Huh, I thought I put all the pics in last time. Fixed that now.
Another full-season update, y'all.
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Limestone 5, 15
Our broker and miner has succumbed to infection. Shit.
A furnace operator is appointed to the position due to his appraisal skills. Ablel is forbidden from hauling.
Also, partly to vent and partly for training, I have our militia attack some capybaramen.
The liason and I finished discussing import. We asked for dogs, mail shirts, picks, hemaite blocks, iron, copper, and steel bars, and yak leather. For military purposes. (Except the blocks, I dunno why we asked for those.)
Limestone 6, 15
The liason and I start talking export.
Despite being far behind the capybaramen, the militia commander enters a martial trance. He leaves it before encountering the enemies.
An axetrainee fell into a murky pool with a little elvish armor and a bismuth bronze battleaxe. And his clothes are nice. We're draining this pond after the battle...did that capybarawoman just bite the soldier in the toe? And...she ripped it off...ew...
A speardwarf is beating on a capy-man with an elven spear. The capy just fled into the pool...out the other side...fell unconscious...got killed.
Limestone 7, 15
The axeguy drowned. He wasn't much of anything, so meh. As I write, Ablel is busy running to drain the pond...wait, those capys are still attacking...
A dog grew up.
Limestone 8, 15
Another capy downed. And another. Take that for the possibly-his-own-fault drowning one of ours when we engaged in an unprovoked attack!
Limestone 9, 15
Eh, they've had enough. I'm calling the militia off-duty.
Limestone 10, 15
The liason decided that the Mountainhomes wanted (in decreasing order of desire): Drinking implements, powders, amulets, fish, ammo, rings, drinks, instruments, blocks, and crutches. The liason politely said good-bye and left.
Limestone 17, 15
A planter withdraws from society...hey, it's that pacifistic guy from back a while ago! He's a rusty armorsmith, so whatever it is should be good!...except we don't have any metal...or ore...shit.
Limestone 18, 15
He claimed a jewler's workshop? Ah, he used to be a gem setter. He's sketching some pictures...I think he needs stone (which we have lots of), wood (which we have lots of), and rough gems (which we hav cut all of). Ablel is going in for a nap, but when he wakes up, he should mine some gems...I hope.
On a side note, it's the same workshop that Distrustshores was made in.
A turkey has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Limestone 22, 15
Ah, Ablel awoke and is moving towards an amethyst deposit quickly.
Limestone 23, 15
The Moody One awoke and is preparing to grab the rough amethysts. I wonder what he'll make...
Sandstone 2, 15
I start pressing operations again.
A horse gives birth to a healthy, fat little filly.
Sandstone 3, 15
A mason made a masterwork cinnabar grate.
A trapper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 5, 15
The mason made a masterwork andesite grate. She really
does like grates!
A weaponsmith was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A trapper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 6, 15
The weaponsmith was stung by--breaking news!--another bee!
Sandstone 8, 15
The mason made
another masterwork grate! This one is cobalite.
A dog was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 9, 15
A weaponsmith was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
He isn't even assigned to beekeeping!
Sandstone 10, 15
A woodcutter was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 14, 15
A woodcutter was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 15, 15
I think this is the first-ever 15th of a month this year that nothing of note happened.
Sandstone 17, 15
A woodcutter was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
We run out of jugs again, but we got some more honey first at least.
Sandstone 20, 15
I order the last lever in my new system to be hooked up.
Sandstone 24, 15
I decide to send the military on what I call “Xtreme Huntin',” in hopes of bagging the fort some capybara. Or at least small pieces thereof.
Also, a guineacock was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Sandstone 25, 15
While preparing some digging orders, I accidently knocked the descriptions of a burrow into a fireplace. You know, those things are really dangerous. If people weren't paying attention, they could set themselves on fire!
...What's that smell of smoke?
[I can't wait until the game makes you confirm burrow deletions. Thankfully, the burrow in question is just something I made to try and make Ablel mine where I wanted him to.]
Sandstone 26, 15
A fisher was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A wrestler entered a martial trance before he could reach the capys. Although he
was close...although although he left it just before running into the capys...
Timber 2, 15
With the addition of a statue, my new shrine is complete...mostly, I might add a couple other statues.
Somehow, migrants arrived yesterday without me noticing. Lemme try and detail them: A cynical stonecrafter/soaper/speardwarf, an insecure milker/animal dissector who hates maggots except to eat, the cynic's gigantic-for-a-chick chick, meaning we will soon be able to breed birds, a fat herbalist/animal caretaker with a bit of brawling experience, a talented tanner called Spearmonk, a thresher, the thresher's pet kid, a mule foal, a gigantic horse, a huge, muscular, and fat yak calf, a dyer, an apprentice gem cutter/marksdwarf with a pet goose named As Mothboulder, an enormous-yet-weak cow calf, a marksdwarf/milker/leatherworker, and another male chick. It took until the 3rd to give everyone this basic screening. Population 47. I use a convenient hilltop for a pasture.
Now where was I? Oh, yeah, the shrine.
ORIGINAL UPDATE BREAK
Timber 4, 15
A wax worker was attacked by a capy while trying to save a militiaman! How...
bestial of that beast!
Timber 6, 15
I guess they've trained enough. I call off the militia.
Timber 7, 15
The bowyer and the fisher just can't get enough of each other...sigh. I guess I'll leave them to it...
A beekeeper was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A gander was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Timber 11, 15
My new wet-chamber was a success...except for the deaths of two dwarves previously noted as useless. Which was a sad accident and not intended at all.
Alright, see the dining room? Pull the blue lever. That will cause this chamber:
to rapidly fill with water. Then pull the blue lever again and the gray lever once to drain it. I'll even label the levers for you!
Timber 13, 15
A beekeeper has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Timber 14, 15
A beekeeper has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
The wounded warrior was given a crutch and sent to spar some more. He had healed up by then, so that's all that could really be done.
Timber 15, 15
A guineacock has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Twice!
Ablel is diagnosing a militiaman who was injured in combat.
A beekeeper has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
A guineacock has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Timber 16, 15
A stonecrafter made a masterwork andesite mug.
A guineacock has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Timber 19, 15
The broker has been stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Timber 20, 15
A caravan arrived yesterday! Shit, get stuff ready!
ORIGINAL UPDATE BREAK
Timber 21, 15
A woodcutter was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Oh, and after digging the well-shaft, poor Ablel felt trapped by the advancing drainage from the wet-room by the creek and refused to move. He's been there a while now, I'm not sure how long. I hope he's okay.
Timber 22, 15
A turkey was stung by--breaking news!--a bee!
Finally, that pacifistic planter has begun his constructions.
For once, a broker has been waiting at the depot for the traders, rather than the other way around. Our new broker, Catten Pickvessels, rushed right to the depot to trade for the first time.
Timber 23, 15
I notice someone drinking out of the pond under the bridge and notice something.
WE.
ARE.
OUT.
OF.
BOOZE.
On a different note, I decided to have a second well put in near where he is now, to justify the escape tunnel. Ablel will have none of it, and is in fact getting thirsty. While in a tunnel slowly filling with water. Yeah, idiot.
Timber 25, 15
The merchants are starting to unload.
Timber 26, 15
We begin trading.
First we buy a barrel of rum for a few well-crafted mugs, then another for a normal, a fine, and a well-crafted one. Third, I guy a barrel of wine
and one of ale for two superior andesite mugs. Next, I have Catten buy a copper mail shirt for a couple fine andesite mugs, followed by an iron ingot for a couple superior andesite mugs.
The liason begins discussing our needs as we wait for more stuff to be hauled to the depot.
I'm not sure im the dwarves trickling to the depot to drink the new store of alcohol is pathetic or...yeah, it's pathetic.
Timber 27, 15
Not much more was hauled, but we bought some cat meat and plump helmets for a single fine mug (andesite, of course).
The moody planter? Made Manthul Sokan, The Deviance of Phrasing.
An amethyst cage, encrusted with amethyst, pyrite, and andesite, with rings and bands of pyrite and amethyst, and spikes of pyrite, amethyst, and highwood, a pyrite image of a snailman wrapped around a large ring functioning as a handle, and images of the ascension of our first queen in pyrite and amethyst on the latch. There is also an image of Rithlut Wingwaxed, the deity of farming, engraved on the inside of the base, presumably to bless the animals within or something like that. Oh, and on the top, there is a miniature model of Manthul Sokan, with pyrite switched for smethyst and vise versa and highwood switched for andesite and vise versa. You can even see a tiny model-on-a-model of Manthul Sokan on the top, with the reversings reversed. Well, they're more raised images, but that's the deviance of the phrasing, heh heh.
It's worth almost 12,500 gold pieces, almost
ten times Distrustshores's value and over 70% of our fort's material value.
[Remember, 1 gp=15 db.]
Timber 28, 15
The last day of fall.
I have a dress traded for a set of hematite blocks...try to, but they want a pick and a quiver, too. I repeat the offer without the pick, but no dice. Then I shot for a coat for some galena and dactite blocks. They, finally, agreed.
Moonstone 1, 15
Winter is upon us.
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Here is the seasonal save.
