Introduction and screenshots:*Sad music in the background, low tone of voice* My name's Apani Coupledgates, and I'm - an overseer, will my short companions say straightaway. No, you are wrong. I'm a Carpenter. That's what I used to be, at least. Buried beneath the earth, under the snow, I'm just a dwarf like another, carrying stones to make something out of them.
I never had too much work. I spent most of my time in the meeting halls, which is just a fancy name for a corridor flanked by miscellaneous workshops. Unsurprisingly, I didn't make a lot of friends, either. I was in the upper floor stockpile, taking... stone, to make mechanism, when the word arrived. Deeves, the previous overseer had retired. There was panic. Not really. But I offered to replace him. When there is no other use for my real abilities, maybe it's best to oversee. *Sad music ends*
Tour of the fortress:
First floor, animals pastured on the snowy grass at left, animals pastured in the main hallway in the center, animals pastured on the crops, animals pastured on the stockpiles... Stockpiling stone here must be a bad idea, with all the workshops being underneath, this is just wasted time.
Fishing pond. Not much to describe or see here.
Various stockpiles, stones, gems, ammo, armors, refuse, and a butchery.
Various workshops, a dormitory, several quarters, a dining hall, barracks presumably and a room with beds and tables and a cabinet whose purpose I can't fathom. I guess I'll turn it into an hospital after moving the beds next to the tables. I also made a stone stockpile near the workshops, where it has sense for it to be. But maybe I should just move the workshops upstairs. There's also the Church of whatever, but it's empty currently. I'll show it when it'll be worth it.