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not much happened for a while...

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Summer came and went; no humans. I was slightly disappointed, even with all the interesting new animals running through our fort. Ursa was down below, digging for magma, as I began recording our stockpiles. From what I was able to find out, she found two additional caverns, narrowly avoided getting our fort attacked by a gaint cave swallow, found a pillar of adamantium, and hit magma. According to some sources, she is busy mining out her proposed magma forge. It will be nice to finally have some true dwarven steel.

Derek got in a quarrel with a wild elephant, and cut the thing's leg with his axe. Maybe he's a little to... choppy... for even our temporary lumberjack.

In any case, it's a good thing we got ourselves sealed off from the underground; we are ill-prepared, and a Giant Cave Spider was spotted... as well as a whole array of fiends.

on a side note, our magma forges have just become operational. We are also digging out new houses for Ursa and the smelter; it appears Ursa's room has a gold vein in it...

Well, given our shortfall of food, I've decided it's an ideal time to begin our breeding program. Derek looked bored, so I told him to chop up a mule and three weaker puppies. He jumped up, excitedly, and began to chant "CHOPCHOPCHOP", inciting fear into the puppies.

Just as we returned to self-sustainability, the elves were spotted over the horizon. At the same time, our depot was open, but not fully booby-trapped, so we would be inconvenianced time-wise upon activating it. We held a quick meeting.

"I think we should trade with them. We don't want to get on their bad side yet, and if they make it back alive, the humans might trade with us!"

"Fair eno-"

"No! NONONO! You don't trade with elves, you kill them, slice off their high heads and cut them down to our size, then keep their hearts to catapult at the reinforcements of their soon-to-be dead brethren!!"
Everyone turned to look at Doc, surprised that, he of all people, was opposed to trade.
"What? One who is a doctor has to be at peace with his inner self, not the elves! What are you looking at!?"
"CHOP!"
"Derek's right. We have to trade."
"NO!"
"Lock him up until the elves leave!"

and so we did.

As the leader of the dwarves, I spoke to the elves personally, and traded for their animals. The Elves, according to our conversations, are trading with us because they see us as no real threat and nearly forgot that we were their prisoners at one point. Well, let me tell you, Elves may have short memories for their long lives, but us dwarves, our memories are long, and we don't forget.

Speaking of never forgetting, a breeding pair of elephants just wandered into our cage traps. I'm going to have someone tame them immediately.

As summer comes, there is much rejoicing amongth the fort. Derek and his wife have just had a son. He hasn't told me what his name is (probably CHOPCHOP), but the kid seems to have an unhealthy obsession with justice and warhammers...
... We are well on our way to becomming a Mountain home

Can I get the worldgen info on this?

http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=54569.msg1189999#msg1189999

After digging the path into the fort, and an area that was to be destined to be farmed, the dwarved started to move in. Arni insisted on making furnature, so I let him get started, eager for some furnishings for their future bedrooms. The miners also began digging out the future private residences of everyone.

Soon, summer came, and the dwarves were still settling in (with Urist insisting on making large quantities of mechanisms) when Arni, from a break, came running in. "Cazador! Dwarves over the Horizon. I came out, and sure enough, waiting were four dwarves who were seperated from us during the escape. "Aye!" Shouted one. "Got any room and rum te spare?"
"Not yet, but we will have some available shortly. Come on in!"
...

"So, what happened to you guys?"
"You managed to get out of the gate, while we were stuck behind it when it closed. We had to fight the filthy elves to climb over the walls. Most of us didn't make it. I remembered where you told us to go if we escaped, and we headed over here."
Urist Joined in. "Did... anyone else escape?"
The dwarf shrugged. "Maybe. The elves had released their animals on us by the time I was over the wall, and landing after the fall didn't help us fight off two war eagles. If anyone else made it, they will arrive before winter. Anytime after that, and I think it would be safe to say no-one else made it."
Cazador agreed.
Dwarves 1, 2
Dwarves 3, 4

We dragged what we could salvage and fled. Fled towards Riverblade falls, unwittingly straight into Elven Territory. Looking around, I saw only seven of us, including Myself, Urist the Red, Arni, and Ursa, a smith who had the decency and stubbornness to bring an anvil into the wagon when we fled. I didn't really know anyone else, despite being well known. Being late winter, in the wet season, the muddy earth and dense jungle left little time for conversation. Arny broke the ice.

"So this is what freedom tastes like. Hmmph. Well, it sure beats elves, thats for sure. And goblins."

"Agreed on that mark. What do you think we will find there?"

"Well, whatever it is, it better be worth it. I'm not sure how much longer we will be before we run out of food, and I'd hate to think about what is out here. It's so much safer underground."

"Heh. I'd have to agree with you there."

After a long day and night, the dwarved pitched a camp on top of a tall outcropping. In the morning, on the first of granite, Urist the Red awoke for hid daily battlecry, when get stopped short.

"Guys, wake up!"
"What?"
"I think I found your waterfall!"

I looked where he was pointing, and there it was. In fact, we were on the top of a narrow peninsula overlooking the falls and two rivers. The seven dwarfs gaped in awe, until Urist the Red broke the silence.

"It's missing something..."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... I mean, it could use a dam, or a death trap, or a dwarf city or something. It just looks so... empty, so blank, so Elf-like *everyone groaned in an off-chord unison* in this... natural state.
Arni joined in. "Yeah, you have a point there. I say we build our fort... behind the waterfall."
"Agreed."

And so, picks in hand, the dwarves struck the earth, with the intent of returning the Dwarven Empire to its former glory.

We dragged what we could salvage and fled. Fled towards Riverblade falls, unwittingly straight into Elven Territory. Looking around, I saw only seven of us, including Myself, Urist the Red, Arni, and Ursa, a smith who had the decency and stubbornness to bring an anvil into the wagon when we fled. I didn't really know anyone else, despite being well known. Being late winter, in the wet season, the muddy earth and dense jungle left little time for conversation. Arny broke the ice.

"So this is what freedom tastes like. Hmmph. Well, it sure beats elves, thats for sure. And goblins."

"Agreed on that mark. What do you think we will find there?"

"Well, whatever it is, it better be worth it. I'm not sure how much longer we will be before we run out of food, and I'd hate to think about what is out here. It's so much safer underground."

"Heh. I'd have to agree with you there."

After a long day and night, the dwarved pitched a camp on top of a tall outcropping. In the morning, on the first of granite, Urist the Red awoke for hid daily battlecry, when get stopped short.

"Guys, wake up!"
"What?"
"I think I found your waterfall!"

I looked where he was pointing, and there it was. In fact, we were on the top of a narrow peninsula overlooking the falls and two rivers. The seven dwarfs gaped in awe, until Urist the Red broke the silence.

"It's missing something..."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... I mean, it could use a dam, or a death trap, or a dwarf city or something. It just looks so... empty, so blank, so Elf-like *everyone groaned in an off-chord unison* in this... natural state.
Arni joined in. "Yeah, you have a point there. I say we build our fort... behind the waterfall."
"Agreed."

And so, picks in hand, the dwarves struck the earth, with the intent of returning the Dwarven Empire to its former glory.


Starting Location

Waterfall

I'm starting without skills, but I'll take your professions into account.

And yes, there are plenty sed/flus/gran/sand on this map




Two other dwarves joined in the planning process, Arni and our very own 'Urist the Red'.
 After a year, we had our plans in order, and in a bloody uprising, stormed the towers where the elves resided and slew them in their sleep. There were about fifty of us left. We kept the towers for a few years, slaying anyone who came near, before the elves and goblins caught on and attacked us, from two fronts. Outnumbered, a group of us fled south, with only what we could carry with us and a few maps with a location we had determined beforehand, a place we suspected would be a defensible position... a massive waterfall. Riverblade falls.

Riverblade is a fortress located on a waterfall, with no other dwarven civs in existence. This means I will be getting two waves of migrants, and that's it. Also, none of the dwarves are starting with skills.

My Dwarf

Dwarves:

Story Intro:

A long time ago, it is said that the dwarves had massive, underground cities, filled with dwarves, booze, and wealth. That is, until the Pig Demon, leading it's Goblin army, invaded and destroyed every Dwarven empire, one by one. Now, supposedly, all that remains are the ruins, and the existance of dwarves is but a myth, a tavern tale. Being a Dwarf myself, I know better. The last of these great dwarven empires was called 'The Barricade of Denominations'. The goblins, after they sacked the place, supposedly took several dwarves as slaves to work in their mines. The status quo has been as such for generations, where it got to the point where the goblins were literally sitting on top of what was equivilant to five large mountainhomes worth of dwarves, each one strengthened from doing manual labour, and this went on for centuries.

ten years after I was born, things began to change...

Well, I know that pressure does not transfer over diagonals.