11th Slate
It's all become a bit of a blur, honestly. Making beds, carving out new rooms. Making barrels until we're buried in them (my penchant for slaughtering everything might be partly to blame here).
The good news is we have several excellent craftsdwarfs at our disposal. I've got our metal crafter using our silver deposits, and our gem workers encrusting the Armok out of them. Trade should go very well this year.
Using all the skins I have so astutely produced, we begin making leather, and I begin the business of building a serious military.
Devling becomes my lieutenant, in charge of his own archer squad (Rigoth).
20th Slate
I've ordered the digging a deep shaft because a) I want to know what's down there b) I want metal and c) There are too many dwarfs with their thumbs up their Armok-holes.
20th Slate
We've struck a huge cavern system!
Did I say huge? I meant rather small and dull.
Still, silk and jewels, what's not to like?
Besides the cave swallow, obviously.
Oh well, when it doubt, KILL IT WITH A BIG FUCKING HAMMER! Like me dear departed ma always shouted.
I was on my way to do just that when billybobfred helpfully pointed out I would need to build stairs down to the cavern floor first. Party pooper.
Caverns can be very fun, I hear. So fun it can rip a dwarf clean in half. As such, I will be adding to our military. We'll be making a few bronze swords, walling off the stair case, making some cage traps, training a war dog, and positioning a barracks right down there so any beasties can be dealt with and eaten swiftly.
23 Slate
Found notes left scattered by billybobfred explaining the more baffling aspects of the fort. Oh well, the indoor lake was a nifty idea! I've made it into the access to the caverns and look forward to baffling my successor.
I've been bored, so I'm leading our military out to camel territory for a little field trip.
Three days later:
Doop de doo. Still picking up equipment.
28th Slate
A troll has accosted a cheese maker! Oh well, they may be spooky, but remember they're just as scared of us as we are of them.
Fuck. I'm thinking of owls, aren't I?
Okay. The cheese maker just punched the troll down the pit. It fell 9 flights of stairs and is now a boneless, unconscious training dummy.
4th Felsite
We struck gold! And coal! And rubies!
By billybobfred's double braided beard! I love caverns.
7the Felsite
Oh my, Lor, a mason has been possessed. I've heard of these otherworldly beings, and their bizarre fetishes for floodgates and mittens made of perfectly good materials, what will come of this?
He claims a mason works shop. And begins to gather materials. Meanwhile...that buzzard is looking at me funny. He's pretty nimble, so I vomit on him repeatedly.
So we've got buzzards in the fort, buzzards stealing cow liver. Dragoobie and I have suffered bruises, and through this all Lor runs back and forth gathering mica, granite and donkey foal bone,
15th Felsite
An elven caravan arrived. I was wiping the vomit from my hammer when I recalled that elves often bring animal.
Lor has created "Burnspite the Misery of Mechanisms, a mica millstone valued at 6000 shiny things. This is a mica millstone. It is decorated with donkey bone and encircled with bands of mica and granite. On the item is an image of cave wheat in granite.
They brought no useful beasts, so I just traded an emerald for all their alcohol. They drove a hard bargain, and Dragoobie was forced to throw in another emerald.
Summer is here!
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Topic: Colonize the Legendary Planet (generic succession game)(come on and get dorfed!) (Read 10048 times)