Apologies for the length, I was just really enjoying the opportunity to write some slopping wet prose. I'll organize the journal entries by month and link them here.

Save file

State of the fortress in brief

Everything’s going pretty much fine in the fortress. I reorganized the military and have the squads patrolling between the two cavern entrances in shifts. At any point the bridges could be raised, but I left them open to encourage fun.

One thing that I didn’t mention in the journal is that there are some warm walls in the lower caverns, which should indicate there’s a source of magma for future efficient industry and mischief.

There were only two dwarf deaths that I can recall, as well as a birth or two. There was one moderate wave of migrants. I mostly let the upper fortress run itself, save for a little shuffling and building of guildhalls. The Countess either has all her needs met or only needs a little more in her bedroom. I had thought about reorganizing some of the offices, but I didn’t really get around to that.

A number of rose gold coins have been minted. A small amount of bismuth bronze was made, I used some to decorate The Rose Chamber, which I intend to serve as a reliquary and landmark. It would also serve as a very fine temple complex for the local Stigilite sect, but it didn’t seem quite right for the roleplay and I didn’t want dwarves to be pulled up and down the fortress to visit it too much.

So far the military has been able to tackle pretty much everything the caves have thrown up and probably won’t struggle against anything that isn’t made of very hard materials or producing toxic gas. The elves might get pissed if tree-cutting picks back up, probably not a huge concern unless someone wants to maintain peace for whatever reason.

Suggestions for future players are to keep digging down, gain access to magma, and set up new industries like glass (if sand can be procured) or dyeworks.


Diary of Likut Regolith Togalkulet, Militia Commander

Granite
Slate
Felsite

Hematite
Malachite
Galena

Limestone
Sandstone
Timber

Moonstone
Opal
Obsidian


  • abc [he/him, comrade/them]
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    2 个月前

    Ugosh Angzak, an emaciated warthog wrought in solid salt froths with deadly spittle and violent intent. To arms, dwarves! The underearth is our destiny and the Chthonic Choirs resounds with our impending victory!

    NOOOOO DWARVES ARE SUPPOSED TO POST HOG NOT KILL THEM!! feral-hog