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« on: September 22, 2021, 06:25:27 pm »
Just started a new dwarven fort, "Tightropeherds", in a 1050-year-old world generated with kiiranaux's Highfantasy Mod pack, and decided I wanted to try my hand at documenting its history in story format as it plays out. Expect sporadic posts varying in their length and level of detail, since I'm busy in my personal life right now, but I'll try to stay as committed as I can.
NOTE: This is not a community fort nor do I have any plans to make it one, it's just my own emergent story that I don't feel like flooding the fort discussion thread with. Enjoy!
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Leader's Log 1, Spring 1050, Year 1 of Tightropeherds:
To Her Majesty Ifik:
It is I, the leader of "The Salty Coils" expedition, writing to report that the initial journey to the embark site was a success. Well, all things considered. We lost one of our shoveldon pair (the poor beast collapsed in a sudden blizzard just a day or two out of the Mountain Halls) and we had a great deal of difficulty getting her mate to continue onward without her. At least all seven of us dwarves arrived here in one piece, so it could've been a great deal worse. In any case, it's been unanimously decided that this hill is where we will begin to delve Tightropeherds, for your glory and the glory of all Star-Sapphirite dwarves!
Given your vague directions I'm still not quite sure why you ordered us to colonize this place, but I trust in your wisdom, so we'll try to get it in as good a shape as we're able before the onset of Winter. Our group, aside from myself, consists of two miners, a carpenter, a stoneworker, a jeweler, and a fisherdwarf, who will hopefully provide enough work to sustain us until our first migrant wave. Food and drink supplies should be enough to get us through our first few seasons, if we ration them properly. If worst comes to worst we can butcher some of our livestock.
Being a dwarf who tries to count his blessings, I should note that at least our surroundings don't appear too hostile. If I were one of the tree-huggers I might even call these wooded hills rather pleasant, though a few drakes have been spotted lurking in the surrounding rivers that I've told Omshet (our fisherdwarf) to be wary of. In any case, he's to suspend all fishing until we have a basic meeting hall carved out, so hopefully the drakes will have cleared out by then.
Expect another report from me before the end of Summer, if you don't receive it then know that I and my expedition team have met a horrible fate.
Your Loyal Subject, Dalek "Sequentialstair" Otigostcunorushat
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Glossary of non-vanilla elements:
Shoveldon: A stocky elephantoid native to the deep caverns with four spade-like tusks, utilized by dwarves as a beast of burden.
Drake: = Scaled Drake, an alligator-like draconic creature capable of breathing magical fire and possessing the strength to maul most humanoids.