I will be posting my experiences in the new version here.
"Because I bloody well so say you damn peon, now get to the quartermaster for supplies and assemble a team or else you get to visit the hammerer!" bellowed the King in answer to query as to why I was being sent to establish a outpost of the glorious Dwarven Empire, the Dikes of Planning in the middle of a alligator infested swamp. With a sigh of resignation I carried out his instructions.
The quartermaster was a shady looking fellow, far too keen and with a squint. He tried to trick me into taking some useless newfangled inventions called 'splints' and 'crutches' but I was wise to the tricks of his kind and didn't fall for it. He also tried to trick me into taking some logs of some sort of new breed the planters have come up with, the fungiwood, if you ask me it's just a tower cap with a fancy name. Fortunately my great-grandaddy Demonic Spoon, only survivor of the legendary Sparkgear Fortress, had given me a two day long lecture on what one should take on a doomed expedition to found a fortress in some hellhole. He said:"Boy, you want to take along a pick, a axe, a anvil, a breeding pair of dogs, a breeding pair of dogs, seeds, cave lobsters, meatshields(also known as 'fellow dwarven friends') and as much booze as you can carry when going on a doomed mission to found a new fortress, you got that? Hey! Stop sleeping!". I followed is advice as best I could.
After getting us some supplies I went to select my trusty crew of dwarves that would carve out the greatest fortress that the Wispy Continent had ever seen. I was ...underwhelmed by the choice available to me, a bunch of crazies that needed to get away from civilization for whatever reason.
I picked the most useful ones, once again remembering my great-grandaddy's advice: "Don't ever take a freakin soapmaker boy." .
After a ardous and grueling journey we have arrived here in the swamp of The Poetic Murk! Strike the peat! The glorious fortress of CrowdedCastle begins today! Let us dig lodgings ere the alligators devour us.