and a wheel broke. We cannot lift the wagon to fix the wheel
many a fortress has started in this manner. "Wheel's broke? Fuck it!"
Glory to Rìtharthikthog!
though one cannot help but wonder what strange beasties lurk in the muck. that swamp is large and full of old things, left over from the creation of The Legendary Lands, or so I've heard. Will these Weary Warriors be up to the task?
may I ask what mods you have installed off the top of your head? And did you use DFhack to prepare multiple species during embark? very cool
Looks interesting, waiting to see where this goes, so PTW.
Liking the map, too!
Do my eyes deceive me or this that font on the map Papyrus?
Chapter 18: Finding Rhythm
Music Recommendation: Real Estate – Out Of Tune (https://realestate.bandcamp.com/track/out-of-tune)
111 Li 18
After over a month, I set foot in Ritharthikthog again. Asmël received us with joy and jest, and is currently trading with the caravan. Rabîl is with Dodåk and the children. Mëlvil is reporting to Amöst and the šöfs as she meets them. Tosirid volunteers to show me what happened in my absence.
I had dampened my expectations, knowing full-well there would be no miraculous leap in progress. However, many things have been accomplished, just not the ones we needed the most.
Additional shelter has already been assembled, though not to Čogon's standards and not elevated. It is somewhat upsetting to see good wood used for what will be waterlogged beyond habitability in a few months.
On that note, sealed obsidian walls extend to the surface level, soon to reach even higher and form a dam in time for the annual flood. Peat has been harvested during the construction, and is now piled in a pit silo lovingly titled "Ivory Dragon's Chamberpot". While some dwarves wish to burn it as an anniversary spectacle, we should keep a supply for practical uses, and I would put some aside for experiments.
Some dwarves evaded construction labour, but at least took care of some other duties, such as cooking. Their "Sorry-I-slacked-off"-stew tastes good.
111 Li 25
The newest residents have prompted conflicting opinions. Some are glad to have proper guards, while others are wary of the "queen's dwarves". It doesn't help that Thiknas, a troll barely of age – all the guards are strikingly young, threw a fit about the poor conditions here, as though she couldn't have expected this from a new outpost.
Asmël put in some good words for the guards and for Ritharthikthog. However, other problems demanded his attention too. Båb told me about one such problem: The new miners, Sästegök Movath and Fastis Bukzatüd, are not working. The former walks off to help with constructing huts instead, and the latter is mostly sitting around grumpy and drunk. It is unacceptable to leave urgent physical labour to Üsen while she is carrying a child. There aren't even any other doctors to stitch her back together if she pops.
111 Li 28
Be it age or alcohol, getting through Fastis' stupor is futile. She understands what we say, even if we have to spell out the implications. But she quickly loses any motion we set her in.
Säst claims to be going where labour is needed. When I started disassembling and denying that argument, he instead insisted on doing what he is best at. This, too, seems unlikely, given we asked everyone what they enjoy before giving out jobs. The ensuing assertions were even less founded.
I have seen this kind of reasoning in a few new scholars at the Shipdip Library of Wisdom. They begun research with vivid dreams of making a great discovery within weeks. None succeeded. Instead of employing patience and thoroughly analysing their subjects one part at a time, they made up excuses and ridiculous conspiracies. Unfortunately, I do not know how to guide someone out of such folly.
111 Sa 01
Tosirid took Sästegök aside this morning to admire the obsidian bulwark that withstands autumn showers so far. Something about his attitude changed. Fastis made a passing remark about "great halls", but then joined Säst in silently swinging a pick.
By the time I arrived, their morale was already waning again. Simply cheering them on did nothing. As a last effort, I thanked them for the single chunk of obsidian their work has yielded. While hauling it away, a pick shanty came to mind. Somehow, those two lines are all it took to rekindle Fastis' spirit. Her out-of-tune warble in turn got Säst chirping with renewed determination.
Båb checks the tunnel occasionally to validate progress and encourage them. Asmël taught them more quips and shanties, to profound effect.
The Weary Warriors work best with cheer.
(https://mobbstar.gitlab.io/dwarf-fortress/drawings/18_shanty.png)
While I fancy the hatch-shaded pencil drawings, flat digital drawings are faster and more fun to me, so I will default to that from now on.