Our current Fortress has had an interesting Start, and as We have copies of the End of Year Reports We thought We'd share them here.
From Whispersorb, fair fortune and greetings.
Over the past year (141) we have breached an aquifer, reached bedrock, attracted ten migrants with five children and one baby, seen the birth of another baby, dug out two hundred and twenty bedroom spaces, are currently furnishing our dining hall, have the beginnings of a hospital room, and have planned a temple, library, and tavern.
Our textile industry is starting up, our stone industry is well underway, we have built a smelter, glass furnace, wood-burning furnace, and a forge, but have not properly started the associated industries, half to two-thirds of a leather industry, the infrastructure for a gem industry, a kitchen, a still, mechanic's workshop, and a craftdwarf's workshop. We have the infrastructure for a lumber industry, but this industry is currently limited to need-only.
The weather is very bad, but not dangerous, in keeping with observations made at Twistroughness. Her Most Dread Majesty, the Titanna, ordered the construction of a wash-trough and waterfalls in the entrance to rinse the blood off and, as She puts it, 'keep it outside'.
We lost one mule foal and a rabbit to a rampage by a werezebra, but no dwarves. HMD was rather upset by the rampage, and was heard wishing to flood the temples of the deity responsible with magma!*
A fair number of the migrants were familiar with HMD, having previously lived under Her oversight, and said that She is unlikely to have meant anything by this. They also pointed out that this is the fourth werezebra rampage She has experienced in ten years over three fortresses.
Two artifacts have been made, the willow bin Roastyawn and the dacite coffin Monkembraces the Lamentation of Smearing.
We believe we have reached food self-sufficiency, but the lands around are low on trees. We have dug a chamber for growing underground trees, as the second layer has already breached, but as it is still the first year of Whispersorb it will take a few years for it to become productive.
Copper and galena are both abundant close to the surface, and the reports from Twistroughness suggest that there will be a marble layer before the first cavern layer and hematite beneath it.
Sent from the desk of the Expedition Leader.
*Our Expedition Leader has failed to mention that the Werezebra was briefly within the Fortress. after the Lever for the Main Gate was pulled shut. We were naturally very Upset by this Turn of Events.From Whisperorb, fair fortune and greetings.
Over the past year (142) we have dug and mechanized a pitfall trap; finished our hospital, temple, and tavern; nearly finished furnishing our dining hall; built a fully enclosed route for caravans; finished sixty-six bedrooms with a reserve of twenty-two; and started work on chamber for the Mayor which we hope will be completed before I get voted out of office.
We have attracted thirty-six migrants with twelve children, had one death, and eleven births.
We have built a mill, dyer's workshop, a screw press, the infrastructure for a soap industry, and a beekeeping industry. Our metal industry is still hampered by fuel restrictions, as is our glassmaking. I have been told that our lack of a running metal industry is why we have no locally made spears, but I suspect the real answer is a smuggling ring. Some export bans should clear it up.*
The weather remains horrifying as always. 'The Bloody Hills' is understating the case.
We have lost three animals to a werezebra rampage, which was otherwise uneventful. Following this, Her Most Dread Majesty declared that valuable animals would no longer be set to gatewatch. We have also attracted caravans from the Kiss-Union of Confusion and the Invisible Fin.**
Two artifacts have been made, the lead warhammer Smearedyawn the Wooden Severity and the frilly rope reed skirt Metalhall.
Our tree farm looks promising, with a fair number of saplings.
We have not yet opened the caverns, but HMD says that the first layer is not far beneath the pit for the pitfall.
Sent from the desk of the Mayor.
*As the only Reason this Fortress has any Spears at all is that We bought some, Our Mayor's Confidence is charmingly misplaced.
**A Human and an Elven Civ, respectively.