My name is Flame, and I have seen what is coming.
This world is a harsh one. The lands are polluted and corrupt. Monsters fill every corner. Vile demons and necromancers lead their armies against all that is good.
Civilization will fall. There is too much stacked against it. Even here, they will come for us.
They will come, to take our riches.
They will come, to devour our flesh.
They will come, because we are alive.
We will not let them.
We must build this place strong enough to weather the storm.
First, we need to take stock of our resources.
We have very little wood. It must be used only for what is necessary. I curse the overseer who wasted in on
barrels.We have no metal. We have only what we can buy or what we can take from our invaders.
We have sand. Sand makes glass. Glass is a good alternative to wood, lighter than stone, fireproof, and beautiful.
We have clay. Clay makes earthenware. Earthenware is less useful than glass, but we do have access to it.
Glass and earthenware require fuel. We don't have enough wood to supply that fuel. We need the earth's blood. I've sent our miners to extend the stairway down until they reach warm rock.
We have stone. Near the surface, we have schist and slate. Inferior stones, fit for dirt-scratching humans. Lower down we have marble. A beautiful stone, but we need to save it for steel. Some overseer has built rooms down there. If our forges grow hungry, they may need to be moved. We also have phyllite, quartzite, gniess, and diorite, but not much of each. The gabbro layers are filled with watery caverns. Below all that we have granite. Though it may be far from the surface, granite is what we will build our fortress from. Its strength will serve us well.
Around this time, the elves departed and dumped half their goods in the doorway. I hope this doesn't sour our relationship with them. We have enough enemies without making more.
Also, some migrants... or refugees... arrived. Hopefully we can house and feed them all. We will certainly put them to work.
Here I am building the new magma glass furnaces. The forges and smelters will go to the north.
OHSHIT
All I can do is send the military and see how it plays out.
It's already in the fort.
It's dogpiled by our brave, stupid dwarves. Two are already infected. Our wereweasel may have some company.
At the end of it all, Linkxsc ends its life with a pick through the heart. The military never made it. Four dwarves were infected, but no casualties. Let this be a lesson to us. To never let our guard down.
Three of the infected were successfully quarantined. Perhaps someday they will serve the fort once more, but for now, they remain here. Unfortunatly, the fourth, a child, could not be ordered. In order to rid the fort of the danger he presented required him, his parents, and his younger brother to be banished from the fort.
Humans visited the fort. They brought news. I bought cages, barrels, bags, bins of leather, food, drink, and books. What wonderful trading partners!
The werecreatures are contained.
Oh boy, migrants. We definitely don't have enough beds for them. Let's fix that.
I should also mention that this whole time I've been quarrying granite and having all our useless mouths carve and haul granite bricks.
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