Ok, with dropping the narrative aspect, I've had the milita sorted.... Kinda. For now they have some basic training crap and that's it; just stuff to prevent shattered skulls and smashed ribs. We have officially overfished and cannot gain any further fish from our brook. I've gottena waterwheel set up so we can do some milling, and quite frankly, I have absolutly no idea why there are workshops in cells. There's literally no reason for that, because dyers and tanners wont claim a workshop and go berserk because there wasn't dye or untanned hides. My exploratory mines so far have turned up jack shit, and the moody fellow is probably going to die, and quite frankly if he berserks I'm only going to intervene with a pointy stick. Whatever damage he does, he does.
Sorry if I seem irritable, but I can genuinly honestly say I despise the layout of this place. I really do. It's not even normal Succession game bizzarcitechtur, but whoever uses this setup needs to be beaten with an oar. Preferably an oar made from elf bones and goblin skin. It's cramped, confusing to a frusterating degree to a person like me, and quite frankly as I said, I'm not going to do a hell of alot to prevent disasters during my turn. When I'm done, whoever's next, good luck to you. Also I tore out that pointless empty cage because I got sick of the mechanics complaining about there being no cages.
EDIT: Two briths, two dead kobolds, A soldier and ahalf is armed and armored with proper shit, and I think we may need to always buy fancy gems to up the value of the shit we sell. three heavily encrusted items bought every scrap of plant food, booze and meat they had, along with a bit of steel armor (gauntlets and a helmet) weapons at least for the sergeants, another squad of speardwarves who need weapons and training armor, and a conscript oneshotted one of the thieves with a palm elven matchstick. May kit a squad out elf style for shits and giggles. And appaerently a cave dragon just got its ass handed to it by.... Something. Not exactly sure what but it just sponteneously showed up under Dead shit list.
EDIT II: Stonmason went bonkers, died of thirst, and was scooped into a coffin before I even noticed. And I commend our hunters. Anything that shows up on the map promptly dies in a hail of bolts, turns into leather and more ammo to repeat the process.