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'''This is from the diaries of Zefon Muthkatbik, Expedition Leader of the Deepvale Group'''<br /> | '''This is from the diaries of Zefon Muthkatbik, Expedition Leader of the Deepvale Group'''<br /> | ||
When we emerged from the howling blizzard, I admit I had second doubts about our chosen location. The mountain was steep, and all was blanketed in snow. | When we emerged from the howling blizzard, I admit I had second doubts about our chosen location. The mountain was steep, and all was blanketed in snow. | ||
| − | Still, we had not travelled through the harsh winter to turn back now, so we stopped the wagon almost at the top of the mountain. | + | Still, we had not travelled through the harsh winter to turn back now, so we stopped the wagon almost at the top of the mountain. I sent a scout to look around and we found a large lake on the summit and a smaller lake eastward. We were hungry, so I ordered my miners to dig a room near the smaller lake and then to break the wall. The water flooded in and the farmers planted seeds. Experienced as I am, I know that a dwarven fortress runs on food and ale, and with the native plants snowed under, I required dwarven plants to grow, and grow quickly. |
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| + | Next came the stockpiles, for what little wood my cutters could chop and a stone pile. The miners tunnelled into the mountain, to keep the dwarves warm in this inhospitable climate. | ||
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The Tales of Ushilsebshos, "Icemire"
This is the tale of one a Dwarven Fortress, if you have comments, or you like it, post on my discussion page!
This is from the diaries of Zefon Muthkatbik, Expedition Leader of the Deepvale Group
When we emerged from the howling blizzard, I admit I had second doubts about our chosen location. The mountain was steep, and all was blanketed in snow.
Still, we had not travelled through the harsh winter to turn back now, so we stopped the wagon almost at the top of the mountain. I sent a scout to look around and we found a large lake on the summit and a smaller lake eastward. We were hungry, so I ordered my miners to dig a room near the smaller lake and then to break the wall. The water flooded in and the farmers planted seeds. Experienced as I am, I know that a dwarven fortress runs on food and ale, and with the native plants snowed under, I required dwarven plants to grow, and grow quickly.
Next came the stockpiles, for what little wood my cutters could chop and a stone pile. The miners tunnelled into the mountain, to keep the dwarves warm in this inhospitable climate.