The human caravan has arrived.
I really like the human caravan. Especially since the dwarven one never comes. My enclave of the dwarven race is quite possibly the last surviving one in this world, genned until 1050.
The horrible elven race has supplied me with a mating pair of giant lions. Ashame they cannot be trained into war animals.
Construction of the crowning achievement of a dying race is underway. 22 dwarves, including children and babies, toil ceaslessly to create the new mountain home of tradedstabs. Dwarven children represent the sole hope of dwarf kind.
The humans bring much needed raw materials, as the fortress simply lacks the dwarfpower to fully man every industrial branch of society at this time.
The humans bring light sabers whip, metal bars, and cut gems.
Shameful, that dwarfs should subsist so, but the time of the great rebirth is at hand. The great ark, the pinnacle of dwarven science, and its great monument proceeds even now. Despite the labor shortages, 2 legendary miner dwarves have shaved 6 layers off the top of the local volcano, creating the site upon which all our futures rest.
The temporary lodging in the vally is cramped, and overflowing with goods, and resembles more a work shanty than a mighty dwarven fortress.
Soon, the final stages of the volcano's transformation will be completed.
Soon, construction of the real fortress will begin!