Age of myth is the best period to play in. You get to fight and capture all kinds of cool stuff.
Population changes made, though for now I think I'll focus on building again. Got a few bee hives I've done nothing with, so I'm gonna see if I can get something produced there. Once upon a time a weirdly popular meal in one fort were biscuits made of royal jelly and olive pomace with mead, so that would probably be a neat thing. For whatever reason people really like mead in DF from my experience, with it always flying out of the casks fast as it could be made, as it were.
Assuming the fucking necromancers will leave us alone for more than a couple seasons that is.
EDIT: Necromancer band fucked off. Got a werecat later the mastiffs largely brought down by themselves (with one earning a name to boot) and even later, another Greater Giant arrived. It calls itself Subile Climatecontests the Greater and this one packing a lunite warhammer known as Trustplays, that it's used to kill seventy-one people, most of them elves and satyrs with the odd human mixed in and unlike most artifacts in this neck of the world, it's a true artifact presumably given to some noble or another as a gift or stolen from its original owner.
It also bears a mithril spear called Notchdrenched, The Crystalline Raptor. Surprisingly this one used to be owned by a satyr, suggesting perhaps he was a member of a human civilization that mined mithril. He only ever got one killed before being killed by the visitor with Trustplays.
The brute fell to the militia's superior numbers, a particularly hard blow to the face knocking it out, and the arms are going on display in the temple, while the hammer will forge a new legacy in the hands of Acik, who dealt the deathblow to the Subile with a hammer of his own. He's earned a personal home (though when he's away on missions I'll need to make sure nobody tries to move in,) so he can keep his vulcanshard (basically crystalized fire) warhammer on display. Scratch that. In honor of the personal glory earned in striking down such a vicious foe who slew so many, he has bestowed the name Enasmukca Mubelihost on said hammer, translating to "Slimknots, The Mindful Rightousness."