Here we go, year 2. As I take over the fortress I immediately reflect on how inefficient my predecessor designed this fort and make a few tiny modifications for the sake of efficiency and then forget about it completely.
Things start out pretty slow, due to our numbers still being rather small, but that changes with the first migration wave.
Hrm...
Oh yesss, much better. Leeches all around though.
From a few months in I begins to prepare for the chances of siege by adding a few raising bridges outside the main gate and by starting up a cistern to contribute to a potential hospital in the future. Not that it came out great though.
In fact it was an abysmal failure.
Oh, and a few dwarfs might have almost died to a 'controlled' flood.
Yes, 'controlled'.
While all this is going on, our militia commander is getting himself beefed up and looking quite respectable until...
Huh. Is that like a were-monitor lizard or something? Kinda weird. So when he changes into his were-form does he shrink by a massive amount? I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really impres-
Oh shi-
Dayum.
Well, I managed to scare him away. My tanner who carried around a crossbow all year managed to take not only this guy with little problem, but also a slew of kobold thieves. No biggie.
Looks like he got someone at least. I should buffer up my defenses a bit more.
Hmm... What's this?
No...
NOOOOOOOOO!
Oh well, the show must go on.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
After that I had to grab a few leeches and rebuild our militia. Looking pretty good.
That guy is awesome. He opted to run around the map and kill owl men with his bare hands and no armor instead of going to training. Whatever man, as long as you learn to fight I don't care what the method is.
Meanwhile, on the workshop floor:
Yuck. Possessed, really?
Oh well, maybe he will at least make something usef-
Are you kidding me?
We're lucky I got a new militia going. Halfway through summer the fortress saw a fearsome foe emerge over the horizon. A beast so terrifying, it will forever haunt the dreams of each dwarf who laid eye on it.
._.
Wat.
Is that what I think it is?
I don't even.
Oh shi-
The thing fled pretty quickly though, with only one casualty, and a minor one at that. Guess who scared it off? That same mystery tanner who carries a crossbow. God bless you, good dwarf.
The rest of the year was pretty uneventful. We saw some impressive engravings of a fallen comrade.
Quite sad.
Some dwarfs were quite productive.
Another ashen artifact? Are you kidding me?
While other dwarfs spent their time doing...
god knows what.
We saw so many kobold and goblin thieves towards the end of the year that I fear a siege is likely just over the horizon. I went ahead and got our militia equipped with armor and weapons, just in case. I fear for the fortress, if a siege comes soon it could be the end of this fortress before it even really starts.
Suddenly I started caring a whole lot less.
All in all I spent the year digging a disappointment of a cistern, refusing to trade with elves, buffering up our defenses a bit, and building a poorly supported nobles quarters out of chalk. Here is what the fortress is looking like nowadays.
Main floor, starring entrance and farm. The switch with the X below it is a very fun switch. I recommend leaving it alone until the nobles quarters is complete though.
Said nobles quarters. There is no material more elegant and fitting of a king's personal dining hall than chalk.
Aqueduct structure and stockpile.
More aqueduct and workshop floor.
Barracks, starring our newly expanded militia.
Bedrooms. Nice, aren't they?
Catacombs. Now featuring the corpse of a hero that could have been so much more.
And a monument to my failure.
I will post up the file momentarily so dewboy can begin his part.
(It's currently uploading to google drive)
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