Dwarf Fortress: Reservoir and Werebuffalo Child

Winter was on it's way and the caravan from the mountainhomes would be arriving in a matter of months. We had nothing but rocks to trade. The dwarves constructed a jeweler's workshop and began to cut the rough gems we had found digging out the fortress. Our goal to was trade gems for metal. Shiny pebbles for hammers and axes.

The main floor of the fortress. A hospital, well area, and pump control room have been added in the east.

We doubled our bedrooms and carved out a lower floor for the kitchen and proper workshops. Another priority was moving farming and water deep underground. This involved flooding a room with water and placing wells on the floor above. We carved out a reservoir which would be refilled by the brook during the warmer months. The dwarves would have to cross their fingers and hope that the water supply would last through the winter. This safe source of water could be used by the dwarves when the beer taps run dry and would be positioned near a future hospital. A series of floodgates were added to prevent the entire fortress from being flooded in the event of an emergency.

The lower floor of the fortress. A kitchen area, underground farm, and reservoir have been constructed. The checkerboard pattern at the reservoir's source reduces the water pressure and prevents our entire fortress from being flooded.

The caravan from Obururdim arrived as expected. The mountainhome dwarves had carried little metal with them. We assumed they were robbed while delivering the metal. We managed to negotiate for an anvil and a couple of metallic weapons. We requested for next year from our liason that they bring more metal than any would-be criminals could carry away with them.

It wasn't all good news. We spotted a kobold trying to sneak into the fortress, but he was chased away by a handful of rowdy dwarves. We later found a kobold corpse outside the fortress. I'm told it's only a coincidence. Still, it would be best if the kobold didn't inform his other vermin friends of our fortress' location. We also had a plesent visit from Zuglar Morullotol, the child werebuffalo, and we learned why we fear the night. Our fear was short-lived, however, as the unspeakable monster transformed back into a harmless child before he could massacre our entire near defenseless fortress. Glory to us!

Shortly after the dwarves locked themselves in the fortress, an elven caravan arrived outside. In true elven fashion, they brought with them hardly anything of value. We traded the elves gems for cloth and berries. They brought no metal. Is it any surprise?