Image 1: Kib's undeath. (I didn't get screenshot of the full death screen so it's a recreation. So many resurrects) Image 2: Dark warrior's end The dark warrior’s minions clashed with the goblins. Maybe they were too decomposed, or maybe he was too busy fighting to raise them, but the dead weren’t strong enough. So the speardwarf took the enemies on himself, skillfully blocking attacks with his iron shield, and stabbing goblins with a steel spear.
Poor
Kib ‘Greedy (for a dwarf)’. Not only was he sneak-attacked by elves, he now was repeatedly reanimated by the necromancer in a Sisyphean fight against a goblin.
The dark warrior juggled a giant pile of goblins seemingly easily, and killed almost 20, grievously wounding many more. But then one of his rotten zombies turned on the giver of its undeath, and punched him in the lower body. The impact collapsed his torso and he died instantly.
The remaining goblins headed for the trap entrance. When the traps and ballistas were done with them, most were wounded and military finished them off.
Some dumb shit happened meanwhile. I accidentally shot off
‘Doom’ the human ballista operator’s arm and leg with another ballista that I installed behind the others. He survived, though. Lesno Spishabluth the goblin tantrumed near the drink stockpile and was lethally injured in the fight.
Ùshrir ‘Pig’ died somehow, maybe in the same fistfight.
Image 3: The world of Heavensgate Image 4: Traders and liaisons I built a roof on top of our outdoor crops, as goblins were seen climbing in. I added more looms and farmer’s shops to process rope reeds faster, and set up clothing work orders. Also dug out and melted a lot of gold and finally furnished the queen’s quarters.
The Geared Gales were sent to explore the wider world in search of trade partners. Traveling past the Confining Hills to the Humorous Jungles, they demanded tribute from the forest retreat of Sisterscobras. Later, they ventured to the nearby mountains, to collect tribute at Cloisteredrocks, a dwarven fortress. We’re now in contact with the civilizations of the
Fair Sun and the
Artificial Pillars.
At autumn, the caravan from our own other sites (??) came. I traded in rock, steel and bone crafts, and gems. I bought all their leather and cloth, the seafood, and half of their cheese. That's pretty much all they had to offer us.
With the caravan came
the outpost liaison, and bestowed us the rightful title of ‘Capital’. However, he didn’t move in with us. Maybe because we don’t have a landholding noble? No idea.