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Hexassault, yeah.
Satin beach. Jackalwave. Birdpoison.

Tight shop, a town. MineShore. HustleTicks, ok. HailRake, ok. OldGloves, neat!
Cult-lie, Oak-urn, Crushlunch...  Lyrical-aunts. BasinScourge.
FellTombs->skintombs-> need to change, Fell is a difficult word. -> tip-over tombs.
ChainedHails -> chain-greet them -> ok.
SculptedLies -> shape the lie -> ok.
MutedDooms -> MuteSentence, ok.
DoomedSucked -> judgement-suck it -> change: JudgementSuction.
AutumnalStones -> autumn rock -> ok.

DrinkTone the ezrakim elf.
Mushroom Lustfuldrink the werewolf.
Music Calldrinks the elf.
Werewolves seem to have sky and marsh and tundra etc. as first names.

RuthlessFamines = HäikäilemätönNälänhätä, awful long.
LegendOrgan, male tiger.

The insane caravan is dead and rotting; need more furniture storage for those sand bags.

(Crash, the wrath of gods hits the fort.)
A different tree-harvesting operation.
61 fps, 4x3 embark, 60 citizens, 13+57 animals, ? cavern layers (at least 1 opened). 635k wealth. 2400 stones.
late summer, wesman traders.
Those humans think they're so funny, claiming to be from the Mountainhomes.
Time to thin out the pelican chicks and kittens.
ezrakim caravan.
buy all thread, plants, alcohols and dogs, metals, wood.

Year 3 autumn.
Dig in the caves. Foudn sphalerite, neat.
Dume the Elite gets a mood: an aspen earring... the gutter-crawling fool! 14400 coins, says the broker-mayor.
first squad gets to killa giant toad. Trogs pop up. Kill them. More trogs come running.
Oh, that's GOLD, not gypsum on -10.
The happy gloomer had a baby.
A trog and war boar fight. Good thing the best miner has a protection animal.
big gold-to-home hauling operation!

home caravans and osmans. expect trouble, place squads on guard duty.
Two thieves get busted by cages. And a snatcher.

A goblin ambush from the north. Revealed by cagetrap noise.
Another goblin ambush from the south, on narrow bridge. ARCHERS. Copper and bronze jagged arrows.
Lost a dog. Snakeman ambush! from the southeast.
Raku shroomaxe died. And Solon. Dume the elite (very flimsy obsidian) gonna bleed out.
Fourth ambush.

Think the caravan guards handled the rest. A huge trail of camel vomit.
Looks like five injured citizens.
A war sand lion broke a leg. It watches as the battlefield is hauled clean.

Year 3 winter.
The legendary weaponforger starts a party.
Choose a new militia commander.

Dom, soldier, has lung damage and broken rib. She nailed one goblin.
Expand the caged beasts area. Spit on the goblins.
Dom is better already, she is damn tough.
Wish we could train that cave croc. Or at least tie it up for moving, and leash it near the wall, and untie it.
Train six more war dogs. The outdoors pools freeze.
Dom rests some more...? How will her baby fare?

still six, five in bedrest. 33 able citizens.
caravan looks stuck. build two MORE bridges, militia watches out while build.
Build walls to protect the insane caravan from ambushes.
Year 3 spring, migrants! we are 59.
Hooray only 3 in bedrest anymore!
The gloomer soldier is the happiest dorf in the town.
animaltrainer gets mood: a gypsum crown, 9600, pic of gobliness and pic of a keruing tree.
maybe the military elite should read teaching books.
buy a mighty giraffe.
Dismiss the elves' silly request.

Year 3 early summer, a tree-cutting operation: about 3 cutters, lots of haulers, militia squads take turns guarding against ambushes.
stop the operation, and one fool hauler takes a nap far from our walled and trapped area.
a misheard order turned mayor's wall engravings job into ramp-carving... patch it up with microcline walls.
The sounds of giant olm vomiting echo through the caverns. Mebz the hunter is doing her job. Dangerous.
Four anatomical theaters enlighten some yougn dwarves to their future professions.
It's great to have six miners.
Make more crucibles. And excess steel mails.
The young pelican chicks are soiling the dining hall.
Really should have washing-pool at the ghoul-pussed entrance.
Time for an ore stockpile. Iron ores litter the main area, no need to haul those, but the silvers need hauling.
The very agile ice-lass's thumb is still busted and she refuses to leave the hospital.
The mayor finally gets an armor stand (iron one).

(Crash, the wrath of gods hits the fort.)
Year 3 early summer, woodcutting operation....
bin-making makes a big toys-n-crafts shuffling party.
Adil grows up to be a war boar. We put a hat on him for fun.
Melbil the one-wing one-leg hen is learning to adjust.
The insane caravan is still eating dirt and beetles outdoors.
13 citizens do smelter duty.
Should give more work to the superlegendary weaponsmith. Stop the party and elite weapons start appearing!
The insane caravan is dead and rotting; need more furniture storage for those sand bags.

(Crash, the wrath of gods hits the fort.)