from Ulengezum came again. None of the things he talked to me about made sense to me so I just skipped over them and hoped there wasn't anything too important.
In winter, Bembul Sitalsigun claimed one of our forges and started working on something mysterious. Soon, he came out with an iron bed, naming it Thatthil Tustem!
Our two miners, Dishmab and Stukos got married! To the disappoint of many of us, they decided not to have a huge party. Oh well, we've been having lots of parties in the meantime anyway.
What's this? It seems an enormous crab composed of bandfire opal with wings and can shoot webs has been spotted in the caverns. It's Galka Sedmesedast, a forgotten beast. Let's hope we can forget about it for now and our wall is enough to hold it back...
End of year:
Link:
Ohnoes
brb dealing with Rika's OPAL WEB-SHOOTING CRAB OF DEATH WHAT THE HELL WOMAN 
So I went forgotten beast hunting.
I'm never allowed to have any Fun.
I'm never allowed to have any Fun.
Ho!
We begin the third year of our lovely Fortress! Everything was frozen over until the beginning of summer, though, much to our fisher's boredom.
In the meantime, we opted for some structural improvements. We began to smooth over several hallways and Esano's meagre, bare office, when a very intoxicated dwarf approached me, sagely advising that we, still, did not have a hospital.
He pointed to a stray, unused corridor on the main level that looked as though it had once been an active hematite vein mining operation. "Dude!", he went on, "It would be totally New Age of you to convert that place into a hospital!"
I did not know what New Age meant, but I decided to comply with his request, constructing a simple hospital.
It's not a boxy, uneven corridor where I have to sit down to allow my fellow dwarves passage. This feels distinctly... elfen. I am disgusted. But it will suffice, complete with several beds, an operating table and a traction bench. I have kept our artifact iron bed in storage; surely, one day, some uppity noble will demand to sleep on magma-hardened earthmetal as if it's high-class.
While Esano was working in his office, a few laborers went in to start their projects, only to find the fortress's manager walking around in... a frilly purple dress.
Is there something you wish to tell us, Esano?
It was at this time, however, a beastly roar shook the foundations of our fortress. Perhaps it was Galka, the dreaded crab? No.
It was her accomplice. If our scientific geonaut expeditions are ever to be safe, we will have to remove these threats in the only way dwarves now how: violently.
I began construction on a few improvements - a fishery to process our raw fish, an expansion to the barracks and a makeshift archery range.
At this convenient time, the first of three migrant waves arrived, bringing my attention to one thing: save for a few fishes caught before the winter freeze, we were entirely without food. Well, you know what that means!
It's time to get tasteless!
While we set out murdering our burgeoning animal population, someone decided to enter labor in the dining hall, and at the same time we spotted a kobold thief engaging in petty annoyance on the surface. Ordinarily, these buggers manage to run away.
But not this time.
We had a few crossbows and accompanying bolts forged and had the hunter that fired on the kobold lead a small contingent of archers, bolstering our military's numbers to 13 dwarves. I ordered construction of several shields and bucklers to improve their survivability, in addition to a dozen or so battle axes to fit fresh conscripts with. We also keep hearing cries of 'Snatchers!' from the surface, only to find goblins sitting in cages. We'll have to use them as target practice one day. In the meantime, more cages!
We begin the third year of our lovely Fortress! Everything was frozen over until the beginning of summer, though, much to our fisher's boredom.
In the meantime, we opted for some structural improvements. We began to smooth over several hallways and Esano's meagre, bare office, when a very intoxicated dwarf approached me, sagely advising that we, still, did not have a hospital.
He pointed to a stray, unused corridor on the main level that looked as though it had once been an active hematite vein mining operation. "Dude!", he went on, "It would be totally New Age of you to convert that place into a hospital!"
I did not know what New Age meant, but I decided to comply with his request, constructing a simple hospital.
It's not a boxy, uneven corridor where I have to sit down to allow my fellow dwarves passage. This feels distinctly... elfen. I am disgusted. But it will suffice, complete with several beds, an operating table and a traction bench. I have kept our artifact iron bed in storage; surely, one day, some uppity noble will demand to sleep on magma-hardened earthmetal as if it's high-class.
While Esano was working in his office, a few laborers went in to start their projects, only to find the fortress's manager walking around in... a frilly purple dress.
Is there something you wish to tell us, Esano?
It was at this time, however, a beastly roar shook the foundations of our fortress. Perhaps it was Galka, the dreaded crab? No.
It was her accomplice. If our scientific geonaut expeditions are ever to be safe, we will have to remove these threats in the only way dwarves now how: violently.
I began construction on a few improvements - a fishery to process our raw fish, an expansion to the barracks and a makeshift archery range.
At this convenient time, the first of three migrant waves arrived, bringing my attention to one thing: save for a few fishes caught before the winter freeze, we were entirely without food. Well, you know what that means!
It's time to get tasteless!
While we set out murdering our burgeoning animal population, someone decided to enter labor in the dining hall, and at the same time we spotted a kobold thief engaging in petty annoyance on the surface. Ordinarily, these buggers manage to run away.
But not this time.
We had a few crossbows and accompanying bolts forged and had the hunter that fired on the kobold lead a small contingent of archers, bolstering our military's numbers to 13 dwarves. I ordered construction of several shields and bucklers to improve their survivability, in addition to a dozen or so battle axes to fit fresh conscripts with. We also keep hearing cries of 'Snatchers!' from the surface, only to find goblins sitting in cages. We'll have to use them as target practice one day. In the meantime, more cages!
Summer proceeded quietly and without further incident. A second wave of migrants, all useless, were drafted into a third squad, bolstering our military to 23 troops. Hope potash making involves swinging axes, chump, or you're not gonna last out there on the battlefield.
Over the rest of the season, we witnessed another dwarf woman giving birth. Later, two kittens were produced, one puppy and a mule. Opting to not have birthing residue splattering all over our dining hall's tables, I constructed a small statue gallery to split up the crowd. It was starting to look necessary; we were almost 80 dwarves in number by now!
One of our dwarves, a conscript in the third squad, suddenly siezed control of one of the magma forges at the end of Summer, producing a work of art:
Ah, so someone remembers our history prior to 1050? Marvelous! I suppose lizards were part of our ancient queen's coat of arms. Hm.
We tided over Summer and most of Autumn in relative silence and prosperity; our fortress value broke the 100,000 threshold, and we even elected our first mayor. We scammed the Human and Dwarven caravans out of 250 or so units of food and booze withcrap priceless golden sceptres and other such artifacts.
I found myself wondering aloud; "This is rather peaceful. Isn't the world supposed to be about Fun?" And so it was. A few of our dwarves were outside the gate, working on our newest farm (as I could not comprehend how to expand the underground one due to my own incompetence) when suddenly:
An ambush! Curse them!
I ordered our military into the fray, and they answered with stumbling precision. Though two farmers were lost in the process, the goblins scattered left and right. One proceeded southwards, chasing an errant kitten, no doubt to cave its skull in. Our troops routed the group and pursued them to the west, only to encounter another surprise!
An ambush! Again! Curse them! And how did that swords dwarf walk past four goblins without noticing anything?!
This was a small contingent; three lashers and a mauler. Thanks to our shields, they could barely get a hit in edgewise, though one of our dwarves was struck in the ankles from behind. After the battle, he was carried to the hospital, and it was diagnosed that he would never be able to walk again. I suppose we'll have to help him subsist on a sizable Veteran's Fund. Or just throw him into the volcano as a sacrifice to Armok. I have not yet decided.
Snow began to fall as we returned to the fortress.
Damnit. There goes another peasant.
We discovered another group waiting south of them; four lashers and an archer. We made swift work of them. Dwarvenkind triumphs this day!
Twenty goblin casualties versus our four, five, maybe six nameless labourers. Victory is ours!
Bolstered by our victory (and realizing that our population was beginning to attract undue attention), we tunneled anew into the caverns and sent our conscripts to face off against the dreaded Galka Sedmesedast, the fireopal crab. We lured her into the tunnels adjacent to her foul miasma-pond she knew as her home, and there, battle was met!
It was a long, pitched battle, numbering nineteen or so pages in pointless documentation, our conscripts hacking away endlessly at her ten limbs, shattering them one by one. Her pincers were naught but useless with all this pain, but she managed to cripple two dwarves for life. I'm not counting the errant cave crocodile that devoured stray spectators that came to collect the castaways from the fight, either. In the end, after an epic fight - where one brave axedwarf clung valiantly to the beast's head with her own teeth - our legendary metalcrafter from earlier scored the killing blow, lopping Galka's head off in an arc.
Turns out the dreaded Galka's bandfire opal body weighs a whopping 25504 units. And is valueless. Kol Ezumkalur, a nobody Woodworker, immediately begins dragging the corpse to the surface. How tenacious.
Casualties:
Two cripples
Four crocodile foods
One dead crab
One beast down. One to go.
Linky link!
(Plenty of plants and such left over for booze.
And if some of these pictures seem incongruent I had several really annoying crashes, so this took me like 3 playthroughs. :/ )
Over the rest of the season, we witnessed another dwarf woman giving birth. Later, two kittens were produced, one puppy and a mule. Opting to not have birthing residue splattering all over our dining hall's tables, I constructed a small statue gallery to split up the crowd. It was starting to look necessary; we were almost 80 dwarves in number by now!
One of our dwarves, a conscript in the third squad, suddenly siezed control of one of the magma forges at the end of Summer, producing a work of art:
Ah, so someone remembers our history prior to 1050? Marvelous! I suppose lizards were part of our ancient queen's coat of arms. Hm.
We tided over Summer and most of Autumn in relative silence and prosperity; our fortress value broke the 100,000 threshold, and we even elected our first mayor. We scammed the Human and Dwarven caravans out of 250 or so units of food and booze with
I found myself wondering aloud; "This is rather peaceful. Isn't the world supposed to be about Fun?" And so it was. A few of our dwarves were outside the gate, working on our newest farm (as I could not comprehend how to expand the underground one due to my own incompetence) when suddenly:
An ambush! Curse them!
I ordered our military into the fray, and they answered with stumbling precision. Though two farmers were lost in the process, the goblins scattered left and right. One proceeded southwards, chasing an errant kitten, no doubt to cave its skull in. Our troops routed the group and pursued them to the west, only to encounter another surprise!
An ambush! Again! Curse them! And how did that swords dwarf walk past four goblins without noticing anything?!
This was a small contingent; three lashers and a mauler. Thanks to our shields, they could barely get a hit in edgewise, though one of our dwarves was struck in the ankles from behind. After the battle, he was carried to the hospital, and it was diagnosed that he would never be able to walk again. I suppose we'll have to help him subsist on a sizable Veteran's Fund. Or just throw him into the volcano as a sacrifice to Armok. I have not yet decided.
Snow began to fall as we returned to the fortress.
Damnit. There goes another peasant.
We discovered another group waiting south of them; four lashers and an archer. We made swift work of them. Dwarvenkind triumphs this day!
Twenty goblin casualties versus our four, five, maybe six nameless labourers. Victory is ours!
Bolstered by our victory (and realizing that our population was beginning to attract undue attention), we tunneled anew into the caverns and sent our conscripts to face off against the dreaded Galka Sedmesedast, the fireopal crab. We lured her into the tunnels adjacent to her foul miasma-pond she knew as her home, and there, battle was met!
It was a long, pitched battle, numbering nineteen or so pages in pointless documentation, our conscripts hacking away endlessly at her ten limbs, shattering them one by one. Her pincers were naught but useless with all this pain, but she managed to cripple two dwarves for life. I'm not counting the errant cave crocodile that devoured stray spectators that came to collect the castaways from the fight, either. In the end, after an epic fight - where one brave axedwarf clung valiantly to the beast's head with her own teeth - our legendary metalcrafter from earlier scored the killing blow, lopping Galka's head off in an arc.
Turns out the dreaded Galka's bandfire opal body weighs a whopping 25504 units. And is valueless. Kol Ezumkalur, a nobody Woodworker, immediately begins dragging the corpse to the surface. How tenacious.
Casualties:
Two cripples
Four crocodile foods
One dead crab
One beast down. One to go.
Linky link!
(Plenty of plants and such left over for booze.
And if some of these pictures seem incongruent I had several really annoying crashes, so this took me like 3 playthroughs. :/ )
