It's time for a Fortress Mode play-test of kopout's new raws. Here hoping this settlement goes better than Mastertea did.
Excerpt from the Journal of Dirt Championblue, Manager of The Masters of Battle and Oldgreen:1st Granite, 501
I should have listened to my family. I could have gotten a simple job carving out pipes for my home village, make a modest profit, and manage to retire with a wife and children, smoking everyday on my porch and playing my fiddle before bed. Instead, I made the foolish decision to brave the dangers of the world looking for fame and fortune. Wave Pastold had similar desires as mine, and was putting together a trade caravan to travel the world in. She approached me personally, claiming that she needed “smart men to crunch the numbers for a woman such as her.” I thought this was my chance for adventure, so I readily agreed, and was dragged along with all the other halflings foolish enough to accompany her.
The caravan was a disaster from the very start. Wave took nothing of value with her for trade, so we were unable to find any actual clients. Yet she was persistent, and we continued to travel further and further away from our civilization in search of buyers. Eventually, we found ourselves hit hard by winter, which slowed us down severely and caused our wagon to weaken severely. Eventually, the inevitable happened and the wheels gave out, right in the middle of this forest near the central mountain ranges.
Here I have attempted, as best as I could, to depict our current location:The following sketch comes directly from our national atlas:My initial idea was to grab our pack beetle immediately with some food and ride it to the nearest Formic hive, but the animal is too tired and frostbitten to be of any use to me. The only thing we can do, I told Wave, is build proper lodgings for ourselves and to hope we can survive in this wilderness until we are found. Wave’s small mind, quite clearly, began to form ideas as soon as I told her this, and she declared then that she was the proud mayor of this Halfling settlement, which she called: “Oldgreen.” She wants a proper town hall for her “office,” and demands that we get to constructing it immediately.
Since we never had any customers or sales to record, I never actually used this book. For this reason, I have decided to use it as a journal, so that if anyone ever comes across the pathetic ruins of a small outpost in the woods, he will know what happened here.