There was this one Fort I started, with the intention of building up before digging down to the spire, making a suit of the finest candy metal armour before abandoning, leaving a path to the HFS for an intrepid adventurer.
Needless to say, I never did get around to abandoning Silentthunders.
The events happening in the image are better shown as a timeline, advancing through Silentthunder's early days from left to right.
On the left, right after the dead trees and shrubbery are the two miners of the starting 7, Kogan and Unib, waiting by the wagon (I always like to interpret the Dwarves turning the wagon into makeshift shelter as to why it can't move anymore) for Vabok the expedition leader to forge the first copper tools for the small outpost of Eshomamud. The Metalsmith's forge is quite surprisingly the oldest and longest surviving structure in Silentthunders - the Fort was unintentionally built around it.
On the willow tree Uvash is learning the strenuous task that is being a Marksdwarf roaming where the evil birds fly. The first encounters of undead ravens were vast underestimations of their evil arts.
By the willow tree are the crops that would soon sustain most of the Fort.
Just below the foul ravens are the two farmers/carpenters Datan and Ablel, hefting radiant copper battle axes to hack down great oaks and old ash trees, clearing their way to flat grounds on which a Fortress can be built.
On the far right is the legend of Muthkat and the Moose; where a lone Marksdwarf without any bolts or armour to speak of single handedly fought a monstrous undead moose to the death, losing teeth but ultimately emerging victorious.