Heres the second half of the introduction, and the uneventful start of the first year. I apologize in advance if I messed up with recreating anyones dwarves, but after ten restarts to get the right expedition leader the details cease to matter so much.
By the time we arrived at the future site of Dreamhill a whole year had passed, since we abandoned our past home. We were located on the top of a spire of barren rock. To the east was a patch of jungle, rumored to be cursed, but containing vital trees and pools of water. And to the south a vast chasm split the ground filled with terrible beasts.
The supplies we received were interesting. Plenty of food and plenty of drink were contained, although unfortunately there was no anvil. We had two axes which I made sure get safely stashed away. No kobolds were going to steal them this time. We also had though were 14 war dogs. Dreamhill would not fall as easily as its precursor had.
Equally important were my fellow dwarves. Five of them I knew well, the other surviving members of the original expedition to Dreamshield. Ive learned that my journals of Dreamshield have been published, but the publisher of my journal messed up all the minor details, even inventing a completely new pantheon of gods for us to have supposedly worshipped so Ill introduce everyone again.
First there was Imp. Imps skill was with stone, whether as a miner, a mason, or a mechanic, she could get the job done. Its hard to imagine what we would have done without her skills.
Second there was Skanky. When I first met him, he was merely skilled with the axe. But at Dreamshield he served as our first carpenter, and in the months following, hes also became a skilled woodcutter.
Third was Sigurd. A miner and an engraver, his work is evident throughout the whole of Dreamhill. Its likely that every room in the fort has either seen the touch of his pick or his art.
Fourth came Pengunio. She had always possessed many talents. She could farm, cook, brew, keep records of the stocks and more. Her aid was indispensable in the forts first year, for if there was anything that needed doing; she likely already possessed prior experience.
Fifth came Mulch. She could farm, and she could brew and she was very good at both. In later years she would seek to enter the military, but at Dreamhill's start, she was essential to keeping food on the table, and beer in the barrels.
Sixth came Brann. He was the only newcomer to the group. After the fall of Dreamshield to goblin raiders, I looked to acquire more military might, and Brann was the best I could find. His skill with the axe would later prove indispensable but at the forts start, he was most needed as extra labor.
Finally there was me. At the time I was a simple stonecrafter, with an eye for the value of goods.
It was just the seven of us the first half of the year. The barren mountain remained devoid of life, except for the chasm, and a few hardy mountain goats. We were busy carving out the fortress. We carved the first stockpiles the first bedrooms, even began the great dining hall. When autumn came around most of the fort was still a work in progress, with much rock just waiting to be dug.
The only area resembling anything near to its completed form was the entrance. While our numerous war dogs, supplemented by sixteen puppies all born simultaneously were a formable defense, we had already began work on a trapped passage, to weaken any invaders. The eventual plan was to carve out the area around the stairwell, and move the dogs there, so any invaders would be forced to walk the gauntlet of traps before being overrun by our fury friends.
Soon though we would get our first hints at the storm to come.
OOC: Not as challenging a location as the previous map, but this time around it's all about revenge. Given that I already have 30 dogs, any guesses as to how long it will take for their population to reach critical mass and become a black hole.