We are building a winter fortress, up near the glaciers, surrounded by elves and cacti despite the oft-freezing climes. Even the summer is icy cold, and the river which brings our wounded water freezes over for three seasons at a time.
We are not cutting down any of these cacti, because good word they are beautiful. Nature sure is amazing. We haven't even slaughtered any animals except a dying donkey.
Yet we sink our foundations deep into the rocks, trading with our elven neighbours for the wood in our beds and bins, and relying on the earth's bounty for the petty concerns of shelter and gathering places: here, the more cramped our halls are, the more warmth we'll have, for it is the fire in our hearts that warms us as the wolverines howl to the wind's tune.
We are dwarves, and we shall strike the earth. But not the trees, 'cause the elves were right the whole time. Except the cannibalism.
But yeah, I decided to start one maptile away from a glacier, in an often-freezing place full of saguaro cacti. I'm also going to conform to hippie standards, although we don't really have masses of trees anyway. Seeing as I've never actually played seriously (I got bored of my last fort before the first year was done) it is time to thrust myself into the fire.
So far we are in the second spring and we have enough of everything to last everyone for a long while. Trading dolomite pots and gems to the elves is an, ah, enriching experience.
Two strange moods and artifacts: an artifact wooden bow and an artifact wooden figurine (which means two legendary craftsdwarves who specialise in the resources I have very little of).
I think I know what I'm doing, but any tips for getting water? There's an aquifer somewhere, but we've only dug about 6-8 levels down so far because mountain.
Also, does not cutting any trees since the beginning even affect your relations?