It was a cool Late Winter Day. The seasons were slowing changing. The tree were finally budding again.
It was a new Year. One full of life, love, and liberation. There will be change, Webadict thought. For the good, of course.
The year started off fine. We congratulated MarineElite and Sausage for their new marriage. We're expecting plenty of children throughout the fortress, so I had to start baby-proofing the stairways. Also, I figured that those two won't be needing two bedrooms anymore (wink wink), so they've got an extra one for their child.
I also plugged up those holes in the Archery Range. It saved some of the bolts, but it also made them in one bundle pairs (as we Dwarves tend to be a little OCD about that kind of thing), so I stopped it. It just makes training and fighting harder. You can also see a wall in front of our Depot to protect our trader on their way out. Or to get them killed. One or the other.
The farming and food processing was updated a bit, so we can do a couple more things with that now.
And you know how toddlers are with their wandering around and getting into things. So, I made the waterways safer and even started up a couple of waterwheels for power if we ever tend to use it. I'm sure the spikes can be used for those or something. I have a plan in the distant future of a horrible device that can kill the Orcs.
Oddly enough, the Elves came, and lourdecooper seems to have learned a little thing or two about trading, which we hadn't done ever, if the records seem to hold true. That would explain a couple of things.
The Orcs didn't show up, though I had many horrible dreams in which we couldn't stop them or pull the bridge fast enough to save ourselves. SanDeigo was dressed in full iron garb because of these dreams. Like some sort of vision.
The humans have also come to trade. It was a good summer. We managed to trade away for most of the useful things they had. I'm glad we had more than enough trading goods to get everything I thought necessary. I had lourdecooper set up a good trade agreement. They'll bring us leather, cloth, plants, meat, and, the greatest of all, metal. We have so little of it here. And I can't waste a valuable dwarf mining out the precious few we have here.
Anywho, I had drawn up some sketches and whatnot for a doomsday device if we were to ever have to fight the orcs, but I never managed to get around to it.
We're set for food and drink. I've done a great job.
We played a game today. I called it "spin the barrel." I said that whoever the barrel pointed to could be leader. As luck would have it, it turned toward me! Another year! Of me! I can still hear the lot of them calling my name in joy! I don't specifically remember being called "Cheater" before, but nevertheless, I am the leader again!
Take over from there. Do whatever you feel like Jakarra. It's weird. I didn't get any orcs. Maybe I glitched the game, but if you don't get orcs, perhaps we need to restart from Save 2.
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Topic: Stranded! (Succession fort) (Read 7252 times)