Just to say I think I found a mistakeI hate. Dwarven. Names. I've done that literally dozens of times, every time I read through I find another.
“Ashmon was promoted to captain of his squad.” Ashmon explained. “You have your own room now.”
On the other hand great story! Can't wait for more!
this fort is kinda tragic after thinking about it more, why the hell would the overseer force his dwarves to make fancy goods for export when not all of his dwarves even have their own room yet? in my current fort im busy outfitting each dwarve's rooms, be it peasant or legendary armorer, with masterwork beds, green glass cabinets, green glass doors, and green glass boxes (all masterworks). And exporting the exceptional and lower crap as my "golden goblets encrusted with gems".Most of this stuff will be explained if not justified in Dumplin Lakewanders and the Worst Dwarf in the World but some of it is inherent to my playstyle. The original 7 tend to be the only useful dwarves for the first year or so and I tend to reward them with better rooms and elevate them to nobility even if they aren't very competent. As for the rooms,
I have a great engraver in training to becoming a legendary engraver so he can turn everyone's decent bedrooms into great or royal bedrooms. My dwarves also eat masterwork roasts, not tallow slop and stones are never hauled unless the stone stockpile has 3 wheelbarrows (i set unlink it until it has 3). There are 2 separate 2x2 stairways so there is almost no traffic jam.
The jails are rooms with a artifact chain or masterwork steel chain encrusted with crystal glass and studded with gold. that has 3 stockpile squares next to it as food, 3 as drink, 1 as masterwork bed, and 1 as masterwork chair. So they have everything they need (they dont need to actually reach the table to use it, just the chair), in addition to 2 masterwork statues beside the masterwork table for them to admire. Unhappy dwarves are also burrowed inside the jail rooms for rehabilitation until they feel better.
EDIT: for clarification purposes when i mentioned i had no jails in my first post, i have no jails ENABLED in my fort most of the time, and just let my unquestionably weak captain of the guard beat on dwarves with his featherwood training swords, jail time is wasted labor. I do have rooms i can set as jails right away though, if a particular dwarf is being violent and needs isolation.
EDIT2: this story makes me feel happy in the way i run my fort, as the starting 7 are treated no different than any other dwarves. (and in fact, i look down on them with contempt because they are all friends with each other, and are tantrum fodder; most of my other dwarves only have their spouse or have no one). In fact, of my starting 7, 6 of them are still just peasants, with 1 becoming one of my legendary miners. I neglected to become a barony to spare my dwarves the grief of additional mandates, and the life of a dwarf that would have became the baron; my mayor is chosen from the dwarf with the most easily crafted preference: barrels, which i need anyway for food storage in my fort.
wait wait wait wait, so you trade the good stuff away and leave crap for your dwarves? why do that? i end up trading the worst stuff away, which are mostly green glass furniture worth 100 each and i managed to buy the dwarven caravan. I supplement my crap with masterwork silver and steel serrated discs which are worth 17k and 45k each apiece undecorated if im a little short on allowed weight/crap. IMO prepared food isnt really worth trading, and if you're trading it you might as well just give the elves the tallow to eat and produce more food overall so you can have enough good non-tallow food to overfeed your fortress. I didnt really keep count, but last i checked about 95% of my dwarves were ecstatic with the remaining being mainly ones who detest common vermin like flies.
as for dumat, cutest lil dwarf i've ever read about, i'd wanna hug her if i could and rescue her from that hell (no offense lol, just going along with the story) and let her live in paradise at cherishedshades! (where only about 70% of the land animates the dead) though i think she might be miserable here too, for other reasons, or at least appalled and horrified.
Because one stack of good food can be worth 50,000 dwarfbucks while a barrel full of tallow cakes is worth less than one hundred, can't be traded to elves, and would be happily eaten by dwarves. 91.6% of the adult population of Arrowstockades is ecstatic and there isn't an unhappy dwarf in the whole shebang.barrels? what barrels? you should be using stoneware large pots since those are created practically free if you have a magma forging system up and running and has twice the capacity of barrels. In my biome i dont have the luxury of excess wood, and the little wood that do accumulate on the surface are guarded by the dead and huskifying weather.
Yes, after nearly a year Dumat Stakepondered had finally settled in. Ready for whatever came next, her story finally had a happy ending.
Keep reading. This is the end if you stop reading now. That was a warning that if you wanted a happy ending you shouldn't read the next two chapters.Yes, after nearly a year Dumat Stakepondered had finally settled in. Ready for whatever came next, her story finally had a happy ending.
no way.... no way!! why end it now?
what happened to the bloody goblin ambush that gets asen killed? or the mixed goblin/undead siege that wipes out the fort? or dumat being pushed to the edge of insanity as everyone died around her, but despite the fact that she is a garbage dwarf, she somehow manages to survive and rebuild?
dammit i feel the more appropriate ending for this story is dumat as the sole survivor, she becomes hardened and alot stronger and cleans up and buries everyone. A few migrants arrive to help her and she begins to recover. Then when the fort is mostly re-established dumat becomes a wise and competent leader that is able to lead the military into battle, and despite all shes been through she keeps hold of her values of equality and happiness for her people. She then sees a familiar migrant that reminds her of herself, a little dwarfette that is struggling with the basic labors and wonders if she'll ever be noticed, dumat looks at her and smiles sadly, but smiles none-the-less, because her greatest loss: her innocence, is never going to be coming back to her.
Hey Broseph,
I wanted to read this in the subway w/ no internet so I ended up making a word document & turning it into an eBook. (If anyone wants it I can upload it somewhere.) In any case, I know where Chapter I and Chapter III start, but I couldn't find a mention of where Chapter II starts... where would that be? I also take it that the post ending in "nothing stays very good for very long." is the end of Chapter III and we're now into Chapter IV?
Fun stuff! Looking forward to see how increasingly tragic this tale can indeed get.
This has to be one of my new favorite stories to read here. I keep coming back for more of it!I actually really enjoy Ashmon. An ecstatic dwarf that doesn't care about anything and remains cheery while pummeling an obviously innocent dwarf for a silly reason... how else would you realistically portray that?
Excellent writing, a solid story, and such a depressing way of showing off dwarven life.
I just don't like how randomly crazy Ashmon is... Everyone else is great, except crazy Ashmon.
Please though!
MOOOOOOOAAAAAAAR!
The being standing before her like the wrath of an angry god was no other than Cerol Sabershaft, The Oily Eviscerations.dam...all my hero dwarves who got named only did so because they had luck and got the headshots on the most forgotten beasts/invaders while sitting safely behind fortifications. None of them could really spearhead an attack or even hold their own without getting seriously injuried/killed against more than 1 armed enemy. But then again my military are all marksdwarves...
dumat's being drafted!hopefully she gets danger-room trained soon so they can bury her baby (or turn it into ash and slab it). That should harden her up a lil.
dam...all my hero dwarves who got named only did so because they had luck and got the headshots on the most forgotten beasts/invaders while sitting safely behind fortifications. None of them could really spearhead an attack or even hold their own without getting seriously injuried/killed against more than 1 armed enemy. But then again my military are all marksdwarves...
Wrapping up exams, updates will continue tomorrow or tonight if time allows.Exciting! Good luck w/ the exams
“I think I know where you can find plenty of willing participants.”
this and likot soap eater are so dead
"Do you have any skill with a weapon?"
"No, I make cheese. Legendary cheese."
"That's the spirit! Here, have this training spear. It'll serve you well enough while you act as the champion marksdwarves' meatshields."
I've been loving this but there haven't been any in a week. You there Stalin?Been a little busy. I expect to have an update tonight and I'll get back to a MWF or T/TR schedule.
Boom! Bonus update.Sweet!
I'm guessing you meant Feb in the second-to-last sentence? Not to be a douche, but...?
Now I feel dumb. I was thinking Feb was the dwarf who dragged them all to the scarecrow demonstration.
Once Feb beheaded the FB they melded into one in my brain.
Haha. Not that I would forget after that, though.Now I feel dumb. I was thinking Feb was the dwarf who dragged them all to the scarecrow demonstration.
Once Feb beheaded the FB they melded into one in my brain.
The easiest way to keep them separate is to remember Cerol is the literal manifestation of fear and death and Feb is a giant wobbly dick.
Would you mind if this, once it is finished, would be bundled up neatly in a pdf or html file and included in the MasterworkDF download?That would be awesome. After I finish I plan on going back and making a day of cleaning it up a little first though. My tone bounces around sometimes, I make frequent grammatical and typographical errors, and while I was having trouble staying interested I didn't do a very good job of setting the scene. If this is going to be attached to Masterwork I want it to be worthy of Masterwork.
I know that there is not much MasterworkDF related in this, but I have included links to boatmurdered/syrupleaf /headshoots and added the highest rated stories from a story collection. The Increasingly Tragic Tale of Dumplin easily surpasses their quality level.
I would add it to the manual section that has the stories and wallpapers. On a personal note, I really, really like this, and made me think about a culinary kitchen and cocktail bar, because no one should have to eat tallow-cake all day.
But really, am I the only one who never loots the caravans?
Well, except the first dwarf one. But hey, you never know if they will return anyways.
I assume that it will turn out increasingly tragic.
My word, this is brilliant! I mean, your writing is phenomenal (and kudos for it), but what astounds me is that Dumplin's story is so believable. Do you mind me sigging the thread? It's given me a whole new appreciation for my substandard migrants.
I can't wait to see how this turns out!
"It begins."What? What begins? WHAT BEGIIIIINS?
The showfight would be my best guess. Arena. :)I know. It's just going on hr 48 with no update and I feel like I have to make that known.
To celebrate the end of Goblin Christmas the captured invaders of the past year were being disposed of in the most entertaining and inhumane way possible.Inhumane, yes. But it is almost the single most dorfy way imaginable.
"Her husband would have never been born. "Read this four times before I posted it and I didn't catch that.
I think you meant "her son"
The retirees of the fortress military trudged through life more living than dead.
Nice catchQuoteThe retirees of the fortress military trudged through life more living than dead.
Did you mean more dead than living?
I actually thought that was an intentional inversion: as long as they aren't down in the caverns, the veterans are barely more alive than dead.Nice catchQuoteThe retirees of the fortress military trudged through life more living than dead.
Did you mean more dead than living?
I actually thought that was an intentional inversion: as long as they aren't down in the caverns, the veterans are barely more alive than dead.
Anyway, keep up the good work, I admire how much character portrait and development you can milk from the madness that is a well-running dorf fort.
can i ask what happened to poor koboldWell, the embrace was broken by armored dwarfs , meaning members of the militia had a Kobold within sight. This has three possible endings: (1) the entire military of Arrowstockades was annihilated, (2) those armored dwarfs are still kicking the Kobold's head, and (3) the Kobold died.
In other words there's a 50/50 shot he's still alivecan i ask what happened to poor koboldWell, the embrace was broken by armored dwarfs , meaning members of the militia had a Kobold within sight. This has three possible endings: (1) the entire military of Arrowstockades was annihilated, (2) those armored dwarfs are still kicking the Kobold's head, and (3) the Kobold died.
i only read this and likot soapeater because i like the publishers and they are interesting stories. if i may suggest, i love when main character gets a pet.
i only read this and likot soapeater because i like the publishers and they are interesting stories. if i may suggest, i love when main character gets a pet.
i only read this and likot soapeater because i like the publishers and they are interesting stories....
Mithril spears? I'm not familiar with masterwork, but how are they only causing bruises? Isn't mithril supposed to be extremely awesome in general Fantasy?I think the armor is made of mithril. The spears are pushing on the metal armor, causing bruises.
I like the update, though.
I think the armor is made of mithril. The spears are pushing on the metal armor, causing bruises.Spot on.
wooden but the moved quitethe = they. ;)
Oh.Mithril spears? I'm not familiar with masterwork, but how are they only causing bruises? Isn't mithril supposed to be extremely awesome in general Fantasy?I think the armor is made of mithril. The spears are pushing on the metal armor, causing bruises.
I like the update, though.
I actually let surprisingly few typos in this section this time.Quotewooden but the moved quitethe = they. ;)
((No offense, since I'm still reading it and liking it, but I feel the quality of the story has dropped since its beginning...))There was a section of the story where I did sort of lose interest and I didn't put my best work into it. I plan on going back and rewriting the weaker bits.
My dyslexia has always been an obstacle to grammar and spelling, the reason it seems better early on is because my peeps have already pointed it out and told me to clean it up. I will never get angry at someone for showing me that I made a mistake.
The plot movement has changed throughout the chapters. Initially there was a long period where Dumplin did nothing but work, there I use repetition and monotony to demonstrate how dull fotress life was. Now I'm focusing on the battle between Dumplin and the overseer and I don't know how to highlight her increasing paranoia without that same repetition.
My sentence variety and dialogue quality have dropped. As a side effect of taking on nine characters at once I did neglect to give each a unique characterization and thereby a different tone during dialogue. I hope to fix this but am open to suggestions.
Eesh. Thanks for thre heads up man! Cant wait!
Ah. Thanks for thinking we are worthy of rewriting this!Are you kidding? This is Dwarf fortress! The game that in a world of blu-ray graphics, billion dollar budgets, and massive development teams said "ascii characters, voluntary donations, and these two dudes." This is Bay 12! The community that looked at an overpopulation of domestic pets, a peaceful sea dwelling civilization, and flesh rotting toxins and said "meat, bone-farm, and fireproof lotion." You disproved the tragedy of the commons, you transcended casual AND hardcore gaming, you are METAL. It is an honor to be part of this community it is a joy to play this game, and it is a privilege to write for you.
Thank you for the effort you put into this. :)
The biggest change in writing I noticed is simply that the start was quite satirical, taking routine fort situations that every player knows, and turning them on their head. The latest texts about bold-cuddling, paranoia and so forth are not bad as such, but lack the connection to the game. Dwarves wouldnt be paranoid about a lever on top of a grate over magma, no, on the contrary, they would happily pull it if told so.
Good luck. Just what sort of assignments?A research paper, studying for an upcoming test, and a group project.
Ah. At what level of bullshitizing? High school, senior year, New York or uni?Undergrad, senior year.
So senior year uni? or am I totally off?No you got it.
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Posting to watch. This is really great, btw, keep up the good work!No. I have gone temporarily insane and it's interrupted my writing. This story will not under any circumstances end prematurely.
Edit: This isn't just over, is it? That would be depressing, yet oddly fitting.
That is good to hear. I am still waiting, patiently, for it to finish, then bundle it up, make it a .pdf and put it to MDF somehow. ;) Or at least urge you to upload it to dfstories.com ;)Posting to watch. This is really great, btw, keep up the good work!No. I have gone temporarily insane and it's interrupted my writing. This story will not under any circumstances end prematurely.
Edit: This isn't just over, is it? That would be depressing, yet oddly fitting.
Does it make me a horrible person if I found that discussion centered on horrible death completely hilarious?Yes but it makes you an excellent Df player.
Is this the end? I only just discovered this story and greatly enjoyed reading it. :D :D Frankly, I am astounded her son didn't die. That should give her some hope still?
Awesome! I hadn't read this stuff since last year in June and was so happy to see all these updates. This is me lavishing praise on Broseph Stalin so that I might further encourage him to finish it up =). I admire your perseverance and determination.My thoughts exactly, except without the haven't read since June part.
ptw. This story is of the highest quality.
I'm totally willing to help edit the final product, starting whenever.
Dang it! You're only allowed to post in your own thread with an update! j/kLet me make it up to you.
Love this story.
The story will come to it's natural conclusion.
Eventually Degel devised some vaguely clever pattern to move in while carrying Inod but it was of course in vain as his heart had been pierced and a truly impressive amount of blood spread everywhere he was moved. When the tragedy was over they began walking around towards the entrance one dwarf fewer.Ooh exciting. Will everyone but Dumplin die? Or will this be the end for Dumplin as well?
Well that was depressing.
Well written, certainly, but depressing. Out of curiosity, how close to actual events in the fortress was this story?
... and then it got really, really dark in here.
Wait, what? Could you clarify the last two paragraphs, Broseph? (That includes the short "She shot her husband in the head" one.)
One of the benefits of this alone time was that she'd thought of something much better than walking into a river. Dumplin was off to see the overseer.
If it makes you feel any better your story was inducted into the hall of legends today. Congratulations. Also PTW.I've had an eye on the nomination for a while, super happy that so many people have enjoyed the story.
Oh my gosh, lol. I just found this in HoL, actually fell behind at work today b/c I was reading. I just reached the point whereThank you so much. I love hearing that people connect with the story and I love that the Hall of Legends is bringing more people to it. One of my side projects that I'm going to start working on after Dumplin wraps up is the Day That Brassworked Fell, it's going to have a much smaller scope but it's going to have the same basic theme of exploring the little moments that get lost in the scale of the game.We take for granted that our Dwarves have infinite strength and endurance, that hauling boulders of gold & obsidian through 10 levels of stairs straight up doesn't pain them in any way. Two things in particular really struck me though. First is the Marksdwarves being assigned to bash each other with their crossbows. Every single Fortress I have ever run has encountered this problem at least once. 90% of the time it's my fault :-[ Second is the description of how an ornate, gem-studded & engraved gold goblet actually comes in to being, the many steps involved in its' creation. You have truly captured what a realistic view of the wholly surreal nature of a Fortress would be. Classic 'train wreck in slow motion', I'm glad I caught this on a weekend, cuz I'm gonna be up all night reading.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
And here we are at the end! :D ...... aw crap >:( Having reached what I must presume is the penultimate chapter, I feel inclined to make a prediction;
Wait, did the story actually end yet? Is it over?Nope.
You know what would be truly tragic? If she weren't dead yet. I mean it's a pretty safe bet at this point, but Dwarves have been known to fully recover from having literally every bone fractured.I remember a dwarf named Balta in Towersomething that survived two 17-z falls. He was more cloth than dwarf. He eventually died of infection.
Wait, so Dumplin's husband went outside and was zombified or something? I still don't really get that part.