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Well-put, weenog.

And, mugglewump0, adding "Really good idea" to the title makes you look like...I dunno, like you're trying to force us into believing that a mediocre idea is really good.


About the actual suggestion: Why wouldn't haulers haul the stuff to the forge? It's kinda what haulers are for. And dwarves should take the thing that they are closest to at the tme they get to that reagent (as the ghost flies, so it's not perfect). How are your fortresses arranged, so that dwarves go miles out of their way to grab ores and fuel?

There was a "toilet trap" somewhere on the forums that could handle any creature that can be washed away by water.

Basically, you have a pressure plate linked to a hatch on either side, as well as an overhead hatch. Enemy steps on plate, hatches open so they can't move, and the water pours down from above and flushes them into the open space below. The hatches then close because no-one is standing on the plate.

Wow...I just need to place a refuse stockpile next to one of these traps...

It does.

Oh, and BTW: You can have blocks hauled via wheelbarrow using the same tricks as with stone. You just need to set the block stockpiles to use wheelbarrows.

Oooooh, Corai is gonna be madder than a elf in a termite mound....

Mad as in angry, or mad as in crazy? If it's the latter, you already kinda are. If the former, please elaborate.

Mod kobolds to be tameable. Capture the kobolds, by surrounding them with cage traps and aiming a cavein at somewhere where they aren't (or waiting for a thief). Tame the kobolds. Smile.

Or, wait until Runesmith updates, then just make them members of my fortress.

New Update!
Preview: Slugmen, Giant Slug Attack, Minecarts, Migrants, Mood.

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Another giant slug showed up. The mute one has expanded the cage traps--we have five now, located next to a couple of trees to slightly increase the chances of catching something. We intend to add walls soon. Sad that these things don't seem to be able to breed. Bigger shame that no one's tried to tame it past semi-wild.
At the start of Limestone, a cat gives birth. Gave. Whatever. Also, we started putting furniture in the dining room. Two tables, three chairs, more to be added. A dormitory has also been dug and is having some beds added. Blockadeswords is playing mechanic again-she really seems to look up to the mute one, except for the whole “chatty” thing.
A dog gave birth. Gives. Whatever. I then space out for a few weeks.
[I failed to note that the game was unpaused.]
A group of slug men showed up. A cat started playing with them.
The system I designed to drop wood down from the surface has been tested. The minecart has been whizzing over the little hole in the ground. To solve this, I am having the last track before the hole removed. Unfortunately, the memo was not received by everyone, and Splint was removing the track from on the track...
Thankfully, Splint was only bruised, and grabbed the edge of the big (failed) aquifer-piercing pit just in time to avoid splatting 20 feet below. As recompensation for this accident, I finally appointed her sheriff. She also requests a statue of herself to be erected in the dining hall; I agree to do so once the dining hall is more than four tables with four chairs around them in a big, empty, rough-hewn room. She agrees, and Shem makes the statue. It depicts her admiring a pack of giant hyenas.
Early in Sandstone, we strike native gold. All of this ore will make us rich if we can just find magma or something. A skilled metalcrafter would be nice, too.
On the ninth, the giant slug reverted to its wild state because no one decided that maybe they should work of taming it more. It made a brilliant choice to attack BerserkNINJA while he was working on making a cabinet. While this was going on, Shem worked on a minecart track, oblivious or uncaring to the massive beast trying to crush our militia. The slug received massive injuries, such as breaking and tearing its eyestalks and guts, and the rest of it, too, actually. BerserkNINJA actually killed the beast, with a strike to the head with his microcline mace. I sigh at the lost training opportunity and tell my fellow dwarves to butcher the beast. I also set up a temporary kitchen, just outside the new main food stockpile.
Right in the middle of autumn, we build a little bridge across the river. This gives us access to around one-quarter of the land allotted to us, but previously unreachable due to the lack of a ford around here.
Towards the end of Sandstone, migrants arrived.
The first was a skinny beekeeper, surnamed Ransackedsack, with a large family, including four children. She likes microcline, so she'll fit right in around here. She is calmly confident.
Her husband, a swordsdwarf/jewler/fishery worker (surname Plaitmansions), followed. He is like her wife: Skinny, calm, and confident under pressure, but he's a lot more active in finding pressure. I guess that adventurousness is why he became a swordsdwarf.
Next is Quilltorch, a fat, broad-nosed bone carver who happens to be Glovedtrumpet's younger brother (only 16, compared to Glovedtrumpet's 22).
Quilltorch's lovely young bride (19 years old! My, what things are coming to these days), a metalcrafter named Creedbell, is an ardent worshipper of Risen the Southern Luxuries, the god of wealth, trade, minerals, and jewels. She's confident and good under stress, but prefers to be alone and very introverted. She also has a cute little puppy, named Zon Woundinks, and a strong dislike of slugs.
The next migrant is Rampartpaddle's cousin, Morul Noblerock, the stoneworker and hunter who gets assigned to the post of Head Marksdwarf. She is married, and her thirteen-year-old introverted son, Laboredapex, is coming along. (I thought that 13 was old enough to do a man's worth, but Noblerock claims otherwise, so...not going to argue with her.) Noblerock is a bit creepy--she likes some kind of demon, impulsive, nervous and easily discourageable, likes spears, thinks giant peach-faced lovebirds have teeth, and worships Itsbar. Noblerock allegedly used to be a member of some cult, and got sent here for that.
Next is Gulleytowers, a bat-hating, contentious, boastful potter/beekeeper. She is married and has one son.
Her husband, Smithportent, is a reserved woodcrafter who dislikes authority and tradition. I don't like him at all, and in fact decide to make him the first to stay in our jail, once it's completed.
We now have 25 dwarves.

In the middle of the migrantwave, Townbud (recall, the lady who carved up some patient's bones, was sent here, and became a miner) withdrew from society. She claims a mason's workshop and gets to work. I wonder what she's making...

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Does anyone want to claim a dwarf? We've got around 20 unclaimed.
EDIT: Fixed an age.

I just realised why goblins attack dwarves: So they get a free funeral pyre! After all, traditional pyres require a lot of wood.