Here's the plan. I'm going to start an above ground wooden town, each dwarf with their own house, a large palisade, etc. Should be iron and such underground, so there will be mining and steel making as there is also flux. Plenty of wood. A chasm as well, so there should be baddies to defend against, plus "all dwarves underground!" won't work when there's no place underground to hide in, so goblins will be a bit more of a threat...
Right, the seven sun-loving dwarves, all ready to be claimed: (incidentally, how does one export the text of the screens? I'm just copying this stuff by typing it all out again, so no accent marks.)
Unib Nolethnish, female, likes Anhydrite, Nickel Silver, Harlequin opal, amber, scarlet, clouds, coats, cats, two-humped camel cheese and Dwarven beer. She is friendly, unassertive, not a risk taker, aware of her emotions, put off by authority/tradition, guarded in relationships, is modest, and has a sense of duty.
Claimed by Sukasa
The recordkeeper, mechanic, and architect.
Athel "Athel" Thibammosus, female, likes Conglomerate, Fine pewter, Chrysocolla, Oak, Pig tail Fabric, green, cabinets, large gems and chains. She is concerned about ridicule/rejection, is unassertive, cheerful, compassionate, lacks confidence, organized, rules are confining, and strives for excellence.
Claimed by Ed-.
Carpenter, Woodcutter, and sometimes Axedwarf, who hates elves and wants to live in an Oak tower just to spite them.
Stukos Arrosurvad, male, likes Clay, Aluminum, Tsavorite, Mangrove, ivory, Pig tail Fabric, maces, quivers, hatch covers, earrings, chains, donkeys, black bear meat and Dwarven wine. He likes new ideas, is candid/sincere, not moved to pity, and does the first thing he thinks of.
Unclaimed.
The Farmer and cook.
Fath "Slag" odid, male, likes Native silver, Gold, Rhodolite, clear glass, coral, giant toad bones, chain mail, windows, anvils, longnose gars, and Dwarven sugar. He rarely feels discouraged, can handle stress, eager for new experiences, willing to compromise, completely disorganized, and rarely does more work than necessary.
Claimed by AlienChickenPie.
Furnace Operator, Wood Burner, and Armorsmith, who has a puppy, awww.
Rovod Tenshedral, female, likes Quartzite, Nickel silver, Pyrite, hatch covers, goblets, cows, and dwarven milk. She is slow to anger, doesn't handle stress well, enjoys being in crowds, is unassertive, put off by authority/tradition, is trusting, and takes time to make decisions.
Unclaimed.
The plant gatherer and brewer, with a bit of farming.
Bomrek "Sandono" Bablibash, male, likes Quartzite, Bronze, Gray chalcedony, giant rat leather, Pig tail Fabric, crossbows, idols, pixies, Plump Helmets, and Dwarven ale. He is assertive, appreciates art/beauty, candid and sincere, finds helping rewarding, not affected by suffering, is organized, doesn't do more work than necessary, and takes time to make decisions.
Claimed by Sandono
Hunter, marksdwarf, and just a hint of butchery/tanning, as well as professional marmot slayer.
Dakost "Largok" Ibeshrigoth, male, likes Limestone, Steel, Blue diamond, muskox leather, hatch covers, horses, and Dwarven syrup. He is paranoid, not moved to pity, and doesn't do more work than necessary.
Claimed by Splime.
Stonemaster! Also recluse, wanting to live underground, perfectly normal for a dwarf, but not this group.
Name the dwarf you want please, the profession, and what stuff you want your dwarf to bring.
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He will have plenty of turtle and dwarven beer. Also, a pick.
Miner x5,
Mason x5
In a story sense, he should be reclusive. Not hermit challenge reclusive, but still reclusive.
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Anyways, give me Athel.
The name is fine, but, you might as well nickname her Athel if you want, to help you later.
Give her 5 in carpentery. 5 in wood cutting
Her's weirdness? She wants to live in a Oak Tower, because she hates the elfs and wants to piss them off greatly with such a "EVIL" tower. Heh..
She brings a steel axe and nothing more, because she needs nothing else to ... Finish her job.
You might as well give her anything you may think she'll need.
Strike the, ah, wood?
This page marks the first page of a new journal, one that will hopefully last a long while, as it is the journal of our group of eccentric dwarves, dwrves cast out of the mountainhomes because we, all of us, want to live aboveground! Except for Largok, who calls himself the Stonemaster. Who knows why he is with us, the only ones of us he even talked to are the two agricultural dwarves, probably because they will be able to give him food. And the way he stares at me over his shoulder...
I digress. We are, apparently, here. Its a bit snowey here, even in spring, as we are right next to a cold mountain range, but there's plenty of green grass a little to the southeast. Where we'd be if the wagon hadn't lost that axle running over a hoary marmot, bah. Athel was asked to mend the axle, but she pointed out that the place we want to start building is just a short walk away, why bother? I know she's a good carpenter, so why is she so lacking in confidence?
Ah well. Stukos has started giving orders, telling us to dismantle the wagon and bring all of the contents to where we will begin making our houses, except for Bomrek, who is to go out and slay some of those pesky hoary marmots.
I was just told to go over our goods, make sure nothing was lost. Eh, better stop writing and get to work.
I don't get, they love wood, but, can't seem to like what we do! Bah! Trees are lifeless, and they don't complain if we make barrels to encase our food or our delicious beverage.
My friend Unib asked me to repair the wooden wheel of the wagon, but, we CAN'T do that. It's beyond repair and we have to stay here anyways. We could've walk to southeast, as he wanted, but, this is a fine spot. Plenty wood, and that's all i need.
Time to strike... eh.. those trees
Thank you.
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Originally posted by Sandono:
<STRONG>I claim the hunter.Name it Sandono.
Thank you.</STRONG>
Hit quote instead of edit.
sorry
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No need to rename her, but if the profession could be "Mechanical Engineer" please, :)
The two farmers, one a cook and one a brewer, are as of yet unclaimed; the cook/farmer is even the leader of the expedition!
9 Granite, 1051, Early Spring.
Unib Nolethnish.
I never knew how much all of this fresh air could invigorate a dwarf. Not like those stuffy old mountainhomes! Bah! Nice to have a completely fresh start! By Armok, I think I'll even change what people call me. "Mechanical Engineer" has a good ring to it. I think adding "Fortress Database Expert" would be too much, alas.
Anyways, we finished transporting all of our goods from the broken wagon to our new site, and I had just started going over what we have as way of supplies when Athel came over to me and asked for the axe, she wanted to start chopping wood down so we could all start building the houses and such. She said something about favoring oak. I don't know if I have the heart to tell her that this is a forest of pines, cedars, and larches, no oaks to be seen. Anyways, absentmindedly I handed her something with a handle and a weight on the end, then went back to my work. She asked what she was supposed to do with what I had handed her, I told her to go cut down a tree, you silly girl.
A moment later, I heard a loud "THUNK!" All of us looked up at her, and the tree she had just dented. With a war hammer!
A war hammer! Not a battle axe! What fiendery is this? Was this a cruel joke? Did the dwarves back at the mountainhomes hate us that much that they swapped out our axe with a hammer?
Slag volunteered to turn the wagon into charcoal to smelt the hematite he had brought into an axe for her.
Sigh. A war hammer, and no one knows how to use it.
Well, at least we brought an anvil with us, Slag is busy setting up the forge.
Oh, and a fell mood came over Bomrek today... he slaughtered a hoary marmot, then came over to Stukos, who called everyone over to hear what Bomrek had to say.
The hunter raised the still bloody corpse over his head then said in a powerful voice, "I am become Sandono, destroyer of Marmots!"
He then walked away to kill another one. We all shrugged then went back to work.
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21st Slate, 1051, Mid-Spring.
What an invigorating nap! Lying under the sky, sleeping, so restful... of course it would be restful though, as we labored for an entire month before even beginning to become tired! What is it about we dwarves, that we ignore the cycle of day and night which other races follow, and toil for days and weeks before resting for almost as long amount of time?
Anyways, we've started constructing the buildings for us to use. An underground storeroom for the food is being dug out by the Stonemaster, so the food doesn't spoil easily during winter. We've also begun the construction of a barracks for us to rest in while we build the houses proper. The walls are up, we just need to roof it and put the door on then the beds will go in.
Still need to manufacture the beds, too.
The Stonemaster came up to me with an odd request of me. He whispered it to me, while glancing around at the others. Seems that he's building a maze as an entrance to his room, and he wants me to fill it with traps for him, just so long as I don't go into his room. Period. I also wasn't to tell anyone else of the traps.
I asked him what sort of traps he wanted. He told me anything that didn't result in a live creature.
He freaks me out a little.
In other news, monarch butterflies are flitting about our beards... so beautiful. I want to make a mitten out of them.
6th Malachite, 1051, Mid-Summer
We almost lost Largok. He departed our camp, mumbling something about a dead goat. Next thing we knew, he was running back towards us screaming bloody murder, an antman at his heels! Athel hefted her axe and Sandono hefted his crossbow and ran to meet the antman, but upon seeing that it was outnumbered the anthropomorphized formicidae turned tail and ran as well. Largok the Stonemaster ran past me, whispering "traps!", then disappeared down his barrow. That was a week ago, and he only now just stuck his head out to grab a drink then disappear below again.
He was lucky. Shortly afterwards, we watched a Giant Cave Spider ambush a poor mountain goat, covering it in sickly webbing and draining it of blood in a very messy manner. A sombering sight, truly. Stukos watched it with a twinkle in his eye, though, and seemed to have a smile as he returned to his task. I wonder what he has planned.
Other than that, the barracks have been completed and work has begun on the other buildings. Stukos has ordered the workshops to be given proper buildings before we get out own houses. So far, the smithy is halfway through being constructed.
The plan for the different buildings:
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I NEED MY TOWER SO THE SPIDER CAN'T CLIMB IT.
Oh... Back to cutting wood.
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They've arrived! A caravan from the mountainhomes! I was worried that they wouldn't come, mostly because we weren't on good terms with the mountainhomes when we left. But they've still arrived.
With wagons! I was also worried that, were the caravans come, the wagons would bypass our site because of the sheer number of trees here. We've had no shortage of wood, and have barely impacted the forest so far. But they showed up almost on our doorstep, our space cleared of trees, and as I write this are unpacking their goods.
Stukos saw the caravan and smiled, then came up to me and asked how many crafts, how many trade goods we had. I had by now catalogued everything we had, and told him the news.
All we had was a bundle of mechanisms I had manufactured at the behest of, ah, one of the dwarves, and that Warhammer we had been given instead of an axe.
Stukos slapped me on my back, told me to call him "Jester" for whatever reason, then told me to start moving those mechanisms and warhammer to the trade depot, along with our cooked food.
Largok came up to me, having been told by Stuk, ah, Jester to help me move the goods. He seemed hurt when I handed him a *Bauxite Mechanism*, but I told him that I would make more, better mechanisms. I don't think he listened to me, though.
13th Limestone, 1051, Early Autumn.
I think I have the knack for appraising. I have had no training in it whatsoever, but upon entering the depot at Jester's behest, I immediately know what most things cost. Excellent!
I'm not sure what Jester wants us to trade for, though, and he's gone to meet with the liaison, leaving me to do all of the trading on my own. *gulp*.
The traders are preparing to leave. Jester has told me that the mountainhomes have recently warred with the goblins, leaving them a shortage of swords, crossbows, and armor. If we ever strike coal, I'm to tell him immediately.
Other than that, not much else is interesting. We're just preparing for winter, at which time Jester is planning on building the walls which shall encase our few buildings, along with several drawbridges. Finally I get to use my architectural expertise! The last thing I designed was the trade depot, and that wasn't a big challenge for me, no fun at all.
While the traders were still here, we got to watch that Giant Cave Spider eviscerate another pack of mountain goats. Fortunately, it seems to be on a section of cliff which is unaccessible by our dwarves without mining, but who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of spiders...
Perhaps during the winter I shall practice my artistic skills and sketch out our home.
Hilarious.
Hope its still active.
Also "I am become Sandono, destroyer of Marmots!" Is going in my sig.