We were promised a mountain of our own. You could say that we weren't lied to, but Armok, it's a close one. Technically it's a mountain - a volcanic peak - that's basically on the edge of a hill in the Forest of Organizing. They call it the Scorned Furnaces.
We didn't know all of this before we threw together all the mugs we could make and bought it. It's ours, fair and square, so long as we keep up payments. Square, eh. Funny, that. It's square all right - about a hundred paces on a side, and we've got to milk it for all its worth. See, we had to put the entire place up as collateral in order to buy the things we'll need to live there. Picks, axes, and the like. It's not going to be easy and it sure as Armok wasn't cheap.
Location
Clay, sand (albeit inconveniently located at the top of the mountain), wilderness with heavy forest. There's an aquifer, but the mountain slopes should help us get through it easily.
Yep. Got screenshots working, finally.
Neighbors
Dwarves, legion, gnomes, drows and humans are friendly. No elves for some reason. Orcs, frost giants, goblins and kobolds for hostile forces.
We've arrived at our new home. It's gonna be...something, all right. I'm just not sure what we can make of it.
Our auspicious beginning includes a plague. Everyone looks pale and sickly, and is spewing vomit everywhere. I can only hope that we brought this with us and it's not an intrinsic fact of our new home.
Somehow, even the animated iron weapons we brought are pale and sickly. They just don't look that shiny. I'm just glad they've not developed a means of vomiting.