But... I just finished a turn! And about to do a write-up! The river works, it just seems to dry up in the winter...
I played conservatively, as this is a new mod and a new game. Sorry for not being too adventurous... at least, things are stable and progressing.
Well, we have arrived! Well, arrived is a strong word. We are on a cliff heading towards a tundra, and this tundra is creeping me out. It just... feels wrong. Off to the distance, I can see strange clouds hovering above ground. I can also see strange shapes moving in odd motions that make my eyes itch. Could be the squinting...
Damnit, I'm the expedition leader! This is a nice place. We have a waterfall, and a great view. STRIKE THE EARTH!
Everyone is picking up their equipment, so I decided to go over the official documents. We are the...
Exultationhexxed? Oh man, that name does not bode well. But then again, it could be worse. I've heard stories of a place called boatmurdered... at least there are no elephants to be seen. Just... what is that thing?
Looks like some kind of bird, but it's translucent. Erm, I think it's my imagination playing up. I better get to work.
First things first, even out those ramps around the wagon. Wouldn't want it sliding down now, would we...
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I had the miner dig a shallow ditch, and in a burst of stupidity he dug straight into a pond. Well, when the crundles come, make crundle biscuits. I ordered the expansion of the new moat!
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I had to physically wrestle some folk away from the river. NO FISHING! You see those olm? YOU SEE THOSE FISH? Water kills you. It's like cold magma. No, you are not fishing. What? You want a spear? You are a "Spisherdwarf", what is that? You are picking berries now, get going.
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I can't decide whether the first months are the best, or the worst part of a new settlement. Nothing is happening but mundane work... but at the same time, nobody is dying. We started digging dowards, and setting up basic workshops. As a precaution, I made a few crossbows but everyone looked away when I offered one. One dwarf named Spish asked me if it's a spear. Is a crossbow a spear? No, it's a crossbow.
Also, it's raining which is making me irritable. I'll go back underground and make some beds for us to sleep in. Away. From. This. Rain.
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One of the workers called me over to the cliff overlooking the river. It seems that not only is the river flooding...
There seems to be a water dragon swimming in there. Hey, did I mention we have a moat? And I hate aboveground? Yeah, I'll go do that now. ---OH MY GOD ITS COMING THIS WAY EVERYONE RUN! ... oh, it's going past us. Well then!
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While I was sleeping, apparently two dwarves came in. They were the only survivors of an travelling party who were lost in the tundra. My worries were correct - they were beset by strange creatures and a mist. A mist, apparently, can be quite horrible. From their words, their friends melted. Turned inside out. Became horrible beasts. All at once! A mist that they barely escaped on their way in. I... excuse me.
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After I was done drinking sewer brew, one of the newcomers accosted me. He said he is NOT a clerk, as originally stated on the record, but an experienced soldier. He... just happened to moonlight as a bookkeeper once. His name is apparently, "The Master" (yes, with a "the") and he will now be appropriating the crossbow I made. And ordering the construction of personal barracks to train in. I'd protest but... I don't want to argue with him. He has that glint in his eye....
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I was scared to death wandering outside when one of them jumped in, and grabbed a wheelbarrow. Why would they want a wheelbarrow?! But steal one it did. As I watched mortified, The Master rushed outside with a hellish yell. Before I knew it, the langurs around me dropped dead pincushined with +wood bolts+. And now there's blood everywhere, which makes the place look better.
Also, Langur are delicious. And make for great ammunition!
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We struck peat, and then rock! Ah, it's good to handle rock. I loaded it into a wheelbarrow, and took it to the stoneworks. We now have graphite ("No, it's not for inkmaking. Who makes ink?!") and hematite. Delightful! I will have some metal made at once.
---a spear, apparently. I'm making a spear. LEAVE ME ALONE SPISH YOU'LL GET ONE.
Also, we struck something called "rubble". What is "RUBBLE?" I think the miner needs some fresh time. I don't want any "rubble".
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More of the adventuring party arrived. Apparently those brave folk survived in the tundra for the last few months, hiding from whatever lives there. With new weapons being forged, I assigned their leader to our burgeoning military. ---Yes Spish, you too. You are in the military now. The Master felt the need to demonstrate how to use an axe, which he learned somewhere. Why? You don't have an axe. They don't have an axe. Oh whatever, as long as he stays down there I'm happy.
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The merchants will be coming soon, so I have commissioned some stone trinkets to be carved. Instruments, crafts and the like. I'll go make some bins.
Just on cue, they are here! Hope they like what we've done with the place.
I was really busy for a while, but finally found time to deal with the liaison. Apparently, the tundra was our real destination and the mountainhome isn't impressed. I don't care, we're already here. Have some stone flutes.
After shaking his head, the liaison left me with this order:
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The river bank is still flooding, and there seems to be some freezing. Where this tundra begins, the water just... freezes. It's unsettling.
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This HAS been a quiet winter, but apparently our new furnace worker stepped on a snake. A giant rattle-snake, which promptly strangled him to death. How? How do you miss a snake? Before I could say anything, The Master was pulling his recruits out to kill them. Two got away. One, well, I can see how Spish works now. I think he had a lot of practice on snakes.
Snake isn't as good as langur.
Also, I should make burial ground. And a hospital. Yeah, I'll get right on that.
Did I mention I have my own little hideaway underground? It's an escape from the hectic work of running this place. With only 14 of us, this is already busy.
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I had the troops geared properly, with iron armor and leather padding. I think they are ready for what to come. Attached is my report for the future overseer, who will receive the reins as per our tradition. I'm happy actually, as i have had a migraine the length of this winter. Good luck, whomever gets picked next meeting.
The main area is animal pasture (so the vermin don't go extinct and can be captured) and meeting area (for convenience).
As you can probably see, I never got around to setting up a dining area. There are some tables and thrones ready to be used, though.
Basic production facilities, everything is made here. The stone stockpile supplies the mason workshop.
We also need better sleeping quarters.
The clear area should be a hospital. I haven't done much work with it, but the leatherworks are fully staffed - including a highly skilled leatherworker. I made some extra armor for our troops.
This is the main source of ore and stone. I did not dare dig deeper yet, as I'm simply not prepared. Don't mind my room... Also do set up those burial chambers, there's a dead dwarf around.
Best of luck, I'm going to go admire my statue of dwarves.
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