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The Tales of Ushilsebshos, "Icemire"

This is the tale of my recent Dwarven Fortress, if you have comments, or you like it, post on my discussion page! I shall edit it regularly, for now.

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. To my delight, we found coal and an onyx cluster.
My scouts find a river, frozen for now, but useful. Near it, my miners spot a patch of platinum -- we hurry to excavated it; it may be useful for trade in Autumn. Just when all seems to be moving well, I find that we failed to pack a crossbow! We cannot hunt, and with limited supplies of wood on this mountainside, I order my dwarves to dig a stockpile for what little food we have. Then they dig a room for the kitchen and butcher's shop. Following that, I begin to construct a forging area, where we discover more coal.

Success! The forges are built, as is a craft workshop. My dwarves start producing coal, metal, bolts and a crossbow.
End Winter, Year1

Summer Year 1

The season has turned and the fortress is slowly turning around. By using only one log, we are now producing much coal, facilitating production of metal goods. I stagger the work orders as such: smelt/make coke/smelt/make coke. That way, we have a consistant supply of fuel.
We build doors from stone to secure the entrances to our stockpiles and to the fort itself. The wagon is dismantled. We receive welcome rain, and begin crafting chairs for my sore-legged dwarves. I find myself pitching in often, as we simply do not have enough dwarves for all the jobs that need doing.