Windstandards, 10 years in. Established as a desert frontier fort, now a bustling city of 135 inhabitants.
All is good. Multiple seiges and beasts have been defeated by a combination of our swordsmasters, elite marksdwarves, ballistae, catapults and serrated discs. Despite the harshness of daily life in the desert, surrounded on all sides by those that would see us dead, my dwarves live secure and well fed lives behind our concentric walls which are soaked with the blood of those who think it a good idea to try and assult them. The baron demands bolts, which we are happy to provide. 5 ghosts of risen visiting merchants who never managed to leave offer some character to the otherwise featureless land.
Confident in our defenses, we have engaged in much crafting and art - we are home to legendary artisans in stonework, woodwork, clothing, leatherwork, bone carving, gemwork and metalwork. If traders were able to reach us through the hordes of enemy that even now surround our land they would take tales of our wealth back to the mountainhome. We are rich in a way I would not have imagined when we first dug into the harsh desert sands. All we want for is wood, as the saguro yield little in the way of useable timber. Tentative expeditions to find a source of magma to sustain our smelting have as of yet found nothing, but I remain hopeful.
Heres to another 10 years of fruitful industry.