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9th Sandstone


Kol has been sentenced to 50 Hammer strikes for the crime of murder.

22st Sandstone


Kol, rather unsurprisingly, did not survive his beating by the Hammerer. The loss of his skills is unfortunate, but an example needed to be set – murder cannot be allowed, not now, not with random acts of violence and breakdowns still the norm in the fortress.

3rd Timber


+Official Order, Delivered to Goldsilver 3rd Timber 256+

The Dwarf responsible for ordering the crafting and installation of the finely-crafted statue of Captain Nephilim in the main courtyard – specifically, the one depicting him consuming his sword – is to report to my office at the earliest convenience. I want a word with you.

Quantum Drop, Overseer of Goldsilver and Leader of the Penitent Coalition, Timber 256.

8th Timber


The twisted form of the sepia-scaled fiend arose from concealment, tilting back its head and letting loose with a terrible, braying cry. From deeper within the fort, two other voices arose as if in reply; those close to the Werebeast Bridge flinched back at the awful cry, and the horrific hisses and snarls that followed from within the pit in which the long-condemned Yung Boujee and Arzesbomrek had been entombed.


Its cry emitted, the beast began to charge forward on all fours, hissing with hunger as Fikod Idendallith met its charge. Sepia eyes blazed with rabid fury as it clawed the air above his head; the creature twisted its form away from his first swipe, only for its right leg to be impaled as he reversed the stroke. Blood flowed freely as his blade embedded itself in the scale.

It thrust itself towards him again, butting its head into his chest like a bull; even with its movements slowed by the ruin of its leg, its sheer bulk was enough to send him to the ground. Its hot, stinking breath wafted over him as it reared up for a blow, the scent of rotting meat and miasma striking him as he thrust his fist into its softer underbelly.

The beast hissed in pain at the punch, and that was all the distraction that he needed. A dozen inches of finely-crafted, razor-sharp adamantine swept through the air, met the scales and meat of its neck, and carried on through.


It was only later, once the bloodshed had died down and the corpse been dragged out of the road, that anyone would think to check upon the First-Bitten and her entombed comrade, and they would find only the ravaged corpse of a Werelizard – and its living, now-Dwarven comrade, pushed up against one of the walls, eyes wide in horror and fixed upon his still-bloody hands.

2nd Moonstone – 10th Moonstone.

The foul greenskins never had any idea what they were up against. Goldsilver has seen off sieges of Elves, beasts of the night, and Goblins alike – and they thought a mere sixty soldiers would be enough to break us?

Though our Marksdwarves proved all but useless in targeting the Goblins, the melee squads proved far more effective: the main force, having massed before our gates, was eviscerated in short order by the combined action of the Constructive Kingdoms and the Armouries of Mortality without a single one having the chance to defile the soil of the fort; a flanking force aimed itself at the pyramid and the exposed sections of the wall.

They didn’t expect to meet the Black Legion head-on, of course. It was hardly worthy of being called a battle, or even a backroom brawl – though the Goblins outnumbered them by six or seven, Nephilim and his comrades slew them swiftly and brutally enough that they were left in chunks fit for those filthy Elves’ stewpots. Not a single Goblin escaped nor entered the fortress’ borders, and the wealth of iron and copper arms and armour their failed assault has provided us will prove most useful in the future.

7th Opal

Medtob’s locked himself in one of the workshops, demanding plant cloth, logs, gems of all kinds, rock, and metal bars – all of which we have in abundance. Let’s hope that whatever he creates in this fugue state will be of some use.

11th Opal
The First-Bitten has been memorialized with a slab in the Hall of the Dead – one I helped craft myself. Though none of us could stop her death, or even retrieve her body from that tomb, at least we can ensure that her soul will rest well.

17th Opal


Medtob emerged from the workshop today, carrying this:


Quite impressive, I will not deny.

28th Obsidian


Despite all my efforts this year, the recent siege seems to have re-ignited the issues of stress plaguing Goldsilver. Several dwarves have died in the past few weeks, even more have suffered breakdowns or depressions of one form or another. Many will recover, given time – and thank Nokor for that, for I doubt Goldsilver would survive were even half of those under such stress to lose their minds.

Imic fell into depression a week or two ago; Lucky, Nephilim, and a dozen others are faring little better. I have done all that I can. The meeting to decide the next Overseer comes in a few short hours; let us hope that whoever takes command next may do better than I.

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OOC: No, I don’t know precisely why Yung Boujee and the First-Bitten suddenly went at each other under the full moon. They’d been perfectly fine through all the other full moon nights this year, so my guess is that one somehow changed slightly earlier than the other, causing an automatic ‘No Quarter’ combat level between them due to one still technically being a Dwarf at the time.

A note to the next overseer: there’s a whole mess of Goblin body parts up near the Pyramid entrance and on the main bridge, so you may want to clean those out by setting the ‘No longer cares about anything’ dwarves to hauling refuse and burial (they don’t get negative thoughts from dead bodies, at all). I’ve rigged up a couple of 2x2 atom smashers inside the curtain wall’s bridge area with dump zones right under them, and the magma sea garbage disposal zone has been deactivated for now.

Stress remains a major problem, with four harrowed, twenty-three haggard, and thirty-three stressed. The new version may do something about that, but it seems the bulk of the 'needs' to be fulfilled are
'see family/friends' and the like.

Finally, here’s the current states of the Overseers and Player dorfs:














Save is here: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=15390 . Sorry for taking so long with the turn.

Can I be dorfed? As a soldier, if possible. I might found a political party later

Done - you have been dorfed as 'LadyBrassroast' Creaturesteel, Expert Swordsdwarf and Planter. Welcome to Goldsilver!

They don't show up. Aquatic animal people are deliberately unable to civilize for this reason.

Hence why I put the 'If they actually showed up' in there.

8th Granite, 256


A mere week and a day into the year, and already we have seen several deaths. Two of them were suicides – both of them had gone mad in the past, refusing any effort to make them eat or drink until the effects of such negligence caught up to them. Senseless though this waste of their gift of life may be, they will be buried, nonetheless.

More concerning are the reports of a murder in broad daylight: no warning, no sentence, simply a dwarf beating another into the ground until his head broke from a shield-blow. All throughout the fortress, there are similar signs of potential anarchy; violent tantrums, depressed citizens sulking in the shadows, and deranged dwarves stumbling about without care throughout the halls.


Even Nephilim, dear Nephilim, has been lashing out in frustration as of late – perhaps moreso than I feared. According to our sole true surgeon, one of the Axedwarves that died in the lower hospital today claimed with his last breath that Nephilim, of all dwarves, was the one that wounded him to this point.


It still nags at the back of my mind. No matter how much I tell myself that he misidentified his attacker, or that he was addled by the injuries to his spine, that damned suspicion will not go away, even as anarchy continues to spread: Fath Tobularban was recently murdered by one of those damned Human swordsmen, and some of the more unstable soldiers have begun to turn on one another in half-random bouts of madness.

At this rate, I fear that harsher measures must be enacted to curb this violence; Armok’s thirst must be slaked, but I refuse to let dwarven blood be that which does so. That Dumed’s blood-mad ways have cost us enough already.

For now, I have ordered that the corpse-pile in the main courtyard is to be disposed of – or, at the very least, removed to a place where it will not further affect the more unstable citizens – and have personally begun to prepare the necessary actions to exorcise a particularly troublesome spectre; it is high time that his soul goes to Him, and that he stops his constant haunting of the living.

12th Granite

Having spent the past few days speaking with the various personages of the fort, I have found a significant issue that requires immediate correction: several deities widely worshipped in Goldsilver lack even a single shrine to their name!

I doubt I need to elaborate on why this is such an issue. With the levels of stress and trauma our dwarves have been put through so far, more than a few have taken up faith in the gods as a means of coping – yet without any proper place to worship, communion with them is all but impossible, the distractions offered by the industry of the fort preventing even the most focused from doing so.

That changes today. Orders have been given to dig out and smooth several new areas alongside the extant temples, with decoration and engraving soon to follow – Nokor alone knows we need as many of the gods on our side as we can get.

Furthermore, considering the abundance of clay in the fortress grounds, consideration must be given to –

(The page abruptly terminates).

1st Slate

The spectre of the fallen dwarf has been exorcised from Goldsilver; in lieu of burying a body, we have been forced to erect an engraved memorial. Either way, he will be troubling his past acquaintances no more.

15th Slate

One of the Woodcutters went funny today. Locked himself in one of the workshops; won’t come out no matter what his friends do to try and draw him out. I’ve given orders to leave him for now, lest any intervention have some damaging consequence on this worker’s already-strained mind – we will simply have to wait and see what comes of this. 

3rd Felsite

Damn those misbegotten half-breeds!

Those accursed kea-spawn have been harassing the workers in the courtyard, exploiting the open-air design  to land and scare any dwarves attempting to pass by, then taking off before any measure of retribution can be levelled upon them! It has all but paralysed travel and work through the central courtyard of Goldsilver, with workers refusing to move through the area due to the risk of being attacked.

The Artefacts of Paper have been sent in, with orders to knock those feathered half-breeds out of the sky. Armok will have to be happy with their blood.

4th Felsite

I suppose it is appropriate, in a certain manner, that the dwarf tasked with handling our dead has fallen himself. How, I remain unsure – investigations must be made.


Furthermore, there has arisen a great crashing and roaring from the walled-off sections of the caverns; whatever beast now lurks down there seems to be venting its wrath upon trees and whatever animals it can find alike. I will not deny it: with the state we are in at the moment, the prior Overseers were far more justified in sealing the caverns than I gave them credit for.

In slightly better news, the woodcutter from weeks ago has emerged from his workshop, bearing a slate crown:

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OOC: Okay, a run-down on the current state of the fort:

Stress-wise, we’re still suffering. At least a dozen dwarves are simultaneously tantruming, depressed, or oblivious at any given time, and the literal hundreds of supposed-to-be-pastured animals crowding into corridors three tiles (or one tile) wide seem to be partly responsible for the framerate being at 15-20. Half the population is either red or yellow-lining on stress, with about two in ‘harrowed’ territory and one having gone completely cuckoo.

The main gate has been drawn up for now, to prevent any more horrified/uneasy thoughts from seeing the dead hippies and goblins outside the walls. The masons, craftsdwarves, etc. are working to produce statues, chests, coffers, and trade goods to try and bump up their own happiness (by creating masterworks/satisfying 'acquire something' needs) and by kitting out the bedrooms of the fort. The less stressed workers are being assigned to dumping the corpses in the fort’s corridors down the nearest hole. The smoothing of the central courtyard’s stones continues, with the intent to have the more skilled Engravers work there once smoothed fully – hopefully, the masterwork/high quality arts they’ll come up with can help produce some positive thoughts.

All the party leaders bar Nephilim and Lucky (both red-lining, around 10,000 stress away from 'Harrowed') are yellow-lining on stress, with the exception of Fatcat. Considering that Nephilim's managed to accidentally two dwarves (the Axedwarf and the Undertaker), dealing with that’s a high priority.

I apologise for the  slow speed of my update – IRL’s become rather unexpectedly hectic, and I’m trying to be careful with the fort so that I don’t accidentally cause stress to spiral further.

If you want to use them as companions, I have no objections. Good luck with Heroicgem.

How are you articulating that they are specifically dwarves living in this site, they could be goblin refugees who have become adoptive members of dwarven society? Were you viewing the site afterwards in legends viewer or something similar?

Its speculative, but the site could have just made up some non-historical dwarf copies too, but i dont this has really been reported before not that it'd be super-suprising.

Yes, I viewed it in legendsviewer. Saved the game when I noticed it, DFHack-exported it, and looked at the site from there. There are no civilised pops there other than 55 Dwarves, with a bunch of Yaks, Horses, Beak Dogs, and Donkeys under 'Uncivilised' pops.

And on a closer look, all of the dwarves who settled there after the siege have basically blank histories - so it looks like the dwarves were generated ex nihlo.

Quote from: anewaname on January 11, 2021, 03:33:04 am

But this is not mentioned in the current wiki...the concept is only referenced in this ancient wiki page.

>Conducting a meeting in a dining room is as traumatic as your own dead mother coming back as a zombie and trying to kill you

Kind of fuck this game sometimes.  It's not still like that, is it?  No wonder people hate nobles in this game.

I don't think so, no. My Mayor was having issues with that 'no office' thing for a while, but it seems that its effect on his stress was minimal (though the numerous masterwork roasts may've helped). Still, the nobles also caused me to lose a legendary crafter due to beating from an accidental mandate violation, so feck them with a rusty anchor.