I had been playing with a population limit of 7. (Sometimes I let the game run while I was doing other works so I prefer a relatively relaxing play style)
This fort was founded in year 113, by The Tired Mines of The Late Wheel. The expedition leader picked a appropriate name: Shuthrazmomuz, "Ectocrypts". The place was an evil tundra that snowed elf blood all the time.
The first year, the mason Sigun Ringedfortunes died. She went out to pasture the cow in a bloody storm when the undead reindeers attacked. The undead kicked her brain out and killed the donkey in the same way, they spared the cow for some reason. Soon Sigun was reanimated and killed the cow she was pasturing before she died, by punching through its brain.
Since they locked her outside when the undead attacked, other dorfs thought she went missing, despite they put her zombie version in a cage and displayed her in the meeting hall. They also caught the zombie cow and zombie donkey and sold them to the caravan from mountainhome later, pretending them to be normal cow and donkey.
The ex-expedition leader Asmel Portalriders was appointed as the manager-bookkeeper-broker and Udil Playpost assumed the position of expedition leader. Everyone was recruited, two squads were created. And the dorfs began to conquer the caverns.
"Hey commander Asmel, what's that big white thing over there?" asked captain Meng.
"Oh good Armok, a Blind Cave Ogres!"
"What do we get?"
"Nothing but two copper axes and the wood cutters are felling shroom trees with them, the manager said this place doesn't have weapon grade metals."
"But think about that, this place is haunted, we've seen dead walk and moving dogs skin, who knows what will happen if we kill one those BCOs?"
"Right. Tell them to bring as many logs as they can, we'll seal this cavern with cage traps."
So they left the
O alone, and the
O was happy to ignore the haulers running around. It smashed a door and left, satisfied by its building-destroyer nature.
Next year(114), a potter arrived to replace the missing mason. He was a 27 years old young lad who had tons of cousins. He was the first migrant I had seen since 40.13, so I appointed him as the chief medical dorf. No wonder, he was always whining about being separated from Urist RandomCousin.
"Look, Mistem Rackoiled, we don't have a doctor and we have no clay but elf blood snow here. So why not stop being a potter?"
Then I got bored and wanted the second immigrant "wave". So I changed the cap to 10. Shortly after that(year 115 actually) 3 dorfs arrived.
Urvad(♀) Ringcarried and Eral(♂) Brassweakens were a young couple. Urvad was 16 and Eral was 18. To be honest, I never saw married dorfs being this young. The last migrant Bembul(♀) Inkclubs was 24. Like other typical post 40.13 migrants, they all whined about their lost cousins.
I gave the 3 new migrants a squad, with Bembul as the captain...
So far all has been well, no one besides Sigun
MisRingedfortunes died. There were small accidents like haunted dog skins and crundle scales, but the dorfs have built enough cage traps around the butchery, so I think they'll be safe.
For the first time, I successfully embarked on an raising biome.
My workshop level:
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Topic: Finally, settled on an elf-blood soaked tundra (40.19) (Read 2483 times)