---WINTER---Dear Professor,
Our newest forgotten monstrosity seems content to flit about over our subterranean lake. I see no safe way to get at it, so I have left it there. It has so far shown no interest in invading our fortress. Besides, it looks quite inedible.
I was strolling the parapets earlier when I saw none other than our resident 'siege operator' DuckThatQuacks. He was hauling his dismantled catapult to the upper fortifications and reassembling it there. When I inquired what he was doing he stated that soon all would hear of DuckThatQuacks, the legendary seige operator. I agreed to let him keep a small stockpile of 'ammunition' on the roof, after confirming with the architects that the extra weight would not be an issue.
We were harassed midwinter by a few harpies, but as before, the only major casualty was an unfortunate animal.
One of our lower caste was there as well, and made a surprising account of himself before the military arrived.
At some point a buzzard managed to land on one of our cage traps. I am informed that they are untameable, but the dwarves seem to enjoy looking at it.
It was in late winter that the strength of my tenure was finally tested. An ambush of crossbow goblins was spotted near the fortress entrance, determined to shoot our badly injured watchcow. What does the world have against our draft animals?
Professor I confess no small amount of glee as I ordered the nearest peasant to pump The Lever as fast as he could.
Unmitigated success.
All was not well however. DuckThatQuacks informed me that he was 'On Break', and thus our military moved in to mop up the crippled survivors without seige support.
A second group of hammergoblins, laying in wait, ambushed them as they decapitated the spike-incapacitated crossbowgoblins. With our military currently on the spikes, I did not dare pull The Lever, so we engaged them face-to-face. It was a slaughter, except for poor Momuz.
Accounts show he was wearing his adamantine breastplate at the time, so I cannot understand how the goblin was able to somehow attack him only through his cloak. Perhaps the breastplate does not cover the back...?
Regardless, I am needed in the operating theater. I now cede control to my successor, FlyingDwarf.
Bellwaxed Year 5Overall I had a relatively peaceful turn.
Major goals accomplished:
- Brought food/booze stockpiles up to a good level. My successor should have enough booze to last for almost his entire year. Food is good for several years.
- Started a magma industry.
- Secured the fort. All holes to the caverns have been walled off, and the front gate has been fitted with the ever-hilarious repeating spike field. I replaced the killed watchcow with a puppy.
- Trained Duck up to legendary siege operator. We still have no siege engineers, so his catapult is base-quality though. It's now stationed on the roof with ~25 spare ammo
- Cleaned up a lot. All the raw ore and human equipment lying around has been smelted down and stockpiled near the forges, all the rough gems have been cut and stockpiled near the trade depot. Much of the raw stone has been quantum-dumped near the masons/mechanics workshops. There's still some loose stone in the bedrooms though.
No real megaprojects although the spike field took a lot of work since it required the full magma industry to get set up first.
Good luck Flyingdwarf!