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« on: July 18, 2014, 11:09:16 am »
after a year (RL) of peace that i spent counting my gold coins the king forced me to return to lead an expedition, we found copper and silver, i had some troubles undeerstanding all the new invetions the shortbeards came up with but in the end i managed to start a decent Karak (fortress), beer, wine and rum were flowing in quantity when i showd my kin my little tresure, a bag ful of ironwood acorns, we buildt a greenhouse out of Obsidian and glass and in the safe place we started to farm the rare trees.
i know i know, as dwarves al this talking about trees is a bitt odd, but think about this, with some research our herbalists managed to turn all that wood into iron, and our metallurgist combined it with the silver to clad my militia with mithril armors, we had faced werewolves and mutated beasts afterall!
In the end i decided to to return to the capital after the last invasion was repelled, damned naga were-wizards, they attacked with an army of flaming undeads, even if my militia won, we lost too many brave lads there, we could have rebuild but i chose to pack all our gold and our precious mithirl and leave.
Before leaving tho i pulled THE lever, let the lava welcome the next fool invader!