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A few thoughts:

1.
Thinking along the lines of invaders, Would it be possible to have groups of 1-5 "adventurers" invade? Decent skills, equipment, possibly trapavoid, randomised race or stereotype (Elf Archer, Gnome with clockwork pants, etc) kinda thing?
I can see Adventurers attacking the Warlocks, Orcs, and generally anyone with enough cash loot to wash away their morals.

Would there be a way to include them as one of the presets for a races ambushes? (Elf Bladedancers, Archers and War Animal types spring to mind)

2.
Naga! Really looking forward to this race, although its not the priority.

3.
I'd really like to see the Warlocks personalities changed to introverted narcissists, or to have them inclined to be that sort of personality.

4. A happiness building for Warlocks, linked to the narcissistic tendencies above using up the prisoners to make a Warlock happy. A prisoner keep complimenting a warlock, under torture. Say the wrong thing, and get punished. Prisoner eventually dies (warlock runs reaction, using up the prisoner) and Warlock gets a good thought "Complimented by prisoner" or similar.

Hello various Dorf buddies,

     I was playing DF, while my wife was playing music, one of her favourite songs came on and, due to unfortunate over-exposure (and sheer catchyness) I started singing along to All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor.

     Not something I would usually relate, but some of the phrases hit me as easily adaptable. I am not a musical person, having never played anything more than a recorder (and that badly) but when "Every one of you is perfect from the bottom to the top!" can be changed to "Filling up with magma from the bottom to the top!"
"Got all the right Junk in all the right places" to "Got all the right Junk in all the Stockpiles"

 and such, I thought I'd release this thread into the unforgiving wilds of Bay12 and see if it flourished or died.

     

Just a quick question; weren't the shovels taken out of Kobold mode? If so the message would be... outdated

Sorry for the nitpicking, but I figure one nitpick now, is twenty less later on.

11th Limestone, Year One of Surprisingly competent Kobolds.

     Kaytavo has really stepped up as head trader of The Cult of Dragons, as my finely tuned bargaining sense seemed inadequate to woo the Kobold Liaison. (and attempts to educate the moron into understanding the term 'Liaison' were unfruitful, at best. Informing her of her stupidity was probably a bit far though)

     Kaytavo stepped in when Negotiations were going poorly, and begged me to intervene with an argument that had broken out in camp, while he tended to this lesser matter. I left, making a mental note to arrange for Kaytavo to be fed to the Drakes for his impertinence, when I realised the loud squeaks and yipping weren't something normal, they were louder, and I heard 'Druid' several times. This worried me. The memory of those bloody fiends ripping through the elves was a strong reminder of what to not trust.

     Jaso and Gunarex were dragging a kobold along with them, one of the near worthless idiots who were almost slavishly loyal to the cult, taking every sermon to heart, as long as there were plenty of stories about dragons ripping the other races to shreds in them, anyway. He was dropped as my feet.

     He looked up, right in my eyes, this old Doglizard, and blathered in a high pitched yipping that near broke my eardrums about idiots (I could sympathise) and how they wouldn't let him set up a tent. I was utterly confused, until he said something about a brazier, and training himself as a druid, and I damned near ordered him killed on the spot... but, I saw his eyes. The sheer devotion in them to me and my Cult are phenomenal. If I could harness that sheer power.... I could rival even the Human mounted knights who would surely stand in my way, not to mention, those damned Dwarves. I informed them I would ask the Dragons, and return their decision. That seemed to impress them all, even that idiot Jayceedee, who was skipping along behind the soldiers.

     Someday Soon, I shall be able to search for Jreb, the bold and beautiful. 

Oh, as a side note, Kaytavo shall not be fed to the dragons just yet. seems he was telling the truth, not being condescending. He also has a really cute tail.

21st Galena, Year One of Sinbad, the Trade Warren.

     Temptsfate has been doing good work, if not for sense or being any less annoying. The dragon favours him and such, as he managed, on a recruiting wander to convince a caravan to bring its wares, such as they are. The Dragon has decided, thanks to the very fat drake I keep near my desk whispering to me (Or so they think) to reward him. I bought an Ironbone thiefs cloak, and a bunch of threads in exchange for some of the spare quills I had made from the bags of feathers laying around. Apparently they'd been using charcoal to draw pictures of Tails, (instead of breasts I suppose.)

     The Perimeter palisade is complete, and a bunch of tents and overslung wood shelters have near sprung up near the north walls, where every type of leather and bone craft is currently being practiced.... fairly badly. A 'Shisha' Lodge has been set up, and Kaytavo has been put in charge of it, as apparently it heals Kobolds, so it will do until I can get a decent bonesaw made up for the infirmary I'll have set up. Mustn't have injured limbs that could be used for bone and meat put to waste.

     Speaking of wasted meat, The Dragons Claws were let out to play today, some gnolls were hanging out the front of the camp, to the west, and taunting our diminutive sizes, and I wanted to see just how we actually fared once given a decent level of training. Apparently... we slaughter people. Literally, limb from limb chopping and splattered blood, spilled entrails, the stupid looks of surprise... This will do nicely. Oh Jreb, I can almost feel your arms around me, and see your beautiful scales skin.

10th Malachite, year one of our recruitment.

     I expected Temptsfate to die horribly, and in a preferably messy manner, but it looks as if he succeeded at recruiting for the Cult. A grand total of two immigrants have shown up, one male and one female, both pretty useless. and they've been promptly drafted into our ranged squad, the Dragon Spitters. (I had to name it that, kept me laughing at the mental image for days, even with all these Koboldy onlookers. they still seem to think it is an honour.) I'll have to get some sort of ranged weapon manufacturing going on. Bolas are great, but I'm thinking from the way they cut through limbs fine, but get hooked on trees and branches, that they won't be any good against armour. so, we'll see what these kobolds usually do. Then improve it with some Human and Warlock know-how.

     Maybe some sort of poison enchanted to rot people, or to raise the resulting corpse? crossbows and bows seem to be beyond the scope of what we can currently make. Or draw back properly. bloody small doglizards.

Warm up it was, sorry I didn't make that clearer. Would you prefer to change your Bold'ing request, or wait for immigrants/druid hut?

And no Mate, Kobolds cannot hold drink very well I agree. but, Heznh didn't know that...

26th Granite, Year one of cold and thirst. And stupidity.

     The snow has not let up, and the freezing cold means if we start eating/drinking snow, we will quickly perish. Thus, I have had to build a still. The first brew is almost finished, and I'm almost inclined to thank our resident herbalist Jayceedee for supplying the plants I fermented.... except when I went to do so earlier, he had somehow gotten his head stuck inside a log. Luckily the leftover tallow from the dismembered Faedog (I was amazed at the sheer amount of damage these Bold-Bolas do to an unprotected limb or head) was able to grease the log up enough for him to slip out. I sent him to go help out Matarata with the hunting, with a few unsubtle hints for Matarata to use him as bait. And to not hurry too much with saving him.

     Once me and my crude distillery have saved the wretches under my control from dying of frozen thirst, I shall probably be able to relax with a jug or two of prickleberry wine, finally have some time to process the next step, instead of just reacting to the confusion and chaos in the camp. I've asked for a table and chair to be set up, soon as some sort of roof is built to protect my book and papers.