Calm down, everyone, the fort is fine. Unfortunately I haven't been taking a too detailed account of what's been happening, but I'll try to cover everything important.
Military:
- We have enough arms and armor for a hundred dwarves.
- We also have legendary armor- and weaponsmiths, though not the same person like last time.
- We have two squads of skilled melee, one of skilled ranged, and two of melee recruits.
- We have enough ammo to turn a giant sperm whale into the world's biggest, angriest porcupine.
This may be the best condition our military has ever been in in the history of Doomforests.
Supplies:
- Our population is at
147 153, migrants arrived while I was typing this.
- There is enough food to last until the end of time. Our cooks and farmers are busy producing more.
- After breaking Dark Two's strike on brewing, we now have plenty of booze. Pots and barrels will probably end up being the only limiting factor.
- We have nearly 5000 metal bars, mostly copper, silver, gold, lead, and iron. Steel is currently limited only by how much charcoal we can produce.
- We also have over 700 brass bars, to be used in a project of mine. When we first ran out of zinc I thought there wouldn't be enough brass, but I redid my math and realized I have 5 1/2 times the brass I needed. Don't worry, I'll put it to good use. We didn't need that copper anyway.
The only things we need at this point are steel, dwarves, and skilled workers.
Enemies:
- A minotaur attacked. A minotaur died. What is it about this place that attracts them?
- A goblin siege came to check on Minister Smunstu, but left after being shown the kind of luxury he was living in. Also, his foot is better. Don't worry about how.
- Ayanu the fire-breathing pterosaur is currently wrecking Astville and there's nothing I can do about it. Right now it's stuck on an artifact weapon rack. It's also rotting from the effects of another FB's poison, a mud blob it killed earlier. Note: Do not touch it.
- A new FB, Mothra the mongoose, is in the second(?) cavern. There's nothing there for it and it can't get in. I'll keep an eye on it.
The only thing that can possibly kill us now is our own stupidity or deliberate sabotage, and even then I wouldn't count on it.
Projects:
- I mentioned a project involving a shitload of brass earlier. All I'm going to say is that it's a building. Or, rather, two buildings.
- I've been cleaning up the fort this whole time. For the first three months of the fort we had a solid zero idlers the whole time because everyone was hauling garbage to the magma.
Look closely at that screen. You might see that there's a new room there full of coffins. Since then they have all been built and designated for burial. My math says there's around 400 coffins in there, plus the other empty coffins elsewhere in the fort. Nothing's going to happen any time soon, but if it does, we're going to have a place to put the bodies.
It's also proof that I haven't moved the fort or anything, no matter how tempting that might be at times.
EDIT: I just realized something. We've been having our weavers gather silk and make cloth since the beginning of the fort, almost. We haven't done anything with that cloth but let it sit there.
We have over
fifteen hundred cave spider silk cloth.
I'm going to set the clothing shops on repeat.
The ritual was finally ready. In the center of the small room lay a large pile of copper tablets, every inch covered in writing. Avuz stood at the edge of the room, near the door in case something went wrong. Avuz, gathering her power, breathed in.
"P'MUDOTUA!" she shouted, releasing her power into the tablets, her small voice overlain with another, deeper, commanding. They vanished in a bang of in-rushing air, then were quickly replaced with a quickly growing pile of... stuff. Old clothes, boulders of various stones, desiccated corpses and limbs, broken furniture, and other objects. Avuz was shoved out the door by the advancing wave of junk. This was more than she had expected. Good thing she hadn't locked the door.
As she extricated herself from the pile, she spotted a dwarven skeleton. Bits of flesh and rags still clung to the grinning skull. Eh, she'd seen worse. Doomforests was not a place where dwarves grew up sheltered. Or lived to adulthood. Forgetting these thoughts, she turned to the waiting dwarves.
"Alright, men, sort it out. Bury the dwarves, smelt the ore, dump everything else down the magma pit."