28th Timber, 1053. Chronicle of Mosus Lulârber, Dwarven Baby

It is now late autumn. I've grown to be a child playing with adamantine strands and wafers. We've mined the first of adamantine and I've ordered special rooms to be built so the metalsmiths could strand, smelt and forge undisturbed.

We also have an elected mayor now, our cook Noman Mengusen.

And again, migrants. I'd say we're well off for the winter.



Entrance level. Pretty much the same, though I've added dog cages to the Kennels.



Storage for the workshops and on the right... our light blue gold! Also living space for our delicate dwarven leaders, mined from magnetite.



Housing for the less choosy. In one of the dining rooms you can find the single most expensive thing in Idashled: Sazirnilun Mangròdogtum, the definitive platinum table!



The stuff dreams are made of.