Fountainnotch - 136 Early Winter by Tharis

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• Δ 145. 24 Echo!
  Hear that echoing clang? Solid stoneware. We stared this project before, well, back when the founders were still here. It was the vision, a great mountain of stoneware to advertise our fire clay, and represent the mountain, symbol of the Squashed Gem, our local Dwarven government. It took some years to put together, but it's done now. There was a bit of a delay after the first couple rings were constructed. - Tharis
• Δ 182. 7 Office with a View
  It's possible, my mom says, that the Captain of the Guard, Morul Bootscalded, is just envious of the finer accommodation given to the militia captain. Recently, Kubuk Standardpaints was given a new office, complete with bronze furniture (his favorite.) That must be his troll fur glove sitting on his desk chair. It's a wooden floor and walls of dacite and stoneware.
  
  Perhaps as a gesture of appreciation, he's got a statue of my mom up there (on the right, opposite the peregrine falcon man) back when she was appointed militia commander... - Tharis
• Δ 182. 8 And its mate
  ...that's the current militia commander's office. Not my mom, of course. People say that she must've been self-appointed.
  
  The statues are a nice touch. I like his taste, nickel silver furniture and some fine statues. The brass is of Doren Breachcave the Brass Avalanche (no pun intended) and the other is of the current commander, Morul Drillmanor.
  
  What happened to her, you ask? Hm, don't know that story. I don't think that I've seen the engraving for that one. - Tharis
• Δ 178. 21 Oh, hi mom
  Oh, I hear mom calling. There she is, training. And those windmills? Well... - Tharis
• Δ 177. 26 The Ward of Healing
  ---This is a gniess statue of the Ward of Healing.
  The item is a image of The Ward of Healing, the deity of fortresses, depicted as a female dwarf and four dwarves in gneiss by Meng Savotmuthkat. The Ward of Healing is laboring. The Ward of Healing is surrounded by the four dwarves.---
  
  This is our statue garden, depicting our local history. It's a peaceful place. I rather like it. - Tharis
• Δ 176. 10 The Center of It All
  Coming up from the booze and the farms, you come up to the animal processing center. A few more dead cow statues surround the butcher shop. The doors are a recent addition. So is the black bronze trade depot, it's been lead recently...
  
  *shudder*
  
  Mom finally decided it was time for change, and personally oversaw the design of the new one. I'm glad she could get around to doing that. The lead has been dumped in the volcano now. Shaved goblins interrupted that process. I look forward to being old enough to maim them.
  
  Bookkeeper and manager's offices on the north, with emergency levers. Stockpiles of trade goods are on the right, and there's a little statue factory on the south, to save our haulers' backs.
  
  Yep, those pillars are pure gold. And the monuments? Oh, those are the founders. Mom noticed that we had seven pillars, did the math, and decided to do some research. It did take sometime, but we got them all memorialized. - Tharis
• Δ 176. 11 Expedition Leader
  ---In memory of Id Thikutsibrek Abanzatam Amnek
  Born 46
  Died of thirst in the year 130
  Creator of Bulbousrise the Sorceror of Weakening
  Manager of The Squashed Gem, 125 to 127
  Slayer of Kib Hallcrest
  Lover of red pyrope---
  
  That's his lover across the way, Zon Rimtartad. Mom says they could've married. So sad...
  
  "In memory of Zon Rimtartad
  Born 41
  Struck down by the dwarf Litast Chambercities in the year 130."
  
  130, 130, 130. Each one of them died in 130. What happened, you ask? I don't remember. You'd have to ask mom. There are a few others of us, but we were all kids, you know. Not the most reliable witnesses. - Tharis
• Δ 176. 20 Big drop
  You may not have noticed, but this was an early security measure. The two big bridges retract, leading to a big drop into a magma pit (currently drained, it hasn't seen use in years.) Records indicate that one dorf fell in officially, but we suspect that there were others. There have been a lot of ghosts flying around lately... - Tharis
• Δ 176. 25 Giant Parakeet
  Why? Because that's the spot where we slew a forgotten beast, a slimy giant parakeet that went down in a beautiful hail of copper bolts. That's why. - Tharis
• Δ 176. 4 Dead stuff
  Admittedly, we just put down another one of those pathetic "sieges" of eight or so goblins. Our legendary squads made quick work of them. It always scares me to see them rush headlong at the crossbows, but they always come back alive, unlike their targets.
  
  We've had a few larger sieges, but at this point there isn't much difference, just longer cleanup.
  
  The garbage dump is conveniently on top of that ridge you see on the right there. One of the benefits of building alongside an active volcano, the incinerator is always nearby. - Tharis
• Δ 176. 5 Statues of Dead Stuff
  Since we're out here, I'd like to introduce you to something that may seem strange. There is a fortress somewhere called The Imperial Finger. In that fortress, there are apparently a great deal of yaks. And these yaks die. And our masons make statues of dead and dying yaks. At first I thought it was just one mason with a fixation, but multiple masons have made them.
  
  We've taken to leaving our large livestock out here, and after seeing the third one get massacred by goblins, it seemed fitting to use these to commemorate the deaths of so much fine livestock.
  
  "But the statues are yaks!" you say? Pshaw. Yak, cow, water buffalo, what's the difference? It's all meat in the end.
  
  The Giant Crow adds to the atmosphere, no? - Tharis
• ¶ 176. Satellite X-Ray View
  For the observer's convenience. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 1 Likot Shippainted
  "Eight years old. I was born in 128. My mom came here in Sandstone 125. She wasn't one of the founding seven, but she was part of the first wave of migrants. Might as well have founded the place, far as anyone else is concerned."
  
  You see a girl, not particularly old, not particularly young, hauling a rock pot of wine. The pot is dacite, a common stone here. She's hauling it to the stockpile at the base of the archery towers, part of an emergency stash.
  
  Mind, this fortress hasn't had any trouble with external invaders, partly thanks to her mom, so generally this is just another stockpile of drink. Still, it's good to be prepared.
  
  As you look, you notice a small scar above her brasseyed face, which carries a strangely dulled expression. By dull, one does not indicate a passivity, but the stoic resolution of someone who has seen far worse than this. And something in the casual grace with which she hauls her load make her seem dangerous, as if she could weaponize it on a moment's notice. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 12 *knocks on the wall*
  You wondered what happened in there? Well, now is good a time as any... - Tharis
• Δ 175. 13 Mingkot Blazedbolted
  Meet my friend Mingkot. Her birthday is ten days before mine. So as you might imagine, we're friends. She's a little more sensitive than I am. Still, she can speak for herself.
  
  "Oh hi. Let me guess. You want to hear about...right. Well, it's like this. We were all kids then. Well, smaller kids. Really small kids, so I don't remember much, this place was scary. Everyone was screaming. Bolts were flying across the main hall. All the bridges were knocked down, so the fortress was just hanging open. You could feel the wind howl through, streaks of blood. It made me so upset. So I went to the mayor, not Atis, the old mayor. What was her name? I don't remember clearly. But she'd been locked away, seeing people in this little room down the hall.
  
  So I went in to talk, but something about her, it wasn't right. It was just wrong, she was just wrong. I'd heard rumors, and I realized in that moment they were true. And so I lost it, I snapped. And I saw red, kept punching, kept kicking. She was wearing armor, but I didn't care. I could hear bones breaking, chains rattling...
  
  She must've been locked up for something, because she was still chained. I don't remember where the captain was, must not have been one at the time for some reason...
  
  When I came to, she was a bloody mess. I guess one of the wounds must've went septic.
  
  We kids got together, and decided that Likot's mom would be the new mayor. So we went up to her while she was training with that copper axe she used to carry around all the time. I thought she would chop my head off, but she looked at us and nodded. And so she was the mayor, and now she is the mayor. And things are better now.
  
  It was her idea to wall of that cell. Just as well, really. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 16 Need a drink?
  Yeah, a story like that demands some socialization. Here's our main dining hall. The centerpiece is the single more valuable artifact of our fortress, Dullchopped:
  
  "This is a giant mole bone table. All craftdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is encrusted with trillion cut rhodolites and encircled with bands of cushion purple spinel cabochons, table cut red grossulars and cave spider silk. This object menaces with spikes of sheep leather. on the item is an image of a giant harp seal in giant mole bone. On the item is an image of emerald cut gems in cave spider silk. On the item is an image of forgotten beasts in steel."
  
  Total value: 116,400.
  
  Those pillars are black bronze. The engravings could be better, but ours were still practicing when this was put together. Nobody remembers the names of the ones who smoothed it out, but we're grateful. It has become a fine hall. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 17 Living Quarters
  Before we move down the great curve, I should point out the living quarters, which start below and keep going down. Each room is engraved once occupied, simple four by fours with little variation. The captain's room is a bit bigger, you'll see it on the third floor or so. At the bottom the architect got bored and switched to a flat layout.
  
  Oh, and those brass doors? That's the manager's bedroom. Aban Standardparched and his wife sleep there. You should see how that woman weaves, man...
  
  Oh, whose office? Oh, wait, let me check the marker...
  
  "In memory of Amost Dodokuvar
  Born 102
  Went missing in the year 130
  Baron of The Puce Arch, 129 to 130
  Loving husband
  Admirer of turkeys"
  
  Of course, we're a duchy now. I always wondered why they wouldn't grant us a duke. I guess once you lose one, that's it.
  
  Ah well, I like my mom better anyways. She keeps us safe. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 18 Kitchen and Hospital
  Sick dwarves don't want to be too far from the food. That's the chief medical dwarf's office.
  
  The statues are of dwarves. I think he uses them as models of what a healthy dwarf should look like. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 2 Baa, Oink
  That piglet is gigantic, with brown eyes, brown hair, and pale-white skin.
  
  This fortress currently contains 3,317 prepared meals and 1,870 units of meat. We're all very well-fed here. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 3 Glug glug
  On that note, we do not lack for booze. 2,115 units. Here's where it all gets made. Also we have two workshops dedicated to spinning thread. We stay busy here, currently nine idlers. - Tharis
• Δ 175. 9Crops and Crime
  Coming back from the towers, you see where we grow our booze. Down to the right, you can see why the captain is envious. A simple office of stone with a statue of one of his predecessors, a matching dining room.
  
  And before they reach the cells and their wells, the condemned walk by a statue of Kib Wilttrades, the hammerer. What's in that walled off cell, you ask?
  
  I'll get to that later. Let's cross the entry hall first, to get from one side to another... - Tharis
• Δ 174. 19 Workshops
  One nuisance of this fort, to get from the workshops to the furniture stockpile (which is by the bedroom entrance) you have to hike all the way from the workshops (here on down) across the entry hall, down another flight of stairs, and around the great curve. It's really kind of ridiculous. - Tharis
• Δ 172. 14 Saquar Uceongu Tilesh Gulgud
  "In memory of Saquar Unceongu Tilesh Gulgud
  Succumbed to infection, slain by the dwarf Minkot Blazedbolted in the year 131
  First Gorge of the Coven of Amethysts, 57 to 87
  Slayer of Endok Pointyship
  Loving mother and wife
  United with green glass"
  
  Mom says she keeps this here as a reminder. It's subtle, she wouldn't want to embarrass the fort by having that name translated, but let me tell you. The name is Saquar Callhammer the Spams of Murdering. She was a vampire, killed at least seven dwarfs here alone. Good bloody riddance. - Tharis
• Δ 172. 15 Rimtar Mubunkib
  Another odd tale mom used to tell me. So, once upon a time, there was a werefox, and it almost got in. Imagine what would've happened if it got loose here? Well, the mayor, the vampire mayor, ran out to slay it. Sadly, the fell beast had already maimed the diplomat who came, bit off his foot (or was it arm?) Anyway, took a piece off him.
  
  He was physically whole the next year, but apparently changed while meeting with the mayor in her cell (she was serving time for yet another murder.) The mayor killed the diplomat. This monument is so mom doesn't forget. - Tharis
• Δ 169. 19 Kilns and things
  Stoneware has become a main export of this fort. Here is where the fire clay is collected and forged. And that pump is a neat little trick. It sends magma into that room there. And those monuments...one was a guy who fell into the magma channel while digging it out, the other took a bigger fall... - Tharis
• Δ 168. 25 Memories
  And here's the final resting place of our dead. And yeah. 130. What a year...
  
  You can see the story here, the string of monuments to the vampire's victims, a few folks who fell in the construction of the Clay Dome, and we think it was the the death of Endok Rulatis in 129 that started things off, he was killed by a Giant Olm./ Someone else killed the olm but...I'll have to do more research, but it was shortly after that that everything went crazy. A year of madness, it took so long, but it was only a year. And all that remained was the old mayor, about 20 kids, and me.
  
  You can still see the kids, the ones with the haunted look. My daughter is one, thankfully my son was born a year after, last memory of my beloved husband Olon. Nobody knows what happened to him, but it happened in 130. And I was walking around. Likot just followed me around. She's handled herself well, I look forward to training her in a weapon someday.
  
  We had a tomb for the baron, but no idea where his body went either. That brass coffin lies empty.
  
  We've had to carve so many slabs over the years, and so many coffins. I had to do the first myself, and then migrants showed up. Marvelous! There was plenty of food and booze, so we sealed ourselves in and devoted a full year or two to burying the dead. One little siege in the meantime, killed one axedawrf. I remember pounding on their heads with my copper axe, Reveredglaze. It's killed 14 dwarves and five goblins.
  
  That time the child ran up to me, murder in its eyes, I had to chop its head off. Poor thing. Maybe I'll engrave a slab and see who it was, I can't remember.
  
  But those times are past, and we've rebuilt and moved on. And they've elected me every year since the vampire died, and we've done well for ourselves. We may attract a king someday, I'd like to meet King Kivish and his consort, the Fisherdwarf Sarvesh Cogzugob, but I don't think I want to give up my authority here just yet. There's still a lot of work to do. - Tharis
• Δ 167. 23 To here
  Here's the reservoir. Impressive, huh? That's the access room. The drainage lever has only been flipped once, to remove some old corpses. - Tharis
• Δ 85. 6 Turning around...
  Ah, as you turn back, you see this. One of the works of our fort. It began as two modest archer towers, circular following architectural whim. And then it just seemed easier to put all the archery facilities in one place, for swifter response.
  
  And it sort of worked. One of our ranged units doubles as our constabulary, The Bronze Wheels. Last siege they didn't even make it into position, and we had to send The Silvery Walls to fill in, leaving their tower vacant. Lucky for us this was a minor siege marching in from one direction, so it wasn't a loss. Still... - Tharis
• Δ 127. 22 From here
  Here's the bottom of the stack. We joke that all of our water is laced in forgotten beast blood, so many have died here. - Tharis

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• Fortress Name: Fountainnotch
• Map Year: 136 Early Winter
• Author: Tharis
• Submitted by: Tharis
• Date Added: 12/09/2014