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Minion Imeka buys the following runes for Hero Garett: NOPAIN, NOBREATHE, SPEED, NOEXERT and NOSTUN

Hero Garett is eager to train in the library, starting with dodge and armor usage, then melee combat and whatever melee skill (mace?) he would need to use his bow in melee, in case he ever faces an enemy without arrows in his quiver. Also, he got a big grin on his face at the mention of specialty arrows.

Put Garret in the ranged guards squad. Let him hunt occasionally.

Imeka would be happy to encrust some furniture or trade goods with cut glass, her gem skills need some practice.

I'd like to request a minion. Someone who has something to do with stones, ores or gems, meaning at least one of the following skills: miner, mason, engraver, stonecrafter, furnace operator, gem cutter, gem setter.

"Do you know what day it is?" asked Etur, the Hermit. "It's the first day of spring I think" answered his friend Bob. "Yes, yes it is. And it's the 5 year anniversary of me coming to this place." Despite his excitement he was silent for a while, then "Time sure went by fast." Bob looked up from the work he was doing "So you have been here five years already, what happened in the time before I joined you?" Etur took a sip from his mead "The first year was hard and I suffered from hallucinations several times. I didn't have much food with me and it ran out while I was working on making some clothes and tools, digging my home, building the first basic workshops and burying the things that I thought to have caused the hallucinations. I was pretty hungry when I began to desperatly gather some plants. Luckily the surrounding was rich in berries and as soon as I had eaten and brewed some, I tilled a spot of earth and planted the seeds."

He paused for a moment and took another sip "I had some trouble with rhesus maquces, they stole my waterskin and backpack besides some other not so important things. I was glad I stored my bow and arrows savely inside shortly before. The other wildlife didn't bother me much, until one day I spotted some ogres in the distance.  I was afraid of them, so I started to construct the wall.  Work progressed slowly until you came at the end of the second year, I think it was obsidian?" The hermit looked at his tireless companion, who answered. "Yes, I remember helping you with the last part of the wall and the drawbridge. And then you sent me to dig for ores below our home while you started with the roof. Oh, and around that time you began keeping bees and silkmoths and also build a well inside of our walls."

The hermit chuckled. "I don't know if the bees were a good or bad idea. The mead certainly tastes great, but the little buggers keep stinging our pets and they cause a lot of work. But we have a good store of wax, honey and royal jelly now, I haven't harvested them in quite some time. The silkmoths did produce way less than the bees and also grew much slower, as much as I fancy having silk clothes, we did get more wool cloth from our single sheep than silk from the silk moths. And to be honest, the rope reed farm was the most productive for getting cloth. But back to our past, as I recall you very quickly found cassiterite and sphalerite. Pleased that we had access to metals, I had you then help me with the roof."

Bob, who never ate, drank or slept, had finished his job and joined the hermit in the dining room for a well deserved break. "Even working together, it took us until the summer of the third year to build the roof. We were just finished with it, when two kobold thiefs got chased away by our dogs in Galena. That scared you so much that you quickly cut some last trees and then closed the bridge and sealed us in. Or was it because of the talisman you found just a few days later?" The hermit went into the kitchen and helped himself to a royal jelly and seed crossaint "Both, that talisman was worth about ten times as much as everything else we had and kobolds are always a bad sign. Except for the bow that I had not shot once since arriving here we had no weapons or armor as you very well know. That awkward moment I realised that neither tin nor zinc are metals you can make a fire save anvil from."

Bob grimaced. "So it was back to mining for me in search of copper. While you were playing around with that talisman." Etur protested "That was no playing around, that was research. The magic of the talisman could have been very helpful to us. Alas, I didn't know that conjurations would take offerings we couldn't provide. I briefly considered to go hunting, but I wasn't sure if I could take on the raptors that were outside that time. Or the giant coyotes that followed. Sometimes I'm envious of the druids who just go and tame those beasts." "Ah, so thats why you build a nature shrine in our courtyard under the roof, where it is completly ineffective." "Oh, shut up, Bob. Everyone can make mistakes. And you can imagine what would have happend if I dared to venture outside of our walls to build it there. Since shortly after, in Galena of the fourth year, a squad of humans, 15 blademan, one maceman and one ironclad horse, appeared, mistaking me for a warlock and besieging us. Do I look anything like a warlock to you? Where are all the ghouls and skeletons that would follow me if I was a warlock? But no, those humans were set in their minds and didn't listen to me."

Bob tried his best to calm Etur down, else he would rant for hours. "No, you are not a warlock and those humans were stupid for believing it. Anyway, in the following months I dug deeper and deeper, through layers of stone that had no ores, just gems, while the siege outside continued. It was winter when you called me to tell me of your idea how we can kill the humans or other folk who bother us." The hermit smiled. "Its rather ingenious, isn't it? A narrow path of traps leading over a deep pit, so that they either get injured by the traps or dodge and break some bones when they fall, while I stand behind the fortifications and shoot arrow after arrow at them."

Bob sighed. "Only that we are woking on it for over a year now and still do not have it finished. You were so intent on working on it that we didn't notice when the humans left, somewhere in summer it must have been. But that gave us the opportunity to savely dig a second entrance to the trap corridor. And then we sealed it immidiately until we are ready." Etur interrupted. "Speaking of ready, you finally found malachite in autumn and we made a copper anvil, and look, I have made a full set of bronze armor, now I can go out and fight." Bob rolled his eyes, he reckoned the old man would rather finish the traps and fight from relative safety than go out and seek trouble.




((Here is the save after 5 years for you to look around, since I forgot to take screenshots: http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=9400
I played at normal speed, no need for savescumming so far. That will probably change once I stop being a turtling coward...

Oil can be pressed from several plants with the screw press or made from tallow at the workshop (alchemy), poison can be produced from certain plants at the workshop (poison).))

My first hermit went melancholy due to lack of clothes. I could not take cotton cloth at embark - the only plant his Civ knew were bloated tubers. I took one piece of leather instead. I was a bit slow to get things going, so the hermit could only gather 3 silk-moth webs before it began to rain. He produced 3 silk cloth, but couldn't make a clothing set from it, the reaction was red. Meanwhile, his dog killed a forest imp, the hermit quickly butchered it, tanned its hide and got two leather. He made leather armor, greaves and boots, but he did not equip them (specifically assinged in military screen, replace clothing, exact matches, inactive = uniformed). I gave up on clothes and began burying regrets and carving a home until the inevitable happened.

My second hermit (genned new world, this time I could get cotton cloth on embark, took 4 and made clothing set without problem with one cloth left) is in his second summer and doing quite well. He has a moderately sized home dug out, some tiny farms planted and his entrance surrounded with a wall. The two migrant waves arrived while he was digging, so he did not witness them dieing, all the migrants are missing on the units screen. He did not bury the regrets left by the migrants with missing status, only those of the initial 6 he saw dieing and which are listed as dead. When I stationed him near the regrets of the missing there were no announcements that he found someone dead, he seemed not recognize the regrets as corpses of the missing migrants. By now all of them were stolen by rhesus maquaces.

Imekas Diary:

Most entries are unreadibly due to mud covering them

10th Limestone:
After hauling some goods to the depot I gossiped a bit with one of the caravan guards. Bad, really bad news for me from my home. My father is sentenced to death for treason, my brother killed resisting the guards. My mother was spared cause she went insane. And me too awaits death if I ever return. I know that I have done nothing and I believe my family to be innocent. Whose dirty hands are behind this all? I can only guess.

some more unreadable entries

14th Moonstone:
Bear, the strong ranger Bear is dead. I always admired her for her strength and now she is gone. And I, I have yet to decide if I stay (and likely die) here or return to the mountainhomes (and even more likely die).

3rd Opal:
Great news, the cave is almost clear of monsters! The greatest threat left is the Hydra. And the creatures of fire near the magma. Although I'm afraid of all these dangers, I will stay here for the time being. If I ever return to the mountainhomes I want to be strong enough to avoid the guards until I have avenged my family.