Day 42...
With the end of the sixth week of Spring the farms complete their cycle, Young shoots grow mature, and a farmfeilds have weathered the storms, boot, and more than one battle over their plot. Ripe vines, roots, and pigs tails sprout full out of the mud and muck below. Growing even in lands under the shadow and fog of these swamps. (-168 planted muckroots 20 planted whipvine -4 planted pigtails +4 Pigtails, +20 Whip Vine, +168 Muckroots)
Garul, during the morning, Gathers all the remaining iron ore from the stockpiles, and smelts it all into bars. (+9iron bars -9 iron ore), and after sleep, he patrolls outside, beyond the gates. He encounters a distant flame approaching nearer, possibly a torch it seems at first, but the winds pick up and a skeletal horse is revealed as it dashes through the night at Garul, Garul runs back towards the fortress in a fright Peircing weapons are not the best against the undead, but luckily it passes him by completely when it run out over the swamp, running over the waters surface and leaving some rising mist in its wake. it gallops at full speed. But Garuls shift is not yet even close to done and he looks for trouble even further out. He discovers a location of interest. From his vantage point on the slope of the volcano, he sees a strange cluster of trees in the distance, It is a small cluster, no wider across than a hundred yards maximum. But the area therein is filled with lush bright green treelife. A shure sign of elves perhaps? He heads back before dawn breaks, and sneaking about becomes hopeless.
Cog, after helping with the trading, tends to Urist and Ochitas wounds. Ochita feels a little better, but is it is apparent he has suffered a lingering injury that will take months to heal correctly. He tries to get up, but Cog tells him to start moving around if able if he wants to make a full recovery. With Cogs help Ochita gets up and walks about for a bit before Ochita throws out his back and has to be dragged back to bed. The black kitten crosses the threshold and peers into the bedroom for a moment before running off. Urist on the other hand lingers on gravely wounded. With much to think about, Cog spends the rest of the night at THE TABLE, it soothes him some, before heading to sleep.
Cheddarius constructs a depot of sorts, he has seen them built before and decides to forgo all the planning and design portions and merely puts out a set of stone of about hte same elevation, they make do, and the trading visitor does not seem to mind. He can brag about making a depot in a single shift now, as long as nobody ever asks to see the results. While some of the other busy themselves digging through the trade goods, Cheddarius plants some seeds for the future of the fortress, 10 units worth of future pig tails to be exact. The dwarven refugee comes by and aids him for a bit, doubling his plantation for the day. He smiles warily "Good enough day for planting huh? Say... about that wandering woman. I dont want to seem ungratefull but she worrys me feircly, she has some strange things in that wagon of hers, and even the animals give her a wide berth. You didnt seem to recognize her, but she knew where to go I'd wager. I think her blackbird works as a spy! i tell you. Shes a witch for certain. My wife agrees. (+ 20 planted pigtails)
Nirrur remains idle, growing increasingly paranoid and looking out over everyone from atop his impressive tower. Crossbow in hand. (not too late for actions) He spots a freak wild turkey outside the gates!
Hrodegr makes leather leggings from some spare leathers. (+2 leather leggings 120$ -2 leather) Then he makes some more!
Adwarf works on his project outside. 75% finishing the shallow trench around the outer wall. Revist helps him. Completing the shallow trench.
last chance to trade. Day almost done Night Approaches...wild
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Topic: Fortress Mode: the RPG (is it dead or what lol?) (Read 34529 times)