@Lav:
My parents wanted me to be this night in shining armor cutting down goblinites with a shiny sword. But I failed recruitment 5 times and was only drafted as a stockpile miner. And then in dwarven fashion I was booted out of the house, with a hammer. So here I am with these 6 crack jobs traveling out to the middle of fucking nowhere to start some honorable fortress.
I think we’ve been traveling in circles, I swear I’ve seen that same obsidian knoll at least 3 times. But everyone else seemed to be excited, the blacksmith couldn’t stop jumping up and down in giddy excitement. “You see that boulder there? Its Obsidian! And wherever there’s obsidian there’s probably magma!” Man this guy is a nut, what the hell good is magma going to do us anyway?
The leader moron, Adil Womanmerchant called us all around the wagon for one of his speeches. “Here we strike the earth! Here at JackBolt!” then he rambled on uselessly about some hungry grizzly bears.
The farmer guys called a meet and told the leader that we needed farmland to survive, blah blah blah, and that we should mine a room in that soil to the west. I almost got my pick out but Adil Womenmerchant said, “Absolutely not! I said we strike the earth here! Not over there!”
I had read an engraving once about farming on muddy rocks, and with the river there it was perfectly feasible. So I got all the miners and started digging out a big room for the farms, then ordered some floodgates be built, two should be enough. Adil went off and started chopping down shit-tons of trees, rambling about bedding needs once the fortress gets big, and farmer couple went off to gather plants.
Its summer now and we’ve got the farms up, a food stockpile, some stills, and some housing in the north. Don’t know what kind of freakish obsession that guy has with wood but he brought 50 fucking towercap logs with him, I don’t know what the hell to do with them all.