Back in the horrid hell halls of Blockedlance, where the screams of the dead and dying drive the living mad, many dwarves were already speaking of heading out beyond the safety of the walls in order to dig a hermit cave for themselves and live off the land. Many dwarves were already expressing anti-social tendencies while they squirreled away deep in the bowels of the fortress.
Their temporary pursuits of hermitage brought wonderous creations to our dark fortress.
Wonders like this Bituminous Coal Weapon Rack brought to us by Nix. Yes. What a wonderful creation. I totally would rather have this than another artifact weapon or piece of armor. Yep.
In other news, since our old Dungeon Master Petbeard has died of old age and joined Kurk Quorcane in the afterlife, a brave bearded soul has marched in from the hinterlands with a patent of nobility and an application for the job. Unfortunately for the would-be Dungeon Master, he worships the wrong God. This is not tolerated in Armok's holy city, and while the Empress expresses kindness and civility openly, behind the scenes she plots his untimely demise.
Why should we allow this taint in our lands? The Khamerites are bad enough being half pagan, we simply cannot let a full pagan into a position of power. It just wont do for the capital of dwarfkind.
After all, Blockedlance is so rich and so opulent that even the rotten bread sitting under clouds of miasma is worth a lifetime's earning for an average dwarf.
Summer of this year brings us a caravan from the human lands...
...and it also brings another siege from the goblins.
They are immediately pummeled under a hail of bolts from atop our mighty walls!
They can do no harm to us or the caravan at all.
The humans, having seen Blockedlance grow from a small hole in a hillside to the capital of all dwarfkind, with a temple to the Blood God, a pyramid to a mad Empress, and the thickest and sturdiest walls which were now completely surrounded by a moat of lava are indeed quite struck by the terror of the place as they pass by the carcasses of the goblins that had so recently been pursuing them.
It is this year that Urists eldest son and eldest daughter come of age. The two brats, ever quarreling about who deserves the Imperial Crown, immediately begin sparring in the barracks, continuously trying to one up the other and prove their superior strength and bloodlust.