The game is on. I settled on a site with magma, ice, sedimentary flux and a terrifying tundra. No running water, but ice crushing should be enough to keep the fort going.
The first post is updated with the turns. Danarca's turn on Monday, which technically began a hour and a half ago, will be shorter than usual, possibly much shorter than usual. If you'd like another turn, you can have Saturday.
1st Granite, 301Log of Datan Zoncatten, Iron ChefWe have arrived. It's snow as far as the eye can see. I can feel the cold on my chin, but I don't believe a beard would have helped much at this temperature. Our most basic dwarven urges tell us to burrow and secure basic shelter before we all freeze to death. As members of the Human Appreciation Club, we resist those urges and work to emulate superior human culture, through construction among other things. In fact, we are the first of our club to apply our passion at this scale.
Two of us have begun work on our First Hall, carved out of the rock but standing proudly above the ground. Meanwhile, I'll be using my traditional human metalworking techniques to prepare picks and weapons.
Log of Mebzuth Kosotherith, PerforatorThis is ridiculous. The Crown was dumb enough to send a bunch of delusional fools to build a city on the ice, but smart enough to send armed guards with them. Logem and I are here as guards, and we're both mountainhome girls, not built for this kind of weather. Datan denied our request to mine our own dwarven lodgings, because, in his words, it would "stifle immersion." At least he's enthusiastic enough about his "traditional human metalworking techniques" to make Logem a hammer instead of the one he made her leave behind for the sake of more of men's best friends, whatever those may be. Hopefully, they weren't the turtles, because all they're good for now is eating.
3rd Hematite, 301Log of Sigun Uremsodel, Micronutrient Iron ChefIt's summer, or so says the calendar. Our two miners are still working on the First Hall and the farm building, and Datan just finished the copper pick he's been talking about for weeks. It's about time, because I've been getting tired of him asking me to cook him turtle pasta. I would love to make some, but he's been too busy instructing the miners to make sure the buildings match some sort of code he pulled out of his ass. When I told him about the southern human civilizations that utilized shallow caves, he scoffed and mumbled something about dwarven influence. Sometimes, it seems like he's more about distancing himself from the dwarven race and less about recreating human lifestyles. He still goes for the booze, though. Hypocrite.
23rd Hematite, 301Log of Cog Arroskol, Arts and CraftsThe dwarves from the mountainhome are here. They seemed baffled and mildly entertained by the sight- two yet to be hollowed out houses carved out of the mountain, some workshops strewn around and a mound of snow that contains our wagon. You sure don't see anything like that in human towns. I made them some of the gearbox models they never get enough of back home, and in exchange we got some leather, cloth and cow's milk. Cow's milk cheese is great, so I'm not complaining.
Log of Datan Zoncatten, Iron ChefTrading could have been better. The grand tour of the premises, which I offered to the traders, was cut short by a mining accident. Tulon, one of our miners, fell two storeys down while working on the roof of the First Hall. He broke his right hand and got some nasty abdominal wounds, but went right back to work. I will later congratulate him on his show of manl... Oh, crap. It happened again. He and cog fell down again. None of Tulon's wounds got worse, and Cog didn't break anything. Good show.
18th Galena, 301Log of Datan Zoncatten, Iron ChefOur first two structures are finally done, and as I write these words, our farmers are preparing farms. The next item on the agenda is to clear the First Hall and furnish it, and then arrange for dwellings on the second storey. Despite our raging success so far, two things worry me- the lack of migrants and the lack of a human caravan. This is the most successful dwarven human town in recent history, yet not a single visitor came except for those legally mandated to. I'm stumped.
17th Moonstone, 301Log of Datan Zoncatten, Iron ChefThe gnomes are here! We have given them some of our prepared food and stone mechanisms in exchange for large amounts of human booze, a veritable zoo of meats and some plants to boot. They also seemed happy about their profit margins.
After I wrapped things up with the gnomes, I went right back to the construction work. We're currently preparing our third building, an apartment complex. It will be half as large as the First Hall, and contain rooms for all of us. Hopefully, it will shut those spoiled guards up.
1st Granite, 302Log of Datan Zoncatten, Iron ChefThe apartment building is done. It has eight rooms, each one already furnished with a door, a chair and a table. The beds haven't been installed as an act of support for Tulon, the injured miner. If we allow him to succumb to dwarvenly rest, he will surely die in the cold, so he must not be allowed the comfort of a bad, and neither must we, until his hand mends.
This concludes my first year as the expedition leader. With housing and feeding taken care of, my successor is free to bother with industry, defense or the replication of human clothing fashions in dwarven form factors.
Save coming soon.Here's the save. Have Fun, danarca.
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