There is no forgiveness for high treason. If all those who wrongfully took up arms against their countrymen were justly slain by the caravan guard, then the crime has received its dues. But you may not be so lucky...
Chamberivy, a fortress divided:
We got sidetracked for much of the previous year since we had to exchange all the clothes of the secluded fort, all from pig tail grown in that year, and needed to set up the proper dwellings so we could accept the barony. Only little on the actual project was done, but this year, we were free of distractions and could properly work at it.
It was a long time coming, but after some serious revamping of the total layout, the digital air mail system has passed its first preliminary test: a blood thorn minecart was launched after accelerating through a ~30-impulse-ramp linear accelerator, travelled to the secluded fort on a ballistic path with an apex at z+17, eased properly into the catch track, hitting the ten weight-sensitive pressure plates in sequence opening all the doors it was supposed to pass, touched the output plate, went over the return launch ramp sending it back out on a shorter hop with a mere 7z rise and then found its way through the cart-sorter to return to the hatch cover it started from. There's still a fair bit of work ahead, but it looks like we're going to get there within another year or two. And one of our jewellers got moody and made a spiffy light yellow diamond coffin. It was only a possession, but he's Master or High Master already, so it's not too tragic. The coffin was installed in the meeting hall and set to allow burial of pets only, which means the legendary clothier's pet ewe is going to occupy it once she passes over to the happy grazing grounds.