Narrator: I added this because I like the goblin's name.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Goblins
Well, it seems I wrote too soon. Another snatcher! And no sooner than the alarm was sounded, the caravan guard chased and murdered the goblin.
Narrator: I added this because I like the goblin's name.
Narrator: I added this because I like the goblin's name.
On Military Effectivenes
Well, that was exciting.
I had received word that a caravan was arriving, so was busy telling people what to bring to the Trade Depot when suddenly the alarm was sounded: A GOBLIN SNATCHER!
I was worried briefly, as the Caravan was nearby, and I didn't want them to get a bad impression of us. As well, Bembul Archfriends has been talking to me lately of a recurring nightmare she has been having since the birth of her son, not long after her swearing in as Mayor. Her dream involved a goblin snatcher arriving and taking her child, and mutilating her. From these dreams, she insisted I allocate more dwarves to militia service, or at least be available to Bembul should the need arise. I readily agreed.
It seems that Bembul's premonition had come true.
It was a short lived attack we suffered, as all of our woodcutters were out and about, collecting wood, and were just answering my summons for all available dwarves to move goods to the depot, when Bembul rallied them in a vicious offense, killing the goblin invader in mere moments. The goblin only managed to travel a few feet before its demise.
Instantly, the people demanded Bembul's continuation as the Mayor. Well deserved, I say.
The caravan were....surprised, but well pleased. We proceeded to engage in trade in which I loaded them down with well fashioned mugs and masterwork meals by our cook, Lashchampion. I am taking every useful metal implement and cheap log I can get.
I had received word that a caravan was arriving, so was busy telling people what to bring to the Trade Depot when suddenly the alarm was sounded: A GOBLIN SNATCHER!
I was worried briefly, as the Caravan was nearby, and I didn't want them to get a bad impression of us. As well, Bembul Archfriends has been talking to me lately of a recurring nightmare she has been having since the birth of her son, not long after her swearing in as Mayor. Her dream involved a goblin snatcher arriving and taking her child, and mutilating her. From these dreams, she insisted I allocate more dwarves to militia service, or at least be available to Bembul should the need arise. I readily agreed.
It seems that Bembul's premonition had come true.
It was a short lived attack we suffered, as all of our woodcutters were out and about, collecting wood, and were just answering my summons for all available dwarves to move goods to the depot, when Bembul rallied them in a vicious offense, killing the goblin invader in mere moments. The goblin only managed to travel a few feet before its demise.
Instantly, the people demanded Bembul's continuation as the Mayor. Well deserved, I say.
The caravan were....surprised, but well pleased. We proceeded to engage in trade in which I loaded them down with well fashioned mugs and masterwork meals by our cook, Lashchampion. I am taking every useful metal implement and cheap log I can get.
Temporary
This post is temporary, to let people pick their Dwarf.
Sean et all : Pick any dwarf whose first name does not have "" around it (those are taken). You can see what they have skill in (per legend on the right) and what tasks I have them assigned to (purple'd square). Let me know a dwarf, and I can post their details (example on the top right) so you can pick one :)
Sean et all : Pick any dwarf whose first name does not have "" around it (those are taken). You can see what they have skill in (per legend on the right) and what tasks I have them assigned to (purple'd square). Let me know a dwarf, and I can post their details (example on the top right) so you can pick one :)
Saturday, May 1, 2010
On Life
Good afternoon, it is I, your narrator.
I apologize for skipping ahead, but this is a story which needed to be told. The events in this story DID take place in my fortress, however the save seemed to have gotten lost, so I resumed from my previous checkpoint. Read on if you have not yet done so, or, if you have read this post, skip to the end for the modifications.
This is the story of Bembul "Archfriends" Rovodbabin.
Bembul arrived with the first shipment of migrants, and, as the only dwarf with even the least proficiency with battle, I made her the Militia Commander, and the one and only member of the militia.
Originally, this was needed as possible protection against the threatening Hippo masses, however they left long ago and have not returned. After well over a year of easy times and good peace, many citizens criticized me for continuing to keep Militia duty as her priority, which often found her with idle time while most were busy.
Through her compassion and love of helping others, she came to be accepted by most residents. Shortly thereafter, Erith "Brimoar" Kakdalmebzuth (a newly migrated peasant put to work on small menial tasks, such as farming and stockpiling) fell in love with her, and they wed. Together with Bembul, he had a daughter named Sigun "Silverbird" Rallanlar, and carried on with his life.
9 months later, and it is the 24th Opal of 1052. Ustuth Sazirtirist leaves his fey mood and is stricken by melancholy, refusing to speak about what he was trying to craft. I regretfully give Bembul the order to kill him if he attacks as Sazir had done in a fit when unable to craft his inspiration.
19 days later, on the 15th of Obsidian, Erith is conscripted to the Engravers during the Carving of the Hall. Many idlers were shown the basics of smoothing stone, and those that were found to have skill for it were tested for detail work. This promotion will give their family status, and assist with their priority for upgraded quarters.
This same day, the 15th of Obsidian, a goblin snatcher appeared, and Bembul is called to defend the citizenry. It took far longer than it should have, but finally Bembul was able to confront the goblin, and a fierce battle ensued. Bembul lost a hand, and took several other large cuts and wounds, but managed to survive.
The goblin, however, stole HER child (little baby Sigun "Silverbird" Rallanlar!) and escaped into the gloom of midnight, heavily wounded. The loss of her child deeply affected Bembul, turning her into a beast.
Not long after, on the 27th Opal, 1052, a goblin attacked the town. Not much is known, only that a puppy died, and Bembul chased off the goblin.
Then another arrived, and again she chased them off. Then another, and another, each chased away by her ferocity. A dead stray dog was found after one of these fights.
After the 4rd wave of single goblins, Bembul went to her room to recover, and promptly had a baby girl (Wallvessels), when suddenly the alarm sounded, and a 5th goblin attacked! Again, not much is known, and again the goblin escaped, leaving an arm behind; Bembul, her newly born daughter cradled in her remaining hand looked after the retreating goblin from the roof of Dance.
Ground Level spread, with southeastern Dance Hill roof overlay
2nd level, Dance Hall
3rd level
Bembul Archfriends
Baby Wallvessels
Neither Wallvessels nor Silverbird have ever met anyone.
~Dwarf Fortress~
~Narration: We continue, with the current save~
Bembul Archfriends gasped loudly, suddenly awake, sweating between her sheets. Erith Brimoar, her husband rolls over, studying her.
"Are you allright, dear?" He asks
"Yes" replies Bembul. "It was that dream again. It scares me every time."
He comforts her, and makes sure their newborn son and 1 year old daughter are safely in bed. She had been having this dream since she was made mayor.
I apologize for skipping ahead, but this is a story which needed to be told. The events in this story DID take place in my fortress, however the save seemed to have gotten lost, so I resumed from my previous checkpoint. Read on if you have not yet done so, or, if you have read this post, skip to the end for the modifications.
This is the story of Bembul "Archfriends" Rovodbabin.
Bembul arrived with the first shipment of migrants, and, as the only dwarf with even the least proficiency with battle, I made her the Militia Commander, and the one and only member of the militia.
Originally, this was needed as possible protection against the threatening Hippo masses, however they left long ago and have not returned. After well over a year of easy times and good peace, many citizens criticized me for continuing to keep Militia duty as her priority, which often found her with idle time while most were busy.
Through her compassion and love of helping others, she came to be accepted by most residents. Shortly thereafter, Erith "Brimoar" Kakdalmebzuth (a newly migrated peasant put to work on small menial tasks, such as farming and stockpiling) fell in love with her, and they wed. Together with Bembul, he had a daughter named Sigun "Silverbird" Rallanlar, and carried on with his life.
9 months later, and it is the 24th Opal of 1052. Ustuth Sazirtirist leaves his fey mood and is stricken by melancholy, refusing to speak about what he was trying to craft. I regretfully give Bembul the order to kill him if he attacks as Sazir had done in a fit when unable to craft his inspiration.
19 days later, on the 15th of Obsidian, Erith is conscripted to the Engravers during the Carving of the Hall. Many idlers were shown the basics of smoothing stone, and those that were found to have skill for it were tested for detail work. This promotion will give their family status, and assist with their priority for upgraded quarters.
This same day, the 15th of Obsidian, a goblin snatcher appeared, and Bembul is called to defend the citizenry. It took far longer than it should have, but finally Bembul was able to confront the goblin, and a fierce battle ensued. Bembul lost a hand, and took several other large cuts and wounds, but managed to survive.
The goblin, however, stole HER child (little baby Sigun "Silverbird" Rallanlar!) and escaped into the gloom of midnight, heavily wounded. The loss of her child deeply affected Bembul, turning her into a beast.
Not long after, on the 27th Opal, 1052, a goblin attacked the town. Not much is known, only that a puppy died, and Bembul chased off the goblin.
Then another arrived, and again she chased them off. Then another, and another, each chased away by her ferocity. A dead stray dog was found after one of these fights.
After the 4rd wave of single goblins, Bembul went to her room to recover, and promptly had a baby girl (Wallvessels), when suddenly the alarm sounded, and a 5th goblin attacked! Again, not much is known, and again the goblin escaped, leaving an arm behind; Bembul, her newly born daughter cradled in her remaining hand looked after the retreating goblin from the roof of Dance.
Ground Level spread, with southeastern Dance Hill roof overlay
2nd level, Dance Hall
3rd level
Bembul Archfriends
Baby Wallvessels
Neither Wallvessels nor Silverbird have ever met anyone.
~Dwarf Fortress~
~Narration: We continue, with the current save~
Bembul Archfriends gasped loudly, suddenly awake, sweating between her sheets. Erith Brimoar, her husband rolls over, studying her.
"Are you allright, dear?" He asks
"Yes" replies Bembul. "It was that dream again. It scares me every time."
He comforts her, and makes sure their newborn son and 1 year old daughter are safely in bed. She had been having this dream since she was made mayor.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Surprise!
One of the new miners took over one of the outdoor mason shops. He has produced a beautiful item.....
A Good Day
We have had a very productive few weeks. With all of the labor available we have taken stock of many of the minerals available to us, completed the tunnel under the river, secured additional exits, and sorted most of our raw materials.
Many of the migrants have useful professions, and we put them to work immediately.
Our original Mason, Crowning, has been creating some great works to adorn the halls and living quarters. His latest masterpiece is a statue of myself.....I had it displayed at our front entrance with a garden.
I held a party to celebrate our successes at this statue today, and while we celebrated, one of the new miners was taken by a few mood. We'll see what joy this brings....
Many of the migrants have useful professions, and we put them to work immediately.
Our original Mason, Crowning, has been creating some great works to adorn the halls and living quarters. His latest masterpiece is a statue of myself.....I had it displayed at our front entrance with a garden.
I held a party to celebrate our successes at this statue today, and while we celebrated, one of the new miners was taken by a few mood. We'll see what joy this brings....
On Water
With the raw manpower and abuse of the power to force new arrivals into manual labor, we have finally cleared the water out of the "farm" rooms, and have begun to grow a variety of crops. While many objected to the....assignment of tasks, many have now settled into the job they wish to perform. With any luck, we'll be able to start making better quarters for all of us to live in.
A Well
Shortly after our well was installed, a merchant caravan came to visit us. Quickly, we established a trade depot, and promptly did no trading.
It seems that somehow they were impressed by our home (it's not like I showed them the "farms", only letting them know that certain locations were forbidden), and news of the wealth of minerals has spread.
Migrants have begun streaming in, and we have been struggling to accommodate. Most of them I have told to move various stones to various locations, keeping them busy until I can interview them and find out where their specialties lie. For now, though, easy labour is quite nice, and many workshops have sprung up to handle the demand.
I will continue my plan to dig us to the other side of the river, though we have located some good minerals.
Hopefully we can get some forges up soon and make mining picks, so I can put more of these guys to real work. MunnyBrun and Under are getting tired of the constant work.
It seems that somehow they were impressed by our home (it's not like I showed them the "farms", only letting them know that certain locations were forbidden), and news of the wealth of minerals has spread.
Migrants have begun streaming in, and we have been struggling to accommodate. Most of them I have told to move various stones to various locations, keeping them busy until I can interview them and find out where their specialties lie. For now, though, easy labour is quite nice, and many workshops have sprung up to handle the demand.
I will continue my plan to dig us to the other side of the river, though we have located some good minerals.
Hopefully we can get some forges up soon and make mining picks, so I can put more of these guys to real work. MunnyBrun and Under are getting tired of the constant work.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
A Strange Kind of Cook
Well, this has been an interesting turn of events. Many of the migrants have proven quite useful. Now I have enough people to clear out rooms, move things in out of the rain. Things have been getting done pretty quickly.
-I spoke too soon. Not a moment after I finished my entry the cook we recently acquired claimed a mechanist workshop. She has been babbling about our heroic efforts in founding this "Dance".
-Well then. In her god-inspired crafting of a mechanism for a well, she named it "Dance Machine".
-Once she left her trance, she looked about and asked if we had a well yet, and noted she would very much like to drink from a well.
-I ordered a well made.
-I spoke too soon. Not a moment after I finished my entry the cook we recently acquired claimed a mechanist workshop. She has been babbling about our heroic efforts in founding this "Dance".
-Well then. In her god-inspired crafting of a mechanism for a well, she named it "Dance Machine".
-Once she left her trance, she looked about and asked if we had a well yet, and noted she would very much like to drink from a well.
-I ordered a well made.
Migrants
So, migrants have arrived. This answers some questions, but causes us to pose more.....
We now know what we were sent here to make. A dance hall. For elves. I told them that they got the right place, but that we aren't making a dance hall. No fuckin way. Right now, we're making a water hall, see? So, now that you're here you can either help us try to survive here, or guide us out of here.
Turns out that we didn't get a very satisfactory answer.
They didn't know the way back home. It seems that they were slowly realizing that they had been developing large blank spaces in their memory.
So. Something around here is the cause.
We now know what we were sent here to make. A dance hall. For elves. I told them that they got the right place, but that we aren't making a dance hall. No fuckin way. Right now, we're making a water hall, see? So, now that you're here you can either help us try to survive here, or guide us out of here.
Turns out that we didn't get a very satisfactory answer.
They didn't know the way back home. It seems that they were slowly realizing that they had been developing large blank spaces in their memory.
So. Something around here is the cause.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Water Issues
So, my previous entries appear to have been affected by the recent water issues. We had been digging out spare rooms for additional farms, as the initial experiment worked, when we experienced some leaking. As we were unable to get rid of enough water, the rooms slowly flooded, so we built some extra rooms and tried to channel/spread the water out to those and use them all for farms.
As the water levels continued to rise, we tried digging a passage directly to the outside, but even that could not empty the flow. Multiple rooms and 3 separate passages to the outside were created in this debacle, and fortunately only some....brand new bedroom was....affected. In any case, we have successfully contained the water....now we just need to wait for the water to....exit the tunnels, and we will be able to block off further wetness and begin to use the space for ...farming.
As the water levels continued to rise, we tried digging a passage directly to the outside, but even that could not empty the flow. Multiple rooms and 3 separate passages to the outside were created in this debacle, and fortunately only some....brand new bedroom was....affected. In any case, we have successfully contained the water....now we just need to wait for the water to....exit the tunnels, and we will be able to block off further wetness and begin to use the space for ...farming.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
On Work and Labour
So I've started layout out areas for all sorts of shit.
Put wood here, put a farm there. Make some doors and put them up to keep out the mice. You know, the usual stuff.
Some of these guys aren't bad dudes, but sometimes it seems like I'm the only one wondering if we'll survive should winter arrive.
Fuck these guys.
Put wood here, put a farm there. Make some doors and put them up to keep out the mice. You know, the usual stuff.
Some of these guys aren't bad dudes, but sometimes it seems like I'm the only one wondering if we'll survive should winter arrive.
Fuck these guys.
Gone
All gone.
Last night, while we kept watch on them, the hippos slid back into the river and dived. When they failed to surface after a good half hour, we went to investigate. Much to our surprise, they are gone.
We checked all of the other locations along the river, carefully.
The hippos are all gone.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!
The carp remain, so there is still danger. We will not be taken unaware!
Last night, while we kept watch on them, the hippos slid back into the river and dived. When they failed to surface after a good half hour, we went to investigate. Much to our surprise, they are gone.
We checked all of the other locations along the river, carefully.
The hippos are all gone.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!
The carp remain, so there is still danger. We will not be taken unaware!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I'm watching you
Well, we've decided to build a temporary shelter and food supply in Dance, though I would much rather be digging in the western hill. But fuck me if I'm going to try and get all of these supplies over that river.
The hippos are watching us.
They are waiting for their chance to crush us, or swallow us whole, I know it.
Not on my watch. Most of us are busy with tasks I've assigned. Me, I am in charge of watching the giant fleshy menaces that have started to emerge from the river. I've assigned our miners to start planning for stable construction. We'll dig out some temporary rooms in Dance as planned, then tunnel UNDER the river!
The hippos are watching us.
They are waiting for their chance to crush us, or swallow us whole, I know it.
Not on my watch. Most of us are busy with tasks I've assigned. Me, I am in charge of watching the giant fleshy menaces that have started to emerge from the river. I've assigned our miners to start planning for stable construction. We'll dig out some temporary rooms in Dance as planned, then tunnel UNDER the river!
Farms and Floods for Food
Well, it seems like Munny Brun Galleycontrol had a good idea; He'd found that there was a lake on top of Dance Hill that looked reasonably deep, and suggested that we could dig through and flood a room to use as a farm, at least for now. It seems to be working, so far.
I think for now, we will make the Dance entrance our temporary shelter until we can make something better.
I think for now, we will make the Dance entrance our temporary shelter until we can make something better.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
SHIT
SHIT.
FUCK shit SHIT.
So, I took a look at the river.
Hippos. Lots of them. I've marked them on the map with red.
And even worse, I saw CARP. I don't know why, but these fish fill me a sense of dread and abject terror.
What did I do to deserve this crap?
Well, time to make a decision. We need more than a home.....we need a fortress.
FUCK shit SHIT.
So, I took a look at the river.
Hippos. Lots of them. I've marked them on the map with red.
And even worse, I saw CARP. I don't know why, but these fish fill me a sense of dread and abject terror.
What did I do to deserve this crap?
Well, time to make a decision. We need more than a home.....we need a fortress.
The Valley
So, I checked out this valley. It isn't so bad. Some small ponds, lots of trees. There are two hills, east and west. A river runs through this valley between them. I took a quick look at the hills, and figure that the Eastern hill with our "Dance" entryway will be worked on cautiously, in case whatever happened to us was caused by something over there.
I will name the Eastern hill "Dance".
Now, the western hill is very interesting. A large variety of minerals are present, and it seems like it would make for much more stable construction. I'll have to choose a good location for our home there.
Between the seven of us, I think we have a pretty good map of the area.
I will name the Eastern hill "Dance".
Now, the western hill is very interesting. A large variety of minerals are present, and it seems like it would make for much more stable construction. I'll have to choose a good location for our home there.
Between the seven of us, I think we have a pretty good map of the area.
Taking Stock
So, I'm going to go about this methodically. There are seven of us, including myself. We all have vague memories of our past, yet clear memory of our ages and dates of birth. I know, for example, that two of my companions are friends, and the rest are long-term acquaintances. Amnesia sucks.
It seems, at least, that whomever prepared for whatever we were to do here planned well. My "crew" is as follows:
Popo Amostosram (Townfortune): A fisher
Under Avuzonrel (Mineexits): A miner
Munny Brun Eguldegel (Controlgalley): A miner
Creamy Ducimudar (Workedrained): A stonecrafter
Crowning Endokshorast (Atticwire): A mason
Burning Erithcudist (Laborscalds): A woodworker
and myself, Frumpy Titthallor (Playtools): expedition leader
How the hell did I get myself into this?
Well....next is our supplies.
We have two tame dogs and a tame horse.
The best news is that we have a good amount of food supplies, and it seems as though we came prepared to setup underground living quarters. I'll have to do some exploring to see if the "Dance" entryway is a good location or not. Time to see what else this valley holds.
It seems, at least, that whomever prepared for whatever we were to do here planned well. My "crew" is as follows:
Popo Amostosram (Townfortune): A fisher
Under Avuzonrel (Mineexits): A miner
Munny Brun Eguldegel (Controlgalley): A miner
Creamy Ducimudar (Workedrained): A stonecrafter
Crowning Endokshorast (Atticwire): A mason
Burning Erithcudist (Laborscalds): A woodworker
and myself, Frumpy Titthallor (Playtools): expedition leader
How the hell did I get myself into this?
Well....next is our supplies.
We have two tame dogs and a tame horse.
The best news is that we have a good amount of food supplies, and it seems as though we came prepared to setup underground living quarters. I'll have to do some exploring to see if the "Dance" entryway is a good location or not. Time to see what else this valley holds.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Dance
I....don't know. None of us do... All we have is the supplies we brought with us, and all we know is that we don't remember anything. Nothing about where we are from, why we are here, what we are doing. We remember nothing of our families or our past.
What we have found is less than helpful.
It seems that I am the leader of an expedition to build....something, here. Our only clue is a word carved above the entryway "Dance". Now, as a Dwarf, this is an odd thing to have, as we are not a dance-y folk. Perhaps we were hired to build something, who knows?
I guess I need to take stock of this bizarre situation and try to figure out if there is any more information. One of the Dwarfs with me suggested I keep a journal, to try and organize thoughts to help figure out what we have forgotten.
....I just don't know.....
What we have found is less than helpful.
It seems that I am the leader of an expedition to build....something, here. Our only clue is a word carved above the entryway "Dance". Now, as a Dwarf, this is an odd thing to have, as we are not a dance-y folk. Perhaps we were hired to build something, who knows?
I guess I need to take stock of this bizarre situation and try to figure out if there is any more information. One of the Dwarfs with me suggested I keep a journal, to try and organize thoughts to help figure out what we have forgotten.
....I just don't know.....
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