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There were noticeable differences in just few years when I unretired a fort between two adventurers.

I'm amazed anyone still uses photopucket. I've always had the most horrible time trying to view images posted there and especially trying to download them.

Galena, 255

Goodest Mountainhome

Last spring that spooky scarlet-haired diplomat, Iÿe Abecomasami, arrived with the elven caravan again. Still deeply distressed by our timber industry, she requested we limit our woodcutting to 115 trees for the coming year.
   The amount fit well within our needs, though I was initially disinclined to agree as a matter of principle. But it was not a busy day, and as alcohol-fueled negotiations progressed, I gained some small insight on elven thinking. I still do not understand why their love for trees is so great; I just know it is so. I decided to respect that. The relations between our peoples have always been precarious. Too many leading minds on both sides think war is a good option.
   Iÿe and myself do not have much in common, but we both value peace. We made a pact to work towards ensuring that between our nations.

She stayed some time after the caravan had left and had to be smuggled out past Minthocolate's watchful eyes. By this point most of Angersquats is in on the plot, including several of the visitors. We still don't know if there is real need to worry. We still don't want to find out.

The year has largely gone peacefully. Some long-standing visitors requested citizenship and were granted it. During summer a bunch of giant keas followed the human caravan, an event that is always celebrated by our archers. Around the same time miners had some trouble with cave crodociles and giant bats. Only minor injuries were suffered. Medical staff lacks opportunities for serious training.

Mintchocolate has been training her gang bullying the giant rhinoceri that sometimes wander the outskirts of Angerqsuats. Few of the beasts avoided death by punching long enough to be caught in cage traps. Reine is busy trying to tame a breeding pair. She is dissatisfied with the capabilities of war dogs.

Autumn is nearly upon us. Life in Angersquats is busy but comfortable.

Multitaskingly yours,
Rime Raglures, Bookkeeper & Manager & Broker & Planter & Stonecrafter & Chief Medical Dwarf & Duchess of Angersquats

Felsite, 254

Goodest mountainhome

The last few months have been eventful.

The autumn of 253 caravan from mountainhome made their visit, as did the liaison. With Rib handling the diplomatics I did not feel the need to loom over the meeting. So I was not aware that the liaison wanted to elect our little outpost into a barony. Surprised Rib offered my name for consideration, thus continuing the tradition of Angersquats's leadership of piling work on poor Rime's shoulders.

I guess I am Angersquats leadership now. Baroness Rime Raglures at your service. I wanted to chew Rib's buttocks, until Bomber pointed out that the title comes with extensive personal quarters and hardly any actual work. That calmed me down. A bit. And allowed me to focus on what Rib was trying to say. The liaison had brought news of the fortress Lancetax falling to enemy, a human nation The Trim Union. That was worrisome. Though our human contacts are from a different nation and our relations good.

I told Rib to bring it up with Minty and went to meet the merchants. I was happy to see good selection of literature in the wares. Among them such treasures as Ontha Growshark's Questions About Locks and Rislu Fuchsiabrave's The Human Might Help.

After the trading it was time to excavate my personal quarters. I chose to have them near the library. Turns out a baroness is entitled not only to a fancy bedroom, but also a personal dining room and a grandiose office. I had no complaints. My rooms were furnished with the best masterworks our craftsdwarves had made.
   With the exception of the bed. I had my grubby old bed brought from my previous room. Made from bitter orange wood, it is one of Dishman's earliest works and quite crude. But I am fond of it. It reminds me of the days when it was just the seven of us and I was slightly less overworked. This bed has cradled me through all these years and it is still good enough for me.

The spring of 254 saw Bomrek the giant spider pass away. Its kind has very short lifespan. Though few of us will miss the sight of those huge hairy legs appearing from the stairwell, I know Mintchocolate loved the monster. At her request we had Bomrek transferred to her personal tomb. When it is time for Minty to go, Bomrek will be waiting and together they will spook everyone in the afterlife.

The elven caravan visited that same month, as did the elven diplomat, an eerie woman with scarlet hair reaching almost to the floor. She expressed unhappiness at our tree-cutting ways. I expressed unhappiness at her trying to tell us what to do. We concluded the meeting unhappy with each other. Then I went to see the elven merchants. They were very happy. They had brought two giant animals this time; a kangaroo and a cougar. I bought them both. I knew someone in the military would want them for pets.

Unpleasant elements seem to tail caravans. An ettin was seen approaching our walls. Alarm was sounded, but 'Booker' Archwork, a herbalist, did not make it in time and fell victim to the two-headed monster. Everyone else made it to safety, and when ettin was breaking the gates, Mintchocolate's troops were in formation. They ganged up on it and took it down with minimal casualties. Bomber's giant wolf, Sibrek, was of immense help in the fight.

'Booker' Archwork was buried in the catacombs, a first dwarf to die in Angersquats. She will be dearly missed, most of all by her husband, 'Paddle' Tooldyes. Berry made a memorial statue, for once not focusing on violent death, instead having chosen a gentler angle.




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Sadness and loss mark the beginning of this year, yet I feel hopeful. The children are growing, we have enough alcohol (126 barrels, for those of you back home keeping count) and have so far averted major catastrophies. Though the rumors of war worry me, and I wish I had more able-minded dwarves to share responsibilities with. Even mayor Rib defers to my judgement in most matters.

Yours thoughtfully,
Rime Raglures, Bookkeeper & Manager & Broker & Planter & Stonecrafter & Chief Medical Dwarf & Baroness of Angersquats

Galena, 253

Goodest Mountainhome

The merchants from Quithe Lelu made their annual visit. As usual, it was necessary to distract the fiercely elf-hating and impulsive captain Mintchocolate. I mean - we can not be completely sure her meeting the elves would start a bickering that would escalate into a bloodbath resulting to a years-long war between our civilizations... Probably that would not happen. But why take the risk?

The elves, inspired by my purchase of that giant spider last year (Bomrek is doing fine and still scaring everybody, in case anyone wanted to know) brought a gigantic wolf this time. They must have thought we have a thing for oversized critters.

I was about to tell them thanks but no thanks, but then I noticed Bomber's pleading expression. He was in love. So I purchased the beast and assigned her to Bomber for training. What do giant wolves even eat? I guess we can start with cats.

Our tavern, The Oily Ales, had been attracting increasing number of visitors since its founding. This spring we readied some rooms for visitors to sleep in. Several of them wanted to join our fortress. One of them, a human mercenary called 'Lir' Snugglepads has some trouble traversing our hallways due to her height. You can usually tell when Lir is approaching from the sound of her helmet hitting the ceiling.

Human caravan visited during the summer, as usual. In their wake came a bunch of giant kea birds, providing useful practice for our archers. Some of our own suffered injuries and so the hospital staff finally got to show their talent. Most injuries were minor, except for Reine Mobbedrag who had her liver pierced, forcing her to drink only water until it healed. A gruesome torment. She attacked the booze storage the moment doctor Stabber allowed it.

Speaking the alcohol situation, a subject I know to be of utmost interest to everyone at home, I am glad to report we are currently stable with 20 different kinds of drinks totalling to 85 barrels and three stills constantly running to produce more.

The most important news for the last: The library is finished! I am so proud. Berry contributed some masterly tables and chairs for it, and I personally carved the bookshelves out of shining marble. We named the library Veshronstiz Eshomisden Misttar; Dustvaults the Silent Watchfulness of Knowledge. Our book collection could use more variety, so please send some interesting books with the autumn caravan.

Yours happily,
Rime Raglures, Bookkeeper & Manager & Broker & Planter & Stonecrafter & Chief Medical Dwarf

@solarfall.  I chose another location.  It was mentioned that the save with a chose embark did not have goblin neighbor.

That was the case initially right after world generation. The OP then rolled the time forward a year by playing the fortress mode a bit and during that time the goblin civilization spread enough that it is now neighbor of the Splinter embark.

Felsite, 252

Spring is here! The elven nation Quithe Lelu had gotten the word of our little outpost and sent a trading caravan. The instant the caravan was spotted in the horizon Rousey, Krusty and Bomber launched Operation Distraction, taking Mintchocolate down to forge level to investigate weaponry.

Our leader has been very vocal of her hatred for elves. None of us wanted to see what would happen if she met them.

With Mintchocolate safely distracted I had trade goods brought up and chatted with the merchants. Berry had made few more statues depicting gruesome deaths, and the elves were fascinated by these. Gummy's giant iron blades also interested them.

Sadly they had not packed much goods that would interest us. I purchased all of their fruit and musical instruments, and, suffering from momentary insanity, a caged giant brown recluse spider.

I paid them plentifully to ensure their willingness to return next year.

After the happy merchants left, I looked over my purchases and regretted the spider. The elves had assured me it was tame, but I didn't care. The thing was horrifying. I decided it would go straight into stew and called Rocksteady over to butcher it.

Of course that is when Mintchocolate returned from underground. She glanced at the spider, asked if it was tame, then without waiting for an answer let it out of the cage and led it outside. She's been trying to train it for war ever since.

At least with the leader occupied I could reserve workforce for my own projects. We finished up the tavern - it was named The Oily Ales - and started work on aqueduct. The latter will require some fine mechanical work lest we flood the whole place. Rocksteady happens to be adept mechanic among with his other talents, and he's been helping me plot it out.

The early spring also saw the first babies born in Angersquats. Though they put a strain to our economy while not providing labour, I have to admit it is nice to have the little ones around. I took it upon myself to craft them some toys.

Around the same time we also got a new bunch of immigrants. Among them a decent armorer by the name of 'Ham' Talkedmined and a jeweler 'Aulis' Gemwill, to whom I will leave the gem cutting business from now on.

I had something else on my mind but I can't remember... I feel strange all of a sudden. I think I need

I need a workshop, blocks, bricks

Yours secretively
blocks, bricks, stones, rocks

Obsidian, 251

Goodest Mountainhome

It is winter but you wouldn't know that by looking outside. At the Hills of Broiling the weather is warm all year round. I am glad my work keeps me underground where it is cool.

The last few months have seen plenty of changes in Angersquats. We now have bedrooms for everyone, as well as a decent dining room. I have more rooms and projects planned, but Mintchocolate keeps borrowing my workforce for something, so my plans are on hold.

Everyone has their hands are full. Dishman is getting very good at carpentry. We now have some masterwork beds. Likewise, Berry is getting amazing at masonry. She's been working on doors, chairs and tables. I plan on keeping the best ones for ourselves and selling the rest.
Rousey's been apprenticing with Berry between combat drills. Berry has her cranking out stone bricks to get the feel of the tools. Mintchocolate hoards the bricks as soon as they get ready.
The metal production has finally started, too. Anticipating future demand I had four smelters and three forges built, though Gummy Craftseas. He's been toiling day and night making metal tools and arms. I told him to follow Berry's example and draft some apprentices before he overworks himself to death.

We have enough prepared meals that we can sell some when the next caravan arrives. Alcohol situation could be better, though. I will have another still built when we have more hands to work it.

Me, I've been crafting stone goblets and cutting gems whenever I've had time from my other duties. That leaves me with almost no free time, but I have no complaints, as working on the small crafts has been immensely relaxing.

I hope everyone is well back in the Mountainhome.

Yours overworkedly,
Rime Raglures, Bookkeeper & Manager & Broker & Planter & Stonecrafter & Jeweller