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
Hematite - Galena
3rd Hematite,
The Golden Bane’s rotation on the deepfront has ended. The angelbears begin their watch now. May they carry the duty well.
11th Hematite,
Troglodytes managed to slip through our patrols. I regret that my attention was divided and I did not foresee this lapse. But the depths demand my attention! The Chthonic Choir fills my mind with the most elegant melodies; they describe to me the shape and function of a grand chamber in the lower caverns. I have begun to set up a glassworks nearby to supply the materials necessary for this cathedral of the deep.
I will commission some traps for the cavern entrance.
15th Hematite,
A brewer has been found dead of dehydration within the grand hall. A curious case.
26th Hematite,
Another Forgotten Evil has come to our fortress and been found lacking. Thoth Shedimostuk Basenromlam Anan, Shadowsneaked the Sprayed Cloak of Night. Its poisonous gas and boiling blood were little match for our warriors
11th Malachite,
The Platinum statue I commissioned to celebrate our victories in the deep is now on display in the new engravers’ guildhall.
Fitting, I think.
Construction on the deep chamber continues, but I recognize now that we are bereft of sand for glass. This shall make things a little more difficult, but no matter. We shall build our windows with the rich gems of the underearth.
15th Galena,
I have little time for writing these days. The construction of the deep chamber demands my constant attention. Today, searching for more fitting gems for the windows, a dwarf carved into that old pillar which had caught my eye when we first uncovered this cavern. Within it were two large boots, made of a metal which seems to flow slowly, shimmering with their own dawnlight.
I can think of no better place to display these relics than our new chamber.
17th Galena,
Our Dungeon Master, Olin Utharolon, slew no fewer than a dozen hungry heads single-handedly today. It is good to see all our training producing results. We must be ever-ready to repel monstronsities as we seize the deep.
23rd Galena,
Avuz Relonkol, the engraver, has been taken by a strange mood. He moves as if his body is not his own – perhaps he has become the Choir’s instrument as well? He has claimed a craftsdwarf workshop near the center of the guildfloor. I hope he has all that he needs.
Sorry this one had some pings on it, accidentally dragged usernames from the sidebar into the composition space.