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War hamsters!

Who also can milk things.  Like potatoes and statues.

I like everybody to have many skills.  So it is less about making great goods and mostly getting everybody to craft something, gain military skills, so on.  On the other hand there is only so many picks, axes, and workshops.  So not everybody can cook or brew or work with stone.  It kind of levels out....

Unib Oiledsiege, Woodcutter and member of the Diamond Weights, was, at the moment, helping install the doors.  For some reason she was wearing a gabbro crown and a rhyolite crown.  And she was wearing a NEW wild boar leather robe over her pig tail dress.

Early spring had come.  But outside the water was frozen and snow was still on the ground.  The calendar said it was spring but the weather said otherwise.


The door she had installed was one of the new offices that had been dug out.  The Leader, and the Book Keeper, were getting sick of working among the crowds, noise, and smells of the first floor chamber.

After installing the doors she went to brew some sand pears.  She was...displeased.  She was missing friends, family, praying.  And also her two lovers were not in the outpost. 

And she wanted to acquire more items.  Not doubt why she was wearing two crowns.

She then decided to have a hen egg roast.  Which was made up of finely minced cow cheese, will-minced pig cheese, finely minced pig cheese, and minced hen egg.  So more like a two-cheese omelett.

She took it to the tavern.  And while eating her meal, which was a fine dish, she felt satisfied discussing her problems with a acquaintance.  In fact that acquaintance was Rakfil Catcrested the Human Poet who had been drinking there while enjoying a good argument.  But not too happy about the worms. 

Hey, that's what you get when you let turkeys into the Nut of Crafts.

Unib went to wash down the dish with a mug of Blackberry wine.  Which got her drunk.  Also she liked it for being a pretty decent drink. 

At least the room and board wasn't bad in this outpost.

On the 7th of Granite she went to see the Leader.  Where she cried.  She wasn't the only citizen who was displeased.  More than half of them were displeased.


Then, on the 9th of Granite, the elven caravan from Quithecaraca had been spotted.  Well, two elves and two pack animals.

The Leader ordered the inner door of the Depot opened and FOUR cut gems taken to it.  Surely the elven traders would have no issues with gems?  Right?

After the elven traders unloaded their wares the Broker, ingiz Swordtundra, traded them for two barrels, a grown hemp cloak, a rami robe, ten apricots, ten apples, ten pears, ten peaches, ten plums, and ten bayberries.  Giving the elven traders about 2736 credits in profit.

There wasn't really anything else the Broker saw of worth.  They didn't even have any books.

Funny.  The traders' pack animals had been a Yak cow and a male unicorn.


While this was happening Unib had been in the Unbridled Mark meditating on Thralldom.  Why she was thinking of slavery was unkown.  Surely she didn't think of herself as a slave of the outpost?

Outside, in the cold, the last remaining raven flew around.  With the spring had also come the Giant Flies!  But unlike the bird they were not interested in starting fights.


Then there was a surprise.  A elven caravan from Coce Rera had also been spotted.  Oh dear.  Another two elfs and two Yaks. 

The Leader decided this was not a problem.  Maybe they would have something the first traders had not?  The Leader ordered three cut gems to the Depot.

She helped move one of the gems to the Depot and then grabbed the new grown hemp cloak.

The Broker was called back to the Trade Depot.  As the first traders were leaving the second traders were unloading.

For the three cut gems the Broker bought up fifteen almonds, fifteen hazel nuts, ten pecans, five walnuts, five acorns, five mangos, five apples, five peaches, five plums, five oranges, a grown alder buckler, and two buckets.  Which gave the traders around 2807 credits of profit.

With that all the new fruits were being brewed Unib was working on cooking more lavish meals.  In this case she was cooking with hazel nuts.  You couldn't brew or plant them so you may as well cook them.

Then she got a drink of blackberry wine. 

Then something weird happened.  Migrants appeared from the north.  A Third Wave of Migrants?  How?

There was a male Miner named Dishmab Lanternbury, a male Weaver named Avuz Girderravens, a male Woodcrafter named Rakust Walkedgilt, a male Gem Setter named Dastot Bootbridged, a male Weaver named Zas Dentbolted, a male Lye Maker named Ustuth Deerarrow, a male Weaver named Sakzul Blazedcastle, a male Miner named Imush Zealtool, a male Hunter named Shorast Gearedswords, and a male Peasant named Deler Talonoils.  There was also a female Engraver named Led Ragclutch, a female Peasant named Zon Sabrescaled, a female Iden Tradeyearlings, a female Siege Engineer named Ducim Helmsdistinct, a female Carpenter named Ral Redbolt, a female Woodcrafter named Logem Slingclose, a female Woodcutter named Alath Coalrubs, a female Peasant named Atir Wheelbone, and a female Potter named Unib Doordrills.

Led and Avuz were married.  So a new bedroom would have to be made for them.  And they had a child, male, named Inod Wheelstheater.

There was also a male child who belonged to Iden.  Named Oddom Insightsarrow.  But there seemed to be no father on the records.

At least there was bedrooms ready for some of them.  All were were formed into one-dwarf squads.  Some would train in early winter and some would train in late winter.

The Peasant  Deler was also given the position of Performer of the Silvery Church as he was a follower of Alron.

They also brought a stray Blue Peacock, a pig, a dog, a bunny, a cavy boar, and a yak.

Unib was attending a meeting at the time of the migrants pouring into the small outpost.  Which was now a Hamlet!

The number of citizens was now forty-one!  Beds, cabinets, chests would have to be produced and bedrooms dug out.

Well, at least this meant more people to talk to? 

With all the new citizens the Leader decided the small library needed one Scholar and one Scribe.  Sazir Inkoceans was now a Scholar and Unib Oiledsiege found out she had been selected as the new Scribe!


She was going up in the world!

The mid spring came and some of the Diamond Weights went to train in the barracks.  Including herself.

The rivers were still frozen as the first day of Slate rolled around.


Author's Note:

So the update broke my game.  Well, let's see how long I can handle this.  If not I can try to see if I can't create a World of Bones 2.0!

Sorry folks.  Next chapter may take some time as the Adventure Update seemed to have messed up my game.  As a Third Wave of Migrants, a LARGE wave, are now pouring into the map.  I think the update set the game file back to default.  So my small town is already a Hamlet and I am still counting the incoming populace.

Ber Gemcrested, Farmer and member of the Diamond Weights, who had been a Former Herbalist, was just getting out of training with most of the squad.


While putting some items away he was surprised to hear that the new visitor, a Dingo Man named Ugo Nationscrescents, had come to visit the outpost.  A Scholar who had come to...well, nobody knew why he was here.  But maybe he was here for the library?

Then one of the wild pigs, a sow, got into the settlement's entry and got hit by one of the stone traps. 

Both doors were locked and the bridges were activated. 

When the bridges were allowed to open again and the doors unlocked nobody could find any remains of the sow.  It has been totally destroyed.


While a Farmer there was demand for rock from some of the Workshops.   So Ber picked up a copper pick and went to digging.

Another wild pig got into the entry, got hit by a rock trap, and ended up in a cage trap.  Training the neat meal time!

Also it turned out the Dingo Man had come to study in the Crystalline Home.  Which made no sense until somebody pointed out to Ber that Crystalline Home was the name of the library.  With no books.

Funny, the new statue ordered for the new temple didn't look anything like Alron.  It looked like a elf.  A elf named Dipane Pickdawn.  An author.  So the Leader, well the NEW Leader Id ordered a new statue made.  Of Alron.  Again.

And the elf statue was ordered to be placed in the library.  It was a statue of an writer after all.

After all the mining Ber had some radish wine.  Seemed a popular drink.  Maybe because it was a new choice?

By the 20th of Obsidian was back to work.  This time he was mashing plants and turning them into slurry.

After that he put away the slurry and went outside to gather more plants for turning into slurry.

Then he decided to get a few sand pears to brew.

As he brewed sand pears into perry another statue was produced.  Another elf author.  The Leader was starting to get pissed.  Though the new artwork was also ordered to be placed in the library.

This time Id wrote down what he wanted and gave the order to the dwarves.  "Make THIS.  Of Alron.  Nothing else."

Ber knew nothing of this as he brewed brew.


By the 28th of Obsidian a proper statue had finally been made for the temple of Alron.

Then, with the 1st of Granite, came early spring.  All training had stopped as the dwarves quickly went to put their military gear away and many went to pick up the seeds.  Sowing had come.

But the water was still frozen and the snow was still on the ground.  Spring may have come according to the clock.  But winter still sat on the lands.

We need Sleestak. 

Id Sunsworked, Broker, was going to attend a meeting with the Leader.  Mostly, like others, to complain or sob.

So, of course, he cried while whining at ingiz Swordtundra.

"...and our populace is growing too slowly," he exclaimed right in the Leader's face.  "We'll never have elections.  We need a Mayor who can be replaced when needed.  We need to change leadership so we can have different views and new blood in charge!"

"You are so right," said Swordtundra.  "You have just been promoted.  You are now the Manager and Expedition Leader.  I'm the Broker now.  Here's your desk.  Good luck!"

Swordtundra smacked Id on the back and walked away.

Id blinked.  Well...now there was a change in leadership.  And he had a office. 

Problem was he was part of the Diamond Weights.  And it was mid winter.  Time to train.  So he wrote off a few quick orders before going to pick up his equipment. 

Things would go faster if people stopped crying on him.  They kept stopping him or calling him back to his office.  Well, table next to the farming plots.

Around this time the semi-wild eagle had been butchered.


Which was amazing timing as ANOTHER eagle flew into the entry way, got smashed by a rock trap, and ended up in one of the cage traps. 

But soon a group of wild pigs, a mixture of boars and sows, also charged into the entry way.  The fools.  They set off the traps. 

So the dwarfs locked the doors and started to pull the lever, again and again, that was linked to the bridges.

As some of the wild boars screamed in horror as they were batted about by the drawbridges a snow storm came on the 10th of Opal. 

The inner door was unlocked and the Diamond Weights were sent in to kill whatever was left.

With one wild pig dead and another having been chased into one of the cages the soldiers were called off.  There were still some wild pigs running about outside.  But they were not agitated like the raven.  They were just wild animals who were now scared of the armed soldiers.

And the second eagle was butchered.

Id went back to training, after getting some sleep, and tried to keep his mind on the future.  He was now the Leader.   And now he would have to write the reports to....what was his face?  King Fikod Urmimoddom?


Also he found that people wanted to meet him even while he was sleeping or training or eating.  They would come right into his bedroom!  No respect!

At least the snow storm stopped after a week.  Of course anybody who went outside complained about the snow.  But it looked like the wild pigs were keeping away from the populace at this point.


A few days later the new temple to Alron, the Silvery Church, was finished.  Alron was the Deity of Mountains and many among the populace were worshippers of Alron.  Alron's form was, most often, a female mountain goat.

Like the Unbridled Mark, the first temple made, the second one wasn't much to look at.  It didn't even have a statue yet!

On the 22nd one of the wild sows entered the tunnel of traps and bridges.  Again.  Of course the lever was pulled!

The drawbridges lifted and she was on tossed right THROUGH the earth to the outside!  Ghost pig!  GHOST PIG!!!!

When not being cried on or yelled at Id was able to train some of the soldiers.  And enjoyed it.

Then late winter came, training ended, and he was able to focus on being just the Leader.  Oh goodie.