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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Opening Hook
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The first of the new class of warriors was a female human named Callisto Aquiscasot Thola. She was a citizen of the Kingdom of Ships and a member of the Courageous Councils and had become a heathperson the Councils of Onslaught.
Her appearance seemed normal enough. She had long hair, a recessed chin, a upturned nose and slightly wide set eyes of the color of teal. Her skin, and hair, were both a dark tan. By the time she had become a heathperson she had received many wounds. She was tough, agile, was slow to tire, and strong. She also had great willpower, a good memory, and a certain amount of patience.
She was called a preacher and a poet. But around the time she decided to go on her third mission she decided to give herself the title. Instead of being called just a Maceman she started to call herself a Cleaner.
Historians, scholars, and drunks have debated this title. Many a hired sword laughed at it. As did many a soldier.
But in hindsight it seemed to fit. She wanted to hunt down bandits, monsters, and beasts. She wanted to help ‘clean’ up the wildness and protect the hamlets. She rarely got any rewards, lived off the land, and traded crafts for coins she made herself. She was ‘cleaning’ the world for more civilized folks.
This was also around the time her pet Lekla was given the name Kitty Killer.
Too bad she, and her pet, died so early in their lives. But others decided to follow in their footsteps.
- Quote From The History Of The World Volume CXII
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You stand before the old man who sits in front of the fireplace. The flames give the small house warmth and keep the shadows at bay. There is little inside the house. A chest, a bag, some farm folk huddled in the corners. Some trying to sleep. Some chewing on old bread and drinking veggie stew. Some waiting for the old man to reply to your statement.
His chair is the only chair in the house. Passed down from his father who received it from his father before him. It is stained and has been repaired many times. It barely looks like a chair. But he can sit on it and rest his old bones from a day’s work.
“You want to run off and be a Cleaner? Why would you want to exchange your warm home and fields, and hours of hard work in the fields for a mop? Ohhh…you want to be one of those weirdos. Yes, they fight not for coin or glory but to help others.”
The old man rubs his chin and leans back in his chair. His old eyes look you over.
“Listen, are you sure? Its not like being a Monster Hunter or a Soldier for one of the Towns. There will be no Guild Masters or Drill Sergeants to help you start. You’ll have to work your way from the bottom up. Killing wild animals, bandits, spreading knowledge of your actions with your own voice. You may become famous and even rich. But that’s not the point.”
The old man leans forward and taps your chest. You can see the dirt in the wrinkles of his face and smell the night soil under his fingernails.
“The Cleaners have to make decisions. Not all the undead are mindless. Not all beasts are man eaters. And how about armies and Rulers? Do Cleaners deal with politics? Is there such a thing as TRUE EVIL? Or are some people just greedy and stupid?”
The old man sighs and points towards the warm fireplace. It crackles and spits as a small dented iron pot sits next to it. The pot is full of a brown stew. It bubbles and steams.
“Cleaners spend much of their time on the road or in the wild. Sleeping on the ground, eating food they find themselves, using weapons they loot from corpses. You may not like the life of a farmer. Sleeping in on hard floors, working the fields for your Lords, eating what we pick from the fields or gather from the wilds, and drinking plain water from the well. But you are less likely to be killed by a dingo or ripped apart by a goblin. You’re lucky to have a job during these dark times.”
The old man looks out the window to the dark fields beyond. And beyond them the wastelands.
“Still, some of the Cleaners pick that fate because of their past. Bandits killed their family. Man eater ate their brother. Vermin knifed their mother. They have a goal. A reason. A fire burning within them. It helps them survive out there in the World of Bones. Do you?”
The old man frowns as he listens to you. He shrugs and points towards the door.
“Oh? You do? Well, check out the mead hall in the morning. They always have spare weapons and equipment for the likes of you. And keep an ear open. Sometimes Cleaners leave behind loot for future Cleaners. Weapons, extra food, coins. Most of it is junk. But you can always trade. Even the poorest trades are sometimes eager to buy up fresh meat or a pair of socks.”
The old man looks a tad sad and gestures towards on a empty spot near the nearest wall.
“Now get some sleep. After you leave in the morning I’ll tell your next of kin that you went to become a Cleaner. And ask them to pray for you.”
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The idea behind this Succession Game is each player will take two weeks to try to make the World of Bones, a interesting place if you have seen my two story threads on it, a BETTER place. If you can. I tried to make a DF version of Dark Sun and kind of got something weird.
The term I have picked, Cleaner, I kind of took from Stand Still Stay Silent. The term ‘cleanser’ was used for humans who used fire and explosives to clear out infected regions so people can live there. I just removed the s.
The idea is the players will do their best to bring up the standard of living for the people of this world within a two week period. After that they pass on the save.
They can do this in Adventure Mode by doing their best to kill dangerous animals, bandits, thieves, monsters, the undead and otherwise carry out other quests they feel will improve the lives of others. They can claim sites, build log cabins are resting spots, or leave behind weapons and supplies for future Cleaners.
They can do this in Fortress Mode also. For example, if you use Fortress Mode, you may settle in an area to bridge a river or tame a wild region or build a tavern. Or just build a armoury for future Cleaners. Or a supply hut. Or whatever. The idea is not to make a mega-project as much as spread civilization. So seven heavily armed Dwarfs would be better than a bunch of civilians. Once you leave them on their own they need to survive.
Players would leave other Players’ Cleaners and Settlements alone. Unless the latter needed to be reclaimed.
So the Rules would be Simple.
1. Make a Adventurer or a Fortress.
2. Make the World of Bones a better place. HOW and WHY is up to you.
3.After Two Weeks pass on the save.
4.Don’t mess with other Players’ Adventurers or Settlements unless it is IC. In other words don’t control their character or settlement. But if your character happen to meet another character or visit a settlement in game that’s okay. OR if a former Cleaner shows up at your settlement put him/her/it in the best position for their skills. Try to stay IC.
WARNING -the game had been modded.
My game is modded in a few ways. My female dwarfs have beards and my dwarfs have a third gender who have no fear and don’t need their eyes -
In creature_standard in the raw/objects
Now we'll declare the specific castes.
[CASTE:FEMALE]
The gender tag lets it know how breeding works.
[FEMALE]
[MULTIPLE_LITTER_RARE]
To add beards, put square brackets around the following:
[BODY_DETAIL_PLAN:FACIAL_HAIR_TISSUE_LAYERS]
[CASTE:MALE]
[MALE]
[SET_BP_GROUP:BY_TYPE:LOWERBODY][BP_ADD_TYPE:GELDABLE]
[BODY_DETAIL_PLAN:FACIAL_HAIR_TISSUE_LAYERS]
[CASTE:INTERSEX]
[NO_GENDER]
[CASTE_NAME:intersex dwarf:intersex dwarves:intersex dwarf]
[NOFEAR]
[EXTRAVISION]
[BODY_DETAIL_PLAN:FACIAL_HAIR_TISSUE_LAYERS]
and I made it so that marriage announcements paused and centered the game to the marriage party -
In announcements under data/init
[MARRIAGE:A_D:D_D:P:R]
Also….I may have made them willing to do horrible things to sapient beings…..hey, it is a harsh world -
In the Dwarf section in entity_default under raw/objects
[ETHIC:EAT_SAPIENT_OTHER:ACCEPTABLE]
[ETHIC:EAT_SAPIENT_KILL:ACCEPTABLE]
[ETHIC:MAKE_TROPHY_SAME_RACE:ACCEPTABLE]
[ETHIC:MAKE_TROPHY_SAPIENT:ACCEPTABLE]
I am not sure if that would be passed on in the saves or if you have yo edit your game. Last time I tried to pass on the whole game in a file it went badly.
Lists :
1.Callisto - Lots Of Sand, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8419365#msg8419365)Bridge, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8419551#msg8419551)Stupid Langurs, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8420345#msg8420345)Winter Break, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8421073#msg8421073)Second Floor, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8421423#msg8421423)The Mission Finished (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8421766#msg8421766)
2.Salmeuk - Scroll One, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8423183#msg8423183)Scroll Two, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8423311#msg8423311)Scroll Three, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8424429#msg8424429)Scroll Four (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8424841#msg8424841)
3. Callisto - Grognak Of Axes, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8425158#msg8425158)The Unbridled Bust, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8425468#msg8425468)Rest Stops, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8425697#msg8425697)The Next Project, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8426245#msg8426245)Gator Attack, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8426660#msg8426660)The Loons!, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8427272#msg8427272)When Ducks Attack, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8427482#msg8427482)Night Attack, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8427653#msg8427653)River Source, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8428054#msg8428054)Goblins, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8428213#msg8428213)Ethical Issues, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8428484#msg8428484)Going Home (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8428650#msg8428650)
4. Salmeuk - The Hills Have Gemstones, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8429358#msg8429358)Digging Out A Home, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8429611#msg8429611)Two Years Later, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8430166#msg8430166)Kobold Catcher, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8430887#msg8430887)Short Update, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8431162#msg8431162)5000 Gems (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8431402#msg8431402)
5. Callisto - Adventure Time, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8432454#msg8432454)The End, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8432825#msg8432825)Heading Out, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8433133#msg8433133)One Year Later, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8433669#msg8433669)The Grand Plan Fails (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8434269#msg8434269)
6. Donnerino - Bakeddoom, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8434388#msg8434388)Caverns Of Crud, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8434808#msg8434808)The Mountain Homes Answer, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8435128#msg8435128)The Everlasting Indeed (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8435583#msg8435583)
7. AvolitionBrit - The Mark Left, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8437916#msg8437916)The Pugilist Of Soakedboards, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8438453#msg8438453)The Amazing Bed Of Amazingness, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8440033#msg8440033)The Cursed Lord, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8441262#msg8441262)Immortal? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8441561#msg8441561)
8. Callisto - A Totally New Character, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8442510#msg8442510)Kobolds! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8443059#msg8443059)Killing Kobolds, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8443488#msg8443488)Heading Out! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8443507#msg8443507)Settling In, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8444365#msg8444365)Starting 1084, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8445337#msg8445337)The BEES! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8445734#msg8445734)Toyland, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8446061#msg8446061)Mission Completed (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8446378#msg8446378)
9. AvolitionBrit - To The Edge Of The World, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8447133#msg8447133)The Statue, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8448927#msg8448927)The Great Duck Preserved (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8451269#msg8451269)
10. Salmeuk - The Approach, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8453179#msg8453179)The Dig, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8454125#msg8454125)New Migrants, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8454513#msg8454513)Strange Eggs (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8454783#msg8454783)
11. Callisto - Snow White, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8455055#msg8455055)Following The River, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8455287#msg8455287)Army Or Treasure? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8455635#msg8455635)A Dark Fortress, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8455836#msg8455836)Army Of Darkness, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8455985#msg8455985)Worthless Dead Ravens, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8456440#msg8456440)So The Journey Starts, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8456899#msg8456899)Being Sneaky, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8457071#msg8457071)Goblins! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8457470#msg8457470)Stupid Time! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8457787#msg8457787)Good Old Fashion Exploring, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8457923#msg8457923)Urge To Kill.... (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8458254#msg8458254)Where Do I Store My Map? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8458784#msg8458784)Honey Badger! (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8459545#msg8459545)A New Title (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8459765#msg8459765)
12. StrikaAmaru - Prologue, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8459893#msg8459893)The Founding Of TwerEnded, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8460388#msg8460388)Era of the Expedition Leader, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8461046#msg8461046)Interlude, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8461693#msg8461693)Era of Kel the Mayor, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8462481#msg8462481)TowerEnded 1106 & 1107, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8463114#msg8463114)TowerEnded 1107-1108, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8465696#msg8465696)TowerEnded 1109, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8466101#msg8466101)TowerEnded 1110-12 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8466822#msg8466822)
13. Brewer Bob - PASS
14. Salmeuk - Cratormanor, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8466154#msg8466154)Hardships, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8467336#msg8467336)Abandoned (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8467739#msg8467739)
15. AvolitionBrit - Did something?
16. Callisto - Good Goblin, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8472842#msg8472842)Trying To Find The Scene Of The Crime, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8473152#msg8473152)A Healthy Hamlet? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8473313#msg8473313)Doom? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8473997#msg8473997)A Fort, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8474282#msg8474282)Into The Desert, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8474609#msg8474609)Mountains, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8475063#msg8475063)Into The Fortress? (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8476545#msg8476545)The Great Journey, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8476834#msg8476834)Exploring Endtown, (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8477279#msg8477279)The End (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180444.msg8479013#msg8479013)
Who wants to try their luck?!?!
I plan to go first. I have an idea of trying to build a bridge/tavern/Cleaner base kind of thing. Real quick - just build a bridge, tavern, training hall, barracks, Trade Depot and fields. Likely take a day and not two weeks. But we'll see.
My two stories set in the same universe.
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=179978.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=179978.0)
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180184.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180184.0)
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Lots Of Sand
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When the wagon came to a stop near the stream Meng Workgild jumped down onto the yellow sand. It, for it was neither male nor female, was sixty four years old with a very long dark gray-brown moustache in double braids and a matching long beard which was also braided.
But, due to the its culture’s current styling, the sideburns and the head of hair had been shaven clean. Which didn’t help it protect the skin from the sun. Luckily it had a pig tail cap on.
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“I claim this land for the Dregs of Clearing in the name of the Coal of Prestige. This site is now known as the Bridge of Awe-inspiring!”
“Can we start digging now?” asked Fikod Laudedchannel as he stepped down from the wagon. As one of the Miners he wanted to get under ground as soon as possible. The sun, the sand, the open space, was unnerving to him. Well, it was unnerving to everybody in the group.
“Yes, underground,” stated Ral Silverdangled. She was the other Miner. Kind of Fikod’s shadow.
“Why the heck am I here?” demanded Asmel Earthcovens as it picked up its axe. “I see few plants and only a few sources for wood. We may be able to make enough beds for ourselves. And that’s if we pull apart the wagon.”
The Peasant stepped down from the wagon along with the Doctor and the Farmer.
“Get us underground so I can start planting this summer’s corps,” demanded Kivish Dyetrammel, the Farmer, as he glared around the landscape. “We already missed Spring.”
“And I can guess who is going to be hauling all the crap too,” murmured the Peasant, named Inod Mountainsoaks. The Peasant, like the Leader, was neither male nor female. And was likely to be trained as a soldier once things were settled. Its type had no fear and seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to feeling movement around it.
“Wonderful!” exclaimed the Doctor. His name was Datan Citywind and he hated creatures and greenery. Many in the group were slightly worried about a Doctor who hated all living things.
Meng sighed. “Dig out the tunnels. We need a large chamber for the future beds. Storage, barracks, work areas and LOTS of stone. We need stone for the bridge and the above ground tavern.”
The rest of the group looked somewhat ill at the thought of all the work they would have to do in the hot sun. But at least the site wasn’t as hot as some areas. There were rumors of some people melting….
“And we need a pen for the pigs! Oh, and a butcher shop.” Meng glanced at the camel and the yak who were no longer needed to pull the wagon. “Oh…and pull apart the wagon.”
And so the Bridge of Awe-Inspiring was founded. But how long would it last?
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So this is how you're gonna continue the story, PTW.
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This looks interesting.
PTW for now.
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I'm free for a turn~ looks wild. I have enjoyed your stories so far.
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I'm free for a turn~ looks wild. I have enjoyed your stories so far.
I'll add you to the list.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Bridge
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And so as the wagon was pulled apart, begging them to stop and think of all its children, the Miners started to dig out the tunnels and chambers the group would need.
Meng checked out the stream. Trying to decide where to build the bridge and, of course, the tavern. Which would be on top of the bridge.
The dwarfs would live underground like proper dwarfs. But the guests would live and drink and party on the surface.
Then the Farmer was attacked by a turtle. Which he killed but than sat down and pouted and refused to plow the underground farming plots.
So the Peasant was told it was now also a Farmer. Much to its annoyance.
Then it turned out the old Farmer wasn’t pouting. He was wounded.
As they dug out a tiny hospital and made some beds the Miners hit stone!
The Doctor was also assigned the Chief Medical Dwarf. And so the Leader went, grabbed the Farmer, and brought him in to be worked on.
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He was well taken care of. Well, at least as best as the Doctor could take care of him.
In early Autumn a caravan arrived, found no Trade Depot, and left disappointed.
And the Baron Consort Goden Kathil, who was sent by the Queen, met with Meng who wanted nothing but wood.
Meng didn't pay attention to what the Baron Consort wanted them to export. Meng thought of itself, and the others, as obeying a higher power than the Queen. Justice and Order!
And then some idiot migrants appeared to come from the southwest. Meng Toolcolors, a female Weaver, had decided to come to the settlement for who knows why. Turned out she knew how to dress wounds and went straight to the hospital to help. An Animal Dissector and a Administrator also came out of the wasteland.
They also brought a donkey.
Worthless.
Meng didn’t trust them. They were not Cleaners, like it and the rest. They group had not been open about their beliefs and had no started calling each other Cleaners until a few days before the migrants showed up.
Also the direction the migrants had come from was infested with goblins.
Still Meng thought to itself. They would make a place for all people. All would be welcomed and protected. Even elves and goblins. The Cleaners didn't care about words and politics. They cared only for action. If somebody was peaceful to them they would return that peace. But pull a weapon on them...
And at least the Miners finally finished the lower level of the stone bridge.
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Now they would have to work on upper levels. And maybe make a Trade Depot.
But at least they had food and drink and might live to carry out their mission.
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Just some behind the scene information. This is my second try to set up a settlement for this Succession World. The first one was doing well untill they all started to die for no reason I could find. I think the surface was too hot as those mining lived longer. And those who were working on the surface, along with the animals, died. One Farmer even walked into the tunnels to set up the farming plots and just dropped dead covered in blood. There was no combat, reports, or announcements. There may be areas which are just dead zones. So if you plan to make a Fortress be careful where to pick to strike the earth.
I think I may have accidently picked a area where the temperature was...a little too high. Or there was something invisible...or a gas...or something. Funny enough after the site was abandoned another group claimed it. :-\
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Stupid Langurs
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While the barracks had yet to be made everybody was made part of a squad. Even the Non Cleaners.
But the mining was leaving pretty large underground chambers that could be turned into barracks and maybe a shrine. Maybe a private dining area for the staff of the tavern?
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Then while putting up walls along the bridge one of the idiots fell into the river!
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Which…happened to be the Head Cleaner Meng. How embarrassing.
Luckily nobody was hurt, as the river wasn’t that hard to get out of, and once the walls were finished they started on making the floor for the second level.
All during this Goden Kathilkadol, the Baron Consort of Knowinglance, was hanging in the dining area. Which was a large chamber with a table and a chair. No doubt not very impressed by it all. But it had been made to be a meeting hall and not really a dining room.
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He said he was a Diplomat who had come to relax and find comfort in the settlement. The dwarfs assumed his wife hated him and he was just using his job as a Diplomat to get as far away from her as he could.
Meng had always been told that Royal dwarfs were worthless but to see it first hand….
At least there was plenty of stew on the menu. Who didn't love pond turtle stew?
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And some drinks.
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The second level, with two walls, was completed. Meng had the dwarfs stop work on it to do other chores. Like make mugs, more beds, and other items needed for life in the settlement and for the tavern. As well as eat, drink, and sleep. They needed to do that too, right?
Then there was a report that langurs were stealing shields! So Meng called forth the The First Line! The squad’s not-very-interesting name. To kill as many of the tiny annoying creatures as they could.
Being that many of the dwarfs had proper weapons, such copper and bronze spears and shields, the gray langurs didn’t last long.
One, Ral, decided to wrestle with one of the creatures. And was somewhat horrified by it all as the damn thing kept biting her.
But the other dwarfs were smart enough to go armed and dangerous. At least dangerous enough to be dangerous to stealing gray langurs.
Soon all the tiny thieves were killed and Ral was sent to the hospital to have her wounds taken care of.
Winter came. And langur stew was added to the menu.
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for some reason I am reminded of the old folktale about this weird langur-like in the night who threatens a lumberjack after he steals its tail. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tailypo)
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Winter Break
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So it was decided that work on the Tavern was to be halted during the cool season so that the dwarfs could continue to work on other projects as making more rooms, beds, and maybe even a shrine?
Also they needed to find something to trade with the next caravan. What would it be?
While the dwarfs happily worked underground some of those who had to work outside reported a herd, or is it a flock, of ostriches. And vultures. Lots of vultures.
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One of the rooms had a altar placed in it and it was named the Pungent Ticks. It was, in other words, a Temple for everybody. No one God or Goddess was worshiped there. All visitors were welcomed.
Then one of the sows gave birth. One the herd go bigger and some of the young ones matured the older ones would be butchered. Soon bacon, ham, pork, would be on the menu!
It was also decided that two dwarfs would train each month in the pretty bare bone barracks. So there was always somebody to plant seeds, work at the work shops, and harvest.
Winter turned out to be a good time to work underground. Mining was carried out giving the dwarfs more rock to work with and plenty of uncut gems.
The dwarfs’ bedroom had more beds placed in it. Along with some cabinets.
There was also more food, mostly in the form of dead langurs. And a wider selection of drinks.
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Then spring came and it was back to work!
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Second Floor
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So work on the second floor of the bridge was restarted. It was decided that the north and south walls would have arrow slots. Which would also allow what little wind the desert produced to cool the tavern.
Since access was via a stairway hatches would be placed on them. This would block access to invaders.
Near the end of Mid-Spring more migrants appeared from the southwest again. Meng was not pleased. Trust them it did not.
Among the new arrivals was a Clothier, a Soap Maker, another two (or three) Carpenters, a Siege Operator, a Armorer, a Gem Cutter, a Metalcrafter, a Bowyer, a Ranger, another two Weavers, a goat kid, a puppy,another two, or three, piglets, a Yak calf, a Stomeworker, a Architect, a Hunter, a Cheese Maker, a Jeweler, a Animal Caretaker, a Woodcrafter, a chick, another foal, a Peachick, a cavy, a poult, and a water Buffalo cow, and a Cow Calf.
Meng moaned. More beds would need to be made and weapons found to train the new soldiers.
The cows and the goat would have to pastured across the river. That was the only area with grass. The pets would be left alone. While the Peachick, the poult, and piglets would be placed with the pigs.
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Then it turned out that there were a lot of worshipers of the Cult of Bronze and they now wanted a temple and a priest. They gave the petition to Meng and, with a sigh, it gave the request the stamp of approval. Which was a rock it had found that it liked the shape of.
The Hunters, or was it a Hunter and a Ranger, went chasing down the wildlife and killed it.
Then there seemed to have been an accident and some dwarfs were wounded. But it was unknown WHAT had happened. A cave in?
Nobody could give a answer to that question. And nobody ended up in the hospital. Then Summer came.
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Meng wondered about if the tavern would be finished before the Hamlet became so big that the dwarfs would be too busy just trying to stay alive and not working on the tavern.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Mission Finished
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Spring started out on the wrong foot. For some reason the second floor started out badly as the dwarfs. Instead of making floors they made walls.
As the workers started to correct their mistake it was than noticed that erith, a Carpenter, had withdrawn from society and taken over the above ground Carpenter’s Workshop. Luckily, it looked like erith had been able to find all it needed.
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When it finished it had made a statue of Bemnil Righteousrazors. Whoever that was….
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Meng placed it in the tavern. Just to add some art. What a waste of good wood.
Then MORE migrants came. Damn it. Had Summer come already? Meng sighed. The settlement had 30 dwarfs. How many more could it handle?
By the time all the migrants arrived the hamlet numbered 41. Plus some more animals and pets.
Also there was a Honey Badger causing trouble and Meng ordered the Squad to go forth and kill the thing. It ended up on the menu.
The tavern was finally given a name. The Sugar of Planks!
Also Meng assigned erith Asmelrab as the Performer of the Cult of Bronze. Though erith was given the name Bronze Priest.
Late Summer came. And then Autumn. But the Tavern/Bridge was almost finished.
A tavern keeper was selected. Rith Athelkatak, who had been one of the workers of Gems, was picked.
Then, on the 17th of Limestone a caravan from Risen Gemur had arrived. And the hamlet had a lot of cut gems and uncut gems to trade with the traders. A LOT of gems. They could buy a LOT of wood and booze. And food, of course.
Also the Baron Consort had returned. Meng moaned and went to her office.
In the meeting it asked the Baron for wood. Lots of wood.
The Broker traded the gems for food, some fruit, cloth and leather, and barrels of drink. And of course bought up some wood. And a few weapons. And two musical instruments.
The traders were very happy as they had made a very big profit.
Then more migrants came. The hamlet jumped from 41 dwarfs to 50 dwarfs.
In fact there were now enough craftsdwarfs that they made a Guild for themselves called the Hall of Silkiness.
Of course they wanted a Hall for their Guild. A piece of the mine was set aside and called the Palace of Rims.
But the Head Cleaner, Meng was pleased, for the Tavern was finally done. The Mission was complete!
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And so…
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And so the Cleaners had finished a bridge/tavern where visitors could come, rest, drink, and move across the river without worrying about ambushes or drowning.
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I will have the save up as soon as I can. Right when I was finishing this I was called into work. :-[
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awesome! A well-crafted craftsdwarf guild indeed.
So, I was thinking about how I might improve the world, and had a few questions for you:
1. So I can play a fortress pretty much as long as it lives, right? up to the two-week IRL timelimit
2. Could I potentially create multiple fortresses, assuming they are all upon a theme? Like, a series of outposts defining the border between civilizations?
3. Are we supposed to be selecting the same civ during embark? or merely playing along the theme of "Dark Sun"?
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awesome! A well-crafted craftsdwarf guild indeed.
So, I was thinking about how I might improve the world, and had a few questions for you:
1. So I can play a fortress pretty much as long as it lives, right? up to the two-week IRL timelimit
2. Could I potentially create multiple fortresses, assuming they are all upon a theme? Like, a series of outposts defining the border between civilizations?
3. Are we supposed to be selecting the same civ during embark? or merely playing along the theme of "Dark Sun"?
1. Yes. As long as it is within the two weeks. Then you release it into the wild....or earlier if you finished it.
2. Sure. But remember when you retire them it is likely most of the Dwarfs will just leave and end up in your next border post. My Bridge/Tavern will likely be empty or invaded within a few weeks.
3. You can pick any civ that fits the theme. Think of us a Templars. We answer to a high power - we're here to SAVE the world. And as for the theme of Dark Suns this world is harsh enough without needing to role play it. Bwahahahaha!
So, this is the game with the save - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16132
And this is just the save file if you already edited the game like mine - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16131
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yesss ok my turn shall be played and reported on in the coming days.
on the topic of the modded files, I am pretty sure there is no need for me to modify anything, since your only modifications are raw changes they are carried with the save / world file. I will test this though
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yesss ok my turn shall be played and reported on in the coming days.
on the topic of the modded files, I am pretty sure there is no need for me to modify anything, since your only modifications are raw changes they are carried with the save / world file. I will test this though
Cool. Look forward to see your plans unfold. :)
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Think of us a Templars. We answer to a high power - we're here to SAVE the world. And as for the theme of Dark Suns this world is harsh enough without needing to role play it.
With Templars, do you mean Dark Sun templars (https://darksun.fandom.com/wiki/Templar) or more like real world historical templars?
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Think of us a Templars. We answer to a high power - we're here to SAVE the world. And as for the theme of Dark Suns this world is harsh enough without needing to role play it.
With Templars, do you mean Dark Sun templars (https://darksun.fandom.com/wiki/Templar) or more like real world historical templars?
The historical Templars who were backstabbed by the French King and gave us the reason why Friday the 13th is bad luck. Just check out the Hook.
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I shall be playing and posting the next few days, just getting around to this now (busy week). took a good long look at legends, and my GOD this world is cool. So I think my first post will be a short walkthrough of the history of one of the dwarven civilizations, currently led by a Goblin king after the dwarven baron turned coat and facilitated a coup in the year 500. It was a conspiracy years in the making. Now he has ruled for 500 years.
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The World of Bones is a dry and inhospitable plane of existence. The majority of the population, goblins, remain indifferent to the whole experience, since they are goblins. The remaining sentient creatures find themselves hiding in various mountain caves and underdwellings, preferring to go unnoticed by those hordes of immortal flatlanders, and far removed from the deathly heat of the wastelands.
One particularly far-flung collective of dwarves known as The Floor of Perplexing possesses a unmentionable history, as one of many secret agents are rumored to operate might overhear and decide to off you. Yet here I will record some of that history.
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Goblin King Olngo, bless his 500 year reign and may he rule 500 more, is no natural king of dwarves. He is the result of a dramatic overturning of the old way, in favor of a new form of power, that of broken alliances and political power grabs. His successful corruption of multiple liutenants of old queen Thob, and effortless coup the following season, has resulted in an essentially unchallenged reign for five centuries.
Yes this coup really happened, and yes Olngo has ruled for almost 500 years now!
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Olngo has left his mark on The Floor of Perplexing in the form of many sons and daughters. All have died, excluding one Utes Deadfultrussed, a ranger living far west who occupies her time writing poetry, blissfully unaware of her apparent lineage.
The residence of Utes
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Enough of these dwarves. Let us dissect the form of this world. Remarkably, there is only one desert, "The Desert of Equalling". This wasteland takes many forms, from yellow sand dunes to beds of cracked, red clay, to empty rock fields,and is truly a world-spanning biome.
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Surrounding this desert are tall mountain ranges, while brackish lakes and seas might be found in the lowlands.
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One of these bodies of water is the subject of much fascination by a certain Rith Furnacecobra, fish dissector and fervent anatomist, collector of animals and plants alike. Rith had heard from a traveling beasthunter about a large ocean, far to the west of this mountain range, accessible if you follow the river known as The Spidery Waste. This hunter had seen a large swimming creature, unknown to him, but surely something awful and deadly. He regretted not taking the small raft and attempting to harpoon the beast.
This story infected Rith. Unknown species? Check. Exemplary in size? Check. Vague, unclear directions with no promise of actual discovery? That's why they pay me!
Armed with a bag full of sharp things, Rith began the western trek jubilant, if wary. These hills were known for ferocious wild dogs.
Starting point(https://i.imgur.com/pCmeOBy.png)
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Rith traveled close to the river, passing volcanoes and the rare forests of The Hill of Knives.
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Soon, this last breath of life was also left behind, and the lonely traveling dwarf was faced with the 10000 strong fortress of Ghoulfocus.
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Yeah, that's gonna be a no. Rith took the road less traveled and skipped on past that nonsense. She was looking for fish, not a fight. And maybe some food.
It was another three days before that hunger really got to her. The local vegetation was inedible.
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She tracked down a small gang of kangaroos, and attempted to fling her spears, with no luck.
lazy A.I. recreation of the fight. . .
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In fact the whole exercise was so exhausting she passed out,
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waking half a day later to blue skies and empty horizons, no kangaroos in sight. Now desperate, she saw a small pair of rabbits on the far bank of the low stream, and dove into the water, only to find herself leaden from exhaustion, trapped in the mud, struggling. Rith drowned in the muck, alone. The two rabbits had nothing to say about this whole occurrence.
Rith's body decomposed quickly in the warm water of the stream, and soon rose from the depths, bloated and green, and began to lazily drift along.
Her body floated past the dark fortress Menaceempires, full of outcasts from other, more successful goblin civilizations.
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The goblins thought it odd to see a dwarf, dead and alone, so far from home. But none wasted the energy to fish out the corpse and loot the gear, and so the body continued down The Spidery Waste. Eventually reaching the confluence with The Even Fog, the other major river that flowed from the steep slopes of The Skewered Mountain. Here, the flow was greater, and in only two more days the corpse reached the salty shores of The Seas of Voicing, the fabled sea as described by the beasthunter. Rith had finally made it.
It was here that the large water beast revealed itself. Or at least, part of itself, as the hulking form partially emerged from the water, crocodile skin slick with eldritch mucus, large yellow eye peering down at the body of Rith. Then accepting the sacrifice, drawing the corpse underneath the frothing waves. Yes, this was the first of many more to come. The compelling of many more individuals would soon occur, as those receptive to the broadcasting of these dreamwaves, compelling them to follow the water-voices (whatever forms they may take), to draw in their bodies and matter to this great sea, and consume and grow, and continue forever, until all was Theirs. Yes.
The god of the sea returned to the depths. And so, it should be known to all who read, beware these dreamcalls of The Seas of Voicing. They are not what you think.
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teaser of the fortress location. . . the eastern shores of The Seas of Voicing, in fact. An expedition from the mountainhome, by Olngo's direct orders.
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Forests? Oh yeah, I guess there are a few. I never seemed to find them. Trees, sometimes, near the lakes or rivers, but not any normal, living, green forests. They must be very rare.
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Nice bit of lore there!
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honestly, there are SO many cool embark locations in this world. So many volcanoes to choose from, and plenty of lakes (which are great places to find dramatic z-level changes). Whatever generation settings you used have generated something amazing.
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Olngo's Seaside Villa: Go!
Olngo's messenger got straight to the point: an expedition would be sent west, to discover and colonize the inland sea. Priority was to establish a resupply point and garrison for future expeditions. Secondarily, blueprints for a luxurious vacation home were given to the leader, to be constructed within five years of arrival.
The journey to The Seas of Voicing involved a series of close calls. The expedition was forced to pass by the various goblin settlements found alongside The Even Fog. They would wait until complete darkness, lay flat in their boats and drift past in complete silence, praying the goblins were busy with other things besides watching the river.
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Otherwise, the journey was slow and monotonous, and by the end of the trek the party was left with few supplies. A barrel of meat and enough rum to last a day, as well as a few scrawny dogs, and various basic tools.
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A site was chosen, where the red sand met the yellow, and foundations were set for an elongate stone wall, slightly curved inward to provide embrasure fire (as is standard practice in this empire). However, the first staircase sunk to quarry stone found only a weak conglomerate saturated with a brackish aquifer. Unsuitable for foundationwork, and the constant seeping water left a slick mud which soon covered every surface of the inner tunnels.
The first campsite:
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Overall, the aquifer proved 7 z levels deep, taking a full season to finish sealing the dripping liquid behind bricked walls. Alluvial gold was discovered in the conglomerate.
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Now, the fun began, and walls quickly sprung from the desert sand, extending all the way to the surf. There, a dock was planned, and a place for visiting traders, if any were insane enough to venture this far.
The early setup:
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The yellow sand proved fertile, with some encouragement. Prickle berries, strawberries, and potatoes were planted. Meanwhile, the local wildlife turned out to be dirty flying thieves:
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The dwarves complained, "Why not make the wheelbarrows out of cactus, and the beds out of highwood?" These complaints were ignored.
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A month later, our miners struck hematite, embedded in tall marble columns deep within the caverns.
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Not even our mountainhome had easy access to iron, rare as it was in this world.
After one year of work, things were coming together.
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And, sadly, it was confirmed: the Sea of Voices has no fish. At least, no fish that bite. The fisherdwarves spent the last three months trying for something, anything, but no luck. Very odd how this large an ocean might be completely dead. Very odd indeed.
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A Dead Sea? Oh wow. I knew some of the lakes had no life along their shores but I didn't think some of them were just...dead. ???
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Hematite in caverns and marble? I thought it only occurs in sedimentary and igneous extrusive layers. :o
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Hematite in caverns and marble? I thought it only occurs in sedimentary and igneous extrusive layers. :o
the veins originate in the layer of alunite (which happens to be the Seas of Voicing biome) and wind their way into the nearby marble.
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Two more years have passed, without much to say. Almost 50 dwarves now.
a modest dining room for the soldiers and citizens
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our carpenter punched a voracious cave crawler in the face and the thing exploded teeth
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Lolor went beserk and killed a puppy. The whole fortress piled on in revenge.
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a pair of blind cave ogres attacked the central staircase, wounding some, but our legendary miner killed both with precision pick-ing.
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that same miner went on to create this artifact throne:
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we dug out the most visible gold vein but the aquifer was quick to fill, and now we have 300 units of water threatening to fill our lowest rooms.
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magma smelters were installed. but we lacked an anvil for most of this time, because. . .
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dont mind the dralthas
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a beautiful oblong moat was dug, providing plenty of defense for our short walls.
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filling the moat
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then the traders took a plunge down the newly muddied slopes, and the pack animals drowned. trapping our only anvil beneath the newly flooded moat.
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luckily, the moat ended up evaporating faster than it could be filled, and we eventually recovered the soggy steel anvil from the drying moat.
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As we approach the end of year 3 at Riverend, I recall Olngo demanded a seaside villa by year five. . what to do, what to do?
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That's a lot of progress. And cool events. But the most important question....if the animals drowned or lost their stuff....is it yours for free now? And what about the melted llama cheese?!?! Also...are the traders going to blame you?!?!
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Damn the fort must be in one hot area for that much water to dry up that fast.
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Damn the fort must be in one hot area for that much water to dry up that fast.
Remember, this is the same world that tried to melt Callisto! I think I may have made it a tad too strange and weird.
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Damn the fort must be in one hot area for that much water to dry up that fast.
Remember, this is the same world that tried to melt Callisto! It think I may have made it a tad too strange and weird.
Almost forgot about that, guess we're luck it's only the water evaporating and not our dwarves.
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dwarven tavern dancing with the goblin liason
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another few years flitted by as the dwarves scrambled to complete the regal suite.
foundation pilings were sunk into the sand, until they hit stone
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ornate patterns were constructed into the floor of the lower room
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mineshafts were dug into the aquiferous mudstone as the dwarves hunted for gold.
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The sound of trickling water filled the staircase as the porous stone began to leak. A drain was constructed at the bottom from grates.
A sudden encounter with a roaming draltha turned deadly as one of the exterminators was flung into an exposed pool of magma, intended to fuel another set of furnaces. The stench of fried dwarf filled the lower levels for weeks.
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the military grows
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The surf proved too forceful for the stonework to contain, and a second wall was built, resulting in a somewhat protected courtyard where dwarves could train, exercise, or simply take a walk.
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Above, gem windows overlook the surf:
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The moat proved difficult. A second pump was made:
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And the inflow throughput was increased:
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Flood away, I screamed:
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And yet, the same effect. What took three weeks to fill evaporated in a matter of hours. The heat was simply too much.
It was also noted that, the stream ran dry during pumping operations:
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A forgotten beast appeared, some kind of foul shrew:
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Our full squads were assembled at the cavern wood pile:
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dogpile'd:
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and work continued on the giant golden rooftop pyramid:
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what, you didn't know about the giant golden rooftop pyramid? shame on you! We've only been building it for three years now. endlessly hauling hundred-pound golden blocks from the depths of hell. totally worth it bro
bonus spooking:
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dwarven tavern dancing with the goblin liason
I don't know why, but it always makes me very happy to see dwarves dancing.
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dwarven tavern dancing with the goblin liason
I don't know why, but it always makes me very happy to see dwarves dancing.
it is wonderful
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Good to find joy is such a wasteland.
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I've never seen them dance like that before, I should probably mess around with dances more than I do.
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(https://i.imgur.com/X0hzlix.gif)
A second variety of dance, spotted in the tavern.
An epic artifact:
(https://i.imgur.com/clUoBiR.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/7wMa2AZ.png)
This crossbow was placed in Olngo's royal villa.
The second layer of bedrooms was finished, and proved more colorful due to the cavern wood beds:
(https://i.imgur.com/1xkrHMn.gif)
Then,
(https://i.imgur.com/ra3vwG0.png)
Goblins.
The troops assemble
(https://i.imgur.com/QSONWjm.gif)
the odds, not good
(https://i.imgur.com/aof6lii.png)
the ensuing combat as captured by a magical scrying device strapped to the abdomen of a military-grade fluffy wambler: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WexB_FkTzP8
So, the dwarves of Riverend held through. Many were wounded and the hospital was expanded.
One dwarf lost their hand:
(https://i.imgur.com/0frqQQ6.png)
but their spirit never broke, and they were later seen leading sparring demonstrations, like nothing had happened:
(https://i.imgur.com/mzYWLOM.png)
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The moat shenanigans continued. A second, small holding pool was dug, meant to accentuate the existing design and also provide a staging area for flooding the larger moat.
considerations were taken not to flood the pit too early
(https://i.imgur.com/qvrlaGo.png)
Anyways, it also failed. Dissapointingly. It was here the moat project was abandoned, and the fields were left to fallow. Baby toes sprung up en masse once the mud dried.
the ridiculous evaporation rate, as witness from z+2
(https://i.imgur.com/rvcNKB8.gif)
fields of baby toe plants
(https://i.imgur.com/WJ36fz2.png)
Adamantine was discovered, accessible and in large quantity.
(https://i.imgur.com/FBQT1UY.png)
Months later, we had produced the first set of royal adamantine armor.
(https://i.imgur.com/k06z8Gi.png)
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Maybe this would convince King Olngo to finally show up. His villa sat, complete, for years now, with not a peep from him or his entourage.
only somewhat phallic . . . fit for a bastard King like Olngo eh? The adamantine armor is stored here, for future adventurers.
(https://i.imgur.com/P4ndz7g.gif)
Flooding the garden pools:
(https://i.imgur.com/P7dvXIL.gif)
Instead, more gobbos.
(https://i.imgur.com/ra3vwG0.png)
The fluffy wambler footage returns: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLQH4eUwGJQ
The fighting was not as bad as the first siege, and the legendary fighters won after a lengthy engagement. Of note is the first captain of squad The Spears of Light, Shem, who thought to name his steel spear after the 25th kill. "The Malign Cacti" is the exact sort of name one might expect from a military leader embedded in a faraway desert outpost.
It was after this siege that Olngo's messenger arrived: he had no plans to emigrate to Riverend. He had heard about the failure of the moat, and the constant harassment by foreign goblin invaders, and thought better of visiting. This news was warmly received, since no one really wanted the King hanging around, ordering people about.
The final news of the year was the discovery of the theft of the golden artifact crossbow previously mentioned. Someone, likely a kobold, snuck into the empty villa (where the priceless artifact was being stored) and snuck away without anyone noticing.
(https://i.imgur.com/bbkzhJW.png)
Here, the story of Riverend comes to a close, as the dwarfs returned to the rythym of day-to-day living. Nothing ever came of the thing living in the sea, at least that we know of. Perhaps these dwarfs appeased this watery god with blood and violence.
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some glamour shots of the map at game end:
The golden tipped pyramid, flanked by two ranger towers
(https://i.imgur.com/AZTrp7j.gif)
close up of the hollow interior
(https://i.imgur.com/SnWuPUe.gif)
same thing in ASCII
(https://i.imgur.com/dXTsEb5.gif)
The seaside villa, complete with ocean spray
(https://i.imgur.com/yU4dDZh.gif)
The final overview:
(https://i.imgur.com/k0MO1Fh.png)
Just over 6 years were spent building Riverend. Total pop was 116 at game end, with ~3.5mill created wealth. Plenty of loot for adventurers if they brave the desert heat and goblin patrols. Is the world a better place? I dunno. some goblins died, adamantine was mined, we killed a few forgotten beasts, and the dwarves spent a majority of the time dancing. .
save here:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16140
The idea is not to make a mega-project as much as spread civilization.
look , in my defense, building megaprojects IS spreading civilization. what is more civilized than needless construction involving rare metals?
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Nice looking pyramid and villa you got there.
Shame the monarch didn't arrive with their full entourage, though.
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Anybody want the next turn? Otherwise I can try something I have been planning. Don't know if it will work or not but I can give it a try.
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I say, go for it! then sign me up for the next go. I really like the idea of populating this World of Bones with various outposts. such a hostile plane of existence calls for . . . "cleaning."
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Go for it.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Grognak Of Axes
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Grognak of Axes, also known as Grognak Osp, had extremely long hair the color of burnt umber and skin of sepia. His tall body was covered in muscles and his slightly hooked nose was short. His ears were narrow and his taupe eyes were sunken. His cheekbones and eyes were both high and his head was somewhat short.
He was a human pump operator who lived in the castle of Minedscraped. He rarely left the castle and was a worshipper of the Healing of Cradles, the Dwarven God of laws, and he belonged to the Oder of Shields.
He, of course, dreamed of creating a great work of art.
The Castle was controlled by the government of the Washed Council and only a few dozen humans lived there.
It was boring. Which was why he dreamed of creating a great work of art. So he decided to do it. To go off and create a series of masterpieces.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/10/60/8QyzlYho_o.jpg)
So he gathered his equipment. He, of course, made sure to get his coins, his iron battle axe, copper buckler, copper mail shirt, and his alpaca wool cloak. And his two waterskins. The wasteland could get hot.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4e/7f/VW57sZIH_o.jpg)
And he gathered his animals. His mount, a bull yak, and his pet doggos. War doggos.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/8b/82/n5if2Aah_o.jpg)
Though the doggos, excited, kept getting in the way of the yak.
Grognak decided to talk to some of the populace before leaving. To say his goodbyes but also to gather information about the lands outside the walls.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/61/30/37iCD2ls_o.jpg)
The Peasant, Apo, told him about a army on the march and a missing treasure. He also petted one of the dogs. In other words, same old, same old.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/34/e5/vpaMVzAp_o.jpg)
Grognak decided to ask about the local trading system of settlements.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/df/45/UMIyUzzh_o.jpg)
Turned out there wasn’t much around the Fort. It was isolated. Grognak frowned. He had known this place was kind of boring. But to be told that it was also out in the middle of nowhere kind of sucked.
He stepped outside the main gate and flipped one of his dogs.
It ended up pointing south. South is was!
What would he find? Food? Water? Ice Cream?
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Author’s OCC Note : No dog was flipped.
I rolled a four sided die. 1-N, 2-S, 3-E, 4-W.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/b5/1b/B1PublQA_o.jpg)
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hail Grognard, savior of the wastes!
He stepped outside the main gate and flipped one of his dogs.
It ended up pointing south. South is was!
ah, yes, the age-old method of dog flipping. much better than the alternative, cat dowsing. . . its why I keep my 4, 6 and 10 sided dice dogs nearby at all times.
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A fancy dice box there! A proper way to let fate decide where Grognak will travel.
(Also, nice to see AD&D mentioned and not DnD.)
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Yes, I have many dice. And a few thieves.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/ee/c6/4m8Du8LT_o.jpg)
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Hey other people who like AD&D, I to am interested in that as its the only D&D I know anything about.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Unbridled Bust
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And so Grognak, with his trusty yak, Ithru, and his three war dogs, Nato, Fathri, and Rane, headed south.
Of course he had not named his animals. His Great Grandmother had always told him never to name the animals. Getting emotional toward future food rations was never a good idea.
Well, he headed south and southeast. There were signs of a nearby settlement to the southeast and he wanted to visit it.
It was a small hamlet. Called Umbralesteems.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c1/0a/QP29sEaw_o.jpg)
He tried to find people to talk to. As he entered the hamlet he noticed ruined buildings among the still standing houses.
He walked into the fields and found it was full sugar pods. As he left the field and explored some of the houses that were still standing he found them empty. Did people LIVE in this hamlet?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/73/7b/AC5smVd6_o.jpg)
Who had plowed the land and seeded the fields? He found a statue in one of the cross roads.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4a/52/h1P2dsqr_o.jpg)
He was disappointed. The artwork meant nothing to him. He felt nothing from it. Whatever the artist was trying to tell the viewer he, or she, or they, had FAILED.
He continued to search for somebody to talk to.
All he found were more ruins. And intact buildings were always empty.
He moved east and noticed a building. No doubt a mead hall or city hall. He went towards it.
Its name was The Unbridled Bust.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/bc/02/4H4lHOTg_o.jpg)
He then entered the building. And before him stood a goblin, a human, and a dwarf. He decided to talk to the dwarf first. And decided not to do a tavern joke about the three.
The dwarf, named Master Rovod Zokunducim, was civil enough to exchange a greetings and a little information about the region.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/5a/91/Ayna5eoJ_o.jpg)
Turned out the settlement was just as isolated as the fort. So he talked to the goblin.
The goblin’s name was the Holy Sacrifice Nguslu Stasostenga. And his information was the same.
So he talked to the human. Whose name was the Sacred Ivy Estemoth. And his answers were the same.
He asked a few different questions about the mead hall and troubles they might have.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/12/e9/ltPCDJZx_o.jpg)
None of the new information was interesting and Grognak pondered if he would ever find a center of culture and art.
But he did have some plans….which would require much travel and finding the perfect places to start his labor.
He also noticed a downward ramp in the mead hall. Where did that go to?
Would he continue with his goal to become a great artist or go down the ramp to see what was beneath the Unbridled Bust? Maybe he should flip a dog? Or just go search for the perfect spot to work on his first masterpiece?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Rest Stops
(https://images2.imgbox.com/f9/da/IrSSrBlv_o.jpg)
Grognak flipped one of the dogs. If it landed on its belly he would go down the ramp. If it landed on its back he would continue south until he found a spot he liked.
The dog landed on its back. So he ignored the ramp and continued south. In the back of his mind he wondered if those three individuals he had met in the hall were the ONLY people in the hamlet.
But in the end it wasn’t something he really worried about.
He approached the nearest river to examine it. He frowned. It seemed pretty small and there was no trees he could see.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/7d/ca/JSHwW2Yu_o.jpg)
He explored the area a little more. He needed trees.
He noticed some camels but then spotted what he needed. A saguaro!
So he went to cut it down. He and the yak crossed the river but the dogs stayed behind. Seems they didn’t know how to swim and feared the water.
Once the saguaro was down he used the logs to make a carpenter’s workshop.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/8d/57/sKvVgH2U_o.jpg)
Funny enough the dogs seemed to have crossed the river without his help and even helped with building workshop. Weird mixture of skills.
He still needed more logs and searched for another saguaro. After having a meal with some of the meat he was carrying and drinking from the river he found one, cut it down, and took the logs to the workshop while the dogs chased camels and the yak fled them.
Now he had the logs he went to work and made a BRIDGE!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/d1/18/jreZj1Pq_o.jpg)
It was lovely. And functional. Now he needed more logs. For this was going to be his first piece of artwork. A resting point for travelers.
While examining his bridge one of the dogs killed a great horned owl which Grognak butchered for what little meat it had.
He examined what logs he had and realized, even if he wanted to build a simple shelter, he still needed more logs.
So he went a cut down another saguaro. And with the logs made a very simple shelter.
He then worked on the roof.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/94/ec/y7k9JFWT_o.jpg)
The result was an open ended shelter with a roof. No much but it would keep the rain off.
And the timing was perfect. For he needed to eat, drink, and sleep. So he had some owl meat, drank from the river again, started a campfire, and went to sleep on the bare floor.
The next morning he found the fire still going and the animals near the shelter.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/e4/75/Zdw4GkF3_o.jpg)
He pondered if he should add a bed? And maybe add some more walls?
And so his first piece of art was almost done. A rough piece of art. But he planned to expand each one. Try out new designs and increase his skill.
“I will be the builder master of rest stops!” he proclaimed to his animals.
Would he go down in the history as a great artist? Or a loon? Only time would tell.
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Author’s OCC Note :
I used a d6 to decide instead of flipping a dog. 1 to 3 go down the the ramp. 4 to 6 continue south. I rolled 5 and continued south.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c1/54/XZ6r4Bvl_o.jpg)
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nice update. you are obviously a bridge builder, innately.
one of the dogs killed a great horned owl
this confuses me greatly. either the owl made a grave miscalculation or that dog can JUMP
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nice update. you are obviously a bridge builder, innately.
one of the dogs killed a great horned owl
this confuses me greatly. either the owl made a grave miscalculation or that dog can JUMP
I think the owl got too close, the dog seemed to bit off a leg, killed it, and then I got two raw pieces of meat out of it.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Next Project
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c4/52/DzNAqsIB_o.jpg)
So he needed more logs to finish the shelter. Grognak went to find more saguaros. To be honest he only needed to find one. He needed maybe two, or three, logs.
After cutting one down and taking the logs back to the workshop he had a meal with the last of the owl meat and drank from the river before continuing his work.
He made a matching ramp, a bed, and a small chair. The shelter, while simple, was homely and welcoming. He was pleased. He put the remaining logs in his backpack. Along with some ostrich lungs he found on the ground. He named the camp the Bridge of Peace.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/a7/2e/dwM356CF_o.jpg)
He said goodbye to his piece of art and headed south.
He followed the river and passed some far off structures. They could have been forts or tombs. He did not care. They meant nothing to him.
He soon became hungry, thirsty. And tired.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/4f/jI7gQXvK_o.jpg)
So he picked a spot to eat and sleep. It was a safe place if a little barren. He noticed some snapping turtles before he went to sleep
He woke up while it was still dark. He ate another meal while he noticed the river was frozen.
He went to sleep, woke up again, maybe from the cold, and had another meals before going to sleep again.
When morning came he guided his yak south. The dogs followed,
He found a saguaro. His idea was not just make a bridge and shelter. But a bridge AND a log cabin.
First he made a workshop near the saguaro. Then he made the floor of the future log cabin.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/fc/a1/I58M4MWp_o.jpg)
The floor was almost finished but was missing one tile. He needed more logs so he cut down the saguaro while the yak and dogs went off to play. Or chase down and kill something. Whatever.
He had another meal of lung and water from the river.
He finished the floor but needed more logs for the walls. And of course the ramps to allow him make the roof. And bed. And maybe table and chair. Maybe a chest?
He looked forward to the work.
And of course he would need to make a bridge.
Next time would his log cabin be pretty? Cozy? Or cold and full of spiders? Could he make a little front porch for the cabin?!?!
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Next time would his log cabin be pretty? Cozy? Or cold and full of spiders?
these four attributes are present in every log cabin I've ever experienced, in varying levels. Some cabins are beautiful but not as cozy. Some are ugly, but super warm. Others - ugly, cold, uncomfortable, and full of spiders.
there's a reason only Alaskan homesteaders and yak-riding bridge builders live in them
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Kind of random to find some ostrich lungs on the ground.
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Kind of random to find some ostrich lungs on the ground.
I think he dropped it when he dropped the logs. I just pushed the same letter again and again and I think I dropped the lungs. They were in his inventory at the start of the game.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Gator Attack
(https://images2.imgbox.com/bb/9d/frw0tRPs_o.jpg)
Grognak Osp found another saguarto to fell and cut it down. He took the logs back to the workshop and finished the walls of the cabin.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/9d/e1/8satqO9x_o.jpg)
At this point he was kind of sleepy so he went to sleep on the floor of the unfinished artwork.
He woke up in the night, once again wanting to eat or drink something. Also he had forgotten to make a campfire.
He went back to river, which was NOT frozen, to take a drink and then found his backpack empty of rations.
He needed to hunt. Good thing he had three war doggos with him.
So at night he went searching for prey.
He sighted some buzzards and went for it. He tried to mount the yak but found out it wasn’t meant to be ridden as it was purely for carrying items, pulled out his axe, and charged them.
The dogs joined in and a three of the birds were killed and butchered.
He got six pieces of meat, one of which he ate, and then he went back to work on the cabin.
It needed a ramp so he could build a roof. After finished the ramp he went searching for more logs.
As he walked about he sighted camels, ravens, and a eagle. So there was a lot of food if one was willing hunt for it.
He chopped down another saguarto. But he also found some obsidian rocks. Interesting.
He took logs to the workshop and ate some more buzzard meat and drank from the river before continuing his work.
Most of the roof was finished but he still logs. More logs. He decided to explore the other side of the river even if his animals could not follow him, easily, across.
He found another saguarto to chop down. And took the logs to the workshop. He also noticed more obsidian rocks.
By nightfall the roof was finished and a door had been put in place. And a bed had been placed in the cabin.
So he went to sleep inside a proper building for once since he left the fort.
Of course he woke up before sunrise to have a meal of buzzard meat and drink from the river which was still unfrozen.
Maybe the southern regions were warmer?
In the morning he ate the last of the meat and drank from the river.
He knew there were plenty of animals in the area so he didn’t worry about starving. Though he did seem to be missing two of his dogs. Where had they wandered off to?
Still, he needed logs. So he went searching again. But before that he wondered if he could pull down the ramp to use as something else?
He WAS able to pull down the ramp and make it into a table.
Then he found the two missing dogs just laying on the ground. Alive but not moving.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/9c/36/RtnTh5nI_o.jpg)
Weird
Anyway, he crossed the river, found another saguarto, and cut it down. Sadly it was small and only gave him a few logs.
And he was hungry and thirsty by end of it. He would have to go hunting again soon!
Now the cabin had a chair with the table and bed. But now there needed to be a bridge. Which meant more logs have to be found.
But not after he hunted down some game and fed himself.
So he found and killed a snapping turtle which gave him 12 pieces of meat. It was a very big turtle.
He washed the blood off in the river where he also refilled his skins, drank some of the river, and ate some fresh turtle meat.
Then went looking for more logs.
This time two of the dogs folliowed him. Maybe the two stunned dogs had recovered?
Anyway, he found another saguarto, cut it down, and took its logs.
As he went back to the workshop he noticed his animals were attacking the wildlife. He found at least one dead badger. Which he butchered and recovered 8 pieces of meat.
He then tried to make a bridge but was one log short. So he went and chopped down another saguarto. He grabbed the logs and crossed the half finished bridge to be attacked by a alligator next to his workshop. While taken totally by surprise it missed him. Three times.
Grognak, with his axe, did not miss.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/0f/cf/cZAz56z5_o.jpg)
More meat!
After he killed the creature and butchered the corpse he finished the bridge. At least his animals could now cross the river without getting wet. His next piece of art was finished!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/66/cb/tTwdC6nr_o.jpg)
Hungry, thirsty, and tired he ate some gator meat, drank from the river, and went to bed in the new cabin.
The next day he had breakfast and named the new cabin, and bridge, the Home of Birds.
Then went south before his dogs killed all the birds and to save his yak who, when the sun came up, had gotten beat up by the gangs of roaming kangaroos.
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had gotten beat up by the gangs of roaming kangaroos.
this is why %98 of australia is unpopulated
its too bad this game has no canoes, it would fit right in to your stream-side adventure
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had gotten beat up by the gangs of roaming kangaroos.
this is why %98 of australia is unpopulated
its too bad this game has no canoes, it would fit right in to your stream-side adventure
I wish I could farm. Leave little fields of wheat or corn for future visitors.
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Farming in adventure mode would be pretty cool.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Loons!
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Grognak had to stop to eat and drink from the river he was following. Then he continued south again.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2a/89/fQICaRXs_o.jpg)
But then the mountains blocked him. Yet there was evidence of a large lake of something beyond the mountain tops. So he tried to move around them. And found a lake.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/39/d1/smKDhrl0_o.jpg)
Surely a great place to leave another piece of art. Maybe a two level cabin?
He found flocks of ducks and loons. But no trees or any plants to cut down.
Then, near the southern end of the lake, was a saguaro. So he chopped it down and started on making a workshop.
Once the workshop was finished he ate some meat and went to see if he could drink from the lake.
Turns out the lake’s water was okay to drink.
So, he pondered, a two level cabin? Or maybe a cabin with a porch facing the direction of the lake?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/26/59/lneJT2lz_o.jpg)
Decisions, decisions. Maybe he needed to flip a dog?
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Author’s OCC Note :
Just started laughing. Did I invent Dwarf Fortress’s version of Australia? I assume there are giant spiders someplace.
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honestly yeah. Australia's western deserts might be an apt analogy to this hellish desert.
I'm curious if Grognak will encounter goblin settlements along this river, or if it is instead one of the many untouched feeder-streams that cascade towards the inner sea.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - When Ducks Attack
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Grognak started on the floor of the first floor. He ran out of logs, and daylight, before finishing and decided to sleep on the half finished wooden floor under the stars.
He woke up, of course, late night with a grumbling tummy and a dry throat. So he ate some turtle meat and drank from one of his skins. Not wishing to wander towards the lake at night. No telling what lived in it or hunted the shores at night.
Then he went back to sleep.
Then next morning he woke up to find two ducks nearby. Staring at him and his animals. He went to chop down a saguaro and then had breakfast.
He finished the floor and started on the walls.
Of course he ran out of logs and went searching for saguaro. He noticed one nearby by spotting its branches.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/b0/a0/Z2YoYPVn_o.jpg)
He cut it down and then had another meal.
On the way to the lake to refill his skins he found , and cut down, another saguaro.
And then he noticed another. And it cut that down too.
While this was happening a duck attacked the yak.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c3/80/jkASsPZE_o.jpg)
Then he went back to the cabin to finish the walls and made a up/down stairway.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2e/7f/Kim5oy18_o.jpg)
Then he ate a late dinner, though he had to make a fire melt the ice in his skins, and went to sleep in the unfinished cabin.
Of course he woke up before morning. Stupid tummy. Growling.
So he had a early breakfast and went back to sleep. Funny enough, while in the unfinished cabin, the ice in his skins went back to being water.
The next day he tried to use the stairway and it didn’t work. So he replaced it with a ramp.
But somehow the log he received from breaking down the stairs was used on the roof. Which, without the ramp, he had no access to. He blamed the dogs.
He needed sleep and food. So he had a late dinner and went to sleep in the, mostly, roofed cabin.
Of course in the middle of the night he had to drink and eat. And when he woke up he had to have another drink. Seems all the work was making him extra-thirsty.
He searched and found another saguaro and cut it down.
He found and cut down another. At this point he stopped for a snack and then went back to the workshop.
The roof was finished with access to it via a ramp. Grognak decided to put beds in the first floor and put tables and chairs on the roof to make a nice place to sit, rest, and maybe have a meal.
He had another meal and went searching for more saguaros. By sunset he found and cut one down.
He made another bed, a chest, two tables, and two chairs. He placed the chairs and tables on the roof and the bed in the first floor. Funny enough the chest didn’t seem to fit any place. How weird.
He went to sleep in the first bed.
He woke up during the night and ate a meal. And when morning came he ate breakfast.
He dropped the chest next to one of the beds and checked out the roof.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/5d/dc/NU9bTAX6_o.jpg)
(https://images2.imgbox.com/94/5a/aU9MxDee_o.jpg)
It was good. He named it the House of Tours.
He then moved on. Once again heading south with his animals. Before the ducks attacked the yak again.
But he noticed an issue when he left the lake region.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/cd/28/oh8p35Q4_o.jpg)
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Night Attack
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c8/9c/hBd3iOdo_o.jpg)
So, he had a choice. Grognak could follow the river back north, OR head south, OR head eastwards. The west was blocked by the mountains.
Grognak flipped a dog East it was!
So, after making sure his waterskins were full, and checking his backpack had about 19 pieces of meat, he went into the wasteland.
And found more mountains which he tried to find a way through.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/7c/8b/hMt8liOF_o.jpg)
He stopped to have a meal and then continued south-by-southeast. He prayed that he would not melt.
But mountains appeared in the east to he stated going south-by-southwest.
Nightfall came. He had dinner and went to sleep.
Then a jaguar attacked!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/af/a8/fBAlmo5w_o.jpg)
After much hacking with the axe, and the animals attacking the big cat, it was finally cut down. Of course, Grognak butchered it and went back to sleep.
His tummy woke him up. So he did eat some meat and drank before he checked on the animals. He found them still alive. In fact two of the dogs were untouched. And the yak was missing a ear. Only the dog named Rane seemed to be somewhat badly wounded.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/be/45/qNTXCJbD_o.jpg)
He went back to sleep.
With sunrise they were once again off.
And found a dead end.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4e/c1/sizUd8NX_o.jpg)
Should he turn back while he still had the food and water to return to the river? Or try climbing over the mountains to the south?
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Author's Note :
Used the four sided die again. 1 was north, 2 and 3 was east, and 4 was south. Rolled a 3 so headed east. Kind of fun to use the dice to be honest. Makes things a tad more random.
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Well, Grognak should think on the bright side: at least there were no more ducks attacking yaks.
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Well, Grognak should think on the bright side: at least there were no more ducks attacking yaks.
Luckily they didn't have knives.....
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - River Source
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Grognak Osp stopped to eat some meat and drink from one of his skins.
Going over the mountains, without knowing how long it could take and what was on the other side, seemed stupid. Going back to the river and heading north sounded slightly more sound. And maybe the river went someplace?
Also he was running low on water.
Knowing where the river was he was able to make a more direct heading towards its source.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/8c/70/QZlU5QH0_o.jpg)
There refilled his skins, drank from the source of the river, ate some meat, and explored. The water seemed to come from somewhere underground. Maybe it emptied into the lake? Or maybe the river he had followed from the north was an outlet from the lake?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/05/ff/tpCfxWEh_o.jpg)
He was growing tried so he picked a spot to start a fire. He tried something he had never tried before. He heated the gator meat with the campfire.
Didn’t seem to do much. He then examined the obsidian rocks he had in his giant weasel leather backpack. He used them to knap a sharp obsidian rock. Now if he had a branch…
As he did this the dogs playfully chased around some camels and tried to murder them.
He went to sleep but woke up in the middle of night. For no reason. He wasn’t hungry nor his throat dry. He walked about a tad and then went back to sleep.
He woke up and, this time, eat some meat, and went back to sleep.
He woke up again, drank some water, and went back to sleep.
Finally he woke up with the sun and started following the river.
Soon he entered Umbralesteems, where he stopped to eat and drink from the river, before moving on. The river he planned to follow north. And, of course, build wonderful places to stay!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c6/49/CJNztcQi_o.jpg)
He also washed the big cat’s blood off himself by swimming about the river for a few seconds.
He didn’t get very far before he entered another hamlet. Named Wavywater.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/6c/9c/dITvXrdm_o.jpg)
Did this mean the northern part of the river was dotted with civilized villages? Would his developing skills be wasted if he continued to follow the river? And where did IT go? To another source or a lake or...maybe....an inland ocean?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Goblins
(https://images2.imgbox.com/83/e9/Y6Pa2U3C_o.jpg)
Before passing through Wavywater Grognak decided to ask the natives a few questions. Maybe they enjoyed and even already had a tavern or guest house?
It was full of ruined and abandoned houses. Though he did find a working well. And where WERE the people?
He walked about and checked a few of the ruins.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/1c/e1/WaufQhut_o.jpg)
He drank from the well after checking the ruins. Nobody was around. Maybe he could find the site of government?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/a0/18/8ZaXbcQ3_o.jpg)
There were a few statues. But they were lifeless things. One was about a Deity of rain, lightning, and the night. It was a slate statue of a female dwarf. Or at least he assumed it was a female dwarf. Hard to tell with the beards.
He found a shrine. The Shrine of the Submerged Order. Which sounded weird.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/ac/ZqAw30Z9_o.jpg)
He found a die and rolled it. It seemed like the natural thing to do. It came up a Tall Cross which meant “Do Not Be Reckless”.
Not bad advice. But anybody could say that. Once again Grognak was not impressed. Even the Gods have no art in their souls!
He followed the roads till he reached the mead hall or city hall. Or whatever the natives called it.
It was called the Cremated Arm.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/b8/57/6Gx3nMEp_o.jpg)
He entered and was somewhat surprised. It was pretty crowded. Was this the Nobles who ran the empty hamlet? Or was the populace all here for some reason?
And if his eyes were correct - it was a mixture of goblins and humans. But who ruled here and who obeyed?
He heard tales of the greenskins. That they were evil, lived forever, and kidnapped babies. Or was that kobolds?
So Grognak had to decide to either be friendly or start killing everybody. And he didn't have time to toss a dog. He had to decide now!
On the other hand...killing them all would be reckless...right?
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Arthur’s Note :
When I was roleplaying Callisto I got the impression the world was in a economic recession. With only a few spots of wealth here and there. But I think I found the part of the world which is the slums.
Also I guess we found goblins.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Ethical Issues
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2d/97/oC1HhZ82_o.jpg)
Grognak frowned and decided to use his words first. Find out who was in charge and maybe found out who they traded with. So on, so forth.
He greeted a human hammerman named Stusto Usmbazxolang. The reply was….interesting.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/76/10/oh0K8WZp_o.jpg)
He asked about the local ruler and was told the Society of Channels ruled Wavywater. But Stusto knew nothing else about it.
So Grognak asked about neighors and trading partners.
The answer was there were none.
Grognak snorted. He then forced himself to ask about troubles and beasts and such.
Funny enough the answer was not about beasts and such.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/34/85/doPXK4Xy_o.jpg)
He asked for more details.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/fb/fd/SEJV01i1_o.jpg)
But that wasn’t the only trouble.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2c/60/H7Lk15ub_o.jpg)
Seems due to the different ethics of the different civilizations many of the hamlets disliked each other.
Grognak rolled his eyes and wondered if he could even help all these hamlets get along.
He asked about the building. Seems it had been built by Sudem Housewet who ruled the Mahogany Council in Wavywater.
Which suggested a change in government had happened sometime in the past.
Grognak decided to chat with another idividuel so picked a nearby goblin.
He started to talk to a goblin axeman of the name Dopod Eslikuja.
He asked the same questions and got some of the same answers. Until he asked about the troubles and the goblin said he must take his leave. Like he didn’t want to talk about it.
Grognak was getting tired and asked permission to sleep inside the hall. But as nobody seemed to be in charge of the hamlet or the hall nobody could give him permission.
He just went into a corner and tried to go to sleep. If nobody could give him permission then nobody the authority to stop him.
But every time he tried to go to sleep somebody asked him if he needed help.
So in the end he left and found a abandoned house to sleep in.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/3e/55/DkJAD9Mj_o.jpg)
And while doing so he picked up a book off the floor of hall on his way out.
The book’s title was The Village For The Beginner Practitioner. It was about Wavywater and, at best, was not very good.
He went to sleep and woke up to find the animals were all in the building. He had a meal and went back to sleep. The water in his skins were still liquid. At least the building protected him, and the animals, from the weather.
When morning came he had breakfast and gave the book to the yak.
Time to move on!
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Going Home
(https://images2.imgbox.com/90/e4/BXJfEJP9_o.jpg)
Time to move on it was. But Grognak had decided he had enough travel under his belt now. People were strange and his art was wasted on them.
So he went back home.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/34/cc/DUsOt1eH_o.jpg)
He was greeted by the first person he ran into. It was good to be home.
And so he retired from his period of being a artist.
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Arthur’s Note :
I tried my idea. Kind of worked. DFFD seems to be down right now so will post it when DFFD works.
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DFFD seems to be down right now so will post it when DFFD works.
Yeah, it's been down for some time now. There's a post about it with an explanation (in case you've missed it):
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180566.0
Hopefully it'll be up in a couple days.
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Trying to bring art and culture to such devastated lands is probably a greater feat than making it safe
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Yeah, it's been down for some time now. There's a post about it with an explanation (in case you've missed it):
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180566.0
Hopefully it'll be up in a couple days.
Thanks. I guess I will just check it once a day.
Trying to bring art and culture to such devastated lands is probably a greater feat than making it safe
True. Grognak was a human well before his time.
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When morning came he had breakfast and gave the book to the yak.
now imagine this learn-ed Yak studiously interpreting the strange symbols before it - what subjects would the first literate Yak write about?
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what subjects would the first literate Yak write about?
Possibly a comparison of the taste of mosses and lichen and how they differ from grasses and sedges.
And maybe some complaining about the rut.
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what subjects would the first literate Yak write about?
Possibly a comparison of the taste of mosses and lichen and how they differ from grasses and sedges.
And maybe some complaining about the rut.
I checked the legends. Both Grognak and the yak are credited for stealing the book.
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Legendary yak thief and scholar.
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Well, while waiting for the DFFD to come back to undead life I peeked at the Legends and noticed a few things.
At the Bridge of Awe-Inspiring we have received a few visitors. But many of the animals have died of old age. I guess nobody likes roast ham at the Bridge.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c9/0b/cTZfT79u_o.jpg)
While at Riverend it seems a bunch of camels have settled in. Not sure what that means...are they citizens now?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/ff/1f/4gGlLwF1_o.jpg)
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It's up! It's UP! 8)
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16154
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Yay! Waiting to see where this goes next!
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I think I will have another go in the World of Bones. But first, some research!
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These hills are full of gemstones. It is our job to extract them, efficiently, with as little loss of dwarven life as possible. So says the Queen.
(https://i.imgur.com/hFswP5L.png)
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Here is Avuz Berim, The Mines of Artifice, founded in spring 1059 by Iton Hatchetdeaths. All is well on these tall white cliffs overlooking the lake 40 stories below. These seven are unafraid of the precipitous drop, having spent the last two months sneaking through goblin territory and facing much more immediate threats. Now, they finally arrived at the prospected site designated so many years ago by the famed Royal Geological Society as "the richest Zircon field this side of the planet!"
(https://i.imgur.com/33EmJi4.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/27k5M3W.png)
Iton's task was simple: accumulate as many gems as possible. Specifically, clear, red, and green zircons, valuable and beautiful. The stone here was chock full of these nodes, in fact, the dwarves immediately discovered a large vein in the first excavation:
(https://i.imgur.com/IDKTre1.png)
Promising, for sure. All dwarves were ordered to help with the mining. Except Iton, of course...
(https://i.imgur.com/kk4wtkx.png)
From the top of the cliffs a 40-z level staircase was dug to the waterlevel, allowing for lakeside fishing and water collection. Deeper excavations revealed the usual suspects: three caverns and a deep magma lake. All were breached and immediately sealed without incident.
(https://i.imgur.com/JQjrBsa.png)
Another character of note, Ushrir, represented the military side of organization, and shared control over the expedition's fate, though Ushrir liked not to disagree with Iton and generally let the Director of Trade have his way. However Ushrir would almost certainly overpower any of the others - such was the power of their physique.
(https://i.imgur.com/GPRinqD.png)
With Ushrir came two trained guardsman, ready to defend any retrieved riches from those damn goblins, who may have already sniffed our trail to these western mountains. Our fighters lost all weapons when our wagon dumped it's contents in a particularly disastrous river crossing. New gear will need to be acquired before this squad can be of any use.
Simple, effective food production was contrived:
(https://i.imgur.com/yyKk39v.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/I1f4W1P.png)
Yes, fungus is amongus. The entrance was walled:
(https://i.imgur.com/pEK8blP.png)
And so, in that crisp mountain air, the dwarves dreamt of jeweled towers and vaults of unimaginable wealth.
(https://i.imgur.com/fm5H7Sj.gif)
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Woah, that's a really nice cliff the dwarves have there! Nice!
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sketching out 36 bedrooms:
(https://i.imgur.com/x6gcn3Y.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/NY5J5un.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/Z8hn6EU.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/UOa1XeV.png)
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Above, diagonally flowing temples lead into the main gem cutting theatre.
(https://i.imgur.com/p7OMroN.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/vQHu7CV.png)
To the west of this, a circular vault was cleared, and the first gems were stored.
(https://i.imgur.com/fwsOGdg.gif)
Finally, excavation began, in the form of regular thin shafts sunk north-south across each layer below the lake and aquifer.
(https://i.imgur.com/QtEQAF7.gif)
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Nice to have all those miners. Maybe next time I play Fortress I will bring more mining picks.
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"Finally!" thought Iton the Director of Trade and Master Lapidarist and Gemcutter. "The usual crowd of migrants are brutish and disposed to fighting, drinking, and gambling. But these two - they have potential."
(https://i.imgur.com/Ibgh09j.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/jde534X.png)
"And who is this? She speaks with an eloquent confidence that reassures all listeners. Great! Perfect to field the various annoying diplomats that waste my time every season."
(https://i.imgur.com/rlZXpis.png)
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Mebzuth created . .
(https://i.imgur.com/JflAqW4.png)
this.
(https://i.imgur.com/JSbDpvd.png)
I can't wait to break a leg!
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the surface tower foundations were cut deeper, exposing bare stone, which will be smoothed. a cheap way to make the whole thing taller and more defensible.
(https://i.imgur.com/4iMzrZ4.png)
Regular kobold intrusions are a common thing in these mountains. We must have settled near one of their grungy home-caves.
(https://i.imgur.com/IBpFiQl.png)
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The zircons are sorted by color while all other gems are thrown in a different pile. The largest specimens are filtered out and placed on pedestals. Over 100 worthy zircons have already been collected, and some of them are absolutely gigantic. The queen will be ecstatic.
(https://i.imgur.com/VB9rekI.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/Sw1k3Fb.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/MdHm1Qh.png)
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Iton, the leader of The Mines of Artifice, became entranced by one particular raw gem. the shape, the size... if he was to slice thin the material and spread it across an iron frame. . . if he could only find a translucent glue for the binder. . . what about . . .
(https://i.imgur.com/aj3NrB8.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/ytYqR7S.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/E2xbL0R.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/TOY47kb.png)
The window was installed in Iton's meeting room and record keeping office, immediately bringing the status to Royal. A true capital-A Artifact! It even references a legendary golden crossbow created by one of the smiths at the dwarven outpost of Riverend, which is said to be the Queens #1 vacation destination! Nice!
(https://i.imgur.com/rnnjx8m.png)
Two and a half years have passed. Work continues, uninterrupted.
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You know I've always heard if kobolds successfully steal enough from you they will eventually launch armed raids.
I wonder if that's true?
Can we catch them and put them on display? I love the little guys!
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only if you let me dwarf you as "Maloy, Kobold Catcher" :D :D
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only if you let me dwarf you as "Maloy, Kobold Catcher" :D :D
Deal!
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Maloy the Kobold Catcher
It was Mid-Summer of 1061 when the dwarf known as Maloy appeared, asking to speak with the leader of The Mines of Artifice. They claimed to have great skill in trapping and thief-catching, honed for years against the goblin snatcher gangs that regularly harassed the southern colonies, and wished to apply similar techniques against the local population of kobolds.
(https://i.imgur.com/taNB3gb.png)
For is was in these deserted western mountains that the kobolds of this land sought refuge from the great heat waves that plagued the low valleys. Above this lake, air spirits directed great gusts of chill air from the peaktop glaciers, which rolled downhill in billowing gales, cooling all those below.
So Maloy met with Iton, Director of Trade, and Ushrir, the Captain of the mercenary squads. Logem accompanied Iton as apprentice negotiator.
"So you claim interest in settling here. But why?" inquired Iton.
Maloy grunted. "Kobolds. I heard from a wagon train you had problems. I have solutions."
Ushrir spoke over the other two. "Well . . they have yet to make it inside the keep. . the problem has yet to escalate like you seem to think."
Maloy: "Yes. I would build outside the fortress, a small encampment, maybe with some of your laborers to assist. We would bait and trap the encampment, and wait. See what comes out way."
Iton pulled Ushrir aside. "He fits the bill, but do you think this is worth our time? And what if the Queen somehow finds out we're using funds to supply some paranoid trappers crazy dreams?"
Ushrir shrugged. "It's your call, boss. I think Maloy's not going to hurt anyone."
So Iton returned to the trapper, and shook hands in agreement. They settled on a small outcropping north of the keep, and here Maloy would found a small trapper's hut.
Before leaving, Maloy raised a further point. "I am gonna need something worth coin to bring in the greyskin thiefs. Can you spare me a gem or three?"
Iton locked eyes with Logem, the apprentice. A bit suspicious indeed to be asking for raw wealth so early in the task. . but it would be awkward to refuse considering Maloy had just strolled through a genuine vault full of precious gemstones. So three large gemstones were given to Maloy in a bag to act as ultimate temptation for the local kobolds.
(https://i.imgur.com/A4vVm1R.png)
As soon as the hut was complete, goblins appeared, near the eastern lake cliffs. Maloy rushed to the keep and all were thankful for the early scouting.
The goblins had sent a small force only, six crossbow goblins. The 19 guardsman were sent forth to earn their pay, led by Ushrir, wielding silver hammers (as silver was the only metal available on this map, excluding the demon metal).
But those silver bolts flew true and five dwarves lay dead after the fight. Twice as many were wounded, some with horrible internal injuries from the barbed bolts.
(https://i.imgur.com/2r1PcuV.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/gt75Ypl.png)
Atir nearly dodged off the cliff and into the lake, but survived by catching hold of a thin ledge judge below the precipice.
fun fact: it takes about two seconds IRL for a tooth to fall all the way to the lake surface, from the tops of the cliffs. Certified tall.
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Later, in Autumn, the trading caravan was disturbed by a giant wombat. No wood or metal this year, further stalling the progress of the mines and our military.
(https://i.imgur.com/LIMrrAi.png)
I'll say it again: there is no metal but silver. We have magma but only the single forge. And a handful of picks, well, we could use twice as many at the moment.
Rovod had one of those possessions:
(https://i.imgur.com/6Jydjht.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/4C20qAA.png)
A brilliant artifact! A true sphere, spiked with bone opal. Now we can kill our enemies with gemstones.
Then, horror . . . not the grey thieves, but the green ones.
(https://i.imgur.com/2A3cdUi.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/rxTgHqB.png)
Two got away but the third was captured. Maloy brought this bird as proof of success, and with a request for more "bait." Iton granted this, but only allowed for a few small handfuls of semi-precious stones this time. No more large gems would be risked during this operation.
(https://i.imgur.com/DCPqW2z.png)
The trapper's hut was expanded. It doesn't look like much if you don't know to recognize the trap-covers that hide the spring mechanisms, but Maloy's house now bristles with mechanized cage traps.
It is 1061, Autumn. Work continues.
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The kea menace has arrived apparently. Foul demons.
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The kea menace has arrived apparently. Foul demons.
Can we eat kea? Because if we can....I have a suggestion for the cooks.
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The kea menace has arrived apparently. Foul demons.
Can we eat kea? Because if we can....I have a suggestion for the cooks.
If they're big enough to carry stuff off they should be big enough to eat.
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short update. it was discovered that my method of designation, combined with the quirks of dwarven pathfinding, have resulted in extremely inefficient mining. because I used long, individual tunnels, layered on top of one another, the dwarf is often forced to retreat the entire length of the tunnel to a lower z-level in order to reach their chosen designated mining spot. the little idiots have decidedly increased the time-to-completion from 1x to 10x. SO things may need to be re-designated.
The spiked golden death ball was placed within a singular trap, for testing purposes:
(https://i.imgur.com/3iVzGyT.png)
And so, have some A.I. art of the latest (and greatest) artifact, carved in Winter by the newest gemcutter, Sarvesh:
(https://i.imgur.com/4Dyvvdd.png)
The Humans brought a breeding pair of tame red cardinals, which were roosted inside this newfound artifact.
(https://i.imgur.com/10yof92.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/aW5m2tr.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/mXUUKku.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/lG3kZqp.png)
Finally, the green-thieves from the skylands, as inspected by Maloy. Indeed - light up the fryers, we're eating evil chicken tonight lads!
(https://i.imgur.com/kl4B5t0.png)
You know... Brandclaw the spiked golden ball would make a brilliant adventure weapon...
The spiked ball doesn't deal a blunt attack at all, but it does do three attacks with its spikes. Like the menacing spike, it has only a small contact area, but has a very low penetration depth compared to the menacing spike.
Low penetration depth edged attacks can still break bones with impact damage, just like blunt attacks do. In addition, if an edged weapon is unable to cut the material of the target's armor, its attack is converted to blunt type. Because the small contact area concentrates the force, spiked balls should be more effective against targets in superior armor than either serrated discs or giant axes.
So even though gold has inferior blunt stats to platinum (about %50 as effective in terms of blunt-affecting stats), it still almost doubles the material density of silver at 19320 (or 1.93), and density is AFAIK the most determinate factor in these calculations.
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I used long, individual tunnels, layered on top of one another, the dwarf is often forced to retreat the entire length of the tunnel to a lower z-level in order to reach their chosen designated mining spot.
This is awful when it happens. I make the same mistake too often.
(https://i.imgur.com/kl4B5t0.png)
That is a look of pure evil. And what a smug grin the demon bird has!
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Just to let you know I am going to my Mom's birthday party this weekend. So I won't be available to pick up the next save file right away. So if anybody wants to go after Salmeuk please say so. OR he can have a few more days while I am gone.
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In summary,
Iton successfully led The Mines of Artifice for almost 6 years. Over 5000 gems were extracted from the hillside, cut into beautiful shapes, and displayed in gigantic hoards, waiting for the first visit from the Queen. Astoundingly, the miners claim this haul is perhaps only 1/6 of the total gems present in this area, such is the richness of these mountains.
Almost 200 Large gems were produced, and many of these were masterwork. A total wealth of ~4million dwarfbucks is itself impressive, however the fact almost a half of this was found in the value of the gems alone, is wonderful.
During the final few years, multiple interesting artifact weapons were produced. First,
(https://i.imgur.com/XDUxzuL.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/7xQry8w.png)
A certain Degel produced an artifact steel short sword. Second,
(https://i.imgur.com/b5xg06d.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/wmfEArC.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/nKvdefv.png)
This warhammer references the golden crossbow produced at Riverend.
These two artifact weapons, as well as the golden artifact spiked ball, were stored in the center of the main vault of jewels, waiting on pedestals for a brave adventurer to steal or request their use.
At one point we were attacked by this
(https://i.imgur.com/PNn7hUE.png)
who killed our mercenary captain, who bravely appeared first at the scene.
(https://i.imgur.com/V7Y4iJB.png)
A sad day for all involved, included Iton, director of trade, who had known the captain for many years previous to this venture.
Maloy the Kobold Catcher found that, upon realizing his presence in the hills, the local kobolds simply stopped showing up. This meant his various intricately produced trap components were now useless, collecting rust and dust. With nothing better to do, Maloy spent the remaining 3 years getting into petty arguments and fist fights with the other denizens.
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Though, it should be mentioned, the ONE time he tried to cut some gems, he produced this beautiful sheep figurine:
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The miners faced strenuous work and constant strain, which proved too much for this one:
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Kogan stumbled obliviously around the vault of jewels, scattering the gemstones at his feet, moaning, searching for purpose. Surrounded by the fruit of his labor he was too dissociated to appreciate the glimmering hoard.
The final overview of the vaults:
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Here is the main vault. Clear, Green, and Red Zircons on the sides, with miscellaneous precious gems below. The pedestals all display large gems, while the central room contains artifact weaponry.
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All in all, a proud success for the kingdom. Not much in the way of story inspiration, really. . . more of a proof of concept for the industrial extraction of gemstones . . .
I look forward to any adventurers who attempt to retrieve these artifact weapons.
save: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16181
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Picked up the save file and checking it out. Day off tomorrow so likely post first chapter by afternoon. Kind of deciding what I plan to do....
Edit - Not sure what happened but it looks like a human civilization took my bridge and the dwarves are trying to take it back. With....cows?!?!
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Deadly cows. Oh no...the cow was struck down!
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The cows have been studying Sun Tzu .
Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance.
These cows appeared at our gates, limping, mooing in pain. We quickly raised the portcullis, gentle souls that we are. This was our first mistake.
If ignorant both of your enemy and yourself, you are certain to be in peril.
These cows were different. Their eyes were bright with intelligence, and they moved with alacrity and quickly took over the gatehouse with their charging horns.
Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories,
a thousand cows.
And so began the Great Bovine War of 1060 onwards.
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Stealthy war cows coming into the bridge at night killing a few then disappearing back into the night.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Adventure Time!
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Bob of Passions was a Mantis man who had emerged from the wilds and had become a stone worker in Rushplaque. The dark human pits controlled by the Band of Girls.
His chitin was green and his eyes were black.
He believed in a peaceful and ordered society without dissent. Because of this he did not really value skills related to fighting. Which was funny as he was a pretty good fighter and used a whip.
He also felt leisure time wasteful. He was calm much of the time and could easily handle stress.
He had a donkey and three war dogs. He figured the dogs could do much of the fighting for him if he ever ran into trouble.
He had finally decided to leave the pits and go on an adventure. Where? Who knew. He wanted to do something to make things….better…for the people in the world.
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But what would that be? How would he know how to help people? Maybe he needed to travel the lands and ask the people? Help end war and help the poor be less poor?
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So he collected his things, what few things he had, such as his whip and water skins, and headed out.
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Then grabbing his donkey and climbing out of the pits he pondered which direction to go? Maybe flip a dog?
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Getting some thri-keen vibes from 'Bob' (nice name, lol!).
Wonder how a mantis man sees peace and order in the World of Bones?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The End
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Bob flipped one of the dogs and its nose ended up facing south. South it was!
He tried to dodge the pits that seemed to cover the landscape until he found, in the distance, something that looked like water flowing on the surface.
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Then he melted to death. The End.
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Arthur’s Note :
Damn it! Maybe I should just make a settlement?
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oh my god lol
yeah I think there are a few scattered kill-zones around the desert. what a crazy fkin world you made callisto. desert hell planet with rare metals and an overabundance of murderous goblins.
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oh my god lol
yeah I think there are a few scattered kill-zones around the desert. what a crazy fkin world you made callisto. desert hell planet with rare metals and an overabundance of murderous goblins.
All I need is sandworms.....*shudder*
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Hahaha, that was a very exciting adventure Bob had!
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I guess it was inevitable that someone would melt to death given the world we're in.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Heading Out
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Orbsdimple, nicknamed ‘Whick’ was the Expedition Leader. It was seventy-nine years old and had shaven its sideburns and head clean. Leaving its long beard and medium-length moustache untouched.
It blinked as the wagon came to a stop and dropped down onto the red sand. At least the sand wasn't as hot as much region of the world.
There were no trees in sight and very few plants could be seen. While not as hot as many parts of the world there wasn't a lot of rain either.
To the south was a river. Named, at least on the map, the Polish of Bristling. There seemed to be some otters there.
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There was also said to be a volcano called the Cinders of Covering far to the south but nobody cared. It would not be within the borders of the new settlement.
To the west was some hills. Maybe the place to start digging?
“I declare this land to belong to the NEW government of the Trade of Ages by the authority of the Coal of Prestige. And call the new settlement Channelwhisper,” it announced.
“Start digging there,” it added and pointed towards the hills. “We want the livestock underground as soon as possible. And a farm plot.”
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The three dwarfs, nicknamed Blick, Flick, and Glick, were already picking up their equipment. They knew their duty. As Miners they would have to quickly make chambers and tunnels to sleep, work, eat, and play.
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Snick, the Woodworker, was also grabbing its axe. Not that it could see any wood to gather. Maybe it should start training to be a warrior?
Plick the Farmer and Quee the Diagnoser just looked over the landscape and seemed bored.
Whick glanced around as its fellow settlers. At least nobody was melting. Yet.
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I would consider myself a novice at Dwarf Fortress, but Fun is Fun, so I'd like to give myself a shot at this if anyone doesn't mind.
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I would consider myself a novice at Dwarf Fortress, but Fun is Fun, so I'd like to give myself a shot at this if anyone doesn't mind.
I'll add you to the list on the first page! Welcome to Hell.
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I'll add you to the list on the first page! Welcome to Hell.
I can't wait!
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fresh meat for the hell-pit, wonderful. will you adventure or build?
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fresh meat for the hell-pit, wonderful. will you adventure or build?
Thinking of building a fortress.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - One Year Later
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The wagon was pulled apart to make beds. Well, make six beds.
As the diggers dug out tunnels and chambers the chickens and pigs were brought underground while the draft animals were left on the surface.
As single bedrooms were dug out, storage was created, workshops were built, the Leader tried hunting down some wild yaks on the surface. And failed.
With winter came rain. Not that anybody noticed. Outside of a few items still on the surface and the unfinished Trade Depot there were few reasons to go to the surface. Well, once they did take in the two-humped camel inside, who had been one of the draft animals, to the Butcher’s Shop. It was soon on the menu.
The horse was also on the list of animals to be butchered but somehow hiding in the tavern meant nobody was noticing it.
By early winter the Trade Depot was finished and somebody had found a seventh bed. As Quee was the Manager, Broker, and Bookkeeper, he was given a large bedroom with a bag, a cabinet, a bed, a table and chair. So his bedroom was also a office and private dining room.
The populace, by mid winter, were doing fine. They all had bedrooms, booze and food, and lots of work to keep them occupied. Also somebody finally noticed the horse and took it to the Butcher’s Shop. Poor thing had been starving anybody. Though it was noticed that the hills DID have some plants and grass on it. Future livestock that needed to live on the surface would likely do better on the hills.
The meals had gone from simple meals that were easy to make to fine meals. It filled the stomach and satisfied the soul. Meat helped.
Sadly, by the end of the year there were no migrants. Which made sense. The Trade Depot had not been finished on time to welcome any traders. No traders no exports. No exports no reports of wealth and the shareholders back home didn’t receive a profit. No profits or promise of wealth and no reason to for migrants to come to the settlement.
To be honest....nobody cared. They liked being only seven.
Around this time the eggs that had been left along had hatched. Eleven chicks had hatched in fact. So at least the settlement would not run out of eggs and meat.
They also had a temple by then with a altar and a bag. A few people, when not too busy, went to worship and ponder the meaning of life.
Then spring arrived.
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Arthur’s Note :
The Tavern is named The Saffron of Armories, the Temple is for no particular deity and is named the Ball of Sinews. And the Library is called the Bastion of Gems.
The four statues are of Grognak, Rith Furnacecobra, Callisto, and iton Hatchetdeaths. I like to make statues of past characters and place them in fortresses.
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I like the addition of the statues at the entrance of famous people. Hard work leads to sustenance, but it's always nice to try and aspire to something greater from humble beginnings, even in such a horrible place as this.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Grand Plan Fails
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With a year under their belts the dwarfs were feeling good about their chances of fulfilling their Grand Plan. Which was to make a settlement that would welcome all creatures, all races, all people.
If they could only attract them.
Also, to do so, they needed bedrooms. And therefore they needed wood. Lots of woods. Which meant they needed trade. Lots of trade.
Luckily they had found some gems which they could trade with…well, just about everybody.
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Not a LOT of gems. But they would likely be useful when it came to trading.
The dwarfs were so busy that at one point Whick was found sleeping in of the hallways. The Expedition Leader had become so tired it had just went to sleep on the red floor.
A Barracks was dug out, with a archery range, for it was believed that the dwarfs would need to be organized into tiny squads. Three two-dwarf squads. The Leader was Commander but not part of a squad. This meant only three dwarfs were in training at any one time - one dwarf from each squad per month. But as it was the same six training, over again and over again, they SHOULD develop some skills by the end of the second year. This left four dwarfs per month to work.
It would slow down things but the dwarfs would, hopeful, become good at combat.
When early spring came some of the dwarfs decided to try their beards at fishing. As their beards were covered in food crumbs and spilled drink it was very attractive to hungry fish. So all they had to do was dip the beards into the waters. At least those who had proper beards. A fishery was made and a leather workshop also. Armor would have to be made sooner or latter. So why not leather armor?
A pen was made for the pigs. The single pen was becoming crowded. Also the chickens were escaping some how from their pen. Somebody must have been opening the door too many times.
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Arthur’s Note :
Then things went downhill from there as the save file was somehow not working.
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It seemed to be an error someplace on the disk. So it might NOT be the save file. OR it might be. ::)
So I am skipping the rest of my turn and passing on the crown to Donnerino. Mostly because I have also spent three days trying to get it to work and don't wish to hold things up.
So Donnerino you have two choices. ONE, you can take the save I have, retire my Fortress and start your own. This way my seven dwarfs, named after the seven dwarfs from Snow White the Broadway version as in the book the dwarfs were never named, can continue on their own. And at least the statues survive! :-\
Here it is - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16211 (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16211)
Warning, the save file is getting big.
OR you go to the version last used by Salmeuk and my last turn is erased from the history of the World of Bones. Which, if it is the save file I have that is the issue, that may be for the best. I feel sorry for Bob but when you mod a game and pass the save file around stuff happens.
Oh, and save every once and a while and copy the files. It may help. I really should do that more. Or have the autosave set for seasonal.
PS - With Christmas coming I assume things will slow down. So if it takes more than two weeks for your turn I am sure nobody will mind. Family comes first. And gifts. And eggnog.
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Oh man, save corruption is the worst. :(
(After having that happen a couple times, I've made it a habit to make plenty of backups. At least in long-running forts/games.)
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Ah, damn. hopefully my strange obsessive fortresses are not to blame. once I return to a more stable computer I will see if/when the save file corrupts on my end.
we must simply move forward, if the corruption proves thorough. Perhaps a "World of Ash" ? generated with similar features. the fact the whole world is covered in a single desert remains amazing to me.
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No worries, I'll be sure to try and make sure your fortress remains in the world. I'll get started now!
Edit: Unfortunately, it does appear that the Save File is corrupted. Thaaaat sucks. Wish my turn started on a better note.
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The Beginning of Bakeddoom the Everlasting
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"Who came up with this ridiculous name?"
"The Farmer did, while we were all drunk in the cart."
With the heat of the sun still baking us, even into the late stages of what would become winter, we finally arrived at our destination. Bakeddoom, as our farmer named it. Tomus, Fist of the Clouds, please assist us with this undertaking, as within my sight are literally only three trees to use to build this fort which will be required to provide food and sustenance to the many of our kind. I suppose I should be thankful, the rest of the lands we passed through were as barren as they will ever be. Nevertheless, this is where we were told to set up shop to create produce to send back home. I'm told our effort will be vital to making sure the food surplus stays a surplus. And from what I see... I'm not sure where they got that idea from the directions they gave us.
Either we went the wrong direction or got the wrong directions. I suppose we'll see when our liaison catches up with us in a year, and regardless, we lack the supplies to go any further. "Bakeddoom" will have to become our home.
And what a home it is...
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While unloading and taking apart the cart, we started to get ideas for what to call ourselves. While bickering about what that would be, the Farmer, in all his wisdom, excitedly said we should call ourselves "The Virginal Clasps of Wheat". We were all too tired and sweaty to argue with him, and it was the best idea out of all of us, he even already had a picture drawn up of our symbol. 5 bushels of cave wheat in front of a rose cut gem. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he already had all of this planned out and he was waiting for the opportunity to get out of that stuffy mountain home of his.
With the name settled, we set out to do our tasks. Firstly, carve out a home, get the brew going, and make some place to sleep. I've had my back destroyed by the ride here and I refuse to sleep on the ground after finally arriving at our new home, not to mention build a bridge to get to those trees across the river... And as I've just been informed as I write this entry, everyone has nominated me as the expedition leader just now after realizing I'm writing down our plans, or rather, had any plans at all.
Great...
1064-08-04
We've begun digging the grand staircase, and, what do you know, we've already struck gold! This isn't why we were here but... better to have it than to not right? Once we get the appropriate equipment up and running, it will do nicely to kick-start our operations here to produce food to buy seeds and other equipment. Speaking of trading, our crew also finished the trade depot and the bridge across the river, I'm almost optimistic.
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We then proceeded to pick ourselves through three more damned caverns, why here of all places anyway? I suppose if worse comes to worse we just flood the damn place from the ocean and dig another staircase in a better direction, but knowing our luck so far, we'd just find another cavern there as well. I do feel an odd warmth here, and I think I and my two other fellow miners have seen obsidian shards, and that means magma... It might be worthwhile to fortify ourselves in the caverns after all.
So long as we can keep punching these bastard Giant Olms to death, anyway.
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1064-12-15
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Our first farm has been put into the soil of our cavernous home now, and our still set up next to it, for a while we're going to be eating nothing but delicious plump helmets. And my suspicions about magma being present here were proven correct when one of our own strayed a bit far more and away than I would've otherwise liked and saw an eery burning glow. I took a look for myself, and, yeah, that's magma. I think I have an idea of how we can utilize this. Though I'm not confident it won't burn us all to crisps.
Additionally, we've constructed a massive wall on the east side of our outpost in the cavern with fortifications, this should keep out most of the beasties there should they arrive, or at least those Giant Olms. Our first actual workshops are being put down as well at a good speed while I and the other guys start to mine out storage space and our bedrooms. Much to my chagrin, we've had to sleep on the cavern soil more than a few times, but we also weren't expecting... well, this much space down here.
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I'm pretty proud of the wall though, not bad... not bad at all, as hodgepodge as it is. And just like that...
1065-01-01
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It's the new year. I'll be closing my journal, for now, the other dwarves are giving me looks for having it open so much instead of working on the wall or mining out their bedrooms. Despite getting so little done that I've wanted us to get done, we've at least put a stake in the ground where we can survive until we can get our roots in to make this place an actual fortress, or at least a farming village of some kind. I don't expect many migrants, not this far southeast into the Bones, maybe they'll like the rare view of the sea.
Upon being told that this land is named "The Lake of Razors"... I don't think we'll be expecting any company any time soon. The Baron certainly left that out when he told us to come this direction.
Our next steps will be setting up the bedrooms first as I promised to the guys, then getting the workshops all sorted and divided secondly, as well as a proper stockpile area to put all our things and get our stuff off the surface thirdly. After that, it will just be a matter of trying to make a structure for this place that isn't a mess thanks to the caves. From our sub-surface outpost, we could mine tunnels branching out for all the infrastructure we'll need. To the north the dining room, south the stockpiles and apartments, and to the east below the wall anything else that comes up, maybe a temple to Tomus...
Well, that's enough of my babbling. Back to work.
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Gotta say I am not pleased with the caverns. Really shook up my plans for this place, but I'm willing to take the challenge and work with it. The caves do play well with my plans to turn Bakeddoom into a sort of agricultural hub to make enough food to help feed many of the other civilizations present in this barren hell hole. I won't have to mess with the water to try and muddy the floor. And I do have an idea for that Magma, but that's gonna be a project that is *way* down the line for this place with such a stunted start.
I do have an idea to try and take a page from the human playbook to try and build houses in the open space in the caverns, as opposed to carving them out. But until I start making blocks, that's not really resource-efficient. Either way, I plan to persevere, my main priority definitely getting orderly stockpiles up. Once that's done, and I've got the bedrooms finished, I think I can consider myself "Stable". I definitely won't be expanding the outpost into an underground cavern city until I've got a military to kill all this annoying wildlife.
I won't forget about the surface though, I've got plans there as well.
Apologies for the barely legible writing.(https://i.imgur.com/llrGEh8.png)
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Cool. Bakeddoom sounds like fun. And dont worry about it...this means I can just try Bob again! He will be reborn! Or...born once...whatever.
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I do have an idea to try and take a page from the human playbook to try and build houses in the open space in the caverns, as opposed to carving them out. But until I start making blocks, that's not really resource-efficient. Either way, I plan to persevere, my main priority definitely getting orderly stockpiles up. Once that's done, and I've got the bedrooms finished, I think I can consider myself "Stable". I definitely won't be expanding the outpost into an underground cavern city until I've got a military to kill all this annoying wildlife.
I approve of these plans. Cavern-centered fortresses often lead to a quick onset of !!fun!!. And the homelands will thrive should you successfully export food. I'm sure the Mines of Artifice and Riverend will enjoy the increase in trade cararvans to and from Bakeddoom. And the goblin raiders, too . .
Ah, so you've chosen a far southwestern embark? The farthest fortress so far, from the main dwarven civs. Settled in the valley of goblins.. looking forward to more posts.
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I approve of these plans. Cavern-centered fortresses often lead to a quick onset of !!fun!!. And the homelands will thrive should you successfully export food. I'm sure the Mines of Artifice and Riverend will enjoy the increase in trade cararvans to and from Bakeddoom. And the goblin raiders, too . .
Ah, so you've chosen a far southwestern embark? The farthest fortress so far, from the main dwarven civs. Settled in the valley of goblins.. looking forward to more posts.
The Baron told them to establish an Agricultural Bread Basket, not a whole lot of choices there for that in the Bones, unfortunately. Though it helps to read a map right side up. ;)
Funnily enough, I don't think I'm in range of the Goblins, some how, but time will tell wether or not that is correct. Better to be prepared than the Goblins coming here expecting free bread and wine. But, assuming we don't get eaten by a forgotten beast, or the Goblins arrive early, I think the first food exports will be heading out to feed a starving world within... 2 or 3 years. Next post will be tomorrow.
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I keep forgetting how big this world is. I don't think any of my adventurers have covered the same ground or found any of the settlements.
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Bakeddoom: Caverns of Crud
As I reopen my journal as I take a break from carving out large stockpiles for what will no doubt be our massive industry, I write this knowing we may never get there. But.. I see a successfully built eastern wall and a number of blockades being constructed to the west. I almost wish Migrants would come here, it'd help with the workload of making this place home at least a little bit. Now, what did I say we'd accomplish this year? Ah, yes, security, homes, and production. Well, I've ordered our Carpenter and Mason to start making some furniture so we aren't sleeping on the floor again.
And, foolish me, I've never written down who shares this Cavern outpost with me. If the others read this and don't see their names somewhere in here, they'd string me up and let the Elk Birds peck out my eyes. I suppose we'll start with the Farmer, who was gracious enough to... name this place. His name is Onget Lolokstigaz, a cheerful dwarf with an inflated sense of self-importance, but he is the Farmer, we ought to respect him for what he does. It's not like any of us know how his job works, despite that, he doesn't seem to have a lot of respect for his own work, oddly enough.
Next, the Mason, Zon Inodarros, by Tumos, what a nervous wreck he is, and an awful pessimist as well, the Caverns aren't doing him too well, and not only that, he keeps talking about how awful everything is, it's really not helping the situation, and all despite how much we argue with him about how it'll be okay. He's making some rock doodads now, I hope that begins to settle him somewhat until we finally get him a bed to cry in, as opposed to the cave grass.
Oddom Onulazin, our Hunter, I might call her my Best Friend, if I knew the girl well enough anyways. she's not complained too much since we got here, but she is a bit greedy, she tried asking me to make their room bigger, to which I threw my pick at her. We haven't gotten any sniveling nobles here, yet, I told'er. But other than that small slight, I can't complain, perhaps they're a bit of an Idealist.
Our Woodsman, Lor Berdanfeb, is a quiet sort. I haven't yet marked him down, but every time I've helped haul wood he's seemed almost eternally grateful. The things he does say, though infrequent, have been very nice, all in all, he's a very pleasant person to be around. I suppose what they say about Lumberjacks is true in some respects.
Ineth Betanoltar, my fellow Miner, is a gentle sort of giant, and as stubborn as an ass as well, he hasn't given up trying to strike the earth here and carve it into the home, not once, which is more than I can say about our Mason. The man isn't very thankful, like Lor, though, but I suppose that's what being a Miner can be like. You dig all these tunnels and you barely get a lick of thanks yourself huh?
And then... there's Cerol Zaneglakish... our Butcher... They are... eccentric, I suppose is a good way of putting her. She's constantly nervous and somewhat depressive, and I suppose she takes it out on us by being as rude as she possibly can, and yet, despite that, she's trying her best just as any of us are.
That's all of us, except for me, and this Journal is about the fortress, not I, but you can call me Dogiklitast I suppose.
Oh, I just heard our first beds are being put down, better get up.
1065-05-19
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By Tomus, we're actually getting migrants here! I never thought they'd actually arrive, especially not this far South West! Oddom, who was hauling up refuse to the surface, spotted them coming in. I'll have to actually dig out some homes for them, there aren't many, or shouldn't be, I never got a number. I'll ask Ineth to dig out some new homes for our new guests, thankfully we have some extra beds to welcome them here with. Hopefully, I don't hear too much complaining though. I guess we did come to the right place, but it calls into question why exactly the Baron thought this was a good place to settle...
Sadly... there are only 4 migrants arriving, I don't really know what I expected, but I'm happy there here nonetheless. Any more of Lor's whining we'll die alone here and I probably would've rung his neck a few times. We've got a lady who knows their way around a loom, another Mason, a Furnace Operator, and a Blacksmith. I guess we ought to be lucky we got them at all, huh? We'll get to work making them feel at home. Welcome to Bakeddoom, Meng, Sigun, Urist, and Zutthan.
To give them a warm welcome, I've also authorized the construction of a tavern, hoping to get some more business here, maybe some adventurer's who'd like to kill... I dunno, Elk Birds or Giant Olms? And if Dwarves hear we've got a snazzy place to drink, well, extra hands would be nice too.
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With all that good news, Spring has already become Autumn, to think we're already spending our second year here in Bakeddoom. I can't believe I'm starting to warm up to that name. Bakeddoom... On the topic of the name, we decided to name this new Tavern "The Gilded Breakfast". Came up with it myself.
1065-07-05
Our stockpile rooms are done, this should be enough space for the foreseeable future, but as I say that, the rock stockpile is basically completely full. But there's enough space to expand for even more space, should we need it. Our workshops will be somewhere close by, where? I'm not exactly sure, but we haven't really born the need for all of them quite yet. If we're going to be producing things, I'd like them to be valuables. And we do have some gold available to us... That magma is becoming mighty tempting to tap into.
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And as I expected, the Traders and Liaison are here, though a bit more early than I even expected, things are going well if I might say! I do wonder what the Liaison will be speaking of with regard to news from the Mountain homes, we are far away, and we should be caught up on things going on back where there's "proper" civilization.
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Back from the Liaison... who... is a Goblin. I... wasn't expecting that, I almost thought we were being besieged and someone left the door open to simply let them in and take the place over. Turns out they're fluent in Dwarvish and have come to greet me, I'm... not so sure how I feel about all this. But... if our Dwarven Brothers and Sisters think this is okay, who am I to argue.
In our talks, I prioritized asking them for more seeds, cloth, clothing, weapons, food and drink, and Bronze (making weapons and armor, should be cheaper than asking for steel, plus I just love the look of bronze armor). In exchange, they want mostly Footwear, ammo, sheets, cheese, hide, meat, handwear, tools, splints and thread. I suppose we can... try, Mr. Goblin.
As for news, no news is good news. I guess things are calm. Not even the Goblins to our east seem to know we're here. Which is... suspicious. I had a talk with my fellow Miner, Ineth, and shares my suspicions. We thing there's something up here, but we don't have enough evidence to act upon it. This "Liaison" will have many eyes on him. For now, we haul.
1065-10-01
Winter is upon us once more. The Tavern is complete, it's bedrooms furnished, and we have a dining room, albeit a partially furnished one. We've also punched to death another Olm, which again I am quite proud of, how dare they find their ways past our walls, which.. I've gotta figure that out as well. I'm authorizing the West Walls be increased in height and build fortifications there too. This place is becoming a proper castle, and I'm loving it. I'm thinking of even setting up some paved roads down here as well.
We're starting to get some of the walls and floors down here smoothed as well, to make it feel more "official" that we've settled in here. I have some grand plans, and I feel as though I might take some options from our fellows the Humans in executing those plans, just in a bit more of a... Dwarven way. You know... lets put a hole in our wall to the east, and set up a drawbridge. Now that I'm thinking of it.
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Our Workshops are going to be set up within the bosoms of our massive stockpiles. It's the best idea, and it'll be central and far away from our bedrooms. I know these aren't "massive" but they'll do for now, hopefully. We have *too* much Marble, but that's good, we can turn those into blocks for my future infrastructure plans. The first place to go down will be the Mechanics workshop to make mechanisms so our bridges can work in keeping out any beasties that seek to get in. Ones we can't punch to death already anyway, looking at you Giant Olms.
And with that, It is the new year, Spring has arrived, and our Outpost looks more and more like a keep the more work we get done on it. I will put away my Journal for next time, I must help build these new workshops and smooth the walls.
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OOC:
And that's my second post. I'll be sure to have one up the next day as well if not the day after. To be honest? Now that I've walled off everything and I feel secure? I think the Caverns are okay actually, and it gives me a lot of creative freedom with all the space I can create, I'm getting a lot of ideas. I am a bit disappointed I'm not attracting a whole lotta migrants, but to be honest, I really don't blame them, this place isn't fantastic and it's super far away from dwarven civilization. As you might've noticed, I've also put down a few other farm plots.
I'm really liking the walls I've set up also, they give me that underground castle kind of vibe, and I plan on expanding outside the walls once I get a military to try and tame this place. Still not impressive, but for my second year running this place, it's going better than I thought it would.
Also, and I don't want to forget this, if you guys want to be dorfed or have any nicknames, I'll go ahead and write them down next time I play. I'll just say the Expedition Leader gave them nicknames and leave it at that. I'm also open to suggestions or reminders on what I should be doing for the fort to make it better. I plan on starting the Magma project next play session.
Thanks for reading!
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Well, with all the conflicts going on there might just not be a lot of dwarfs to be migrants. Or maybe they melt before they reach you? ???
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Well, with all the conflicts going on there might just not be a lot of dwarfs to be migrants. Or maybe they melt before they reach you? ???
Quite possible. I'll just have to make do with 4-0 dwarves in a migration wave.
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I am down to give this a good. Im good at cleaning ;) . Wont be able to start til next week tho
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Bakeddoom: The Mountain Homes Answer
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I start my journal this 2nd of Felsite, 1066, with fantastic news. We've gotten more migrants! And not just 4 of them either, like last time, this wave features twenty-one dwarves! I write as they are settling and I have time away from meeting and greeting all of them. I simply don't think I can attend to my duties and describe them all to you Journal at the same time, but I will mention that we've received quite a few highly skilled dwarves, including another miner! Among them are medical professionals, a glassmaker, a chef, a clerk, and a candle maker. Of course, of the few peasants that arrived, I am grateful for them too, they have the chance to learn a new profession, and a few extra hands to help haul all this stone is much appreciated too!
6th of Felsite, 1066
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Onget, our Farmer, and the brains behind the name "Bakeddoom" has been taken by something of a mood not long after the Migrants have finally settled in, and he's immediately taken the Craftsdwarf's Workshop. I hope this is a good omen and shows our new guests that we are capable of great and mighty things. Or it will show them that they've come to the wrong place. He won't even tell me what he needs, yet I see him bringing entire logs into the workshop and drawing images of gems and forests. I don't even know how Onget even knows what a forest looks like, but peering over his shoulder and avoiding his punches, it seems to... look like a forest? Time will tell, even as our fortress heads into the summer.
1st of Hematite, 1066
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He's begun construction and gathered the appropriate materials, I think. I'm not sure what he could be making, but I hope it's good. He is, after all, a dwarf, and I've seen that look in his eye before, that look means a masterpiece that is beyond any words, other than one, an artifact. And there he is now in the dining room, raising something above his head to show it to us all now.
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A wooden ring with gems inlaid, and between each gem the scene of a Baron being crowned by his many supporters as if it were some kind of moving picture. As you twist the ring around your finger, he showed, the crown is being lowered atop the Baron's head. Very creative, though I'm not sure how he knows of this event, perhaps it has something to do with the mood, I regrettably cannot say I've ever experienced such a thing, but we're all happy for him.
22nd Hematite, 1066
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The new bedrooms for our new residents are being furnished slowly, so I hope they can bear with having to sleep elsewhere for now. Smoothing the stone is also going slowly, but we have a lot of things to haul at the moment and many people are occupied with craftsdwarfship or other objectives. In addition, we've also constructed the catacombs for anyone unfortunate enough in the future to perish in our Fort, I pray to Tomus it does not happen any time soon. Along with that, I'm setting up a nesting room for our hens, turkeys, and other avian friends to lay their eggs.
Speaking of praying to Tomus, having an actual place to conduct prayer would be a good idea, I'll talk with my fellow miners to consider where to put such a place...
14th of Malachite, 1066
As we approach the middle of the year, we are granted the fortune of nine more migrants making their way here from the Mountain Homes, and with them yet another minder, and three more farmers. With this many farmers now at our disposal, I think we may be able to conduct some surface farming to increase the variety of plants we are producing. The next time a trader arrives, I'll have to see about being able to get some of those more... exotic seeds. Additonally, we've begun work on not only the Temple, but also the Magma project that should see us not only as a Bread Basket, but a place of fine metal crafting as well. We now number at 41 Dwarves, thank you Tomus.
13th of Sandstone, 1066
With autumn arriving, and winter with the new year coming, I must start to gather all my thoughts and place them here for you Journal so that I may look back and figure out just what in hell I'm doing. being an expedition leader is... tiring, and I'd much rather just be in the mines working away simply with little else to think about, but it provides a fresh perspective and new skills, and improve upon the old is something all dwarves must strive for.
Firstly, I've begun construction of a set of walls, two here in the caverns, so that we may begin a bit of a "human village" outside the walls, as I've taken to call it. One to the east, and one to the south. On the surface is the biggest wall to be constructed, made of marble blocks and surrounding a large area of the mouth of the entrance, its primary purpose being to protect us against any attack. I still don't believe that the Goblins simply don't know we're here, and there's still the question about that Liaison.
Next, the Magma project, which will be powering our magma forges, is also under construction. I will be extremely careful not to screw this one up, one wrong move and it will all be for nothing. Though I believe if something does go wrong, I could salvage it in some way. I also need to look into giving our glass makers something to do, glass is an interesting commodity, and I quite like the look of it. We'll also need to make a hospital, a lumberjack of ours was wounded in an encounter with a cave bat, we've been getting him water until he can get onto his feet, but I fear for his life. For his sake, it's being set up immediately.
On the topic of religion, the temple has been carved out, but not yet properly set up. I still require altars and everything else. And... why not put a moat on the docket. Sure.
As I hear that traders are coming, I will put an early close to this book before the new year, while the Broker talks to the merchant.
Not pictured, Magma project, exterior houses, and the big wall with under construction moat outside.(https://i.imgur.com/rxCDZ1t.png)
Here's another post, I'll be playing out the rest of the year this day, but so far not that much interesting has happened other than slow but steady progress towards becoming a breadbasket of the World of Bones for the Dwarven (and I guess also Goblin) people. The hospital has been set up, but we need buckets among other medical things for care. There are still a lot of hauling jobs and whatnot, so I'm a little worried by dwarves can't get a break. When the traders arrived, I sold them our first shipment of food, including cheese, milk and plants, about 10 barrels worth, and a lot of gems that we've been saving up and cutting.
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nice progress.
A wooden ring with gems inlaid, and between each gem the scene of a Baron being crowned by his many supporters as if it were some kind of moving picture. As you twist the ring around your finger, he showed, the crown is being lowered atop the Baron's head. Very creative, though I'm not sure how he knows of this event, perhaps it has something to do with the mood, I regrettably cannot say I've ever experienced such a thing, but we're all happy for him.
awesome description / interpretation here. Those kinds of trick rings would totally be something a dwarf makes under the spell of a fey spirit... and this is further proof that the game truly comes alive in the minds of the players!
now, to hassle my IRL carpenter friend to make something similar :D
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I am down to give this a good. Im good at cleaning ;) . Wont be able to start til next week tho
You have been added to the list. Anybody else want a go?
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nice progress.
A wooden ring with gems inlaid, and between each gem the scene of a Baron being crowned by his many supporters as if it were some kind of moving picture. As you twist the ring around your finger, he showed, the crown is being lowered atop the Baron's head. Very creative, though I'm not sure how he knows of this event, perhaps it has something to do with the mood, I regrettably cannot say I've ever experienced such a thing, but we're all happy for him.
awesome description / interpretation here. Those kinds of trick rings would totally be something a dwarf makes under the spell of a fey spirit... and this is further proof that the game truly comes alive in the minds of the players!
now, to hassle my IRL carpenter friend to make something similar :D
I'm glad you thought it was an interesting description, just thought of it as I was reading the description of the artifact and figured if it's depicting an event, why not show the event in motion? If your carpenter friend ever actually makes something like that, be sure to share it with us, I'd be keen to see it.
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Bakeddoom: The Everlasting Indeed
On the 1st of Granite, 1067, I, Imush Kutamshorast, was elected mayor by my fellow Dwarves. I was once a humble dissector of animals, and now I stand as a representative of our great city here within the caverns of Bakeddoom, the Everlasting. The expedition leader, Dogiklitast, has stepped down from his position and retired to simpler things as he had wished for so long, based on what I can read from the journal he gave me anyways, he said it would help me rule.
The Magma Project that he started has been finished by me, and now we have multiple fully functioning magma forges waiting to produce weapons, armor, and other crafts, and we've already begun creating green glass windows and other objects of the material as well. The moat above ground which provides us with security is also finished, one may never know when war will come to our walls, even if the Goblin barbarians have not yet figured out our existence to their west. As for our Liaison, I'm not sure I quite believe the Ex-Expedition Leader's... ramblings that he has scrawled into the margins of his Journal.
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26th of Granite, 1067
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Ten farmers approached me in the street today declaring their intent to set up a Farmer's Guild, declaring themselves The Fragrant Hall, I don't particularly see whats so fragrant about them, but as a dissector myself, I can't exactly laugh at them myself. I promised them I will set up a guild hall for them as soon as I possibly could, and I do have the intent to do so. I even have a good idea where to put it, there's simply too much unused space above us, I will construct it off of the main staircase.
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I have shown this design to them, and they're very impressed that it looks like a banana, whatever that is, I intended for it to look like a hand sickle, but... if they like it regardless of my artistic ability, I have succeeded nonetheless!
6th of Slate, 1067
Our Cook went insane and went on a massacre, by the gods there's so much blood! I didn't even know the Cook was taken by a mood and couldn't find the things he needed! We have at least five wounded and 8 dead just from one cook beating people to death, not to mention all the animals he murdered! I can't even tell what happened, but it appears one of our miners was also involved in the murders, having torn someone apart with a pick. At least three more are just bleeding out on the street missing various parts of their bodies.
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10th of Felsite, 1067
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If that massacre wasn't bad enough, we have heard a massive moaning coming from the deep caverns, and not just that, but thunderous croaks, noises that could only come from some kind of massive monster from the deepest and darkest depths. I am caught in indecision, we cannot hole ourselves up down here or we will surely fall apart if only slowly! We are dwarves, we will face these monsters head-on if need be! We either die in glorious combat, or we die of starvation breathing in the miasma of death! I have ordered a draft of our most adept combatants.
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The entire fortress was slaughtered, and all because I neglected one small issue with my defenses, there was a traversable diagonal corner that I didn't see where the wall's construction was suspended, probably because the rock tagged for it's use was hauled and I didn't notice it. Perhaps someone can go in as an adventurer and retrieve that artifact wooden ring and try to contend with this strange gigantic rock frog that spits webs. If I had to say what was my biggest mistake other than that? Probably not having found any strategic metals to make weapons out of to set up a military. Also setting up in the caverns...
Bakeddoom has fallen, and with it, the hopes of setting up a breadbasket for the Dwarven Mountain Homes.
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You still have time to have an adventurer if you wish? Or a small Fortress. You started around the 12th and therefore still have MORE than a week left.
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Our Cook went insane and went on a massacre, by the gods there's so much blood! I didn't even know the Cook was taken by a mood and couldn't find the things he needed! We have at least five wounded and 8 dead just from one cook beating people to death, not to mention all the animals he murdered!
waht the fuck lol
wow... I mean that's a damn story alright! often it's the one-two punch that does in an otherwise healthy fortress.
so now there is a highly-experienced stone toad roaming the overworld, thirsty for dwarven blood . . ? AND its a web-slinger (the most dangerous variety, hands down)? That sounds like a quest in the making.
and +1 to callisto. this lengthy turn format allows for..... mistakes.....
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You still have time to have an adventurer if you wish? Or a small Fortress. You started around the 12th and therefore still have MORE than a week left.
waht the fuck lol
wow... I mean that's a damn story alright! often it's the one-two punch that does in an otherwise healthy fortress.
so now there is a highly-experienced stone toad roaming the overworld, thirsty for dwarven blood . . ? AND its a web-slinger (the most dangerous variety, hands down)? That sounds like a quest in the making.
and +1 to callisto. this lengthy turn format allows for..... mistakes.....
I think I'll be setting up another fortress. Considering that my last fortress mostly fell due to a lack of security, I'll probably make a military fort with the goal of making the terrain around it safe. And this time I'll probably settle closer to the dwarven civilization, mostly because last time I actually wasn't at war with the Goblins.
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As I said in the last post, the objective will be to create a military fortress with the goal of trying to tame the wilderness and allow trade caravans to safely cross the deserts of the World of Bones. I've checked the neighboring civilizations and we are within range of the Humans, Goblins, Dwarves ,and a Necromancer's Tower. I think the long-term goal of this fortress, whether or not I can make it that far, will be to try and topple that tower, as that's likely a heavy influencer of the stability of the lands northwest of the Mountain Homes. It is a sand desert, a warm temperature, and the trees are scarce, with wilderness surroundings. It has sand (of course), little soil, shallow and deep metals, and a flux stone layer.
I will be experimenting with my next posts, as I'm new to this succession business, and unsure if I want to keep trying to be in character for all of them. I think I'm trying to find a style that suits me without having to put too much work into it or take too much time whilst still being an enjoyable read for you guys or whoever else checks in. Should this fortress fail, either immediately or otherwise, before my time is up on this succession phase, I'll hand it off to the next person there and then.
(https://i.imgur.com/ixTLUYj.png)(https://i.imgur.com/WLYYYvX.png)
figured it would be flat, but I didn't think it'd be this flat, but that's alright, we can just dig down and build a wall around the entrance. But I'm curious about where exactly I'll be putting the entrance. Close to the water and using it as a wall might be helpful for defense, and I could put a fishing dock or something there, but it's also pretty far away from that car which isn't that big of a deal I suppose. Not to mention I could use the water from the lake to create an irrigated farm, there is a conveniently shaped small square peninsula there.
I'll get started now and provide yearly updates as I usually do.
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Jagaurs? They are easy to kill.
Now the ducks or kangaroos....watch out for them. And the melting. Melting is bad.
Hope the lake has fish. Fish is good.
And play with the posts. I change my writing style alot. You should see my first story -Toyland. I was all over the place.
The Story of Olinning (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=156495.msg6829902#msg6829902)
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very nice! to the northern deserts we roam. the tower will be. . . difficult . . to topple.
I will be experimenting with my next posts, as I'm new to this succession business, and unsure if I want to keep trying to be in character for all of them. I think I'm trying to find a style that suits me without having to put too much work into it or take too much time whilst still being an enjoyable read for you guys or whoever else checks in.
personally I stay 'in character' only as long as it doesn't conflict with actual gameplay. once I tire, I tend to default to a semi-journalistic report style that merely details major events with minimal editorialism. I admire writers who can keep the thread going, but at the end of the day it is often more interesting to see what the simulation coughs up. sometimes it is good to revisit classic tales like Boatmurdered to get in the mood .
or that one time in Duck Fortress when someone roleplayed a duck-overseer (duckverseer) . that was great
I think someone played as a literal stone, once? maybe smallhands? lol
basically, don't sweat it and don't burn yourself out lol. what you've provided so far is great!
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Jagaurs? They are easy to kill.
Now the ducks or kangaroos....watch out for them. And the melting. Melting is bad.
Hope the lake has fish. Fish is good.
And play with the posts. I change my writing style alot. You should see my first story -Toyland. I was all over the play.
The Story of Olinning (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=156495.msg6829902#msg6829902)
very nice! to the northern deserts we roam. the tower will be. . . difficult . . to topple.
personally I stay 'in character' only as long as it doesn't conflict with actual gameplay. once I tire, I tend to default to a semi-journalistic report style that merely details major events with minimal editorialism. I admire writers who can keep the thread going, but at the end of the day it is often more interesting to see what the simulation coughs up. sometimes it is good to revisit classic tales like Boatmurdered to get in the mood .
or that one time in Duck Fortress when someone roleplayed a duck-overseer (duckverseer) . that was great
I think someone played as a literal stone, once? maybe smallhands? lol
basically, don't sweat it and don't burn yourself out lol. what you've provided so far is great!
Thanks for the understanding, I'll take your guys advice to heart for later. I've finished the first year so far just carving a home out for the dwarves. My next post tomorrow will be a "real" post for the second year of the fortress. The usual stuff is going on, making houses for dwarves, making furniture, hauling tons of stone, and securing a food and water source. Hopefully, I can get a well trained enough force to take on the Necromancer once I get a metal industry set up. Yet again, though, caves are in the way. :(
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Here's the world save. Unfortunately, I have some things coming up for the holidays and I don't think I'll be able to work on it for much longer. But I'm happy with the progress I made so far. (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16248)
I'll keep an eye on things and I'll put myself back in the rotation January. Good luck to whomever is next!
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alright! no worries, 'tis the season for dramatic interruptions lol
so - who's next?
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alright! no worries, 'tis the season for dramatic interruptions lol
so - who's next?
AvolitionBrit is next. I will send him a letter.
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I'd like to take a (short) turn at some point, if there's still space available.
And a question: when playing adventure mode, is the use of DFHack's advfort (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=123944.0) allowed (for adventurer camp flavor)?
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Picking it up :)
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I'd like to take a (short) turn at some point, if there's still space available.
And a question: when playing adventure mode, is the use of DFHack's advfort (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=123944.0) allowed (for adventurer camp flavor)?
As long as it does not screw up the save you pass on. And I will add you to the list.
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I'd like to take a (short) turn at some point, if there's still space available.
And a question: when playing adventure mode, is the use of DFHack's advfort (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=123944.0) allowed (for adventurer camp flavor)?
As long as it does not screw up the save you pass on. And I will add you to the list.
Haven't had issues with it in my games, but I'll see if I find some info if there's been cases where things get screwed up in the long run.
(But probably better to just in case refrain from using it, since I can't say for certain.)
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While waiting I peeked into Legends. Most of the Settlemens are doing okay. The Coal of Prestige took back the Bridge of Awe-Inspiring.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/91/XzJ4qSoL_o.jpg)
And the Forgotten Beast in Bakeddoom has let the remaining animals starve to death. How nice of it.
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While waiting I peeked into Legends. Most of the Settlemens are doing okay. The Coal of Prestige took back the Bridge of Awe-Inspiring.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/91/XzJ4qSoL_o.jpg)
And the Forgotten Beast in Bakeddoom has let the remaining animals starve to death. How nice of it.
Well it was just a stone frog, I can't imagine it has that much dread for its fellow animals. Dwarves on the other hand...
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The Mark left
The Branded Scorpions like most goblins are a plague upon dwarven society. Their demon overlord is long dead and yet they still commit atrocities upon the world of bones. Upon us The Staff of Hide. Once a bustling dwarven community rendered into a mere bandit camp, ran by a repugnant goblin baron Gozru Terrorcalled who uses a weak puppet warlord Ubbul and his two thugs Zas and Asob the wrestlers to keep the rest of us dwarves in check.
Those who defended and fought for us are either long dead or are rotting away in goblin prisons. As part of "peace" they sent some of their members to join our ranks but i know what thats for. As our numbers continue to drop, they will eventually consume our civilization and it will become more hollow than it already is. The Still Tours, The Craft of Conunctions and The Most Blockade are already like this. This isnt mentioning the lost civilizations that no longer exist at all. The nine goblin tibes have left their mark upon our world. Its time this was ammended.
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The Mark left
Upon us The Staff of Hide. Once a bustling dwarven community rendered into a mere bandit camp, ran by a repugnant goblin baron Gozru Terrorcalled who uses a weak puppet warlord Ubbul and his two thugs Zas and Asob the wrestlers to keep the rest of us dwarves in check.
this foul puppetry shall be vanquished! . . . but who will volunteer for the quest? the heroes of yore are old, invalid, or dead. Will a new face appear, from the shadowy wastes?
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Permission to move to the latest DF version or want me to hold off on that (still playing on the previous version)
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... not sure it would transfer? fairly sure premium update breaks old saves
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the latest version of classic. We had 50.04 come out today for us here.
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the latest version of classic. We had 50.04 come out today for us here.
50. breaks save compatibility from 0.47 (even on Classic).
It's also mentioned in release notes.txt:
***Note that this version of DF is only compatible with saves from 0.50.01+.***
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Let's stay with the old one for now.
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The Pugilist of Soakedboards
"Meng back into my clinic i see, what is it this time" She gestured towards the fresh cut on her arm leaking a stream of an all too familiar crimson red liquid.
"It was a wolf feeding on a corpse on the edge of camp" " I told Ubbul we should build some fortification on this site but once again he has that goblin baron "advising him"." Meng stated coming to rest on the stump by Sarvesh.
"Yeah personally i wouldn't take it to heart, we all know how weak is claim of leader is on The Staff of Hide is. None of us recognise him as king and we even recognise Aban as king and they were a member of the branded scorpion and lasted no time at all. Not the first, even Queen Mestthos was a member of the goblins. We have had nothing but puppet royalty for years" Sarvesh ranted
"You forgot the part where the goblins joined us and then we defended them against other goblins. Not to mention how odd it was that we lose a Queen and a King and the attackers lost no one" "It was a show war, The Fenced Devil suffered no casulties what so ever" Meng replied
"Its time we put an end to the goblins reign, their "age of goblin" will come to an end" Sarvesh whispered
Before Meng could reply, Sarvesh had gotten up and walked towards Ozud, a goblin woodcutter.
"Ah, someone looks grumpy, why don't you..." Ozud jeered before he was stuck in the stomach. His green body rippiling and pulsating as his stomach churned. He vomited all over his pig tail toga as he weakly stuck out towards Sarvesh. The goblin marksman prepared a shot before being impailed upon Mengs spear.
Sarvesh Paintfist had quite the experience fighting, from a young age she had been assigned as the doctor of the site. Often dealing with aggressive mercenarys she had to learn to fight back. At first she was weak, but years of the same crass jokes, shoving and insults had made her into a Dwarven Pugilist. For fancy tools were obsolete when the dwarves greatest weapon is themselves. Ozud was shocked and was caught by surprises as a light left hook stuck his upper left arm causing him to lose balance. The perfect opening arose as a right fist hit Ozud squarely in the face.
Ozud spat out four teeth as the one cocky and cheerful goblin turned a pale green and began to fun. Sarvesh and her dog soon gave chase. Ozud felt his energy draining as he slowed. A war dog biting at his ankles. Sarvesh caught up and went in for a swing, he instincivly blocked with his left had only for him to hear a sickening pop followed by severe pain as his left hand was dislocated.
Sarvesh glaced around, Meng was hurt but stood atop the marksgoblins corpse that was drowning in blood. With the quick movement of her arms she staked the creature down into the ground. Pinning its pathetic form in place.
More blows were felt upon Ozud, as he weazed out a plee for mercy. As Sarvesh stopped to talk, he meakly went for a right hook but was too slow. A heavy left hock to the goblins left leg was enough as he fell to the ground in pain.
"Please don't kill me " Ozud begged
As Sarvesh started to speak, Ozud pulled a copper carving knife. Sarvesh dogged his weak slash before jabing the goblin square in the face, crushing his nose like a fallen tomato.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE" bellowed Warlord Ubbul. "Gozru, what should i do with them"
"Make them an example hehehe, beat them by yourself" jeered Gozru pointing her artifact crossbow towards Ubbul
"Very well"
Ubbul quickly charged Sarvesh, being intercepted by Meng. Sarvesh and her dog soon joined the battle. Ubbul was focused on disarming Meng and dealing heavy blows to her with his shield. Sarvesh saw the opening and with a precise punch to the back of the neck, Ubbul body spasmed before falling limp. With no hesitation Meng decapitated Ubbul with her spear.
Gozru began to ran, as Sarvesh dog gave chase. As Sarvesh caught up she had seen that her dog was badly wounded by the goblin baron. Sarvesh appoarched and began to unleash a flurry of blows upon the baron. His body being tenderised like a masterfully prepared dingo steak. As he fell to the ground, blows continued to land until the goblin barons head was no more than a red ooze upon the ground.
After finding and killing the last goblin, Meng turned to talk to Sarvesh.
"What will you do now?" she said inquisitively
"I need to rebuild our once glorious kingdom, after that you know what i will do"
Meng nodded as Sarvesh and her dog headed north from the camp.
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ah, chaos and violence, just to taste. . if you recall how one of the dwarven civs was taken over by a goblin leader after a coup around year 500, this story makes a whole lot of sense. The World of Bones has this game of thrones politicking feel to the legends stories.
good luck to Sarvesh.
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I love the unfolding of the story. :)
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So the forts artifacts are reinforcing Sarvesh's quest. This bed is the most recent one and the visuals go hard.
(https://i.imgur.com/qIxrgFi.png)
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I claim the bed!!! :D
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I claim the bed!!! :D
You will have to take it from Queen Erith Ropeyawn and her husband. Ahahahaha
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there is quite an assemblage of artifacts, now that we have such a history of fortresses on this world. ripe for adventurer thievin'
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The Cursed Lord
It had been many years since freeing our civilization from goblin control. We had built a grand fortress and delved the depths, we had learned the dark truth behind the adamantine but the risk and lose to the foul demons gave birth to grand artifact weapons.
The blade,
(https://i.imgur.com/2IHJf3E.jpg)
the hammer
(https://i.imgur.com/gky2kkl.jpg)
and the crossbow.
(https://i.imgur.com/w0Ixibu.jpg)
Our treasures a plenty it had not stopped goblin thieves from coming and trying to steal from us but two artifacts were stolen. A mug of raw adamantine, i know not of its fate and ring of Tin.
(https://i.imgur.com/DBjLgZo.jpg)
Lushtrusted was stolen by a goblin known as Amost Coalmighty, he had tried to claim that the artifact was a family heirloom to us but we knew the goblin was lying, sure enough the next year he stole the thing. Invited dwarves to the tower he lived at in the south. Known as Bentgoose, i was planning on going out into the world to deal with the Scorpion goblins so a small deviation wouldn't hurt.
I needed a travel partner and i knew my sister in arms Meng would be a prime candidate, I had thought she had stayed in Soakboards to run the site but when i arrived, i saw her skeletal remains incased in a rusty prision. He spear embedded in the ground by her side. I soon learned of her fate. She sought to follow me after the warlords enforcers chased me. But another dwarf in the scorpions grasp backstabed her, twisting he blade. He didn't get out of it unharmed and had been suffering from his injuries by the time he made it towards Staffhide the Citadel of Knowledge, he was unable to breath and soon suffocated. To think we burried that traitorous bastard.
I took her spear and moved towards bentgoose, the tower was odd, the land around it even more barron and devoid of life. Two dwarves stumbled towards me, their forms corrupted, they were compelled to attack me. My blade sliced through their necks with ease as i dispactched them.
I soon saw that pesky goblin, hunched over and making tea. "I will be right in master" . I wondered if one of the demon lords was in the tower. Without thinking impailed the creatures head upon my blade. As its gangly body fell limp. I snuck upstairs and was soon meet by the mummy lord himself. He was wearing the ring. He laughed at me as he began to fade from realitly. I had no time at all and in that moment i cleaved his neck, as soon as his head came apart he returned to sight minus the ring. I dug through the tower searching for the ring with no luck. The foul being must of cursed it. Lusttrusted was lost to us.
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I soon saw that pesky goblin, hunched over and making tea. "I will be right in master" . I wondered if one of the demon lords was in the tower. Without thinking impailed the creatures head upon my blade. As its gangly body fell limp. I snuck upstairs and was soon meet by the mummy lord himself. He was wearing the ring. He laughed at me as he began to fade from realitly. I had no time at all and in that moment i cleaved his neck, as soon as his head came apart he returned to sight minus the ring. I dug through the tower searching for the ring with no luck. The foul being must of cursed it. Lusttrusted was lost to us.
meanwhile, alternate universe Golem can be heard laughing his way to the sunken caverns below...
nice writeup! adding to the pile of artifact loots three legendary weapons. one of which being a squeaky-hammer
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How cool would it be if someone managed to gather all of the lost dwarven artifacts in the World of Bones together in adventure mode?
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How cool would it be if someone managed to gather all of the lost dwarven artifacts in the World of Bones together in adventure mode?
That would be a interesting adventure. But....dangerous as heck.
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Might be the longest lived dwarf/ possibly immortal now
As my turn draws towards its end, something odd has occured. I rolled a dice and got weretransformed into a kestral for a week and not long after retired at my fort to store away all the artifacts i collected.
(https://i.imgur.com/YdzZjpn.png)
Just checking her page to see if everything is okay and it now lists her as 4 years old but is an adult and is now born in the year 1075. I know immortality isnt really existant in this world but i think she was blessed with an extended life span. Checking on the legends viewer of just before booting up the fort has her original birth year listed.
(https://i.imgur.com/PKzGB9s.png)
In the fortress, she is listed as a dwarf, has all her original attributes. Is there any syndromes that effect age? I doubt it but its one of two thoughts. I think its a bug with retiring with animal curses causes the to restore everything but misses the age. So when i became a kestal it set my age to 4 as a 90 year old kestal won't exactly live long. So when the week passed during fort unretire it set everything back minus age.
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Interesting.....
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The save is here (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16310)
The branded Scorpion have been whittled down to just 4 remaining. Any cleaners wanting gear and artifacts. Staffhide the Citadel of Knowledge has a grand building with a museum of artifacts for cleaner use on top as well as weapon and armor stockpiles.
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Okay. Downloading. Will play some tomorrow. Likely Bob will be reborn!
Edit - Took a peek. What does a butler do in this universe?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/75/f6/JhvAA09x_o.jpg)
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Okay. Downloading. Will play some tomorrow. Likely Bob will be reborn!
Edit - Took a peek. What does a butler do in this universe?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/75/f6/JhvAA09x_o.jpg)
Well, a butler serves a person, I would assume a High Butler... serves everyone?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - A Totally New Character
(https://images2.imgbox.com/67/29/goM9GrYu_o.jpg)
The date was the 1st of Sandstone, 1083, and Bob of Passions, a totally original individual who was not a copy of anybody else, had emerged from the wilds and become a tanner in Daggeryawned. A dwarven hillocks which only had a few dozen citizens who lived there under control of the Rope of Idols.
It was as boring as it sounded.
Bob had green chitin and his eyes were black.
Funny enough he dreamed of mastering a skill and yet didn’t care about art one way or the other.
He liked to keep things in order and was polite.
And he had a moderate need to be with family and friends. Also he liked to practice his skills and keep himself busy.
Once again likely why he wanted to go on a adventure away from the boring life of the dwarven settlement.
He had a donkey to carry items and three war dogs.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/3e/57/eMsB7NTL_o.jpg)
It was time to go on adventure! So he collected all his equipment. His spear, water skins, and even a copper buckler and matching helm.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/ba/8b/EKY8EmwB_o.jpg)
And then headed outside to decide which direction to go on after chatting with a few of his follow citizens.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/18/ad/CwLP37X3_o.jpg)
The dwarves had little to say to him. There was little to say. The settlement was tiny and had little wealth. Though there were rumors that the Coal of Prestige were going to reclaim Daggeryawned.
Sadly the settlement was isolated from the rest of the world so trying to figure out which direction to go in would be random. Now how to decide? There was the traditional flipping of the dogs.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2f/ab/OF5fmhJh_o.jpg)
Which way to go which way to go….
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Arthur’s Note :
Looked up butler. During the middle ages the butler, from a French term meaning bottle, was in charge of the household's wines and drinks. So I guess Grognak is in charge of the booze for the Washed Council.
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the green chitin is not menacing at all, what with those black shark eyes. a perfectly amiable character. and how polite!
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Kobolds!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/d8/90/o5waKOFY_o.jpg)
Bob didn’t want to run into one of those dead zones he had heard about. When travelers wandered into a region so hot they melted unless they turned around and fled. So he decided to either move east or west.
So of course he flipped a dog and it pointed east. So east it was!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/fc/b3/yXEI9UZb_o.jpg)
But to the east were mountains. Oh well.
So west it was!
That, at least, was not blocked.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/19/53/hsaz8TbB_o.jpg)
Bob was worried about one thing. He wondered if the west had any rivers. Water was a problem in the Erased Continent.
But by noon Bob noticed, far off to the west, seemed to be another village or settlement. And between it and him was structures of some kind. Forts? Tombs? Religious centers?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/db/63/fZJoGlQM_o.jpg)
Adventure! Of course he had to explore the unknown buildings.
It was a Monastery. He examined a nearby shrine where there was a statue.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/99/18/TGhZpkM9_o.jpg)
Maybe it was about the Monastery. He would need to find somebody to talk to. But first he wondered if he should roll the die? Funny enough the shrine had no die.
Which seemed odd. He continued to explore.
He soon found a building full of statues and other objects. But no people.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/02/f5/5yToHkuq_o.jpg)
But the next statue told him little. Was it related to the site? The region? The history of the civilizatiuon that built the Monastery?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/90/9d/CviHA3L2_o.jpg)
Going upstairs didn’t help either. Had it been abandoned?
He continued to look for priests or worshipers. The only animals he noticed outside of his own were the buzzards. Not a good sign.
Then there was a building with noise coming from inside. He entered it but made sure to keep his digits off his weapons. Just in case those inside were peaceful.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/34/a1/S72OPk7H_o.jpg)
Kobolds. LOTS of kobolds.
So he had to decide. Kill or not kill?
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Arthur’s Note :
I tossed a 6 sided die.
1 to 3 I went east. 4 to 6 I headed west.
I rolled a 1. So east it was. Until I hit the mountain range.
Westward ho!
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killing peaceful, upstanding citizens sounds is just asking for karmic retribution. interrogate them for quests instead!
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killing peaceful, upstanding citizens sounds is just asking for karmic retribution. interrogate them for quests instead!
Are all the religious sites run by kobolds?
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killing peaceful, upstanding citizens sounds is just asking for karmic retribution. interrogate them for quests instead!
Are all the religious sites run by kobolds?
My experience is that monasteries are either empty or then there's some squatters outcasts, who are sometimes kobolds. Can't remember if I've ever seen one that actually has people from the religion there...
Speaking of kobolds, have you modded them so they'll be able to speak? If not, they'll just stare at you and not respond, which is quite creepy when you think of it.
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My experience is that monasteries are either empty or then there's some squatters outcasts, who are sometimes kobolds. Can't remember if I've ever seen one that actually has people from the religion there...
Speaking of kobolds, have you modded them so they'll be able to speak? If not, they'll just stare at you and not respond, which is quite creepy when you think of it.
I did not mod them. So they will likely just stare at me.
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Yeah Kobolds can't speak. So no chatting.
You enter the building, several kobolds in silent prayer. They turn to start at you.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Killing Kobolds
(https://images2.imgbox.com/0d/cc/PTLGW9eB_o.jpg)
At first he tried to talk to the Kobolds. But then realized they could not speak.
So Bob started killing them. The dogs joined in.
He took down many of them before they overwhelmed him. Once he dropped his spear it was soon over.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/57/fe/oOSdn94X_o.jpg)
And so he fell to the kobolds.
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Arthur’s Note :
At least he didn’t melt. But I’m not calling any more characters Bob. They last two or three chapters. Well, let’s see if I can get the seven dwarves to live again! And the game didn’t crash!!!
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Rest in peace, need to check legends and see what god those kobolds worship. Also put me in for another turn please.
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Rest in peace, need to check legends and see what god those kobolds worship. Also put me in for another turn please.
Adding you to the list.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Heading Out!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/8e/37/YCHMMlbr_o.jpg)
The Seven Dwarfs of the Apples of Ageless Buttery had been sent by the Craft of Conjunctions to the Waters of Uncertainty to found the Abbey of Crafts to make crafts.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/0c/90/nbWJJCdL_o.jpg)
The problem was the settlement was right on the shore of a lake. And the seven sent were not too happy about it.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/64/c8/zdkDzxMR_o.jpg)
Flick was the first to complain as it jumped off the wagon.
“They do know we may have a problem digging into the earth so close to a source of water, right?” it said as it glanced around the landscape.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/70/23/FZAivt4c_o.jpg)
Whick just shrugged. “We’re here to make a profit making toys for all the children of the world. And we’ll do or my name isn’t Sholidudil the Expedition Leader!”
“Most of that isn’t your name,” pointed out Glick the Woodworker.
“Shut up,” remarked Whick.
Blick the Mason and Snick the Jeweler both chuckled as they also stepped out of the wagon. Along with Quee the Diagnoser.
“Just cut down some trees and start digging,” said the Leader with a glare.
“What trees?” asked Glick.
“The saguaros,” remarked the Leader. “And before you ask just don’t dig near the water. And remember not to cook the Plump helmets. Get to work!”
And so on the 15th of Sandstone, Mid-Autumn, of the year 1083 the Outpost Kulet Rigoth was formed.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Settling In
(https://images2.imgbox.com/34/a6/vRKy6ljV_o.jpg)
Digging started out at once. As did the collecting of ‘wood’.
Tunnels were made. Underground pens for the pigs and chickens were carved out.
Bedrooms were created and beds were placed in some as farm plots were plowed with simple tools.
Workshops were built and the first meals were made. And the first drinks brewed. Mostly Dwarven beer and Dwarven rum.
When winter came the Leader became the Book Keeper and the Manger. And soon had the stockpiles in some kind of order. Which allowed to settlers to know what they had available to eat and drink.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/79/c4/V6iC0g1e_o.jpg)
Though, to be honest, there wasn’t much of a selection.
To add to the menu more above ground plants were collected and the draft animals, a water buffalo cow and the one-hump camel, was butchered.
A dining area was made, with a couple of tables and chairs, made from stone. Then assigned as the tavern called the Garlic of Razors.
Statues of famous, and not so famous, people were also being placed in one of the hallways.
It was becoming….home. Or at least it was roomy enough for the seven dwarves.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/b8/66/MTPmSTmw_o.jpg)
(https://images2.imgbox.com/16/96/nIh3DlPg_o.jpg)
And they were working on a Trade Depot on the surface.
Then Spring arrived. And at least the menu was a tad more interesting. Also the cook had a lot of hen eggs to go through at this point.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/68/9f/eDr4bNlV_o.jpg)
(https://images2.imgbox.com/e0/de/KhA4ACEx_o.jpg)
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rum & eggs sounds like a depression meal . . . let the biscuits flow
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I love a succession game that plays around with standard succession rules!
I'd like a turn; meanwhile, I'll be over here, digging through legends and planning what to do.
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I love a succession game that plays around with standard succession rules!
I'd like a turn; meanwhile, I'll be over here, digging through legends and planning what to do.
Adding you to the list.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Starting 1084
(https://images2.imgbox.com/bc/a1/MSzAm2Du_o.jpg)
One-humped camels roamed the surface as the dwarves found spring had sprung. Kind of. Not much had changed on the surface. And of course nothing had changed underground.
There was a thief detected at one point. But they escaped before anything could do anything about it. Funny enough the thief failed to steal also.
Then another thief appeared. A Kobold. Two of the dwarves, Whick and Snick, were formed into the Prairies of Turquoise, armed, and sent out to kill it.
In fact there was TWO Kobolds running around. One escaped. The other did not. And a silver dagger was recovered.
By mid Spring a tiny hospital had been created and the cook, Quee, was now the Chief Medical Dwarf.
And piglets were born. Lovely. More meat in the long run.
While everybody was busy they HAD completed making some toys for export.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2c/2d/fwmDHWns_o.jpg)
They were unlikely to get a lot for the toys. But the idea of the first shipment being send out did cheer a few of them up.
It was also decided to make a above ground farming plot for some of the seeds collected that could not grow underground. Strawberrys and potatoes would be a welcome addition to the food stock.
And the aboveground plants were also useful for brewing.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/62/cd/v9VlBBOO_o.jpg)
And by late spring chicks had hatched. So more nest boxes were placed in their pen. Rock hives were also ordered to be made as wild honey bees had been sighted on the surface. Mead and honey would be nice.
Then summer came.
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In fact there was TWO Kobolds running around. One escaped. The other did not. And a silver dagger was recovered.
dust for fingerprints, maybe we can determine which crime boss sent the goons in
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Poor kobolds don't know any better maybe one day they'll learn to not mess with dwarves' stuff.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The BEES!
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The new season did little to change things. Doors were crafted, meals cooked, drinks brewed, and more rocks pulled out of the earth.
The bedrooms were ordered to be smoothed out and barracks were being designed. Though nobody had started training yet.
Then it was noticed that migrants had appeared on the edge of the outpost's territory. What the heck were they doing here?!?!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/17/8f/TnJ8EHbh_o.jpg)
Seven of them. With a yak calf.
The Leader ordered the calf pastured on the surface while new bedrooms were to be dug out.
As the outpost tried to make the new comers welcomed some of the bee hives were placed on the surface and drawbridges were set up to act like a airlock. To cut off the outpost from the surface if need be.
Soon summer ended. And autumn arrived. And the outpost waited for the Traders to come. For only when the first toys were exported could they truly know victory.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Toyland
(https://images2.imgbox.com/83/29/fJIHu4PN_o.jpg)
With Autumn the Squad was expanded to six and two were assigned as training every month.
On the 11th of Linestone the dwarves cheered on hearing the caravan had been spotted. And the female Goblin outpost liaison, Wina Nawoera, had also arrived.
The Leader ordered the toys to the Trade Depot and made the Bowyer, Dobar Amalbomrek, the new Broker.
Funny enough at the meeting one of the items the liaison had on the list of exports was toys. Perfect!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/6b/1b/bmzBYRxS_o.jpg)
On the surface the toys were traded for booze, seeds, food, and produce.
The trading was done in small amounts. Each one giving the traders some profit. Which seemed to please them.
As this was happening a Temple was finished and called the Dispersed Pit. Where everybody could come and pray to whatever they wanted.
As the dwarves tried to get things into some kind of order MORE migrants arrived on the 28th of Limestone. Seven more. With a reindeer calf, a horse foal, a lamb, and a blue peachick.
More bedrooms were dug out.
It was decided that, while the traders were still hanging around, to trade some of the freshly made toys for some logs. If there was any available. They had two.
They soon left on their journey back to the homemountains.
But the settlers were happy. Making toys could make them a good profit and make them famous!
And more piglets were being born.
Then the yak calf had gown into a adult bull. And of course was killed and chopped up to be put on the menu.
Walls were smoothed out and engraved. The settlement was becoming a home.
Even the menu had expanded. From rye beer biscuits to strawberry plant biscuits and even hen egg stew. Then there was the booze. Dwarven ale, potato wine, strawberry win, and pickle berry wine just to name a few choices.
It was going all very well.
The Leader also ordered a bridge be built over the nearby stream. Or river. Or whatever it was. Then winter came.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Mission Completed
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The first action taken during the new season was the foal, which had become an adult, was slaughtered.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/51/22/5NxpHBEB_o.jpg)
By mid winter the bridge was over. The bedrooms were complete. And the next order of toys were being created.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/65/2e/ZyMAUiCE_o.jpg)
And so we end the story. As the outpost was now known as the hamlet. The Abbey of Crafts was on its way to glory.
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And so I pass on the save file. I believe Brewer Bob is next! And at least the seven dwarves from Snow White live in this world! Buwahahahahahahahaha!
By the way there are a bunch of statues of different individuals at the Abbey. So if you ever find it you might find a statue related to your turn.
Please remember we are still using 47_5
Save File - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16353 (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16353)
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Nice! Now we just need Snow White...
And so I pass on the save file. I believe Brewer Bob is next!
Agh! I'm currently having a turn (probably a longer one again) in Waterlures, so if possible, could my turn be moved several notches down? But if there's no others able to take it, I could try to squeeze some time for it in the following days...
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Agh! I'm currently having a turn (probably a longer one again) in Waterlures, so if possible, could my turn be moved several notches down? But if there's no others able to take it, I could try to squeeze some time for it in the following days...
I will move your name down and send AvolitionBrit a alert that he is up next!
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Didn't think i would get the turn back so quick. Will download and start tomorrow.
I wonder how Sarvesh is doing.
Edit: Seems a goblin made a threat at her one from The Vile Witches
Additionally The Fenced Devil have been attacking us. In the staff of hide.
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I just check my "Bridge" in legends. Seems....a duck attacked five humans...this is a weird world.
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In The world of bones, even the ducks have kill counts.
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Another year, another bridge. Well done!
sign me up for another go. The World of Bones is calling to me
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Another year, another bridge. Well done!
sign me up for another go. The World of Bones is calling to me
Adding you to the list.
In The world of bones, even the ducks have kill counts.
Oh...that should be our slogan. "Even the ducks have kill counts."
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Dug into the duck in question. The dwarves are holding a duck prisioner. I need to free this duck and convert them to the side of the dwarves.
(https://i.imgur.com/A2jAeeq.png)
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under no circumstances can we allow this false imprisonment of the duck messiah, Ustir.
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Ustir must be elevated to the position of Holy Emperor by somebody!
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They might be capable of speach, they are listed on legends as a pikeman. One of Sarvesh's daughters recently inherited the title of lady. Could do a mother daughter adventure to make a duck leader of somewhere.
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I checked legends again. I am amazed Ustir lives. As it reports that she lost her right eye and her bill in combat. I agree we have to do something for this duck!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/ec/ef/LkT8hF6K_o.jpg)
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We will rescue this duck, they will be given an adamantine beak and an golden eye
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Rescuing Ustir is top priority as Ustir is the most important duck in the World of Bones!
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I regert to inform you Ustir Fogspattered, the one eyed war prisioner duck has died of old age.
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I regert to inform you Ustir Fogspattered, the one eyed war prisioner duck has died of old age.
Sad. At least make a few statues about the duck. And make sure not to eat any of the relatives....
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I have never become so excited and then subsequently so let down, by a duck. Of course, Ustir was no mere duck, but a legend. a waddling legend with cute flappy feet
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We must build a grand memorial for Ustir! A gigantic pond worthy of the divine duck!
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The Outer lands and The Tavern at the end of the world.
The world of bones is bigger than most even realise and whilst we live in a savage boiling world, it is nothing compared to true savagery outside the world of bones limits. Those of us in the know dare not leave. Rumors of packs of starving creatures ripping you to shreads, strange ruins and foreign fauna. In my youth i had decided to go out past the limits of our maps, i had traveled to the boundary and travelled the plains unknown.
The heat begin to boil my blood, getting used the the temperature alone was tough but the things. Strange creatures with twelve three jointed limbs stalked the land, they were feast on a corpse of something unrecognisable. It wasn't long before they spotted me, i ran with all my might. I saw a structure, a tall pitch black tower and contorted and twisted itself upon the horizon. I barely managed to get in time, they left and for now i was safe.
The decorum was strange but family it was like a library of somekind, books littered the walls in massive bookcases. I walked for what felt like hours until i came across a study.
"Ah come in" he said "sit right there and tell me what brings you out here"
I sat down and was meet by a human, but he seemed different. His limbs were far too long, as he reached towards the side table i saw they were, skelatal covered with clubs of a strange brown substance that seemed to occasionally drip upon the floor.
He turned to look at me and his face was a mismatch, one eye was grey and clouded, what seemed to have been dulled by the ages whilst the other was yellow and bore a slit pupil. His nose was missing showing too deep circular chasms and his mouth was an organised mismatch of teeth, clearly not belong to one or even several creatures but each being unique.
"Ah sorry, i don't mean to startle you, i know you appearance is certainly unconventional to say the least" he spoke "you must have alot of questions but i fear we won't have much time to discuss, you were lucky to find me. The world of bones is a cruel place but once you crossed the boundary you entered the world of flesh. It is even more inhospitible as you have seen."
"It is" I muttered
"I see, well i will escort you back to the safety of your world but i ask a favor" "Never come back, even if you survive out here you become a husk, this land changes you" "I have barely survive by scavanging what i can"
"What about this tower? Certainly proves you have done something to stake a hold here"
"It was here before i came, the crude furniture is mine but the building was here and has been here long before me i am sure of it"
I soon found my head growing heavy as sleep overtook me and i soon found myself waking surrounded by dwarves.
"you okay sir, everything alright"
"Yeah, im okay"
"You should be more careful, we found you passed out on our embark site"
"Ah i see, where is ....."
"No one else with you"
"I see"
"You are welcome to join us, we are building a grand tavern on the edge of the world"
"You are most kind and i think it only fair i repay that by helping out"
"Well, what you waiting for get up and get working"
"Say what is the taverns name"
"Aye, that is something we are working on but it will be in honor of Ustir Fogpattered"
"Who were they"
"A legendary duck warr.."
"A DUCK?"
"Aye, he fought against the invaders of his sight, lost a bill and an eye but never gave up"
"Is he still alive?"
"He died imprisoned, some dwarves attempted raids to resue him but alas the old duck was far too old"
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"You are welcome to join us, we are building a grand tavern on the edge of the world"
"You are most kind and i think it only fair i repay that by helping out"
"Well, what you waiting for get up and get working"
"Say what is the taverns name"
"Aye, that is something we are working on but it will be in honor of Ustir Fogpattered"
"Who were they"
"A legendary duck warr.."
"A DUCK?"
yesssssssss. nice introduction here, reminded me of The Dying Earth series of novels, what with you wandering through hostile locales and encountering indifferent magical entities
dwarf me as "The Holy Beak" and make me militia commander (if you are truly doing a fortress tavern :D )
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dwarf me as "The Holy Beak" and make me militia commander (if you are truly doing a fortress tavern :D )
Wouldn't "Holy Bill" be more appropriate with a duck? ;)
In any case, if there's a pub and dorfings, I'd very much wish to be the manager and the profession name changed to "Quack Master". :D
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Thanks, its how i see the world of bones, its barely hospitable surrounded by the true wasteland. The is no ocean so where is off the map? . Are we in the dried ocean sea bed. Sure its gonna be a small fort but a grand tavern. Welcome aboard holy bill Salmeuk. I think milita commander is our bouncer. Let me know if anyone else wants to be dwarfed in. Everyone gets a duck title
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dwarf me as "The Holy Beak" and make me militia commander (if you are truly doing a fortress tavern :D )
Wouldn't "Holy Bill" be more appropriate with a duck? ;)
In any case, if there's a pub and dorfings, I'd very much wish to be the manager and the profession name changed to "Quack Master". :D
I am ASHAMED at my lack of subtlety, crassly titling myself as I did. For penance, I will cleanse the Great Bird-Bath of Holy Preening with nothing but a small larch branch, weeping in sorrow as I do, and praying the pure prayers of Ustir's Cult.
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I regert to inform you Ustir Fogspattered, the one eyed war prisioner duck has died of old age.
This news hurts me very deeply.
Also I'd like to be dwarfed as well.
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Well this is interesting, the last 4 migrants showed up and its Sarvesh and her family. This is lovely surprise.
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nice, I had to dig back to find out who Sarvesh was..
Sarvesh Paintfist had quite the experience fighting, from a young age she had been assigned as the doctor of the site. Often dealing with aggressive mercenarys she had to learn to fight back. At first she was weak, but years of the same crass jokes, shoving and insults had made her into a Dwarven Pugilist. For fancy tools were obsolete when the dwarves greatest weapon is themselves. Ozud was shocked and was caught by surprises as a light left hook stuck his upper left arm causing him to lose balance. The perfect opening arose as a right fist hit Ozud squarely in the face.
The badass returns, demanding more story time.
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Yeah, her, husband and youngest daughter. Her first daughter is somewhere else in the world. This will make this fort more fun.
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Can I swap my turn with Brewer Bob? I'll be away in 4th and 5th of February, and that means I'll miss a weekend if I'm taking my turn at the time it's set now. I'd rather avoid that.
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if needed, I can take over a slot as it seems Brewer has his own creations to attend to
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Can I swap my turn with Brewer Bob? I'll be away in 4th and 5th of February, and that means I'll miss a weekend if I'm taking my turn at the time it's set now. I'd rather avoid that.
if needed, I can take over a slot as it seems Brewer has his own creations to attend to
I will push Brewer Bob and StrikaAmara down the list and add Salmeuk to it.
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if needed, I can take over a slot as it seems Brewer has his own creations to attend to
That'd be great since it seems it'll take some time before I get other stuff finished.
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The Godly Bird of War (Tavern) is going well, in memory of our favourite duck. I highly recommend a visit. Best food and drink around. Good decor.
Speaking of decor, so the statues of Ustir Fogspattered's life certainly add a depth to it.
(https://i.imgur.com/sLIqz73.png)
I have other statues if you want to see them.
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I would like to see the statues depicting the legendary life of Ustir the duck.
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Quite the gruesome scene there in the statue.
Show us more statues, yes!
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a third request for more evidence of Ustir's greatness.
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Oh no...have the ducks overwhelmed AvolitionBrit? :o
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Museum game took over. Will post soon.
A duck didn't write this message
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A duck didn't write this message
That's what a duck would write!
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We gotta be careful the ducks might take over and replace us all.
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The Great Duck Preserved
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This isn't all of them but alot of them are variations of either the eye being pulled out or them being dead.
Also will upload the save soon, just need to finish things up real quick.
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How did the ducks go from being evil to being heroes?!?! This world is weird.
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Ustir was the hero we never knew we needed.
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https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16421
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I will message Salmeuk that they are next to bat and the save file is available.
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gonna pick this up this weekend. tempted to adventure... but similarly tempted to build another megalomaniacal death fortress.
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gonna pick this up this weekend. tempted to adventure... but similarly tempted to build another megalomaniacal death fortress.
Why not do both?
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you got 2 weeks
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i AM alive, despite reports to the contrary. I should have time today to venture into the bone lands
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Part 1: The Approach
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Kûbuk "Cavefinger" Äsúk led a party of 7 through the endless waste of varicolored sands and rocky badlands known as The Desert of Equaling. As far as his people knew, this desert stretched from pole to pole, a colossal region of absolutely nothing but sand, rock, and the ever-present threat of dehydration and death.
Kûbuk thus led the caravan of archaeologists and guardsman from trickling desert stream, to inland lake (though most of these were saline, due to the natural process of evaporation), to hidden oasis, and so on, never straying far from the path inscibed on the inleaf of a small leather book. This journal was once his grandfathers, who had made many similar treks in search of the western mountains and fossils contained therein, and during these journeys had left careful notes of the safest path through the badlands.
"Stop. Trouble ahead." spoke Doren, the hired guard and caravan scout, and as the party stalled they could see a ball of dust ahead. "Goblin riders! Get low!"
Kûbuk dropped with the rest of them. The caravan sat just below a ridgeline and was protected from view, and the curious dwarves crawled up on their bellies to peer at the passing goblins. A dozen or so armed and armored scouts rode atop snarling beakdogs. Their weapons appeared cruel to the dwarves, whips and hooks and cleavers, but in truth this was merely their prejudice and the goblins simply carried a wide variety of tools of the trade.
You see, most goblin-dwarf encounters involve little speaking or empathy and the resulting lack of understanding is somewhat of a learned behavior, after hundreds of years of total warfare. Though not exactly a misplaced prejudice considering what might happen should those goblins catch sight of the fairly lightly armed caravan.
The dwarves cowered atop the sandy ridge as the riders grew closer and closer, passing by far too close for comfort, before disappearing around the eastern bend in the ridge. Their trailing dust could be seen retreating further, and the dwarves celebrated, talking excitedly of the encounter. Most of the party were newcomers to this kind of adventure, having been recruited from the bookish types who were great identifiers of ancient fossils and artifacts, and much more likely to be found in the stacks at the mountainhome's libraries than trekking across the surface wastes.
The group returned to the caravan and continued west. Sunset brought the dwarves to a sunken oasis, more of a muddy water-pit than anything else, and the group struggled to filter the sediment before drinking.
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Like this, they moved across the sprawling desert valley for another week or two. They saw no further goblin patrols, thankfully, and the mood was jovial considering the strain of travel.
One day, while passing a slow stream, Kûbuk called for a halt, and the group gathered round to listen.
"Here, where the obsidian sand of the east meets the white limestone sand of the south, and so too the iron-rich sand of the west, many centuries of erosion and deposition have left buried curiosities. We will dig here for fossils and artifact specimens."
"But sir," opined Olon, one of the guards. "This world is only as old as the Gods have made it. Why would there be fossils in the ground when this plane of existence was crafted through divine artifice? And what is a fossil, anyways?"
"Quiet yourself, fool. The Gods crafted this world with careless abandon during a drunken orgy. Half of them have already abandoned us - have you not taken a look around at the state of this world? Have you not heard the stories of our forefathers of the rain-storms than brought great explosions of flowers and vines to the desert soils? Where has that rain gone?"Kûbuk waved his arms around and shook his fist at the sky during his ranting.
"It was suggested by those researchers before me that the method for creating the ground beneath our feet was much like that of a smith, folding steel to craft a sword. However during this process of folding, another god saw fit to populate the world with various beings, who were then wrapped into the folded god-materiel and crushed, preserved, entombed.... a horrible thought indeed. But how else might you explain the findings of my Grandfather?" Kûbuk pointed to the leather-bound journal. "Herein lay the notes of his journeys, and the guide to our work in the coming weeks."
"Let us call this place Cuggánmomuz, "Sandcrypts", and celebrate! Pierce that last keg of rum!"
And so, these lucky dwarves quickly discovered that the desert is a great place to get drunk (softer falls), and most fell asleep sprawled out in the still-warm sand underneath the bright, hanging half-moon.
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It's gonna be a rough waking for the drunkards when the sun rises and its scorching rays make the sand as hot as a blast furnace.
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This makes me wish you could find fossils in game.
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While watching for the next report I found this...
https://eartharchives.org/articles/australia-s-demon-duck-of-doom/index.html (https://eartharchives.org/articles/australia-s-demon-duck-of-doom/index.html)
So...dangerous ducks in Australia DID exist....
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Low key if there is another World of Bones esc world, i will happly create raws for these demon ducks of doom
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A demon duck mod sounds awesome and I feel like I need it to be a thing.
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what about a mod that allows you to play the duck people from King of Dragon's Pass? (https://glorantha.tumblr.com/post/96681973418/so-whats-the-deal-with-the-ducks)
on the topic of mods, wouldn't it be feasible to make a custom stone, name it 'fossil', and have it be processes-able at a workshop into a randomly selected variety of fossils? thinking out loud here..
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Spring, Year 1
The chosen build site was unremarkable save for the freshwater stream and abundant cactus forest.
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The party's first order of business was to secure a small patch of ground from roaming beasties. A moat was planned, and the four Apprentices got to work shoveling the sand. Meanwhile, the two hired guards wandered the vincinity in search of wild vegetables and grains.
The local trees were more akin to bushes.
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And Kûbuk? He was already laying out the dig sites.
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Four precisely aligned pits and accompanying staircases would provide access to the fossil-rich stone underneath. A modest start, indeed, but for this small of a party, even slight tasks took a great deal of time and effort.
The walls of the dig site
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The red sand started weeping . . . an aquifer!
The water tasted of minerals and was mostly undrinkable.
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A shallow one, too, but not very strong. This region was at the bottom of a long, descending valley and so the dwarves supposed that all the water that rained in the northwestern mountains trickled down the various streams and rivers and collected itself here, underneath the sand. Wooden slats were crafted from the cactus-spines of the local Saguaro population and installed to prevent leaks, and digging continued.
Kubuk's party brought many goats.
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Our goats took happily to the desert environment, climbing the lone highwood tree and escaping the sun's heat in the shade of the branches.
Z+1 view of the moat and lone highwood tree overlooking the fast-flowing desert stream
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The first stone layers were a curious mixture of siltstone and Jet, just as Kûbuk's grandfather had described. The siltstone was of particular importance for fossils, as it usually contains trace impressions of ancient life.
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"Siltstone, also known as aleurolite, is a clastic sedimentary rock that is composed mostly of silt. It is a form of mudrock with a low clay mineral content. Siltstone was prized in ancient Egypt for manufacturing statuary and cosmetic palettes."
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"Jet is a type of lignite, the lowest rank of coal, and is a gemstone. Unlike many gemstones, jet is not a mineral, but is rather a mineraloid. Jet is a product of decomposition of wood from millions of years ago, commonly the wood of trees of the family Araucariaceae. The adjective 'jet-black', meaning as dark a black as possible, derives from this material."
Kûbuk would take the freshly-struck siltstone boulders up to the examination tent, where a table and drawers were set up to provide the perfect surface for processing the fossil-bearing stones. He spent many hours in this tent, leaning over the short table with his set of steel tools and monkey-hair brushes. Delicate, solitary work, much to the chagrin of the four apprenctices, who questioned whether he intended to teach them anything at all or instead trick them into weeks of back-breaking manual labor in the middle of a burning wasteland with no way to escape.
The guards were silent, usually. Their fascination with berry-picking waned and they were left to their own devices, often disappearing for hours at a time roaming the nearby dunes. The local terrain (or lack thereof) allowed a scout to see any movement for miles.
Impressions of ages past. . .
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These first fossils were not much to look at, but Kûbuk insisted they represented very important discoveries and that all present should feel awestruck by their retrieval from the under-stone. Kûbuk's fanaticism was beginning to show. His red-rimmed eyes, strained from the intense staring needed to differentiate between stone and fossil, peered down at the gathered apprentices and deep into their souls.
Were they believers, like him? Would they learn to worship the process itself, rather than those ancient gods?
The blue leaves of a young highwood tree stand out against the red sand.
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Looking nice!
on the topic of mods, wouldn't it be feasible to make a custom stone, name it 'fossil', and have it be processes-able at a workshop into a randomly selected variety of fossils? thinking out loud here..
Yeah, it's doable. I've actually made several into my personal mod: toadstones (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toadstone) (bufonite, fossilized teeth of lepidotes) and tonguestones (https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/tongue_stone) (fossilized shark teeth). They're treated as gems, so they spawn in small clusters. (Not much use for them currently, but they're there as low value gems.)
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Where did the art work for this come from, it's quite nice.
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I can only assume a library and museum will be made and be massive.
Edit - Talking about fossils and giant birds...
https://www.cnet.com/science/biology/scientists-find-fossil-of-largest-penguin-to-ever-roam-earth/?fbclid=IwAR2mgxy07SfZU277xGv6cmARv6_wSNWYx68wZnmWrwnvyppiK5VOZncp2Hc (https://www.cnet.com/science/biology/scientists-find-fossil-of-largest-penguin-to-ever-roam-earth/?fbclid=IwAR2mgxy07SfZU277xGv6cmARv6_wSNWYx68wZnmWrwnvyppiK5VOZncp2Hc)
This is becoming somewhat Lovecraftian....
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Where did the art work for this come from, it's quite nice.
its AI. i use dreamstudio.. my trick is to prompt the generation with specific artists, who impart a certain sought-after feeling. obscure polish oil painters from the 1800's work well in my experience. Artur Grottger for example. Juliusz Fortunat Kossak was used for today's images!!
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One day, four malnourished dwarves appeared out of the eastern foothills, cheering elatedly and begging for something to eat. They were smiths and jewelers and other crafty types, escaping a goblin ambush that destroyed their caravan... with no food they began to follow this stream west in hopes of finding a road, but it was days and days of travel with nothing to show for it. They tried to kill one of the stream turtles but Cerol lost a finger in the process so they gave that up and eventually came upon Kubuk and the party.
After a quick discussion with the others, Kubuk decided to sign on these survivors as laborers. This would give the Apprentices some much needed rest.
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The hungry four looked at the scrawny group of dwarves who now offered up their sweat-stained pickaxes, and thought about how far away they were from anything else, but also of the freshly brewed ales and wines that rested right there ... and gave in quickly to the proposal.
The brilliant white and yellow flowers of the summer season.
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Kubuk later reflected on this. "My grandfather had described this place as 'as distant from populations as one might expect to find themselves, in this corner of the world', yet here appeared a group of newcomers only one season after founding the site. In the half-century since this journal was inscibed, the desert has grown more populous than he could have ever imagined. Too much attention is not good for us - there is no good way to defend sprawling dig site."
The excavation site continued to flood while the dwarves were busy.
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In Autumn, a traveling caravan arrived from the south. They brought no news.. but a fair amount of food and drink were acquired for some basic crafts, whipped up by the dwarves at the last minute in hopes of stockpiling for the next few seasons.
They covered themselves to avoid the sun's burning gaze.
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So too arrived more dwarves. Not survivors, but a group of mercenary fighters in search of work. Kubuk invited them to eat, and shared with them a feast of goat and fisher berries. They soon agreed to patrol our camp for pests and wild beasts, in exchange for more of that delicious goat.
Walls of black jet were built, and a moat was filled.
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The dwarves were busy for another season like this. In the end, an artificial island of sorts was left, with a short doorway on the south. Hopefully unnecessary - the worst threat so far were the biting turtles who hid near the deepest troughs, where the water ran slow, and swimmers might find themselves losing a toe or three.
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The goats were happy little creatures, indeed.
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Life continued, slowly...
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creepy crawlers (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/Creepy_crawler)dancing in the sand.
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its AI. i use dreamstudio.. my trick is to prompt the generation with specific artists, who impart a certain sought-after feeling. obscure polish oil painters from the 1800's work well in my experience. Artur Grottger for example. Juliusz Fortunat Kossak was used for today's images!!
I wasn't sure if it was AI or not because those images were more coherent and refined looking than most AI generated pictures of plants.
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Nice update!
While I usually absolutely detest AI generated art, I have to admit that those are actually quite nice ones you got there.
Also, damn those dorfs are moving fast in the gifs!
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Milkfish? Wait, you have live fish someplace? How do you do that? I never knew you could fish farm...or am I missing something?
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its AI. i use dreamstudio.. my trick is to prompt the generation with specific artists, who impart a certain sought-after feeling. obscure polish oil painters from the 1800's work well in my experience. Artur Grottger for example. Juliusz Fortunat Kossak was used for today's images!!
I wasn't sure if it was AI or not because those images were more coherent and refined looking than most AI generated pictures of plants.
Nice update!
While I usually absolutely detest AI generated art, I have to admit that those are actually quite nice ones you got there.
Also, damn those dorfs are moving fast in the gifs!
yeah AI doesn't always do plants. often too impressionistic, or lacking texture.. i really feel that a lot of AI art is like hunting for records in a music shop. you'll know it ('it' being the composition you are seeking) when you see it!
truth be told I remain somewhat reserved about the future of humankind and our relative worth compared to machines. obviously I do not wish to view humans through that lens, but many people much wealthier than I, do - creative output will finally be something capitalized. but I have had extremely pleasurable moments of viewing new subjects through the generated lens of older art styles. its like rediscovering your favorite artists all over again.
in some ways AI art is destructive because it threatens to make history itself look fake, or generated. . again there are many sides to this technology.
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It was in Spring of the following year when the dwarves struck an archaeologist's worst nightmare - metamorphic stone. It was impossible for fossils to survive the processess of the mantle, where pressure and heat combined to forever transmute the stone's texture. This particular layer of schist sat 8 z-levels below the surface.
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Varieties of this rock type share similarities in appearance (schistosity) but may be highly variable in composition. Individual mineral grains are discernible by the naked eye. This property sets it apart from slate. Schist is one of the most widespread rock types in the continental crust.
The word schist is derived ultimately from the Greek word σχίζειν (schízein), meaning "to split",[1] which refers to the ease with which schists can be split along the plane in which the platy minerals lie.
As he investigated the quarry, Kûbuk noticed something. . wrong. . with the exposed stone, muttering to himself as he worked. "Intrusions of some kind, bubbles of a white mineral, calcite perhaps? And these hardened oblong tubes look like egg casings.. are these bore holes in the side?"
Kûbuk cracked open one of the calcite bubbles, revealing what looked like invertebrate fossils, covered in a white dust . . impossible. He moved the boulder to examine the alien object closer. Similar to a horseshoe crab, yet different enough to seem strange. Kûbuk knew that the earliest life was in many ways different from that which existed today. Some creatures were much larger or much smaller, and looked like those that exist today but with different limbs or head shapes.
Ancient creatures, big and small
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This was sensational!
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Under no circumstances should you casually crack open strange cocoons you find 100m underground.
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Then, Kûbuk noticed it was moving. The small crab thing stirred and turned itself over, revealing a shiny black carapace. In fact the whole boulder now appeared to be awakening, as each entombed creature wriggled free from their stone cocoons. There was a horrible clicking noise as this swarm of fossil-crabs descended upon Kûbuk, with their hunger audible as clicking mandibles tore at his robes and flesh.
The others heard this and only appeared in time to witness Kûbuk's small frame (they were looking from the desert sand above the excavated pit) consumed by a dark cloud of strange insects.
It was the quick thinking of one of the caravan survivors, Rimtar, who thought to cut a channel from the stream to the quarried pit, flooding the excavation site entirely. If the black cloud of insects hadn't killed him, the water surely will
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In other circumstances the dwarves would have carried on - but Kûbuk was kind of the show-runner around here and none of the remaining dwarves cared as much about this particular site as Kûbuk had. And whatever had just eaten Kûbuk was also a lingering thought in the minds of all those present, though no one really wanted to talk much about it. The three witnesses who saw the most pioneered a meeting where they called for abandonment of the campsite and escape. This was agreed upon, though not without dissent. . . the hired guards felt like this gig was pretty good all things considered and had no reason to fear a couple of weird bugs. Regardless, they were to leave immediately..
The group instructed the carpenter to construct a caravan cart, which was loaded up with foodstuffs and some of the precious gems uncovered during the digging, and then set off to the east, in search of civilization, where they would then split the proceeds of the sale of the jewels and go their separate ways.
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Thus ends the tale of Sandcrypts, with Kûbuk "Cavefinger" Äsúk having dug where one should not, in search of answers to trite questions (answers readily available in the learned writings of priests and philosophers), and ultimately died in vain defiance of the gods of this land.
DFFD save: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16444
I kind of wanted to write more but ran out of irl time. I'll take another turn in a week or two, perhaps.. thanks for reading and I look forward to more tales from the world of bones :>
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Downloading the save as I type and will start tomorrow. Will add your name to the bottom of the list.
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Great story, i enjoyed the narrative of excavating and seeing the strange creatures of the before times. We must be wary and not delve too deep
Sign me up for another turn please.
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Signing you up AvolitionBrit
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Snow White
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Snow Volal, whose last name meant White, was a human fish dissector in the Bridge of Awe-inspiring. A dwarven settlement with few hundred citizens.
She was broad and very muscular. Her eyebrows were extremely low and her long dark gray-brown hair was braided. Her short ears were extraordinarily broad and her eyes were slightly protruding. Her skin was pale brown.
She viewed cooperation as not worthy of respect. She also found the idea of independence and freedom as somewhat foolish. And didn’t value merrymaking.
On the other hand she respected fair-dealing and fair-play. And she, like many, dreamed of a great discovery.
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Yet her home was in danger. In fact it was always in danger. For some reason the town of Sazir Gostang was always being invaded and counter-invaded by humans, dwarfs, cows, and ducks. It was almost as if the bridge with the tavern on top was valuable to somebody.
So she packed up her things. It was time to leave.
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Which included her copper war hammer, copper buckler, bronze breastplate, and two water skins.
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She also collected her horse and three war dogs before going to the bridge to give it one last look.
She examined one of the statues.
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She realized there seemed to be fighting happening around even as she examined the artwork. In fact somebody called out for her help.
She decided to flee without chatting with her family and friends. Heck with this! She didn’t help people. That was cooperation!
She moved south with her animals and left the fighting and the feuding behind her. She didn’t even flip one of the dogs which was a tradition at the time.
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And so she entered the Desert that made all intelligence creatures equal before the eyes of the burning sun and the sands of melting death.
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She didn’t even flip one of the dogs which was a tradition at the time.
*shocked pikachu face*
let the journey begin.
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Ah, finally we get to see what kind of person Snow White of the World of Bones is!
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I've never seen that into before.
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World Of Bones - Succession World - Following The River
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Snow White decided to head west. To meet with and follow the river. Surely it would take her to someplace civil. A town or city.
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So she went westwards. But soon came upon dark pits. She could not travel through them and had to move more southwards to stay away from them. The pits were NOT civil.
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Realizing she would soon be trapped between more dark pits and mountains she turned back and followed the river in the other direction.
The river ended in the hillocks of Dodoktun. Also known as “Claspeddoor”. She tried to find any buildings. A house or a store.
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Then she found a Castle Mound? Was this settlement one of dwarfs?
Funny enough as she approached the huge mound she noticed that she seemed to have four dogs now.
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Yes, the Castle Mound was full of dwarfs. Well, not full. She saw ten.
She started to talk to the nearest one. A weaver named Dumat Ensebducim.
She asked about the hillock and tried to expand her knowledge about the settlement.
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The weaver talked about the main market and something about a zombie. Though Blockadevessels did sound more interesting being the center of trade.
She asked about it and received directions towards the market center. In other words the Abbey of Blossoming? Funny enough the weaver had mentioned Blockadevessels but had NO idea what or where it was.
Nor did it know were Blossoming was either. So Snow started asking others about the trade center.
It turned out a dwarf named Iden Paperrings would know where it was. Too bad nobody in the mound knew where Iden was.
After some more talking, then some shouting, she decided to leave the mound and decided not to bother with the other mounds. Idiots. How can they trade with a city when they don’t know where it is?
She decided to check out her map. It showed more towns and cities to the east. Dwarfs mostly. Maybe one of them would know something of interest?
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East it was!
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She decided to check out her map. It showed more towns and cities to the east.
<<snip!>>
East it was!
Somebody needs to teach Snow White the art of dog flipping!
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Yes some one must, we can't let the tradition die!
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Army or Treasure?
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Snow White approached the Hillock of Plankhoists.
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She searched for the Castle Mound or City Hall Mound to ask about the region and so on. She found a Civic Mound by the time the sun was setting and entered it.
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The Civic Mound was full of dwarfs and a few goblins. And even one human. There was also books and items on the floor. Kind of messy to be honest.
She looked for somebody in charge. She decided to talk to Amxu Kutsmobum who was the goblin sheriff.
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His information wasn’t very interesting but at least he gave her permission to spend the night in the mound. So she took herself, and her animals, into a corner and went to sleep.
She woke up in the night, hungry and thirsty, so had some water and a meal of rabbit meat.
Then went back to sleep for a few hours.
When she woke up she had another meal, a proper breakfast, of water and another meal of rabbit meat.
It was raining outside the mound. She went to look at a nearby statue she had passed during the afternoon.
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Seems to be a goblin but she had no idea who it was and why they had a statue in the middle of this hillock.
She decided to move on. Eastwards it was!
Though she was still hungry and thirsty. And she wondered when the next source of water would show up?
The next hillock was called Ramparthonors. Once again she looked for the center of government.
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She found a Civic Mound and a Castle Mound. She went to the Castle Mound.
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There were some dwarfs and display cases. It seemed smaller than it should be.
She started to ask questions.
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The same old same old. She decided to ask about any troubles.
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So….go stop an army or find a treasure? Descisions, decisions!
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I have a feeling that the army marching might be old news... So, I would suggest a treasure hunt.
...Or possibly make the decision by flipping a dog! :P
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Missing treasure is always fun
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - A Dark Fortress
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So, time to decide. She grabbed a dog and flipped it. If it landed on its back she would go for the treasure. If it landed on its front she would go stop an army.
It landed on its back. So Treasure it was! Time to find the Worshipful Deeps, a sard amulet, which the goblin Ngebzo Hatredtyphoon wanted. Which was in the Bad Honey in Menacegorge.
Now where to find where that was!
So she decided to ask Rith for more information.
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Rith showed her on her map where it was. To the west…oh boy. She wondered if she would have to go around the pits?
She stepped out, into the rain, to look at her map.
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It was close. It was also a DARK Fortress on the OTHER side of Dark Pits and the lake. So it was would a LONG and ROUND about walk. Still, she might get some water from the lake on the way there. Or from the river as the lake was close to the pits.
She headed westwards, bypassing the hillocks, returning to the river. Where she had a drink, refilled one of the skins, and had a meal, and went to sleep after starting a campfire.
She woke up in the middle of the night, drank some more water, ate some more rabbit, restarted the fire, and went back to sleep.
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Weird enough she still woke up hungry and thirsty. She drank from the river, twice, ate the last of the rabbit and ate some mountain goat. She was finally full.
On the way marching towards the Dark Fortress she found a Hamlet surrounded by trenches. Something she had never seen before. The place was called Metdikes. She decided to go to the Mead Hall or City Hall or whatever the government seat was called to ask about the Dark Fortress.
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The Hall, or what ever it was, was empty. A bad sign? She had noticed a lot of groups moving about. Even in the night. Were armies patrolling?
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Snow White pondered moving on to the Dark Fortress. Or should she search the Hamlet for signs of life? Had it been attacked? Had populace been wiped out? Were they all out on patrol?
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Author’s Note:
1 to 3 Army. 4 to 6 Treasure.
I rolled a 4. Treasure it was!
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Searching the hamlet sounds safer than messing with a dark pit, so I say find the people of the hamlet.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Army Of Darkness
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Snow White, after eating another meal and drinking some water, searched the hall for any books or any clues about the history of the Severity of Virtue. Which was the name of the building.
While there were a few books, which she read, none had any knowledge that she needed.
The Book of The Mountain Halls and Record of a Goblin were boring books. On the other had she found a helm and a shield!
And she also picked up a large round yellow zircon cabochon.
She went back to check out the Hamlet.
Metdikes had houses. Not ruins. Houses!
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And human corpses started to rush out of the nearest one. She pulled out her copper war hammer and prepared to fight!
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Even as the hammer went to work and the animals attacked, slowly overwhelming the undead, Snow White noticed out of the corner of her eyes more undead approaching.
Her animals spread out, the idiots, to attack the corpses. She realized she needed to flee.
So she ran away. She hoped her animals would follow but she didn’t look back and planned to go back to the hall. Maybe they would find her there.
She stopped at the river to refill her skins and take a drink.
At the hall she found her horse and one of the dogs. And more undead!
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After killing the corpses she fled the area. She realized the roaming bands she had noticed since arriving in the area must have been the undead.
She went to the nearest river to recover. Only the horse and one dog showed up.
She took a bath and drank from the river. As the dog went and attacked some local wildlife Snow pondered what to do next.
The treasure seemed out of the question at this point. Maybe dealing with a normal army would be easier?
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Author’s Note:
Found the people. Kind of.
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Damn, that's always a scary experience when undead barge out of houses and your adventurer is still inexperienced and ill-equipped. I've lost more than a couple characters that way...
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Well I guess that explains where the people were.
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I am starting to see why my sites have been wiped out or fought over. Too many god damn vampires..er....undead.
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This is the world of bones, what did you expect :P
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Worthless Dead Ravens
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Snow White, now clean and well fed, decided to try to find the army that she had been told about.
She also needed more food. And there were fat ravens living by the river. If she could kill a few.
After killing three birds, and making a sharp rock to cut them up with, it turned out they were too small to butcher.
For some reason, maybe because of a accidentally strike during the fight, the dog was attacking the horse.
She grabbed the dog to keep it under control and headed east.
Even with nightfall she refused to stop till she was at the hillock of Claspeddoor.
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Needing to eat, drink, and sleep, she kept control of the dog, the horse was no where to be seen, and headed towards the Castle Mound to ask for shelter.
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She found a mound full of dwarfs who seemed friendly and were willing to share the space. Maybe they remembered her first visit?
She ate, drank, and went to sleep.
Of course she woke up in the middle of the night, had some food, drank some water, and went back to sleep.
When morning she was still hungry but decided to skip breaking her fast to try to find the army.
She went outside, in the morning sun and the clear sky, and checked her map to see if it could tell her where Quietfigure was.
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The Quietfigure, which was a Fortress, was beyond the pits and the undead and the Dark Fortress. Not someplace she wanted to go to. Maybe she should return to the Castle Mound and ask them about THEIR own troubles?
OR take the long way around to get to Quietfigure? The map suggested a long river. That would be interesting to see….maybe. And it would supply her with fresh water while she travelled.
But did she want to go all that way to get into a fight with an army? Or find the place already taken over by invaders?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - So The Journey Starts
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Snow White flipped a dog to decide. As the dog landed on its back it was a journey to Quietfigure then!
She sighed and headed to the river to top off her skins, and to top off herself, and eat a meal before heading northwest to try to bypass the pits and the undead patrols.
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There was a mountain range, the southern point which she had seen, but now she had to go around the northern side of it.
As the sun started to lower, and her tummy growls, Snow White found the Hillocks of Girderact as she turned around the northern tip of the range. In the Hills of Labyrinths.
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As she approached the mounds she stopped to eat and drink. She wanted her stomach under control before talking to…whoever lived in the hillocks.
She pulled out her war hammer. Just in case.
Before she could enter a mound a monk came walking along one of the roads. She greeted them and tried to gain some knowledge of the place.
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Sadly the monk, named Rovod Tarmidudil was less than helpful. As Rovod was also a visitor.
So she asked the monk a fe questions about itself.
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She learned very little. She decided to move on. There was nothing here to learn. She headed northwest out of the hillocks. Well, northwestish. It turned out she had NOT reached the northern tip of the mountain range. There was a LOT of mountains to go!
Soon night came and she had to stop in the middle of nowhere to start a campfire, eat a meal, and go to sleep. Funny enough she did not feel the need to eat or drink. But the fire made her feel a little less lonely. And the dog helped too.
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And she went to sleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night, hungry, thirsty, and finding the fire went out. She restarted it, drank from one of her skins, and ate some eagle meat. She then went back to sleep.
She peeked at the map the next morning, with the sun already high over the eastern horizon, as she prepared to move on.
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She realized she would have to continue to move north, follow the mountains, to get around the massive mountain range.
She hoped her food and water lasted long enough.
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By afternoon she was just turning around to the west and noticed patrols and a building or complex. She stopped to have a meal, drink some water, and prepare to try to sneak past whatever was in front of her. While she pondered how to do this she picked some lettuce she found growing in the forest. She ate one leaf. She also found a pond of water. But it was stagnant.
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Still, a skin of stagnant was better than no water…right?
But she could not make herself drink it and she emptied the skin. Still, she collected more lettuce. She was running out of eagle meat.
She also examined the pond. None of the water was something she could drink. Still, it was interesting so see how many trees grew there and to see so much water in one place. Turnips and grape vines also covered the forest floor. This place, on her map, was called the Hills of Velvet. Kind of made sense,.
So…how well would she do in bypassing the dangers ahead? Or was she overthinking it? Maybe the patrols were civil folks trying to protect their settlements?
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Author’s Note:
1 to 3 to stay and ask questions. 4 to 6 to walk to Quietfigure. Rolled a 5. A long walk it is.
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I wondered when the lettuce would become relevant.
ah. I recall when I first started playing adventure how one of my characters died of dehydration after I stupidly tried to cross some gigantic mountain range or another. very rarely do eating / drinking mechanics enhance the realism of a game but I feel like DF is an exception. perhaps cataclysm dda as well. tedious and expensive, just like real life :P
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I wondered when the lettuce would become relevant.
ah. I recall when I first started playing adventure how one of my characters died of dehydration after I stupidly tried to cross some gigantic mountain range or another. very rarely do eating / drinking mechanics enhance the realism of a game but I feel like DF is an exception. perhaps cataclysm dda as well. tedious and expensive, just like real life :P
You do have to stop and gather food or hunt. It does make you worry about supplies and water sources. Good stuff.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Being Sneaky
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Snow White collected some more lettuce before moving on to try to sneak around the patrols.
After another sip from her skin she made a run to get pass the complex and patrols.
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By nightfall she was heading southwest on the other side of the range. She stopped to eat, drink, and sleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night, had a meal and some water, and went back to sleep.
In the morning she had a lettuce leaf, grabbed the dog, and headed southwest. She would need water soon.
After dodging a few sites she found the river on her map. One that went in the correct direction to boot.
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She refilled the skins, drank til she was full, and ate the last of the eagle meat. Then she went searching for plants or herbs she could eat. Found some red spinach which had leaves she could eat. She picked as many as she could as she followed the river south.
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By nightfall she had full skins and lots of spinach leaves in her pack. She made a fire and went to sleep.
Of course she woke in the middle of the night, had another leaf, some water, went back to sleep on the cold sandy ground after restarting the fire.
When morning came she went to the river, refilled the skins, drank deeply, and moved south with the lone dog.
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all this leaf eating. . . dont forget your vitamins
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all this leaf eating
It's quite annoying that you can't gather the same stuff in Adventure mode than in Fort mode, so you end up only picking leaves and hope they're EDIBLE_RAW. :'(
...Fortunately it's quite easy to fix (though tedious) by adding growths to the plants. And it's one of the changes you can do after world gen (but I can't confirm it's 100% safe even though I've never had issues).
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It's weird that you can't eat somethings in adventure mode, I remember once that the game wouldn't let me eat a bit of cheese I found, I was very disappointed that all I could do is lick it.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Goblins!
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Snow White continued in a southwest-south direction while keeping an eye on the river to the west. In case she needed water or maybe food she could gather or hunt down.
Funny enough, she found a lake, and went to drink from it and look for food while it rained.
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As she explored the shore she heard water fowl. She did find some spinach to eat.
As she left the lake and moved south, and southwest, she came across another lake and stopped to search for more food.
Also the sun was getting lower in the sky and she wanted a place near the water to camp.
As she searched she found, and attacked, some hippos. But they escaped into the waters of the lake.
She found, and attacked, another herd of hippos but they ran away. Cheats.
She picked a clear area near the lake, started a campfire, and went to sleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night, ate a meal, drank some water, and went back to sleep.
When morning came she had breakfast, more spinach and water, refilled the skins, and went south towards Quietfigure.
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She had found the Fortress. Or at least the entrance. And it seemed hard to move. Like she was walking through thick mud.
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Then she heard a LOT of noise from inside the nearest building.
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“Crap!” she said as she pondered if to flee or to pull out her hammer.
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Quite a few goblins standing up there.
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twenty dwarfbucks on the narrow-eyed mechanic
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Sure are a lot of people standing up at once, wonder if they all woke up at the same time or something weird.
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Sure are a lot of people standing up at once, wonder if they all woke up at the same time or something weird.
Everybody's crowding at the bar, the drinks are to die for ;)
/s. I'm guessing the tavern is beyond packed, so patrons end up standing on top of one another. Happens often, from my adventuring experience, especially when goblins are involved.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Stupid Time!
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Snow White was finding it hard to move. Very hard. Like the air had thickened around her.
She pondered trying to withdraw and, maybe, approaching the Fortress from another direction?
“Why…is this…so hard?” she grunted as she tried to move forward with the hammer in her hands.
So she turned around, left the Fortress, and tried to approach it from the east.
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That didn’t work either.
So she went south, outside the road system, and tried to approach it again.
Nope.
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She went outside the road system and it was still weird. Like she was trying to move against a river of time in an ocean of space.
“This is silly,” Snow complained to the dog. “What in the World of Bones is going on?”
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Author’s Note:
How many goblins does it take, in one Fortress, to tank my FPS? I think the tavern isn’t the only thing packed with goblins. I think the whole Fortress might be full. I know my laptop is tiny but it has NEVER done this before. I inch forward after a few minutes hitting the keys.
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Some many goblins they break the flow of time, It is terrifying.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Good Old Fashion Exploring
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Snow White decided to give up on Quietfigure, go to the nearest civilized settlement, and ask what the heck was going on?
By the time she reached the river night had fallen. And it was raining.
“Darn it!” she said as she looked for someplace to start a fire and maybe stay dry?
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She found a tree and started a fire. She ate a meal, drank some water, and went to sleep with the hope that the tree would not burn and fall on her.
Of course she woke up in the night, ate another piece of lettuce and drank some water, then went back to sleep.
She woke up when the sun showed up, grabbed the dog, ate some more lettuce, drank from water from her skins and went to find a river to refill them. And maybe find something to gather for food. And it was still raining.
Now she wanted to find the nearest town. That had living people. No dead ones.
She followed the river east.
She ended up camping again near the river and not too happy with the camp site.
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Too many unknown structures near her. Were they tombs? Temples? Forts full of undead?
Same old same old, went to sleep after lighting a fire, woke up, ate a meal, drank some water, went back to sleep.
When sun was shining she had breakfast, grabbed the dog and headed northward. There was a settlement someplace up here. She had passed a few on the way down.
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And she was right. A hamlet named Blossomedtoes. While here she would ask questions and….likely steal food from the fields.
Would the people be normal? Would they be undead? Would they be rude?
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Some many goblins they break the flow of time, It is terrifying.
I've checked the 1053 Legends export; way back then, QuietFigure was listed at 2,274 goblins and 20 humans. "Enough goblins to break the flow of time" is pretty accurate.
BlossomedToes (and its neighboring hamlet, LivingApes) is listed as being completely surrounded by monasteries; 15 of them in total. I presume those are the structures Snow White is passing by.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Urge To Kill….
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Snow White first explore the fields. The fields had been prepared not seeded No food there.
She continued to search. And found a statue.
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A marble statue of a human encircled by other humans. She had no idea what was happening.
She moved on, moving closer to the buildings, while looking for food. Or anything that could be useful.
She found a herd of horses. Maybe they belonged to the hamlet? Of course she decided to murder one if she could.
They all ran away when she tried to kill them. Stupid horses.
As she crossed the bridge and drank from the river she did find and collect some spinach.
Then she decided to head straight for the buildings and put her hammer away. Just in case the populace was friendly.
She entered what seemed to be a very crowded house. Full of humans. She quickly greeted the nearest and asked the normal questions.
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Boring.
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Less boring?
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Not Quietfigure again! She decided to focus on the missing treasure.
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Oh no. Now she would have to find somebody to ask about where somebody is to find somebody who may, or may not, have a object somebody else wanted!
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Snow White sighed. Looks like she would have to question everyone.
After much worthless talking she decided nobody in the house knew anything. Maybe she needed to find the Mead Hall or City Hall?
So she left the building and started to explore again.
Going north she found the Cinder of Safety and approached. And goblins poured out.
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Snow White was surprised and failed to pull out her hammer. But they seemed too busy running away. Something about fighting?
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She moved towards the building and, yeah, somebody was trying to murder the goblins.
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Snow White pulled out her hammer and moved forward. She entered the hall. It was full of blood and body parts. Seems one of the goblins were trying to kill everybody.
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She tried to talk to the goblin and calm it down. Nothing worked. It even shouted at her that SHE should calm down.
She withdrew from the door and stepped outside. She had no idea how the fight had started and who was fighting who.
Should she join in? Wait it out? Claim the site for herself after they had killed each other?!?!
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your modifications to pronouns and genders seems to have resulted in wonky sentences, but it adds to the general hilarity. . "I attacked me only a few hours ago!" ? ? ? lol
getting stabbed in the foot oof. while other games might have you perform a specialized 'hamstring' attack . . in DF you have many creative options for a crippling strike. here, it appears the NPC's have taken to such rogueish maneuvers
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your modifications to pronouns and genders seems to have resulted in wonky sentences, but it adds to the general hilarity. . "I attacked me only a few hours ago!" ? ? ? lol
I think I've seen this happen in vanilla DF adventure mode? (Or perhaps I just remember the wording wrong...)
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Where Do I Store My Map?
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Snow White decided to try to stop the slaughter and entered the building.
Funny enough while everybody inside the hall was still freaking nobody seemed to be fighting anymore.
Snow White put away her hammer and approached the Lord of the Hall. Or at least the person who seemed to be the Lord.
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Snow White rolled her eyes but asked about the bandits.
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Of course the bandits were using a monastery as a hideout. Seemed to be a habit all the bandits used.
Snow White went outside to check on her map. The hall was too loud and messy. Body parts and blood all over.
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Bodicewheat was not that far to the northeast. Would only take some backtracking and then exploring new lands.
Snow White sighed and rolled up the map and put it away. “Well, more walking….”
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your modifications to pronouns and genders seems to have resulted in wonky sentences, but it adds to the general hilarity. . "I attacked me only a few hours ago!" ? ? ? lol
I think I've seen this happen in vanilla DF adventure mode? (Or perhaps I just remember the wording wrong...)
Yeah, that's vanilla, non-historcial-figures all hav their hist-fig-id set to -1. So when a non-hist-fig attacks another it result in an event of "-1 attacked -1" which matches their own hist-fig-id.
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Reminds me of the time I went into a market that was filled with dingo men all saying "In a time before time I attacked me." over and over again.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Honey Badger!
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So, Snow White figured the best way to head towards Bodicewheat was to follow the river part of the way. It would supply her with fresh water and maybe spinach. Too bad she didn’t know how to fish or set traps to capture bigger animals.
When the sun was low in the sky she ate some spinach, drank from the river, and made a fire. Sadly she had found no source of new food. Outside of some ravens which she knew would be too small to butcher.
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Of course she woke up in the middle of the night - early morning really - and ate some spinach and drank more water. Then went back to sleep after restarting the fire.
She slept two more hours and then was off again. After checking the map.
She headed east from the river. There would be another river on the way to Bodicewheat. Likely the same river. It did twist and turn a lot. On the way there she kept an eye open for food and did gather some more spinach.
Sadly, there was a long section between the two rivers which had nothing. It WAS The Desert of Equaling after all.
She did encounter some ostriches but they moved too fast for her to even think of attacking them for their meat.
At one point a badger ran up, attacked her dog, and then ran off.
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Snow White was too slow to do anything about it and refused to let go of the dog. The dog wasn’t in good shape.
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Then the badger came rushing back and this time, as it attacked the dog, she attacked it.
By the time the badger was killed Nil, the dog, was worse shape.
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Snow White butchered the corpse of the badger, picked up seven pieces of meat, and moved on.
There wasn’t much else to see. Some birds of prey, a few desert animals, sand.
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She finally made it to the second river. Or the first one just changing directions. And washed off the blood and vomit from the badger fight. At least she was closer to Bodicewheat.
As she moved northeast she found a hamlet named Hazystoked.
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She checked her map again to see where Bodicewheat in relation to the hamlet. It seemed to be due east from the settlement.
She finally approached what she thought might be the site. She walked towards the first building. What would she find?
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An empty building was NOT what she thought she would find. She would need to explore the site more and find the bandits.
Would they put up a fight? Would they run away? Were they a tourist trap?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - A New Title
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Snow White went to explore the rest of the site.
She found a book called Do You Know The Human by Kedom Helmcatch. She picked it up and flipped through it.
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She found another book called The Market : Common Practice by Kedom Helmcatch.
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Then she found what could be a shrine. With many levels, statues, and it looked like a indoor pool.
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She explored some more and found nothing. So she claimed ths site, renaming it The Paddle of Lances and named herself Lady Snow White.
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And so the story ends.(1)
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Author’s OOC Note:
1. Mostly because it had been two weeks and also I want to see what happens when a Adventurer claims a site when the bandits are not there.
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StrikaAmaru will be told the save is ready and available for their turn.
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She found a book called Do You Know The Human by Kedom Helmcatch. She picked it up and flipped through it.
For some reason I imagined this to be quite similar to the tradition of dog flipping.
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Sure, why not; you pick up the book, flip it, and you read where it opens when it lands. What you do with that information, is entirely up to you. /s
(this could be made into a really weird kind of divination; eff it, if people can divine the future from tea leaves and coffee grits, they can also divine it from random book passages too).
Picking up the save; I'm still at work, so I won't start playing for around 6 hours. First thing I'll do is a Legends export, to see if any of the plans I made are still valid.
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Sure, why not; you pick up the book, flip it, and you read where it opens when it lands. What you do with that information, is entirely up to you. /s
(this could be made into a really weird kind of divination; eff it, if people can divine the future from tea leaves and coffee grits, they can also divine it from random book passages too).
I'll have to remember this when my turn comes. First codice I find will be flipped and we'll see what Fate has to offer.
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Alright; the export was done, the lore was explored, and luckily all the relevant dramatis personae are still alive (or undead, as the case may be). So it is my pleasure to introduce you to the beaut… um… magn… errr… glorious fortress of TowerEnded.
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12.1: Prologue.
The purpose of this turn is to annihilate the Tower of SavageSculpted and re-kill human mummy Pestrat PerplexedBrain.
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My chosen embark spot is way oop north, in a little warm spot (as opposed to scorching) near said tower.
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It sits at the intersection of 3 biomes, which is honestly its best feature; the map is very metal-poor, having only garnierite in the mountain and malachite under the plains. The desert biome has no metals at all, which is why I’ve embarked on only one tile of it.
(https://i.imgur.com/1ML0YFa.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JPL7caS.png) (https://i.imgur.com/np31ujg.png)
The embark is also extremely shallow; the surface is at 149, and the magma sea is at 121. Practically, there are only 10 unbroken layers under the surface; after that it’s caves one after the other, until the magma sea.
I’ll expect actual fortress play to be pretty boring, and interesting events to be pretty thin on the ground. As a result, the usual ‘state of the fortress’ reports will end up pretty rare… a problem when I’m aiming for an update every two days. So, my turn write-ups will have to be supplemented by Legends mode.
That’s perfectly fine with me, by the way. I’ve been neglecting world-building and story-telling in my last year or so of DF writing, so this is a welcome change. Not that I’m unhappy with what I wrote, but it’s been driven completely by the narrative, and mostly written out-of-character; I was writing annals, not stories. The World of Bones lets me change that tendency.
For role-playing purposes, I’ll be playing in the dwarven civ The Cudgel of Time. These guys have beef with undead humans in general, not only with Pestrat:
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Until very recently, The Cudgel of Time has fought only humans or undead humans: nine separate human undead groups, and two groups of living humans (with one attack each). As a result, the roleplay will picture them as hating undead, mistrusting humans, and REALLY hating undead humans, more than anything in the world.
Intelligent undead aren’t regarded very well either; but given the lack of conventional necromancers in the World of Bones, other kinds of undead are pretty limited (not absent, though, as some necromantic experiments do show up in the refuse stockpile lists).
They’re still mostly neutral towards goblins… for now. They were never attacked by them until the winter of 1056, and less than 50 years of fighting have yet to sink into the cultural zeitgeist the same way that a millennium of undead raids did. And that’s before factoring in that dwarves have mostly WON those conflicts, or the difference between fighting living goblins versus undead anything. But goblins being goblins, the dislike keeps mounting… though it mostly manifests as disdain, rather than bitter virulent hatred.
When I signed up for the World of Bones, fighting a Tower in fort mode wasn’t even close to my goals; what I wanted at first was to fire up Adventure mode, find the most easily-available necro-slab, and have my adventurer read it.
But the World of Bones doesn’t have any necromantic slabs. In 1100 years and 40 civilizations total (25 dwarven plus 15 human), there’s not a single death god who ever sponsored a necromancer. All the necro towers are from human mummies, who were disturbed from their tombs and started walking the world afterwards, acting very much like necromancers do -- join civilizations until they’re suspected to be unaging, leave, form their own faction mostly from zombies, and either go on a rampage against all in sight, or raise (heh) a tower and pass the centuries writing.
(This carries the interesting implication that ‘mummy’ is a misnomer, and this particular kind of undead looks completely normal. That, or all civilized creatures don’t see anything wrong with a walking talking dried-out husk swaddled in bandages -- which is way funnier, but sadly doesn’t clear the “too dumb to keep breathing on their own” threshold).
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Mummies build the towers? I never noticed that. No necro-slabs? Damn Death Gods are lazy....
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Damn, I've never seen that happen in 0.47 that there's no necro slabs (without disabling secrets) in a world older than 100 years. :o
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I thought that was intentional, as all forms of immortality are absent. Cannot roll divination die too many and become a vampire or werebeast. No necromancer slabs. You might be able to be revived by a mummy.
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nice turn callisto. May Lady Snow White rest at her new home, in relative peace.
ooooh I love legends posts. So we've got a lot of mummies and no slabs?
looking forward to this attempt to eradicate the denizens of Savagesculpted. I might learn something about the missions / raiding system.
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With all the worlds I've heard of being overwhelmed by necromancers, it's kind of strange to realize that the World of Bones lacks them.
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With all the worlds I've heard of being overwhelmed by necromancers, it's kind of strange to realize that the World of Bones lacks them.
But somehow we have lots and lots and lots of undead. I guess the mummies filled in the empty niche left behind by the lack of Necromancers?
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12.2: The Founding of TowerEnded
Due to its skills and Our needs, the dwarven farmer Muthkat BridgeBow is offered a position in The Massive Axe for the purpose of establishing the new Dwarven Fort of TowerEnded.
Should it choose to accept, it will be granted the positions of Bookkeeper and Manager.
The Crown awaits a response no later than Felsite 1st, 1101. Failure to respond will be regarded as agreement.
By order of Her Majesty Queen Etur WireFierce, goblin queen of the Cudgel of Time, so shall it be.
It was all an act, of course; this fort had been cooked up between itself and three others since 1072, ever since dwarves from the Craft of Conjunctions have reclaimed their ancestral mountainhome of ScarredGlazes from goblins. It gave all dwarves hope, knowing that a conquered mountainhome can go from 13,000 goblins to zero in a single decade.
Then, the project was presented to the clueless goblin ‘Queen’, who cheerily accepted it as a means of securing dwarven good-will for herself. To be fair, re-killing old Pestrat really would create some good-will, but for the group who did so, not for the king or queen; let alone for some green fool on a blood-soaked throne. Little Etur still thought in goblin terms, where all praise goes to the leader regardless of who does the work. Muthkat could work with that.
Meanwhile, dwarven interests were being served threefold: by establishing a dwarven outpost far from the control of the increasingly-goblinized court, by training dwarves in both martial arts and the old unmarred dwarven culture, and not lastly by ending one of their old enemies. It had been six hundred years since Pestrat PerplexedBrain had conquered RelievedPoke and slain all within; but did the undead really think retiring off into a tower and dedicating his unlife to writing books is enough to be forgiven? Or forgotten?
All had progressed according to dwarven plans, barring delays from goblin incompetence: the four conspirators had taken care to be ‘selected by the crown’, gathered in the hillock of OilDeath, and now, just days away from the beginning of Hematite, they and three more were finally leaving towards their chosen fortress. If only they could have started in winter, when temperatures were pleasant for travel… but no, it had to be at the start of summer.
Quietly cursing all the wheeling-and-dealing that delayed them, Muthkat climbed into the back of the wagon, and settled for two weeks of travel.
In her lavish office in EctoTomes, Queen Etur pondered on her spies’ reports; they had claimed full success in their tasks, of course. Even better, the spies set to spy on those spies concurred.
(This might also have been a sign of them colluding against her, but you can’t function if you’re paranoid about every single thing. Etur had to draw the line somewhere, and she was quite confident drawing it here).
It was inevitable that those who lost power would desperately seek to regain it. So when grassroots conspiracies sprung in taverns, temples and guild halls, aiming to topple her rule, she didn’t even raise an eyebrow. She only sought to bend them to her goals. TowerEnded was only one of these projects: yet another group of fools who were shouting the ancient cry: “why are you in charge, when it should be me”? Oh, they claimed to reinstate the old glory days of their ancestors, but their long-dead ancestors are not in charge, are they? It was always one of the living, one of them, who would come to rule.
She could have easily slain them, but what’s the point of that? No, much better they be turned against other threats; there was hardly a shortage of them, after all. So, she had opened her treasury, and granted them what they sought so fervently: a fortress to serve as their power base. But with it, a task. They, and others like them, would foolishly throw themselves against the Chosen of Death until either they perished, the Chosen was broken, or they had weakened each other enough to be wiped out by an external force. Three possible outcomes, each with its gains and losses.
She was aiming for the first, with a dash of third. Then she could swoop in with her own troops, raze the weakened Tower, and ‘avenge the fallen heroes of TowerEnded’.
The second outcome was arguably the worst: it would leave a group of well-trained and politically-empowered separatist dwarves, who may very well kill her and take the throne among the adulatory cries of their kin.
And the last… well, the last was complicated. She could not be that external force: it would have sparked discontent if any of her forces would go to raze SavageSculpted before all in TowerEnded were dead -- even the dullest and least politically-involved peasants would have correctly spotted the kill-steal underway, and her reputation would drop precipitously. So that was straight out, barring some amazing windfall.
Her other choice would be to conspire with her secret allies from the Disloyalty of Soot, convincing them to siege the weakened Tower. This in turn would put undue benefits in the hands of their civilization, and may in turn embolden them to break their current arrangement. It would be quite an inconvenience, if they’d attack her in truth, not merely the pre-established attacks that she provided intel for. She could not suppress a smile at this; she usually couldn’t, when she recalled how she obtained her throne. Poor Osta, so obsessed with personal strength, and so dismissive of all things subtle. No wonder he ruled for barely a year.
But, back to the matter at hand, her first sabotage of TowerEnded had already been done: the delay in leaving had already hopelessly compromised the well-calculated optimal path for new fortress establishment. Her would-be enemies were focused on returning to their old ways, not to take advantage of any new unexpected situations; typical dwarves, in this aspect. So far, so good.
The fort’s long term project stated a limit of 120 citizens; she would then take care to send only the least-skilled and intelligent, plus the occasional uncomfortable dissident. She’d also have to slip in some well-trained individuals to avoid raising suspicions, and she couldn’t stop other skilled dwarves joining of their own free will. But she had confidence in her ability to leave TowerEnded just weak enough to serve her interests.
OOC:
Etur is listed in Legends as both queen of dwarves and member of the Disloyalty of Soot, a goblin civilization. I’m guessing that’s because the Disloyalty of Soot have conquered the location she was in, but I choose to roleplay it as a secret alliance. The DoS get intel, easy fights, and loot. Etur gets a potential enemy held under truce, and a force of killers who remove problematic groups and individuals without being traced to her. And all this for the price of looted hamlets, kidnapped children, and dead citizens. Etur couldn’t have found a cheaper deal.
I’m starting to develop a bit of respect for Etur; she’s very young as far as goblins go (born in 1009), but despite this, she’s been involved in 94 battles. She got her throne in late 1058, after the previous goblin king of dwarves died defending the ancestral mountainhome of ElderCraft from the Disloyalty of Soot. She has exactly one living relative: a great-grandfather who’s a Prophet. Aside from him, all her ancestors are dead, and so is her only husband.
The RNG has been particularly kind to me in this embark: the group name, The Massive Axe, was picked by the RNG; initially I wanted to use something related to killing undead, but once I saw what the game offered I changed my mind. Then two miners have the best names a miner can have: our expedition leader is Kivish MineCaught, and the fort’s dedicated miner is Zasit ConfinedCopper. ‘Course, the RNG then ‘compensated’ by handing me two other guys with ‘paddled’ in the name (Udib ChuckedPaddled, our third miner and mason, and Ezum WrungPaddled, carpenter and stonecrafter).
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The Massive Axe is a good, strong, name. The RNG is surely on your side.
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Udib ChuckedPaddled, our third miner and mason, and Ezum WrungPaddled
surely Ezum and Udib would make a great side story. "We used to have a canoe... now we stick to the mines."
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I'm still eagerly awaiting the addition of boats in this game, maybe one day.
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But somehow we have lots and lots and lots of undead. I guess the mummies filled in the empty niche left behind by the lack of Necromancers?
:D
That's all I'm going to say for now; will get into more detail when it's time for Pestrat's interlude.
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I smell forbidden necromancy . . or is that just you cooking again?
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12.3: TowerEnded 1101-1103 (Era of the Expedition Leader)
A thin mist had rolled down from the mountains, on the morning of 12th Hematite when Muthkat and its six companions arrived at the foot of the Tooth of Sinew. The flat plain of the grasslands was broken only by a single pond, and sparse trees were dotting the land.
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The seven dwarves debarked, and started planning:
“Should we dig into the mountain”? Spoke Udib, their miner and mason.
“I’d rather keep closer to this pond”, said Kivish MineCaught, their expedition leader and fellow conspirator of Muthkat’s. “We don’t know how the caves look, this may be the only source of water we’ll ever get.
There were no counterpoints to that statement. The seven dwarves kept discussing their future home until the sun rose and the mists receded. Kivish planned an entryway that could be sealed with hatches if needed. It opened to farm plots furrowed in the soft sand, and connected to a future central staircase. The plan was to go through stone columns to bypass the caverns; ideally, they would reach magma and dig a small smithy, before digging for copper and likey breaching into the second or third caverns.
But that was for later; in the remainder of this year, they all had plenty to do much nearer the surface.
Ilral, their woodcutter, had already been eyeing some nearby gingko and birch trees for logging. Well, so-called woodcutter; she was barely a novice. More importantly, she was a skilled axe-dwarf who’d served as caravan guard before becoming involved in the conspiracy, and ‘retiring to more peaceful pursuits’. That at least had been a brazen lie, as she fully intended to become TowerEnded’s first squad leader; Ilral did not pursue peace.
The jobs for the first days were decided upon. The three miners would only dig; it was paramount to secure their belongings in a space below ground, in sand and stone. The woodcutter would only cut trees; and the last 3 dwarves would do their best to collect a few fruits and berries from the surface, until space for a food stockpile was excavated.
Once that’s done, two of them would haul food indoors, while the carpenter would labor in an above-ground workshop to make a fort’s first batch of wooden necessities -- buckets, wheelbarrows, two step ladders to pick some apples, and six beds for a small dormitory.
There was no true soil at the foot of the mountain, only a thin layer of yellow sand that supported the sparse vegetation of the grasslands, where the grass didn’t give way to the Desert of Equaling. Under the one layer of sand lay a large span of obsidian, 4 to 5 urists tall; either a result of some ancient cataclysm, or perhaps laid down at the making of the world. They had already decided, before even leaving, that this area would be kept for housing and temples. Under that, the crafting areas of the fort would be made, in the 5 urists of diorite above the basalt layer holding the first cavern.
Several designs had been proposed: separate areas dedicated to different crafts, three sub-forts that could be easily cut off from one another, even a human-inspired castle with housing and most industries in an above-ground fortified keeps. But in the end, what won out was the old tried and tested model of a central stair with rooms radiating out from it. Plant processing, thread processing, and food processing chambers will stack themselves neatly in the diorite layer. One layer is left as buffer; the last, on z-level 139, will become the site of a general crafting area: stone, gems, wood, and the craftable refuse (bones, skulls, horn, teeth and shells) will all be processed here.
One month later, some measure of stability had been gained. A starter fort had been dug in the soft sand under the surface. The farming areas would likely last unchanged for the entire life of the fort; perhaps the northern room would be further expanded for grazers, but aside there’d be little need for change. For now, their wagon goods would share a room with their animals, until their proper place was excavated. And Muthkat was in the process of getting an office; an extremely modest office:
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The surface now held only a few bits and bobs that would soon be moved indoors, an obsolete carpenter’s workshop, and two farm plots that were more aspirational than usable; the aboveground plants that might have grown in them were still laying in the food stockpile, unbrewed and uneaten.
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If, by impossibility, a tower siege were to spawn at the beginning of autumn, the fort would survive with nothing lost. It would be an incredibly slow-moving fort, with only seven dwarves in it, but nothing would be truly needed, or missed, until the siege would lift.
1101.05.23 Greetings, my dear Ducim! I’ve recently come into the possession of a chair and a table, so of course I just had to write you a letter! A very short, very rushed letter, because you’d not believe how much work there is to do, and how little time we all have. We’ve come here on the 12th of Hematite, and today may well be the first time I’ve had more than five minutes at a time.
Starting in summer has rushed us even worse than the old accounts have claimed. The sweet pods were nearly left unplanted; we’ve all pitched in to put the damned seeds in the ground, and we still have three left over until next spring. But plant them we did, and we’ll have some syrup for the traders.
We’ve secured ourselves indoors, of course, with all the goods and animals received on the embark. This allowed us to finally get a good look at them, and, well… there’s a reason they were cheap. All of them have some fault; either they’re small, or sickly, or lethargic, or some combination of the above. The lot of them are getting butchered as soon as their replacements are either born, hatched, or purchased:
(https://i.imgur.com/c6lcnPT.png)
Five days ago, we started carving the fort proper; this is why I even have time off, we’re all waiting for the crafting room to be dug out. Then it’s off to hauling stone, so Ezum can start making some diorite crafts and Udib can start cutting blocks.
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1101.07.16 Traders have arrived, without a liaison; if they try to blame us for their absence, do let me know. They’ve also brought only steel anvils, no iron ones; because you know what a 3-month old fort can definitely not afford? Steel anvils. Kivish had some words about this. The good thing from that whole shouting match is that the caravan does in fact carry iron and silver goods, so we’ll have a small but steady source of good metals.
We’re not completely destitute, mind; we do have seven barrels of syrup (and I’m so glad we got to plant those few sweet pods at the start of summer), and some diorite crafts. Delivering the crafts has proven to be a thorough annoyance, though: a flock of buzzards kept swooping for them, and the dwarves hauling them by extension. You’d think after the first two dozen they’d figure out diorite isn’t edible, but no; they kept going at it. We eventually gave up on trading crafts this year, that’s how much of an annoyance those flying rats have been.
We have little need (or wares) for most of the caravan’s goods; Kivish picked four metal bars in case of moods, a few barrels and bags, a bit of cheap silk, leather, and military goods that require leather -- waterskins, backpacks, and quivers. In the end, trade concludes with a pitiful balance:
(https://i.imgur.com/XjaiFLP.png)
I’ll try to fork this letter on them; I hope it will reach you, and find you well.
Your dearest friend, Muthkat BridgeBow.
(Kivish’s private notes):
1101.08.19 The fort receives its first batch of migrants; five people of no notable skill. One of them is an adequate miner, and she’ll effectively replace Udib in our miner trio; Udib will be a dedicated mason from now on. Two have smithing skills -- an adept furnace operator, and an accomplished metalcrafter. For now all four are sent off hauling, while the last bits of the abovefort are getting finished.
The miners remove the nearby slopes from the mountain’s base; only one passageway is left, and we build a few traps in it. Realistically, it’s going to primarily catch animals, but it will also force any invaders coming from the mountain to either travel over traps, or risk climbing down a steep mountain edge:
(https://i.imgur.com/SojusIy.png)
1102
As the new year starts, we’ve come to a point where we can expand downwards; hopefully, the staircase we have marked out at the beginning of the fort won’t run into any caverns, lakes, or the magma sea itself.
1102.01.21 At least one of those hopes is dashed: a corner of the staircase opens into the third cavern.
(https://i.imgur.com/Yp9ufMJ.png)
We quickly explore the cave; it has three separate lakes, each with its own connection to the edge. If we intend to secure it, it’s going to be a pain… but secure it we must, the last thing we can afford is a forgotten beast dropping by right now, before we’ve even started training a military.
(https://i.imgur.com/ehBy2lp.png)
Some nearby veins of malachite get carved out, before we miners head downwards looking for the magma layer. The rest of the fort begin the doubtlessly-frustrating process of walling up the cavern with Udib’s diorite blocks.
1102.01.24 Three days later, migrants arrive! Twenty new dwarves for TowerEnded, including two children. Their numbers include one legendary mason, Ezum GlazeSabres, who’s welcomed to the crafting level with great enthusiasm. For now, he’ll carve diorite blocks alongside Udib, but in the long run, he’ll be handed the entire obsidian stockpile to carve furniture. Another notable dwarf is Lokum LancerSeer, who’s skilled or proficient in every smithing job. One Degel DoorGlazed is a high master leatherworker, one Kikrost BronzeFloors is a great bone carver. Besides these notable dwarves, we now have three new miners, two woodcutters, and a weaver.
With 29 able-bodied dwarves, sealing the cavern proceeds much quicker; as much as possible, we respect the boundaries of TowerEnded. Meanwhile, we miners have found a warm wall on level 120:
(https://i.imgur.com/xFVnS2F.png)
Exploratory shafts prove that level 118 is completely cold, so 119 must be right above the magma sea; we punch a hole in it to check:
(https://i.imgur.com/hpcjmdc.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/fXtuPUa.png)
So it’s settled: level 119 is where our first smithy is going to be. Four smelters will be soon built, to smelt copper from malachite, and a forge gets built from our only anvil and a block of obsidian:
(https://i.imgur.com/ZAoD3Ib.png)
1102.04.01 Summer opens with a zombie invasion; not even a year in, and Pestrat has found us! There are only 26 zombies, quite small for a siege, but all except one are former dwarves; we’re all sure this was done on purpose to frighten us.
(https://i.imgur.com/YMcTNvE.png)
They emerge from the mountain, despite the tower being off to the south; this also means they’ll travel over the little cage trap corridor we made last winter, and 8 of them are already dealt with:
(https://i.imgur.com/22egCiT.png)
We take refuge inside; all of us are accounted for, all of our animals are accounted for, and we lock the hatches.
1102.04.25 TowerEnded has its first dwarven death: Ilral TatooedTrade. It had no relation to the zombies on the surface: she drowned in the cavern lake. I do recall there was a tree on the edge of the lake, and we decided to cut it down so the wall can be shorter; we’d have left it well alone if we’d have known it would cost us such a dwarf.
(https://i.imgur.com/IaF7CgR.png)
She will surely be missed; on a personal level by the many of us who were her friends, and by TowerEnded as a whole, as we were relying on her axedwarf skills to train and lead our squads. Instead, she sits at the bottom of a lake, beyond our ability to retrieve her.
A slab was engraved and built on the entrance to the cavern.
Regarding the surface, we have reached a conclusion: we’ll profit that Pestrat did not send any kobolds yet, and will trap the zombie horde. This should allow us to break the siege, despite our complete lack of a military. A winding corridor is dug through an unused room, originally intended to be part of the grazer’s pasture:
(https://i.imgur.com/tpWl4OU.png)
By the start of autumn, there are no more loose zombies in TowerEnded:
(https://i.imgur.com/hAJsPtF.png)
1102.07.15 The trade caravan arrives, and, wonder of wonders, has brought iron anvils. We buy all five of them, and we’ll expand the smithy as soon as we finish with the cavern.
1102.08.19 Eight more migrants have arrived. A master weaponsmith, Medtob SideWhip, is sent straight to the forge, where he can create some copper axes and crossbows to begin with. Three others have arrived with marksdwarf skills, making five crossbow-dwarves in TowerEnded; perhaps it’s time we create our first military squads.
Two squads have been created: one of crossbow-dwarves, with six members, and one of axe-dwarves. The axe-dwarves will receive copper axes and shields, and be given no jobs except training in a small barracks by the entry.
(https://i.imgur.com/MH2yAmY.png)
Lokum can make their armor later, after we expand the smithy with three more forges (plus a glass furnace and a kiln)
(https://i.imgur.com/1o4EZi2.png)
The zombies have been divested of their weapons and armor; they wore no iron, and very little silver; they did have a bit more bronze, which is certainly better than the copper we can excavate.
1102.11.26 The first birth in TowerEnded: Domas FootSyrup was born to two of the migrants from the spring wave.
1103
1103.02.11 sees the arrival of 23 new migrants; this pushes TowerEnded to 63, above the 50-citizen threshold, and means I’ll cede authority to a mayor, come summer.
1103-02-13 Nazom SeduceAura the Lie of Veils comes to the third cavern; this beast is a long-time enemy of ours, having plagued the Cudgel of Time since 77. BittenLashes, ElderCraft, and TorchHumid have had to deal with this creature enough times that we lost count. BoltsUrn, when it was owned by Floor of Perplexing, was also repeatedly devastated by it.
(https://i.imgur.com/yYimv6G.png)
This time, it stops before our walls; it has no way in, but it also refuses to leave elsewhere.
1103.04.27 A new beast has arrived, beside Nazom; it’s an enormous hairy scorpion bearing a long, straight horn; it undulates rhythmically. We cannot find any mention of it in any records. Unless we’ll be later corrected, we must conclude this is the first time anyone has seen this creature. We have named it Enira.
(https://i.imgur.com/LvXm0ZY.png)
Enira then dies very quickly to Nazom.
(https://i.imgur.com/3N0zdvT.png)
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One of my last acts as expedition leader is to establish another axe-dwarf squad; the mayor, whoever they may be, can deal with housing and training them. I’ve ensured they have a full set of armor and weapons; copper armor and weapons, but that’s what we have.
1103-04-17 Kel TundraGlazed was selected as mayor. She’s a middle-aged dwarfette who arrived in the spring migration wave. She’s installed herself in the mayoral offices that we’ve dug out at the end of last year, and has officially taken over the fort.
(https://i.imgur.com/k9ubwk1.png)
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Well, you handled the undead better than I do. Flesh Balls? I have to look that up.
Anyway, TowerEnded seems to be doing well. Once the military is ready you can start cleaning out the region of all the undead.
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But in the end, what won out was the old tried and tested model of a central stair with rooms radiating out from it.
it is tough to deviate from the all-encompassing 'central staircase' design. I have had success with dual staircases with symmetrical planning...
enjoyable and lengthy update. looks like the basics are sorted out. lets see if the corpses remain a simple nuisance, or become a real issue!
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it is tough to deviate from the all-encompassing 'central staircase' design. I have had success with dual staircases with symmetrical planning...
I'd like to eventually deviate from the central staircase, because with the central staircase I can't figure out how to add a mist generator. I'd put one in the center tile of my 3x3 stairs, but I'm worried it would push dwarves down stairs, and result in 'sploded dwarves.
In TowerEnded it's not critical, but in, say, an evil biome, a mist generator in a central location can be a fort saver -- both for happiness, and for washing away contaminants.
And I'm so hyper-focused on optimizing travel times, that any designs besides the central staircase are just abhorrent to me :/
Flesh Balls? I have to look that up.
They're aquatic little, uh, balls of flesh. That's pretty much it.
I smell forbidden necromancy... or is that just you cooking again?
How dare you, my cooking is spectacular!
This is clearly forbidden necromancy.
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12.4: Interlude: Pestrat PerplexedBrain, and other enemies of the Cudgel of Time.
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In life, Pestrat was part of The Honorable Empires; the Cudgel of Time has been at war with them, too, but not during Pestrat’s life. He lived between 478 and 558, rising to the rank of General; this earned him a tomb. He didn’t get to rest much in it, as he was disturbed a mere year later by another human. Surprisingly, she survived the experience, and even successfully stole an artifact gem out of the tomb. She later died of old age, which is as close as characters get to winning the game.
Pestrat never fought any dwarves in his first life; his entire military career was spent fighting the forces of goblins and older mummies. In 503, he had his only child, a son: he was killed in 515 by a forgotten beast. He became a general in 545, and spent the next 6 years of his life mopping up the mess left behind by Laro TunnelFlashes.
Laro was a Law-Giver of the same civilization, before rising from the dead in 314 and then generally failing at unlife: he never built a tower, he never had apprentices or other allies, and his history is full of botched intrigues. He finally got off his ass in 542, and started attacking surrounding civilizations… before getting caught and imprisoned in 543. In his absence, all his neighbors, living and not, ganged up on his faction, The Wheels of Incineration, and rendered it extinct. By 551 they had lost all holdings, and Pestrat is responsible for a good chunk of that.
(https://i.imgur.com/pOnaUcD.png)
Laro spent over 400 years in the clink, before the site where he was held in has been razed. He then ran to the opposite corner of the world and made himself a crappy camp in the south-west, where he’s the only inhabitant. He then proceeded to do absolutely nothing for the next century and change. Hilariously, the one-man ‘faction’ controlling that shithole is named The Infallible League; I suppose you can’t fail if you never try to do anything in the first place.
(https://i.imgur.com/h06k6LI.png)
With the Wheels of Incineration annihilated, Pestrat then tussled with two other site governments: The Plated Seeds (a necro-faction founded by one Stasbo SticksSpike, who never made a tower, barely conquered two sites personally, and got perma-killed by a giant in 439), and The Matched Memories, the government of SoldierJacks. These guys, by the way, claim to have 236 fights with The Cudgel of Time, which is weird because The Cudgel has no record of them.
It wouldn’t surprise me if Pestrat went the mummy route just to show these losers how it’s done: after his rising in 559, he founded a group, and wandered, conquered, or slaughtered in the world for 44 years as he pleased. It was during this time that he earned the enmity of the Cudgel of Times: he razed a hamlet named RelievedPoke, that the dwarves had conquered themselves 70-odd years prior from The Divine Kingdoms of Ash, a different human civ that warred with dwarves at that time.
Then, in 603, he left war behind, rejoined his old civilization, and settled in a hamlet. He married once, to a 113 year-old woman who died after 2 years. Then, he had 2 other lovers, and was appointed administrator of a conquered hillocks.
In 634, once people inevitably noticed he’s not aging, he fled, and created the tower of SavageSculpted. The next five centuries were spent alone in this place, with only zombies for company, while writing tome after tome. He never attacked anyone (until 1102, when The Cremated War was launched against the dwarves of TowerEnded), though he’s being reliably robbed by kobolds. It works out for them around half the time, when they cart off gems and crafts (if anyone ever passes through their cave, MiredCracked, the place should be covered in little trinkets). When it doesn’t work out, though, they contribute to the Tower’s increasing zombie population; about a third of them are kobolds. This is going to be a pain when it’ll be time to fight them; zombie kobolds remain trap-avoid.
Now granted, one fight 500 years ago might seem like a poor casus belli, but frankly that’s the most I could find. I wanted to tackle a tower, and every other mummy who created a tower has also never fought dwarves; only other humans, or the occasional goblins. Conversely, the mummies that do fight never raised towers, and most of them are either dead or isolated/exiled (like ol’ Laro).
The Cudgel of Time’s rich military history, as far as the dwarves themselves tell it, has four factions that fought dwarves in significant numbers:
25 fights between 542 and 551, against The Wheels of Incineration, Laro’s faction; yep, it’s the same war Pestrat fought in.
(Obviously, there was nothing I could target here for gameplay: the faction’s been already wiped out, and Laro himself just isn’t a challenge deserving of a fort; maybe an adventurer, at most)
That conflict started in 542, when The Wheels of Incineration conquered two dwarven hamlets, UmbralEsteems and BlushedUnions. Then Laro got imprisoned, there’d been a few fights in the middle of nowhere, and then dwarves conquered 5 other sites from the now-dead faction. Not the original hamlets though, those were snapped up by other civilizations in the ensuing feeding frenzy.
20 fights between 1062 and present, against The Ruthlessness of Scales, a very large goblin civilization. Also a surprisingly vulnerable goblin civilization, as their demonic master got killed in 1074 and they have no other demons in their ranks. They’re situated right next to the Cudgel of Time’s main holdings (and I’ve tried sitting them in the same pic, but differences in zooming in different maps ruined that for me).
(https://i.imgur.com/alcW16j.png)
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14 fights between 1056 and present, against The Disloyalty of Soot, that goblin civ that the Queen is ‘part’ of, and that I role-played as secret allies with her. These little shits are on a full-on warpath, they have 22 ongoing wars, with dwarves, humans, undead, other goblins, and themselves?
(https://i.imgur.com/AoCgipj.png)
Man, they’re serious about that ‘disloyalty’ part /jk.
Their holdings are directly south from TowerEnded, mostly sitting in the desert. Their demon master died a long time ago, in 566, and their population is pitiful: 313 goblins, 95 humans and 89 dwarves.
Another interesting little detail about the Disloyalty of Soot is that the evil biome around their fortress is dissipating: here it is, in 1053 and 1105:
(https://i.imgur.com/kWJECS4.png) (https://i.imgur.com/kRuNjF6.png)
They’re not the only ones, either: the southern fort of GladeHorrors is undergoing the same process, and has ‘misplaced’ 10,000 goblins in the process too:
(https://i.imgur.com/u0D4cTb.png) (https://i.imgur.com/UbryfM6.png)
12 fights between 558 and 787, though technically until the present, with The Hardiness of Treaties, another necro faction based around the Tower of TrustGirdle. The catch here is that The Cudgel of Time is the civ that initiated hostilities, attacking the Hardiness of Treaties in 538 and conquering a whole bunch of locations -- among them, UmbralEsteems and BlushedUnions (the same two hamlets that Laro conquered four years later). The narrative of long-delayed vengeance doesn’t really fit, when dwarves have both started the conflict, and actually won.
The legends export for this world is really something; the first one I made, in 1053, sits at 2.68 GB, of which almost 2 GB are text. Poor Legends Viewer takes 3+ minutes to load the entire thing, and has noticeable lag when navigating to a new page. The current one is predictably even bigger; not by much, though: about 2.75 GB.
By the way, there’s something going on with goblins in this world - their numbers have dropped catastrophically: in 1053 they had almost 204,000 individuals, which dropped to ~97,000 by 1086, and they’re holding at that level for now.
Also, a dwarven civ named The Iron of Tours is somehow busted, it never loads and borks the current viewer, too; have to close it and open a new one from the ‘Summary’ button.
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The deserts are eating the evil biomes? And the goblins are dying out? Or maybe not giving birth to enough offspring to cover the normal deaths? Interesting. Is there anyway to figure out what is going on?!?!
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Desertification in this world, im not surprised. It is hot everywhere, the rain can boil someone but goblins dying out is interesting. Guess they aren't built for heat.
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Desertification in this world, im not surprised. It is hot everywhere, the rain can boil someone but goblins dying out is interesting. Guess they aren't built for heat.
Oh no....I was worried about trying to protect civilization from monsters and crime and the undead and it will likely be climate change that kills the world. :-\ This is embarrassing....
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i saw your post asking about what might cause this. I have no idea honestly. it could have something to do with post-worldgen taking into account natural savagery of the biome and this is 'fighting back' against the goblins?
I don't think temperature actually weighs in on these things. but it does fit the overall narrative of death world that melts goblins.
wonderfully detailed history-post strika!
These guys, by the way, claim to have 236 fights with The Cudgel of Time, which is weird because The Cudgel has no record of them.
this is the easy way to gain a reputation. just lie
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The evil regions around the Dark Fortresses are spread by the evil ruler, I think. Those can "fade away". Haven't seen it other than in world gen.
Wiki says (emphasis added): (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Surroundings#Evil)
Evil regions may exist either on their own (where they are known as "primordial" evil regions) or they may be caused by the presence of demons or necromancers ruling over a site in it (known as "circumstantial" evil regions). An evil region possesses spheres associated with the entities, if any, inhabiting it, which influences the surroundings to some extent. E.G: Blight, death, and disease regions kill plant life, while nightmare regions are home to bogeymen. Primordial evil areas are eternal, but circumstantial evil regions may fade away if there is no activity in the area, making it possible to revert it back to normal. Presumably, slaying the demons or necromancers responsible for the corruption is the way to do so.v0.47.01
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I was under the impression that evil regions fading was something the only happened in world gen.
Also with all the wars goblins get into it doesn't surprise me that they're slowly dying out.
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12.5 TowerEnded 1103.04 - 1105.12 (Era of Kel the Mayor)
(Muthkat’s notes)
1103.04.13 Merchants from The Rosy Nation have visited us; they’ve brought a great deal of goods, and more importantly news that we’re supposed to be ‘at peace’ with the miserable liar who just attacked us last year:
(https://i.imgur.com/CWGxA0U.png)
We attempted to set things straight, but I get the feeling humans don’t believe us. I’m suspecting that was Pestrat’s plan in the first place: pretend to be peaceful, while quietly removing his enemies. Even if we succeed in killing him, we’re still coming out bad. Kivish shows the merchants our collection of caged zombies, and this seems to finally change their minds. Good.
We’re still going to kill Pestrat, and deal with any repercussions later. Definitely not this year though, our troops are still too inexperienced.
1104
To my surprise, the first axe-dwarf squad has acquired significant skill; I’m used to these things taking much longer. The second axe-dwarf squad is less skilled, but it also didn’t have full equipment until mid-autumn.
(https://i.imgur.com/636AQlI.png) (https://i.imgur.com/sTXtjzf.png)
I’ll ask the squad leaders if there’s any benefit in traveling to old abandoned forts; ScarredGlazes has been unoccupied since 1080, and is supposed to be full of treasures:
(https://i.imgur.com/jwNytUM.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/mAaZtD4.png) (https://i.imgur.com/Q9uE9Nx.png)
Once we’re sure we won’t be attacked, it may be profitable to send troops over; to acquire treasure at least, if not skills. Mayor Kel technically has authority over these things, but I’m willing to bet I can persuade her, especially if the squad leaders are going to back me up. Until then, there are still a gaggle of zombies occupying cage traps. They need to be killed anyway.
1104.05.12 Once trading concludes, I approach the three squad leaders. Long story short, going through an uninhabited fortress won’t increase skills, so this expedition is only for plunder. There are still many treasures left over, so a second raid is ordered in mid-autumn. Once it’s completed, ScarredGlazes is far poorer:
(https://i.imgur.com/cmHDQXB.png)
The rest of the year passes peacefully, occupied mostly with crafting. Our clothing situation is becoming critical, and between cavern, smithy, and military developments, our clothing industry has fallen by the wayside. It’s about time we did something with all the rope reed and pig tail thread that’s been stockpiling by the looms.
1104.07.25 Migrant waves and internal births have brought TowerEnded’s population to its desired maximum of 120. Almost none of them have any sort of combat skills, though. Nonetheless, a competent spear-dwarf and a dabbling sword-dwarf are given command over nine other dwarves each. They’re left to train with copper weapons, while the rest of us endeavor to mine and melt enough copper and bronze for their future armors -- we ran out of the copper we mined already.
1104.11.16 It suddenly dawned on me that there’s been no hair or hide of any Forgotten Beasts in a year and a half. With the rate they usually show up at, we’re overdue at least a couple of them. This can only mean they’ve been traveling through the two caverns that are hidden from sight. For the sake of safety, we should deal with that problem. I can see ourselves in a few years, accidentally breaching a cave and get overrun by a dozen different monstrosities.
1104.12.23 Mayor Kel agreed, and we found the first cavern. It’s a basalt cave, as we expected, studded with many clear zircons. Veins of garnierite and kimberlite are visible under the mountain. Unfortunately, we’re also met with the grizzly sight of a slaughtered tribe of ant people, so we’re now sure that there’s a forgotten beast about.
(https://i.imgur.com/NgWUhdj.png)
We don’t find the beast itself, so we quickly wall up the breach, and wait for the turn of the year. It would be very unfortunate if we get trapped between an invasion above and a rampaging beast below.
1105
1105.01.04 With the surface presumed safe for another three months, we dare descend into the caverns. Two axe squads and one crossbow squad quickly map out most of the cave, and find one unpleasant surprise: a downward passage connecting the first and second cavern. It’s not terribly impressive, just a single ramp connecting the floor of the first cave with the roof of the second one. The two caves are very close.
Then we get to glimpse the monster responsible for all this murder: Spos JackalMined the Crevice of Murk. This web-spitting pterosaur has only been recorded between 205 and 485, but it rampaged through the north-east map corner, where we have our ancestral lands. Then there was no trace of it until now. Perhaps it had descended towards the south, before coming here? Who knows.
(https://i.imgur.com/CitoHXB.png)
We’re not fighting it yet; the downward ramp has been floored over just in time. Spos is trapped in the second cave, doubtlessly slaughtering every creature unfortunate enough to come across it. We’ll deal with it after we clear this cavern.
1105.03.05 A new Forgotten Beast has emerged in the first cavern: Caccast SpeckledFlank the Spidery Vice.
(https://i.imgur.com/taTzPxL.png)
This winged, fire-breathing dimetrodon has been known for the entire history of the world, being first sighted as far back as year 12. It rampaged around the center of the world, having sparse but devastating attacks upon the civilizations therein. It was last seen 90-odd years ago, before arriving in TowerEnded to meet its doom in the shape of a masterwork bronze axe:
(https://i.imgur.com/3nZrNS2.png)
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It didn’t kill anyone, but it did manage to set the dry cavern moss on fire. Cave operations are suspended until the blaze subsides.
1105.04.01 Pestrat’s ‘peace’ once again makes itself known. 87 invading zombies, split between kobolds and humans, arrive again from the western mountain slopes.
(https://i.imgur.com/cqYXLrO.png)
This time though, we won’t huddle underground. Our army, small as it may be, has been training tirelessly:
(https://i.imgur.com/7TYUwv2.png) (https://i.imgur.com/QMmU0cV.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/A2gxh2C.png) (https://i.imgur.com/Vkf7vrl.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/82Q014O.png) (https://i.imgur.com/wevvUnO.png)
Our troops assemble outside, in front of the stairway that has served us for five years. The initial plan is to wait until the zombies get closer, then for axe squads to descend upon them. Crossbows can provide support, and the still-training spear- and sword-dwarves would stand by the gate, ensuring no stragglers make it in.
But the zombies move painfully slow, and it doesn’t take long for us to run out of patience. The axe-dwarves go ahead to meet them. The horde was slaughtered on the slopes of the mountain, doubtlessly to the annoyance of all haulers who will have to deal with this mess:
(https://i.imgur.com/WHlERuK.png)
1105.05.17 Damn you, Kel, you utter fool of a mayor!
(https://i.imgur.com/CWURnfv.png)
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We’ve sold some armor and clothes ‘acquired’ from the zombie horde to the humans; it makes sense, they’re all humans in the end. But then this idiot decides to forbid the sale of leggings, after the trade concludes. Let’s keep in mind these are large leather leggings, that we can’t use in the first place, and we wouldn’t need anyway because we have better armor already. But no. Nine dwarves suffered beatings, because Kel cannot understand the concept of ‘size’. I get the feeling she won’t be mayor for much longer…
1105.11.01 An artifact has been stolen! The Onslaught of Fogs, an artifact copper breastplate, has been retrieved from ScarredGlazes and displayed in the metalworker’s Guild. Now it’s no longer there.
(https://i.imgur.com/1ee5pKf.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/eT9ArxA.png)
Suspicion immediately falls upon Usek PlayIvory, a hamster man who was resurrected in 722 by Rafeb LunchesDent as a crypt slayer, and served this master faithfully since. A quick look shows he doesn’t have the artifact in his possession:
(https://i.imgur.com/WYyc3Xo.png)
A subtle interrogation, however, reveals the truth, and it’s worse than we thought: Usek has been weaving his webs for a year and a half, and a cowardly wannabe weaponsmith has succumbed to his plots:
(https://i.imgur.com/eshqp7f.png)
A full investigation was then launched. Usek and his patsy Ezum have been dragged off to the guard captain’s office, and both flattered and threatened into revealing information.
(https://i.imgur.com/dfBf3D8.png)
Ezum appears to be just a useful idiot. She’s a barely-competent weaponsmith, who was removed from such duties due to her low level of skill. Also due to her low skills, she was drafted into the sword-dwarves squad. It’s a pity this has done nothing to give her any bit of spine.
(https://i.imgur.com/9Qb86ev.png)
Oddly, both parties still claim innocence, even after foolishly confessing to their crimes.
(https://i.imgur.com/z9hrGHL.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/llDsnVD.png)
1105.11.04 The cyclops Stratab Judgedawns the Eternal Ink has arrived! This creature has lived since the year 84, and has rampaged through more places than mortals can count. There are 760 known rampages alone:
(https://i.imgur.com/EIamM3x.png)
The investigation, and the furor that has gripped the fortress because of it, are put on hold, while the army scrambles to intercept the creature. We… really shouldn’t have worried:
(https://i.imgur.com/Ak4Y1Vv.png)
In the commotion, Usek has grabbed the Onslaught of Fogs, and ran. We have lost one foreign artifact, and have gained a new one courtesy of the now-dead cyclops:
(https://i.imgur.com/ICLFI28.png)
This bismuth bronze sword, Harshguises the Hungry Head, is now displayed in the metalcrafter’s Guild to replace the lost Onslaught of Fogs.
1105.12.03 Maga Deepsubtle the Spidery Menace of Curses has arrived in the third cavern, flying from the west into the largest lake.
(https://i.imgur.com/xlCUaJd.png)
This elusive beast has been very rarely seen, and previously kept mostly to the center of the world. We pay it little mind, as it’s safely contained behind walls.
(https://i.imgur.com/TyZS33B.png)
1105.12.19 This elusive beast was not, in fact, safely contained behind walls:
(https://i.imgur.com/gqWYhIC.png)
I’ve lost three dear friends in this rampage, fellow founders of this fort. Kivish MineCaught, legendary miner, captain of the guard now, and expedition leader when we started out. Zasit ConfinedCopper, legendary miner and chief medical dwarf. Ezum WrungPaddled, legendary carpenter. Even in such an established fort these are devastating losses.
The beast dies soon after; a spear-dwarfette named Udib has delivered the killing blow. This does nothing to bring back the four dead dwarves, or ease the pain of their passing.
(https://i.imgur.com/eOtZ6Jj.png)
We manage to drag it to a butcher’s shop before its enormous bulk starts rotting. We will still have the last laugh:
(https://i.imgur.com/VpzyzaZ.png)
And so ends year 1105: in tragedy.
ScarredGlazes was mentioned once before: it’s the fort that went from 10,000 goblins to 0 in less than a decade. The baffling part is that it was then completely abandoned, nobody owns it anymore, and looting it did not damage the relations between the Cudgel of Time and the Craft of Conjunctions (aka, ‘us’ and ‘the civ that annihilated the goblins who conquered ScarredGlazes’). Plus, as far as fort mode is concerned, nobody lives there. Legends mode says it’s inhabited by 7 goblins and 1 dwarf, and I assume they’re just squatters or some religious cult.
There was another Forgotten Beast killed in TowerEnded; it wasn’t included because dwarves haven’t found it yet. On 1104.08.04, Megob MoldSpiders the Hellish was struck down by Spos Jackalmined the Crevice of Murk. Megob MoldSpiders has long plagued the center-west of the world, terrorizing the dwarves of ScaldedBridged and MazeIrons between 73 and 506. Then it did nothing, until it arrived in TowerEnded to die.
The kimberlite in the first cave didn’t come with any diamonds; only opals and zircons :/
Ezum has been briefly renamed to ‘Guilty’ because the fort has 5 different Ezums. I didn’t know who to throw in the slammer.
Maga DeepSubtle’s rampage is really something else in Legends:
(https://i.imgur.com/wN1vw9G.png)
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Hmmm...yummy Forgotten beast.
At this rate we're no longer going to be in the Age of Goblins.
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12.6 TowerEnded 1106 & 1107
(Ral WheelStakes, mayor of TowerEnded between 1106 and 1108)
We need a new mayor. The current one, Kel, has proven herself a vainglorious incompetent, and it’s obvious this fort will not put up with this. Come summer, we’ll run a new election, and I’ll throw my proverbial cap in the ring. She already annoyed most of the fort by issuing an export ban after said exports have already happened, but this spring she’s really crossed the line.
After Kivish MineCaught was killed by Maga DeepSubtle, the position of broker was left unoccupied. So in Obsidian, we asked who’d be interested in taking it up. And Kel insisted she can do it, and that she’s the best choice. We believed her, and gave her the job… and then we found out she can't even appraise the value of objects.
Not that she’s bad at it, she’s completely incapable of doing so. It’s a good thing we caught this idiocy before the caravan arrived; we do not want to embarrass ourselves before the world’s premier gossip mongers.
1106.05.17 Kel has stopped being mayor. This I expected. What I didn’t expect is that I was elected in her place. I promptly (mis)use my authority to forbid the export of rings; it doesn’t serve the fort, but after the previous mayor’s screw-ups standards are lax, and the general opinion is that nobody could possibly screw up any worse. This is the perfect time to feather my nest, so to speak.
But it’s not all selfishness, theft, and grift. This year, we’re digging out adamantine. There’s a spire relatively close to the smithy; I’m giving miners the task to get some raw adamantine out of it without annihilating the entire fort. They start digging from the roof of the third cavern downwards, and judging by the shape of the spire, we should have at least 4 levels that are safe.
This first adamantine is earmarked for weapons. The axe-dwarves already have some legendary members, and more will doubtlessly follow; they deserve better than copper axes. Plus, the swords-dwarves and spear-dwarves have been training tirelessly, and are advancing quickly. It might be that they'll be legendary too by the time adamantine is fully processed.
(https://i.imgur.com/mU84fHI.png)
1107.08.26 A Giantess has been sighted above ground, off to the South. She’s currently chasing badgers, but soon she’ll find the fort. The well-learned among us tentatively identify her as Stratab Climaxhale the Impervious Sports, a creature that mostly preyed upon humans off to the south-east, in the other end of the world.
(https://i.imgur.com/qOX7TTG.png)
Crossbow-dwarves and the first axes are sent to intercept; they choose to place themselves before the caravan, which hasn’t left yet. The Giantess has arrived just as the month turned, and it is indeed Stratab; her scars are unmistakable. What she’s doing so far from her usual haunts is a mystery that may never be answered; she’s killed immediately, in sight of the leaving caravan.
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She has three artifacts in her possession: a dwarf bone totem named CharcoalSteel, a toy hammer made of pipe opal named BrazenGlosses the Diamond Treason, and finally an actual weapon: a legendary copper maul named The Mythical Continent.
(https://i.imgur.com/MNrEocj.png)
These treasures remind me of all the abandoned sites that house other treasures and artifacts; we should go grab them. So the army is split: the first axes will stay in the fort to deal with the unexpected, but the other five squads will be sent out, to our abandoned neighbors.
To our south, the fortress of ScarredGlazes was visited by our two least-trained squads, and emptied entirely. There are only 3 rumored treasures that we haven’t found; they might not be there anymore.
The dark pits of BoilCurses are very close to ScarredGlazes, and completely uninhabited. 10 books have been retrieved from it, 2 have been left where they lay.
(https://i.imgur.com/MnvNGJi.png)
To the west of TowerEnded, lies a cluster of 5 abandoned sites. The cave of FortuneShaft has been scouted, and nothing was found in it. It’s supposed to be inhabited by an ettin, Bem GlistenedAbbey, but there was no trace of him There’s also no trace of the many treasures that creature stole over the years.
(https://i.imgur.com/LBnks36.png)
Next to it, the Monastery of BowTorment was rumored to have books and even adamantine weapons, but it was emptied out three decades ago by the adventurer Sarvesh PaintFist the Diminished Virtues. We didn’t visit it this time.
The Dark Pits of SeedSeduced are empty; all we found were two untitled and unimportant letters, both written by some goblins.
That’s the raiding for this year; we could still check the Dark Pits of PackedBad, and the fortress of WindLure. But these two are supposed to be wealthy, so it’s wise to expect opposition. We’ll visit them some other time.
While the army was raiding, the fort had not been idle. The central pillar in the second cave is large enough for a sizable catacomb; miners have dug it out already, and caskets and coffins are now being carved out of wood and stone.
(https://i.imgur.com/CaHXuF1.png)
In the third cavern, we’ll finally get some use out of the lakes: a reservoir is going to take water from the lake, and feed this fort’s only well. Next to it, a hospital will be built in due time. Considering the lack of wounded so far, it’s perhaps not a high priority.
1107
We’ve all agreed to breach the second cavern; the noises of dying creatures are driving us mad.
Preparations are complete: the army was equipped with adamantine axes, swords, and spears, the catacombs are excavated and have some coffins already placed, and the well in the cavern is already in use.
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1107.03.11 The hatch has been opened!
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Spos has been killed, without any dwarven deaths. Due to the way dwarves were arranged, it couldn’t catch all of them in webs, and the still-mobile dwarves quickly dealt a killing blow. The adamantine axe which struck the killer blow has been named CultBanner.
(https://i.imgur.com/N2RMBpB.png)
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As it’s become our habit, the Forgotten Beast has been butchered:
(https://i.imgur.com/m1NHDWw.png)
The cavern floor is covered in decayed corpses, and spider webs. Were we of a softer constitution, this sight would terrify us.
(https://i.imgur.com/eSH88ym.png)
First thing’s first: the little column is far too small for our needs, so we wall up portions of the cavern to expand the safe space available to us. This space is then occupied by looms, the entire fort is ‘drafted’ as weavers, and a massive silk gathering operation is underway:
(https://i.imgur.com/gLtlqZA.png)
While this is going on, the rest of the fort has not stopped existing. After Usek PlayIvory stole the Onslaught of Fogs, we’ve made a policy of interrogating every new arrival. One goblin gave us more than we bargained for: turns out the goblin beast hunter “Kivish SilveryStone” is actually Ngokang BluntHells, an experienced goblin thief. He was planning to steal SpiteSquids, a legendary copper axe looted from Scarredglazes. He was soundly beaten, but after a month he just picked up SpiteSquids and left.
We.. may need more permanent solutions to the problem of thieves.
1107.06.07 Another Forgotten Beast arrived, and promptly engaged ‘previous resident’ Nazom in combat. A gigantic scaly bristleworm, it has thin wings of stretched skin and emits gas; presumably poisonous, as it kills Nazom rather quickly. Scholars are quite certain it’s never been seen before, and they give it the name Icithi the Larval Bones.
(https://i.imgur.com/P4QGE2y.png)
1107.06.18 This time the second cavern receives a visitor: Ab ProfaneLie the Mysterious is much better known to us, having raided the center of the world since the 400s.
(https://i.imgur.com/AvpPh2O.png)
We call the alarm, and empty the cavern. The military is called in: axe-dwarves, hammer-dwarves and crossbows, given the thing can fly. Once again, we shouldn’t have worried: a spear-dwarfette shattered the beast by striking it with her shield. It left behind a pile of salt and its unnatural wings.
(https://i.imgur.com/iwRSr30.png)
1107.07.08 Some Forgotten Beasts come pre-killed: Megob Moldspiders the Hellish was likely struck down by Spos, somewhere in late 1104 by the state of the corpse. This creature plagued the center of the world between 73 and 500, rampaging many times through ScaldedBridged and MazeIrons. Our fellow dwarves from the Lauded Merchant will be glad to hear of its demise.
(https://i.imgur.com/w83oKGX.png)
It’s about time we shut down cavern operations; the caravan will arrive soon.
1107.07.15 The caravan arrives, as it usually does. While trade is underway, I talk (and gossip) with the outpost liaison. In particular, I ask about a certain hamster man, and where his ‘unknown’ master, the human mummy Rafeb LunchesDents, might hide himself.
They’re expected to be in the tomb of InchedFence, about three days’ travel from us:
(https://i.imgur.com/FIk50st.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/9d3OnSY.png)
No rumors place the lost Onslaught of Fogs in this tomb, but we still suspect it’s there. The army will pay them a visit, once the second cave is secured.
After this, I’ve been informed Akon StandardBaited the Lord of Dogs has arrived in the now-empty second cavern. It started killing the wildlife, as they do, so it’s inevitable we’ll have to confront it eventually; but not now. We have gathered a spectacular amount of corpses from the cave, in addition to all the silk thread, and we’ll be busy for months processing our gains.
1107.11.04 A second beast joins Akon in cave 2; this enormous graphite dimetrodon doesn’t match any records. It kills Akon after a protracted struggle, and we name it Usu DieTombs. It won’t stick around for long: on the 25th, it was struck down by a manera of all things.
(https://i.imgur.com/KZKN1u4.png)
1107.11.11 A mere week later, the first cave receives a Forgotten Beast: Ebra Minewasted the Guts of Night. Another migrant from the center of the world, it has nothing to kill and is simply loitering around.
(https://i.imgur.com/x90ayFw.png)
As for us? We’re making ourselves new clothes, from the stockpiled plant thread, and newly-acquired silk. We have neglected civilian clothing, and the situation is critical.
In TowerEnded, silk industry go brrrrr.
This fort has a truly rediculous number of Forgotten Beasts. Chill, dude. And: can we appreciate the hilarity of a cat jumping in to attack a forgotten Beast?
(https://i.imgur.com/eOtZ6Jj.png)
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This fort is like a magnet for forgotten beasts.
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I never like digging too deep myself. Vampires and weres are bad enough. But trying to secure the caves and make sure nothing gets into my settlements is always such a pain. >:(
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The save is here (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16550), with the date of
1113 1112.03.13; it's gotten at ~200 MB while zipped. I still have 1, possibly 2, write-ups to do; not sure when they'll come, as my schedule is going to be hectic for the next few days at least. Can't wait to get to them, though, because I get to pick up one of the story hooks I laid at the very start and had given up on ever reconnecting to the main storyline.
Also, for the first time in my life, I'm going to retcon something I wrote: the last half year I posted will get some revisions. TowerEnded got itself a new mayor in the summer of 1107, and I completely missed it the first time around. Normally I'd gloss over it, but this time it can be made to reflect/impact the narrative. So retcon it is.
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Also, for the first time in my life, I'm going to retcon something I wrote: the last half year I posted will get some revisions. TowerEnded got itself a new mayor in the summer of 1107, and I completely missed it the first time around. Normally I'd gloss over it, but this time it can be made to reflect/impact the narrative. So retcon it is.
Look forward to the last few chapters. I will tell Bob he is up!
Also noticed that it looks like Grognak MAY have been promoted.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/d9/4e/pyncicZb_o.jpg)
Cool. Snow White hasn't done anything.
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Downloaded the save. I'll get started within the next couple days.
(Also, open for suggestions/ideas what to try out.)
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wonder how Sarvesh is
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(Also, open for suggestions/ideas what to try out.)
I am not sure if this is a suggestion or an idea but I am very interested in what is happening to the goblins. Maybe a goblin character to search on what is happening to your people? That's kind of a Hero/Cleaner character. Otherwise there will be a New Age soon.
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The save is here (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16550), with the date of 1113.03.13; it's gotten at ~200 MB while zipped. I still have 1, possibly 2, write-ups to do; not sure when they'll come, as my schedule is going to be hectic for the next few days at least. Can't wait to get to them, though, because I get to pick up one of the story hooks I laid at the very start and had given up on ever reconnecting to the main storyline.
Also, for the first time in my life, I'm going to retcon something I wrote: the last half year I posted will get some revisions. TowerEnded got itself a new mayor in the summer of 1107, and I completely missed it the first time around. Normally I'd gloss over it, but this time it can be made to reflect/impact the narrative. So retcon it is.
nicely done! your posts were super thorough added a lot to the worldbuilding done so far. and I'm surprised you've never retconned before - so much detail inevitably leads to confusion or re-writes.
looking forward to your turn Brewer! Welcome to the desert.
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I have been told by brewer bob that he wishes pass on his turn. Just not in the mood to write. Or the ducks got him.
So I will be alerting well, you Salmeuk.
Oh, and StrikaAmaru, keeping posting your stories I will add them to the first page in proper order.
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So, a small note: a week ago, when I posted the save, I dun goofed and said the year was 1113. It's not. It's 1112. Oops.
There will be multiple write-ups, like I suspected; there's just too much to cover between 1107 and 1112. Plus, I think I should keep my posts a little smaller, because they're easier to read. That's something else I keep not doing.
12.7 TowerEnded 1107-1108
1107 (Summer Redone)
1107.07.15 The caravan arrives, as it usually does. While trade is underway, I talk (and gossip) with the outpost liaison. In particular, I ask about a certain hamster man, and where his ‘unknown’ master, the human mummy Rafeb LunchesDents, might hide himself.
They’re expected to be in the tomb of InchedFence, about three days’ travel from us:
(https://i.imgur.com/FIk50st.png) (https://i.imgur.com/9d3OnSY.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/3h4VEfy.png)
No rumors place the lost Onslaught of Fogs in this tomb, but we still suspect it’s there. The army will pay them a visit, once the second cave is secured.
1107.07.17 Well damn. My plans of violence and retribution have been dashed; as of today, I am no longer mayor. The customary vote has chosen madam Nil TautCanyon; she is the wife of our broker, and mother to three children living in the fort. She is, in truth, one of the reasons why our thread and cloth industry has received so much attention: she has been complaining ceaselessly about the state of clothing.
Given her election, it would appear a majority of the fort approves; perhaps I’ve been overly focused on strategy. I can only accept my defeat with grace… and carry on with the fort’s military matters, while Nil handles more domestic aspects. This may yet work out to everyone’s benefit.
1107.09.10 I’ve been informed Akon StandardBaited the Lord of Dogs has arrived in the now-empty second cavern. It started killing the wildlife, as they do, so it’s inevitable we’ll have to confront it eventually; but not now. We have gathered a spectacular amount of corpses from the cave, in addition to all the silk thread, and we’ll be busy for months processing our gains.
1107.11.04 A second beast joins Akon in cave 2; this enormous graphite dimetrodon doesn’t match any records. It kills Akon after a protracted struggle, and we name it Usu DieTombs. It doesn’t stick around for long: on the 25th, it was struck down by a manera of all things.
(https://i.imgur.com/KZKN1u4.png)
1107.11.11 A mere week later, the first cave receives a Forgotten Beast: Ebra MineWasted the Guts of Night. Another migrant from the center of the world, Ebra is well known to us, as it’s been rampaging regularly through the lands directly south of our own ancestral lands. In TowerEnded, it has nothing to kill and is simply loitering around.
(https://i.imgur.com/x90ayFw.png)
1108
We may have a serious problem on our hands…
After the Onslaught of Fog was stolen by a certain undead hamster man, the fort established a standing policy that every visitor is to be interrogated. Most of these are duds, especially among the scholars who sincerely arrive here only for study; we’ve amassed a sizable library, after exploring every abandoned fort, cave, monastery and pit around us.
But once in a while, we find ourselves faced with a criminal, who, after a few flattering remarks, cheerily confesses to their crimes. Not all of them can be pursued further; it’s common to learn of things which happened centuries ago, in distant lands. But once in a while, we’re blessed with a fool who’ll not hesitate to brag about crimes committed in TowerEnded. One of these prideful idiots is the goblin “Kivish SilveryStone”... or should we call him Ngokang BluntHells?
(https://i.imgur.com/Glzeke8.png)
This green-skinned villain is already responsible for the corruption of Hammerdwarf GladWorks, and the theft of SpiteSquids, a legendary copper axe retrieved from ScarredGlazes. Since SpiteSquids was loot to begin with, we weren’t all that invested in it… but.
Ngokang returned last year, in early autumn, this time claiming to be the goblin “Besmar FlagRouts”, and planning to steal another ancient and storied artifact: the cave spider silk cap LinedFinder the Pristine Dreamy Conqueror. Our wonderful Captain of the Guard has plied him with drink and flattery, and once again got the goblin to spill all his secrets. To my shame, I hadn’t noticed; I was preoccupied with losing my mayoral position, and this report has slipped by me.
(https://i.imgur.com/JHibmLp.png)
That is how we’ve learned of where SpiteSquids was taken: to FrayMaligned, the citadel of the Disloyalties of Soot, and Bosa DoomHood, Ngokang’s master. The Dishonesties of Soot have already attacked our own Mountainhome, as well as a smattering of other possessions; if they now also come to spy and rob TowerEnded, we are practically obligated to retaliate.
The Dark Fortress of FrayMaligned is now the last remaining citadel of the Dishonesties of Soot. Their many wars have turned the world against them, and their ancestral cluster of forts and pits has been gradually lost; mostly to a human civilization known as The Group of Waving, but also to a group of kobolds, of all things.
TowerEnded was explicitly set up to bring down a tower; I suppose it was overly-naive of us to assume we can fight our enemies one at a time.
Unfortunately, no attack will happen any time soon; the fort is still busy with gathering silk from the second cave. The bounty of corpses is being ignored for the time being, until we can afford to trample over any remaining silk patches. Then we’ll also begin raising walls, and fully secure the cavern; likely somewhere around summer. I cannot disagree with that, considering just how many ancient beasts come to our fortress.
1108.04.27 Speaking of Forgotten Beasts, an enormous fire-breathing beakless martin was seen in the first cavern. Once again, we have no record of any beast resembling it, and we have named it Avuz, after a foreign god of mountains and caverns. It quickly began fighting Ebra Minewasted the Guts of Night, the previous resident of the cavern.
(https://i.imgur.com/jBTlbq4.png)
1108.05.02 After a long battle, Avuz has killed Ebra; it’s a great relief to mark its death in our books.
1108.06.10 Tolon NoblePrinces the Grand arrived in the third cavern lake, in the same place where Maga has breached the supposedly safe zone and killed 4 people. Tolon seems content to wander aimlessly through the lake, but then again so did Maga, at first. We watch it carefully.
(https://i.imgur.com/YZkWH6g.png)
1108.07.03 Not careful enough; we take our eyes away from the beast for a few minutes only, and it’s suddenly inside the well area. It engages and kills a dwarf named Onol TiredRings, father to four children in the fort. His wife is our esteemed captain of the guard, Risen ClaspCat, who ferreted out many secrets from many infiltrators.
(https://i.imgur.com/c1UqycR.png)
We’re still baffled about how it could have possibly entered. The well itself is out of the question, because it’s separated from the lake by a fortification; this is hardly the first cavern well we’ve built in our history.
The closest to an entry we can find is a diagonal nook above the wall; it has a wall built under it, so it really should be properly sealed. It shouldn’t be accessible at all, never mind allow the passage of a Forgotten Beast. But, given the speed of Tolon’s entry, we have no other explanation. We build a wall on top of the offending tile, and hope that’s the end of it.
(https://i.imgur.com/L8o4CAd.png)
1108.08.03 Nglush GallEchoes the Canker of Night, a fire-breathing one-eyed capybara, arrives on the other side of the third cavern, in the little trap between walls that we’ve already proven to be impassable. This is a rare beast, having been documented only 4 times before; if it weren’t for the extreme danger of its fire-breath, we may not even have known about it. Nglush very quickly kills the local ‘champion’, Ithici, once again proving its lethality.
1108.11.01 Nglush scores another kill -- FrothyDeeps the Larva of Filths, a beast that used to rampage through the north-eastern side of the Desert of Equaling. Our fellow dwarves from the Boats of Humility will be glad to learn of its demise.
1108.11.20 Not a beast, for once, but a fey mood: Medtob SideWhips, our already-legendary weaponsmith, has been possessed by unknown forces; it claims to want bars, but those it has available don’t appear suitable. It’s very likely it desires adamantine, and nothing else will do.
For others, that could be a problem; using adamantine requires the mayor’s approval, what with being a strategic reserve. But Medtob will certainly receive access; it’s already a weaponsmith, and is known to like short swords. A certain door is unlocked, and Medtob comes rushing in:
(https://i.imgur.com/it1e0Xu.png)
And we are… disappointed feels like a wrong word to use for an artifact, but we must use it regardless. Instead of the expected artifact adamantine short sword, we receive… an anvil.
(https://i.imgur.com/nsrKqhp.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/AL1Rbfq.png)
Still, there’s no arguing with unknowable forces of inspiration and madness. We’ve decided to use the artifact in one of the older smithies, in place of an iron anvil. At least the smiths will enjoy the sight of it.
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You're going to kill all the Forgotten Beasts. Save some for the rest of us.
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Hey, if they come, I'm going to kill them /jk
Frankly, I'm not 100% sure how to handle the Forgotten Beasts. We readers, viewing the fort from the Doylistic perspective, don't particularly care that some giant slavering whatever has arrived in the third cavern and died to another whatever. But from a Watsonian perspective, dwarves would very much care about the horrors in their basement -- to the point where I'm role-playing dwarven education as including the memorization of all known FBs. So I've always felt that I can't just ignore their existence, even if it distracts from the story.
It belatedly occurs to me I could have set up a sort of "Beast Master's Log" to document all the Beasts, and left the main narrative to mention them only when they actively interact with the Fort; i.e. killing 4 people in a stairway. I'm going to try this from now on.
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Nglush GallEchoes the Canker of Night, a fire-breathing one-eyed capybara
Nglush also happens to moonlight as the final boss of Waterlures
An adamantine anvil? I dunno that is just about as dwarfy as these things get. Also... Light enough a child could carry it! Portable! Yours now for $19.95!
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12.8 TowerEnded 1109
With everyone clothed and the fortress more-or-less in order, the squad commanders have petitioned the mayor to resume military operations; I’m relieved that I’m not the only one beating on this particular drum.
The tower of SavageSculpted, will, for once, be attacked by us. Despite the two attacks it launched upon us, it still claims to be ‘at peace’ with TowerEnded. It’s about time we return some of that peace, right back at it. We’ll keep the First Axes, our most experienced troops, to guard the fort, but the other 5 squads will be sent out.
The Second Axes, Crossbows, and Spears will go to raze the tower; meanwhile, our least-experienced troops, the Swords and Hammers, will be sent against the cavern of MiredCracked. This den of kobolds has been robbing everyone and everything for centuries, and we are finally fed up with it.
(https://i.imgur.com/oTzLueR.png)
While the military travels, the fort carries on. An interrogation report has come by my desk; it’s notable because it doesn't have an undead plotting against us. Wonder of wonders.
(https://i.imgur.com/Ms4fIR5.png)
If I’m being paranoid about it, I suppose the report could be regarded as suspect: the undead in question, Urdim RingLabor, has been a captain of the guard himself, when he was still living. It’s not impossible that he may have enough knowledge to deceive our own captain. For now, we’ll presume he is innocent, and merely watch over him.
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All troops have returned by the end of Granite. The tower of SavageSculpted doesn’t fall, despite its many losses. Pestrat himself has been killed by Shorast BaldCopper, commander of the Spear squad, but the Tower itself perseveres.
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Half this fort's reason for existing has been achieved, and it seems just so... anticlimactic.
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MiredCracked falls entirely; our 20 half-trained soldiers face off against 86 kobolds, and wipe them out completely.
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The two treasures rumored to have been stored in the cave have been retrieved: The Wheel of Fortune, a tsavorite scepter, and SellFortune, a dwarf skull totem. Both were created centuries ago in ScarredGlazes, and SellFortune was made by a goblin -- hence the grizzly choice of material. Troops couldn’t capture any of the giant cave spiders that the kobolds had tamed; they were trained as war beasts, and had to be killed.
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It’s now time to rest, heal wounds, and upgrade gear, if needed. Once summer comes around, we’ll either be attacked, or we’ll attack in turn.
1109.02.12 LessenedSkirted, an artifact brown zircon crafted here in 1104, is now missing from TowerEnded! A swift bout of interrogations finds the culprit: Oddom ConfineDagger. He arrived mere days ago, which is why there wasn’t an existing interrogation.
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The treasure isn’t in his possession, and he didn’t implicate any citizen. We can still condemn him for espionage, but his accomplice for the theft remains unknown. Without an established prison, the would-be thief leaves after his beating, and we are left with an unsolved mystery. The perfect brown zircon is somewhere in the fort, but… where?
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Summer arrives, and Oddom returns briefly. He doesn’t seem to do any harm, nor take any treasures, and the interrogation has revealed no new information. As far as we can tell, he was merely passing through:
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But, back to martial matters. We were not attacked, so we’ll be the ones attacking. While the rest of the fort is preparing to receive the human caravan, the best-trained troops (the marks-dwarves and ax-dwarves) are sent to whittle the Tower’s defenses. They had no surprises: as it was planned, the troops snuck about, killed whichever undead crossed their path, then retreated.
Unless the unexpected happens, we’ll run a full attack upon the Tower at the end of this season, and hopefully raze it from existence.
1109.04.17 Elections have taken place again, and I’m back as mayor! My priority now should be the caravan, but they can wait for a few more days. Instead, I order a jail hastily built in a still-unused suite of rooms originally intended for unexpected nobility:
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Then I can deal with the merchants. Afterwards, I’ll take a closer look at our military, and see if they require anything else.
1109.06.01 Troops have rested and resupplied; it’s time to finish off the Tower. With its chief necromancer dead and only undirected mindless undead wandering through it, it should be a soft target; nonetheless, the entire army will be sent on this endeavor.
1109.06.06 The Tower was very far from a soft target: although our troops have nearly annihilated its undead residents, we’ve paid a heavy price for it. Nine dwarves total -- three ax-dwarves, three spear-dwarves, two crossbow-dwarves and one sword-dwarf have left their bones within that cursed place:
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1109.07.11 A last attack has finally annihilated the Tower of SavageSculpted. With only 8 undead left in its twisted corridors, we finally had our short victorious war.
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1109.07.12 While we’re distracted with raids and still reeling from last month’s losses, Ngokang stole an artifact goblin bone scepter and fled the fortress; and so we lost The Profane Hall. To be frank, I’m not all that sorry about it; only a goblin could appreciate a scepter made from the bones of one of their kin. He is condemned in absentia, and the next time he shows his face in this fort he’ll get beaten and imprisoned.
1109.08.05 Usek PlayIvory, the undead hamster man, has returned to TowerEnded, and was promptly imprisoned for his theft from 1104. He had a pending 8-month sentence, and now it’s being executed.
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Winter has come, temperatures are not as oppressively scorching as they usually are, and it’s time for TowerEnded’s army to deal with its other foes.
The Tomb of InchedFence, home of Usek PlayIvory and place of dubious rest for his master Rafeb LunchesDents, will be raided by 32 dwarves; these are the combined numbers of our second axes, marksdwarves, swords, and hammers. With only seven undead humans inhabiting it, it shouldn’t pose much of a problem.
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The Dark Fortress FrayMaligned is reported to have a very low population, only 30 or so goblins, but there’s no telling how many trolls, beak dogs, or other creatures are also loitering among the ruined glory of an ancient goblin stronghold. We decide for a probing attack, made by the First Axes and the Spears. Their job is to verify our information, and to remove as many enemies as it is opportune.
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This arrangement leaves the fortress undefended, but we gamble we’ll be fine. Or at least, that we can close hatches until the troops return.
1109.11.07 FrayMaligned was reached first; it was an unmitigated disaster. Of the 17 dwarves sent, only one has returned: Eral BronzeFold, a legendary axe-dwarf who didn’t really stand out until now. It’s only thanks to him that we have any idea of what happened: the Fortress was defended by the famed Goblin Lady Smunstu MenaceTempt: 350 years old, and collecting skills like kobolds collect trinkets:
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Thanks to her brilliant leadership and warcraft, the First Axes and the Spears have been lost. 12 have been killed, and 4 have been taken prisoner -- two swords-dwarves, and two spear-dwarves, including the respective leaders of these squads.
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We have severely underestimated the goblins.
The fort is, understandably, in chaos. I announce the formation of two new axe squads, to be led by two veteran axe-dwarves, presuming they should return well. We are immediately swamped by volunteers, and it will be up to the future squad leaders to whittle them down to 20.
1109.11.09 The attack on Inchedfence has gone much better. All expected 7 humans have been re-killed; Rafeb LunchesDents was struck down by the sword-dwarf Rith Shootgleam. The troops then scoured the tomb, but could not find the Onslaught of Fogs.
With all returned, it’s my grim duty to disband the old squads, and recreate the new ones. The new First Axes still hold the fort’s finest axe-dwarves… all 6 of them, now that 2 have been made into squad leaders. Crossbow-dwarves number 8, after losing two in SavageSculpted. Sword-dwarves number 9, and that’s after re-drafting a married couple who had previously retired to care for their infant child. Hammerers are the one squad to boast full numbers. And lastly, no spear-dwarves remain; there will never be another spear-dwarf squad in TowerEnded. The 20 new recruits are once again sent into the barracks, to train without any other distractions. And now, we wait for spring.
Onget SearchHatchet, legendary ax-dwarf of TowerEnded, made its way through the tomb’s maze-like corridors with care; it would be ridiculous to have lived this long, done this much, and reached this far, only to die in some shoddy human trap. An un-dwarven death.
The seven undead humans inhabiting this tomb have all been slain already, as was one undead kobold they hadn’t known about. The hamster man was the last, and he was rotting (heh) in a cage in TowerEnded. Onget believed the undead should be killed anyway; he knew he wasn’t the only one. It likely wouldn’t happen; killing prisoners was something the undead or the goblins did, not civilized people. But still… perhaps a little accident could be arranged? There’s no need to lose face, but there’s also no need to let an abomination walk free.
But that was for later, when he returned to TowerEnded. Now, they were all scouring the tomb for a lost artifact copper breastplate. None of the corpses had it on them; which made sense, the breastplate was sized for dwarves not humans. In fact, none of the 9 creatures associated with the tomb even had the ability to wear the Onslaught of Fogs; but they still strived to acquire it.
Onget idly wondered: was this simple greed pushing them? Or did they intend to seduce away another dwarf, and the breastplate was a part of their price? There was no way to tell anymore.
The victorious troops had already found two books, but not the Onslaught of Fogs; even if they failed, they would not return entirely empty-handed.
Onget carefully opened a door on the second level of the tomb. It opened into a three-wide corridor, whose walls were lined with pedestals; and on the most distant one, lay a flawless copper breastplate. He had found it. They could all finally leave for home.
Although… should he keep it? He wondered idly while checking the floor for any hidden traps. He already wore a copper breastplate; a masterwork, for sure, but not an artifact. Does a legendary ax-dwarf not deserve legendary armor? Did he not earn it by now?
Onget took the artifact breastplate, and concealed it in his backpack, by his food rations. He doubted he could use it while still in TowerEnded, but there was always another fort.
One day later, the 32 troops that razed InchedFence left back for TowerEnded, believing they had not found the Onslaught of Fog. All, but one.
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The Beast Master’s Log:
1109.02.14 An unknown beast arrives in the first cave. A skinless lizard, with three broad horns; it spits out gas that’s sufficiently potent to affect Avuz, so we’re naming it The Tenebrous Poison. Despite its poisonous exhalations, Avuz kills it.
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1109.05.03 Another brand-new Beast arrives in TowerEnded, only to swiftly die to its fire-breathing residents. An eyeless hummingbird with indigo feathers and a bulging trunk, we name it Kadol DaggerEcho; it bled to death in the heat of Avuz MurkyGrowled the Fierce’s fires.
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1109.05.13 Ten days later, the story repeats in the third cavern: we almost log the Beast as a new one, but we think it may be known: Weri SinfulDemon, who attacked HallCaught once in 110, then was not seen until now, when it arrived to die to Nglush.
1109.07.11 Another beast, same cave, same fate. This one seems to be Aru, a towering hairy butterfly, who rampaged twice through the fort of SquirtedWheel, in 47 and 52, achieved no casualties, and then vanished until now.
1109.09.11 Sofipu Seduceddogs the Loyalty of Echoes was struck down by the forgotten beast Avuz Murkygrowled the Fierce. Sofipu is an ancient enemy of ours (among others), having rampaged since the beginning of the world through our ancestral lands. With its demise, the many dead of ElderTrade are finally avenged.
I’ve glossed over a third theft, because it happened in the same conditions as the other two:
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Long story short, Risen ‘Mother 01’ ClaspCat is a thoroughly corrupt dwarfette. Her hubby died last year (1108.07.03), so there’s definitely potential for a story there… single mom, 5 children, one of them a tiny baby, she no longer feels she can afford trouble, and has no issue skimming a little bit off the top for herself and the family she’s now solely responsible for.
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I totally forgot that crimes could happen. I don't really play that side of the game much. This is amazing.
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I giggled when I realized how deep the conspiracy went. Also,
It’s only thanks to him that we have any idea of what happened: the Fortress was defended by the famed Goblin Lady Smunstu MenaceTempt: 350 years old, and collecting skills like kobolds collect trinkets:
looks like we got ourselves a final boss!!
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Cratormanor, a tavern on top of a volcano.
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The entrance site will be a grand bridge spanning an artifical caldera. first modest steps:
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A season passes. Work and not much else. A few goats. It's the top of a volcano what do you expect?
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The traders give us plump helmets and some steel bars for trinkets.
Below, the caverns are found at 138z and 146z respectively. numerous plants and *thank god* water. However dank, we shall drink, this cavern lake, kind of stinks.
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A small workshop space and storeroom were quickly formed. Multicolored fungal wood, chopped into logs, began to pour into storage. Winter arrived. No snow.. This is the World of Bones after all.
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Volcano goats. Very rare. Are they good eating?
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Volcano goats. Very rare. Are they good eating?
none have yet been captured. they spend their strange goat lives peering at us suspiciously from the cliffs
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Aaah, an architectural endeavor in Dwarf Fortress. I wish you the best of luck!
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Finally done! I only figured out last night how I wanted to close this.
12.9 TowerEnded 1110-12
All dwarfs that have the slightest bit of military skill, including those caring for small children, have been drafted. With this otherwise-unthinkable measure, we’ve managed to increase our military to 35 dwarves, grouped in four squads. Crossbows, axes, swords, and hammers all then travel to FrayMaligned, in a desperate bid to rescue our four imprisoned kin.
1110.01.19 What we found was terrible beyond our worst nightmares:
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Three of our four captured dwarves stood on FrayMaligned’s fortifications, flanking the centuries-old monster that is Smunstu MenaceTempt like an honor guard would flank a sovereign. They’re fully kitted out, in our masterwork armor and weapons: these are no mere prisoners, these are traitors. We can’t see their faces, but Smunstu is grinning widely.
The shock is great; we know these people well, after all. Axe-dwarf WarmRacks, leader of the First Axes, has fought and killed the giantess Stratab ClimaxHale the Impervious Sports in defense of TowerEnded. Spear-dwarf BaldCopper, leader of the spear squad, is one of our treasured heroes: it was he who delivered the death blow to Pestrat PerplexedBrain. Cerol EmeraldShield had always presented herself as a consummate warrior, and had served in the army since her arrival in 1103.
This could have been the end of TowerEnded, then and there. A successful defense by the goblins, aided by our newly-revealed traitors, could have wiped out all our forces. Then TowerEnded could have been attacked and overrun before it could train a new military. But the leader of this attack was Adil SnakeLancers, and Adil has always been a practical dwarf.
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It was incomprehensible that all these people had suddenly turned traitor; but nonetheless, it was also clear that they were now traitors. So that is what Adil would address. He and about two thirds of his troops faced Smunstu, and prepared for her attacks, be they in combat or with words.
Adil had already spread out those of his troops that were best at ambushes, while he and the rest took on the dangerous task of being the loud and highly visible distraction. So it was in these scattered troops that he placed his faith for the first encounter.
And place it well he did. Just as Smunstu opened her mouth for some doubtlessly cruel taunt, dwarves spring out of ambush.
Hammerer SpinSack falls upon speardwarf BaldCopper, and pulps his head in one strike; the traitor never stood a chance. Axe-dwarf WarmRacks soon follows, though she at least receives enough of a fore-warning to put up a fight:
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Adil’s group doesn’t stand idle: they charge the massed trolls, and scythe through their ranks:
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Marksdwarf TautCanyons, former mayor of TowerEnded between 1107 and 1108, finds herself with several clear shots on Smunstu; the goblin manages to parry or dodge a few, as expected of such a skilled warrior, but eventually all luck runs out, and bolts begin to strike true:
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The last to die is Cerol EmeraldShield; being ‘merely’ a master spear-dwarf, she was left for last, after the legendary weapon-lords.
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By the end of the day, all living beings in FrayMaligned had either died, fled, or hid well enough that the invading dwarves could not find them. Still in shock after witnessing such betrayal, the dwarves leave the Dark Fortress at sundown; it’s best to avoid the burning sun for the trip.
They arrive in TowerEnded three days later. The news of Smunstu’s death is drowned out by the shock of treason. The entire fort is abuzz with rumors and theories. The three were barely imprisoned in mid-winter, how was it possible for them to have turned against us by early spring? Were Smunstu’s skills sufficient to turn loyal dwarves into her puppets? Or, the worst possibility, they have always been spies and traitors, and we have been deceived?
The entire fort is gripped by indecision and paranoia; even the necessity of training is put under doubt: is it of any use, when we may well train our own death? Thankfully, cooler heads prevail, and point out that traitors have already shown their colors; in two battles already, dwarves have had the option to switch sides, and they have not.
The army’s training regimen is resumed; it will be held to the highest standards. And I, as mayor, order the crafting of 9 more adamantine axes; this is how many we can now make, from our remaining stocks of the priceless metal. Additionally, all iron is to be smelted into steel, and all steel is to be made into armor; the heavier logs will be selected from caverns and surface, and burnt for coal. The new parents are retained in military service, and the 20 trainees who volunteered last year are once again confirmed to be excused from all other work.
The Fortress is gearing for war. We will engage in a third attack, as soon as we can. Udib FigureDrinkers, slayer of Maga DeepSubtle, was not seen in the spring attack; is she dead, or was she still prisoner in some hidden nook of the Fortress? And if she was still a prisoner in early spring, perhaps Smunstu’s poisonous influence has not corrupted her. As long as there is a possibility to rescue even one loyal dwarf, we will attempt to do so.
Mid-spring brings 5 new migrants; makes perfect sense, given we recently lost 21 citizens -- or, well, 25. Unfortunately, they are all mostly unskilled, which means they’ll be doomed to a life of hauling, military, or silk collection in the now-secure second cavern.
They did bring news that FrayMaligned has bounced back from its multiple attacks; instead of dropping, its population has somehow increased, from ~30 to ~40 inhabitants:
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This baffles us in turn; we know damn well the fortress is mostly populated by trolls and beak dogs, and any civilized creatures have been killed already. By all rights, FrayMaligned should be on the brink of being deserted.
We could dismiss the new numbers as brazen lies, but that doesn’t seem likely; FrayMaligned, for all its decayed state and dubious political decisions, is a major trade hub for this entire quarter of the world. It’s not really possible to fake a population increase, especially if you’re trying to pretend 0 inhabitants are actually 40.
The worst possible option (for us) would be that goblins have swiftly repopulated FrayMaligned, drawing from their scattered possessions: caves, camps, conquered hamlets, and so on. Perhaps it’s in retaliation for our own attacks; perhaps it was always intended to do so, after the losses it incurred against humans. Either way, we grimly prepare for war.
1110.04.07: The Dishonesties of Soot have come to lay siege: 50-odd human and goblin invaders, which is an important detail, because the Dishonesties of Soot aren’t supposed to have any humans. Seems like the ‘conquered hamlet’ assumption is proven correct.
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They all die very quickly. It’s clear they are not used to their armor; it took them four days to arrive from the slopes of the mountain to the fort’s entrance. The Dishonesties of Soot have thoroughly scraped the bottom of the barrel for this siege.
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We will repay them with the same coin, though with much better troops.
Six more migrants have arrived; like the spring ones, these too are completely unskilled. This dashed my hopes that I could fill the vacancies in the non-axe squads from migrants; or at all, for that matter, since I doubt TowerEnded will ever train anything other than axe-dwarves.
1110.06.20 After what feels like too many delays, the four squads reach FrayMaligned. It is, once again, mostly empty.
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Udib FigureDrinkers, former Hero of TowerEnded and slayer of the Forgotten Beast Maga DeepSubtle the Spidery Menace of Curses, was found scrambling to defend the place; she was screaming futilely at a mob of trolls, trying in vain to organize them.
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She was killed without fanfare by hammer-dwarf Logem LanternGroup.
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Like last time, the troops scoured the place and killed all they could find. But something was visibly missing: there was no burning hatred driving them, or righteous indignation. The dwarves were merely going through the motions, and left for TowerEnded at nightfall.
The shock of spring has curdled into a sort of bitter apathy. Goblins have repopulated FrayMaligned, again, but there was no more will to contest their positions. Even after we were attacked again, in the spring of 1111, it was impossible to drive citizens to vengeance.
Instead, TowerEnded has begun to look only inward; an isolationist current gripped the fort. The military would be maintained, but only for defense. All missing positions in squads were filled, and novices trained alongside legendaries.
Only one sortie has ever left TowerEnded, to check on the tomb of InchedFence; and here the Sword-Lord himself was the driving force. There are no living creatures in it, and no possessions to be found. The tomb is truly empty.
There was still the matter of all the thieves that occasionally show up. In here, opinion has shifted too, and the concept of executing caught thieves has become predominant. I don’t disagree when the thieves are undead, but I still hold some doubt if this should be applied to any living creatures.
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As 1112 turns, I come to the uncomfortable realization that I am no longer the mayor this fort needs. I will serve the remainder of my term, but I will refuse any further nominations. It’s time for a new leader, with a new direction; perhaps Nil TautCanyons will be chosen again, to improve the lives of all citizens? Perhaps it will be someone entirely new? I do not know, but I’m willing to find out.
1110-02-24 New Beast: Ufalo HideousGland, arrives in the first cavern; it was struck down by Avuz one day later.
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1110.09.12 New beast: Nguzo Fategreases the Mine of Biles arrived in the third cavern, on Nuglush’s territory. To my shame, I don’t have a proper description of it: Nuglush GallEchoes the Canker of Night set it on fire before I could reach the viewport, then bit it to death while it was distracted.
1111-01-20 New Beast: Iteg the Larval Gutters; a towering, eyeless tick with a lovely aqua exoskeleton. It arrived in the first cavern, and was struck down by Avuz one day later.
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1111.03.15 Old Beast: Gosmsex Murkspurts was struck down by Nuglush. Gosmex is an old foe of ours, having plagued ElderCraft and ChannelDive in the first century of the world. It has been dormant ever since.
The dwarves of TowerEnded never found out how corrupt Risen ‘Mother 01’ ClaspCat had gotten; and with the new policy of immediate undead murder, they likely never will. Her eldest child is all grown up, and wants to start his own family. Her youngest is nearing 5 years old by now, and has no memory of his father.
Two more corrupt dwarves were never found in TowerEnded. One was Cerol EmeraldShield, who was flattered into treason by the undead human Vanod MasterStabs. Vanod was imprisoned and later murdered, while Cerol died in combat, so the whole thing is moot. The other was one Urdim WhippedSevere, who helped Ngokang BluntHells steal The Profane Hall, artifact goblin bone scepter; nobody wants the creepy thing back, so no real investigation took place.
Onget SearchHatchet is fine, and so is the Onslaught of Fogs that he’s hiding from everybody else. On one hand, he likes the safety provided by TowerEnded; on the other hand, he’d like to actually wear the artifact, and now he sure can’t do that. He’s pretty conflicted on what to do.
Ral WheelStakes stepped out of mayoring, and kinda faded into obscurity. He never joined the military, despite his affinity for it (because it’s a bloomin’ nightmare to send nobles in raids, they lose all their rooms, and it’s such a hassle…)
There were two apocryphal attempts to raze FrayMaligned; they both ended in disaster. And it's extremely frustrating, because FrayMaligned is not supposed to be populated by anything capable of mounting such a devastating defense; there's only trolls in there, for crying out loud!
And lastly, Etur WireFierce, Goblin queen of Dwarves, still reigns in EctoTomes. It was her who inserted agents into TowerEnded, and who commanded them to join with Etur’s ally Smunstu MenaceTempt in a last gamble to break TowerEnded’s spirit. The four 'traitors' have always been loyal to the Cudgel of Time, it’s just that Queen Etur is playing games.
I don’t have the remaining time, and possibly the writing chops, to finish plotting this in detail, or to write her suitably epic epilogue. I'd really like to, though; I have some ideas I'd like to incorporate - that it really was a gamble on Etur's part because it could have also turned TowerEnded into a rogue faction, that Etur doesn't think of this as any sort of "super-sneaky oh-so-smart"; as far as she's concerned, that's just how you live life, that Smunstu and Etur both underestimated just how killy dwarves are... it was not a case of "Just as Planned (TM)", there really were multiple ways this plot could have ended, and in a real sense Etur was also very lucky. The missing piece is how would she justify to her four agents that they need to go against TowerEnded; I got nothing on that.
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Dang that's a lot of dwarves turning against your fort, I haven't heard of that happening before.
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epic journal!! cannot believe you set out and actually defeated Smuntsu the Terror.
And lastly, Etur WireFierce, Goblin queen of Dwarves, still reigns in EctoTomes. It was her who inserted agents into TowerEnded, and who commanded them to join with Etur’s ally Smunstu MenaceTempt in a last gamble to break TowerEnded’s spirit. The four 'traitors' have always been loyal to the Cudgel of Time, it’s just that Queen Etur is playing games.
Queen Etur pulls all the strings. unless I'm mistaken Etur is the same queen who instated herself as such after a bloody, traitorous coup. I wouldn't be surprised if nearly every fortress played so far has had some kind of ... treachery. Of course, your example is a great one. Bravo!
It is rather curious that 100 stupid trolls have managed to maintain their sweaty grip on Fraymaligned despite multiple expeditions.
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Dang that's a lot of dwarves turning against your fort, I haven't heard of that happening before.
They really haven't, as far as I can tell. In Legends, they're always listed as 'prisoners'. But when the raid arrived in FrayMaligned, it killed off everything in the target location, regardless if it was resident or prisoner. I decided to role-play it as dwarves thinking the prisoners committed treason.
It's not always the case, I had successful rescues in private plays, and I'm sure another happened in a community play; either SmithSoldier, or SmallHands.
Queen Etur pulls all the strings. unless I'm mistaken Etur is the same queen who instated herself as such after a bloody, traitorous coup. I wouldn't be surprised if nearly every fortress played so far has had some kind of ... treachery.
The one and only; she's been ruling for 50-odd years now.
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Dang that's a lot of dwarves turning against your fort, I haven't heard of that happening before.
They really haven't, as far as I can tell. In Legends, they're always listed as 'prisoners'. But when the raid arrived in FrayMaligned, it killed off everything in the target location, regardless if it was resident or prisoner. I decided to role-play it as dwarves thinking the prisoners committed treason.
It's not always the case, I had successful rescues in private plays, and I'm sure another happened in a community play; either SmithSoldier, or SmallHands.
At least the wiki states that prisoners "can join civilizations that captured them, so your next raid to the same site can be met with your own armor-clad legendary warriors as defenders, leading to unexpected fun." So, perhaps they actually did commit treason? Or would that have shown in Legends if they joined the civ that captured them?
Speaking of prisoners, I've got a vague recollection that when missions were introduced, I rescued a couple of prisoners who were not from my civ. They then petitioned for asylum or something (can't remember the word used) and eventually became citizens. That's the only time I've had that happen. Any idea if that still happens in 0.47.05? Tried to search for info, but no luck.
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I'm not sure. I have such little experience with raids, to this day...
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Did I mention I used embark anywhere? And there are zero surface plants or trees? A strange uninviting biome, this one.
Things are not great here at Sulusdeduk, or Cratermanor the mountaintop hotel. Our stocks were unexpectedly consumed under mysterious circumstances. This was discovered after a number of the food barrels, assumed to be full of cured meats and fruity drinks, were cracked open only to reveal cobwebs and hoary marmot toenails. A scam by the caravan outfitter?
We all agreed, we would have a knife for him if we ever made it back to the mountainhome.
So the morning was spent catching and eating small rats. The lice gave an interesting texture, to be sure, but the energy would be needed. A cautious search through the caverns for edible tubers commenced, not without success. Soon, our larder was filled with all the classics: plump helmets, cave wheat, pig tails...
(https://i.imgur.com/eR6aZwq.png)
Crundles used this moment to invade our surface workshops. Fierce little creatures, but careless too, and they were easily throttled by our miners and masons.
(https://i.imgur.com/Nru5zhi.png)
We discovered a magma pool, to the northwest of the actual volcano. Potentially useful, but for now, just another hazard.
(https://i.imgur.com/QQasNf5.png)
The metalsmith was beset by creeping eyes, aggressive and threatening and very, very creepy.
(https://i.imgur.com/NKVFbCw.png)
In order to collect the neccesary silk and tubers and wood, we would need to maintain an outpost in the caverns. Space was dedicated for storage and workshops, and bridge-gates and cage traps set up. We were feeling pretty safe when spring rolled around.
A migrant carpenter seized the workshop, demanding wood and cloth... which we provided... but they insisted on something else. Something more specific. No matter what we could not procure this obscure, unknown cloth or wood... and this carpenter went insane, beserk, and was cut down by our axefighter Zefon.
Another horrible accident occurred when the metalsmith was accidentally locked into the newly muddied farms. Busy with other tasks, no dwarf was nearby to hear his screams for help, and he died of dehydration despite being surrounded by moist, muddied farms.
(https://i.imgur.com/Bdx1EiT.png)
A large communal crypt was established near the second caverns.
(https://i.imgur.com/RgM869Q.png)
Progress continues on the surface. Seven seasons have passed since we settled Cratermanor.
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No food? ???
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Got to get those foodstocks.
Also realised im up next and i have time. Looking forward to adventuring the wasteland of bones
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In the autumn of 1114, the mountainhome caravan arrived. We traded crafts for metal bars. It was recently revealed the map lacked all metals, and the only varieties of rock were grey, and black.
It was decided to accent the construction with cavern wood, seeing as there was little color-stone to work with.
(https://i.imgur.com/CiPFJqO.png)
Then, the lobster Radavi arrived. A crustacean horribly large, with webs... I was slow and the dwarves were slower, and soon the creature was upon us in the central staircase.
(https://i.imgur.com/E4XfhAZ.png)
Many died, caught in the webs, however one of our fighters landed a lucky blow and collapsed the thorax of the arboreal death lobster or whatever this thing was.
(https://i.imgur.com/PxNKgWv.png)
The dwarves were buried, and the lobster husk was saved for purposes of adornment. We would show this off to curious visitors - see what we lived through.
(https://i.imgur.com/7fV2VPb.png)
Places made for statues. Construction about as smooth as can be.
(https://i.imgur.com/C33ebtj.gif)
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Another year passed without event. The entire cavern was stripped of wood, and the majority sent to the surface to be used as flooring.
(https://i.imgur.com/NdE8rhv.png)
Then, Smesp arrived. A gila monster, poisonous and slavering, descended upon the woodcutters. Our ill-equipped military was sent to delay the creature as we shut the gates.
(https://i.imgur.com/9EozRdF.png)
But, yet again, the gates failed to close in time, and half our fortress was already en-route to pick up wood near the monster's hunting grounds. Our entire squad was wiped out (Zefon dodged for a few rounds before the poison took him down). The citizens were left to fight in vengeful waves, climbing over the bloodied cave moss to attempt to damage the gila monster. Eventually, the creature tired and bled from the many cuts and tears inflicted by dwarven tooth.
(https://i.imgur.com/LIksHjJ.png)
Even our cavy pup helped, and technically appeared as the last hit in the combat report, suggesting that this lone cavy pup is technically responsible for the death of Smesp. However I couldn't confirm this in-game.
This elation soon turned to horror as the body count was revealed. Two dozen dead, and twice that wounded in some capacity, some seriously paralyzed... there was little that could be done by the remaining dwarves and many more died from infection in the following month. This was followed by many mental breaks and generalized discontent. Soon the tantrums began, and then everything unraveled after that. The few sane dwarves cursed this land and left, taking the cavy pup and animals and retreated south across the deserts, towards the mountainhomes.
(https://i.imgur.com/QsO1NHm.png)
This was the sorry end of Cratormanor.
Final screenshot of what was to become the central floor. RIP my efforts
(https://i.imgur.com/LAuYpJx.png)
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i like to live dangerously, and i am usually punished for it. this case was no exception - I foolishly imagined some wrestlers would keep me safe.
Not much in the way of artifacts but the fact our cavy pup landed the killing blow on a Gila Monster forgotten beast is great.
save here: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16569
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Another legendary animal in the World of Bones, it seems. A duck, a cavy pup and were there some others? Maybe a fort dedicated to the worship and preservation of the history of these legendary creatures is in order?
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Downloading. Time to see whats happening in the world of bones.
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Another legendary animal in the World of Bones, it seems. A duck, a cavy pup and were there some others? Maybe a fort dedicated to the worship and preservation of the history of these legendary creatures is in order?
I like the sound of a museum dedicated to all the legendary animals in the world.
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Another legendary animal in the World of Bones, it seems. A duck, a cavy pup and were there some others? Maybe a fort dedicated to the worship and preservation of the history of these legendary creatures is in order?
I like the sound of a museum dedicated to all the legendary animals in the world.
A museum would be easy. Find a stone level, smooth out rooms, engrave each room with events and adventures of a Hero, maybe place a few statues of that Hero in certain stages of their life, and so on. As long as the animals gained names from their actions they should be easy to find within the historial records and, therefore, the artists should have no problem making statues of them or engraving their stories on the walls.
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I hope the ducks didn't take over..... :D
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it wouldn't be the first time ducks attacked Avolition.
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Question - Should I pick up the last save and start my turn or wait for AvolitionBrit? I know he has been busy and he may have played his turn and just not had time to post a report.
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I would just go for it!~
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I'd PM AvolitionBrit first.
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Ah i see my turn has been up. I did some fort stuff mostly. Will upload soon.
Here - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16600
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Got the save file and have a wild idea I want to try. ;D
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Nice Goblin
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Holmes of Knowledge was a male goblin of the net and the rode, a peaceful fisherman, who lived in Tanlancers and was a citizen of the Cudgel of Time. Tanlancers was a dwarven monastery controlled by the New Merchant of Anguishing. Only a few dozen live in the monastery.
He was on the thin side with extremely long carmine colored hair and sunken red eyes. While thin he had a lot of muscles. His ears were broad as was his head. His skin was a pine green.
But that is where he, and most goblins, parted ways. For he was a believer in the rule of law, that truth was inviolable, and tradition must be maintained at all costs!
He was a weirdo from the point of view of other goblins.
One day he decided to find out the burning question. Why were the goblins slowly dying out?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/a0/a0/hUKMckYS_o.jpg)
Time for an adventure!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/80/35/xakFgIIS_o.jpg)
So he grabbed his equipment.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/85/5sAVbR1b_o.jpg)
And his four dogs and the donkey. But before leaving he needed a starting point. Where would he go first?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/f3/dc/NN9nqIcW_o.jpg)
Maybe the others would know where to point him? But first maybe he should ask the gods first?
He grabbed the die at the foot of the statue. The statue was just a bunch of humans. History which he had no interest it. He rolled the die.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/a7/cf/fzI8gLvJ_o.jpg)
Wow. That was rude.
So he went to find the others.
Funny enough the others were not goblins or dwarfs, they were all humans. Boring, somewhat ugly, humans. He picked Ugrad Egaciro, the axeman, to talk to.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/64/e0/87MUwNLx_o.jpg)
There wasn’t much to talk about. But there was armies and a missing treasure. Armies...well, wars could be the cause of his people’s decreasing numbers.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/97/ec/iARqaViu_o.jpg)
That sounded…interesting. He asked about Terrorhead. Or where it was anyway.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/5c/97/w8IYhaqi_o.jpg)
Of course the answer was not pleasing to him. Great. So he tried a different question.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/86/b2/4q1W4o2L_o.jpg)
No helpful either. He asked about the treasure.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/ea/f8/Lhpj8s4r_o.jpg)
It would allow him to meet other goblins if he found the copper axe and returned it. But the human have a clue on where the thief was!
So he went out and flipped a dog. East it was!
...or he could go back inside and ask where Mopfocuses was and ask information from the people who had been at the scene of the crime?
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Author’s OOC Note:
Rolled a four sided die.
1= East
2=West
3=South
4=North
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Ah, nice to see some good old fashioned dog flipping again!
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Dog flipping is a tradition that knows no boundaries in the world of bones as it seems to be the one bit of knowledge that appears in different regions of the world.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Trying To Find The Scene Of The Crime
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Holmes went back into the building with the humans. But none could answer his questionS on where Mopfocuses was.
So east it was!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/5a/04/tDUcdM7l_o.jpg)
Sadly, the map showed no signs of any cities or settlements to the east. Structures, yes. But they could be tombs for all he knew.
He decided to follow the river northwards. Surely he would find a town along the waters?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/d1/f6/ng8C9yHX_o.jpg)
And it worked. Kind of. There was a settlement to the east of the river built along another river.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/07/22/R3Qae4Cz_o.jpg)
The map said the place was a hamlet called Shackknit. Also known as Dakpika in the native tongue.
The buildings were abandoned and the houses ruined. Where were the people?
Maybe he should find the city hall or mead hall? Find somebody to talk to.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/86/12/xJ6OdtX1_o.jpg)
Then he found it. The Knights of Coloring. There seemed to be two humans in the hall.
He asked them if they knew where Mopfocuses was. They didn’t have a clue. In fact they knew nothing about the crime or the goblins. Or anything dealing with the event. This was becoming tiresome. He would have to continue his search.
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I think I am most impressed by how desolate and similar looking all corners of this land are. It is rare to see anything other than wasteland and a thin stream supporting the barest of existences. The few forests I have discovered in my own explorations are thinly stretched and far from civilized lands.
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I think I am most impressed by how desolate and similar looking all corners of this land are. It is rare to see anything other than wasteland and a thin stream supporting the barest of existences. The few forests I have discovered in my own explorations are thinly stretched and far from civilized lands.
Quite desolate indeed. Makes survival more of a challenge. Especially when most forms of immortality are non-existant.
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Given what we've seen of this world why would anyone want to be immortal in this world?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - A Heathy Hamlet?
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Holmes pondered if flipping a dog would work. He was under a spell of bad luck. Would that make the dog flipping lie to him? Send him in the wrong direction?
Maybe just following the nearest river north and continue to look for the place called Mopfocuses?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/19/c9/IBcTUEcZ_o.jpg)
As he headed north, out of the settlement, he noticed buildings ahead of him. Maybe somebody there could answer his questions?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c8/dc/rqUCDCWP_o.jpg)
One of the structures was a empty dining area. Or meeting hall?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/0e/SNeNWw9M_o.jpg)
Then a empty building made up of two rooms. At this point the sun was going down. Time to sleep. He didn’t start a fire. He didn’t wish to burn down the building.
But he couldn’t sleep for some reason. Something about this site would not allow him. So he decided to move north of it, close to the river, and set camp there.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/9d/15/pggL0dpI_o.jpg)
But before leaving he claimed the site as his own. That will teach them!
He slept by a campfire next to the river. During the night he woke up but went back to sleep. There seemed to be a group or party moving around at night, and during the morning, but they didn’t approach him and he didn’t go looking for trouble.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/33/99/DDoOR165_o.jpg)
Also there was another settlement to the north. Called Ucinomar. Or Limbabyss. A small hamlet. But unlike the other hamlet the buildings were intact!
(https://images2.imgbox.com/fe/28/zz1tC9kQ_o.jpg)
And people! People to question! He ran into the houses and started to question the humans he found there about Mopfocuses.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4c/f0/UkezOrC1_o.jpg)
But the only interesting piece of information was that, nearby, was a placed called Endtown. And that Mones Bandrealm, who lived in the hamlet, would know where it was. But he was hard to find.
In fact nobody knew where he was. He was a neighbor to everybody. But none of the row of homes seemed to house him.
Where to go now? Should he flip a dog or keep going north? Or maybe talk to the local government? At the Tressed Cacti - the mead hall? He had overheard some of the humans talking about it.
If only he had something to do with his hands while thinking. If only they had invented smoking pipes!
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Oh, forgot to ask, anybody wish to be placed on the list?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Doom?
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Holmes decided to try talking to the local government. And if that failed he would carry out a house to house search to find ANYBODY who could point him the way to Endtown.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/3f/62/ManrsNwU_o.jpg)
He found Tressed Cacti pretty quickly and also found the local rulers. More humans. To be honest he was slightly disappointed. Everybody knew the best rulers were goblins. And maybe a dwarf if you needed somebody for a few days.
He started asking questions.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/87/be/EK5R7qmb_o.jpg)
Not only he get the same answers but the idiots starting fighting each other. But he continued to ask them all the same questions. But in the end they were all saying the same thing.
So he returned to town to search some more.
As he went from house to house he noticed the fields were full of squash plants.
He asked and asked and asked….and then the world crashed. Not good. I will try again later.
Well, at least I won’t waste time talking to these people. I am just shocked the place looks so clean and well kept.
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"Endtown" seems like a place name where one could expect the world to crash.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - A Fort
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Holmes had a very weird day dream. In the dream he asked a lot of questions and caused the end of the world. And there was also something about clowns and slices of processed cheese. Weird.
So he decided to head north and skip asking more questions.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/81/0a/yKkCLu6a_o.jpg)
So he headed north, following the river, and after a day found a lake which seemed to be generating its own weather.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/18/22/hwmy0HSl_o.jpg)
Interesting. He decided to explore. There were some wild hippos, ospreys, and ducks. He didn’t need food, he was one with nature, and felt no need to kill the animals.
Turned out the lake was a dead end. So he went down the river to find a branch to follow in another direction.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c6/00/wbCUyxof_o.jpg)
Then he noticed. A Fort?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/c5/ce/TJZsI4CR_o.jpg)
Yeah, looked like a Fort. Maybe he should ask THERE if anybody knew about Endtown.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2f/ea/MhFKFoLm_o.jpg)
The Fort was made out of saguaro. Which made sense. It was in the middle of the biggest desert known to…well, anybody.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/8a/95/OUhyk4pv_o.jpg)
And it turned out to be full of Dwarfs. Lots of them. So he started to talk to them and ask questions.
Nobody knew about Endtown and didn’t know WHO would know.
They also made fun of his name.
So he explored the Fort and, before leaving, took one of their books.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/54/28/PqlsLieH_o.jpg)
Not a very INTERESTING book. But he took it anyway. And then he left.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/35/48/viNMxGgs_o.jpg)
And he went north. Following the river,
Also the world seemed to shake for a few seconds. But nothing happened.
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only in DF (and in real life?) do you steal a fancy book and find out later it's some kind of bureaucratic record of an extremely specific event from hundreds of years ago.
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A nice tarven in endtown, hope you can find your way
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Into The Desert
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So, after half a day Holmes found the end of the river he was following.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/24/2b/lfMOKZko_o.jpg)
Then he remembered he didn’t need to eat or drink and decided to continue to head north. Why follow the river when you didn’t need to?
So off he went! He stopped at nightfall to make a fire and go to sleep.
The next morning he continued north. There was no signs of civilization. No roads, no forts, no hamlets.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/b1/47/f3Yav69A_o.jpg)
Then, to the north, was what looked like a Fort and a party. An army? A patrol?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/39/be/cYB6KpWP_o.jpg)
Maybe he could try to talk to the group passing him?
He tried to approach the party but they didn’t seem to want to talk him. So he stopped to check the horizon again.
This time he saw them, now to his east, and approached. And was ambushed!
Humans! He attacked the Human crossbowman while the dog and horse went after the rest of the human band.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/51/79/SxAezJxU_o.jpg)
By the time the fight was over the animals were wounded, Holmes was tired, there were two bodies on the ground, as the rest of the humans, wounded, have fled. Leaving behind pools of blood and body parts.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/f9/65/LwuxZdKI_o.jpg)
Loot time!
So, most of it was stuff that won’t fit him. Sad. He would have loved to wear the horned owl helm. Though he did replace the copper buckler with a bronze shield. And they did have lots of coin. Either way it went into his backpack. Who knows who would be willing to buy it?
Then he went to sleep. When he woke up, it was nightfall, but he didn’t wish to go back to sleep.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/f5/c1/PbTPRjde_o.jpg)
First he checked the animals. He finally noticed he only had one dog. Eh…must of lost the others. Maybe trapped in buildings? Stupid doors. Anyway, while wounded both animals would live and, maybe, heal.
Now, he decided, to head to the fort. Of course, if those humans had come from the fort…things might get….ugly.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/2c/09/yagzAxv0_o.jpg)
He armed himself. Just in case.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Mountains
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Holmes, with copper spear in one hand and bronze shield in the other, entered the fort.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4a/6c/0RL3NOQu_o.jpg)
Oh yes, this was a human fort. He decided to talk to a human armed with a sword who was standing in the doorway of one of the buildings. And from the sounds there were many more of the apes inside the building.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/69/88/hxP8nByp_o.jpg)
After talking a little the human closed the door on Holmes. How rude!
If he wanted to ask more questions he would have to, at least, open the door. And expose himself to dozens of armed humans. Still, he wanted to know more about this fort and where Endtown was!
So he did so. Boy, there was a lot of them.
He asked about the area and was told -
(https://images2.imgbox.com/1b/62/Br6vY4kP_o.jpg)
Which made no sense…unless that was the name of the fort. It was hard to hear over the crowd.
Then he asked about Endtown and not only did the swordsman not know where it was he had no idea WHO would know where it was.
Holmes sighed and decided that at least none of them were trying to kill him.
He then asked about the local government and was told that the Ordered Secret ruled Pinkearth. Pinkearth was the name of the fort. Hehe.
Id Distrancedredge was the Lord but the swordsman didn’t care either way. Maybe it had changed hands lately?
He put away his weapons and explored the fort. Maybe there would be something worth stealing?
There was nothing to steal and he was getting drowsy so he left, headed north, and went to sleep.
The next morning he realized he had lost the last dog. It may have become trapped in the fort. Stupid doors.
He decided to continue north. Though…there seemed to be mountains in that direction.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/78/cf/yiAkSlkQ_o.jpg)
Yeah. Mountains. Maybe he could climb over them?
(https://images2.imgbox.com/4e/84/t00Wyyxl_o.jpg)
And it worked. Took much of the morning but he reached the other side without much of a problem. There were lots of natural ramps to climb up and down. Also the mountain range had been pretty flat on top.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/75/15/awslMQvh_o.jpg)
Heading north, over the sand, he finally found a RIVER! Now, he would follow it north.
Would he find Endtown? Would he find a town at all? Was he in a uncivilized section of the world? Was there any section of the world that WAS civilized?
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But how will he figure out which way to go now that he lacks a dog to flip?
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But how will he figure out which way to go now that he lacks a dog to flip?
Maybe he can flip a coin? :(
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I guess he could do that.
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But how can a coin point in a direction (assuming they are round)?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Following The River
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Holmes followed the river for half the day northwards. Then it turned west and he continued to follow it.
He stopped to make a fire and go to sleep. Night had come.
The next day he continued to follow the river. Which had turned northwards again. Then east.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/f8/fc/jRmiaHSh_o.jpg)
By noon he found himself on the shores of a lake. Of course he decided to go along the shore and search for another river to follow.
There were herds of hippos, flocks of ducks, and flowering saguaros.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/1b/5a/M11LZt2L_o.jpg)
On the other side of the lake was another river. And more hippos.
He followed it south.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/af/f0/mtoGgkLJ_o.jpg)
To another lake. And some unknown structures!
Of course he had to go take a peek.
It was a Fortress! Named Urvdiden. Or Sealpaddled.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/a6/bf/Nz2YP6Ae_o.jpg)
He didn’t like this. Should he enter or retreat? Boy, he wished he had a dog to flip.
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Perhaps Holmes can try to flip himself and see what happens?
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Perhaps Holmes can try to flip himself and see what happens?
The only way to find out is to try it.
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Perhaps Holmes can try to flip himself and see what happens?
The only way to find out is to try it.
Probably something like this:
Holmes grabs Holmes by the neck from the behind with his right hand!
Holmes throws Holmes by the neck with his right hand!
Holmes' upper body skids along the ground, bruising the muscle and bruising the right lung!
Holmes' upper body skids along the ground, bruising the muscle and bruising the left lung!
Holmes slams into an obstacle!
Holmes is having trouble breathing!
Holmes has suffocated.
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Probably shouldn't grab himself by the heck just in case.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Enter The Fortress?
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Homles pondered flipping a coin but decided his bad luck would likely affect the outcome. So he decided to approach the Fortress and see if he could enter it.
As he tried to find a way in he noticed a goblin. The Fortress must have been under goblin control.
He greeted them.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/84/1c/mAhUfc2G_o.jpg)
They knew where Endtown WAS! He said goodbye. He was no longer interested in the Fortress!
He checked his map.
(https://images2.imgbox.com/af/69/9JUrqcxE_o.jpg)
That was a LONG way away. On the other hand…he didn’t need food or drink. True, he might be overwhelmed by the undead or wild animals. But still….it might be worth trying to reach?
And would there be good taverns along the way? Maybe he needed a walking stick. Hmmmm….
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Now I see why it's called Endtown because it's really at the end of the Earth.
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hey that's near one of the larger forests in the south. a little bit further east and there are miles and miles of trees underlying one of the desert peaks.
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Weird question - how does anybody that far south KNOW about Endtown? Do NPC characters travel over such long distances? How does news or information travel in Dwarf Fortress?
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The Great Journey
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So Holmes started marching north-northeast. Mostly. He realized that he was heading towards the edge of the world. So if he went a little too far east that was okay. He could just head north.
And try to stay away from any lakes that could cut off his pathway. The mountains he started to cross were full of snakes and yaks.
After ten campfires worth of travel he reached Endtown. After passing the hamlets of Begunswamp and Peltbasins and Skullallied and Feedexits and other hamlets and what looked like a walled city at one point. A walled city. But he moved on. And he had made it.
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As he approached it the air felt thick. It was getting hard to walk towards it. The dead bodies and trash on the ground didn’t seem inviting. Or maybe that was just the dumping ground?
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He marched on and found what seemed like a library with stuff on the roof. Maybe the bookcases had interesting information for him? Could it tell him about Endtown. What this Endtown?
What would happen next? Would he found the populace? Where were they?
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That's quite the distance to travel I'm surprised he managed to get there that quickly.
Weird question - how does anybody that far south KNOW about Endtown? Do NPC characters travel over such long distances? How does news or information travel in Dwarf Fortress?
I to have wondered this and hope someone has the answer.
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It's plausible that they do. If you look at how individual civilizations have holdings, they're usually spread out across the entire map. Found this out when I was looking into Legends mode, planning for Tower Ended.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - Exploring Endtown
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Holmes explored the library. First he donated the book he had….borrowed. He no longer needed the Unabridged Punishment. He placed it in one of the bookcases.
Then he decided to read any books or scrolls he found in the building.
He read an untitled letter by Rigoth Cloisterbreed. He read an essay called Give Me the Intersex Dwarf by Rigoth Cloisterbreed. He read the essay called Introduction to Passwraiths by Strodno Tunneledthieves. He read a 134 page guide titled Never Underestimare Windlure by Mestthos Floortalons. Also read The Dwarf Questioned by Fath Vinelash. He read a one page manual titled Meditiations on the Algorithm by Led Toweryelled. There was also a 59 page manual entitled A Humble Offering to the Phases by Eral Wheelsguises. Then there was The Human In Theory. A essay by Pesor Twistlabor. And more and more and more.
Most of the books or codexs were about other fortresses, the authors themselves, with a few science books and history books mixed in. Some were good, some were awful, most were so-so. Many seemed to be copies. Maybe any books the staff had gotten their hands on had been copied for their inventory?
There was a weird statue in the library.
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Holmes decided to see if he could get to the roof.
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Yeah, the roof was covered in items. Why did they put so many items onto the roof of the library?
Outside the library he ran into his first living being. Kittens! They ignored him. Though one did greet his horse with a head bunt.
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Then he found the Trading area. And what looked like a stone stockpile. Along with outside workshops.
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Then he noticed walls. And a dwarf who seemed to be a tavern keeper.
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And the dwarf looked healthy. Not a undead creature. He decided to hail the dwarf from a distance.
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Turned out the dwarf WASN’T a native. Holmes said good bye and headed towards what looked like the front door of Endtown. AS he approached the door he noticed the dwarf, Monom, was hauling a draltha skeleton. Was he cleaning the fortress or looting?!?!?
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When inside he looked around and realized he might be in some kind of tavern. With displays. And…a wagon?!?
As he examined the items on the displays he realized he was not alone.
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A dwarf who, by his appearance, was some kind of engineer. Oh, and a chinchilla who knocked him down. He petted it.
He started talking to the dwarf. Turned out the dwarf was not a native either.
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And a coffin corpse?!?! Eh….
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Holmes sighed. Same old same old.
Should he claim the site as his own? Look for a corpse? Kidnap the kittens and sell them to butcher shops?
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Kidnap the kittens and sell them to butcher shops?
:o
There was a weird statue in the library.
Ah, yes, I must commemorate that one time a guy de-billed a duck. That is a worthwhile use of my time as a sculptor. Mmhmm. not weird at all.
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That duck is Ustir and Ustir who is a legendary hero and I will not hear you besmirch that beautiful duck!
Also coffin corpse is a new one, never heard that before.
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Been afk for a while. Caught up, you finally made it to endtown. The home of finest duck statues. Trying to recall if I encounted this dwarf coffin corpse. I know a few would visit the temples on the site. I recall an intelligent undead bark scorpion woman was frequenting the temples along with other intelligent undead.
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The World Of Bones - Succession World - The End
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Holmes decided to explore more. He was in the tavern but where was the rest of Endtown?
Then he noticed the stairways and headed over to them. He went up and explored the empty hallways and rooms. At least it seemed empty. Most didn’t seem to have any chairs, tables, or anything.
After checking out the upper floor he realized the building was just a tavern. He still wasn’t IN the Fortress. If there was one.
So Holmes went outside and explored some more. He found a lot of logs on the ground but the thick air was making it hard to get around. Maybe there was something else near the tavern? A ramp or something he had missed?
In the end, between the thick air and the fact he was finding nothing of else he decided to claim the site, and the cats, his own.
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And so Holmes retired to Endtown to name all the cats and see if the tavern had any booze left that had not been looted.
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And I feel this where the game will end. I think I should move onto the Steam version though I will upload the save for future players or just those interested in seeing what has happened to their characters and settlements. Also just moving around Endtown was killing my laptop. But I am thinking about moving on to Steam and seeing if I can't make a interesting story there. With some mods.
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wonderful! the end of an era. . hopefully you find the steam version fitting and dont be afraid to pm me with questions, ive got most of the answers for working past any new ui confusion. thanks for hosting and letting me (no doubt) lag the world save with my very strange and tonally-dissonant megaprojects :)
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Ending the game at the tavern at the end of the earth seems like a fitting place to end the story of The World of Bones.
I still haven't tried the new version of the game, mostly because I prefer adventure mode and also because I'm not sure I'm liking the idea of a mouse being require to play the game.
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I too wish to claim all the cats as my own one day...
This has been fun to follow, thanks for it!