A screech in the distance.
Skeletal Buzzards come swarming out of every direction.
The dwarves are chased through the forest, 2 war dogs are ripped apart.
Upon seeing this, the dwarves run out, a desperate escape.
Later, a new part arrives. A small army pulls their wagon up to the previous wagon which had been abandoned. Right away, they begin unloading, and digging out the first staircase into the ground.
It doesn't take long before the buzzards return. The dogs go chasing after them, they swarm around the dwarves. The dwarves continue their work. A couple buzzards go down.
A dog, and cat bleed to death, and a tunnel is build underground. Strangely, no blood litters the snow. A wall is to be constructed of ice, however the dwarves are having to fight passed the buzzards.
The buzzards leave for a while, and the dwarves scramble for the rum.
The minor continues his work down under ground.
We begin construction of an ice wall around the base. I also happen to notice a skeletal elk chasing the minor. Speaking of which, they have become the expidition leader.
Suddenly the snow starts melting, trees begin to grow. The stoneworker is struck down!
Disaster hits as the ice covering the lake unfreezes, flooding the pit we had dug.
Fireflies begin to come out, and a fish cleaner drowns, another dwarf dies of thirst.
Something has happened. The Skeletal buzzards are gone. Things are growing.
I'm told it is now summer. The lake we had mined out is drying, and a dragonfly is flying through it.
The remaining 4 dwarves dismantle the wagons, and gather up supplies.
We are going to build a trading post here soon. The depot is made, and I place down my first bed, just in time for some immigrants to come!
The population is up to 11. I figure its about time to designate a meeting hall.
Also, I saw a totally normal buzzard. Did we purge this land of evil?
And now the buzzards are attacking the dwarves... They have now stolen all of our food.
Prepare for the long drown out starvation....
We have dug down another level. It's all sand.
If we can hit rock, then we might be able to start a real fortress. We have a full supply of beds.
So I'm going to start making wooden crafts, and hope to trade them for food if we ever get a trade caravan.
As I dig down to the next level, I strike bauxite! And Limonite! We might just be saved!
And then a fisherdwarf is attacked by a skeletal muskox.
And then a dwarf drowns?HOLY CRAP THERE IS A GROUP OF ABOUT 20 MUSKOX SKELETONS!
This is not going to end well.
Autumn is here! And Slele-elk!"
A crapload of immigrants come. Current population: 20.
# of dwarves getting out of here alive: 0.
Skeletal horse.
These things are getting bigger and bigger.
I tell all of the immigrants to hunt. Also, I got a surgeon.
Dwarf Surgery eh? ... that's probably "drink til you pass out, and we hit you on the head with this 'ere hammer"
The lakes have frozen over again....
I've set the dig order for the underground fortress entrance.
Once it is dug out, I'll be smoothing and decorating it. This is going to be one hell of a fortress.
I've carved out the main entry way to my "real" fortress. I expect the dwarves to fall over dead any time now.
NOOOOOOO! NOMAL THE FISHERDWARF HAS BEEN STUCK DOWN! NOOO!
A caravan FINALLY shows up, so does a small army of undead creatures. We are dropping like flies. If we could get goods to the depot, everything would be fine, but we aren't going to.
This is the end for group 2.
Winter has come, and we have struck bloodstone. Yay us.
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