(So got us through to the end of Summer, and got a migrant wave so decided to stop to give people a chance to claim dorfs and see the story so far. A lot of our migrants have military skills already (albeit not very good ones, but some)).
General Urist Babkadol looked over the fortress as it took shape under her tutelage. They had dug out significantly, but hadn't found enough soil to do anything meaningful with yet. She wanted a nice farm set up, something to ensure never needing to pick berries outside again, but without making some sort of flooding and draining systems, they were out of luck so far. Digging down and under the soil where their wagon was would be an option, but that can wait for now.
She had had to give Spirallances an "office" to do his work in. The office was a quickly carved chair at the end of an unfinished hallway, but he didn't seem to mind. He didn't have to pick berries, so it placated him. Some of the other dwarves grumbled over special treatment, but the hammer on her belt loop quieted any muttering. She had taken it on herself to set up the various workshops….all but the tanners and butchers inside for safety. The drawbridge was also completely set up, and tested to ensure it was working. The fort could be cut off from the outside world at the pull of a lever, and if they could get a source of water inside, and the farms set up, it might be best to do just that permanently, or at least as often as possible. Something to consider.
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As the General looked over her plans, and surveyed the entrance to the fort, she noticed a group approaching from the west. Five very lost looking dwarves were approaching with a plethora of animals. They asked her for directions to the fort, and she pointed to the entrance. They seemed almost shocked that they had dug into a natural divot into the surface, as if concealing the entrance was a new idea. These dwarves were not the kind she was used to…although since history had been rewritten, she was unsure if any dwarves like the kind she was used to had ever existed. She took careful notes of the new arrivals, and one in particular caught her eye. He said his name was Splint…odd name for a dwarf, but his build was perfect for a swordsdwarf.
An excerpt from those notes:
A Male Craftsdwarf (clothied, leatherworker, stone crafter) who I think would be a good swordsdwarf. His name is Splint.
A Female Wood Crafter. Her talents mark her as a prime candidate for marksdwarf training.
A Male farmer, who should make a fine hammerdwarf one day (has 4 pages of family relations)
A female farmer who will make a fine swordsdwarf one day.
A female beekeeper, who will make a fine speardwarf one day.
A Female Brewer who will make a good markswarf.
(Note: if I say they will make a fine ___dwarf that means they already have skills in those areas.
Hyde you have your pick of the unnamed migrants).
We have also gained:
2 reindeer calves (both male)
A female goat kid
A male poult
A female poult
A peahen
In addition to our hunting dog, Yak Cow, and Female 2-hump camel, we have nine animals.
