Breadbowl
(http://i.imgur.com/zbGZetb.jpg?1)
King Sibrek Logemtad has eaten one plump helmet roast too many and decided that the dwarven kingdom needs better food. His highness, being both merciful and pragmatic, summoned 7 dwarfs whose skills were of minimal use to a fully equipped mountain home. He then justly sentenced them to hammering for being useless and cluttering up the palace with their bodies.
However, in a truly magnamonous display of kindness, he granted these unrepentant layabouts a reprieve on the condition that they embark to a fertile location and start growing, gathering and farming every type of food imaginable. Understandably, being fond of their natural head shape, the 7 agreed.
As they left, the king confided in them that should they succeed, and the king find his larders stocked with much delicious rare food, they would not find him ungrateful...
This started out as a simple 2-week 1-year succession fort with a goal: export as much quantity and variety of food and drink as possible.
It has since become the ongoing saga of a peaceful (by dwarven standards) farming settlement, thriving unexpectedly on the surface in a world beset by war, beasts and tragedy. But nothing lasts forever, and Breadbowl has more enemies than most...
Rules
* Trade all your food and drink to every caravan. The elves and humans are considered couriers delivering to the Mountainhome. After every trade, you should have no prepared food or drink left.
- (Obvious exception: you can't trade wooden barrels to elves)
* No buying food from the caravan. You'll need to produce your food, not buy it.
* Underground crops are not allowed.
- Enclosed crops (aboveground crops underneath some sort of roof) are allowed, on one condition: the roof must be made of clear glass. This is likely to be a worthwhile investment despite the cost of clear glass, as it's quite possible an ill-timed siege could starve you out.
* Report how much food you trade each time. I'll keep a running tally in this post.
- For plot purposes, our goal is to feed every dwarf of The Old Nets, consisting of ~3570 dwarves.
- Per the wiki, each dwarf consumes 2 food, 4 drink per season. Therefore our Ultimate Production Goal is a bit shy of 30,000 food, 60,000 drink per year. (values subject to revision if The Old Nets population changes)
The trading process
After some 'sperimentation, this is the easiest way I've found to trade everything required and get an accurate count on how much you exported:
First off, move everything to the depot before you even attempt to trade. This includes:
* Everything in the drinks page. Say goodbye to your boozepile.
* There is no food page, so do a search for both "roast", and "prepared food", and trade everything under both searches. I've you make any biscuits or meals, trade those too.
Once everything is moved, visit the stocks screen to calculate your output. It will be as follows:
(http://i.imgur.com/2jNgYcg.png)
This definately worked for my original trade (I double checked against the main stocks screen for drink and the numbers in the trade depot for food), but if any future trades prove it in error, I'll update this methodology.
Finally, perform the trade itself. Trade everything in one hit. Don't worry about getting a good price: you won't need it. Stacks of roasts are very expensive anyway, and with the sheer number we'll be trading they'll give us anything we ask for and still leave suffering paroxysms of ecstasy.
Don't get too greedy though, lest the game suffer fps death from all the useless stuff they bring us.
More general rules
Turns
- Duration: 1 year or 2 weeks, whichever comes first.
- Turns will be skipped if you fail to respond or stop updating.
- Extensions past the 2-week point will be granted if you put a lot of work into high-quality updates.
Graphics
- You can use graphics sets, but for convenience's sake the save should always be converted back to ASCII when passing turns.
Exploits
- You can use your own judgement on what is and is not an exploit, but stay away from obvious hacks like danger rooms. Maintain the suspension of disbelief!
Editing the RAWs/Using DFHack
- Using utilities to simplify the game or recover FPS is fine. Anything the LazyNewbPack does by default is fine.
- Check with me if there's any doubt. I'll sign off on making creatures war-trainable or increasing merchant animals carrying capacity.
- Anything that involves changing dwarf stats or killing specific targets is cheating and thus completely unacceptable. Same goes for fastdwarf, reveal-all, etc.
Savescumming
- Savescumming is more acceptable here than in many forts, since Breadbowl doesn't run on chaos and mismanagement the way other forts do. But don't overuse it: from a narrative standpoint, the occasional massacre or accidental drowning is a good thing.
Goals
* feed every dwarf of The Old Nets.
* farms for every type of above-ground crop.
* separate pastures for every type of animal we have (more than one of) on the site
- (Exception: we can have a 'misc' pasture for animals we only have one of, but try not to mix the giant predator's with the adorable grazers)
* breeding programs for as many different types of meats as possible, with special emphasis on rare, non-domestic varieties. Do good by the elves: you'll want them to bring as many animals as possible.
* cover as much surface area as possible with farms, pastures, roads and buildings.
For dorfing or a turn, ask and ye shall recieve.
TURN LIST
Quasar - Year 1 - A Farm Founded
Traded - 125 food, 324 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Prologue - Embark Site (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6444713#msg6444713)
Arrival (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6446438#msg6446438)
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6446683#msg6446683)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6446779#msg6446779)
Autumn Caravan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6446991#msg6446991)
Autumn (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6447103#msg6447103)
Start of Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6447211#msg6447211)
End of Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6447417#msg6447417)
Interlude - History (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6450891#msg6450891)
Neblime - Year 2 - A Thief Killed, A Beast Hidden
Traded - 770 food, 1593 drink, ☼170917 - Total
Milestone reached: 1000 booze!
Full Year Report (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6471664#msg6471664)
Interlude - The Founders (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6472010#msg6472010)
Interlude - Other notable dwarves (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6471922#msg6471922)
Bearskie - Year 3 - A Moat Dug, A Baron Named
Traded - 710 food, 3596 drink, ☼125503 - Total
Milestone reached: 3000 booze!
41 food, 46 drinks, ☼4577 - Elven Caravan
471 food, 2711 drink, ☼42301 - Human Caravan
198 food, 839 drink, ☼78625 - Dwarven Caravan
Prologue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6472125#msg6472125)
Mandate 1 - Sort your shit out (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6473722#msg6473722)
Mandate 2 - Total armament project (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6473739#msg6473739)
Spring Caravan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6475212#msg6475212)
Mandate 3 - Apartment Complex (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6476649#msg6476649)
Mandate 4 - Our Military (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6476813#msg6476813)
Mandate 5 - Sentient Refuse Disposal (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6477099#msg6477099)
Mandate 6 - To catch a forgotten beast (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6480775#msg6480775)
Mandate 7 - Landscaping (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6482553#msg6482553)
Autumn Caravan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6483870#msg6483870)
Mandate 8 - Noble Quarters (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6484385#msg6484385)
Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6485889#msg6485889)
Strange Moods & Werebeasts (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6485964#msg6485964)
Interlude - Parallel Breadbowl (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6481543#msg6481543)
Interlude - Letter from the King (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6490105#msg6490105)
SQman - Year 4 - A Wall Built, A Silver Mace Bestowed
Traded - 2688 food, 1151 drink, ☼197729 - Total
Milestone reached: 2000 food!
580 food, 745 drinks - Elven Caravan
0 food, 0 drink - Human Caravan - Drowned
2108 food, 406 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Prologue (Journal Entry) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6489345#msg6489345)
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6493965#msg6493965)
Spring Siege (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6503547#msg6503547)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6508918#msg6508918)
Autumn & Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6517315#msg6517315)
Interlude - Letter from the King (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6518862#msg6518862)
Sanctume - Year 5 - A War Begun, A Farm Defended
Traded - 4391 food, 2303 drink - Total
Milestone reached: 4000 food!
2656 food, 673 drinks - Elven Caravan
1009 food, 1156 drink - Human Caravan
726 food, 474 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Prologue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6533121#msg6533121)
Mandates (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6535909#msg6535909)
Spring Siege of 204
Dramatis Personae: 1 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536376#msg6536376), 2 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536417#msg6536417), 3 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536458#msg6536458), 4 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536733#msg6536733), 5 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536764#msg6536764), 6 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536885#msg6536885), 7 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6537295#msg6537295)
Siege Chapters: 7 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6536637#msg6536637), 8 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6537318#msg6537318), 9 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6537603#msg6537603), 10 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6539792#msg6539792), 11 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6539959#msg6539959), 12 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6541274#msg6541274), 13 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6541566#msg6541566), 14 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6543649#msg6543649), 15 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6545683#msg6545683), 16 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6546296#msg6546296), 17 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6547708#msg6547708).
Siege Epilogue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6547797#msg6547797)
Spring Report (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6549390#msg6549390)
Summer Report (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551471#msg6551471)
Summer Chapters: 21 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551784#msg6551784), 22 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551812#msg6551812), 23 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551830#msg6551830), 24 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551871#msg6551871), 25 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6551912#msg6551912).
Autumn Report (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6555124#msg6555124)
Winter Is Coming (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6557337#msg6557337)
Winds Of Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6559605#msg6559605)
Winter Siege of 240: 29 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6559876#msg6559876), 30 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6563150#msg6563150), 31 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6566824#msg6566824), 32 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6568265#msg6568265).
Plowshares To Swords (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6570145#msg6570145)
Epilogue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6570159#msg6570159)
Interlude - What are you wearing? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6540013#msg6540013) - Photo's (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6541864#msg6541864)
Interlude - More History (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6553434#msg6553434) - "I think we accidentally a World War." (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6555054#msg6555054)
Letter from the King (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6588377#msg6588377)
March of the Hell of Emancipating (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6595707#msg6595707)
Dolwin - Year 6 - A Barracks Constructed, A Hamster Named
Traded - 8486 food, 6948 drink - Total
Milestones reached: 8000 food!, 6000 booze!
110 food, 4925 drinks - Elven Caravan
0 food, 0 drink - Human Caravan - Turned away by Goblins
8376 food, 2023 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Day 1 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6664861#msg6664861)
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6669843#msg6669843)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6674190#msg6674190)
Summers End (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6677562#msg6677562)
Autumn (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6683168#msg6683168)
Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6702336#msg6702336)
ToniK - Year 7 - A Bear Gained, A Manager Lost
Traded - 4988 food, 3039 drinks - Total
2125 food, 1663 drinks - Elven Caravan
1467 food, 336 drinks - Human Caravan
1396 food, 1040 drinks - Dwarven Caravan
Month 1 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6743185#msg6743185)
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6750024#msg6750024)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6757172#msg6757172)
Autumn (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6777272#msg6777272)
Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6803405#msg6803405)
Zuglarkun - Year 8 - A Capitol Named, A Crime Outrage Atrocity Revealed
Traded - 8120 food, 7088 drinks - Total
Milestones reached: 7000 booze!
2382 food, 0 drinks - Elven Caravan
2430 food, 779 drinks - Human Caravan
3308 food, 6309 drinks - Dwarven Caravan
Day 1: Shul-nak becomes overseer. Dies. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6803662#msg6803662)
Day 2: Zuglarkun becomes overseer. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6843491#msg6843491)
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6855536#msg6855536)
Spring 2 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6858989#msg6858989)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6873898#msg6873898)
Summer 2 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6884216#msg6884216)
Autumn (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6892158#msg6892158)
Winter (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6893284#msg6893284)
Winter 2 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6918477#msg6918477)
DDDragoni - Year 9 - An Ex-overseer Punished
Traded - 924 food, 12539 drinks - Total
Milestones reached: 12000 booze!
166 food; 2,344 drinks - Elven Caravan
758 food; 10,195 drinks - Human Caravan
0 food, 0 drink - Dwarven Caravan - Fell in Moat
Prologue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6934948#msg6934948)
1 Granite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6952119#msg6952119)
7 Hematite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg6971634#msg6971634)
- NCommander Takes Over
9 Sandstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7036674#msg7036674)
10 Timber (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7036917#msg7036917)
17 Moonstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7038910#msg7038910)
NCommander - Year 10 - A Farm Burned
Traded - 0 food, 0booze, plenty death and fire - Total
Milestones reached: Fortress incinerated!
0 food; 0 drinks - Elven Caravan - Dragon
0 food; 0 drinks - Human Caravan - Werebeasts
0 food, 0 drink - Dwarven Caravan - Loyalty cascade
Goblins (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7040374#msg7040374)
Elves (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7041428#msg7041428)
Dragon (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7041458#msg7041458)
Everything Burns (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7041643#msg7041643)
Ocean? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7041668#msg7041668)
Werepig (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7042864#msg7042864)
Tantrums (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7044191#msg7044191)
Renegade Traders (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7047681#msg7047681)
Soap (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7050502#msg7050502)
Goblins again (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7050716#msg7050716)
Breadbowl Endures (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7052082#msg7052082)
Gwolfski - Year 11 - Ghost Murder
Traded - unrecorded food, unrecorded booze - Total
Oh dear... (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7060218#msg7060218)
Oh, Elves... (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7064125#msg7064125)
A mysterious engraving (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7067198#msg7067198)
Brief gallery (http://imgur.com/a/Ux1c0)
We had a siege... (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7072667#msg7072667)
TheFlame52 - Year 12 - Complete
Traded - 114 food, 9542drinks - Total
unrecorded food; unrecorded drinks - Elven Caravan
unrecorded food; 5756 drinks - Human Caravan
114 food, 3786 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Opal (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7077155#msg7077155)
Granite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7077715#msg7077715)
Slate (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7078883#msg7078883)
Felsite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7080042#msg7080042)
Felsite (cont) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7081533#msg7081533)
Limestone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7096279#msg7096279)
Sandstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7100519#msg7100519)
Timber (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7103565#msg7103565)
Opal (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7105393#msg7105393)
Migrant - Year 13 - Half Year
Traded - unrecorded food, 5593drinks - Total
unrecorded food; unrecorded drinks - Elven Caravan
unrecorded food; 5593 drinks - Human Caravan
Spring (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7130818#msg7130818)
Summer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7132269#msg7132269)
Luneya - Year 13.5 & Year 14 - Complete
Traded - 7342 food, 5459drinks - Total
Milestones reached: Fortress population halved!
1418 food, 0 drink - Dwarven Caravan
5924 food; 5459 drinks - Elven Caravan
0 food; 0 drinks - Human Caravan - Turned away by goblins
0 food, 0 drink - Dwarven Caravan - Ran away before trade could be completed
Philosopher Overseer (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7181957#msg7181957)
Ethical Dilemma (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7181989#msg7181989)
1 Limestone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7182551#msg7182551)
Dwarven Caravan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7182625#msg7182625)
1 Moonstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7183166#msg7183166)
Years End (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7183900#msg7183900)
Securing the Caverns (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7198973#msg7198973)
Elven Caravan (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7199069#msg7199069)
Forgotten Beast (death) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202207#msg7202207) (1) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202293#msg7202293)
Summer Siege (more death) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202449#msg7202449)
15 Galena (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202645#msg7202645)
11 Limestone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202768#msg7202768)
Migrants (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202906#msg7202906)
Flooding (even more death) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7202965#msg7202965) (1) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7203881#msg7203881)
Years end (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7204013#msg7204013)
TheFlame52 - Year 15 - Complete
Traded - unrecorded food, unrecorded drinks - Total
Granite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7207916#msg7207916)
Elves (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7208095#msg7208095)
Felsite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7210277#msg7210277)
Hematite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7212428#msg7212428)
Malachite (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7214665#msg7214665)
Limestone (siege) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7218115#msg7218115)
Sandstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7221300#msg7221300)
Timber (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7222447#msg7222447)
Moonstone (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7223060#msg7223060)
Opal & Obsidian (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7224595#msg7224595)
Quasar - Year 16 - THUNK!
Traded - 4077 food, 14,668 drinks - Total
Milestones reached: 14000 booze!
2725 food; 1199 drinks - Elven Caravan
1151 food; 12,995 drinks - Human Caravan
201 food, 474 drink - Dwarven Caravan
THUNK TRIPS OVER A LIZARD! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7235973#msg7235973)
THUNK DESTROYS WATER REACTOR AND SAVES BREADBOWL! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7242624#msg7242624)
THUNK DEFEATS SIEGE WHILST ASLEEP! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7243997#msg7243997)
THUNK KEEPS GREAT BIRDIE OUT AND SAVES BREADBOWL AGAIN! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7247152#msg7247152)
THUNK CAPTURES GIANTESS AND FREE'S BREADBOWL FROM TYRANNY OF PANTS! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7260088#msg7260088)
Broseph Stalin - Complete
Traded - 9,112 food, 4,360 drinks - Total
Milestone reached: 9000 food!
0 food; 0 drinks - Elven Caravan - Caravan left without trading
5,894 food; 2,456 drinks - Human Caravan
3,278 food, 1,904 drink - Dwarven Caravan
Hail Czar Kadol, Leader of Breadbowl! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7264316#msg7264316)
Hail (cont.) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7264650#msg7264650)
Moonstone. Breghd? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7265039#msg7265039)
Opal-Granite. Pood (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7265840#msg7265840)
End of Spring or something? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7276414#msg7276414)
Summer, I think (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7290429#msg7290429)
Definitely Autumn. Also Winter. Probably. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7298551#msg7298551)
Bearskie - Partial Turn
Prologue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7476715#msg7476715)
Responsibilities (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7486909#msg7486909)
... sadly, no records exist beyond this point. We do not know what became of the reign of Overseer Murphy as all on-site records were destroyed in The End Of Breadbowl, which took place within the next year.
Quasar - The End Of Breadbowl
Milestones reached: The End
Breadbowls Last Stand (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.msg7562312#msg7562312)
DWARF LIST
You may be redorfed after death, but you'll need to come up with a new name. No resurrections, body-hopping or suspiciously similar distant cousins please.
Civilians
Quasar, Female, Mayor of Breadbowl (QuQuasar) - Dead (dragon) - Founder, Year 1 Overseer
Neblime, Male, Legendary Carpenter (Neblime) - Dead (goblins) - Founder, Year 2 Overseer
Bearskie, Male, Legendary Planter (Bearskie) - Dead (executed for murder) - Founder, Year 3 Overseer
Gwolfski, Male, Duke of Breadbowl (Gwolfski) - Dead (dragon) - Founder
Aristotle, Male, Philosopher (Aristotle)
May, Female, Chief Medical Dwarf (May) - Founder
Psychoangel - Male, Brewer - Custom profession "Le Grand Soaper" - Dead (drowned). - Founder
Hiddenleafguy, Male, Manager (Hiddenleafguy)
Tonnot, Male, Legendary Brewer (Tonnot)
Brassroast, Male, High Master Mason (LordBrassroast)
Illithid, Male, Legendary Armorsmith (Illithid) - Dead (dragon)
Dolwina, Female, Surgeon (Dolwin) - Dead (dragon) - Year 6 Overseer
Bismuth Lad, Male, Rock Collector - Dead (goblins)
ToniK, Female, Medic (ToniK)
Shûl-nak, Male, Legendary Weaponsmith (Shûl-nak)
Blitzgamer, Female, Metalsmith (Blitzgamer)
Darzen, Male, Furnace Operator (DDDragoni)
MoonytheHuman, Male, Crazy Mechanic (MoonytheHuman)
Imic, Male, "Wild Thing" Hammerer (Imic) - Dead (goblins)
Dirk, Female, Miner.
Vutok, Male, Woodcutter.
Murphy, Female, Mayor.
Ivomtad, Male, Grower.
Military
Taupe, Male, Spearmaster, Militia Commander (Taupe) - Founder
Sanctume, Male, Foremost Mace Lord (Sanctume) - Year 5 Overseer
NCommander, Male, Axe Lord, (NCommander) - Dead (goblins) - Year 10 Overseer
LordBrassroast, Female, Spearmaster (LordBrassroast)
Alexis, Female, Swordmaster (Gwolfski) - Dead (forgotten beast Tol Zongospongno)
Fairybrow, Male, Axe Lord (fairy eyebrow)
DDDragoni, Female, Axedwarf - Dead (forgotten beast Licesi Cavejuice)
Vortex, Female, Axe Lord, Militia Captain - Dead (forgotten beast Nokor the Hole of Vomit.)
Murky, Female, Judge Jury and Executioner (Quasar)
Techno, Female, Axe Lord (Pyro)
Angus, Female, Axe Lord (Urist McVoyager) - Dead (treachery)
Crazy Blades, Male, Swordmaster
Zuglarkun, Female, Speardwarf (Zuglarkun) - Went berserk/transcended mortality. Now part of the furniture in the dining room - Year 8 Overseer
Sqman - Male, Marksdwarf - Dead (trolled). - Year 4 Overseer
Pyro, Female, Legendary Furnace Operator (Pyro)
Japa, Male, Great Tracker (Japa)
Browedeyefairy, Female, Skilled Marksdwarf (fairy eyebrow) - Dead (goblins)
Kol Copperweaver, Male, Spearmaster, (TheFlame52)
Gordak, Male, Hammer Lord
Big Sibrek, female, Militia Commander/Axelady
Metalhead 183, male, Axelord
Thunk, male, Doombringer/Axelord.
Quotable Quotes
Moved a few posts down because of character limit...
Did you know you can solve any problem in the world with carpentry?
I am Neblime, the only competent carpenter round here.
where is "here" you might ask? Well we have a royal mandate to produce as much food as possible, and this fort was founded for that purpose exactly, but no one thought how exactly that was going to get back to the mountainhomes, so guess what solved that problem? So much carpentry
in the previous year my regular day looked something like this:
(http://i.imgur.com/GcPZg2U.png)
but finally quasar placed me in charge. About time I say!
As soon as I assumed the leadership one of the masons approached me and asked for an official name change
(http://i.imgur.com/9Qto8wX.png)
I can't understand why a dwarf would want such a ridiculous name.
In spring we had a few kobold theives show up, probably after our lavish meals
(http://i.imgur.com/bjvFarx.png)
I sent a few dwarves to chase them down
(http://i.imgur.com/7XuEfVn.png)
Turns out one of them was a complete coward..
(http://i.imgur.com/Nkr4OlO.png)
remind me never to put him in the militia, which currently consists of taupe, and a poor hapless dwarf chosen to be his training partner.
In an emergency there are 10 or 15 of us prepared to fight, however we are poorly trained.
In any case, I have never even seen a goblin snatcher in this place so I have no fear for now.
A panicked dwarf emerged from the tombs he was smoothing, claiming he heard some ferocious monster in the deeps
(http://i.imgur.com/Tc8GwGX.png)
The solution, as ever was carpentry.
(http://i.imgur.com/RQw9Ujc.png)
A sturdy wooden hatch made by a competent carpenter can hold off even the strongest of beasts.
At about the same time as I noticed we actually had a smeltery of some kind one of the metalsmiths decided to make some grand work of art
(http://i.imgur.com/ZCA4Taf.png)
I was quite excited to begin with, however when I saw he didn't claim any logs I knew it couldn't be anything too useful.
(http://i.imgur.com/fLzH4ew.png)
I don't even know what a round cap is. It doesn't look as good as a helmet
Thol anan reappered in the depths, peeking down through the hatch though he looked somewhat worse for wear.
(http://i.imgur.com/kgBEFu5.png)
it makes me worried, what else could be down there that could hurt a beast made of pure gemstone?
I saw a thrips man today (at least I think it was a man) I looked at him. He looked at me. I realised he was incredibly ugly and set one of the dogs on him.
Turns out being in charge is quite a lot of work, between that and all the carpentry that needs doing. My contributions to breadbowl are the new furniture warehouse, expanded living quarters and the heroic defense against Thol anan.
(http://i.imgur.com/YU0gfck.png)
Total exports for the year:
☼170917
770 units food
1593 units drink
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Neat! Well, while we're on the subject of dorfings, here's the 7 founders:
(http://i.imgur.com/fDwC9Ou.png)
Neblime: Carpenter. Young (54).
A once-thin woman, now bearing "enormous thick layers of fat". Hardly surprising, since she's friends with the head cook. Has a grudge against Gwolfski and May.
Personality-wise, a depressing person to be around. Worships the Queen of the Gods Zefon and the King of Wealth Istrath.
Hates hamsters for some reason.
(http://i.imgur.com/frfSD5o.png)
Taupe: Militia Commander and Spearman. Middle aged (66).
Very thin, inexhaustible and quite strong. Very neatly combed beard, mustache and sideburns. Gets along okay with everyone.
Easily falls in love, values friendship and likes helping others, but is quarrelsome, considers altruism foolish and never shows mercy... so basically, your standard antihero. Worships Tecak, the god of Agriculture, and a rather strange goddess called "Rurack Mirrormystery the Bewildering Cloak", who presides over Mist. I have no idea what to make of her: some sort of grim reaper, maybe?
Also, loathes hamsters. What is it with hamsters?
(http://i.imgur.com/EPyrmrz.png)
May: Bookkeeper, Animal Trainer and Chief Medical Dwarf. Older (76).
Corpulent but agile. Dark skin and long hair tied in a ponytail. Friends with the Quasar, doesn't like Neblime. Worships Berul, the god of fortresses.
Confident under pressure, with a lot of willpower and ability to focus, and brave in the face of danger. Exactly the dwarf to keep a cool head in a crisis, despite being physically weak.
Hates rats. Maybe something there was some sort of horrible rodent-related incident back in the mountainhome and they're all traumatized?
(http://i.imgur.com/GdHn5X4.png)
Quasar: head cook and recently elected mayor. Middle aged (63).
She would be very thin but "bears an enormous lardy burden", and "her hair is clean shaven". I am okay with this! Bald and fat with a great big meat cleaver. Likes everyone except Gwolfski.
She's impartial, confident, can handle stress and keeps things practical, but not very analytical and has poor focus. Worships Tecak the goddess of Agriculture, and Rurack the girl of the mists.
She likes bolts, so she should be good as far as nobles go. Keep your marksdwarves and hunters stocked with ammo and she'll be happy.
(http://i.imgur.com/ysM13ZE.png)
Bearskie: head Planter. Old (78)
Average in size, no real notable features. Like most planters, he's easy to overlook. No grudges, but only May and Psychoangel consider him a friend.
He is completely convinced of his own worthlessness, but combines this with ambition. He *wants* to be better. He's also dumb as a brick, but he has patience and willpower, so... um... good for him. He worships Tecak the goddess of agriculture. Makes sense, he is a farmer afterall.
Hates spiders. Seems fair enough.
(http://i.imgur.com/WrWfTQk.png)
Gwolfski: Woodcutter, mason, mechanic, architect, you get the idea. Old (86)
He is fat and bald, and his hair is just starting to get flecks of grey in it. Has a grudge against both Quasar and Neblime.
He's lazy and has no ambition, and is very calm, trusting and not at all envious. A laid back sort of guy. I'm not sure where those grudges come from. Worship's the gods of wealth and agriculture.
He likes hippo's.
(http://i.imgur.com/DUh0QgG.png)
Psychoangel: Brewer. Young (57)
Corpulent, long mustache and beard. He is good friend to everyone, including Quasar. My enormous lardy burden is contagious, that's what it is.
He doesn't care what others think of him, shares his thoughts with everyone, and is open to changing his mind. Just generally a great guy. Everyone wants to be friends with the brewer. He worships the head goddess and the god of wealth.
He absolutely detests... hamsters. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU ALL? WHAT HAMSTERY HELL HAVE YOU SEEN?!
(http://i.imgur.com/0FtcGKV.png)
The Gods.
Not a bad pantheon, as far as pantheon's go. I really want to know what Rurack's deal is, though. The Girl of Mist. She's creepy.
Mandate #3: Apartment Complex
The People shall build and reside in above-ground dwellings.
We have begun work on a large apartment complex this Slate. When completed, it should be able to house an extra fifty dwarves at least. With any luck, it should also make me the most hated dwarf in Breadbowl.
Listen, I know that dwarves are very attached to the ground. In any normal fortress, the nobles usually get the best rooms hollowed out deep within the earth, while normal citizens usually end up somewhere below the sedimentary layer. Let’s face it though; Breadbowl is no ‘normal fortress’. For Tecak’s sake, we’re the only dwarven settlement that’s been banned from touching underground crops!
So we scavenge, fish, gather from the land. All this is aboveground work. And people simply can’t do aboveground work when they’re puking their guts out every two steps because they’ve spent the last night tucked up in their cozy underground bed holes. Since we came here, the Founders and I have lived in aboveground rooms. We’re not insane (yet), and our beards have not shrivelled. No, the People will move, and it will be for their own good.
(http://i.imgur.com/4OjYtz4.png)
We begin here, extending upwards from the Founder rooms. If it’s any consolation, they will be getting stone rooms. There is a massive mining and masonry undertaking going on in the mines, and blocks are being churned out day and night to keep up with the demand. Dwarven industry at its finest.
(http://i.imgur.com/jUyLm9A.png)
The rooms are made from a combination of jet and rock salt, although the latter is far more abundant the deeper we go. Suits me perfectly fine. Jet’s a dull rock; you barely see it until you trip over it. Rock salt is much brighter, plus you could always scrape some into your dinner. I’m hoping we can find microcline down there. Such a striking mineral.
(http://i.imgur.com/0PvZ9Ya.png)
By Felsite, the bedrooms are functional, but nobody seems to be keen to call dibs. I’ll have to see whether I can get them to move in willingly (read: forceful evacuation).
My plan is to have this section as a home for reputable/important dwarves (read: named dwarves), since half of us Dorfed ones are already living in this section. Also I’ve set the door to internal so I can expand the room size even further until the balcony. It’s a neat little trick to boost the room’s value. Now they have an extra 4 tiles of space + their own door.
(http://i.imgur.com/DJ7sYv0.png)
Next up, the central part of the complex will be built above the dining room. Because of existing flooring, construction is proving to be bloody difficult. They say they have to dismantle the roof to build walls on it, and that takes time. Not to mention the structural instability that it causes….
(http://i.imgur.com/BgTSh1P.png)
Uh oh.
(http://i.imgur.com/cyc4zNr.png)
UH OH.
Right in the dining room, goddamit.
In fact, it punched all the way through the dining room, hospital floor and right into the well.
(http://i.imgur.com/kkCgGSZ.png) (http://i.imgur.com/2veLhgq.png)
Context here, it really is a miracle that only two people suffered real injuries when the cave-in itself knocked out about twenty odd dwarves.
(http://i.imgur.com/YjzRWDh.png)
Unfortunately, it doesn’t hide the fact that those two people are Hiddenleafguy’s wife and baby son, and that they are now swimming with the proverbial fishes in the literal well.
(http://i.imgur.com/R75gWh3.png)
You'd think that the ladydwarf who was just crushed by a heap of falling logs would be pretty well-incapacitated hehe by now. But with superhuman effort, she -UNH- lifts herself one tile upwards and plomps herself onto the ground.
(http://i.imgur.com/Y7v4xqZ.png)
According to the laws of physics though, babies don’t float too well Har har. Hey Quasar, didn’t you say this game was PG-rated?
(http://i.imgur.com/6IFtZpM.png)
*cough* And the thing being, we can’t retrieve the body because it’s an aquifer. Erm. Yeah. That means we’ll have a dead baby in our well. Well muhaha that got dark(er) real quick.
(http://i.imgur.com/iQDMrul.png)
Wait until Hiddenleafguy finds out. I’m sure he’ll share my sense of humour. Or he’ll bash my skull in, not too sure.
I didn’t catch a screenshot, but he literally gave zero fucks. The only bad thought he had was ‘indignant at being forced to endure the decay of a loved one’ since I didn’t bury him. It took him more than three months to feel this, during which his wife had already went through about seven different stages of grief and mourning.
(http://i.imgur.com/2vK0bJj.png)
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Now back to your regularly-scheduled program free of puns and dark humour.
~Tiiiime lapse~ (http://i.imgur.com/zXiTIIx.png)
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It’s taken absolutely forever, but we’ve finally got the quarters operational. Building extensions upstairs should be much easier now, as long as the design matches that of the floor below. A keen eye would notice something – Taupe’s finally getting a roof over his head! To be more exact, he’s getting four rooms over his head. Hope nobody minds the noise.
(http://i.imgur.com/zfRg13E.png)
The third floor finishes in a record one month. It is beautiful. Microcline is love, microcline is life.
(http://i.imgur.com/s2ChKFE.png)
Don’t take my word for it, but those Founder apartments look very Scandinavian.
Bearskie is relieved to have a mandate deadline met recently.
Epilogue
2nd Timber 238
“WAAAAAAAAAA!”
(http://i.imgur.com/qhwx8ET.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/PCI0vMw.png)
Jeez Hiddenleafguy, you’re f-kin incredible.
Incase you haven’t realised, these updates are only vaguely arranged in chronological order; instead I’m grouping them based on undertaken projects. Most of the time I have several separate projects going on concurrently.
Mandate #4: Our Military, O’ Our Military
Pertaining to matters regarding the military of Breadbowl, AKA Taupe and that other guy.
(http://i.imgur.com/IelRKZ3.png)
Let’s get the most important matter out of the way first: the barracks floor has been floored over. Snazzy, eh?
(http://i.imgur.com/beHJO8z.png)
Olon, our legendary armorsmith, got to test his skills when he designed the new uniforms. His craftsdwarfship was truly sublime. Seams of interlocking metal rings, woven together so seamlessly you could barely tell where it ended or started. It was of finer make than I’ve ever seen. Even the mountainhome would struggle to match this.
(http://i.imgur.com/4biLe40.png) (http://i.imgur.com/s5eO8ML.png)
Lastly, we have also TRIPLED our military size, bringing us to a grand total of six soldiers. Together, they look truly formidable in their masterwork armour. These brave, suicidal men-at-arms will defend the liberty of Breadbowl with their very lives! Our enemies shall cower at the mention of the Shafts of Fortifying, masters at stabbing and slashing! They shall flee before the thundering of the Earthen Assaults, who will hack and… operate pumps? I guess those giant corkscrews are pretty damn formidable after all.
Engraved below are the various conquests of Taupe the military of Breadbowl.
In which we learn that Taupe has some serious anger issues.
(http://i.imgur.com/d3Ko3CF.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/ka2RP8Y.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/6zrB4Xt.png)
Pretty cool battle to visualize though.
(http://i.imgur.com/eM2C5e4.png)
First kill again goes to Taupe, who upon receiving the kill order, raced out of the barracks before anyone could even get their armour on and scored a one-hit-kill on the first boar he could find.
(http://i.imgur.com/1zUUXHC.png)
For the record, a giant wild boar is roughly eleven times the size of a dwarf, or roughly three times the size of a troll.
(http://i.imgur.com/cuQgsxu.png)
Look at the rest of these chumps, having to gang up on them 3-to-1. It’s as if they’re scared of being gored through by huge tusks or something.
(http://i.imgur.com/UbS2PxR.png)
Erm. So Taupe’s just been sitting there ashen-faced for the whole day. Literally froze as soon as that giant hamster came barrelling into the dining room. I mean, it wasn’t even particularly threatening. The kids wanted to pet it, but a war dog nommed it to death.
(http://i.imgur.com/HCz94TY.png)
...I wonder what his problem is. Hopefully nobody has the sense to tell him we’re having giant hamster stew for dinner tonight.
(http://i.imgur.com/X8O76rH.png)
Lately, there has been word about some neighbourhood watch program started by SQman; only instead of sticks, they carry around crossbows. I’ll give them a pass this time, but they better not be practicing on my watch. I won’t have some trigger-happy kid wasting our precious bolts to shoot down squirrels.
Bearskie was ambivalent to have a mandate deadline met recently.
Jeez, you guys were absolutely spot-on about the giant hamster stuff going on. Any other predictions that coincidentally might have already happened?
@Quasar: It's going along ;) Always save the best for last eh.
Dwarven Autumn Caravan
(http://i.imgur.com/0Q6k0NL.png)
The caravan arrived the following day, but I remained in bed. Let them take what they want - it was pointless to resist anyway. Psycho’s death was still fresh in my memory. I heard they all went down to the beach to lay a memorial to the three, while I was here drinking gutter creor all night. Gods, what a horrible hangover. Really don’t feel like seeing the sun today.
Then again, I’m still the overseer. Aye, I’ve made some bad decisions maybe. Still, like it or not, I took an oath when I first started to always work towards the good of the fort. That probably doesn’t include hiding out here in the middle of a trade caravan.
Sun’s pretty high up in the sky when I left my room. Even from here, I can see our vast stocks of maize beer and pond turtle biscuits being piled up by the depot. I no longer had the stomach for anger, but I wanted to ask the liaison if she would consider taking fewer goods. Perhaps if I reason it out, she will understand. It takes a long while for us to recover from a trading season; if the king took less, we could produce even more food. A win-win situation.
(http://i.imgur.com/nnf0lva.png)
But the liaison doesn’t want to talk to me, they say. She speaks only to the mayor. Together with Quasar, they are now in her office conducting a lengthy discussion.
(http://i.imgur.com/u5EOqXc.png) (http://i.imgur.com/f7I4ebr.png)
Quasar is a good negotiator, doubtless about that. I trust her fully with the fort’s trade agreements. But I am worried.
(http://i.imgur.com/gR6aQO0.png)
I am worried because I do not know what they are talking about behind these closed doors.
(http://i.imgur.com/f2qR8o5.png)
I do not know what Quasar intends to do.
(http://i.imgur.com/00B6oFF.png)
I really don’t.
They finally emerge at dusk. Both are laughing; they evidently share some sort of camaraderie with each other. Quasar sees me and raises her index finger to her lips, in the eternal gesture of silence. I wonder but I do not ask.
The merchants left that night itself. The Hills of Death was a dangerous place after sundown, but they were to hurry if they wanted to stay on schedule. King Sibrek had decreed that all stocks were to arrive before winter sets in. The caravan guards seemed worthy enough; I hope they defended our goods well. Just before they embarked on their journey, I see Fath giving Quasar a wink.
(http://i.imgur.com/9meyaVA.png)
I do not ask, but I am worried.
198 prepared meals (counting based off trade screen, oddly enough the stocks screen didn’t tally up; maybe I cooked more meals before I took the screenshot)
839 drinks
Value = 78625 Urists
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Migration Wave #3: 23rd Limestone 238
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Back in my room, I find a report on my desk with details about the latest migrants. They arrived along with the caravan this morning, all five of them, and they were surprisingly not useless. I thumbed through the report, noting that one was a fairly decent engraver, the other a practising surgeon, and the next even used to run a leatherworks business. If I were my usual self I’d probably make some snappy remark about each of them, but not this time. They are good dwarves, and their expertise will be a credit to Breadbowl.
Quasar - Come to think of it, that's what I should've done :-\. But I had already played the game by then, and I just saw this as an easy way to pass over the next turn to Gwolfski. Oh well.
Winter
The news broke in the morning. By royal decree, Breadbowl had been declared a barony of the Old Nets by King Sibrek. Gwolfski, of all people, had been made baron. It was a surprise appointment; many had apparently expected Quasar to get it.
It was fairly obvious what that meant for me though. I was soon to be relinquished of my duties, and Gwolfski will take over rule of this fort after the baroning on Obsidian 31st. I’m not too sure how I feel at the moment. Apathetic, I guess. When I first took over I thought I could change things, but now I don’t know anymore. Breadbowl deserves change; it deserves a better overseer. Perhaps Gwolfski will be that overseer.
Winter soon became a season of consolidation. I had lost my appetite for large scale projects; even if I wanted to, most were too busy preparing for the baroning ceremony to lend me a hand. Instead, I chose to focus on small, quality-of-life upgrades around the fort.
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We finally got around to segregating the pastures, for instance.
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It took alot of fiddling, but the millstone series are operational too.
((I swear, touch anything and the whole thing’s going to collapse, so don’t.))
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Meanwhile, the new textile building has been meticulously tiled to specification.
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Other buildings are also enjoying the flooring treatment.
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Our poultry takes to the sky, as the nesting room becomes a nesting tower.
((Which for some reason, doesn’t work – can’t get them to lay eggs. Gonna need help on this one.))
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Various chokepoints in the jungle are being converted into trapping areas, in the hope that it might snare us some much needed wildlife.
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With too much time and far too many blocks clogging up our stockpiles, a 21-room extension to the existing apartment complex is drafted and completed with surprisingly few problems.
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Lastly, for curiosity’s sake, I’m also running my own personal experiment on the Hill of Death's capabilities. So far, nothing too untoward has befallen these puppies (yet).
It will not be long before the baroning ceremony takes place at the end of this month. I will have to oversee a few more things, but on the all, the fort is running smoother than it ever was during my reign. Perhaps it is the winter air. It blows through Breadbowl like a cool breeze, and soothes gently our fragile souls.
Strange Moods
This year, we had a grand total of three artifacts produced at Breadbowl.
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The first was created by none other than Litast, wife of the legendary armorsmith Onul - she who has seen and worked with sacred metal before. Litast claimed a craftshop, and by two weeks, we bore witness to the first true artifact crafted in this humble settlement.
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Value = 8400 Urists
She called it Atorerush, the Perfect Handles. It was remarkably simple; to the untrained eye, it may even pass as merely another masterwork craft. But look closer, and one notices an engraving of unparalleled detail and fineness, etched on a ring of perfect circle.
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From that day on, nobody could deny that Litast was a legendary stonecrafter. Rumour circulated that she had created Atorerush for the renewal of her marriage vows with Onul; even more rumours claimed that Onul had created an artefact iron ring in return as well. Soon, they became known as the Legendary Couple.
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The second artifact was created by an aspiring engraver, Inod Silverrouts. Reports claimed that he experienced fey-like attributes, such as having glowing white eyes and levitating his chisel. This time, the artifact was far more decorative.
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Value = 36960 Urists
It was declared to be Splatterstroke by the fey spirit, who abandoned Inod’s body upon the completion of the artifact. Adorned in almost every dwarven decorative style imaginable, from circular bands to menacing spikes to image depiction, all the while adhering to the spacial confines of a simple hood, it was truly a marvel of leatherworking.
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Ironically, Inod was an atheist who flatly denied his fey mood and claimed that Splatterstroke was just another ‘tacky costume headwear’. His creation was promptly wrested away from him before he could consider doing any further harm towards it. It wasn’t long though before Inod demonstrated a skill with tanning that even he could not deny.
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Continuing the trend in excessively-decorated headwear, the next artifact came from an unassuming farmer known as Ilral Plankdrilled. He too claimed to have been possessed by a great spirit, and bestowed upon his creation the inexplicable name of Yearrub the Contingent of Splattering.
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Value = 21000 Urists
Yearrub soon became a controversial matter as some felt that Ilral had merely copied the methodology and design of Splatterstroke. This, compounded with the fact that Ilral demonstrated no supernatural talents after his possession, lead many to denounce him as a fraud. Later investigations by expert craftsdwarves have managed to clear Ilral’s name somewhat, as the craftsdwarfship on Yearrub was found to be far too delicate for a dwarf of zero leatherworking skill to simply make on-a-whim.
The Rampage of Isha Alucisli in Breadbowl
Elves come forth during the bloom of spring. Humans prefer the steadfast heat of summer. Dwarves enjoy autumn, probably because they get to see trees dying so much.
But in winter, only dark things come out of the wood.
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Rakust Dikestabbed swings her axe towards the bark of a lychee tree. This got her nothing more than a couple of wood splinters, partly because she hadn’t done this for a while, but primarily because she was using a training axe. Afterall, it was bloody impossible to get a real axe nowadays thanks to that darn Total Armament Project. She hefts her axe for another try, and blinks. Was that the emergency alarm bells going off?
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Rakust shrugs. Don’t know what the big deal is this time, probably just another giant hamster that got into the dining hall. Rules are rules though. Better get into the fortress before she got another tongue-lashing. W-
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If it makes you feel better, a real axe really wouldn’t have made that much of a difference.
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Issha strikes with blinding ferocity, crippling Rakust on the first strike. The wereskunk then proceeds to wail on the dwarf with all the tooth, claw and fury she can muster. There is no time to waste – the bridges must be retracted as soon as possible, lest Issha makes it into the town of Breadbowl!
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By then, Rakust has become no more than a gory chunk of mass on the ground. The wereskunk hardly cares; so much is its lust for blood that she tears at the bloody carcass nonetheless. Breadbowl holds its breath, praying that the beast is sufficiently distracted that she does not attempt to cross the bridge.
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Success! With the beast safely trapped on the other side of the moat, SQman’s neighbourhood watch program is called into action. Once they reach there, they will be able to snipe at Issha with little fear of retaliation.
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Hang on a sec, werebeasts can’t swim, can they?
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God damnit.
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The part-time marksdwarves are hurriedly called off, and the real military is summoned. They arrive just in time to see the wereskunk rising from the river - it was now or never. With an air of trepidation, the kill order is issued and the Shafts readily advance in a spear phalanx.
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Issha’s first few strikes are wild and powerful, yet the Shafts stick to their plan with discipline. They target her limbs and joints specifically to prevent her the liberty of movement. The wereskunk growls in anger as she falls to the ground, but Taupe drives a vicious stab through her right hand, and the growl turns into a howl of pain. Pinned to the ground, Issha dies a painful death as she sustains multiple severe puncture wounds. The battle ends as Kubuk Bannersnarls stands high above the prone Issha and beheads her with a single, merciful slash.
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The dwarves of Breadbowl breathe again. In time, what is left of Rakust will soon be brought back to Breadbowl to be properly buried. Ironically, she is the first actual corpse to occupy the tomb area. The military will rejoice today in the wake of their success - but not by too much. It is afterall still winter.
But in all seriousness Taupe, you’re getting rather paranoid all the same. This crab did nothing towards yoouuuu… and I was planning to trap it.
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I did a perusal and made some notes from the last posted save, even though I'm not officially on yet.
I just wanted to study the set up.
The most important note I would say is that the constructed floors by the Mason's shop above Cavern 1 may be in danger of "trees growing up onto construction" that would generate an df.exe not responding crash.
1st Granite, 240, Early Spring
City Imarust, “Breadbowl”
drinks [1635]
prepared meals [1863]
meat [201]
fish [3]
raw fish [69]
egg [none]
plants [8907]
cheese [none]
food powder
rye flour [21]
rice flour [4]
maize flour [3]
whip vine flour [8]
leaves [848]
liquid milk [~40]
seeds [1023]
1. Blade weed 10x2 (less 3)
2. Horned melon vines 10x2
3. Maize plants 10x2 (less 2)
4.1 Sweet potato plants 5x2 (less 2)
4.2 Sweet potato plants 5x2 (less 3)
5.1 Prickle berries 5x2 (less 3)
5.2 Prickle berries 5x2 (less 1)
5.3 Watermelon vines 2x10
6.1 Rice plants 5x2 (less 2)
6.2 Rice plants 5x2 (less 1)
7.1 Rye 2x2
7.2 Whip vines 2x2 (less 1)
7.3 Whip vines 5x2 (less 1)
8.1 Potato plants 3x2 (less 1)
8.2 Potato plants 1x2
8.3 Potato plants 5x2 (less 3)
9.1 Whip vines 5x2
9.2 Barley 5x2
10.1 Prickle berries 5x2 (less 3)
10.2 Prickle berries 5x2 (less 1)
11.1 Fisher berries 5x2 (less 2)
11.2 Potato plants 5x2
12.1 Red spinach 5x2 (less 2)
12.2 Rat weed 5x2
13 Sliver barbs 10x2 (less 1)
14 Rye 10x2 (less 5)
1.
1.1 Refuse stockpile
1.2 Tanner shop
1.3 Butcher shop
1.4 Craftsdwarf shop
1.5 Corpse Pit
2.
2.1 Fishery
2.2 Still
2.3 Soap Maker’s Workshop
2.4 Kitchen
2.5 Farmer’s Workshop
2.6 Fishery
2.7 Still
2.8 Millstone x7
2.9 Still
2.10 Kitchen
2.11 Farmer’s Workshop
2.12 Fishery
2.13 Windmills x4
z-1
2.14 Food prep stockpile
2.15 Still
2.16 Kitchen
2.17 Kitchen
2.18 Kitchen
3.
3.1 Carpenter’s Workshop
3.2 Bowyer’s Workshop
3.3 Wood Furnace
3.4 Leather Works
3.5 Dinning Hall
3.6 Barracks
3.7 Weapon stockpile
z-1
3.8 Hospital
z+1 3.9 Bedrooms
z+2 3.10 Bedrooms
z+3 3.11 Bedrooms
4.
4.1 Smelter
4.2 Smelter
4.3 Metalsmith’s Forge
4.4 Metalsmith’s Forge
5.
5.1 Clothier’s Shop
5.2 Loom
5.3 Dyer’s Shop
5.4 Loom
5.5 Leather Works
5.6 Stockpile: Leather and Cloth
6.
6.1 Animal Stockpile
6.2 Chicken
6.3 Turkey
6.4 Peacock
6.5 Goose
6.6 Cavy Pup
6.7 Goat
6.8 Rabbit
6.9 Alpaca
6.10 Elkbird
6.11 Giant Louse
6.12 Llama
6.13 Pig
6.14 Dog
6.15 Sheep
6.16 Olm
6.17 Sheep
6.18 Milk
6.19 Aardvark
6.20 Sloth Bear
6.21 Coati
6.22 Giant Hamster
6.23 Reindeer
6.24 Farmer’s Workshop
6.25 Giant Hyena
6.26 Giant Gray Langur
6.27 Mule
6.28 Donkey
6.29 Two-hump Camel
6.30 Water Buffalo
6.31 Wild Boar
6.32 Spider Monkey
6.33 Horse
6.34 Bull
7. Bedrooms
8.
8.1 Furniture Stockpile
`Sanctume' Olinlelum, "`Sanctume' Tongswane", Macedwarf
"I wouldn't feel comfortable getting all dressed up."
Within the last season, he was grouchy when caught in the rain. He was blissful after sleeping in a great bedroom. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure after a sparring session.
He is married to Zasit Gazepaged and has one child: As Urntheater. He is the son of Morul Paintedslick and Kadol Rulerocks.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is a former member of The Bent Wire. He arrived at Imarust on the 21st of Slate in the year 239.
He is one hundred ten years old, born on the 8th of Obsidian in the year 130.
He is muscular. His eyes are slate gray. His hair is greasy. His short sideburns are neatly combed. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His short hair is neatly combed. He has a recessed chin. His somewhat splayed out ears are broad. His head is somewhat broad. His hair is gray mixed with burnt sienna. His skin is ecru. His nose bridge is slightly convex.
He is indefatigable, quite durable, very agile and strong.
`Sanctume' Olinlelum likes bauxite, gold, fortification agate, giant wolverine bone, the color mauve, gems, maces, gauntlets, grates, crowns and trumpets. When possible, he prefers to consume naked mole dog, nautilus, gutter cruor and peppers. He absolutely detests flies.
He has a stunning feel for spatial relationships, an iron will, a sharp intellect, a great memory and the ability to focus.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees life as unfair and doesn't mind it that way. He dreams of mastering a skill.
He does not generally respond to emotional appeals. He takes no pleasure in his talents and appearance. He finds a chaotic mess preferable to the boredom of harmonious living. He prefers to present himself modestly. He has an active sense of humor. He has a noticeable lack of perseverance. He is slow to trust others. He is quite comfortable with others that have a different appearance or culture. When he's thinking, his body becomes very still. He talks to himself when he's thinking. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
I request to be redworfed as a mechanic and duke immediately!
Also, move me down the turnlist.
Here's the info from the latest save.
`Gwolfski' Uristirtir, "`Gwolfski' Daggerdangles", duke of Breadbowl
"It was raining on me. So annoying!"
He is annoyed when caught in the rain. Within the last season, he felt satisfied at work. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt jovial to have a mandate deadline met. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near his own fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant wild boar die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Em Hideseduced die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Azstrog Stealankles die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a elk bird die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a draltha die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a monitor lizard die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant wild boar die.
He is a worshipper of Istrath and a casual worshipper of Tecak.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is the militia captain of The Farm of Hammers. He is the duke of The Old Nets. He is the former baron of The Old Nets. He is the former count of The Old Nets. He arrived at Imarust on the 15th of Granite in the year 236.
He is ninety years old, born on the 4th of Sandstone in the year 150.
He is corpulent. His eyes are slate gray. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His hair is clean-shaven. His nose is incredibly upturned. He has high cheekbones. His copper skin is wrinkled. His nose bridge is somewhat concave. His hair is burnt sienna with flecks of gray.
He is quite susceptible to disease and very quick to tire.
`Gwolfski' Uristirtir likes native platinum, bronze, amethyst, crystal glass, octopus leather, the color pine green, battle axes, millstones, hippos for their strength and horned melon vines for their fruit. When possible, he prefers to consume goat, salmon and single-grain wheat beer. He absolutely detests leeches.
He has a great sense of empathy, the ability to focus and willpower.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees the denial of impulses as a vain and foolish pursuit, values romance, doesn't respect a society that has settled into harmony without debate and strife, does not respect the law and views loyalty unfavorably. He dreams of creating a great work of art, and this dream was realized.
He has no ambition whatsoever. He cuts any corners possible when working on a project, regardless of the consequences, rather than wasting effort or resources. He is concerned only with matters practical to the situation at hand, with absolutely no inclination toward abstract discussion. He does not enjoy participating in physical confrontations, and he works to square this natural tendency with his respect of martial prowess. He has a very calm demeanor. He often feels envious of others. He tends to share his own experiences and thoughts with others. He tends to think before acting. He is slow to anger. He is assertive. He doesn't often experience strong cravings or urges, and he is troubled by this because he values such powerful forces in life. He has a greedy streak. He generally acts with a narrow focus on the current activity. He tends to form only tenuous emotional bonds with others. He rarely feels discouraged. He generally acts impartially and is rarely moved to mercy. He is trusting. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
Added Disclaimer: This story is not part of the official Breadbowl story line, but can "fit" since there are plenty of undorfed citizens. It's geared towards Kitchen Stories.
As stories goes, names have been changed to protect the innocent in Breadbowl...
I As Jeweltrade arrived in Breadbowl in the year 240 at the age of 11. She was the only child in this migration group, and was left to her own devise to wander about this barony.
Many sounds of animals can be heard to the south. Among which, “Uh uh wah.. uh wah eeh ehh,” can be heard just beyond the wooden palisades. Grunts, and grumble, followed by a loud thud from a wooden door shutting peaked As’ curiosity.
She petted lambs, llamas, and a giant hamster along the way toward the noise that interests her. A male dwarf, older than her (but not by much), has been busy dragging a gray haired creature in the farmer’s workshop.
She quietly observed and giggled when she realizes the folly of the situation. The giggle distracted the male dwarf (older but not by much) as the gray creature freed itself and ran towards a door on the opposite side. He turned around to see her and in doing so, tipped over a bucket that was empty.
“Hullo child,” he greeted, “something funny?”
“Yes,” she responded, “you.”
“And what is funny child,” he emphasized on the word ‘child.’
“I may be a child now, but my nameday will be soon enough to warrant respect as a citizen.
“I see, and that is why you fancy this place of my labor?”
“That, and the noise that peaked my curiousity,” responded As.
A sour face painted Ubil Arrowpadded, “that creature, that you help distract and free from my grasp, is a giant gray langur. I was busy milking it.”
As started cackling to the point of her stomach aching. She has to sit down on the dirt ground from the unstoppable convulsion that might follow to this floodgate of hilarity.
“Child,” began Ubil holding his temper, “I am Ubil, apprentice to master Zon Cartchannel, the Handler of Animals here in Breadbowl. I am busy.” Ubil left her on the ground and went after the langur.
“Wait, I want to come and watch,” exclaimed As.
“Just don’t be in my way,” muttered Ubil and proceed to corner the langur.
As soon as Ubil starts to struggle with the langur back in the farmer’s workshop, As started cackling uncontrollably as if a great madness is inflicted upon her. Tears and snot started flowing, and the laughter turned into snorts. Dirt mixed with tears and snot smeared into mud across her from this humor she only possess while she rolls on the dirt to Ubil’s pondering and rising temper.
Again, the langur manage to free itself and exit beyond the door.
Ubil sighs, and help the girl up from her laughing fit on the ground. “Get up now child, you remind me of the pigs I need to clean next with all the mud on you face.”
This sombered up As because this gentle dwarf was still nice to her, but she still has to struggle shut this floodgate of hilarity. “it’s just that… it’s just… I am As. And just recently arrived.”
“Welcome to Breadbowl,” said Ubil, “I am Ubil Arrowpadded” and still holding her hands.
“As Jeweltrade,” and they looked at each other for some time holding hands when she started cackling in glee.
Some temper seeped out of Ubil, “what is wrong with you, CHILD?”
“It’s not me. It’s you. You are trying to milk a giant grey langur that is a male.”
Ubil’s seeping temper turned ice, then melted from the hot red-faced embarrassment of the thought. “Oh my beard! I was pulling on it, thinking it was teats!”
As continued to cackle to breathlessness, and Ubil joined her in the flood of hilarity.
Humor spent, Ubil confessed with sadness, “Look As, my nameday was yesterday and I spent most of my days at the farm plots. Master Zon told me to do these tasks.”
As nodded with a smile, “I like animals even when they are dead, so I’ve seen plenty labor at a farmer’s labor and butcher shops. I saw the female langur cowering in the corner behind a bush.”
And so the day went on. As observed Ubil milk a giant gray langur, a female this time, and also create a -giant gray langur cheese- and followed him to the Food pantry below a rather large wooden cave above the ground.
“I suppose I will see you around Ubil. I must go find the meeting hall with the others.”
Ubil’s response was interrupted by shouting, “A siege. A siege has come. Everyone Inside!”
Only the names of the innocents...
II Tun Brassbellow is also an apprenctice of master Zon Cartchannel that is assigned to the butcher's shop today. He is not quite 13 in age, but older than Ubil Arrowpadded.
"Meat is meat," argued Ubil, "they all go to the same barrel, the same meat pile."
"Yes, I grant you that, but these meat here are special," pointed Tun at the far corner.
"what makes them special," asked Ubil.
...
It was 8th of slate in the year 238 of our Lord Armok.
I was but a child then when my family migrated here in Breadbowl.
Tun's thought lingered on the memory of that baby in the well and shuddered...
Anyway, I remember well that copper barrels were made to much conflict between with Captain Taupe and the smith Olon. Some of those copper barrels were place here, but empty. And no one seemed to use them.
One particular hunt, The Eternal Wild Boar Hunt of Galena, produced much giant wild boar meat. These boars were twenty times the size of you! Huge and the meal pile overflowed.
The master of Butchers back then set aside a separate meat pile here in this corner, and copper barrels were used.
But the hunt did not just produce boat meat. There was a fight between a war dog and a giant hamster. To make a long story short, the war dog kept the bones, and the giant hamster meat are in the copper barrels.
...
"So, these meat you see here are well salted and prepared since," Tun quietly said, "and I've sneaked some out to create a simple meal during my cooking apprenticeship while everyone was busy hauling our lavish meals and drinks to the Depot."
Ubil's eyes opened wide in surprise, "you kept food away from the King’s Mandate?"
Tun corrected, "no, the rules said that existing stocks are to be traded away. It did not say newly cooked ones do. Besides, it was a simple meal and I ate it myself!"
"You did," exclaimed Ubil, "you're allowed to do that?"
"Well not really, but I was just tasting it, and then finished it. Anyway, my point is that this meat is special, and nobody seems to use it when they cook meals," Tun proudly declared.
"Special giant hamster meat in copper barrels," a quiet voice said, "and nobody knows of it except us?"
Tun jumped in surprise and turned around, "You! You've been sneaking around the shop all day, who are you?"
"Hullo As," said Ubil, "As, this is Tun. Tun, this is As. She helped me in that milking and cheese labor even though she's still a child."
"Not for long Ubil," As added, "nice to meat you Tun, so you're the butcher here?"
"I am a novice butcher under master Zon, but also dabble in cooking," grins Tun.
"I wonder where the overseer will send me," pondered As, "I dabble in everything farm related including the butcher's shop.”
"Do you want to taste some giant hamster biscuit," asked Tun excitedly.
"Yes," answered Ubil and As in unison.
Meanwhile, at the Guild of Clothiers and Leatherworkers...
"Sir! Sir!"
"Aye lad, I hear ya fine, don't need to shout. What's it about this time..."
"The prints just came in! The ones that we'll be using in the next CLG issue, remember?"
"...Right, the next issue. Of course I remember. Erm, do you?"
"Sir?"
"I JUST ASKED YOU A QUESTION LAD!"
"Y-y-yes sir! Umm, it's the one where we went around looking at what people were wearing? I believe it's called the 'Whaaaat are you wearing?' issue."
"Aha. Good boy. You passed. Now, let's see, the prints eh? About time they came; we'll be ready to publish as soon as the printers run hot. By Armok, do I have to bleedin' ask to get things done round here nowadays? Let's take a look at them then, boy!"
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"Not bad, not bad. Heh, some of these are taken on our roof if I ain't mistaken! Can recognize that damn tiling from miles away. Say, why do we have some doubles of the commander over here?"
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"Eheh... well apparently the photographer wasn't really satisfied with his shots, so they had him change into something more suitable. And took off the cap. And styled his hair. It's something like a before-and-after-shot; readers love to see these sort of transformations, sir."
"Fair enough. Anyway, I see they've also completed the duke's portrait. Still looks grumpy as ever though."
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"Say, kid. What's this for then? I don't remember asking for a shot of the tombs."
"Oh, that's a personal commission by SQman sir. He said he wanted it for... private reasons. I'm gonna to drop it off with him later on."
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"The look on that gorlak's face is disturbing, kid."
"I know, sir."
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"Whooey."
"Yeah, that's a bonus shot from the photographer sir. Just took it from over the wall this morning. I was thinking we could use it for next month's issue or something. 'The Goblin Menace Strikes Back', sir?"
"Whooey."
"I agree sir, its a very imposing image."
"Whooey. Their fashion sense is atrocious. Pink on green, really? I know they've come to invade, but at least they could've done it in style. And those troll loincloths are so last season...
Argh, my eyes. Alright kid, good job. Now scurry over and send these over to the printers, will ya? Tell them to move their beards, I want this issue out by tomorrow. And tell them to fit in the goblin picture somewhere, that's what you call 'current interest'. Now scoot. Take with you an orange biscuit if you want."
"Can I have the kumquat one sir?"
"No. Git your thieving hands off my kumquat bowl."
That turned out taking way more effort than I was expecting. Especially since weapons don't show unless the dwarf is in the military, and not at all for nobles (That's why Gwolfski isn't holding a weapon; can't remove the duke). But hell, it was worth it. This is totally why they created Stonesense - for fictional fashion editorials. Feel free to use any of the portrait pictures.
~ Bonus shot!
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Holy crap, those images are awesome Bearskie! I can't view some images from work, but if I copy and paste the post onto Google Docs, the images show up fine. :)
I appreciate the time spent, photo shooting is really time consuming. And your final results are really great.
The names of the invaders changes because in the pre-turn save have different set of names from the cannon save.
This is the current siege list, that I hand wrote. And I refer to the screenshot capture to obtain complete names and update the list when they come into play.
I hope someday, there's a utility to sort them by squad leaders and squad members, any even squad names.
1. Dosntgosp, Troll
2. Ngom, Troll
3. Ngnuslu, Troll
4. Strodno, Troll
5. Olngo, Troll
6. Zolak, Troll
7. Xuspgas U., Goblin Crossbowman
8. Bax U., Goblin Axeman
9. Tode N., Goblin Swordsman
10. Stasost U., Goblin Bowman
11. Bax A., Goblin Pikeman
12. Tode S. Goblin Lasher
13. Ngoso R., Goblin Axeman
14. Sasost B., Goblin Pikeman
15. Kutsmob S., Goblin Crossbowman
16. Snang N., Goblin Pikeman
17. Snodub Z., Goblin Hammerman
18. Tode Z., Goblin Axeman
19. Osta N., Goblin Pikeman
20. Usbu O., Goblin Axeman
21. Azstrog U., Goblin Bowman
22. Bosa M., Goblin Crossbowman
23. Nako U., Goblin Spearman
24. Stasost K., Goblin Crossbowman
25. Osnun U., Goblin Bowman
26. Snang O., Goblin Crossbowman
27. Aslot O., Goblin Lasher
28. Bosa A., Goblin Lasher
29. Xuspgas O., Goblin Axeman
30. Utes U., Goblin Maceman
31. Nguslu K., Goblin Crossbowman
32. Zolak A., Goblin Axeman
33. Damsto S., Goblin Spearman
34. Gorzu S., Goblin Bowman
35. Nako A., Goblin Maceman
36. Amxu O., Goblin Maceman
37. Stozu U., Goblin Pikeman
38. Bosa O., Goblin Hammerman
39. ‘Bax’ Bax Urarotak, Goblin Spearman
40. ‘Zom’ Zom Ngokangolang., Goblin Recruit
41. ‘Atuk’ Atu Kodolngo, Goblin Recruit
42. ‘Bub’ Stosbub Smunstugoslust, Goblin Recruit
43. Stasost O., Goblin Recruit
44. Atu O., Goblin Recruit
45. Bosa B., Goblin Recruit
46. ‘Utes’ Utes Ozudsmumu., Goblin Recruit
p.s. This might be a good time to come up with a standard name to call that building.
I used "Clothing and Leather Guild" (CLG) in the story to refer to the CLG building.
I'm open for retcon changes while I'm still at it.
Chapter 14 (Dabbling Swimmer)
Goblin Scout Squad
- ‘Bub’ - Stosbub Smunstugoslust, Goblin Recruit (sighted in west moat)
Goblin Assault, 3rd Squad
- ‘Usbu’ - Usbu Omagngom, Goblin Axeman (injured vs Sanctume and Tekkud, disarmed, fractured bones)
- ‘Mob’ - Kutsmob Slazstodno, Goblin Crossbowman (uninjured, shooting from moat)
Goblin Regular, 1st Infantry
- ‘Osnun’ - Osnun Uksossnodub, Goblin Bowman (uninjured, shooting from moat)
- ‘Gas’ - Xuspgas Ugsnormato, Goblin Crossbowman (uninjured, shooting from moat)
- ‘Mac’ - Nako Aturemzu, Goblin Maceman (injured vs Zefon, disarmed, draltha bone bolt in left hand)
- ‘Ngoso’ - Ngoso Rudngom, Goblin Axeman (injured vs Taupe, left fist gores right ear)
Goblin Regular, 2nd Infantry
- ‘Stozu’ - Stozu Utessnumno, Goblin Pikeman
- ‘Aslot’ - ‘Aslot Omosponga, Goblin Lasher
- ’Z-axe’ - Zolak Atusmur, Goblin Axeman
- ‘Snodub’ - Snodub Zogaststosbub, Goblin Hammerman
Goblin Regular, 3rd Infantry
- ’Damsu’ - Bax Axodamsu, Goblin Pikeman
War Leader Ngoso spins from the left hook and staggers back onto Tekkud which bumps Tekkud right into the moat!
Tekkud is now in the submerged ramp of the moat, and grabs at Ngoso attempting to climb out.
But Ngoso ends up falling into the water also.
Tekkud punches Ngoso in the ribs and lower leg mid fall, then dives in after Ngoso.
The tremendous splash creates a mist, with specs of goblin blood, floating in the air. Does it give happy thoughts?
Tekkud Betankulet, "Tekkud Calmabbey", Spearmaster
"I was attacked. I'm panicking! I'm panicking!"
She is terrified while in conflict. She panics after being attacked. She is afraid after experiencing trauma. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing the goblin Azstrog Stealankles die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing the goblin Zom Curseskin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing the goblin Bosa Roughnessmalice die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She doesn't feel anything after seeing a goblin die. She is horrified after seeing a goblin die. She is horrified after seeing a goblin die. She is horrified after seeing a goblin die. She is annoyed when caught in the rain. Within the last season, she was blissful after sleeping in a great bedroom. She felt pleasure after a sparring session. She was horrified after seeing a troll die. She was horrified after seeing a troll die.
She is married to Zefon Graniteguild and has 5 children: Stukos Chancedconstructs, Sibrek Roadphrases, Ast Namedwinds, Rakust Coventombs and Sodel Drunkenarch. She is the daughter of Udib Dreamsplanks and Tun Dwellknife.
She is a citizen of The Old Nets. She is a member of The Farm of Hammers. She is a former member of The Esteemed Tongs. She is a former member of The Bent Wire. She arrived at Imarust on the 20th of Slate in the year 237.
She is one hundred twenty-eight years old, born on the 4th of Opal in the year 112.
She is strapped with massive amounts of muscle and lard. Her slate gray eyes are slightly sunken. She has a narrow chin. Her hair is clean-shaven. Her ears are very short. Her hair is gray with a touch of burnt sienna. Her skin is burnt umber.
She is unbelievably strong, amazingly agile, indefatigable and incredibly tough, but she is slow to heal.
Tekkud Betankulet likes serpentine, bronze, yellow zircon, crystal glass, giant white stork leather, the color lime, grates, flasks and snails for their shells. When possible, she prefers to consume giant grasshopper, tomato wine and linseed oil. She absolutely detests hamsters.
She has an unbreakable will, a stunning feel for spatial relationships, an astounding feel for the position of her own body, unbreakable focus, a very good sense of empathy, very good intuition and a good intellect, but she has a meager ability with social relationships and a little difficulty with words.
Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, values family greatly, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally views loyalty unfavorably and does not care about friendship. She dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.
She actively avoids exciting or stressful situations. She is extremely confident of herself in situations requiring her skills. She is slow to anger. She tends to be a little wasteful when working on projects. She generally acts impartially and is rarely moved to mercy. She tends to be passive in discussions. She has a noticeable lack of perseverance. She is not particularly interested in what others think of her. She is very humble. She is trusting. She can handle stress. She can occasionally lose focus on the matter at hand. She has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. She scratches her nose when she's nervous. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. She doesn't really care about anything anymore.
Lasher Aslot’s who is swimming in the moat attacks Tekkud with a silver whip and misses.
--
War Leader Ngoso gets away from Tekkud in the water and climbs out of the moat.
Ngoso immediately hacks with her iron battle axe and missing Taupe.
Taupe steps aside from Ngoso’s relenting attack, stabs with his iron spear and punctures the right lung of Ngoso.
--
Pikeman Stozu climbs out of the moat and strikes at Sanctume who blocks the attack.
Sanctume bashes Stozu, fracturing the right hand; and bashes the head with the silver mace resulting in blood oozing out of the copper helm.
Zefon strikes Stozu in the right hand with a draltha bone bolt.
Sanctume continues to bash Stozu in the head, and this time jamming Alaknikot in the skull.
--
Tekkud is swimming away heading further to the southwest, away from the horde of goblins scrambling up the moat, and away from half of the siege still in the northwest.
--
Angus kicks Axeman Usbu who is trying to climb up the moat in the head, stunning her.
Taupe stabs Usbu in the right lower arm.
Fairybrow hacks Usbu in the head with his iron battle axe and the upper spine sail away in an arc.
--
Marksdwarf Likot shoots a silver bolt from some distance aiming for Ngoso.
Ngoso jumps away from a flying silver bolt and slams onto Recruit Bub in the water.
Maceman Mac who is struggling in the water and dives away from Ngoso’s fall.
Bub took the brunt of the impact, falls over and gives into pain in the moat.
Taupe stabs Bub in the head with his iron spear.
Angus hacks Ngoso in the leg with her iron battle axe.
--
Crossbowman Gas climbs out of the moat to the west bank and shoots iron bolts.
Bowman Osnun, Crossbowman Mob, Hammerman Snodub, and Pikeman Damsu are among the goblins in the moat nearest to the west gate.
Damsu strikes twice at Taupe from the moat, both attacks miss.
Vortex and Angus simultaneously hacks Damsu in the head.
Sanctume bashes Damsu in the head several times.
Damsu’s mangled corpse sank to the bottom of the moat.
Osnun is being barraged by silver bolts from Marksdwarf Likot.
Mob dives away from draltha bone bolts of Marksdwarf Zefon, but still gets hits in the left upper leg.
--
Osnun and Mob swims south of the west gate, away from the marksdwarves’ barrage of bolts.
Tekkud manages to remain un-hit from bolts and arrows despite being in the middle of the moat and swimming southwest. Tekkud is now a dabbling swimmer.
--
Axeman “Z-axe” swims towards the west bridge overtaking Hammerman Snodub.
Z-axe climbs out of the moat, and swings the iron battle axe three times towards Sanctume, all miss.
Z-axe misses an overheard chop towards Angus who scrambled away.
Sanctume punches Z-axe on the lower lip and it collapsed.
Sanctume bashes the silver mace towards Z-axe’s head and was blocked, so Sanctume bashes the left foot instead, pinning Z-axe in place.
Taupe followed Sanctume’s attack on Z-axe with a stab of the iron spear that cuts off the left foot.
The spear lodge firmly and Taupe pulls on the embedded spear.
Sanctume bashes Z-axe in the skull jamming the silver mace there.
Goblin Scout Squad- ‘Bax’ - Bax Urarotak, Goblin Spearman, Squad Leader (killed by Taupe, bronze spear in head)
- ‘Bub’ - Stosbub Smunstugoslust, Goblin Recruit (killed by Taupe, bronze spear in head)
- ‘Zom’ - Zom Ngokangolang, Goblin Recruit (dead vs Sanctume and Kubuk, iron short sword tears tendons in the skull)
- ‘Utes’ - Utes Ozudsmumu, Goblin Recruit (killed by Kubuk, iron short sword through skull)
- ‘Tode’ - Tode Zomunes, Goblin Axeman (captured in cage trap)
- ‘Atuk’ - Atu Kodolngo, Goblin Recruit (killed by Olon of Earthen, iron battle axe decapitate
head)
Goblin Assault, 1st Squad- ‘Bosa’ Bosa Musnguslu, Goblin Crossbowman (dead vs Kubuk, Olon, and Fairybrow)
- ‘Nako’ Nako Urarrosp, Goblin Spearman (dead vs Kubuk, and Vortex)
- ‘Az’ - Azstrog Uslotsnamoz, Goblin Bowman (dead vs Kubuk, and Tekkud)
- ‘Kuts’ - Stasosts Kutsmobnokast, Goblin Crossbowman (killed by Taupe, iron spear tears brain)
Goblin Assault, 2nd Squad- ‘Osta’ - Osta Ngoslunarar, Goblin Pikeman (killed by Kubuk, iron short sword spills guts)
- ‘Amxy’ - Amxy Osousbu, Goblin Maceman (killed by Vortex, iron battle axe tore apart pancreas)
- ‘Snang’ - Snang Ngasmauksos, Goblin Pikeman (dead vs Kubuk, and Angus)
- ‘Stabby’ Stasost Bosaomo, Goblin Pikeman (dead vs Taupe, Vortex, and Sanctume)
Goblin Assault, 3rd Squad- ‘Hams’ - Bosa Olngoang, Goblin Hammerman (killed by Tekkud, bronze spear tears brain)
- ‘Phas’ - Bosa Basnungxusphas, Goblin Recruit (dead vs Angus, Vortex, Sanctume, and Tekkud, bronze spear shatters skulls)
- ‘Usbu’ - Usbu Omagngom, Goblin Axeman (dead vs Sanctume, Tekkud, Taupe, Fairybrow, iron battle axe severed head and upper spine)
- ‘Mob’ - Kutsmob Slazstodno, Goblin Crossbowman (uninjured, shooting from moat)
Goblin Regular, 1st Infantry- ‘Osnun’ - Osnun Uksossnodub, Goblin Bowman (injured vs Zegon, draltha bone bolt in left upper leg)
- ‘Gas’ - Xuspgas Ugsnormato, Goblin Crossbowman (uninjured, shooting from northwest moat bank)
- ‘Mac’ - Nako Aturemzu, Goblin Maceman (injured vs Zefon, disarmed, draltha bone bolt in left hand)
- ‘Ngoso’ - Ngoso Rudngom, Goblin Axeman (dead vs Taupe and Angus, iron battle battle axe cut leg
Goblin Regular, 2nd Infantry- ‘Stozu’ - Stozu Utessnumno, Goblin Pikeman (killed by Sanctume, silver mace in the skull)
- ‘Aslot’ - ‘Aslot Omosponga, Goblin Lasher (uninjured, sighted in west moat)
- ’Z-axe’ - Zolak Atusmur, Goblin Axeman (dead vs Taupe and Sanctume, silver mace jams in head)
- Snodub’ - Snodub Zogastsstosbub, Goblin Hammerman(uninjured, sighted in west moat
Goblin Regular, 3rd Infantry- ’Damsu’ - Bax Axodamsu, Goblin Pikeman (dead vs Vortex, Angus, and Sanctume, multiple trauma on head)
Troll Shock Troop, 1st Pack- ‘Zolak’ - Zolak, Troll Pack Leader (sighted in northwest moat)
- ‘Dos’ - Dosntgosp, Troll (sighted in northwest moat)
- ‘Nom’ - Ngom, Troll (sighted in northwest moat)
- ‘Uslu’ - Ngnuslu, Troll (sighted in northwest moat)
- ‘Stro’ - Strodno, Troll (sighted in northwest moat)
- ‘Ogg’ - Olngo, Troll (sighted in northwest moat)
Chapter 24 (Irony of Sacrifices)
Sanctume sees life as unfair and doesn’t mind.
This is a continuation of Sanctume’s released journal in Breadbowl, Summer of 240.
5th Malachite, evening
I sure will not use my weapon against a dwarf of Breadbowl. Not when the choice is between a dwarf and animal.
My thoughts grew dark at the possibility of facing that choice in a fight between dwarves.
Worse, “sacrificing” a dwarf.
I spent the next week in a dark mood. I busy myself with stockpile management of all things.
But I still look at the “science report” the Duke handed me.
Special Project: Little House on the Jungle.
‘Wild Child’ Datan Giginfath, ‘Wild Child’ Fliersacks has been the chosen candidate.
Datan likes rose gold.
So I went out of my way and ordered to smelt gold rose bars, and to make rose gold: statue, table, throne, cabinet, chest, and hatch cover. For this sacrifice, he should at least have a grand bedroom.
15th Malachite
The dwarves of The Farm of Hammers now know a few fact about monitor lizard training.
21st Malachite
Ushat Erarmistem, Peasant withdraws from society, claims Carftsdwarf workshop, and creates Erlaven, “The Infinite Prairies”, a lychee wood crown, worth 34,800.
Another baby has grown to become a Dwarven Child.
Tree Fruit Brew List
1. Carambola
2. Dates
3. Guavas
4. Lychees
5. Passion Fruit
6. Rambutans
9th Galena
The past 20 days has been survived in a mostly drunk stupor.
But I laugh at Armok’s sense of humor.
While the Special Project: Little House on the Jungle is near completion, there is live practice to be had.
There were Giant Langurs about so Watch is sent out to sortie the entire north region, for practice and meat.
--
A cloud of profane smoke starts drifting from the north and caught some unaware.
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Too late to recall everyone in, including Duke Glowfski.
Oh the sweet irony. I stood on the bridge and observe from a distance. For SCIENCE!
Asen Udililes, militia captain was caught in the smoke.
He fell down on ground and left a splattering of dwarf blood.
The Duke, OH THE SHAME!
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Dumat Cattenvush, "Dumat Channeledheated", Animal Dissector
"I've been rained on. It makes me so grouchy!"
He is grouchy when caught in the rain. Within the last season, he didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Stasost Witchguilds die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Azstrog Stealankles die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Zom Curseskin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing Alath Authorbrass die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Utes Evilscalds die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant wren die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a tiger die. He was blissful dining in a legendary dining room. He was blissful after sleeping in a fantastic bedroom. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near his own fine Bed. He felt pleasure near his own fine Door. He felt pleasure near his own fine Cabinet. He felt satisfied at work. He felt pleasure near his own fine Container.
He is married to Vabok Tourropes and has one child: `Child' Selltomb. He is the son of Fikod Ochrepink and Kib Rampartluck.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is a former member of The Towers of Exalting. He is the former militia captain of The Farm of Hammers. He arrived at Imarust on the 25th of Hematite in the year 237.
He is fifty-one years old, born on the 7th of Granite in the year 189.
He is corpulent. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is neatly combed. His short hair is neatly combed. His nose is narrow. His lips are thin. His nose bridge is somewhat concave. His hair is burnt sienna. His skin is pale brown. His eyes are slate gray.
He is susceptible to disease, clumsy and very weak.
Dumat Cattenvush likes stibnite, zinc, cat's eye, wagon wood, giraffe horn, giant cuttlefish tooth, sea monster bone, scepters and giant ostriches for their giant eggs. When possible, he prefers to consume kea, brown bullhead, fisher berry wine and caper leaves. He absolutely detests mosquitos.
He has an amazing memory, an iron will, a very good feel for social relationships and a sharp intellect, but he has a shortage of patience, a meager kinesthetic sense and a very bad sense of empathy.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees introspection as important and finds artwork boring. He dreams of mastering a skill.
He doesn't mind a little tumult and discord in day-to-day living. He is somewhat fearful in the face of imminent danger. He tends to be a little wasteful when working on projects. He is a friendly individual. He has a greedy streak. He occasionally overindulges. He has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. He finds helping others emotionally rewarding. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
`Child' Tolunerith, "`Child' Saintlabors", Dwarven Child
"We should all be so lucky as to truly master a skill."
Within the last season, he was grouchy when caught in the rain. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a splendid Trap. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He was apathetic after talking to a pillar of society. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He was content dining in a legendary dining room. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He was content after sleeping in a fantastic bedroom. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Door.
He is the son of Sazir Boattrails and `Hiddenleafguy' Trustpages. He is a worshipper of Rurast Mirrormystery the Bewildering Cloak.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers.
He is two years old, born on the 2nd of Timber in the year 238.
He is very fat. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. His eyelashes are extremely long. His ears are somewhat short. His hair is burnt sienna. His skin is cinnamon. His eyes are slate gray.
He is slow to tire, but he is very flimsy.
`Child' Tolunerith likes phyllite, bismuth, amethyst, kestrel tooth, backpacks, figurines and llamas for their long necks. When possible, he prefers to consume capybara, pineapple wine, kangaroo's milk and pineapples. He absolutely detests mosquitos.
He has very good focus, but he has an iffy sense for music, a poor memory and little patience.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees perseverance in the face of adversity as bull-headed and foolish, sees competition as wasteful and silly and finds leisure time wasteful. He dreams of raising a family.
He is very greedy. He lives at a high-energy kinetic pace. He tends to be swayed by the emotions of others. He likes to keep things practical, without delving too deeply into the abstract. He is somewhat fearful in the face of imminent danger. He tends to be a bit stubborn in changing his mind about things. He is slow to trust others. He tends to avoid crowds. He tries to do things correctly each time. He tends to consider what others think of him. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
Asen Udilniles, "Asen Lanternstrapped", militia captain
He is grouchy when caught in the rain. Within the last season, he didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a wild boar sow die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Azstrog Stealankles die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Stasost Witchguilds die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing Alath Authorbrass die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Utes Evilscalds die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Zom Curseskin die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant wren die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was blissful dining in a legendary dining room. He was blissful after sleeping in a great bedroom. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He was proud near his own fine Container. He was proud near his own fine Bed. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt satisfied at work. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a splendid Trap. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Door.
He is the son of Catten Doorpaints and Stodir Squirttrades.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is a former member of The Wordy Tour. He is the militia captain of The Farm of Hammers. He arrived at Imarust on the 23rd of Limestone in the year 238.
He is ninety years old, born on the 7th of Opal in the year 150.
He is corpulent. His very long sideburns are neatly combed. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His medium-length beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. His slate gray eyes are bulging. He has an angular chin. His hair is burnt sienna with flecks of gray. His skin is dark brown.
He is indefatigable and tough.
Asen Udilniles likes dolomite, aluminum, white jade, leggings, blue peafowls for their coloration and giant black mambas for their deadly bite. When possible, he prefers to consume flounder and blood amaranth beer. He absolutely detests snails.
He has a questionable spatial sense, poor focus, poor empathy, a poor ability to manage or understand social relationships and very bad analytical abilities.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees competition as reasonably important, does not respect the law and disregards tradition. He dreams of creating a great work of art.
He finds something humorous in everything, no matter how serious or inappropriate. He is a complete scatterbrain, unable to focus on a single matter for more than a passing moment. He strongly prefers discussions of ideas and abstract concepts over handling specific practical issues. He doesn't stick with things if even minor difficulties arise. He tends to be a little tight with resources when working on projects. He is somewhat quarrelsome, and he is bothered by this since he values friendship. He tends to share his own experiences and thoughts with others. He tries to do things correctly each time. He does not easily hate or develop negative feelings. He thinks he is fairly important in the grand scheme of things. He talks very quietly when he is angry. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
I remind myself, ‘Wild Child’ Datan Giginfath, ‘Wild Child’ Fliersacks likes rose gold.
I timed it to about two days of slumber. No health problems from the looks of it, but I’m no diagnostician.
Here, Duke Gwolfski even deconstruct the ramp leading to the roof and assigns a wall construction in its place.
Duke even chose to sample the food supplies for Datan in his Little House of the Jungle.
(http://i.imgur.com/JNWf7Zm.png)
Chapter 25 (Duty Is Heavy As A Mountain)
Sanctume is slow to trust others.
This is the conclusion of Sanctume’s released journal in Breadbowl, Summer of 240.
22nd Galena
The duke summons for me this morning.
On my way to the duke’s office, word reached me that my daughter, As Vucarstinthan, is throwing a tantrum!
She’s an adult and have her own family. But still, this is troublesome.
The Cook, As Vucarstinthan and the Weaver Goden are on their way, separately, to Mayor Quasar’s office.
I glimpsed the cook enter the office first, followed by the weaver.
The cook goes in the mayor’s office, but the mayor is not there (yet).
As soon weaver arrives in the mayor’s office, the cook punches the weaver and starts throwing a tantrum!
The weaver gets beaten up inside and runs around.
The mayor arrives and tries to stop the fight.
(http://i.imgur.com/SH9k5Is.png)
The cook turns on the mayor and starts beating her up, BAD.
(http://i.imgur.com/7M6ANWv.png)
Sanctume hears the fight and runs in to investigate, and sees his daughter beating up the mayor, Quasar.
Sanctume intervenes by putting himself in between, but to no effect.
Mayor lost ability to stand.
The duke comes in from his office, sees the mayor and carries her away, tears in his eyes, presumably to the hospital.
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The cooks start fighting the dog and the weaver again.
Sanctume can’t get himself to attack his own daughter.
The duke turns around and shouts, “Congratulations Sanctume, You are promoted to Captain of the Guard! Clean this mess up with your daughter.”
(http://i.imgur.com/EXddlh7.png)
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The Duke Gwolfski carries Mayor Quasar to the Hospital bed...
(http://i.imgur.com/smEZubX.png)
and he immediately leaves to Report a Crime.
But Doctor May is on her break…
(5 days later)
27th Galena
May finishes her Break, and Diagnose Patient.
(http://i.imgur.com/kR4C2G3.png)
Her right foot is mangled beyond recognition.
Her right hand is bruised.
Her head is bruised.
Doctor May retrieves a gold crutch from the coffers and assigned it to Mayor Quasar.
Mayor Quasar gets up and leaves to Report a Crime.
(http://i.imgur.com/ZjqTi6A.png)
As Vucarstinthad has become haggard and drawn due to the tremendous stresses placed on her and is throwing a tantrum. She feels regretful after starting a fist fight. She feels satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. Within the last season, she was dejected when caught in the rain. She didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. She didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. She didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. She didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She was blissful dining in a legendary dining room. She felt satisfied after receiving water. She was blissful after sleeping in a great bedroom. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She was interested near a fine Seat. She was interested near a fine Table. She was interested near a fine Door. She was interested near a fine Container. She was interested near her own fine Bed. She was interested near her own fine Cabinet. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. She was interested near a fine Door. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. She was horrified after seeing a goblin die. She didn't feel anything after seeing a giant mole die. She was interested near a fine Seat. She felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. She felt satisfied at work. She was horrified after seeing L•r Markurns die. She felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge.
She is married to Sibrek Steelfaith and has one child: `Child' Puceportal. She is the daughter of Zasit Gazepaged and `Sanctume' Tongswane.
She is a citizen of The Old Nets. She is a member of The Farm of Hammers. She is a former member of The Bent Wire. She arrived at Imarust on the 23rd of Limestone in the year 238.
She is ninety-six years old, born on the 13th of Timber in the year 144.
She is corpulent. Her hair is clean-shaven. Her slate gray eyes have thin irises. Her small-lobed ears are somewhat narrow. Her hair is burnt sienna mixed with gray. Her skin is tan.
She is tough and slow to tire, but she is very slow to heal and quite clumsy.
As Vucarstinthad likes anhydrite, sterling silver, resin opal, cow leather, common snapping turtle shell, spears, rings, puzzleboxes and geese for their formation flying. When possible, she prefers to consume tigerfish, yellow bullhead, persimmon wine, sliver barb seeds and durians. She absolutely detests blood gnats.
She has a sharp intellect and a good kinesthetic sense, but she has a shortage of patience, poor empathy, a questionable spatial sense and a really bad memory.
Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally doesn't really value merrymaking. She dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.
She becomes completely helpless in stressful situations. She can easily fall in love or develop positive sentiments. She often feels discouraged. She takes offered help and gifts without feeling particularly grateful. She is brave in the face of imminent danger. She is quite polite. She is slow to anger. She tends to share her own experiences and thoughts with others. She doesn't seek out excitement. She is assertive. She talks to inanimate objects when she's trying to remember something. She needs alcohol to get through the working day.
"I was attacked. Ah... uh..."
Over the long term, Goden Egominod has been under a great deal of stress. He is shocked after being attacked. He is grouchy when caught in the rain. Within the last season, he felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Bed. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt tenderness talking with the spouse. He felt pleasure near his own fine Container. He felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. He was content dining in a legendary dining room. He was content after sleeping in a great bedroom. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything while in conflict. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. He felt satisfied while yelling at somebody in charge. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt satisfied while crying on somebody in charge. He felt pleasure near his own fine Cabinet. He felt pleasure near a fine Trade Depot. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He didn't feel anything after seeing a wild boar sow die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a draltha die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant wild boar die. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Bed. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He didn't feel anything after seeing a draltha die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a elk bird die. He felt pleasure near his own fine Bed. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Table.
He is married to Feb Calledracks and has one child: `Child' Spotattics. He is the son of Fath Canyonfenced and Ducim Helmeddomains.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is a former member of The Canyons of Fury. He arrived at Imarust on the 7th of Slate in the year 238.
He is twenty years old, born on the 13th of Obsidian in the year 220.
His left upper leg is bruised. His left hand is bruised.
He is corpulent. His hair is extremely long. His somewhat short ears are slightly flattened. His eyebrows are extremely sparse. His hair is burnt sienna. His skin is cinnamon. His eyes are slate gray.
He is weak.
Goden Egominod likes conglomerate, lay pewter, demantoid, black-cap wood, giant osprey leather, the color gold, ballista parts, horses for their strength and olms for their gills. When possible, he prefers to consume giant rattlesnake and blackberry wine. He absolutely detests worms.
He has an iffy memory, a large deficit of willpower, little patience and poor spatial senses.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally finds leisure time wasteful, values decorum, dignity and proper behavior, finds those that deny their impulses somewhat stiff and doesn't feel strongly about the law. He dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.
He feels best when everyone gets along without any strife or contention. He is prone to hatreds and often develops negative feelings. He doesn't handle stress well. He is somewhat fearful in the face of imminent danger. He tends to be swayed by the emotions of others. He has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. He is not particularly interested in what others think of him. He occasionally overindulges. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
She is content after being able to rest and recuperate. She feels gratitude after being rescued. She feels hopeless after suffering a major injury. She panics after being attacked. She doesn't feel anything after experiencing trauma. Within the last season, she felt empathy while being yelled at by an unhappy citizen. She felt satisfied conducted a meeting in a good setting. She felt empathy while being cried on by an unhappy citizen. She was annoyed when caught in the rain. She felt satisfied at work. She felt satisfied after producing a masterwork. She was blissful after sleeping in a great bedroom. She felt dislike when forced to talk to somebody annoying. She felt pleasure near a fine Seat. She felt pleasure near a fine Seat. She felt pleasure near a fine Table. She felt pleasure near a fine Door. She felt pleasure near her own completely sublime Statue. She felt pleasure near a fine Table. She felt pleasure near a fine Seat. She felt pleasure near her own fine Seat. She felt gratitude to be re-elected. She felt pleasure near a fine Table. She felt pleasure near a fine Seat. She felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. She felt pleasure near a fine Seat. She felt pleasure near a fine Table.
She is a worshipper of Tecak and a worshipper of Rurast Mirrormystery the Bewildering Cloak.
She is a citizen of The Old Nets. She is a member of The Farm of Hammers. She is the broker of The Farm of Hammers. She is the mayor of The Farm of Hammers. She is the former chief medical dwarf of The Farm of Hammers. She is the former expedition leader of The Farm of Hammers. She arrived at Imarust on the 15th of Granite in the year 236.
She is sixty-five years old, born on the 11th of Slate in the year 175.
Her right foot is mangled beyond recognition. Her right hand is bruised. Her head is bruised.
She would be very thin but bears an enormous lardy burden. Her eyes are slate gray. Her hair is clean-shaven. She has an angular chin. Her ears are free-lobed. Her hair is burnt sienna. Her skin is brown.
`Quasar' Ustutharkim likes andesite, steel, dendritic agate, pileated gibbon leather, llama wool, the color lavender blush and bolts. When possible, she prefers to consume cockatiel and dwarven rum. She absolutely detests large roaches.
She has a great affinity for language, a great feel for social relationships, great creativity, very good intuition and a feel for music, but she has little willpower, poor empathy and poor focus.
Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally finds sacrifice to be one of the highest ideals, treasures leisure time and thinks it is very important in life, thinks working hard is an abject idiocy and values a harmonious existence. She dreams of raising a family.
She is not careful with resources when working on projects and often spends unnecessary effort. She generally acts impartially and is rarely moved to mercy. She can handle stress. She is generally quite confident of her abilities when undertaking specific ventures. She can sometimes act without deliberation. She likes to keep things practical, without delving too deeply into the abstract. She tends to hang on to grievances. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.
"I brought somebody to rest in bed. I feel such sympathy!"
He feels sympathy after bringing somebody to rest in bed. Within the last season, he felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt fondness talking with a friend. He was annoyed when caught in the rain. He felt satisfied at work. He felt sympathy after giving somebody water. He felt pleasure near his own fine Bed. He felt pleasure near his own fine Cabinet. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a wild boar sow die. He felt pleasure near his own fine Seat. He felt pleasure near his own completely sublime Statue. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near his own fine Door. He felt dislike when forced to talk to somebody annoying. He was apathetic after talking to a pillar of society. He was irritated to be wearing old clothing. He was irritated when thirsty. He felt jovial to have a mandate deadline met.
He is a worshipper of Istrath and a casual worshipper of Tecak.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is the militia captain of The Farm of Hammers. He is the duke of The Old Nets. He is the former baron of The Old Nets. He is the former count of The Old Nets. He arrived at Imarust on the 15th of Granite in the year 236.
He is ninety years old, born on the 4th of Sandstone in the year 150.
He is corpulent. His eyes are slate gray. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His hair is clean-shaven. His nose is incredibly upturned. He has high cheekbones. His copper skin is wrinkled. His nose bridge is somewhat concave. His hair is burnt sienna with flecks of gray.
He is quite susceptible to disease and very quick to tire.
`Gwolfski' Uristirtir likes native platinum, bronze, amethyst, crystal glass, octopus leather, the color pine green, battle axes, millstones, hippos for their strength and horned melon vines for their fruit. When possible, he prefers to consume goat, salmon and single-grain wheat beer. He absolutely detests leeches.
He has a great sense of empathy, the ability to focus and willpower.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally sees the denial of impulses as a vain and foolish pursuit, values romance, doesn't respect a society that has settled into harmony without debate and strife, does not respect the law and views loyalty unfavorably. He dreams of creating a great work of art, and this dream was realized.
He has no ambition whatsoever. He cuts any corners possible when working on a project, regardless of the consequences, rather than wasting effort or resources. He is concerned only with matters practical to the situation at hand, with absolutely no inclination toward abstract discussion. He does not enjoy participating in physical confrontations, and he works to square this natural tendency with his respect of martial prowess. He has a very calm demeanor. He often feels envious of others. He tends to share his own experiences and thoughts with others. He tends to think before acting. He is slow to anger. He is assertive. He doesn't often experience strong cravings or urges, and he is troubled by this because he values such powerful forces in life. He has a greedy streak. He generally acts with a narrow focus on the current activity. He tends to form only tenuous emotional bonds with others. He rarely feels discouraged. He generally acts impartially and is rarely moved to mercy. He is trusting. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.
31st Galena
I do not know what will happen. I do not know what entails the position of Captain of the Guard.
I do know that I mandate certain luxuries, including demands for jails, chains, cages, more cabinets, armor stand, weapon rack, dinning and even tomb.
Perhaps I will have to jail my daughter in time.
But I would dare say that I was being trained for this position for there are schemes within schemes that I have yet to learn.
It is a puzzle that Duke Gwolfski shows great compassion to Mayor Quasar, and yet she accuses him.
Is it dwarven iron will that holds back emotions to want the succor of a mother's embrace, a sue for peace instead of striking out because one is a witness to great injustice?
A dwarf must have compassion in the core of his being.
In the mean time, I visit a special dwarf.
I said my farewell and I locked the hatch.
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`Wild Child' Giginfath, "`Wild Child' Fliersacks", Dwarven Child
"I was near to my own Bed. I'm very pleased."
He feels pleasure near his own fine Bed. He feels pleasure near a fine Table. He feels pleasure near a fine Seat. He feels pleasure near a fine Table. He feels pleasure near a fine Table. Within the last season, he felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt nervous not having adequate protection. He felt pleasure near a splendid Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He was grouchy when caught in the rain. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near his own completely sublime Statue. He felt pleasure near his own completely sublime Cabinet. He didn't feel anything after seeing a gray langur die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a giant gray langur die. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He was blissful dining in a legendary dining room. He was blissful after sleeping in a very good bedroom. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime Well. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near his own fine Container. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a splendid Trap. He felt fondness talking with a sibling. He felt pleasure near a fine Statue.
He is the son of Kulet Ballattic and Kadol Lucklancer. He is an ardent worshipper of Vucar Freeskies.
He is a citizen of The Old Nets. He is a member of The Farm of Hammers. He is a former member of The Lenses of Day. He arrived at Imarust on the 21st of Slate in the year 239.
He is ten years old, born on the 26th of Moonstone in the year 230.
He is corpulent. His long sideburns are braided. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is braided. His hair is clean-shaven. He has an angular chin. His nose is hooked. His ears are somewhat narrow. His hair is burnt sienna. His skin is cinnamon. His eyes are slate gray.
He is susceptible to disease.
`Wild Child' Giginfath likes chalk, rose gold, yellow jasper, carambola wood wood, giant wild boar hoof, the color chartreuse, windows and bracelets. When possible, he prefers to consume tuber beer. He absolutely detests purring maggots.
He has a great affinity for language, a deep well of patience and a good kinesthetic sense, but he has little willpower, very bad analytical abilities and poor creativity.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time and respects commerce. He personally finds maintaining decorum a silly, fumbling waste of time, is put off by family and doesn't care about nature one way or another. He dreams of mastering a skill.
He enjoys being in crowds. He is somewhat quarrelsome, and he is bothered by this since he values friendship. He is often cheerful. He has a calm demeanor. He doesn't tend to hold on to grievances. He doesn't seek out excitement. He sometimes acts with little determination and confidence. He tends to avoid any physical confrontations, and he works to square this natural tendency with his respect of martial prowess. He is somewhat fearful in the face of imminent danger. He has little interest in joking around. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
I'm going to add a few more explicit guidelines to the OP, just to ensure things stay good. It's all fairly basic stuff, but I want something to point to if someone breaks the previously-unwritten rules:
Turns
- Duration: 1 year or 2 weeks, whichever comes first.
- Turns will be skipped if you fail to respond or stop updating.
- Extensions past the 2-week point will be granted if you put a lot of work into high-quality updates.
Graphics
- You can use graphics sets, but for convenience's sake the save should always be converted back to ASCII when passing turns.
Exploits
- You can use your own judgement on what is and is not an exploit, but stay away from obvious hacks like danger rooms. Maintain the suspension of disbelief!
Editing the RAWs/Using DFHack
- Using utilities to simplify the game or recover FPS is fine. Anything the LazyNewbPack does by default is fine.
- Check with me if there's any doubt. I'll sign off on making creatures war-trainable or increasing merchant animals carrying capacity.
- Anything that involves changing dwarf stats or killing specific targets is cheating and thus completely unacceptable. Same goes for fastdwarf, reveal-all, etc.
Savescumming
- Savescumming is more acceptable here than in many forts, since Breadbowl doesn't run on chaos and mismanagement the way other forts do. But don't overuse it: from a narrative standpoint, the occasional massacre or accidental drowning is a good thing.
Surgeon's Journal: Spring
As part of the initiation of all new overseers, dwarves can declare their desire for a new persona. We had 2 such dwarves approach me, and it has been entered into the official records.
One of our better miners has decided to be called Bismuth Lad. Has a thing for large gems and copper.
(http://i.imgur.com/nQEArNK.png?1)
Upon hearing that he was part of the pending draft, one of the recruits wanted the codename Crazy Blades. The blades part is understandable, since he has some basic knowledge of swordsmanship. Crazy is a less desirable trait and he will be monitored closely.
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As soon as the western bridge lowered and the exterior masonry plans in place, a runner approached from the lower quarters with tablet after tablet of complaints.
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38 full tablets to be exact. All from dwarves currently in quarantine that were trying to haul items. I formally removed all labors from those secluded belowground and asked them to kindly not bother me again until they were able to rejoin the workforce.
While I'm on the subject of dwarves bothering the everliving daylight out of me, the miners guild are next on the list. Not long after work began on the new year, the emergency alarm sounded and a runner dispatched to me on a matter of utmost importance. I immediately sprinted down to the quarantine zone to see just how bad the situation was.
"What's the emergency? Cave-in? Magma flood? Don't tell me it was the Gorlak getting loose again!"
"The rock here is wet."
"I know it's wet. The dwarf-made lake is right above us. As long as you don't dig a shaft up, there won't be any issues."
"Miner's Guild Rule #1. Any stone that's found to be wet or hot requires a full state of emergency."
"No, unexplored stone that's hot or wet needs to be examined closely. We know exactly where the water is. It's fine, trust me."
"Rule #1. I have no say in the matter. Please be prompt in responding to the upcoming emergency alerts."
"You are really going to bring the entire fortress to a grinding halt dozens of times over this? No wonder the Overseership is considered so stressful"
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I grit my teeth and told everyone to carry on. Eventually the miners carved out the new quarantine rooms and the alarms finally subsided. Work continued to progress around the fortress and my patience with the miners would eventually pay off. When the annual elven caravan and diplomat arrived, a shout from the depths brought good tidings.
(http://i.imgur.com/4CzFy8i.png?1)
The third cavern at last! The magma sea surely would be nearby as well. I ordered the cavern breach sealed off and redirected the miners to continue exploring the depths.
Meanwhile, my attendance at the meeting between Gwolfski and the elven diplomat was required.
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The Duke was already aware of the current wagon highway project that was currently underway. Seeing how we probably will exceed their arbitrary quota before summer arrives, Gwolfski refused their request without much thought. Seeing how we are in the middle of a giant rainforest and trees aren't exactly scarce, the elves will have to deal with our presence. We will not budge for the goblins, and we certainly wont for the elves. If they are dumb enough to start a war with the mountainhome, they will regret it.
Perhaps in retaliation, the diplomat then went on the longest rendition of recent elven history imaginable.
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Once he finally subsided, I headed to the depot to make sure the king's mandate was fulfilled properly.
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Prepared meals traded = 110
Drinks traded = 4,925
We could not send anywhere close to all our food and drink to the mountainhome with the elves due to their limited pack animals. I suggested to the trader that they start growing some wagons. He seemed to take offense to this practical solution. I fear I will never understand their mindset. I was quite pleased with their animal selection however. The two bears and especially the giraffe will be welcome additions to the pastures. The other animals will be slaughtered for the exotic meats.
Trading completed, everyone began hauling excess pots back down to the stockpiles and resuming the various construction projects. Tranquility was not to last much further however.
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Something is causing mass panic with the pastures?
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Yes, harpies qualify as an issue that would need resolving. At first I rotated between the Shafts and the Assaults to try and predict where the harpies would strike, but they seemed much more interested in flying close enough to cause panic but not to actually attack anything. After a couple days, I requested that the Watch keep an eye out and attack them whenever they could, and sent the melee dwarves back to continue sparring in the barracks. The Watch assured me that they would handle it, and they seem competent enough.
Meanwhile, this happened:
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Magma, at last! The warmth and power were a sight for sore eyes. I designated a magma collection area to be dug and an exploratory shaft on the level above to see if the adamantine spire extended upwards. Everyone is so busy as it is with construction that it might take a little while to be completed, but its good to have a plan in place.
Migrants arrived soon thereafter. 27 strong dwarves looking to provide for the empire. The metalsmith was the only one of any significance, but this many dwarves with no stress are a welcome sight and have been put to work.
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As the migrants were getting settled a cheer rose up from the western part of the moat.
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One of the harpies had been knocked into the moat by a swift bolt through her wing. The Watch focus fired her down without mercy. Having the corpse in the moat isnt ideal, but it will take quite some time before we can obsidianize it. Something to plan for to be sure. Another harpy was sniped atop the garbage chute shortly afterwards, while the third fled our lands in terror.
With spring winding down, a review of the season's tasks is in order.
Subject 1: Stress
The quarantine improvements have been completed.
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The four dwarves with the worst symptoms each have their own wings with a corresponding burrow to encompass both their rooms and the traditional quarantine zone. Animal therapy is a success for most, although having a caged horse in your bedroom seems like it would be a health concern.
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While not as haggard as some of his fellows in the quarantine, it was good to see Bearskie's sprits up. He is close to snapping out of his funk, although a good rain would probably send him right back into it. Seeing how we are in a rainforest, he will remain in quarantine for additional treatments.
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Bearskie announced throughout the fortress that he was throwing a party in the main dining hall to celebrate, then immediately realized that he couldn't actually go to the party. A few dwarves confirmed that they would attend and raise their glasses 'in his honor', but I'm of the opinion that they were looking for an excuse to hang out and drink to excess instead of work.
Subject 2: Clothing & Equipment Issues
I'm pleased to see that the clothing issues have been mostly resolved. One of the Watch is now missing both trousers and armor, which is a symptom of troubling mental issues. I asked May to make a couple more pieces of armor to see if this rectifies the issue. If not, more drastic actions may be required.
Subject 3: Labor Organization
Everyone seems content with their new jobs. Most dwarves are currently employed with construction projects and idler count remains low. Construction is aggravatingly slow on the caravan highway network. Our people keep canceling their road designations due to logs in the way that are reserved for adjacent road sections. It will slowly but surely resolve itself with time.
Subject 4: Military
The new barracks is in place (minus the floor paneling, which will be installed shortly), and armor/weapon production is underway. The draft has not been formally instituted yet, as we are still short on dwarfpower for construction and hauling.
The ground view of the barracks:
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One level above:
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The ramps allow caravans to travel above the barracks and into the fortress. The bridge is connected to the lever in the southwestern corner of the dining hall (properly notated with the N function), and is to be raised when under attack. This will force the goblins to enter the fortress through the barracks, where they will march single file into our waiting soldiers without the opportunity for enemy bowfire.
Subject 5: Pastures
I'm not going to sit and watch the grass grow. It will happen as it happens.
Subject 6: Medical Science
Unfortunately Kib Domasmorul, who was earmarked to be Patient 1, did not respond as intended to the initial clinical trial. Believed to be a lamentable fluke, minor corrections to the system have been instituted.
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Subject 7: Stocks
Soap is now at an acceptable level, but production continues while convenient. Giant Olm tallow has been forbidden for cooking in order to ensure availability. Steel and galena smelting is ongoing. No change in other stock related issues.
Summer is here, and it is time for work to resume. To work we go!
Surgeon's Journal: Winter
As is often the case, the change of seasons ushered in a new wave of dwarven identity crisis. The first such case was ToniK, who told me he wanted to join me in my scientific pursuits. Whether it was out of shared ideals, or something else entirely is up for debate.
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Next up is our legendary weaponsmith, who now wished to be called Shul-nak. Not only has he outfitted our military with truly excellent weapons, but he swings a mean axe himself. In another life, he might have been tabbed for military service, but his craftsmanship is too valuable to waste.
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One of the newest members of the Earthen Assaults wanted a minor name change to signify her new responsibilities. Formerly known as Zulgar, now she wishes to be called by her more formal name, Zulgarkun. The spear is her weapon of choice, and will serve the fortress well.
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Finally, one of the Shafts of Fortifying wishes to be known as DDDragoni. One of the older members of Breadbowl, she desires to utilize her twilight years in defense of her home, staring death head on with an axe in her hand.
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The naming ceremonies were cut short however. The second day of winter brought more than simple name changes with it.
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They came for me again! Threats press in from all around, no matter what precautions I've taken. No longer content with sending raw recruits and ogres at us, this was a siege of trained goblins with troll support. The alarm resonated throughout the fortress as we prepared for the invaders to advance on the barracks, this time with the moat completely dry. Or at least that was the plan...
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A stray water buffalo wandered up a ramp that was next to the wall for some unknown reason and began getting peppered by goblin arrows. Death quickly followed, but not before bringing another mini-crisis with it.
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A lone goblin pikeman successfully scaled the wall and hopped across, right into the fortress proper. With the troops in the barracks far to the west, I called for the Watch to see if they could snipe him down while he chased after a nearby yak. Before they could arrive, Tirist of the miner's guild decided to take matters into his own hands.
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Sustaining only superficial injuries, our miner emerged victorious. Severing both feet and the left forearm, the goblin bled to death quite quickly. Meanwhile, the brunt of the trolls with a few goblin bowmen for support were approaching the barracks entrance.
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With the inability to surround our superior troops or provide supporting bowfire, the hallway was soon coated in the foul smelling blue troll blood.
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With their troll allies already slain after rushing so far ahead, the bulk of the goblin forces made their way towards the corpse-riddled hallway.
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I could't see what transpired within those confined spaces, but the soldiers say it was a slaughter of gruesome proportions.
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All in all, only a few cuts and bruises on our end, while the goblin force was decimated. One troubling sight was a lone troll that managed to scale the walls of the barracks and hop over, but he was quickly wiped out from behind. I made a mental note to expand the walls up top to deter such ideas in the future.
Two events happened in celebration of the end of the siege.
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Iton, one of our farmers, claimed a carpenter's workshop and began furiously sketching. He seemed to have everything he needed, so further oversight was unnecessary. The other event was much more predictable.
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Quite the party aficionado we have in our midst. Spirits were quite high, and I decided to attend as well. Seeing how I was planning on spending most of the immediate future engrossed in the old manuscripts, drinking until I couldn't remember my name seemed like the thing to do.
While I was nursing a particularly nasty hangover, Iton emerged from his workshop with a marvelous new creation.
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In order to make sure it was never used in something crude like animal trappings, I designated it to be placed on display in the dining hall. I didn't look at it too closely, as I was quite preoccupied with the results of my studies. Contingency Plan Omega is foolproof; no matter what comes for me, I'll be ready. In the event of a total catastrophe and the walls are breached by goblin, beast, or even the gods themselves, I can escape Breadbowl safely with such speed that they will never catch up to me! There is no practical way to do an actual test of the system, but the old texts are littered with examples. Urist and his son escaping the island dungeon, the legendary Morul and his encounter with the unfortunate Orc, the list goes on and on. I've told no one of Omega; there will not be any hinderances with my escape should the worst come to pass. There might be a stampede by the others once they see the Plan in action, but by then I will already be long gone.
Almost as proof of the wisdom of my plans, an uninvited guest appeared in the depths below.
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Our new enemy roams freely in Cavern 3, where he is quite unable to reach me. Today is not the day for Omega, and time marches on here in Breadbowl.
The winter months seemed to fly by, as my fellow dwarves tried to do every task they could possibly think of other than dumping the goblin and troll corpses in the magma dump. It is no longer my concern, as the next overseer will have to deal with their remains. Finally content with my place in the world, I decided to look over the fortress as the last days of winter come to an end.
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Magma is being hauled to the new kilns. Food storage is in very short supply and having 6 kilns up and running will help out tremendously. The farmers tell me there is a backlog of over 2000 plants to be brewed, and even these new kilns might not be enough to get us enough pottery. (Kiln 3 minecart was empty for some reason, so it wont have enough magma for power until the next batch.)
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Pastureland continues to be an issue that needs resolving. Donkey, horse, and rhino pastures are insufficient, while the yak and water buffalo still reside in temporary pastureland to the northeast of the forges. More dirt roads need to be constructed over any saplings or plantlife to allow maximum grazing area.
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Clear glass block production continues slow but steadily. Magma glass forges should be constructed to increase output, as well as for glass pot creation afterwards.
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A view of the dining hall. The lever in the southwest corner needs to be pulled while under siege in order to remove the caravan access point where invaders could bypass the barracks. Making a variety of metal tables and chairs will increase happiness. We need a lot of magma powered forges and smelters for that, and hopefully the next overseer has them installed as well.
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A bird's eye view of Breadbowl and most of our surrounding lands. The caravan highway is complete around all 4 edges of our map to ensure the caravans will always have wagon access. The moat is almost totally dried out now, and I would recommend leaving it that way. While it was quite useful in it's time, our soldiers have proven more than capable when it comes to warfare. (That and FPS death is a real thing. Even with the moat drained, I was hovering at 18 FPS.)
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The greater cave spider web collection area is fully complete. When the lever is pulled, the shielding bridge will lower and the spider will spray the dog with webs, filling the room. Pull again to raise the shield, then collect away. In case you ever want to cage the spider again, simply unlock the door behind him and he will wander into the waiting cage trap. Note that this entire setup will not work if the spider is ever tamed.
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Thus ends my tenure as overseer of Breadbowl. The fortress will be entrusted to the capable hands of my successor, whomever that may be. May the gods smile upon us (and if not, Omega is salvation for me!)
~~~Journal's End~~~
With that, my turn as overseer is finished. Thanks for having me, it was really fun.
Two things I didn't document on purpose: Contingency Plan Omega and the medical training system. I'm going to let the next overseer show everyone those two however they see fit. I'll PM the training system details to the next overseer so they know where it is and exactly how it works. I've used the same setup in another fort to great success, which makes the failure of the system here so frustrating for me. It is either instant death or not even a bruise here, whereas I usually get broken bones and torn muscles to train my medical staff with. For Omega, I'm not going to tell anyone about it, other than its completely harmless as far as the safety of the fort is concerned.
A TLDR list of recommendations for the next overseer:
1) After the magma kilns are in place, collect more magma. We need magma glass furnaces, smelters, and forges.
2) This fort is far and away the most mineral rich fort I've ever played. I can't recall of even hearing about another fort that has more minerals. Once you have the magma smelters going, try and make a variety of metal tables and chairs for the dining hall, one for each type of specialty metal. I've got a rose gold and regular gold set in there, with some sterling silver and nickel silver ones in the quarantine zone.
3) Buy all the gypsum plaster from the caravan in the fall. That's the only thing that we really desperately need. Cloth and leather is always good to have though.
4) Fix the pastures. I did very little for advancing the fort during my tenure as far as pastures were concerned, as I was concentrating on other things. They do need some help though.
5) Try and make the outer wall 2z's high to prevent enemy climbers.
Save is here: http://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=11590
Prologue
1st Granite 243
"Damn it, I'm gonna be late for combat training! Curse this blasted rain!"
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"What is with this constant downpour? I'll have to oil down my armor and rub off the rust again."
I cursed under my breath as I trudged my way across the soggy fields of dog tooth grass and lush grama, holding up my candlenut shield in a futile effort to ward off the rain.
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I'd arrived in Ímarust (Ahhh! Stop reminding me with the rust!) around 4 years ago to ply my craft as a woodcutter and fisherdwarf. I remembered that it was raining heavily then, as it is now. Damn rain never lets up in this place. Of course, they took one good look at me and put me in the military instead where I can't even wield an my axe or touch a fishing pole. Of course by now I'm pretty much resigned to my lot in life, at least the lack of fishing activity will keep me away from those-
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Did I mention I absolutely detest those icky slimy things? Did you know they squirt?? As a fisherdwarf I had to be careful of how I picked my fishing spots at low tide in order to avoid entire clusters of those wretched things as they squirted their bodily fluids over the bloody place. All the doctors at home said I had some sort of ostraconophobia or was it phallophobia? But I simply don't quite trust the judgement of any fellow that detests hamsters.
Still, things aren't too bad around here, if you overlook the constant rain, the periodic lack of booze, the wereskunks, the gem monsters, the goblin sieges and the smell of manure everywhere.
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"You're late." Said Taupe as he demonstrated the Zimeshabod, dodging an oncoming blow from Olin and tapping his shoulder while Thob and Sodel looked on and tried to replicate the movement.
"I'm sorry! It was the damn rain I-"
"-No matter, you are excused from this morning's training, the Duke is expecting you in his office."
"What could he want from me?"
"I don't know but you better- Too slow! Anticipate the blow, then dodge and attack in the same movement!" Barked Taupe as he demonstrated the move once again with no wasted motion.
Taupe turned towards me.
"You'd better hurry." he said matter of factly, before returning to a relaxed position and dodging another blow from Olin.
As I made my way across the pens and pastures towards the living quarters and dining area, I came across a most depressing sight.
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Apparently, Shul-Nak was playing with his niece, ToniK with his wife Cilob following in tow, when he keeled over in front of the dining quarters and passed away at the ripe old age of a hundred and fifty five. Tonik who had been under quite a lot of stress lately simply couldn't retain her composure and burst into a fit of tears, while Cilob whom is rather old herself tries to face the death of her husband with some dignity, trying to-
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Edem, busybody that she is, tries to lecture ToniK, whom is getting on in age herself, about the need for composure and trying not to make a scene and interrupting everyone else.
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This was way too late of course, everyone in the vicinity is still in shock from Shul-nak's sudden demise. I left them to their own devices and made my way down the stairway to the Duke's quarters below.
The Duke wasn't in at the moment, so naturally I went next door to the Mayor Quasar's office to see if she knew what was going on.
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The Mayor has her hands full at the moment trying to placate a depressed Bearskie and a oblivious As who is clearly off her rocker, stumbling about all over the place and knocking over furniture.
"Yeah I know I have trouble controlling my temper. But there's nothing like a good brawl you know?" Muttered Bearskie indignantly.
The moody Bearskie stood in stark contrast to Mayor Quasar, whom seemed oddly pleased with herself.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! AHHHHHH!! ITS ALL GETTING ME DOWN!! AHHHHHHHHH!! WHY DOESN'T ANYONE DO ANYTHING?" Yelled Bearskie into Mayor Quasar's ear.
The Mayor though, nary flinched and instead smiled with an aura of inner peace.
"There there, don't you feel better now Bearskie for getting that off your chest?"
"Why... I suppose I do Mayor! Thanks!" Spoke Bearskie as he suddenly lightened up considerably, then as he turned and walked out of the office, slumped back into his usual stupor.
"Oh how I do like conducting meetings in my own office. What a nice setting don't you agree?" Remarked Mayor Quasar as she beckoned me into her office, taking off the wax wads plugged into her ears.
"I don't suppose you're here to wail and moan about something are you?"
"Well, I'm actually looking for the Duke, do you know where he is?"
"Well he sure ain't in his office. I think he went off earlier to perfect his masonry skills."
"I- don't suppose... you know why the Duke... summoned for me then?" I stammered.
"Well, as a matter of fact I do... Are you aware of Breadbowl's relationship with the mountainhomes?"
"Er... Yes I do."
"Good, that makes things easier. You see, though the King is pleased with the substantial offerings from last year, he was most distressed at the utter lack of offerings last summer. That meant he had to dig out of his own personal larder to feed the citizens of The Old Nets. I even heard rumors that some folks starved. This will not do at all, nuh uh. So the Duke has selected a new overseer to take care of this little green problem. An overseer with a decidedly military slant. Namely you."
*Gulp* "May I ask why me and not someone more qualified for the task at hand, like-"
"NO. You may NOT. Now take these overseer logbooks and scram."
With that whole business out of the way, I plunked the overseer logs onto a dining table and got myself a drink from my water skin.
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"Damn it! Where's the booze!? Hmmm.. on second thought, perhaps I could put these overseer powers to good use." I muttered absentmindedly to myself.
"OVERSEER!?" Exclaimed Stukos the weaponsmith from a nearby table.
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Guess that makes us all idiots huh?
1st Granite 243
Sibrek comes along to haul Shul-nak's corpse away to his final resting place.
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There are all sorts of crops lying withered in the fields. Why is this happening? After questioning a brewer, I found out that our plant stockpiles were full and we were also out of barrels and pots.
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In the interim, I made arrangements to redirect some of our plant stocks to a nearby unused stockpile, while ordering the new furnace site tastefully built in glumprong wood to be expanded because magma glass furnaces won't fit in there.
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I inspected the refuse stockpiles and to my dismay found goblin and ogre corpses being mixed in there in plain sight! This will drive those unhappy haulers even more out of whack! I made a note to separate out their corpses later and marked the goblin corpses for dumping.
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Oh did I mention that THERE IS NO BOOZE in the fortress!? Save for a scattered few left in abandoned water skins that no one bothers touching. The citizens are getting very irritated and very slow due to the lack of inebriation.
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After waking from a romp with giant hamsters, zasit goes to hunt in the caverns.
Meanwhile, Angus has been guilt-ridden for violating a production order by our Duke and is serving a 10 days prison term for it.
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9th Granite 243
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The elves have arrived and... we still don't have any booze to send back to the mountainhome.
13 granite 243
Quasar is too busy partying and/or conducting meetings to conduct trade. I just went out and hollered for someone to take up her responsibilities and thankfully Kadol Ableltotot answers the call.
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In total, 2382 meals were sent back to the mountainhome. Tecak forgive my transgressions but I also traded off the seeds that cannot be grown in this accursed climate. They are just taking up our storage space and most of them can't even be cooked or eaten! The elves brought some animals and we added to our livestock another emu, a giant grey parrot, a cougar and a kakapo.
Our cooks have come up with an odd idea, that large rock salt pots will add a distinct flavor to our meals and even preserve them better. I hope they do not use these pots for booze storage.
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16th Granite 243
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The elven represntative from Lenicamela has arrived. The first booze in quite awhile has been successfully brewed.
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Duke Gwolfski entertains our elven guest.
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And listens to him blabber about a bunch of stuff we are uninterested in.
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He was not amused.
18th Granite 243
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Kol was struck by some otherworldly inspiration and rushes back into the fortress, claiming a carpenters workshop.
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21st Granite 243
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The animal trainers are proud to report that our War Rhino training program is coming along nicely. They also report that our livestock breeding program is doing very well.
27th granite 243
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3rd slate 243
Everything is fine! Everything is just fine! No need to worry! What is it now?
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SHIT.
Spring is already done and I'm a little ways into summer. I need to rush off now, so I'll edit this post when I'm back in about 2 days.
EDIT: re-sized the pictures for added clarity and added some missing screenshots.
5th slate 243
Kol is busy working on something in the carpenter's workshop, we shall see what comes of it.
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Meanwhile we found Nokor lurking in the waters in the southeast quadrant of the underground lake. We followed Captain Vortex's lead and stationed ourselves nearby the bubbling murk in order to lure the thing out of the water.
Then we waited.
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Zulban and Vortex were the first to engage the giant stag beetle in battle as it lunged out of the water at us. Somehow, Zulban managed to end up below the beast as it skittered toward us and Zulban took a took a bite of the beasts soft underbelly, hanging on for dear life as it skittered toward us. Meanwhile Techno and Vortex encircled the beast, taking turns to chip away at its chitin as it sputtered poisonous fumes all over the place. A shot to its leg brought the beast down, and Zulban, Vortex and Techno took turns chopping away at it as if it were a felled tree until all sign of life was extinguished from the great stag beetle.
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In their eagerness for battle, Vortex and Zulban were splashed with a coating of the forgotten beasts extract and seem to have contracted a fever.
As we moved off, Vortex stumbles to the ground in a fit of dizziness. Before we knew what was happening, Zulban lost his footing as well as his vision.
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A rescue team was dispatched to retrieve them for further observation while the rest of us assumed our normal tour of duties.
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First impressions are everything.
This was especially true for Sibrek Logemtad, also known by his moniker Paintmatch the lofty, or these days, his Highness, King of The Old Nets. He was concerned with the inconsistent offerings from Breadbowl and had come personally to oversee the operations here to ensure that they met the quotas set for this calendar year.
Now that he had seem first hand what Breadbowl was like, he was less than impressed.
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"What is this goblin corpse doing here lying about in the open? Don't you folks have any hygiene standards to adhere to? What if the food gets contaminated?" spoke Sibrek in an even manner as he questioned one of the commoners.
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Sibrek had entertained the thought of using his position as King to indulge himself and do nothing for the rest of his days, but it seemed that he would have to put these thoughts aside. Breadbowl was far from the supply hub that he had envisioned, and changes would have to be made. He was King after all, and his burden was that he had a kingdom to feed.
As he made a tour of the premises, he learnt of the recent death of Shul-nak, one of his distant cousins and more importantly, a legendary weaponsmith; a most invaluable asset to the kingdom. He was somewhat aggrieved, though he did not let it upset him overmuch. He was well aware that ol' Shul-nak had been getting on in years, so it did not surprise him in the least. Shul-nak lived til a ripe old age of 155 after all. Besides, he couldn't care less about the troubles of other folks.
A crowd had begun to gather around them, and Sibrek made a beckoning motion towards his herald. He wasn't comfortable with large numbers of folks and preferred to avoid addressing the crowd if at all possible.
"In celebration of the King's arrival, you are all to be hammered!" Proclaimed Fath Inkedwinds, outpost liaison of The Old Nets, and now herald of the King.
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The crowd that had gathered around looked around uneasily and a murmur of worried words stirred up among them.
"Yes! You are all to get hammered! Are there any questions?" repeated Fath with a generous smile on his face which soon turned to a look of worry as he observed the growing unease of the crowd that had gathered around them.
"Step aside Fath, evidently something is being lost in translation. What the herald means to say is that you are all to get hammered, which is to say you will all get drunk off your asses as we will be holding a feast to celebrate the King's arrival to Breadbowl. Is that clear to you folks now?" Spoke Melbil Starsword,
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Melbil turned towards Fath.
"You should use the traditional terms Fath, not the new found slang you've picked up from the humans. How many times has it been now?" Melbil pointed out with a bemused look on her face as she exhaled sharply.
"I am sorry your Majesty, I was not aware-"
"Just don't make it a habit."
Fath turned towards one of the peasants, "Order some livestock to be slaughtered, I want some fresh meat for the banquet we are about to throw. By the way do you dregs have any white-spotted pufferfish?"
The peasant shook his head.
"Sunshine?"
The peasant shook his head.
"You've got to have at least some store of hard wheat beer perhaps?"
The peasant shook his head.
"I don't suppose you have some sorghum flour then?"
The peasant shook his head, more vigorously this time.
"Right. Well then let's see what you've got then." Fath made a rounds of the farms and pastures before giving the peasants a list of ingredients to procure for the feast, taking note of the two-humped camel and giant grey parrot that were to be preserved for further breeding stock as one of the preferred morsels of choice that would satisfy the King and Queen consort's regal palates.
Meanwhile, the personal guard of the King escorted him to the Duke's quarters to discuss matters.
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A pair of dwarves followed closely behind the entourage. They seemed to be the personal retinue of the King.
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Meanwhile...
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6th slate 243
The elves have departed with blessings from the King.
Though he had been recovered by Dodok the miner for treatment, Zulban may not have long to live. On the flip side, we have procured 3 incredibly deadly weapons, one on Techno, the other 2 remaining in the possession of Zulban and Vortex.
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Looks like Angus got some extract splashed on his boots, I'll get him to try to wash it off in the caverns, lest any of it tracks into the fortress.
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Oh no! I just learnt that Zulban has died in the arms of Dodok Keskalkemsor who was transporting Zulban to the hospital for treatment. Dodok is still in shock.
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I've forbidden the broken remnants of Nokor's corpse as well as the gear and corpse of Zulban, those contaminants are deadlier than I thought!
7th Slate 243
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Kol Gusiladril has created Abanidashdoren - The Constructive Moist Diamonds, a glumprong door! Very regal looking, this will be a find addition in the King's chambers which are being built at the moment.
15th Slate 243
Vortex has been missing from training for some time now, I hope nothing has happ- oh no.
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I sent someone down to the caverns to check, and indeed, Vortex's corpse has been found by Urdim fenceshaken.
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Mason Capt is shocked at the news, but the rest of the military is taking it in stride. I pray this is the last life that Nokor manages to claim. Meanwhile, an out of control reacher and bonecarver Likot are duking it out in the pastures, frightening the animals. Onul the miner and Uzol the cheesemaker join in the fray and eventually the beast is subdued.
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19th Slate 243
Those damned nobles are so difficult to please! Right after Gwolfski mandates the production of axes, the king mandates production of scepters.
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9th Felsite 243
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My attempts at decontamination of Zulban and Vortex's corpses are somewhat successful. The items they possessed have been cleansed of all traces of Nokor's contaminating extract. But despite weeks of splashing water in an attempt to decontaminate their bodies, their corpses still retained a coating of the poisonous extract on them.
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I think I'll risk it and order their corpses retrieved and buried.
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Good it seems the covering of water did the trick. After their bodies were interred, the Earthen Assaults gathered and we took turns pouring a libation of booze in front of their coffins in memory of their bravery and noble sacrifice. It may be a tad wasteful but may it speed their way to Armok's halls. Rest in peace brave defenders of Breadbowl.
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14th Felsite 243
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We need to expand storage capacity to keep with with the constant pot turnover as well as the increasing plant supplies, so I ordered an area to be excavated to the right of the farms.
17th Felsite 243
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Olin Thaderal Axe Lord has bestowed the name Iden Nanir - the Paddles of Rhyming upon his steel battle axe!
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To arms! To arms!
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Oh wait- Seems the farmers really know how to take care of themselves. Back to training!
25th Felsite 243
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Crazy blades has bestowed the name of Ilirostath - Joyous Esteems upon his steel short sword.
27th Felsite 243
Now that the corpses and debris are cleared from the moat, we can cease the moat maintenance and fill the moat up once again.
Summer has arrived on the calendar
This is a papyrus scroll, stamped with the wax seal of the Old Nets.
It is addressed to Zuglarkun, Viceroy of Breadbowl.
With the arrival of the King, stricter adherence to the letter of the law will be expected. Hence the council has decided that the remaining positions of nobility shall be filled out by able individuals to carry out the administrative will of the council. We have decided that Imic "Wild Thing" meets such a profile, and will be appointed to the position of hammerer to help administer the arm of dwarven justice. Do be noted that this appointment will be effective immediately as of 1st Hematite 243 and you are advised to prepare the necessary equipment and training to expedite the process so he can take up his duties as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
The Dwarven High Council
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Well shit, nobody told me anything, and what's this about a viceroy? These fellas are sauntering in like they owned the place, changing things and taking over operations at their leisure. Well I don't really care, they can do whatever they please as long as they leave me out of it. Oh wait, they are going to throw this task to me and expect me to carry out all the legwork?
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4th Hematite
Progress is being made on the construction of the King's quarters. The base of the tower is being constructed out of lead, and the current plan will be to carve a moat around the tower. Our engineers are already on the task.
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In the meantime, extra dwarfpower is being channeled towards refuse dumping in the second caverns. The refuse dumps will be expanded to further separate out the junk so that our bone carvers will have easy access to the right materials.
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Unfortunately, such tasks entail certain risks. One of our mason haulers (Which one? They all have the same name, it's so confusing.) is accosted by a "friendly" cave crocodile in search of a sparring partner.
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Fortunately, its over enthusiasm leads it straight into one of our cage traps. I believe May will be pleased with our new guest.
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With the absence of Vortex, Murky was appointed to militia captain of The Earthern Assaults. The fellas drank to his promotion.
6th Hematite 243
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In an effort to shore up deficiencies in our medical services, Fath the outpost liaison has begun making plaster powder for our hospital.
10th Hematite 243
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Our Neighbourhood Watch has spotted a giant cave spider heading straight for our refuse haulers!
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Someone inform May that we have yet another applicant applying for residency in the animal pens!
The new kitchen areas have been excavated and built. The King will be pleased to know that this will increase our meal cooking capacity exponentially, though first we must train more chefs to handle all the extra kitchen duties.
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May has informed me that our new resident is happy with her stay at Breadbowl animal hotel. I hope she likes her unroofed quarters and the accompanying rain that never EVER lets up.
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"Cousin Zuglarkun! I've heard you've become the Viceroy of Breadbowl!" said Bim as she sashayed up to me with a wide grin on her face, arms extended outwards in a show of welcome.
"Ah cousin Bim, I did not notice that you have recently moved to Breadbowl, allow me to extend my welcome as the presiding Overseer." said I as I gave her a hug back.
"Overseer? Oh no cousin, the King prefers for you to go by the appointment position of Viceroy instead of that uncouth term. As part of the King's retainers, I've been appointed as the Viscountess of Breadbowl to inspect the food production facilities and make sure everything is running alright. I expect you'll be hearing more about the changes to come soon." beamed Bim as she left me slightly befuddled at this new development. More changes?
This is a pigtail parchment marked with the wax seal of The Old Nets.
Please be informed residents of Breadbowl,
As part of a greater movement to bring about greater cohesiveness of the community and greater productivity, the King has taken counsel with his personal council of advisers and formulated a series of changes to improve conditions here in Breadbowl. These changes are effectively immediately, and non-adherents will be severely hammered.
Here is the first mandate
The "generic job title as name" act will be abolished. Instead, their names will be returned and the generic job title will go under their title or profession name.
"Thank Armok!" praised Mason Hauler No.4.
"Bless the King!" praised Potsmith No. 8.
"All praise be to Nekut!" hollered Brewmaster Brewer No. 3.
"All praise the King!" said Chef Cook no. 4.
"Yea Yea!" agreed ClearGlassDuty No. 3.
Evidently, the citizens of Breadbowl are sick of being given the generic unimportant character treatment. Well at least they have some more agency to exercise now.
The scroll continued:
Here is the second mandate:
The various Watch Onul's, Watch Cilob's, Watch Japa's, Watch Ushat's of the Neighborhood Watch shall have their titles consolidated and hereafter they shall be known as Watchers.
Here is the third and final mandate:
In recognition of her accomplishments, Quasar our esteemed mayor is to step down from her position as broker, and continue to focus on performing her mayoral duties. Fath our outpost liaison will instead step up to take the mantle of broker.
Sincerely,
The High Council of Breadbowl
14th Hematite 243
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A caravan from Behal Rusna has arrived to cart off the meals and drinks to the various provinces in need of aid.
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May reports that the rhinos are getting malnourished and require a transfer to fresh pastures. I've ordered a reshuffling of the pastures to avoid further starvation problems.
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She also reports that the training for the elk birds is coming along well. Recently even more elk bird hatchlings have hatched. She reports that we should expect a domesticated population of elk birds soon. After which we can proceed to cull off the adult population that to some degree retains a somewhat wild and unruly disposition.
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Imush and Tirist are entrusted with the task of hauling the magma laden minecarts up to the surface. The plan will be to expand our glass making facilities so as to alleviate our drink production bottleneck problems due to lack of containers.
17th Hematite 243
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The goblin law-giver Anig Spicypolish has arrived once again to trade words with our Duke. Quasar is re-elected mayor, she would like to thank all her supporters and long time "customers".
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Lost in all the heedless revelry, nobody notices when...
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19th Hematite 243
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Elsewhere, the GCS quarters are being expanded to accommodate the newly caught Giant Cave Spider. We hope to get a breeding program going for these magnificent creatures. Their meat will be a delightful addition to Breadbowl's menu.
"Loading some bait for a big catch! Loading some bait for a big haul!" May whistles as she merrily goes about her work.
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May is so focused on her work that she fails to notice the danger that is slowly encroaching upon her.
Licesi arrives and stares down May.
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Licesi is not amused.
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May manages to escape from Licesi, locking the door behind her as Licesi scrambles to the door. The forgotten beast pounds mercilessly on the locked door, but the door holds and doesn't budge. In the meantime I wait with newly appointed captain murky just inside the doorway for the rest of the squads to arrive. I doubt the rock salt door will long withstand the pounding of Licesi.
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Recognizing the unfavorable terrain, where the narrowness of the corridor will allow the coral beast to fire with impunity, I proposed that we should split our forces and flank Licesi while it is occupied with the door. Our masons were contacted and an opening was forced in the southern wall. The Neighborhood Watch will make use of this opening to move into flanking position on the east end.
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The rock salt door begins to show signs of budging as each pound sends dust clouds flying everywhere. I reckon it will not hold for much longer. The west wall is soon taken down and the Shafts of Fortifying are next to move into flanking position.
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Pyro where did you come from?
"No! Don't come closer, you'll alert the beast!" I shouted over the hideous din of Licesi pounding on the rock salt door.
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Damn it, Pyro seems drowsy and is not responding to our orders. Time to risk it!
20th Hematite 243
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The Shafts of Fortifying issued from the left passageway in secret and are now beginning to flank Licesi. Meanwhile, The Earthern Assaults waited for the Shafts to distract Licesi before issuing out from the barely standing rock salt door. The Neighborhood Watch will attempt to provide support fire from the right.
DDDragoni was first to engage Licesi Garethofiva. She was old, but still hale at 153 years of age and wielded her ≡steel short sword≡ with considerable skill, striking at the feet of the beast, causing it to fall over. Taking the opening, Olin charges in along with Sanctume the Foremost among Mace Lords and begins to chip away at the beasts formidable armor. Still the beast was undeterred and even though grounded was still a dangerous foe, trying to wrangle at the dwarves and grasp at anything nearby. DDDragoni was caught up in its webs and Licesi took advantage by grappling her teeth. The other dwarves hacked away at the coral hide of Licesi managing to free DDDragoni, but she falls over and is entangled yet again in Licesi's spray of webbing. The dwarves tried to hack away at the thick coral encrusted hide to little avail.
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If Licesi was going down it was going to take someone with it. It grabbed a prone and webbed DDDragoni by her greaves and with a mighty kick, caved in DDDragoni's skull. Finally, Asen the Axe Lord hacks off the beasts coral crowned head with a mighty heave of his ≡steel battle axe≡, ending the rampage of Licesi Cavejuice.
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The last moments of old fogey DDDragoni.
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Above ground, the fecund foliage surrounding Breadbowl bursts into a medley of colors as various fruits are in season. The fruits have matured and are ready for harvest, and many dwarves are taking stepladders to climb up the canopy treetops; tossing the fruits down to the ground below. Rambutans, paradise nut fruits, lychees, citrons, olives, guavas, finger limes and bitter oranges all lay littered all over the animal pens where the orchard is located.
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Outpost Liaison and now broker Fath trades for some sand bags, clay, empty wooden barrels and iron anvils for most of the "junk" we have lying around. All the large and small ill fitting clothing, troll derived apparel, elf produced grown apparel and all the arrows were traded away.
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In recognition of its prowess, Asen names the ≡steel battle axe≡ that killed Licesi - Containedpulled the Amber Vise of Scandles. Well deserved!
22nd Hematite 243
Rhino calves were born, and the King has imposed a ban on bucklers as well as scepters.
In the meantime, the goblin law-giver has adjourned into the Duke Gwolfski's office to discuss important political matters with the Duke.
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The goblin law-giver goes on a long tirade about the wars afflicting our world. The Duke nods and lends a listening ear, but pays no heed, as he has heard of all this before. He could hardly mask his aura of ambivalence, as he listened to the goblin spill its drivel. From Breadbowl's standpoint, none of this changes anything, we'll still have to feed all the refuges.
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The meeting comes to an end, with the Duke bidding the goblin law-giver a "safe" journey.
"Damn it, all that talk made me work up an appetite for strawberries" He muttered to himself.
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The elder DDDragoni is entombed next to Vorvtex and Zulban. I think she would have liked to have ended her life's journey this way, in the heat of battle instead of doddering on until old age took her at the end of her wits.
27th Hematite 243
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The King sat down to admire this most exquisite of dwarven cuisines, water buffalo meat mixed with chunks of finely minced taro, coated in whip vine flour and fried in a batter of donkey tallow. He felt a pang of bliss as he took a bite out of it. It had a delectable savoriness to it, and the crunchiness of the outer crust contrasted sharply with the tender buffalo meat. Still, it was no substitute for finely prepared white spotted pufferfish or two humped camel hump pie. He took another bite of it and asked that it be brought to the caravan to be added to the food stocks headed out for the borderlands. He would have to satisfy his urges via other means.
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After consulting with the Mayor, and with the blessings of the king, the purchase of white yam seeds, cotton seeds and alfalfa seeds was approved and added to our seed portfolio. Other seeds native to our soil conditions were also brought to bolster our seed stocks.
The traders brought foxtail millet and white millet but no pearl millet at all, a shame really. Unfortunately the Duke's mandate for all things strawberry related will have to be put off. There is not a single strawberry in sight anywhere. However, the good news is that watermelons are in season!
1st Malachite 243
Imic barged into the barracks and confronted me with a message from the Duke he says. He hands me a scrap of paper bearing the seal of Breadbowl.
This is what it said,
The Duke (hereby to be referred to as Baron, Duke, Gwolfski or the noble that says diggy diggity hole) mandates the production of 30 strawberry roasts, 50 strawberry wine, 10 strawberry soap and a strawberry SHRUBBERY *cue dramatic music* in his office (one that looks nice, and is not too expensive he adds).
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Otherwise, there will be repercussions!
Your Duke,
Gwolfski
"If the Duke is not appeased, you will be hammered or jailed!" Jeered Imic as he ran in circles around me chanting, "someones getting hammered, someones getting hammered."
"Wait just a moment here..." I pondered before grabbing hold of Imic whom squirmed like a wet fish in my grasp.
"Where did that dramatic music come from?" I asked the little brat of a hammerer.
"You will never know! You will never know!" Taunted Imic as he slipped from my grasp and jaunted off.
"Bah, I'll look into fulfilling the mandate." I muttered absentmindedly as I watched the young fella scamper off.
"Damn nobles."
2nd Malachite 243
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I've ordered the fishing area to reopened in lieu of the lack of fish in our larders. I've also ordered our forges expanded and powered by a refill of magma in an effort to expand the forge area so that we might use our glass making capabilities to solve the container bottleneck issues with our food and drink supplies.
After consulting the farmers and herbalists, my worst fears have been confirmed (no, not a plague of flying mussels), it's that strawberries are not found anywhere in this region. How am I going to answer to the Duke?
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May has also come up to me, annoyed with the lack of tables for her study located in the middle of the animal pens. Hmmm, I wonder how she has been bookkeeping all this time? In an effort to appease her, I've temporarily relocated her study to the new and unfinished noble tower. I hope nobody minds.
6th Malachite 243
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There have been sightings of a cave crocodile romping about and harassing our citizens in the caverns. Normally this would be a cause for concern, but they've dwarfhandled coati and other beasts (though not the fearsome Giant Hamster) before. What is a mere cave crocodile to the likes of them?
The herbalists have reported sightings of passion fruit vines sprouting on our eastern borders. This is welcome news! I've set the herbalists to gather as many of them as possible. They've have also spotted cassavas growing up north that they report can be used for brewing. Most excellent! I leave them to gather as many of these plants as they can. Also, the herbalists have advised me to curb the cooking of various garden plants and fruits, such as the various yams, alfalfa, taro and watermelons so that we may obtain their seeds via raw consumption. They assure me that this will be better in the long haul so that we can grow sufficient quantities of our own without having to resort to gathering them every season. I am no farmer so I leave these matters to their discretion.
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I've gotten Bearskie's old refuse dump working. Well, rather I dumped a minecartful of magma down there to incinerate the offending corpses down the shaft and staunch their lingering stench.
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May is most pleased with her new study, keeps her records dry and sheltered from the rain she says. She is also pleased to report that we have managed to lure and capture the trouble making cave crocodile. She notes that it is male and with any luck we'll have a breeding pair of cave crocodiles on our hands.
With all this Overseer uh, I mean Viceroy business lately, I have been neglecting my training. Taupe is most displeased with my conduct and has ordered for more private sparring sessions in my schedule. Suits me fine, I've been weary of all this managing business. Oh how I've missed you darling! They say absence makes the heart fonder, if so...
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9th Malachite 243
As per my request, May reports that the tally for animals is at 337 and growing. After my efforts to impress upon the mayor that the animal population is growing out of control; being a serious risk to hygiene, the mayor mandates that all but a single breeding pair of animals are to be slaughtered.
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Conspicuously exempt from this rule are cats, two-humped camels, giant grey parrots, rhinoceroses and giant hamsters (but of course).
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A troll has been battering the already dilapidated door located at our cavern entrance. After smashing down the battered door, it walks straight into one of our cage traps. I take this as just another sign that our caverns are insecure and prone to all sorts of security lapses, I'm looking into a better security design for the caverns lest another Forgotten Beast incident happens again.
13th Malachite 243
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First to arrive is Solon Hammerwinds, a simple farmer.
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Next to follow is a married couple, Dishmab Mansionfences a soaper of some regard.
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and her husband Momuz Leadersacks, another simple farmer.
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Apparently they are the parents of Dolwina, our surgeon and have come to join her in Breadbowl.
As an amendment to the mayor's previous mandate, the Queen orders that all cats are to be gelded (by her if possible).
15th Malachite 243
The merchants announced that they will be departing soon. Oddly enough, the moat is experiencing some drying up. Must be because of the weather. Either that or I did not look carefully last time to check that all sections where filled to capacity. I'll get the pumps operational again.
17th Malachite 243
Thanks to the assiduousness of our herbalists, we have started planting watermelon and passion fruits crops.
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May reports that one of the elk birds has starved to death. Apparently they are loathe to leave their nestboxes to feed themselves, content to roost on their eggs until they starved to death. Ah the joys of parenting!
3rd Galena 243
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The refilling of mine-carts with magma is underway.
6th Galena
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Oops left the flooding system open for too long and now the moat is overflowing its banks and the northwest side is a floodplain.
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Opened up the magma drains. We now have some magma to do as we please with. The forges have already been expanded to accommodate the new forges so it won't be long now til we get things up and running.
8th Galena 243
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The miners and masons are busy at work expanding the Giant Cave Spider pens and the forge area. Ack! I forgot to floor over the kitchen area, they will have to be refurbished again. Another unfortunate delay to the opening of the kitchen area.
13th Galena 243
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Ack! Profane smoke issues from the northern borders! Head for the inner walls!
19th Galena 243
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Finally the renovations are complete! In celebration of the newly opened kitchen area, we've now expanded our kitchen crew to 15 brewers, and 15 cooks.
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With the influx of new jobs, many of the fort's citizens can be seen hard at work. Beekeepers are busy installing new bee colonies, brewers are brewing, the kitchens are bustling with activity. All is right with the world.
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LordBrassroast the Spearmaster has bestowed the name Thukkansolon Gebabras - Amberflag the Dented Seer upon his carambola wood shield. Neblime would be proud to see his works recognized like that and so coveted among our ranks.
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So he has ordered Zasit to hunt down giant sparrows for his dinner.
25th Galena 243
Booze production has been increasing very well though it is still somewhat bottlenecked by the lack of containers. We are at 3226 booze at the moment. Food on the other hand is likely to meet the benchmark of 6000 prepared meals with 2151 in our stocks at the moment. More Glassmakers, Potters, Glazers, Stonecrafters, Chefs and Brewers will be needed, as well as food haulers to keep pace with our storage needs.
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May is also pleased to announce that we have managed to domesticate quite a few elk bird hatchlings and rhinoceros calfs.
There have been quite a few arguments and fits of madness among the populace lately, the duke has taken to continuing to mandate strawberry products even though there is no trace of strawberries anywhere in this particular region. Imic has willfully joined in the fray threatening to "hammer someone, anyone" without due authority. Worse still, earlier today some random
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claiming to be adherents and devotees to a certain Vucar Freeskies just hijacked the noble quarters of our mayor Quasar and "mandated" that "all mandates are null and void without the consent of a shrubbery".
This is then followed by a random penguinman popping up to dissuade the mandate madness by going around and saying in a loud squeaky voice, "This is getting very silly my good chap!" to every passerby that would pay heed to it.
I left them to their incessant squabbling before deciding I can't take much more of this crossover nonsense and shooing away all the weird animalman from the mayor's quarters and the surrounding region of Breadbowl with the pointy end of my beloved spear. I had quite a few bouts of nightmares concerning animalmen parading in loincloths and uttering gibberish in the nights to come I tell ya.
27th Galena 243
This just came in.
The High Council hereby mandates that all animalman are hereby barred from Breadbowl.
The following are the animalman protocols:
- Should any citizen willfully consort with their kind without prior approval from the High Council, they will be severely dealt with regardless of rank or standing. Exempt from this rule is of course his royal highness and his immediate family as well as standing members the High Council.
- Shoot on sight any animalman within our borders. If you do not have a crossbow or proper ammunition, you are welcome to use any weapons at hand or lacking that, your limbs to deter animalman crossings within our borders.
- Should any citizen approach you with the intent of obtaining, purchasing, loaning, making or using of shrubberies without a permit or license, claims representation of shrubberies or condones the usage of shrubberies, cacti or other plant species as proper representations of authority, please refrain from any sort of contact with them and immediately report these citizens to the High Council, so that we might take proper action against these individuals. They might very well be animalman in disguise.
- Should any animalman bypass our defences and cause trouble, citizens are noted to approach your nearest hospital or soap stockpile to grab a ration of soap to be used to ward off any animalman intruders. (Instructions on the proper usage of soap to make warding soap signs and for use in self defense are contained in the appendix section of this mandate.)
Yours sincerely,
The High Council of Breadbowl
Imic confronted me today and continually stressed the need for a paladinial law enforcement squad. He accused me of being tardy in providing a squad, and that that will get me a good hammering. Good thing Darzen came in and pulled the little scamp away (by the ear might I add) before he could cause any more trouble.
I understand the need for stricter law enforcement but that will have to wait until I can properly screen for worthy candidates (which is more than I can say for our hammerer here). These buggers and their shenanigans are starting to drive me up the wall.
Autumn has arrived on the calendar.
6th Limestone 243
I bumped into Dobar today, it was still raining but he had been out fishing all day ever since the fishing grounds were reopened again. I kept an extra eye for any errant oysters but there were none out and about.
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"How's the catch today Dobar?" I enquired while trying to shield myself from the slight drizzle with the shiny new steel shield that I endowed myself with using my authority.
"I hae been out ere all day and thar be no fish a'bitin lass. If thar been fish ere once, thar be gone now."
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Dobar was more experienced than I was as a fisherdwarf, but as an adequate fisherdwarf myself I could certainly see his point. How was there supposed to be fish from a moat that fed to nowhere? As I looked on, I noticed something odd. The eastern side of the moat waters seemed to be lower than usual. Putting two and two together, I surmise that I wasn't mistaken and this must be due to the hotter climate on the east end.
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She reports the births of a few Giant Olms, and she was quite enthusiastic about them as compared to the other animals. When I enquired why this was so, she replied that these Giant Olms are rather feral and always require some form of care lest they go completely feral. This meant she was always spending time with them and that she had come to know them personally, having made acquaintances with a great number of them over the years. Naturally, she was happy for them that they are doing well.
When I made mention of the mayor's mandate to cull our out of hand animal population, a sullen expression washed over her face and she would say nothing more.
In other events, the farmers notified me that they've begun planting cassavas.
10th Limestone 243
It's been four days of drizzle now, damn this rain! As I headed over to the barracks for training, I observed a procession of dwarves hauling heavy magma laden iron minecarts towards the new forge site.
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I hope to have all the designated forges up and running by the end of the year. But first, I will have to do something about a new roof, can't have all these new furnaces put out by the rain can we?
12th Limestone 243
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Tobul drops the plants she was carrying and suddenly screams out, running for the workshop levels below. A day later, she claims a mason's workshop and begins running around the lower levels screaming at the top of her lungs.
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15th Limestone 243
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Iteb had been under a great deal of stress lately, he was in a foul mood and to make matters worse, had been assigned to drag this uncooperative goblin prisoner to a new prison. Wary of their kind, he was loathe to face any goblin, but work had to be done somehow. On his way over, he spied King Sibrek busy deconstructing some walls close by. Normally he would have tried to put on a pleasing demeanor but he found himself too crestfallen too care. Suddenly, a slightly deranged Tobul frantically brushed passed him, hauling a large chunk of sphalerite around and babbling in incomprehensible tongues. Just another normal day in Breadbowl.
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As Iteb chained the goblin inside the spider pen, Bax the goblin lasher tried to make a break for it, smiting Iteb in the lower body with its silver whip and bruising Iteb's guts. But it mattered little, the foul deed was done. Iteb scurried away in fear, the Giant Cave Spider Pens were about to reopen for business and he would not like to be around when that happened.
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16th Limestone 243
Gwolfski could smell it in the air.
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But where could the scent be coming from? Unless it was this new overseer blatantly lying to him about there being no strawberries in the region. He could feel the anger welling up inside him. Nobody was going to keep him from his strawberries!
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So that's where that intoxicating scent came from, riding on the the sea breeze on the southern end where the merchants had entered.
Gwolfski pondered for a moment, oh he would get the hammerer to harry this overseer until she gave in to his demands. Rules be damned! He'll get his strawberries all right, and he knew just what to do to threaten the overseer with.
You see, he had recently come into knowledge of some illegal operations here in Breadbowl. He didn't know who the perpretrator was, nor did he much care. The lust for strawberries was clouding his better judgement. But nonetheless it was serious business. By his count, whomever was found guilty would face 13 charges in all; 1 charge of illegal plump helmet brewing, 2 charges of food tainted with plump helmet and plump helmet spawn as well as 1 charge of possession of dwarven wine. These were the more serious ones, there were still charges of possession of dwarven ale, dwarven rum, dwarven beer as well as illegal brewing of cave wheat, pig tails and sweet pod. Other minor charges included possession of sweet pod seeds, pig tail seeds and cave wheat seeds, which all added up to quite a hefty sentence. All of this, under the watchful eye of a certain overseer.
Gwolfski rubbed his hands in glee, he could overlook these charges in exchange for a favor or two. Then they'll sweep the whole affair under the table before anybody (particularly the King) found out. And if that lass did not cooperate... Well. Then there would be hell to pay.
20th Limestone 243
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May is pleased to announce the birth of Emu chicks. Welcome to Breadbowl! Enjoy your stay!
First round of trade commences. Fath was up early and was keen on dutifully meeting up with the merchants.
"Fath! You've been reassigned! The King needs his quarters built as soon as possible, and as a our newly assigned metalsmiths you have important duties to fulfill!"
"But what about the trading?" shouted Fath as she shot an incredulous look my way.
"Look I'll handle trading duties for now. See? I've even designated your own forge for you, I'll need all these gold ores melted into bars so we can make the King his office. Now go at once!" I shouted as I held her gaze and tried to get her to comply.
"Alright alright, I'm on my way." Fath grumbled at the sudden change of plans as she made he way over to the forges.
I gazed warily at her retreating figure before turning my attention to the deed at hand. Must play it normal. No one must suspect anything.
21st Limestone 243
We traded some old clothing, a bunch of metal cages, all the excessive stacks of rope lying around for some sand, empty barrels, bolts, anvils and...
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"I'm in the clear right?"
"Yeah the Duke will overlook your transgressions this time." replied Imic.
"But like I said, it wasn't me, certainly I did not give the-"
"-Look, the deal is done. Let us not speak of it ever again. Alright?"
*Sigh* "Fine."
"Now, about this vacancy you have in the military..."
25th Limestone 243
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Gwolfski gazed at the strawberry wine pot that was in front of him. It had been a long time since he was this pleased. His eyes widened as he lifted the lid off the pot and sniffed at the pleasant aroma rising from within. He took a swig out of the pot and it was better than he had anticipated. It had a refreshing taste, tarty and not too sweet. But still, he felt it could not measure up to the incomparable flavor of the single-grain wheat beer he preferred.
Now that his lust was satiated, he wandered off, totally forgetting about the opened pot of strawberry wine that he had yet to finish still on his dining room table.
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Having gathered all that she had needed, Tobul had begun working furiously on some construction of some sort. Only time will tell what will be produced from her hands.
We caught a giant mole snooping about the lower levels. I intended to bring it in for questioning, but then May stopped me and said it was a different kind of mole. Oh.
1st Sandstone 243
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with Kabsarek Omershetbeth in her hands. Nameechoes the Green Twinkle, a sphalerite weaponrack detailing the rout of the Ambiguous Paddle of the Old Nets and the destruction of Oilmurk in the late summer of 197. Most ominous. It is worth quite a hefty sum at 97200☼. I hope Tobul does not mind, but this will be placed in the King's quarters as a gift.
I've ordered the roasts to be hauled to the depot. The drinks will follow once we've reached the benchmark of 6000 drinks produced.
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15th Sandstone 243
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It's a good thing I managed to get all this up on time. The traders have announced that they were about to leave. I was negotiating with the traders, when the King's personal guards showed up.
"NOW HOLD UP JUST A SECOND!"
"What's going on here?" I answered.
"We suspect illegal trading going on here!" The guards bellowed.
"Illegal trading? What do you mean by this?"
"Look here, see? How do you explain this then?" The guards picked up a casing of the shipment.
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"But-"
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"Trying to hide the evidence eh?"
"It wasn't me! It was-"
"SILENCE! We received a tip off from the great and all-knowing personal advisor to the King that there was something wrong with the shipment, and this proves it! Nothing escapes from her notice! The King is most disappointed in your misuse of power Viceroy..."
"But, but..."
"SILENCE! The King's authority is absolute! As an example to the people, you will be hereby confined until further notice! GUARDS! SEIZE HER!"
"No wait! No no no wait!"
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Somewhere, a village is missing its idiot.
Report of the Viscountess:
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Note: There might be some slight discrepancies with the way the now imprisoned viceroy had tallied the outgoing food. That has been corrected now.
In the aftermath of the former viceroy's incarceration. The Viscountess shall personally take over the viceroy's duties. All the illegal plump helmets, plump helmet spawn and underground crops were incinerated in magma. As for the standing situation regarding the lack of a viceroy, the high council shall screen for a suitable candidate. In the interim, all orders will be conveyed from the high council by the viscountess. Disobedience will not be tolerated. Dissenters will be hammered.
With the food export situation out of the way, we turn our focus to other matters.
These are the mandates that are to be adhered to:
A moat is to be excavated for the noble quarters.
We shall commence the extraction of adamantine.
All cloth shall be dyed in order to make use of our stocks of dye.
We shall go forward with the expansion of our food varieties. More hives will be built down in the south end in order to procure precious honey and mead. Cheese will be made and flour will be milled.
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18th sandstone 243
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O behalf of the high council, the Viscountess wishes them a safe journey.
24th Sandstone 243
The high council duly notes that Thob has bestowed the name Emalfeb - Sensearrow upon his date palm wood shield.
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The high council is pleased to announce the more rhinoceros calves have been born. Welcome to Breadbowl!
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15th Timber 243
The high council is pleased to announce that raw adamantine has been mined as was ordered.
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The high council duly notes that Sodel has bestowed his wood shield with the name of Ozondolek - The Depressed Comet.
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Winter has arrived on the calendar.
I've got work lined up over the next 3 days so I'm attempting to slog through winter at the moment and wrap things up asap. I do apologize for the delays and all.
The dwarf list in the op need updating.
I only remember Vortex dead, but forgot FB's name.
DDDragoni had a dorf dead too, but need info to be added for history.
And anyone else, please provide: Name, Gender, profession (forumite name) [Dead (by what)]
Is Shûl-nak below now Zuglarkin?
Imic 'Wild Child' also needs to be added/update.
Bismuth Lad is SQMan?
If I'm not mistaken, Shûl-nak, DDDragoni, Gwolfski, MoonytheHuman have turns lined up after mine. in that particular order I think.
As far as I know, Vortex and Shûl-nak have not requested a redorfing after their untimely expiration. So I let things be.
As for the OP, for convenience sake, use these Quasar! (feel free to edit them)
Civilians
Blitzgamer, Female, Metalsmith (Blitzgamer)
Darzen, Male, Furnace Operator (DDDragoni)
MoonytheHuman, Male, Crazy Mechanic (MoonytheHuman)
Imic, Male, "Wild Thing" Hammerer (Imic)
The Shafts of Fortifying
DDDragoni, Female, Axedwarf (Dead. Killed by Licesi Cavejuice)
The Earthen Assaults
Vortex, Female, Axe Lord, Militia Captain (Dead. Succumbed to Nokor the Hole of Vomit.)
no dwarfings?
There was one a few pages back. If you mean the character pages though, I haven't provided them except for Moony (you lazy bums), so have at them.
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Autumn/Blitzgamer%20I_zps9cirdsda.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Autumn/Blitzgamer%20II_zpsluyc7htm.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Autumn/Darzen_zpsezqdicso.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Autumn/Imic_zpsfgdkbmkb.jpg)
What's up with the duke Gwolfski and hippos? I think the statue in the dinning room has hippos too.
Your duke is a legendary mason and likes hippos for their strength. Hence, hippo shaped statues carved by your Duke isn't too surprising a thing.
Great update Zuglar. Even has a twist at the end! :)
What twist? :P No, but seriously what twist?
Despite being nearsighted, the King was very much aware of what had been going on in Breadbowl, and he was (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/the%20king%20thinks%20self%20control%20is%20important_zpsmilal0zc.jpg)
over this entire strawberry business. Still, the fortress prospered because of it, and that is all that mattered, so for this one time he will overlook this discretion.
With his crowd adverse ways, he depended upon his appointed high council to deliver his verdicts and administer the fortress in his stead, while he worked behind the scenes. Of these, his herald, Fath was a great mouthpiece, but not much good for anything else. His wife was smart, well spoken and pragmatic. His appointed Viscountess Bim had a way with words and was good with people, as was the Viscount, Zulban, a well organized fellow that he trusted to keep things in order. Then there was his personal advisor, a stout fellow and very good at predictions, though she was hairier than normal for a dwarf plus he did not trust a worshiper of Rurast Mirrormystery. Still a worshipper of Rurast was better than a worshiper of Abir or worse still, Vucar Freeskies.
Meanwhile, there were also the "nobles" of Breadbowl to consider. It wasn't too terribly long ago when he exiled them to that little spot near the Hill of Death for being a useless burden upon dwarf kind. Well they didn't die, and they were less useless than before. Indeed they prospered for a farming community, but that didn't count for much in his book.
Obviously circumstances have changed, else he would never have had to set foot here. The regions surrounding the mountainhome were getting besieged by goblins so it was unwise to stay for much longer. It was better to relocate the capital while they still could. It was only a matter of time before it all went to hell.
The "nobles" of Breadbowl were still under-performing by his expectations, but that would be largely inconsequential now that Breadbowl became the capital. He was a farmer before he became the King, and he would put that knowledge to good use here.
Curse these dimwits! Curse the goblins!
Stukos Selltomb, the son of Crazyblades delighted himself by wandering about with nary a care in the world. These days, he was particularly taken with the skillful contrivances of the community, and he had been going about admiring the skilled handiwork of Breadbowl's masons. He had come across some particularly fine constructed wells the other day, which he thought to be just sublime. He had taken a peek at the
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/noble%20tower_zpspr5qvfh6.jpg)
said to house the reclusive King. It was just splendid, adorned with a rose gold gate and a black bronze bridge laying across a moat. And now here he was admiring (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Stukos%20watches%20Zuglarkun%20suffer_zpso3oykegj.jpg)
when-
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/prisoner_zpssuhvpvfl.jpg)
Zuglarkun waved frantically as Stukos admired the fine craftsdwarfship that went into making this marvel of dwarven artifice.
"Wow a talking cage!" exclaimed Stukos.
"Hey hey! Got your attention now? Be a good lad and bring me some food will you? I'm starving and I haven't had a bite to eat."
"My mommy told me not to talk to inanimate objects." Stukos protested, backing away slowly.
"But I'm not an inanimate object! Look! I'm a proper dwarf!"
"Sorry Mommy told me that I'm a big boy now, so I musn't talk to inanimate objects anymore." Said Stukos as he wandered off in search of more marvels.
"Hey come back!"
*Zuglarkun's stomach rumbles*
"Damn it!"
Bim Salvenobles was pleased with (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/bim%20is%20content%20with%20the%20hygiene%20standards_zpsdi3me2gn.jpg)
she had recently. Still, something just wasn't right, there was a (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/miasma_zpsicch5ksz.jpg)
Her sixth sense was tingling, there was something foul afoot, but she couldn't quite put her thumb on it. No matter, she would consult with the wise advisor to the King whom she had heard was an oracle of some sort. It was she that had tipped off the guards to Zuglarkun's crimes and had the former Viceroy arrested for breaking the law. She sensed that something was off and surely the advisor would be able to get to the bottom of it.
Report of the Viscountess, Bim salvenobles
5th Moonstone 243
The throne room smelled of incense or some other odd fragrance. I keep getting the feeling that I'm being watched as I looked around, but there wasn't anyone about, except (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/the%20royal%20advisor_zpstpj5xxdm.jpg)
that was lounging about the King's throne room. Someone ought to get that thing pastured.
7th Moonstone 243
Litast, creator of Atorerush has been bestowed with the honor of extracting (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/extracting%20metal%20strands%20for%20rakust_zpsyhozmx8j.jpg)
Though the kingdom is teetering due to the assault from all sides by the goblins, it is my hope that we can use this adamantine to craft something to defend ourselves with. As the main supply center for the Kingdom's food needs, I fear the worst should Breadbowl ever fall. We must remain vigilant.
I returned to my office later in the day and found a letter has arrived addressed to me. Most mysterious.
As I unsealed it, I recognized (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/advisors%20seal_zpspquoxpww.jpg)
it was unmistakably from the King's personal advisor.
She has noted that recently a large bird shaped thing was seen flying over the new noble quarters, casting an ominous shadow on the noble tower. The advisor fears that it is an ill omen, and has taken it as a sign that death shall befall one of the nobles soon. In particular, he mentions to keep an eye on worshippers of Vucar Freeskies. (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/The%20Cult%20of%20Vucar%20Freeskies%20II_zpsy1tadjvw.jpg)
This does not seem good at all.
10th Moonstone 243
Quasar has finally extricated herself from all the complaints and issued another
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Quasar%20wants%20bolts_zps9t3gbnjg.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Quasar%20wants%20bolts%20II_zpsuscoxjeb.jpg)
She must have been shut in for quite some time, doesn't she know we are already mass producing bone bolts? Or perhaps that is not enough for her?
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/mass%20dumping_zpsqe9swwgw.jpg)
have been ordered to the caverns to remove the offensive corpses littering the underground.
Also, the King demands cut crystal gem windows in his abode. The jewelers are busy trying to meet these demands. Thankfully we have secured a cache of rock crystal in the magma layers near the adamantine deposits.
15th Moonstone 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/rakust%20runs%20into%20a%20mood%2015th%20moonstone_zpsjnxcygwu.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/rakust%20runs%20into%20a%20mood%20II%2015th%20moonstone_zpslgd5jboq.jpg)
Rakust Isakdodok has been neglecting his duties and acting most suspicious lately, I suspect something is up. Could he be a worshipper of Vucar Freeskies?
16th Moonstone 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/rakust%20claims%20a%20forge%20I%2016th%20moonstone_zpscmucmglg.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/rakust%20claims%20a%20forge%20II%2016th%20moonstone_zps0rudouvq.jpg)
I've sent some dwarves to keep an eye on Rakust's suspicious behavoir, they report that Rakust has claimed a metalsmith's forge and is busy gathering materials. But materials for what? I must get to the bottom of this!
13th Opal 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/adamantine%20spear%20get%20I_zps5q6h64mg.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/adamantine%20spear%20get%20II_zps0m0cqeky.jpg)
Reports have come in that Rakust has emerged from the metalsmith's forge with some kind of weapon in hand. I knew it!
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/the%20emancipated%20breed_zpswfqss1r6.jpg)
I'll have commander Taupe detain fellow and confiscate the weapon! Mark my words, nothing will get by on my watch!
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Tonnot%20has%20been%20adopted%20I_zpsv5raa4pl.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Tonnot%20has%20been%20adopted%20II_zpshe7z8sdj.jpg)
Tonnot has been adopted into the household of Dastot Ingishibel. Or is it the other way around? You can never really tell with those cunning felines. Next thing you know they'll be trying to oust the mayor or something.
16th Opal 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Asen%20spooked_zps5gk71fwg.jpg)
"You mean this?"
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Tol%20Zongospongno%20the%20forgotten%20forgotten%20beast_zpsrl6gkqnp.jpg)
"Not that one. That one."
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/FB%20Timi%20has%20come_zpsugq5rbq9.jpg)
"Just another of those forgotten beasts we have gathering in the basement?"
Meanwhile...
"Hey you there with the smashed right hand! What's your name?"
"I'm MoonyTheHuman."
"Human? But your a- Ah, no matter. Your a mechanic right? Could you free me from this cage MoonyTheHuman?"
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/words%20of%20wisdom%20from%20moony_zpsh0zotrql.jpg)
anyway."
"Damn it! Can you bring me some food and drink at least?"
"..."
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/receiving%20food%20and%20water_zps32am2s8w.jpg)
19th Opal 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/name%20is%20bestowed_zpsecrrnl5z.jpg)
Techno has bestowed the name Kironfeb - The Holy Arrow upon his olive wood shield. That's not an arrow Techno!
21st Opal 243
The weather has cleared. Hah finally! I was getting sick of all this rain. With the aid of our magma hauling team and our Duke Gwolfski whom had been constructing several masterpiece forges with his masonry knowledge, another smelter has been set up. We can now move on to the final phase of the forges, only two more forges are left to be filled. Reports have come in that the lead foundation of the noble tower is completed, we can now fill the moat with water from the nearby ocean.
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Imic%20has%20some%20sass_zpsebmwgq5n.jpg)
It seems he is experiencing some trouble adjusting to normal life after his stint on the little house on the prairie.
26th Opal 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Angus%20bestows%20a%20name%2026%20opal_zpsanjzxtcs.jpg)
Angus bestows a name of Isholthocit - The Frigid Spike upon an exceptional iron battle axe. What's with all the odd naming conventions? Don't these folks know an spear from an axe or an arrow from a shield?
17th Obsidian 243
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Sodel%20bestows%20a%20name_zpsoin5vxez.jpg)
Sodel has named his axe Limarugosh - the wealthy hollows, finally a proper descriptive name!
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Reacher%20attacks%20II_zpsj09lowi2.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Reacher%20attacks%20I_zpsdzji0kn9.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Reacher%20attacks%20III_zpsdtkbqzxg.jpg)
In other reports, the refuse dumping in the caverns was interrupted by an errant reacher that had been accosting our fair citizens. Thankfully no one was harmed, and
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Tobul%20carries%20broweyefairy%20to%20safety_zpswfyenvjs.jpg)
Tobul of the medical staff has been dispatched to recover the wounded.
22nd Obsidian 243
The high council is proud to announce the drafting of Geshud and Solon, the King's personal guards into the military forces. Imic the hammerer will join them as well. Ast Virgindiamonds of the King's personal guards has been promoted to the Captain of the guard, and Fath our outpost liaison and now broker shall join Ast in the squad as well.
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/finishing%20touches%20on%20glass%20roof_zpstdm7yz8z.jpg)
The last of the clear glass ceiling tiles have been constructed over the roof of the farms.
28th Obsidian 243
The gold sarcophagus of the King has been installed, and the floor decorations denoting Breadbowl have also been completed.
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/Kings%20Tomb%20complete_zpskdcy53sn.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/breadbowl%20II_zps05gelb56.jpg)
The bread crust is made of copper and the bread is made of quartzite, whilst the bowl is made of microcline. Hmmm, copper bread? Reminds me of a certain Brassroast fella I've seen around these parts (what an odd name). Still, much work remains to be done, the King is not satisfied with the tomb yet. I've ordered the engravers to smooth out every area of the tomb.
1st Granite 244
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/food%20stores%20II_zpso3u5g4ta.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/food%20stores_zpscxdsmokd.jpg)
The King will be pleased to know that the next shipment going to the borderlands have been prepared. Already it outnumbers this years contributions. The high council has also deliberated on the next Viceroy to take over matters, they will be summoned soon.
As I made my way back, a cry of horror echoed from (http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/breadbowl_zpsoqalwoon.jpg)
(http://i1284.photobucket.com/albums/a580/JunHagane/Breadbowl/Breadbowl%20Winter/dead%20advisor_zpsctj1412l.jpg)
Records of the Past and Future
1 Granite
In order to properly guide Breadbowl into the future, I must know how the river of time will flow. And since viewing that is rather… difficult, the next best thing is to observe how the river of Breadbowl flows.
So I made a little raft out of my beard hair and tossed it in the moat.
The current carried it forth, weaving through the stones and branches littering the waters, until it reached a point where the moat was overflowing and promptly beached itself.
(http://i.imgur.com/EEAyBxE.png)
So… That needs to be fixed.
6 Granite
It appears that I pulled the wrong lever and the moat is now overflowing even more that before.
Flowing water normally means purity and health, but this is just a muddy mess.
12 Granite
The dregs at the bottom of my wine showed signs of good fortune today. It might have meant pain, put I’m at least 80% sure it was good fortune. Which is why I wasn’t worried at all when a Reacher ambushed Stinthad Pureblockades, a miner, in the tunnels and beat him to unconsciousness. Similarly, I knew everything would work out when it charged Lorbam Lancechance, a woodburner and knocked him off a 7-Urist cliff. True to form, Stinthad eventually woke up and speared it through the head as it gnawed on the skull.
Just as I predicted! My cards also tell me both will make a full recovery.
20 Granite
The elves came today to collect the season’s output for the colonies. A diplomat also came along with them, and told us the news of the world.
(http://i.imgur.com/JGtAVzh.png)
That is an ill omen. She also asked for us to limit the number of trees we cut down.
(http://i.imgur.com/GGud17I.png)
123… Those numbers… They have been prophesized since the first days of numerology! There must be something special about them. Why else would they be the first numbers, if not to signify the destiny inherent on this very day?
I accepted the elf’s terms. This is the beginning of something great.
3 Slate
This is not great. It appears that even excluding the elves’ abnormal aversion to wood (don’t they know the grain can help interpret dreams?), we still have more goods than their animals can carry. I gave them what I could and received a giant wren and gray parrot in return. We could always use more eggs- the patterns when the shells crack show details of deaths.
(http://i.imgur.com/4wdoPyD.png)
((After moving goods to depot on left, after trade on right. By the time they left the map, we'd already made a bunch more. Am I doing this right?))
13 Slate
Illithid raised a fuss today when I melted down one of his masterworks in my smelter today. He told me to, and I quote, “not touch any more of his stuff or he’ll make my future come real fast.”
Luckily, the molten iron showed me that Ilithid currently has an aura of wisdom, so there will be no need for further conflict.
26 Slate
(http://i.imgur.com/mo8gK3A.png)
I was told today that no one has seen Rovod in quite some time. I shall consult the ether as to his location.
2 Felsite
I received my first message from beyond regarding Rovod today.
(http://i.imgur.com/CXXNgMp.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/IpY9fTT.png)
Of course! Diamonds! We must encrust furniture with diamonds!
8 Felsite
While placing the encrusted furniture in the king’s newly engraved mausoleum, I noticed another message.
(http://i.imgur.com/8nyzItW.png)
I must listen to the whims of the spirits. Quasar shall join the hunters.
14 Felsite
Today I ran into Quasar, and I noticed something peculiar.
(http://i.imgur.com/2c19f0E.png)
Quasar has no clothes. For clothes we need silk. Silk is in the sealed off cavern chambers. Open them up immediately!
20 Felsite
(http://i.imgur.com/vWSe0ZJ.png)
Oh.
Internet is spotty, will do notes and images as soon as it fully comes back.
Okay images up.
Spring wasn't terribly exciting, but FPS is hanging around 16 so it takes a while to get through stuff. Any advice on speeding stuff up?
In case it wasn't clear, Darzen's "soothsaying" doesn't actually work, he just thinks it does and gets lucky sometimes.
7 Hematite
The human caravan arrived today. Pryo didn’t seem to take it well.
'Pyro' Reggmorul, Watcher, withdraws from society...
He took a single adamantine wafer with him to a Magma forge. This is troubling. Adamantine represents both wealth and great strife.
16 Hematite
The human’s law giver, himself a goblin, arrived today with a single lasher as a guard. He claimed he had stopped at a town to rest while the caravan carried on, but I know better. The cards I drew for him showed underhanded dealings. He must be setting up some kind of trap.
18 Hematite
Curses! The stars must be in the goblin’s favor, as he left Breadbowl before I was able to convince the Shafts to detain him. I doubt he even suspected I was on to him.
(http://i.imgur.com/4Y58NJ7.png)
21 Hematite
It’s been seven days since the human caravan arrived, and since seven is the number of completeness, that must mean the task of carrying our food to the depot is completed. I will begin the trades at once!
Additionally, Quasar has put his armor back on and been re-elected. So good on him.
27 Hematite
Pyro finally emerged from the forge.
(http://i.imgur.com/cmBFkJa.png)
"The Evisceration of Revering..." well gods are revered, so I've ordered that axe to be used on all statues depicting gods.
5 Malachite
It appears that SOME dwarves have no respect for the sanctity of numbers, as the trade preparations were not in fact completed in Hematite as they should have been. Now that all of the food has actually been hauled to the depot, I’ve initialized trade for the second time.
(http://i.imgur.com/ZPngNwQ.png)
18 Malachite
(http://i.imgur.com/1ornOuw.png)
Taupe sighted a cyclops on the horizon today. Since today is the 18th, and cyclopses have 1 eye, and 1 plus 8 times 1 is 9, and nine is the number of evil, I told Taupe and Thob to go kill it. Since their names start with the same letter, they should be able to work in sync.
(http://i.imgur.com/IoqDof0.png)
7 Galena
I felt myself drawn to Illithid today. I found him lounging about in his room. When I inquired what was so important as to distract him from his duties, he replied "Noble."
(http://i.imgur.com/s95AjnH.png)
I cannot say that I understand this sign, but I will strive to obey it nonetheless!
15 Galena
It appears something in Zuglar’s humors disagrees with the wood from the cage he is in.
(http://i.imgur.com/I139JrT.png)
Don’t these dwarves know anything about matching humors to surroundings? I suppose it’s best to leave him in there, unless I get a sign otherwise.
I'm so, so sorry this took so long, everyone, and I can't really make any promises that the next update will be much quicker. Should I hand off the save now?
But regardless, notes: The "haul goods to depot" screen SAID there was nothing pending, but as soon as I was done with the trading I notived dwarves carrying more food to the depot...
I didn't realize Zuglar was still caged until I got the berserk announcement. I thought he'd been chained or something for production order and once his sentence was up had been released on his own. I don't know what triggered it, either.
Tis' all the latest rage in fashion nowadays, runnin' round in the nuddie beneath a steel shirt. Or so I've been told.
He wasn't even wearing the armor, he was hauling it.
(http://i.imgur.com/spqTM8v.png)
Prologue
Breeze in my face. Salty. Like the sea.
Fuck
Waves. They lap against my feet.
My head
Sand in my boots. Coarse and irritating. It gets everywhere.
Arggghhhh kill me now
I hazarded to open an eye, and the moon immediately bore down upon me like a vengeful god. Not ashamed to say I whimpered on the shore like a beaten dog. My head rang like a sore bell. Mental note. Okay, self. Do not ever mix the following eight spirits again in alphabetical order.
- Gutter cruor
- Sewer water
- Fishy… bear wine?
- Cassava bears
- Something purple with little umbrellas in it
- Cabaombol- Fuck it, I can’t even pronounce this
- I think it was a small hamster
- Clear water
Sudden strike of inspiration. What if I mix them backwards? Mental note. Do try. It’s not as if there was anything worth living for here except for the booze. Fucking Breadbowl. Fuck you, whoever decided to settle here in this forsaken heatstroke land with the giant sign above it screaming HILL OF DEATH. Seriously, what the fucking hell were they thinking.
I think I found a good embark site:
It's the perfect place!
Now, I know what you're thinking! "Should I be worried that it says "The Hill of Death" over there?" But I can assure you, reports of the Hill's Death have been greatly exaggerated. The truth is, it's deathness is not even that death-like! It's more like the hill of deep sleep. And who doesn't enjoy a good sleep now and again?
Dwarves had limited sense of self-preservation, but last time I checked we weren’t outright suicidal. Did they just get a pamphlet saying FRIENDLY GOBLINS NEXT DOOR or MEET THE DRAGONS! God, this place. Perhaps I should just off myself right now. Ocean’s just another in a long line of things that can kill me. Others includes bolt to the brain, dragonfire, falling trees, death by hamster and catapult drawbridge. Come on you sly bastard, just do it already. Do it. Drop it drop it drop i-
“A-hem.”
Ughhhhhh. I knew that voice. That neat, uptight, fourteen-year old voice.
“Have you come to kill me?” I asked hopefully.
“No. In fact, it is within my prerogative to prevent that from occurring.” I opened my eyes to Murphy standing over me. Her mayoral badge glinted in the moonlight. “The Czar wishes to see you.”
“Goddamnit Murph I dint steal the alcohol this time it was all mine can’t you just leave me here to wallow in my own vomit for one fricken day without crawling up my arse...”
Murphy smirked with superiority. “Nope.”
Breeze. Waves. Sand. For a brief moment, it wasn’t that bad. The prospect of meeting nobles tended to put things into perspective. I let out a groan; it was intentionally theatrical, just for Murphy.
“Fine. But you’re gonna have to find my pegleg somewhere, I think I’ve lost it.”
Getting some backstory set up. This is going to be my guy - Ahab Daggerbrass, drunk amputee. Quite the optimistic fellow. Sorry guys, taking awhile with this. I won't be available for next week either so any updates will have to be later. :(
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Dorfings:
Propped you up with a nice artifact headgear as you requested.
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Positively ancient, been around since the early days. One-handed miner of the fort, plus you've lost your tongue, heh heh.
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Up-and-coming axedwarf, part of the trainees squad. You could've either be Ahab's son or this guy; I chose the latter for you, because that would have been weird. If you want to be my son though, just let me know - he's an axedwarf as well.
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Also, anyone know that our mayor is a teenager?
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Hahaha, remember the days when we had legendary weapon and armorsmiths?
Well, they're all dead now.
This is the best armorsmith in the fort at the moment, although he moonlights as a brewer.
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At thirteen years old, this is the best metalcrafter in the fort. He is apparently, according to his profession, the Minister of Sanitation as well.
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Second best weaponsmith of the fort, and the only one who has complementary combat experience. I could draft her into the training squad if you want.
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1: Responsibilities
Murphy dragged me up the king’s tower, a garish monstrosity peeking out from behind the storeroom quarters like a lecherous lover. Gold and silver furniture adorned its insides – heavy, shiny, and ridiculously extravagant. Never say Sibrek wasn’t a proper old king. A prick and an arse, but definitely a real king, at least up until the point he fucking died when a forgotten beast caved his skull in. The floor told us who was in charge of Breadbowl now, and she was standing right in front of us.
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"You’re late, both of you. Terribly inefficient use of time if you ask me. We might as well get this done with quickly, so take a seat. I’m sure you’re interested to know why I called you here."
Over a dozen potential reasons why, all not good. There was the incident with the exploding booze last week for starters. No idea how that happened. Then there was the accidental spiking of the bird feed with gutter creor. Admittedly might have had a hand in that. What else? The wall? Nonono, it was impossible she could know about that…
"The past year has been a tremendously productive year for Breadbowl, spearheaded by my guidance through various initiatives, and we have far surpassed many of our initial production goals..."
God, she was going for the whole propaganda intro. I looked around to see if there were any windows I could throw myself out, but they were all locked.
"...All this while the citizens of Breadbowl live safer, plentiful and beautiful lives. Thus, it pains me even more to say this. After much internal deliberation on my part, I have decided to relinquish my position as Overseer of Breadbowl."
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I choked. Okay, didn’t see that one coming. After the old hag took over last year and declared herself Czar-for-life, I didn't expect her to give up the reins that soon. Perhaps running this place was crazier than it seems. By the looks of it, Murphy was surprised as well.
"Of course, being the Czar Eternal, I still reserve foremost authority in all of Breadbowl’s affairs," she hastily added. Sure thing, lady. "Merely that I believe that it is healthy for the Overseership of this settlement to fall onto fresh eyes, indeed those with more unique perspectives compared to I..."
"Fucking finally," I growled.
"Shut up Ahab," she snapped. "Murphy, I’m tasking you with the day-to-day management of Breadbowl. You've already been mayor for a while, haven't you? I trust that you will make great strides in advancing our cause, for the betterment of the Old Nets."
If Murphy was surprised before, now she was positively shell-shocked. I, on the other hand, couldn’t even begin to sputter at the ridiculousness of it all.
"You’re putting a fourteen-year-old in charge?!"
"Mayor Murphy has proven herself to be widely qualified in all aspects regarding the Overseer position…"
"That’s not a high bar isn’t it. Even Thunk became Overseer."
"And he proceeded to save Breadbowl, many times if I can recall. What’s your point, Ahab?"
"My point is that I’ve got loincloths older than her!"
"Need I remind you that said loincloths were up until recently worn by a certain drunk dwarf as he danced topless across the outer walls, singing lewd songs about hamsters and elderberries." Aha, so she did know. Thoroughly defeated, my hands assumed a submissive gesture. "As for you, I didn’t bring you here to debate the merits of Murphy’s promotion. Here," I was handed a combat report, the ink still fresh on its pages. "Read this. There was a goblin attack an hour ago."
My interest perked, I flipped through the red-yellow pages, complete with crude renditions of the scene.
COMBAT LOG #11473
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Hour 2315: Unidentified figures sighted along the southern perimeter.
Hour 2318: Unids confirmed as hostile contacts – one goblins and three elves, armed.
Hour 2325: Primary squad the Shafts, led by Big Sibrek are dispatched as first respondents.
Hour 2326: Trainees squad is mobilized, high on alert for further contacts.
Hour 2330: Senior officer and Former Overseer Thunk makes first contact by, quote eyewitness account, charging at hostiles roaring "THUNK WILL DEFEND BREADBOWL! THUNK CHARGE AT BAD GOBLINS! THUNK SMAAAASSHHHH!"
Hour 2331: Hostile forces flee without combat. Two elves divert further indoors, and are caught by cage traps. Remaining hostiles escape south past the southern bridge, with Thunk in pursuit.
Hour 2335: Pursuit is unsuccessful. Goblin hostiles escape.
Hour 2336: "THUNK WILL DESTROOOYYYY YOOOOUUUU!"
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"Small raiding party, unknown motives, two caged prisoners." I couldn’t help but grumble. "Gee I wonder why I was summoned..."
Czar Kadol appeared irritated. "Enough with the insolence, Ahab. I’m sure you understand the need for this. The captured elves are under Captain Likot’s supervision; you two are to work together for the interrogation. Now catch."
Something shiny came flying my way; I didn’t bother to catch. The tin badge landed and clattered noisily around my feet.
"Consider yourself reinstated, Hammerer."
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