This is my first story, I don't really have any real goal as of now just want to tell the story of a bunch of prospectors who are to trying to gain riches. Of course DF is DF so most likely it will head to a different direction. If anyone want to be humaned, by all mean tell me.
This will be told from the perspective of Lucky the expedition leader. She might've gotten the name from her childhood or something.
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a party of seven human trek through the wasteland seeking fortune in the vast desert of the heavy desert. These prospectors, got wind of the rich ores that lay beneath their new home, and are looking to profit off them.
The journal of Lucky, Expedition Leader first of Granite,271Well we finally arrived at the place, just your typical wasteland scenery, crumbling ruins here and there, pipes jutting out from the sandy landscape and such. It's all we know so it's nothing out of the ordinary for us, we did heard stories from the elders when earth was lush green planet, but That's not important to us, what is important are the rich ores beneath us. We are still not sure what type of ores, but we're hoping for some nanotechne. Since those things sell like hot cake in the wasteland, and if we can get our hands on some we will be rich! We also decided to call our new home dust town. Since we felt like it fit the area quite nice.
As of writing this, two of our guys are digging down to create us a temporary home, which we will then turn into a stone block factory to pump out blocks for construction up in the surface.
Hopefully those drill operators can carve out a temporary home quickly though. Since the wasteland is home to weird fauna who can easily kill us. I will be ending the log here, and once everything settled down I will note our progress.
The journal of Lucky Twentieth of Limestone,271We have finally got enough blocks to start building up in the surface, also 6 migrants showed up in the nick of time to help us haul these blocks. Thanks to them we were able to get these blocks ready for construction earlier than usual. We had a bit of celebration to commemorate our hard work. Then a Pishacha class barged in with it's arm wailing wildly and ready to kill.
Luckily one of the new migrants had a bioframe with him so it was dispose rather quickly
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Our outpost liaison also came exactly when we were about to build up in the surface , sadly we wont be trading with the merchants this year. We really need to get situated if we are to survive.
Journal of Lucky, fifth of Obsidian,271 Things seemed to settle down quite nicely. Of course the fauna did harass us a bit but our bioframes took care of them. We were still able to get our small town hall built, that will also act as a temporary temple, since everyone here is a bit unnerve being unable to worship our founders(OOC: gods).
We also had more migrants while we were constructing our small little fort. Which was nice. We sadly ran out of blocks to build our dormitory room. For now we are going to start hauling in some scrap metal to start crafting beds and also some cups since I've been getting complaints from the new arrivals about the lack of cups to drink from.
Also wanted to dot this down since I think it's fairly important, but our Outpost liaison told us that a neighboring human civilization laid siege to one of our holding
Apparently it happened right when religious priests and an enforcer were being inaugurated. Talk about luck?
Our Supreme Leader Fengo, is currently trying to work a peace treaty with our wavering alliance Ink Bridled. He's a bit peeved by the whole attack, but he find peace preferable to war. Since he is more concern on preserving a good trading relationship. I hope we don't go to war, we got trouble as it is.
They aren't much, but they have been a pest to our merchant caravans. Always ambushing them and mainly destroying the caravan and fleeing into the desert. Sometimes they will wipe out everyone from the caravan to fuel their blood lust. I really hope they don't come here, we're not much of a militia.
I will take a rest for a bit and after that, I will be out hauling scrap metals. Not sure when I will write in my journal , maybe when we start building houses or maybe when I get any downtime to talk about the other members.
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I took a screenshot of my current town using Armok Vision it ain't much for now, but felt like posting it.
I was thinking of doing slanted roof, but decided not to because their isn't any real need to build slanted roof, and it will take too long to build, also the environment is pretty hot and dried so their is no real need for slanted roof(Even though they do look nice in Armok Vision.)