((sorry for my tartiness in getting around to this, my fiance wanted to hang out and I want to stay on her good side.))
20th Felsite, Late Spring, Journal Entry of Sareesa
Damn priest, callin' us all in to watch him sacrifice the horse as though that changes the situation any, we are still inadequately prepared for any attack. He says Armok demands a sacrifice, I vote the next one be him. At least the farms are set up so we won't starve. I need a drink, hope that sod Signild didn't drink the last of the ale.
Memoirs of ViscothThings were going well by as spring was ending in that first season, so well that I decided to sacrifice our horse to Armok, of course, we would keep the organs and such, but the blood is the blood god's and he must be appeased. The farms were producing more than enough Plump Helmets to feed our motley band of 7 and some basic workshops had been set up as well as a Trade Depot, some basic stone walls with a bridge, and some indoor stock-piles.
I remember that first spring very well, much was accomplished through the grace of Armok's beard, yet much much more was to be done. After finishing the Sacrifice, I showed the group my plan for our first order of business.
We were to create our more advanced living complexes, set out to be organized as the holy word of Armok prescribed. Hunters, Farmers, and others who commonly venture outdoors were to live closest to the surface, a place befitting of those who betray the Stone.
On the second level would be the craftsdwarves and other specialists who build with their own hands the tools necessary to thrive, trade, profit, and prosper.
The Third floor would be made up of two large chambers, one being a large 20-by-20 Storehouse that would hold our goods for quite some time to come and on the other side, a 10-by-10 alter to Armok complete with statues of his champions and an altar where blood was to be given him.
The Fourth floor was to be home to the Merchants, Minor Nobles, and the Militia, who ensure that Armok's children are never in want for safety and coin.
The Fifth and final floor was to be home to those who were living champions of Armok. Champions of great battles, those legendary in their crafts, and the nobles who had been blessed with the wisdom of Armok himself. As I showed the plans, I awaited input from others.
Elizar was not present for the execution, of course it might of been his horse as the horse seemed to follow him everywhere. I could see not wanting to be present for that.
((great chance to make a journal entry of what you think so far, and offer any advice/requests for what you would like to see the fortress become. I will add in your militia character with the first Migrant wave Brandedahall.))
edit: I noticed a mistake >.>