Criminal Record -That's awesome. Better than mine. Really though, that's a lot of appraisin'. There's only so much appraising somedwarf can do.
At the age of 5;
-Failure to meet a Noble's demand of Bismuth Bronze items
-Punishment 4 Hammerstrikes
Really though, that's a lot of appraisin'. There's only so much appraising somedwarf can do.
Yeah, and one of them should probably have the foresight to bring a pick. Probably. That mod looks fun actually. Plump Helmets are getting a tad boring.
Please choose a name, skill ranks (up to 10 available for everyone) and 200* worth of equipment, as well as listing the crime for which you were imprisoned in the Mountainhomes. If you don't want to try and work out equipment values, just say what you'd like and I'll try and fit it in.
I love the storytelling so much.
Loving the storytelling, and the images add to it well.
i really like the story. if only the other community forts were likes this :DWhat they said. Pretty epic considering the escape is just the backstory.
Also, boats will be -yeeears- before they arrive, but I envisioned this midnight canal chase when I was searching for a first line. Thus, there are midnight canals. Huzzah!
This is a community game, not succession, so no turns. We'll have to sit back and watch as Iituem leads our characters to greatness and glory, and perhaps tell an interesting story along the way.Oh, understood. Yeah, I guess I had the wrong idea coming into this, but it's still highly interesting.
If you guys want to write additional bits of backstory for your characters, feel free.Well...alright :) Although Urgash is pretty damn cool already. If you desire:
No mechanics in this immigration wave, sorry. I can train her up into a mechanic, but there's more chance of immediate story participation that way.Hope you get better soon, then. Definitely looking forward to the next update, as well! Keep up the good work.
Be a day or so before the next update, likely. Got a spot of a cold atm. Also, thank you all very much for the praise! Compliments and criticisms are always welcome; one keeps me going and the other makes me a better writer.
wow how ironic that the same imagry was found.That's not ironic >:(
It's rather orderly for a temporary colony of prisoners, isn't it?
I think Emerin might want to... ahem, appropriate that jasper hatch cover. Once a jewel thief, always a jewel thief.
In general, I'm surprised at how little our dwarves' criminal tendencies have carried over into the fortress itself. I expected more conflict. Like Emerin, being a non violent thief, might be a little uncomfortable dealing with Urgash, a brutal murderer. And how Frey, being the apparent orchestrator of the escape from the mountainhomes, might be somewhat angry that Emerin decided to put herself in charge.
It's rather orderly for a temporary colony of prisoners, isn't it?
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I've added Khain to the military, and gave Pepta the rank of our one carpenter (poor Pepta), with Rivesand in this immigration wave. Khain, I may have to tinker slightly with elements of your backstory to get it all to fit, just to warn you in advance.
I love Fath's obsession with Brass. I wonder if the map even has any sphalerite? He'll be mighty pleased to hear it, I'm sure!There will only be more brass.
"Because we'll show them, mister Fath! We'll show them all."
See, Ragna's old enough to remember when the Toady One created the world, and remembers his mighty glory. She can see inklings of this glory in his holy creatures, thats why she cant stand them. :D
See, Ragna's old enough to remember when the Toady One created the world, and remembers his mighty glory. She can see inklings of this glory in his holy creatures, thats why she cant stand them. :D
You have no idea how fortunate the starting date of this fortress is for me regarding that. No dwarf is alive today who wasn't born after Year Zero.
Heh. Just finished reading through this. You've put more thought into my mod than I have :PJust quite how much discworld are we throwing into this? I already asked for a Rincewind ripoff
Anyway, considering the amazing quality of your story, I feel no shame in asking for a dwarf and subtly hinting to the name of the mod you're using to make sure I get one.
Name: Ofeigur(if male) Vigdis(if female)
Profession: Anyone capable of making a musical instrument.
Description: A dwarf whose obsession is music. Unfortunately, the only way he/she could make a living playing music was as a bard, playing for the nobles. And the last time he/she tried to play for one of those, he/she was almost immediately thrown into jail for "producing such scandalous music as time drive man and beast mad with dark urges". Seriously, his/her music isn't that bad. It's just a little Music With Rocks In.
So yeah. Think Terry Pratchett's Soul Music, if the dwarf had been the protagonist. You might be able to involve him/her with the creation of Olonkulet's final form,SkyDwarfnet.
It's just a little Music With Rocks In.
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Khain wrenched the spear from the goblin's eye and rested for a moment on it. He looked up at Jora's bloodied visage and her dripping scarlet blade.
"And you say we're kill stealers?"
I don't think there's really a weapon like that in the DF raws (and Jora's sabre is really a scimitar), but I can say that your spear is double-bladed if you really want. I'm not especially fond of double-sword type affairs because of how ridiculously dangerous they are to the wielder (and generally impractical), but a double-ended spear I can do.
The only way to improve on your writing is to keep writing and to keep experimenting when you do it. You will cock up often, but those are lessons from which you learn how to do things and (rather importantly) how not to do things. I still have weak characterisation and there are synactic issues that bug me with my style; this story is aimed at helping me deal with unexpected events and incorporate them into a narrative (though it interferes with the novelistic aim of long-term planning and overall story architecture). Tis fiction on the fly, with nary a redraft.
...or that dirty limrick about a duke's consort and a sauage maker.
Yes, I indeed do love that comic. But I didn't want to do full blown plagorism, or however you spell it. Plus, I have the added perk of so many drinks that I forget all the quicker :DAh, the Power Of Booze. Good argument.
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Write in the manner of Stug's thoughts. Bonus if you write it with phrase like "hot-liquid-flame" (meaning magma).
stug jurnal, munth of rat, 353
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urn-dwarf teech stug rite little bit. dwarf words vary hard. all sound liketoxchild talk mouth full beekdog meat to stug.
stug follo Ragna-dwarf, Ragna-dwarf strong. Ragna-dwarf dumb to way-of-strongist, but says have uther way. stug want know uther-way, call 'law'. stug no undurstand law. must lurn if law-way betur than strongist-way, or if issmunstulie.
stug rite mor latur. dwarf-rite make stug hed hurt.
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I was under the impression that Stug was not so much stupid as brought up in a completely different culture. Lord Dullard, are you implying that he is daft in that last sentence of the journal entry, or that wrapping his head around the writing is making him concentrate too much leading to his head hurting?
(http://webzoom.freewebs.com/iituem/dwarffort/olonkuletCh3Vg2.gif) | Vignette: Peasant Dishes 15th Sandstone, 353 The soft chime of the bell signalled lunch break, and so Kel, Mincewind and Fora gathered by the pool in the spawn cavern to eat. The glowcaps were not yet ready for harvesting, so small luminescent bowls were hung from the ceiling by chains, hammered into the solid rock. Fora picked a spot relatively thin in the grime and muck that characterised the seeding grounds, kept fresh by composted weeds from the desert above, settled into a comfortable position and unrolling the threadmoss cloth containing their victuals. "We used to eat these back in the fortress farms," she commented, taking out the small wraps and passing them between the others. Rough redbulb pastry concealed a firecap paste and a little pickled lorta leaf, a rare shade of green in the dwarven diet. Hidden in the pastries was a special treat; very fine shreds of smoked dogmeat. It had been payday not long before, so Fora had saved for a bit of flesh from the slaughterhouse. "I brought some treats too," chirped Mincewind cheerfully. Kel eyed Fora cautiously as the self-proclaimed 'kook' produced a handful of apparently ordinary firecaps. It would have taken a sharp eye to discern the small cuts made in the mushrooms, and Kel had such an eye. "Lovely, Mince," he murmured, sniffing one. "They're stuffed with... eggs? No, wait. The miners hit a brimstone deposit excavating out the gypsum, didn't they?" "For a really fiery taste!" encouraged Mincewind. Kel slipped the firecaps into his pocket with extreme care, promising to save them for later. He picked up one of the little pastries and nibbled on it. "What do you call these?" he asked. "Shigo," said Fora. "When I was a kid we used to save up for them, the scant coppers we'd sometimes get from helping out with deconstruction work or the like. You'd finally get one and eat it a tiny piece at a time, until one of your friends asked for a bite. So you let them have one and you always regretted it because they'd chomp off a massive block and wolf it down and that'd be half a week's pocket money down someone else's throat. When I got older I used to get a platter of them made on holidays and eat them all a bite at a time. They probably still eat those there now." "Why didn't you stay?" asked Mincewind, picking up one of the shigo and nibbling the end cautiously. "Stuck with the Duke when the challenge came. Couldn't stomach the idea of elves telling me what to do. When the Duke went down at the battle for Lanternwebs I fled back home, but the Queen's troops had already taken the fortress. Maybe they wouldn't have even noticed me, but I couldn't risk it. Zas, I miss that place." The three sat in silence for a moment. "So how's our friend who got laid up doing?" asked Kel. "Not good," muttered Fora, looking down to avoid his eyes. "She refuses to rest, she won't take the draught any more but she's still getting the nightmares, even after you managed to sort out the dosage so we awake before that." "Nightmares?" asked Mincewind. "Nothing to worry about," dismissed Kel glibly. "Just troubled sleep. Why don't you think about that marble cake recipe you were working on?" "She wants to talk," said Fora urgently. "I've tried to convince her not to, but she wants to talk to the Captain. I don't know what to do." "I'll talk to her," reassured Kel. "I'm certain I can convince her to keep her silence until her injuries no longer trouble her." "Are you sure?" Fora frowned and bit her lip. "Trust me." |
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and glanced to the two coffers containing the remains of Ousire's treasured donkeys. The smelter had stood through the service, fighting throughout to hold back her tears. She looked as if Gigin's own wrath burned like magma in her heart.Redhades: Gethro will arrive whenever the DM does. No fear, he/she's reserved now!
oh dont worry man, its totaly cool to just totaly ignore my requests about my dwarf's job. >_> and not even give me the requested one as a side task or whatever. i want to be the one who starts olonkulet on its path to batshit engineering! probably would work together with the dude thats making caculators and stuff
"No, not dig in," murmured Danielle. "Build up." If the dwarves had been stunned at Frey's suggestion, they were outright shocked at Danielle's.
"Look at the Mountainhomes," she insisted. "The old town we went through, the way it was abandoned like that when the veins dried up. The heavy swathes cut through the mountains with no regard for either aesthetic or nature. Don't look at me like that!" she snapped at Broose. "I know what you're thinking. This all sounds Elvish. Well, the Elves are nutters and we all know it, especially over things that grow back with time. Mountains don't grow back. What sort of future are we going to leave for our children?"
In the days before when the world was young, When the copper fortress blazed like the sun, A rich Dark Wand'rer returned from the East, Her sister rejoiced and ordered a Feast. To the fest'val came two brothers of Tin, A copper-toned jew'l, the warrior Gigin, To celebrate Nish's return with proof Of lands to the East and also a Truth: The secret of godhood, the spark divine, Baked into Nakasian dishes so fine That each one was raised to the heights of grace, Reborn and renewed, emboldened by faith. The price of their rising was one quite dark, The lands were made barren, the world left stark And empty - save those who had risen so, Tasked with the fate of renewing the world. "Deler!" cried Onol, "We shall remake dwarves, Forge them from ir'n from the mountain's own source!" "Nay," said Deler, "Not so soft are our sons, Forge them anew from an alloy of bronze!" Deler and Onol, they fought for the right To remake the dwarves; it came to a fight! Onol dug iron from veins 'neath the earth, Breathed it to life and brought about its birth. So Deler and Zas together joined will, Mixed copper and tin, a cast they did fill. Bronze dwarf and ir'n dwarf together did clash, The latter's soft hide was easily smashed By the hardness and strength of bronze's might. It seemed that the bronze dwarf would win the fight When Gigin from Onol received a bribe And gave the ir'n dwarf a drink to imbibe: Made from charcoal and flux and molten flame And on drinking it the dwarf rose again. Strengthened by war-fire, no pain did he feel, The dwarf won the battle, forged now from steel. Deler cried out - a terrifying sound - His tin became oil, he sank to the ground. Zas became wounded and fled to the night, A creature of dreams beyond mortal sight. Onol's own tin grew brilliant as silver, Built Gigin a fortress with his skill for The debt he owed; and Nakas a tavern, While Deler called from a midnight cavern; "Onol, you give the dwarves gifts of life, Gigin, you then fill those lives with your strife, Nakas, respite will your revelry give, Guided by Nish in wealth they will live, But sins to jewelled dark dreams they'll confess And here in the dark I'll take them at death." So it was that the pantheon was made Here to remain 'til the world at last fades. Here in the depths we'll remember truth stark, Live life in light! Deler waits in the dark. | (http://webzoom.freewebs.com/iituem/dwarffort/olonkuletCh3Vg3.gif) |
Olonkulet is not called Olonkulet by the humans at this point, or in fact anyone else.Awesome :) I am pleased about Datan. And does this mean you have grand plans for the naming of the site? I edited my journal slightly because it's true; no one has used the O word yet. The site itself is shaping up nicely too. How many dwarves are we housing now?
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Also, requests taken note of. Especially for Datan. I'll see where I can fit him in.
Datan the elf will actually make an appearance eventually, but the town only has three dwarves in its militia who could conceivably leave.Glad to hear it. It seemed like as soon as I requested Datan, other-Datan got shoved into the spotlight, but I guess that was planned before I said anything.
...forensic druids...Heh.
Marvelous as always. And for some reason, I hear Stug speaking in a Russian accent.
That...Marvelous as always. And for some reason, I hear Stug speaking in a Russian accent.
I've just got an image of a dwarf in a commisars uniform in my head...
"<Cacame,>" he said formally, addressing the druid by the name of the forest's resident Force, "<this dwarf stands accused of crimes against the nation of the Fin of Saints and against the Force that runs through all. I will argue that he is guilty of oath-breaking and deception, of bringing blade and flame into the forest and setting them loose upon the glades and worst of all of striking a blow against the Force itself. Shall any elf oppose my accusation?>"
the nation of the Fin of Saints and against the Force that runs through all. I will argue that he is guilty of oath-breaking and deception,
argue that he is guilty
hewat.
Okay, another short update. Many apologies for the reduced length - play rehearsals this week and a performance tomorrow, plus trying to port Olonkulet as a contiguous story to the writing 'blog. Blaaargh, all very exhausting. -.-
Marvelous as always. And for some reason, I hear Stug speaking in a Russian accent.
Marvelous as always. And for some reason, I hear Stug speaking in a Russian accent.
yes. i had to re-read that update, but with him as russian. it was awsome ;D
"<Yes,>" said Stug with a nod. "<Olsmo lives.>"
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Also, an amusing tidbit. I started uploading the OK story to my writing 'blog (http://iituem.blogspot.com) (stolen straight from Heavy Flak, yes), and attempted to put up an AdSense banner.
"For the love of the gods!" shouted Petra. "This is a life or death situation here! Do you have something of relevance or don't you, you befuddled old codger?!" The old dwarf blinked his rheumy little eyes in puzzlement.
Also, I've started to get a little more familiar with Dwarf Companion, though I haven't used it on Olonkulet yet. It does give me the power to make OK a multi-race city, however, which would definitely make an impact on how this tale goes in the long run. How do we as a community feel about that? The default position is keeping it primarily dwarves, but this way would have advantages such as being able to rehabilitate some of the gobbo prisoners etc...
The answer's probably obvious, but what's with the lone letters in the title?
lol now someone has to make a mod so that u can use cakes as ammo :DAnd crumpets.
lol now someone has to make a mod so that u can use cakes as ammo :DAnd crumpets.
A catapult-launched crumpetspam might actually take down Ironblood.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking, of course, he'd have a second try with being chosen of armok and all. Anyway, let's not derail the thread any further, 'kay?lol now someone has to make a mod so that u can use cakes as ammo :DAnd crumpets.
A catapult-launched crumpetspam might actually take down Ironblood.
I imagine Ironblood eating so many crumpets that he ends up exploding because he ate too many damn crumpets. Like...oh, whats his face, that fat bloke who blew up after eating a whole lot of food in Monty Python's Meaning Of Life.
"Very well, then. Execute the order. Sixty-six, you say?"
"Execute the order. Sixty-six, you say?"
"order. Sixty-six?"
order Sixty-six(http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/c/ca/Awesome_I_see_what_you_did_there.gif)
((Who was the dwarf that makes the rock cakes? I would have loved to make a joke about pulling them aside to avoid the manufacture of any sconefall traps...))
"Do you know," she asked, "a pair of dwarves named Petra and Datan by any chance?"
"Brilliant plan," commented Stug. "Really. Worthy of prize, yes? Maybe we get big ribbon on chest later."
More please!Seconded.
Log of Petra, who was not in the charge.Looks like the influence of Blockedlance is increasing...
Stonebreak does not need slaves. As the army grows, so does my uncertainty of the course of my being here. Although I am a skilled soldier with a hammer to match, I can only wonder where all this is going. What does Stonebreaker want? Why are we marching across the country taking over towns and leaving ruins?
I can only wonder if this is some sinister plot.
The dreams won't go away. Fields of blood and I... well, I keep hearing the chanting. "Armok. Armok." And it won't go away.
Kind of appropriate, Mogror being from Olonkulet in the first place.Log of Petra, who was not in the charge.Looks like the influence of Blockedlance is increasing...
Stonebreak does not need slaves. As the army grows, so does my uncertainty of the course of my being here. Although I am a skilled soldier with a hammer to match, I can only wonder where all this is going. What does Stonebreaker want? Why are we marching across the country taking over towns and leaving ruins?
I can only wonder if this is some sinister plot.
The dreams won't go away. Fields of blood and I... well, I keep hearing the chanting. "Armok. Armok." And it won't go away.
My getting this job is, incidentally, completely fraudulent. As far as I'm aware, a grep is a kind of beast that likes to bash awks for food. During lean times, it performs a sort of non-destructive editing of its environment informally known as sed, typically on the back of a GNU living on Solaris. Its larger and more expansive cousin, egrep, subsists on a diet of korn, but has trouble with escaping certain metacharacters, who feed on it as a standard source of prey.This makes it sound like we've developed software that feeds upon other software. Is AI already here? Because it certainly sounds like it.