Well, working on hollowing out space for graves, and ordered metalsmithing placed. Gotta get some wooden shields for now. And you know what? Fuck this individual weapon nonsense. We need a uniform. If I can get more conscripts in this squad, we're all wielding maces.
Having the miners start work on probing the mudstone that's as safely below the water table as poassible.
Screenshot:Heard someone screeching and yelling like a lunatic, and what do I find? Our old smith evidently twigged onto all this commotion about trying to start up our metalworking, heard my complaining about a lack of gear, remembered she just set up a forge, then did the fucking math. If she makes a blowgun or something stupid like that, I'm gonna be pissed.
Only problem is we don't have metal, nor anything to smelt yet. Last thing we need is for an inspired smith to be stuck working with copper.
Summer has struck the desert, and we've only struck gems so far. Poking around in the shallows of gabbro in the hope of yielding hematite, as I don't trust the mudstone. We've also made fuel out of all our coal, so we're set once we find decent ore.
But just in case things turn sour, I had some of our war dogs leashed near the smith. She's in the sort of state where not getting a drop of metal just might wear on her mind.
Screenshot:Welp. That's not as severe as I was expecting. But still unfortunate.
Migrants. One half-decent dwarf for our militia, and a few amazingly talented smiths to replace the idiot now running around flinging their panties at people. Did they mishear the reports and figure we had something other than fucking gems? Either way, we're now at 37 dwarves and nowhere near enough damn beds.
We've hit a cavern, it seems. Might be good to spy around and see if we can find any ore, but I would rather avoid leaving ourselves exposed to whatever's in it.
Screenshot:However, I do have a plan. I call it...the Cavern Automated Traveler! I think. Maybe. It's just a cat. Thus far, all we've discovered using this
exploit tactic is garnierite. Which is tempting as I'm a proper dwarf that loves proper nickel silver, but we lack anything more useful.
Our "probe" seems to have succeeded in revealing all of the cavern. Eh. I'll just leave it down there. Only managed to scout out more nickel ore.
And I don't like the fact that I see no sign of a bloody human caravan. Almost fall and no humans? And we had no elves, for that matter. I've little interest in elves one way or another, but wood is always useful in this forsaken place. More useful would be another caravan to bring metal to use.
Dug deeper, hit the next cavern. Miners report spotting a possible passage as well. But no reports of ore? Not good. Could this get any worse?
Screenshot:Oh fuck me.
Idiot only seems to need rock and bones. Good. We've ample rocks, and animals we can butcher. Schist and mule bone, wanna bet whatever he makes will be useless?
Screenshot:Totally called it.
Welp. Got the caravan here at least, hot damn. Seems someone's good for something after all. Managed to get a tiny scrap of metal, one mace, and some armor from them. Not much, but it's an improvement.
More improvements on the bedrooms, but not enough beds. I did order the wasteland sweeped to clear-cut any cacti left, and I've prepared a way into the deeper caverns. If need be, we can start chopping down the underground forests. And on top of that, we have more migrants. Damn you lot, why do you think this metal-less, sweltering hellhole is such a fun place to live in?
Not one single useful dwarf among the lot. No matter, conscript most of them and they'll be useful eventually. That's 45 dwarves here, now.
Due to lack of useful metal, I have access to the lower caverns warded by sealing bridges, and have deployed another "drone" via throwing a duck at the problem. I suspect that Salt and Apathetic wonder how the hell my brilliant idea works, and indeed why I am so confident that my earlier exploration revealed nothing but garnierite, when no dwarves have been sent into the cavern.
I tried to explain I was getting my information from a cat I dumped into the cavern and telepathically bossed around, they seemed to have a giggling fit at that. I'm not sure if it's because the idea is so strange to lesser, more dim-witted dwarves, or if it was due to my drunkenly declaring that my pussy told me so.
Screenshot:I guess it's a good thing I sent a duck in, and not a rooster. Last thing I need is for those two children to mishear my explanation of THAT.