The hot nature of the savage wilderness Jadeirons is dug into means that though it does rain, the murky pools soon dry up afterwards.
It also means that because the stupid tree children didn't bring any seeds, my textile industry was herky-jerkying along with only pigtails (which I despise). However, idle use of "prospect" did turn up a single rope reed plant that had generated next to a now-dry muddy pit. I marked it for harvest and micromanaged the heck out of it. I'm pretty happy, I never thought I'd be able to parlay just one wild-gathered rope reed into high quality plant fiber robes, shoes, mittens, and (unfortunately) hoods.
I lucked into an immigrant who was nearly legendary in weaving, and I had a fey mood turn my merely adept clothier into a haberdasher of legend in one shot. The only thing I don't have a dye industry. Last time I set one of those up it slowed everything down horribly and was generally a pain in the butt. Might try to set it up again.
Unluckily, it was an exceptionally made pig tail fiber hood that a werebull ripped off one of my poor dwarves and beat a few others to death with. The cursed beast wasn't spotted until he was literally a step or two away from my fortress entrance, no way to raise the gates. So I sicc'd my squads on him. They weren't wearing anything but leather armor, but I thought that iron axes and bronze weapons and 25-to-1 odds should work in my favor, right?
Wrong. Even my legendary +5 melee dwarves barely got a few nicks in. Somehow, this werebull dodged every strike and killed thirteen of my dwarves with wrestling moves and clothing bludgeoning! I lost half my marksdwarf squad (apparently they ran out of copper bolts practicing with them) and a couple from both my axe squad and my mixed-melee weapon squad. My founding carpenter got his head smashed in with a head covering! My founding warrior had her left leg ripped off by the beast!
The worst part is, it was a goblin. So when he changed back into goblinoid form, the cursed creature was marked as friendly! I even tried to mark him for death, but my military refused to attack. So I watched this dammed creature skitter off my map after murdering thirteen of my blessed dwarves, a founding member among them. I can't remember the last time I've despised goblins this much.
I've ordered steel production to full speed. Only greaves remain to be produced. I've got green glass trap components waiting in the piles for my new mechanic to start producing masterwork mechanisms, though she's only "great" at it, so it'll be a while yet. I've waited out the last two goblin ambushes. The next time those greasy, foul-smelling, stunted ambassadors of evil show up, I'm going to murder every single one of them. The first dwarf to kill a goblin is going to get a masterwork steel weapon studded with aluminum by my legendary metalcrafter.
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