51 Late Autumn 27th Timber
We arrived on the last-but one day of Fall. In accordance with our king's wishes we make a tribute of 10,000 urists times the number of years the fortress has existed. As of today the fortress has existed Zero days, or Zero years for a total tribute of Zero times 10,000. I shout out loud "I hereby pay the sum of Zero Urists in full to my King."
Winter arrives.
We tunnel out a small space underground for sleeping, and build platforms out around the volcano for storage and workspace.
Spring arrives.
The elven caravan arrives, and we trade for some food and clothes.
Summer arrives.
The human caravan arrives, and we trade for food and cloth. A few migrants arrive
Autumn arrives.
We hand over goods worth an estimated 13,200 Urists for the (nearly) one year our fortress has existed. I only have time to do a little trading after that.
Some migrants arrive.
Winter arrives
A giant coati wanders through the middle of the camp. It leaves us alone, so we leave it alone. It wanders away with an iron helmet. I say let it have it, I'm not going to argue.
Spring arrives.
The lack of water is proving to be troublesome as two dwarves have been injured. One dies. An elven caravan arrives, they have little of value. The first artifact of the fortress is made. It's a silver warhammer! That should prove most useful to some hero. At this point I think my fortress is mostly safe. We run out of logs. I let the woodcutters leave the fortress. It's a risk, but we need the wood.
Summer arrives.
The human caravan arrives. I buy lots and lots of food. Some migrants arrive.
Autumn arrives.
The trickiest thing now is keeping everybody busy doing something useful. The dwarf caravan arrives. I hand over the tribute for this year, 20,000 Urists worth and for next year in advance, 30,000. The total offering is a little higher - estimated as 55,440
Winter arrives.
It is time to delve, deep. A cavern is found a long, long, way underground. Along the way we find some tetrahedrite and some casserite. Now we can make bronze! Iron would be nice, but we'll just have to keep trading for steel. We have a mayor now. Time to make some more furniture.
Spring arrives.
An elven caravan arrives. I prepare an underground area for farming and fishing. A forgotten beast arrives. For the moment it seems happy chasing crundles. I hope I will get the cavern walled off before it finishes them.
There are only two crundles left. Where is that mason? Wow. That was lucky, it just walked right past the stairway up to kill a troll.
Summer arrives.
My dwarves have a death wish. They keep going to pick up stuff and getting killed by the beast. I forbid everything there and finally it wanders off after killing 8 or so dwarves. I trade some stuff with the human caravan then decide to quit while I'm ahead and resign. The next mug can deal with things from here on.