Dwarf Fortress Succesion: The Revival
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Sign me up for a turn, I'm pretty novice as far as this game goes but I do know my way around it well enough to keep from running the place into the ground.
Hmm...*opens the adorable apple savegame*
I've traded for some Steel armor bits.
You are protected by:
a Iron plate mail
a Steel cap
a Steel helm
Iron gauntlets (with blood splatters)
a Iron Shield (goblin blood covered)
Iron greaves (goblin blood covered)
Iron boots (blood, vomit, ichor covered/splattered)
And attack is the best defense, so: a goblin blood covered warhammer
Also some worn off leather/pigtail clothing underneath, but it's not worth the bother of listing it up.
After all I think we (rather you, because I am a noble, so screw this! My guard wolf will protect me! *Runs away screaming and goes hiding in a cabinet*) stand a good chance against that dragon with those new marksdwarves.
I've traded for some Steel armor bits.
You are protected by:
a Iron plate mail
a Steel cap
a Steel helm
Iron gauntlets (with blood splatters)
a Iron Shield (goblin blood covered)
Iron greaves (goblin blood covered)
Iron boots (blood, vomit, ichor covered/splattered)
And attack is the best defense, so: a goblin blood covered warhammer
Also some worn off leather/pigtail clothing underneath, but it's not worth the bother of listing it up.
After all I think we (rather you, because I am a noble, so screw this! My guard wolf will protect me! *Runs away screaming and goes hiding in a cabinet*) stand a good chance against that dragon with those new marksdwarves.
When we last left our heroes things were swell; I began construction of a fortress wall, I mined stuff, it was generally quiet...
APART FROM THE FRIGGING DRAGON AT OUR DOORSTEP!
Unfortunately, a child was dangerously close to the mighty beast.
But fear not, as long as it doesn't...
Shit.
Holy crap, did you see how far that dragonfire went?
Oddly enough, the child continues to go on his way, completely unharmed, instantly sprouting a beard from the sheer awesomeness of such a feat. We assume he went home to eat bricks and wrestle bears.
Elves are here, apparently they didn't hear about the dragon; I buy wood and booze from them.
And here come the cavalry, note the child avoiding fire again.
What follows is a crowning moment of pure awesome. Mastersqueak runs at the Dragon.
and drop kicks the foul beast. I repeat: Mastersqueak drop kicked a Dragon, so hard that he injured his own leg.
He then proceeds to layeth the smackdown. I feel sorry for the dragon.
Oh look! His friends are joining in. The Dragon hasn't even attacked yet.
Okay, now they're just playing with it. The Dragon takes blow after blow until it is killed.
The victorious heroes then proceed to strike a heroic pose on the beasts corpse for a few minutes. Seriously, once they were done with it they stood on top of it.
and they head home, for some well deserved R&R. Not once did the Dragon strike them.
Squeak struck the final blow and has been re-titled "Retired ruler and Dragonslayer"
and now we can get back too...
Sweet mercy! Where did they come from?
Once more into the breach my friends. Oh buy the way, that vomit is from the squad.
The squad reach the invaders, squeak manages to deflect a bolt with his hammer, from close range. What did this guy eat today?
A goblin snatcher joins in the fun. Hurrah
Goblins go flying in a shower of blood.
Squeak then strikes two goblins with his hammer with one swing.
From then on, it is a complete blood bath.
It isn't pictured, but the squad send the last goblin flying, then they overtake him and slam him into the ground, reducing his organs to a thick, chunky paste; I'm not sure if that is even possible.
The aftermath, our forces were completely untouched.
I decide to butcher the dragon, for the tasty, tasty dragon meats.
Some thieves go through the trap tunnel, they don't last long
Good news, Dragon meat is delicious. it has become popular with the military, who eat it in the hopes they absorb Squeak's badassery by eating the flesh of his victims.
Oh no! A snatcher!
it attacks and kills a dog.
and a second, though the dog strikes back, severely wounding his lungs.
He tries to escape, but meets Squeak and co.
They proceed to play tennis with his body.
I begin the construction of three guard towers along the wall.
I dig my own room, sometimes you have to do things yourself.
But other than that, the fort is thriving, we beat a Dragon with no casualties; nothing could stop us now...
Except that. SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! THE NOBILITY IS HERE! PRAY FOR A SWIFT DEATH!
Dear Armok, the Baron has immediately promoted himself.
We get lots of useless migrants, so I make most of them Guards, lest the count whines about it.
For some reason, the dogs really like Arni.
We have our first marksdwarf.
Huzzah, I found platinum.
hmm, Dirk Gently has been odd lately, he's engraving pictures of himself engraving.
Lots of lovely iron
I order some coins minted, dwarves do not use maths to track their bank accounts. (Note, ordinarily I wouldn't make coins, but I figured it would make more sense narratively to have them, feel free to melt them if you feel like it on your turn)
We already have some pretty grisly training accidents, no deaths though.
A silly mason got himself stuck.
The Jail is ready!No more hammering!
A dog falls unconscious on a weapon trap and is killed.
Some miasma pops up, because it is on the stairs, it goes down every level
Oh dear.
He claims a forge; hope he makes some armour.
The count's wife mandates the construction of chairs, I don't know why, we have plenty of them.
What?
The wimps, running from a groundhog that cannot reach them
Gently has started to engrave some rather gruesome images in Squeak's room. Still no image of Dragon-kicking though.
The construction begins! That's a lot of material.
And so ends Spring.
A recap:
I construct a perimeter wall with traps.
A Dragon comes.
MasterSqueak takes a level in badass.
BLOODY NOBLES.
APART FROM THE FRIGGING DRAGON AT OUR DOORSTEP!
Unfortunately, a child was dangerously close to the mighty beast.
But fear not, as long as it doesn't...
Shit.
Holy crap, did you see how far that dragonfire went?
Oddly enough, the child continues to go on his way, completely unharmed, instantly sprouting a beard from the sheer awesomeness of such a feat. We assume he went home to eat bricks and wrestle bears.
Elves are here, apparently they didn't hear about the dragon; I buy wood and booze from them.
And here come the cavalry, note the child avoiding fire again.
What follows is a crowning moment of pure awesome. Mastersqueak runs at the Dragon.
and drop kicks the foul beast. I repeat: Mastersqueak drop kicked a Dragon, so hard that he injured his own leg.
He then proceeds to layeth the smackdown. I feel sorry for the dragon.
Oh look! His friends are joining in. The Dragon hasn't even attacked yet.
Okay, now they're just playing with it. The Dragon takes blow after blow until it is killed.
The victorious heroes then proceed to strike a heroic pose on the beasts corpse for a few minutes. Seriously, once they were done with it they stood on top of it.
and they head home, for some well deserved R&R. Not once did the Dragon strike them.
Squeak struck the final blow and has been re-titled "Retired ruler and Dragonslayer"
and now we can get back too...
Sweet mercy! Where did they come from?
Once more into the breach my friends. Oh buy the way, that vomit is from the squad.
The squad reach the invaders, squeak manages to deflect a bolt with his hammer, from close range. What did this guy eat today?
A goblin snatcher joins in the fun. Hurrah
Goblins go flying in a shower of blood.
Squeak then strikes two goblins with his hammer with one swing.
From then on, it is a complete blood bath.
It isn't pictured, but the squad send the last goblin flying, then they overtake him and slam him into the ground, reducing his organs to a thick, chunky paste; I'm not sure if that is even possible.
The aftermath, our forces were completely untouched.
I decide to butcher the dragon, for the tasty, tasty dragon meats.
Some thieves go through the trap tunnel, they don't last long
Good news, Dragon meat is delicious. it has become popular with the military, who eat it in the hopes they absorb Squeak's badassery by eating the flesh of his victims.
Oh no! A snatcher!
it attacks and kills a dog.
and a second, though the dog strikes back, severely wounding his lungs.
He tries to escape, but meets Squeak and co.
They proceed to play tennis with his body.
I begin the construction of three guard towers along the wall.
I dig my own room, sometimes you have to do things yourself.
But other than that, the fort is thriving, we beat a Dragon with no casualties; nothing could stop us now...
Except that. SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! THE NOBILITY IS HERE! PRAY FOR A SWIFT DEATH!
Dear Armok, the Baron has immediately promoted himself.
We get lots of useless migrants, so I make most of them Guards, lest the count whines about it.
For some reason, the dogs really like Arni.
We have our first marksdwarf.
Huzzah, I found platinum.
hmm, Dirk Gently has been odd lately, he's engraving pictures of himself engraving.
Lots of lovely iron
I order some coins minted, dwarves do not use maths to track their bank accounts. (Note, ordinarily I wouldn't make coins, but I figured it would make more sense narratively to have them, feel free to melt them if you feel like it on your turn)
We already have some pretty grisly training accidents, no deaths though.
A silly mason got himself stuck.
The Jail is ready!No more hammering!
A dog falls unconscious on a weapon trap and is killed.
Some miasma pops up, because it is on the stairs, it goes down every level
Oh dear.
He claims a forge; hope he makes some armour.
The count's wife mandates the construction of chairs, I don't know why, we have plenty of them.
What?
The wimps, running from a groundhog that cannot reach them
Gently has started to engrave some rather gruesome images in Squeak's room. Still no image of Dragon-kicking though.
The construction begins! That's a lot of material.
And so ends Spring.
A recap:
I construct a perimeter wall with traps.
A Dragon comes.
MasterSqueak takes a level in badass.
BLOODY NOBLES.
I would like it if we could commend MasterSqueak, I'm not sure how, but dropping kicking a Dragon deserves something.
You can commend me by giving me the armor that blacksmith makes.
Or, if he makes a warhammer, I'll take that too.
Or, if he makes a warhammer, I'll take that too.
Summer began with rainfall. Why is it raining so much here?
The injured royal guard has healed his broken bones; unfortunately, I fear the lung damage is permanent, he keeps falling unconscious at random intervals, so I have to replace him.
Reports come in from the workshops- the blacksmith has completed his construction, I cannot wait to see it; surely it must be armour of the greatest quality, or maybe a weapon that can strike down demons with a single blow...
Oh.
I note that a large number of rooms are not up for rent, an easily correctable administrative mistake.
I begin building some shops, dwarves have to get clothes from somewhere.
My guard towers have been completed, now we have a safe spot for our marksdwaves to fire bolts at our enemies.
Ack! Arni is eating a dog! Nah, just kidding, the dog is on the table, though I would recommend he takes it off, it;s bad hygiene. Also, Arni now has even more dogs follwing him now, he's either paranoid, or has a piece of meat stuck to him, or both.
I think that when we have a decent supply of blocks we shall make a bridge connecting all three guard towers together.
The Humans are here!
A diplomat comes with them, he immediately compliments us, then leaves. It will remain a mystery why he did.
So many wagons...
So much fish...
Apparently, our Trader thinks this is a good time to have a nap, I dispatch the fortress guard with buckets of ice cold water.
I have the trap tunnel channelled open, the miasma was everywhere.
I buy lots of wood, meat and booze from the caravan along with some seeds and metal.
I food stocks swell, I designate some more food stockpile space.
I have to give the count my room, sometimes you have to give stuff up for people above you. It rains.
We have our first training fatality, I have to replace another royal guard.
I designate some more mining space, the miners dig here and only here for a while, despite more important tasks.
But mind you, so do I; it's just so gosh darn nice here.
Also, did you know wagons were creatures? Neither did I.
The coins are completed, Arni carves cows onto the side of them foe some reason.
We find more platinum. Goody.
Wow. Someone sure likes those coins.
The mayor wants some items made of groundhog leather, we only have enough for one item.
I ask for more meat, wood and metal next year.
Two more shops are created. For some reason the exotic clothes shop is the most popular, despite it only selling goblin clothes.
Bye bye humans!
Traces of the dragon battle start to fade. It rains.
The infernal fish keep scaring our masons, disrupting the construction of the wall.
Here is a list of items the Humans want next year for my successor.
You fools! You've trapped me up here! Build a ramp!
we don't get any migrants. It rains.
The count wants some rose gold items, luckily, we can make them.
I feel that our Iron production is inadequate, so I have a third smelter built to smelt iron ore exclusively.
No wonder Squeak beat the dragon, he has max stats and FIVE legendary skills, one of which is masonry.
It rains.
We have struck Bauxite!
Odd, the captain of the guard is still classed as civilian, I rectify that.
What follows is most strange, he goes to pick up an iron longsword, doesn't, moves three paces away, then starts again.
A royal guard claims a craftdwarves workshop. Guess I'll have to replace him. At least he isn't using many materials.
Apparently he has a taste for the dramatic, as a miasma cloud forms as soon as he starts working; poor guy hasn't heard of smoke, has he?
well, that's summer gone; quite uneventful don't you think?
The injured royal guard has healed his broken bones; unfortunately, I fear the lung damage is permanent, he keeps falling unconscious at random intervals, so I have to replace him.
Reports come in from the workshops- the blacksmith has completed his construction, I cannot wait to see it; surely it must be armour of the greatest quality, or maybe a weapon that can strike down demons with a single blow...
Oh.
I note that a large number of rooms are not up for rent, an easily correctable administrative mistake.
I begin building some shops, dwarves have to get clothes from somewhere.
My guard towers have been completed, now we have a safe spot for our marksdwaves to fire bolts at our enemies.
Ack! Arni is eating a dog! Nah, just kidding, the dog is on the table, though I would recommend he takes it off, it;s bad hygiene. Also, Arni now has even more dogs follwing him now, he's either paranoid, or has a piece of meat stuck to him, or both.
I think that when we have a decent supply of blocks we shall make a bridge connecting all three guard towers together.
The Humans are here!
A diplomat comes with them, he immediately compliments us, then leaves. It will remain a mystery why he did.
So many wagons...
So much fish...
Apparently, our Trader thinks this is a good time to have a nap, I dispatch the fortress guard with buckets of ice cold water.
I have the trap tunnel channelled open, the miasma was everywhere.
I buy lots of wood, meat and booze from the caravan along with some seeds and metal.
I food stocks swell, I designate some more food stockpile space.
I have to give the count my room, sometimes you have to give stuff up for people above you. It rains.
We have our first training fatality, I have to replace another royal guard.
I designate some more mining space, the miners dig here and only here for a while, despite more important tasks.
But mind you, so do I; it's just so gosh darn nice here.
Also, did you know wagons were creatures? Neither did I.
The coins are completed, Arni carves cows onto the side of them foe some reason.
We find more platinum. Goody.
Wow. Someone sure likes those coins.
The mayor wants some items made of groundhog leather, we only have enough for one item.
I ask for more meat, wood and metal next year.
Two more shops are created. For some reason the exotic clothes shop is the most popular, despite it only selling goblin clothes.
Bye bye humans!
Traces of the dragon battle start to fade. It rains.
The infernal fish keep scaring our masons, disrupting the construction of the wall.
Here is a list of items the Humans want next year for my successor.
You fools! You've trapped me up here! Build a ramp!
we don't get any migrants. It rains.
The count wants some rose gold items, luckily, we can make them.
I feel that our Iron production is inadequate, so I have a third smelter built to smelt iron ore exclusively.
No wonder Squeak beat the dragon, he has max stats and FIVE legendary skills, one of which is masonry.
It rains.
We have struck Bauxite!
Odd, the captain of the guard is still classed as civilian, I rectify that.
What follows is most strange, he goes to pick up an iron longsword, doesn't, moves three paces away, then starts again.
A royal guard claims a craftdwarves workshop. Guess I'll have to replace him. At least he isn't using many materials.
Apparently he has a taste for the dramatic, as a miasma cloud forms as soon as he starts working; poor guy hasn't heard of smoke, has he?
well, that's summer gone; quite uneventful don't you think?
Autumn began with the completion of the Royal guard's artefact: a sceptre.
The Dwarves must be getting lazy, as miasma pops up throughout the season.
I find that many rooms are unused, due to a ridiculous rent, I try to rectify this by swapping the furniture out for cheaper parts, and it helps, but only a little, the rooms are still expensive, but more dwarves can afford them. I recommend my successor uses parts no more valuable than the ones with ore next to them, i.e. the on highlighted.
Already the economy is playing havoc with our poorer dwarves, look how expensive stone is.
I assign some apprentice masons, to make lower quality items.
I give our engravers something to do, I have the graveyard engraved, unfortunately, rather than images of heroism, they fill the tomb with images of fish killing dwarves, and half of them either focus on the foundation of our fortress, or some great battle between goblins and elves.
Ah, our comrades from the mountainhome are here.
We have run out of coal, I must find some more, or we will depend on wood for fuel.
Since the count's mandate has be fulfilled with one goblet spare, I take one for myself.
The caravans take eight days to get here, perhaps we should make another bridge?
The Broker-instead of trading with the caravan-drinks for three days non-stop, I suspect he is trying to avoid something.
Uh...Zuglar?
ZUGLAR!
ZUGLAR!
I check our food stockpiles, why is it that we have barrels of venom? The mind boggles.
Zuglar finally gets round to trading, we buy meat, fish, booze, wood and some metal.
One of the infernal pike drags a mason down the riverbed. unfortunately, he does not survive.
Grooveflutes? Grooveflutes? A fish murders one of our masons, and we call it Grooveflutes?
I have to remodel the walls because one of the stupid apprentice masons trap themselves.
here's what the dwarves want next year.
I designate more rock for mining, in the hopes we find coal.
...that's a lot of masterpieces
...But how can a fish drown?
I dispatch the army to destroy the fell Grooveflutes. What? You think it's a bit excessive? You sound like a fish sympathiser.
Squeak instantly kills the evil pike, presumably by jumping on it.
Oddly enough, the next thing he does after climbing out of the river is fill his flask.
The tax collector is a git. Why do we never get nice ones.
I now allow fishing in this area of the river, as there are no more pike inhabiting it.
Someone leaves some horse chunks in the butchers to rot.
Egads! Migrants!
I decide to continue my campaign against the demon fish. They think I'm mad, but you'll see, You'll all see; the fish are coming for us, we must strike now!
We will destroy the fish. We will leave none alive!
SUCCESS!
Cursed horse chunks!
The fish ichor flows upstream, as a warning to the other hell-fish, oh yes, we use phsycological warfare against fish now, what are you going to do about it?
Will someone please, please, please dump those horse chunks? It's not hard.
I assign two peasants to only clean up refuse.
Apparently the count is upset, he does not have the best office, Arni, I blame you.
Gee, these fellows certainly have their moods like clockwork.
one of the farms is caked in vomit; ruffage I suppose.
We end Autumn with the artefact being made.
Since the Winter report is late, here are the profiles of the named dwarves, so you can ruin their lives easier.
The Dwarves must be getting lazy, as miasma pops up throughout the season.
I find that many rooms are unused, due to a ridiculous rent, I try to rectify this by swapping the furniture out for cheaper parts, and it helps, but only a little, the rooms are still expensive, but more dwarves can afford them. I recommend my successor uses parts no more valuable than the ones with ore next to them, i.e. the on highlighted.
Already the economy is playing havoc with our poorer dwarves, look how expensive stone is.
I assign some apprentice masons, to make lower quality items.
I give our engravers something to do, I have the graveyard engraved, unfortunately, rather than images of heroism, they fill the tomb with images of fish killing dwarves, and half of them either focus on the foundation of our fortress, or some great battle between goblins and elves.
Ah, our comrades from the mountainhome are here.
We have run out of coal, I must find some more, or we will depend on wood for fuel.
Since the count's mandate has be fulfilled with one goblet spare, I take one for myself.
The caravans take eight days to get here, perhaps we should make another bridge?
The Broker-instead of trading with the caravan-drinks for three days non-stop, I suspect he is trying to avoid something.
Uh...Zuglar?
ZUGLAR!
ZUGLAR!
I check our food stockpiles, why is it that we have barrels of venom? The mind boggles.
Zuglar finally gets round to trading, we buy meat, fish, booze, wood and some metal.
One of the infernal pike drags a mason down the riverbed. unfortunately, he does not survive.
Grooveflutes? Grooveflutes? A fish murders one of our masons, and we call it Grooveflutes?
I have to remodel the walls because one of the stupid apprentice masons trap themselves.
here's what the dwarves want next year.
I designate more rock for mining, in the hopes we find coal.
...that's a lot of masterpieces
...But how can a fish drown?
I dispatch the army to destroy the fell Grooveflutes. What? You think it's a bit excessive? You sound like a fish sympathiser.
Squeak instantly kills the evil pike, presumably by jumping on it.
Oddly enough, the next thing he does after climbing out of the river is fill his flask.
The tax collector is a git. Why do we never get nice ones.
I now allow fishing in this area of the river, as there are no more pike inhabiting it.
Someone leaves some horse chunks in the butchers to rot.
Egads! Migrants!
I decide to continue my campaign against the demon fish. They think I'm mad, but you'll see, You'll all see; the fish are coming for us, we must strike now!
We will destroy the fish. We will leave none alive!
SUCCESS!
Cursed horse chunks!
The fish ichor flows upstream, as a warning to the other hell-fish, oh yes, we use phsycological warfare against fish now, what are you going to do about it?
Will someone please, please, please dump those horse chunks? It's not hard.
I assign two peasants to only clean up refuse.
Apparently the count is upset, he does not have the best office, Arni, I blame you.
Gee, these fellows certainly have their moods like clockwork.
one of the farms is caked in vomit; ruffage I suppose.
We end Autumn with the artefact being made.
Since the Winter report is late, here are the profiles of the named dwarves, so you can ruin their lives easier.
K any suggestion before I run this place into the ground... Kidding but suggestions would still be nice.