Ye God's, we've embarked in a fine spot, fine indeed. If ye consider a place where t'ground's froze t'hard fer booze-plants an' the water's t'frozen t'drink te be FINE!
Aye, but, we'll make do. Oor Queen, a farmer by profession, wants os t'make a settlement tha'll be a farmer's paradise! And sh'wants it all t'be abov ground. But we're dwarves, I says. Go, now, or ay'll call t'guard on ye, she says. She's sendin' a caravan every year te see tha' we're carryin' oot her elf-orders. Aye, we'll make her damned "farmer's paradise," but we don' have te like it!
As te most intelligent dwarf in dis stoopid partey, aye chose a spot by te other sayd o' the river te begin oor *liiimited* diggin werk. Even tat oaf of a dwarf Avuz, who tinks e's the axpedition laider on accounts o' bein the queen's favourite (stoopid farmers) follows me orders. I've told everydwarf te get about findin' plants an' shrubs onder al' tis snow, and oor axeman, Reg, has set aboot clearin the area o' those damned elf-nests. Meanwhile I've sent the one mainer - who moost ave com along by som accident - to clearin oot the whole layer onderneat os. If thaire's stone fer os, he'll find et.
A'ter all te leafy devils in me chosen area o' settlement ha been cot doon, I set aboot makin som sort o' arrangement wi' oor supplies, and order tha' fool Avuz to get diggin' os some farmland. Ah may hate the stoopid buggers, but we need os some booze an dem farmers is all oo can make os oor drink.
A' the same time, I tell everydwarf to ge' thayr workshops set op. Aye, it's cold op here, an' aye, the Queen's a bitch, but we will make do. Also, I got good ol' Reg the tree-slaughterer te' make me som good solgerin' farnichure. A'ter me shiny new armourstand was in place, aye set aboot practicin' me defendin' skills. Gotta be ready fer them Kobold an' Goblin bastards, aye?
Ah, t'weather's cleare'd. All de blasted snow's gone. Et's going te be naice te have dry boots, I can tell ye!
Oor envestegation inte one o' the pools t' the noorthayst has left os wi' a sizeable supply o' gabbro. While not the mos' glaaaamorous stoon, gabbro es fer better'n nuthin'. Ay've told te mason tha' came wit' os te star' shapin' dat gabbro inte mechanisms te control oor gates wit' es soon es oor ferst wall es don. Ay've also ordered Urdim, oor Dwarf-mender te start using all te strawberries we've gathered te make os som o' tha' strawberry wine. Aye lov me som strawberry wine.
Wit oor gabbro, ay've found, we can make os a kiln! wit a kiln aboot, aye can finally tell tese dwarves te pick up som clay from tat spot aye saw ootsayd oor trade depot. Wit' tha' clay, we can build huuuuuge walls, en dey will be fer stronger dan ef we'd used dat stoopid elf-home stoff.
Ay've also taught op a smart way o' killin enemies! Ay'll put op a wall round oor REAL wall, an make te stoopid goblins walk all the way roond, while oor Marksdwarves shoot dem in thaire righ' sides - te side wi'oot te shield! ay'll also put traps along te tightest path roond - te wagons will go roond, bot te stoopid goblins will walk right inte the traps!
Ah, te clay es brigh' red, jus' like t'holy fluid o' Armok! Ay'me sure es colour won' fade... we'll gi't a fresh coat e'ry once en a while!
Moigrants! Perfec', we needed som mor' han's bringin clay!
A'ight, we've got ourselves som mor' farmers (stoopid farmers), a trader, a bone carver (We plan on makin' loads of *mateeeerial* fer 'im te work with, eh boys?), a weaponsmith (axcellent), a bowyer (crossbows!) a fisher (seafood!), an' a bunch o' kids. Eh, they can help os wi' te harvest.
Wit' te bowyer here, an oor tonnes of leaf-fiend flesh, ay figure we can gi' a crossbow t'every dwarf! Aye, we need mor' leather fer quivers, bu' we ha' enough bolts, an' ay can tell som dwarves te get to thinnin' oot the wildlife once we slaugh'er oor yak an' horse fer quivers.
Ay've also toold Mistem, oor miner (who es noo legendary in hes skill an' minin' speed) te jes mine oot te whole godsdamned layer below os. Wairst-case scenario: te whole fort callapses en on i'self. Best case? Som' time en te future we can grow som naice moshrooms jus' un'er oor feet.
Och! Mor' moigrants! We don ha' any godsdamned beds fer ye yet! Mebbe inna coupla months, once the ooter wall is finished, we'll have a nice roof te put beds un'er. Gah. Ye can sleep o' te grass! Oh? Wa's thes? Ye three are
meletairy dwarves? Well, why'nt ye say so? come on en!
Ye gods, wha're ye playin a'? Hopefully thes kid dosn' want gems o' teeth o' shell o' bone' o'... anythin' bu' wood, really.
Armok be praised. All te lil' bugger wan'ned was som' gabbro. Me fingers es crossed fer a figurine o' me becomin' the militia commander!
Dos it ha' a picture o' me? I hope it dos I hope it dos!
Fok te blasted queen already!
Ah yes, we've FINALLY finished te wall! Ay ordered som' dirt removed from te future path o' the wagons, an ef the stoopid queen (may she live a hondred stoopid yairs onder dis stoopid son in dis stoopid weather!) trow's a hissy fet, she can choose te fight af te goblins hairself, wi'oot oor smart fort planning!
Ennyway, noo es te time fir os te begin oor opwards constroction.
Eh, et's taken som' taim, bu' noo we ha' oor firs bi' o' a dorm! Me an me fellow dwarves ar' all jus' as relieved te finally ha' a place te put oor head's doon fir a g'night's rest.
The caravan has com' an left. Tha' hoity toity
liaison says tha' ay'me no' followin' the queen's orders. E's gettin' all huffy aboot tha' lil' bi' o' dirt tha' ay moved offa tha future caravan road. Noo he says ay ave te the end o' winter, an then ay've gotta find som' other dwarf to lead tese idiots. Eh, fine. I'll live, provided the next overseer's no' an idiot. Bu' fir noo, ay've gotta make sure he know's hoo te finish me design fir te walls. Eh, we have a dorm, ay'll jus' get the masons workin' on it, he'll be able to connec' the dots, an' any fool can build a dinin' room.
Och, another possession? Ye gods jus' don' le' os rest, eh? Mayhaps we'll get somethin' o' use outta this one.
Ah well. Et's springtaym. Ah guess tha' mean ay've gotta give thes fort o'er te som' other dwarf. Et's a shame... I was startin te like bein en charge. Ah, well, ay'me stell te commander o' te militia!
Et's funny... Ay ge' this straaange feelin', like dis i' gonna b'come som' sort o' stoopid tradition wit' dese idiots. Ay can see it noo: e'ry yair, a new leader. Och, but tha' woul' be a shambles, woul'n' i'? Ach, it's fine, somethin' tha' stoopid'll ne'r happen.
Noo ay mos resign. Ay'll be drillin' me macin' skills by te entrance af anydwaf wan's me.
OOC: Save's up on
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=8710Water is going to be a MAJOR problem once we start getting sieges and stuff, since we can't store it underground and it's frozen most of the year aboveground. There are solutions to the problem, but most of them require... liberal... interpretation of the rules. I'll leave it up to KiBoy to decide which schemes are allowed and which are not
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