Finally got around to it!
An overview of our stuff. I later got rid of the Plump Helmets, so I could get more booze.
Welcome to your new home!! MWHAHAHAAHAAA!!
I kid, actually, it's here:
And we're off!
After months of travel through the wilderness, the Expedition arrives:
Unfortunately, everyone got utterly smashed directly before the naming ceremony, resulting in... well, at least it's better than "Goatsnuggles".
Starglider and Pezook start off mining immediately, hoping to strike an underground river. Meanwhile the others mill around by the entrance. I later got the woodcutter (forgot who that is
) chopping down some trees. The farmers, mason and mechanic/craftsdwarf later busied themselves with hauling stone to a huge stockpile right outside the entrance.
Had a bit too much to drink, eh?
Pezook has gained a level of experience! Woot! I narrowed the shaft into the mine, so the dwarves would reach the water sooner.
Soon Starglider follows in Pezook's footsteps. Meh. Slacker.
Work proceeds normally, with the miners exchanging such banter as:
Starglider: I think I can hear water. Maybe we should stop digging.
Pezook: Shut up.
...
Starglider: I think I can hear water rushing. Maybe we should stop digging.
Pezook: Shut up.
...
Starglider: Yeah, that's definitely water. Maybe we should stop digging.
Pezook: Shut up!
...
Starglider: There's water pouring out from a crack in the rock. Maybe we shou-
Pezook: MY GOD, WHAT MOTHERFUCKING PART OF "SHUT UP" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!?!?!?
*swings pickaxe at wall in frustration*
Oh shit.
The other dwarves later found Starglider babbling incoherently near the entrance. Deeper inside, there was a corpse. A dwarven corpse.
After application of large amounts of medicinal alcohol and several heavy whaps on the head with the Hammer of Snap Out Of It-age, Starglider was able to say that Pezook's last words to him were to "Get out, I'll hold it off. He was last seen furiously swinging his pickaxe at the deluge of water in a rage.
The other dwarves unanimously agreed to name the hallway after Pezook, once it was finished. He was also to be entombed in a mausoleum nearby the hallway, so that all who passed through it would be reminded of his sacrifice. Those that weren't drunk blind, that is.
Sadly, now is not the time to mourn. Pezook will be interned in a temporary grave, until the farms are running. Then, a mausoleum fit of one who died battling the evil water, second only to trees and elves in the hatred of the dwarves will be constructed for the passed.
Work slowly picks up and... hey, what's going on? Why aren't yo-
Oh.
So passes the first working day at Keyruled.