T U M M Y W A V EThe 27th of Felsite started off the usual way: the Dwarves worked to build a honeybee enclosure. Wax crafts aren't the most valuable, nor is honeybee mead the most sought after beverage, but variety is the spice of life, afterall.
Checking in on the Dwarves, here's Tulon Kadolginet. A butcher by the name of "Hatchetcrew." Eerie. Her presence seems to bit negative, but maybe she's just getting used to life up north.
Lorbam Thestarushat. Woodcrafter. He's helping the harvest efforts in this little fruit orchard area. There are plans for this spot, but for now, it's an appreciated source of food.
No migrants this season. Oh well; the Dwarves will manage.
Yuck! more abominable ash. It stays in the mountains, or at least it has so far, so as long as the Dwarves leave that area alone, there shouldn't be any problems.
To prepare for other potential problems, the Dwarves began building a barracks.
Not much of a military, with only a population of 16 Dwarves available for conscription. Athel Shakethtobul had nothing better to do, it seems, so he's been appointed the head of Tummywave's armed forces. A bit aloof, Athel is known to click his tongue when deep in thought. A curious trait, but far from the worst habit to have.
Why not check in with one of the miners as well? Mosus Ducimgim. A stubborn alcoholic who is quick to rush into things, yet tenses when nervous. Yeah... just stick to the mines, buddy.
Vabok, the expedition leader, seems to be getting along nicely with everyone.
The Dwarves need more room and resources! Expand the mines!
Mmmmmmm gems.
Melbil, baron consort of Tombsday has come again!
Again, no migrants. More will come, in time. For now, the Dwarves will have to make do on their own.
contact made with anyone nearby. Some day, the Elves will have to come visit.
(here's a Steam Graphics picture of the surface)
(and a Steam Graphics main fort floor)
Hmmmm, interesting. Part of the Sensitive Rot freezes in the winter. The Dwarves will have to make a note of that; the mountainous areas could possibly be used to farm blocks of ice, or something.
Oh, great, several Kea have flown into the fortress. The Dawrves couldn't replace the cage traps fast enough and now it's a whole mess. If enough kea can be captured, though, it might be fun to tame and train a few.
Is this kea... hauling a jug? What dwarf is responsible for pawning off its responsibilities to the parrot?
The Dwarves managed to work through the feathery distractions and are about done constructing a rudimentary hospital.
On the farming layer, the Dwarves are expanding to include more animal-related workshops.
You can't have a hospital without a chief medical dwarf, so here is Mistem Eshtanshigos. He always gives every task his all, and never shirks his duty. He may not have any medical experience, but that can-do attitude will take him places.
More migrants! Tummywave grows.
Tummywave's nobilty. The manager, Tulon Kadolginet, has been fishing throughout the winter, shoring up the stocks.
Tulon honestly isn't a great manager, at least not socially. She doesn't get along well with others, nor does she seem to care how she treats others. Girl can fish, though.
That recent migrant wave was a great opportunity to fill out the military.
Aha! The first Fell Mood of Tummywave! Unib Tusungiden, Gem Setter, works tirelessly...
...tirelessly to craft a sapphire crown! All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. A sapphire crown, decorated with sapphires. Beautiful.
It seems many Dwarves have kept death in their prayers. It seems, above all else, the Dwarves of Tummywave worship death...
The dwarves work to expand the living situation on this main floor.
And time moves forward. The dwarves are happy enough with this simple existence; they gather apples and peaches and sing songs in the tavern while drinking honey mead and eating lavish meals of onion and fish and roasted duck egg.
More migrants, which means more soldiers. Tummywave's population is nearly 50 now. The dwarves must be careful not to grow too fast.
The migrant waves have also brought fresh talent, which has allowed the nobility of Tummywave to expand.
This is the new chief medical dwarf, Unib Tusungiden. She's a bit more personal than Misten, though Misten's been kept on as one of the workers assigned to the hospital, due to his great focus. Unib will focus more on the technical stuff, like "medical operations."
What? When did some coati get captured? The simple cage traps have really pulled their weight for Tummywave. Good work, dwarves.
Meanwhile, Kea training goes well.
Kulet Ustuthedan, militia captain, is one of the many patrons to the tavern. With as many dwarves as Tummywave has, the tavern has become a lively scene, with some fun music to be enjoyed.
Oh? Another dwarf has entered a strange mood. This time, the peasant Vucar Ninurlimul
It's early autumn, which means it's time for Melbil, baron consort of Tombsday, to venture north once again and meet with the dwarves of Tummywave.
The peasant has finished their mysterious construction: a frilly blue peafowl leather skirt. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality.
Tummywave eases back into a quiet existence. The dwarves all seem to enjoy life here, with only a handful being less than content.
On the surface, several dwarves work to uproot the fruit orchard.
A fresh migrant wave. The expedition leader should consider ordering a road to be built, giving all visitors a safer passage into Tummywave. With the abominable ash clouds that sporadically waft through the mountains, new arrivals should avoid the east and south.
Oh no... No sooner had the new migrants settled inside the fort that the first true challenge has arrived. Afunieduma Wothana Eleri. A bull-headed minotaur with brown hair, skin like burnt umber, and cruel, black eyes.
Aaaaaaaand it took a single day for the minotaur to be defeated. The dwarves praise their foresight in laying such well-crafted traps at the entrance to Tummywave.
Woah! The dwarves of Tummywave held an election, and decided to not go forward with Vabok's leadership. Instead, they chose Urist Oddommebzuth as their new mayor. She seems an odd choice, due to her cruel, harsh, uncaring tendencies, along with her poor focus, poor empathy, and poor intuition, but who knows, maybe she will rise to the occaision.
Mayor Urist's first order is to expand the fortress. The dwarves dig deeper...
As the dwarves begin their expansion of Tummywave, the temple honoring The Fellowship of Ghosts is formerly established. Ominous, chilling, even, yet the residents of Tummywave are honest in their reverance. Death, above all, is the religion of Tummywave...
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I feel like the fort is finally off the ground, lol. It seems the dwarves keep gravitating towards themes of death and unkind leadership. I wonder how that will impact the world...
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