Greenfingers: Thorns
There's something about the New Ways. I saw a hamster skittering about our food stocks today. Back in the Old Ways, I would have squashed it under my boot, or sent Mittens to snap its neck. But you know, there's something cute about the little guy. You know, I'm starting to think that nature really is beautiful.
*a yak bellows in the distance*What was that noise?
No. No no no.
Giant iguana attacks? Out here? In the peaceful forest home we're building? I thought we'd be safe out here. I thought this is what the New Ways were about!
YOU!
This is YOUR FAULT.
Everyone! To your positions! Sarvesh, get your needle ready. I don't know how dangerous this thing will be.
What do you mean none of you are carrying axes?! Go get them! Everyone else, downstairs! Wait a minute. Where's Sarvesh?
She's genuinely the worst doctor I've ever seen.
Hey! That's not very vegan!
Very soon, everyone who isn't in the military attacks the giant iguana.
Above, you can see Eshtan, military dwarf, watching three civilians beat an iguana to death. She isn't even holding her weapon.
Alright. At least that should have released some pressure. Surely nature's fury will subside.
Hmm...What's that? On the horizon?
Uhhhh...Everyone grab a log and let's get some fortifications up!
You know I really like that Zan chap. While myself, Kivish and Eshtan were knocking angry birds out of the air to cover the construction, an owl made a b-line for him. It punched him in the gut and he puked all the way back downstairs. It gave all of us a good chuckle. We really needed that.
Okay, Nature. Are you finished?
You're making it real hard to be a vegan, here.
Urvad had been making wooden crafts for the last few months, so we had plenty to trade. But first, we must send the cattle back to the humane society. The yaks are loaded in cages and sent on their way.
Oh for Ramul's sake.
Can I get a break? I tried to explaining to the merchants that the yaks can just be taken out of the cage, and don't need to be carried all the way back. She responded with something about not trusting animals from around here.
No clue why not.
Fikod let me know that another hillock was attacked by the goblins. Grim news. She said it'd be a wise investment to arm ourselves and prepare for battle. At the same time, she requested
we produce anvils for next year. 
Right as the caravan left, a flock of peach-faced birdmen arrived. With them, they brought disaster.
No...
Urvad carved up two caskets at when he finished declared himself the leader of the settlement. He said something about "teaching those elves a lesson". We all agreed to ignore him and chose Zan as our new leader.
Zan suggested immediately that we expand the corpse stockpile. Something I never expected out of a vegan fortress.
The tombs were established, and, somehow, we all knew that both Mistem and Athel had had their dicks cut off by those birds.
Sarvesh abandoned her post as a doctor, choosing rather to fist-fight birds on the battlements. We chose the first dwarf to volunteer for the job: Shorast.
Shorast was one of the first couple migrants to arrive. A later migrant brought along a bit of a responsibility. Welcome Mafol. You'll live among us as an equal.
Now that the caravan is gone, we're able to lock the gate, and the endless stream of suicidal birds comes to an end. We rest easy, lean back with a nice vegan meal and mug of mushroom wine. With the pressure off us, we take a moment to reflect. Yes, this is still the Way. It may be hard, but Nature is merely testing our mettle. It must prepare us for the goblin threat. Surely when the elves arrive in Spring, we'll all have a laugh about it.
Well. At least it's just a couple zombies.
Someone find me that hamster.
It appears some ospreys had scared half the merchants downstairs. There's huge piles of trade goods that are unclaimed in the Depot. Unfortunately for these two, their companions are outside the gate.
The Fallen Ghoul - an undead elf - makes short work of both.
Wait... What's that?
Nature! Come to our aid! A giant armadillo comes barreling toward the walking corpse!
Well...
Oh yes! Nature! At it again! Elephants this time!
He killed all of them in single strikes...
We're doomed.
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Dorfings!
KZ is an overconfident death worshipper. I'm sure she'll make a great sheriff in the future.
Minway is our eldest resident, though there are three dwarves around 85 years old. Most dwarves are actually a bit young in the fort. All around 50.
Important notes:
Mistem is still alive and expedition leader still. There was a single casualty post-crash. A new migrant named Lolor. Mistem is unhappy in general because his family doesn't exist. He'd probably be a good dwarf to replace when we get a few more migrants.
The hospital is furnished, but not declared.
We have a health cloth industry already. The right-most fields have been exposed to sunlight (and is probably fertilized by blood dripping through the roof) so we can grow outdoor crops there. We're growing ramie and kenaf right now, with plenty of seeds. Food is pretty good, from gathering, but we're only growing a few plump helmets (since we had so many veggies, it was rare to make plump helmet wine).
I pierced past the aquifer to build mechanisms, but didn't go any further. When I dig stairs, I usually erase the last one (the up stair), so it's all up-down stairs all the way down. I believe we hit some metals already. We have some logs inside.
I set up a barracks, but didn't set the 3-dwarf squad to train at all. It is fine if del dies in battle.
I set a yak cow back to the humane society. Unfortunately, since the merchants died (and the safe ones will probably go insane and die), the next caravan probably won't have enough excess weight to take the bull. Especially not if we send anvils back too.
The save is here!Good luck, yaimen. You'll need it.
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