The bridge over the river has been completed at Lashedbridge. A nice double arch of iron blocks, 5 tiles wide, with a clear glass block safety rail. Connected to the east and west edges of the embark by a 5-tile wide paved road of green glass blocks. Further work underway including some gates to control access, a dwarfy surprise for trespassers, and some additional decorative work.
Goblin visitors have been meeting the fortress' champion, a dour steel armored female swordmaster with the nickname "The Speechless Failure". The rest of the militia is rounding into shape, but the champion is being left in her own squad since any dwarf that has previously been squad-ed with her has gotten killed in combat shortly afterwards.
Steel supplies remain low and totally dependent on caravan visits in order to get flux stone, steel bars, and scrap items to melt down. Though at this point there are sufficient steel weapons to go around and some additional steel armor has been purchased to supplement the plentiful iron armor.
[Aside: An odd dwarf civilization in that they have no knowledge of either cloaks or mittens. So a few usual "outer" garments are missing. Matched in oddity by the goblin civilization only using leather armor so far (with metal helms and shields). The marksdwarves have been quite effective even when using bone and wooden bolts.]
Deep below the fortress a monstrous newt made of onyx opal lies in a small chamber being pummeled constantly by bronze spikes. Roughly 40 pages of combat report; mainly body parts being chipped and a fracture now and then. At this point all wound points are red, and the beast has lost all four feet and its tail. But it refuses to die. (We stab it with the bronzy spikes, but we just can't kill the beast.)