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So much food.  So many drinks.  No matter what else may happen, we'll be well-fed, and properly drunk, when the time comes to meet our fate.


Here we see the most pressing concern we're facing - a bottleneck of log shortage.  We've completely deforested the entire map, and still can't produce enough wooden goods.  Especially lacking are beds, and charcoal production.  With this year's caravan from the Mountainhome being a write-off, I genuinely fear for the health and sanity of our beards.  Especially since our population just keeps on growing and growing - we just can't keep up with demand for private rooms.


It's not all doom and gloom, however.  We've plenty of bins, barrels, and produced goods to hold out until the next caravans arrive; provided, that is, none of our beards loses hir shit over lack of accomodations.



So many fuzzies!  It's times like these that I'm glad for DFHack's 'autobutcher' command strings.  Micromanaging our animals was becoming a real chore.

The Persuasive Golds, our main melee squad, has done a spectacular job of keeping us safe from any and all would-be invaders.  Every member is Legendary, whether as a Swordsdwarf, a Wrestler, or a Fighter.  This year alone, we've had 4 Master Thieves, 3 Ambush parties, and 1 small besieging army, all fall to their blades.  And bites.  I swear, these guys and gals are simply ferocious - batting arrows out of the air, dodging all attacks, and shaking Goblins about by their teeth... simply glorious.


The Neutral Bells, our Marksdwarf squad, is mainly responsible for protecting the main entrance to our fortress.  Their M.O. boils down to: pincushion thieves enough to slow them down, then cheer on the Golds while they 'persuade' them not to ever return.  We've trained them up enough that they're firing bolts from better than halfway across the map; sometimes even scoring hits from that distance.


The Bridled Shields is our internal affairs squad, headed up by our Captain of the Guard.  As our newest set of recruits, they spend most of their time training; oftentimes, when trouble comes a-knocking, they're stationed just behind our front doors.  If anything were to slip past the other two squads, these hearty, brave souls are prepared to lay down their lives as the final line of defense.

Some Overseers may tremble and cower when they hear news like this:


...but not around here. 



It's actually a little anti-climactic, the ease with which our Swordmasters separate our enemies from their lives.




Most of the Persuasive Golds have picked up the annoying habit of naming their weapons and shields.  Oh well - if it helps break up the monotony of constant training, more power to 'em, I guess.

The ground floor is still a mess.  Due to a little... mishap with the Human and Dwarf caravans, we've had to move our Depot out a little further, into a larger containment area.  The Captain of the Guard demanded a prison, and so it was done.  The iron walls should dissuade any would-be escapees.  To the southeast lies the bottom of the (nearly ready) pump stack; when all construction is complete, we'll be adding a watermill to start it all up.

And the blood keeps pooling up beside the bathing area in the meantime...



The second floor makes a bit more sense.  When a few other things are finished, we'll be flooring off the southwestern area, and using it as a shower/dining hall/meeting space.  Eventually.  The Sniper's Nest, overlooking the Depot, has proven to be incredibly handy.  It's a little ironic, however, that it's the only part of the main Compound to have a completed roof.

Sadly, a few of those coffins are occupied.  Happily, it's only 2 of them - one, the remains of a useless Miner who came looking for work we don't have; the other, an expendible Fisherdorf.  Both were caught up in an ambush of BowGoblins - which they found while running away from an ambush of Jedi.



The third storey highlights a few of the issues we've been having; namely, the slow rate of construction inherent in building out of clay boulders, and the consequent lack of storage space.  Also, with so few of our beards having stable relationships, bedroom space is at a premium.  If only they'd settle down a little, and share their beds... sigh.  To the southeast we see how our Dorfs have harnessed the power of the wind, to supply the juice to run the showers.



The top floor of our apartment complex is, naturally, where I rest my noble bones.  Glass walls, gem windows, and a silver statue, are all basic necessities to keep a discerning Baron from slaughtering everybody.  On this level, we can also see the aqueduct, still under construction, which will supply soothing mist to our dining hall.  If it works.  O_o