After many years in exile for my crimes I have finally found a fortress that hasn't heard of me, this is great I can finally get back on my feet.
It sure is a well defended fortress, very orderly, I'm not sure I like that.
It also seems to have the nasty habit of attracting elves, I am not sure I like that, I order the dwarves not to trade with dem pointy eared freaks and decide to worry about more pressing issues, the last ruler said something about adding another tower. I am not sure security is a real issue here but I won't let the death of another fortress be on head so I make plans to build it into the rocks along the north of the fort when....
What?!?!?
What kinnda dwarf makes a barrel out of copper, its darn wasteful and doesn't taste nearly as good.
I order the barrel maker to makes some barrels to fill with a brimful of love.
Unfortunately we are low on wood.
As I scour the grounds I notice we are on mostly rocky grounds and we may need to trade if we wish to survive.
Things look pretty grim, we have less ale then heads in our fortress. I know if we reach zero all hope will be lost and the fortress will turn as loony as a bunch of elves, no not again, never again.
Fortunately like a miracle we where able to redirect out worry into producing crafts of the stone variety, and peddled them yo some humans for enough lumber to fill the great hall.
This and the news that the construction of the north tower was going well provided the morral we needed to survive.
With so much going on above ground I was flabber-gasted to hear the fortress now has a new artifact to call her own
Ain't it wonderful