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So, can the player please turn back on PKs labors of
-soap making
-potash making
-lye making
-bone carving
and cue up some bone crafting? or decorating.
I remember someone saying that floor hatches were now destructible from underneath.
I think it should reset, the alternative would make the death of a renter a good thing.
`Timeless Bob' Oltarlisid, "`Timeless Bob' Gildclash", Dwarven Baby
"Damaba..."
Within the last season, he felt loathing at being out in the sunshine again. He was disgusted after being nauseated by the sun.
He is the son of Feb Hammernails and Inod Fastenedlabored. He is an ardent worshipper of Kadol.
He is a citizen of The Tame Gears. He is a member of The Revered Strangers.
He is one month old, born on the 13th of Felsite in the year 201.
He is fat. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His long beard is arranged in double braids. His very long hair is braided. His ears are somewhat tall. His hair is flax. His skin is pale brown. His eyes are raw umber.
He is susceptible to disease and slow to heal.
`Timeless Bob' Oltarlisid likes gneiss, copper and pink garnet. When possible, he prefers to consume apple cider and rye flour. He absolutely detests cave spiders.
He has an amazing spatial sense, a great affinity for language, good intuition and a good kinesthetic sense, but he has poor empathy and a large deficit of willpower.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally is completely put off by the idea of friends, sees no value in holding back complaints and concealing emotions and is somewhat put off by trade and commerce. He dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.
He seeks out exciting and adventurous situations. He is extremely confident of himself in situations requiring his skills. He has an overbearing personality. He doesn't often experience strong cravings or urges. He is rarely happy or enthusiastic, and he is conflicted by this as he values parties and merrymaking in the abstract. He tends to be a bit stubborn in changing his mind about things. He can sometimes act without deliberation. He is somewhat fearful in the face of imminent danger. He is quick to form negative views about things. He has a greedy streak. He generally acts with a narrow focus on the current activity. He often feels envious of others. He rarely feels discouraged. He stiffens up when he's surprised. He stammers when he's excited. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. He does not mind being outdoors, at least for a time.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
`AsanW' Rigothdostob, "`AsanW' Craftclearings", Metalsmith
"I could do without all of those creatures and tangled greenery."
Within the last season, he was horrified after seeing Iteb Granitepuzzles die. He felt satisfied at work. He felt pleasure near a fine Trade Depot. He was annoyed at the lack of dining tables. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He was blissful dining in a fantastic dining room. He felt pleasure near a fine Paved Road. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He didn't feel anything while in conflict. He was afraid after experiencing trauma. He was horrified after seeing Catten Ringphrase die. He was horrified after seeing Geshud Syrupmines die. He felt pleasure near a fine Seat. He was horrified after seeing the human Spishab Dreamcolors die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Bax Spideryhaunts die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Osefi Eatstaves die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a rooster die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Olngo Hexdimples die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Mato Beautyghouls die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a yak cow die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a kiwi hen die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a opossum die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a echidna die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a skunk die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a barn owl die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a water buffalo bull die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a ram die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a horse die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a horse die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a ewe die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Usbu Doomblizzard die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Snang Patternedhates die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Olngo Ghouldoctrine die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Bax Submergedticks die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing the goblin Nako Witchpebbles die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a reindeer cow die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a barn owl die. He didn't feel anything after seeing a skunk die. He was horrified after seeing a goblin die. He was horrified after seeing a troll die.
He is married to Catten Flightmetal. He is the son of Rith Fatediron and Thob Anvilswamps.
He is a citizen of The Tame Gears. He is a member of The Revered Strangers. He is a former member of The Fortification of Moons. He arrived at Nanothstettad on the 7th of Slate in the year 201.
He is one hundred twenty years old, born on the 10th of Moonstone in the year 81.
He is average in size. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His long hair is braided. He has a clear voice. His slightly rounded raw umber eyes have large irises. His ears are free-lobed. His hair is gray with some flax. His skin is dark peach. His lips are slightly thick.
He is agile, but he is flimsy.
`AsanW' Rigothdostob likes gabbro, bismuth, citrine, apricot wood wood and ibex hoof. When possible, he prefers to consume crab, moghopper, chicory and maize beer. He absolutely detests oysters.
He has a great sense of empathy and a sharp intellect, but he has an iffy memory and a large deficit of willpower.
Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally believes it is important to conceal emotions and refrain from complaining, finds eloquence and artful speech off-putting and doesn't really see the point of working hard. He dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.
He is very quick to anger. He is incredibly brave in the face of looming danger, perhaps a bit foolhardy. He is sometimes cruel. He presents himself modestly and frowns on any flashy accoutrements. He isn't particularly curious about the world. He has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. He tends to be a little wasteful when working on projects. He generally finds himself quite hopeful about the future. He is often nervous. He likes a little excitement now and then. He often feels discouraged. He occasionally overindulges. He is rarely happy or enthusiastic, and he is conflicted by this as he values parties and merrymaking in the abstract. He is moved by art and natural beauty, and he is troubled by this since he dislikes the natural world. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
Grandma Ustuth!
I hope this missive finds you in good health. There's been no official word yet from the liaison, but we've heard rumors of a goblin army overrunning Rimsprayed. Please do let us know if you hear anything at all from cousins Athel and Ilral.
Matters here in Nevertaxed have been, I'm sorry to say, quite taxing. I took this position with the hope of better securing our fortunes through applying some well-considered management to various matters, and indeed I think my efforts are beginning to bear fruit. Yet, the toll has been far higher than I would have wished.
I feel that I acquitted myself well in our first calamity, though. Not three days after I took on the assignment, a sizable force of goblins arrived without warning. They marched on our village without pity, but with little discipline, taking time to wander aside and slaughter our animals grazing in the fields nearby. No matter, we rallied the squads and ushered everyone else into the relative safety of our tavern, and our soldiers were able to repel the invaders by force of arms. I can only call our safety relative, though, for our foes did bring trolls with them, and the brutes are quite capable of smashing down the doors of our refuge. I've no doubt we have among our number engineers capable of raising impenetrable defenses worthy of the Mountainhome, but I've been told the precarious legal status under which we exist forbids certain techniques on which others may rely.
One of those techniques is the simple expedient of defensive walls. Apparently it would be impossible to assign legal ownership of such a structure, and thus nobody here has the authority to simply order one built. That will cause us sorrow, I fear, and sure enough it has already caused us some considerable grief. This spring a monstrosity fell upon us out of the woods, and so fleet was it upon its paws, that it was in the center of the village before most dwarves had gone ten paces. It bore a curse that spreads by biting, and those affected are periodically afflicted by a terrible urge to bite indeed! The curse is now contained, but some good dwarves now rest forever in our shrine.
But enough complaining, I did not write to add weight to your shoulders! All in all life here is glorious, make no mistake. I am running a weavers shop and, below these majestic trees, have been crafting the finest bolts of rope reed cloth you ever saw. My renovations to our tavern proceed apace, and even if they are mostly cosmetic the improved aesthetics are most striking. Even our squads of fighters, the ostensible reason for my appointment, are much improved both in number and in skill. And you, my dear grandmother, now have three great-grandchildren here as well. Truly we have found a good home.
Your caring granddaughter,
Maolagin of Nevertaxed
Bembul Olongebar, Lead Spinner has been found dead.
Onul Zoncerol, Dwarven Child has been found dead.
Catten Athelsokan, Miner has been found dead.
`Zubb2' Rosatsibrek, Mechanic Industry Bitten has been found dead.
`Beneviento' Kosothgubel, Lead Clothier(renter) Bitten has been found dead.
Tulon Taremnish, Brewer Bitten has been found dead.
So, can the player please turn back on PKs labors of
-soap making
-potash making
-lye making
-bone carving
and cue up some bone crafting? or decorating.
4 Granite 201
"Well why don't you talk to cousin Nil, if you're still missing him that much, and see if he'll move out here? We've plenty of family out here now, he'll be more than welcome."
Ral Boatstorches, lead milker of Nevertaxed, looked up at Maolagin mournfully. "Sure I've been missing Nil a bit, but that's not bugging me so much right now as the fact that some dwarf is standing on me beard!" he replied testily. Ral was squatting under a table along with three other dwarves as Maolagin peered down over the edge, because just then almost the entire population of Nevertaxed was crowded into the meeting hall of the Pickled Plum. Although well appointed, the ever-present coat of vomit did reduce the charm of the place on the best of days, and today it was clearly taxing the nerves more than one dwarf.
Crouched beside her on top of the table, Maolagin's aunt Tirist prompted her to continue her story. "So you were about to say, dear, you're some kind of administrator now?"
"More or less," Maolagin temporized. "Thing is, Wierd's been getting a bit, well, weird. He did a good job getting our agricultural business running, no doubt."
"Here here!" interrupted a couple of dwarves in earshot, raising barrels of freshly brewed beer.
"Quite so," she continued, "if we're stuck in the Plum for long, we'll much appreciate the full storeroom beneath our feet here. But the business with the baron, it took its toll. I don't mind saying, he was clearly out of his element dealing with goblins, and now he's got renters, too. So Kogan tapped me a few days ago to take on some of the day-to-day organizing. Get some renovations underway, keep the industries humming along while the founders do their thing with estates and manors and such. And, above all, get us prepared for the goblins."
"And how's that working out then?" another voice called from nearby.
"Could be better," Maolagin admitted. "I wasn't expecting them quite so soon!"
You can take it now.
You are currently named Vutok and your title is Founder
Ok, It is now the first day of spring.
Saving, and uploading.
Dearest Mama Thikut,
I do apologize for waiting so long to write you, but Iral and I have undertaken quite the change in our fortunes, and getting a letter back to Workdeep is no longer a simple matter of asking a passing acquaintance to take it along on their next trip back down from the surface. I'm sure you've guessed from my last missives, it was this situation with the goblins that made up our mind to move. I was a mercenary by trade, but I don't mind saying I've never looked for a fight. For the past eighty-some years I've hired my sword to guard caravans and such, and never once killed a soul. Now that the new overlord is on the move, I say, leave the glory of battle to better warriors than I!
Well as fate would have it, we heard of a new settlement rising far to the east, beyond the Taciturn Waters. It's supposed to be entirely beyond the reach of the bureaucracy of the Mountainhome. While I've no objection to paying my just share of taxes -- although goodness do they vex my dear Iral! -- my mind is considerably at ease that here we'll be beyond the reach of a draft, should one be instituted. I may be kid sister to nobility now, but I don't care to rely on the Countess of Wildbrass for favors.
So here we find ourselves in the Village of Nevertaxed. There have been so many changes since leaving the old Hillock, where shall I start? I suppose I should first correct myself, lest I be caught in a dishonesty. I have, in fact, killed a thing now. The woods here are ancient and wild, and my skill with a sword was needed to put down a wounded beast. (Here follows a line, apparently scratched out as an afterthought, which appears to mention a goblin raid and a barricaded tavern.) However, overall we are as safe as could be, so don't worry after us now! Oh, and you'll be happy to know, you are once again a grandmother. I think young Zulban will have your eyes.
But I've saved the best news for last, of course. I have created the most wondrous thing, and now they are calling me a master weaver! In a fit of inspiration I wove a scarf, Colorfreezes they call it, and it is so beautiful I could burst for joy! I never thought I had such talent, but now the threads flow beneath my fingers like a wild landslide. Maybe it is the primeval air here. Whatever the cause, now I simply must stay. In fact, I've already been given permission to open a cloth shop, so I think we will be well provided for. And just so you know, I'm calling myself Maolagin now. It just came to me. New life, new name, don't you think?
Please convey my deepest affection to my brother and sisters. Warmest regards,
Tosid "Maolagin" Wildboulders, Weaver of Nevertaxed
(A later hand has added: Undated, but received in Workdeep in Sandstone of the year 200.)
We're going to need some more armor.
Then you could still have it on syndromes, since there's a [SYN_INGESTED] thing already and syndromes can be applied to any material.
Ok, I can do that.
