Fer Shorast was hunting close to where the goblins arrived. He was killed almost instantly.
The above ground fortifications for the animals are still incomplete. I expect we'll lose our herds. If so, it will be a painful blow, but one from which we can recover. Underground agriculture is flourishing, and in we're in no danger of starving.
The goblins are just sitting at the edge of our scouting range, waiting. They are mostly bowman and I dare not send the infantry against them. They've also got a mounted pikeman -- mounted on a cave swallow! He's going to be a problem.
139, 28 Limestone
The human traders left and were attacked by the goblins. No survivors.
139, 13 Timber
The goblins have left without ever approaching the fortress. Who can explain these creatures?
139, 15 Timber
Our outpost liaison has arrived with a trade caravan.
139, 19 Timber
I had just given the all clear to go out and begin gathering some needed wood when another, much larger force arrived. Four full squads, all mounted on cave swallows! Also seven trolls. If this group is smarter than the last (not saying much), we could be in some peril. (There are just over five full pages of invaders.)
139, 27 Timber
The trolls have moved in, but the goblins are hanging back. I'm going to chance a sortie against the trolls, who have gone after our herds.
139, 28 Timber
Success! Eight dead trolls (I miscounted earlier) and no injuries to any dwarf. I had spent most of our remaining fuel on full plate armor for every member of the military. It has paid off handsomely today! The walls of our entryway are painted turquoise with troll blood!
The traders and liaison made it into the fortress easily. Adie is downstairs speaking with him now. I missed the election, but Adie has become mayor. I never had a head for politics and honestly I spend most of my time mining. She's a good choice though, and I wish her and her (growing) family well.
139, First Moonstone
All of our livestock is starving and I do not know why. They have ample pasturage...
139, 27 Moonstone
The liaison left the way he came and is fine. The caravan, however, tried to continue to the north. 30 goblin bowman mounted on cave swallows rained death on them. What is most amazing is that some of them seem to have survived the volleys. Most are dead, but a few have left.
139, 5 Opal
Upon further inspection, it seems to be mainly the water buffalo which are starving. I'm going to slaughter them while I can. (It looks like the buffalo appetite is still set too high from what I'm reading.)
139, Sixth Obsidian
With the goblins showing no sign of leaving, I've decided to dig deeper in search of either subterranean wood or magma. We'll be digging down a full 100 fathoms from the surface. Well, that's the plan at least. In the meantime the new stone and metal works are both coming together nicely.
139, 16 Obsidian
More goblins have arrived. There are over 150 of them, including mounts. That's almost double the entire population of our fortress. Spring will be here soon and my term as governor comes to a close. Domestically we are well situated, but this constant state of siege presents problems. We must find wood or magma underground, or we'll have no chance of reclaiming the surface.
139, 17 Obsidian
We've discovered an underground cavern 65 fathoms below the surface. It has vegetation, but it's a tiny space. (It's the smallest one I've ever seen -- seven spaces! I've assigned it the hotkey of shift-F7.)
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