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Yes, that goblin ambush REALLY hit us bad. Things are far better now - most of the main fighters are up and ready, the equipment is also getting better. All of your dwarfs are still alive.

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From the Journals of 'Sir', 1st Sandstone, 103
Not much happening right now, really. The search for iron continues - we've found a few small deposits, but still nothing really. Also, the miners are digging out a new hall for a timberyard, and an additional wood stockpile. The carpenters tell me this timberyard is long overdue, and I can definitely agree. With more than a hundred logs (and another fucking wave of migrants, therefore a huge demand for beds), our wood industry definitely needs a boost.
I've also had a nice training session with Hellishslapped. It was really entertaining. I had reach, but she had flexibility.

I was concerned about the woman for a bit, as she showed minor signs of depression, but she seems to have recovered nicely. Sadly, the same can't be said for Tun - she's just running around and babbling these days. Darn shame, she did real good work with that titan. I wish we could do something for her.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 10th Sandstone, 103
A great hero has passed away. The titan-slayer, the one-man legion, Tun Baniklegon has finally died of thirst.

She was laid to rest in a glorious tomb, fit for a warrior of her stature. Furthermore, I've ordered the haulers to use Fancycombines, Mephs' true masterwork. In her short life of nine years (little more than a child, really), Tun Baniklegon has killed 34 of our enemies, and also slayed the fire titan that dared to attack our mighty fortress. This way, maybe we can honor her memory.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 23rd Sandstone, 103
Silus is finally up, and immediately resumed active duty. She's currently training her squad to dodge. She does this by 'lightly tapping' them with her mithril spear. The same spear she routinely guts zombies with. The little maggots are scared shitless. They dodge like crazy indeed.
All the others are still bedridden: Wypie, Hugo, Weiss and Freya.

(Image problem is being looked at. Patience. Another thing: I hope you dont mind the few references I drop here and there. Maybe this one was too obvious, but I just couldn't leave it out.)

573
What the... before, I saw my pictures in the thread, but now, they only work if I copy the url into the browser. Do you guys see the screenshots, or is this problem common for others?
I could switch to some other image-hosting site.

574
20th Galena, 103
- Muck root whiskey! Thank you, my friend! You dwarfs may not think highly of this, but compared to the things I was forced to drink lately, this is a godsend.
- Why? I thought you humans have a nice supply of wine from the south, and ale from the north. Not to mention sunshine from the elves. What happened?
- You mean you don't know? Gosh, you weren't kidding about your isolation.
- Why, what's this about?
- The elves are no more, my good sir. And the drow were also pushed back to the other end of the sea.
- What the fuck? I'm no fan of the tree-huggers, but seriously, what the fuck? The elves were one of the dominant races of our realm! Their strenght was near our own just a couple of decades ago, and far surpassed yours.
- Well, it turns out that tree groves and bows don't do much against the undead. I see you've had your fair share of battles recently, but tell me: have you killed many zombies with crossbow bolts? Did they stay down after a clean shot?
- Not exactly, no.
- Well, there you have it. Your people always believed in the strenght of axes, maces and other crushing and slashing weapons, while my people perfected armor. Our traditional tactics served us nicely against these things. The elves just weren't that lucky.
- But the drow...
- Yes, they did far better against the undead horde. For a while, they even took advantage of the elves demise, taking over their distant brothers' territory. That worked fine for them, to the point of them becoming overconfident. They crossed the desert of snow, and set out to conquer the northern wastes. It is said that there are whole mountains of silver, or even mithril up there.
- No race knows that better than us dwarves. But the north is cursed. Everybody knows you can't conquer it.
- I suppose they thought of it as superstition. Myth from an ancient era. Nevertheless, they were proven wrong.
- What happened to them?
- They awakened the frost giants. The giants rose from their long slumber, and basically that was it. The drow never stood a chance.
- Shit. Neither do we, if the giants don't stop with the drow.
- Don't trouble yourself, dear friend, you are way too far south for the giants. Some of our villages, however, are not.
- Basically, you are fighting a war againt the undead AND the frost giants?
- No, our king still insists that we are at war with the dark stranglers, and nothing else. The undead situation is not nearly as bad in our realm as it is around here. And the old man still hopes the frost giants will leave us alone after they discover that we're not with the drow. Hell, I don't think he has much of a choice. We couldn't possibly win an open war against them.
- Well. Shit. I was hoping for better news, like the kobolds are giving away their gold or something. This is bad. Still, thanks for the information. We'd better train our troops accordingly.
- I can't imagine you could train anyone to meet a frost giant in battle, but thanks for the whiskey anyway. My men are surely ready to break camp, so I think this is it. See you next year, my friend!
- Godspeed, human. I wish all of your people luck. That's the best I can do for you now.

(I can't help it, I just love humans. They always bring the best stuff. Also, this would be the update for Saturday.)

575
Nevermind, she just died of thirst. Oops I may have jumped ahead a few updates on that.

576
Slightly off topic, but somebody might know this: Is there any way of curing a dwarf from insanity? DFhack, raw altering, anything? I'm not a fan of cheating in general, but it's such a sad end for a nine year-old legion dwarf who killed so many of our enemies, including the titan. I really like that dwarf.

577
From the Journals of 'Sir', 15th Malachite, 103
This was... educational. For one thing, the constant fighting seemed to train our lads quite well. Or killed them, anyway. Doesn't matter: those who are still alive seem to be genuine badasses. I haven't inspected the rangers and the fortress guard yet, but the two main squads look alright.
Except the mild state of depression. Everybody is fucking related to fucking everybody else it seems. If something bad happens to basically ANYONE, it may start a chain reaction. I could really appreciate some better gear for the troops, but the smiths still have to work with galena and tetrahedrite.
There is still smoke coming from the corpse of the titan. Also, its rampage burned down the grass, boiled half of the drow blood that's covering anything, deepfried any corpses still lying around... oh and two giant rotting sauropods are roaming the countryside, just to complete the landscape. Things are going well.



From the Journals of 'Sir', 10th Galena, 103
Finally, I'm back in action! The Doc said I could go, and hell yeah I'll go. It's been months since I've punched something in the face. Pity those sauropods have left. I've slaughtered a few zombie groundhogs with Hugo, and that was mildly amusing, but not much.

14th Galena, 103
- Praise the gods! Humans! What a welcome sight!
- Greetings, good Sir. May I show what I can offer you?
- You may indeed. You don't even need to unload all of that: I'm buying that hundred logs of wood right off your cart. What else do you have?
- What about this?
- What's this thing? It looks like a fairly ineffective club, although very intricate in design.
- That, Sir, is a pistol.
- Holy shit, I've never seen real guns before! Have you got any ammo for this thing?
- Sadly no, I've used it all up against the undead while traveling. If I had any, you can bet your beard I wouldn't sell the pistol to you.
- I can imagine. But what should I do with a gun without ammo?
- I can bring you the schematics for making your OWN ammo when I come back next year. How does that sound?
- Well bargained, and done. I'll take your pistol. Also, some of those fancy above-ground crops you carry. We can't exactly grow them here.
- May I interest you in some armor plates for animals, or maybe some of these beautiful weapons?
- Nah. We don't have any animals that could be trained for war, and while those weapons do look rather nice, they are more decorative than useful. And I DO need useful ones here.
- Fair enough. Now, for all these riches, what can you give me?
- How about these gems, and a few of our excess weapons? You should make 3000 urists of profit from that.
- Hmm... that is generous indeed. It almost seems TOO generous. What's the catch here, my friend?
- Not exactly a catch. I just want to make sure you come back again, with my plans, and with a nice haul like this again.
- You can count on that. Will that be all?
- Join me for a drink, if you can. We're a bit cut off from the outside world here, I'd like to hear what you know.
- Why not? I assume you have some stories to tell as well, judging from the corpse of that titan right next to your doorstep.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 19th Galena, 103
Fucking goblins.



They got one of our farmers in that ambush. We avenged him, sure, but the bastards really got us: four dead, and several wounded (Among them Weiss. That guy remind me of poor old Empfan for some reason). If a single ambush costs us five lives, I'm beginning to get worried. We REALLY need armor-grade metals, and soon. Very fucking soon, or the undead wipe us off the face of the world before the frost giants even get here. It was surely nice to finally swing this mithril sword however. It's a real work of art.



(Sir has 9 pages of pure ass-kicking in that battle. I really need to upgrade the equipment, these things are not meant to be met with copper and silver.)

578
I like flat maps way more than mountains, but that may be just me. Also, an evil biome might make things too hard - see my fort for reference.

And again, I'd like to take a turn.

579
From the Journals of 'Sir', 2nd Malachite, 103

I'd be jumping with joy if I could stand up. Our Freya could. Or Silus. This way, this could be a death sentence for all of us. Orders are out to raise the bridge and assemble the army. What's left of it anyway.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 9th Malachite, 103
This went unbelievably well. Sure, the titan burned down the surrounding area, but the military managed to defeat it. Quite easily, in fact.



Just after the titan incident, a big bunch of migrants showed up. Normally, that would be a bad thing, since the booze supply is dangerously low again, but we desperately need to refill our ranks with fresh soldiers, and some of these newcomers actually look like they can handle a weapon.

15th Malachite, 103
'OK maggots, this is starting to get confusing. Recruits die and get replaced so often, I don't know half of your names. So, report. Freya and Silus are excused from this, since they just passed out. First off, Cudgels of power, my squad:









Holy shit, you are fucking NINE? I didn't know that. 28 confirmed kills is great then, especially since one of them is the titan. Next!



Next up, Machines of Bearing:







Hugo, is it? You look capable. I'll be keeping an eye on you.







That's enough for today. The other two squads are on duty, and the rangers aren't good for anything anyway. Dismissed.'

(There you have it, that's roughly half of the militia. I've lost some of them since then, and sadly, my favorite - the 9 year old titan-slayer - went mad.
Wypie has two kills, a male and female zombie dark strangler. Long-range weapons perform poorly against the undead. Especially since the little shits routinely forget to bring ammo with them: they have the quiver and crossbow, and we have hundreds of bolts, just nobody uses it. Also, some of the long-range guys just flat out bring an iron zweihander with them, logic and orders be damned. I'm tempted to disband the whole ranger squad, but I'm worried about flyers, so I'm still trying to make something useful out of them.)

580
I'd also like to participate.

581
Well, when Weiss does get in, just set him up for animal training as well I guess, that room is going to be mine...

As soon as I named a capable soldier 'Weiss', he was hospitalized after his first battle. He's alive though!
For now, the four squads are led by:
-Sir (primary forces)
-Silus (secondary forces)
-Wypie (rangers)
-Higginbottom III (captain of the guard)
We can't afford another squad for now, half of even these are stuck in bed. Your request is noted though, I'll see what I can do in the future.

582
The current captain of the guard fits your description (male axedwarf with 16 kills), BUT he's currently in the hospital with most of the militia. Nothing serious, just needs a crutch. Oh and he's the husband of Silus apparently.
I can't promise you anything on the gun department though. The only thing I found was a really small cluster of iron, and that went immediately into weapon and armor production, so steel (and therefore gun production) is still uncertain.

Edit: You're half-lucky, I've got a meteoric pistol from a trader. No ammo, and no plans for the mint for now, but still: gun.

583
Can i see the likescreens, and relationship lists for the unclamed? or atleast the un related to anyoneelsehere ones?

There are no such dwarves here. Basically, everyone I've checked has a number of kids, or at least a lover/wife. I'll post a partial list tomorrow.
Also tomorrow: the world is literally ON FIRE.

584
20th Hematite, 103, five seconds later:

-God, I forgot there's two of you.
-Good evening, Mirroredskunks.
-Fuck you. And it's 'Sir' to you, if you don't want your jaw to hurt very-very badly very-very soon.
-Fine then, I'll play along, Sir. Forgive my partner for leaving, he is a little bit impatient...
-What the shit? He was here for three years, haven't said a word until the very end, and you call that impatient?
-Sir, I'm talking about the undead situation.
-Oh.
-You have to admit, it's taking you quite a while to solve it.
-Well, the previous expeditions were very quick to solve it. By dying. I think I'm doing a mighty fine job compared to that.
-True and true. So, what was it you requested again?
-Oh gods. Steel, wood, bullet and fire turrets. Mithril, if you have some. That stuff is amazing.
-Will that be all?
-Yes, but I suppose you won't be giving it away for free.
-But of course.

Suddenly, a dwarf bursts into the room, without knocking, without salutation, anything.
-What the fuck, Wypie? This is a serious meeting, you are not following military disciple, you are improperly dressed, you are soaking in blood and HOLY SHIT YOU ARE SOAKING IN BLOOD!
-It's not mine, Sir!
-Then whose is it? It smells really bad.
-It's dark strangler blood, Sir.
-Could it be...?
-Yes, Sir. We've destoryed the last one of them.
-That's... that's awesome, Wypie. I mean holy fuck that's good. Take the rest of the day off, all of you. Dismissed.

-Now, what do you have to say about that?
-Nothing, really. Job well done.
-Again, fuck you. You liaisons think it's so easy, running a fort like this. If it was my decision, I'd have you oversee an expedition like this, before landing you in a cushy job like yours.
-Fortunately, that's not for you to decide. Now, about our trading agreement. I have this for you:

-Hm... spears and fish, those I think we can manage. Maybe spear throwers, tools and gems, too, but not in big quantities. The rest are no-go. Is that enough to get you out of my sight finally?
-More than enough, Sir. Thank you for your time.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 26th Hematite, 103
The secret project that Empfan and Meph started has finally been completed!



1 - Captured prisoners of war, wild animals and undead. The latter produce a rather rather unhealthy miasma. Nothing to do about that for now.
2 - Animal training here.
3 - These quarters were intended for Empfan. We need someone to fill in for him soon...
4 - The Great Arena! Here, soldiers could test their might against any captured foe, without endangering civilian lives. The northern lever opens the cage where the prisoners are loaded, the southern one seals the grate to the arena itself.

Not for the project, but also new:
5 - Hammerers' office and quarters.
6 - Cell blocks for dwarven justice.

We had a grand opening battle, set between the fortress guard and a captured zombie dwarf. It didn't go quite as planned. Oh sure, the zombie went down alright, it's just that we've lost another recruit. Plenty of others to choose from, though.

(Next time: Surprise guest, and dwarfings!)

585
Excuse me, this will be a very uncharacteristic outbreak of ranting and nerdrage, BUT:

How in hell can anyone think that 25 evil races vs. 4 good races can in any way be balanced ? I get so many reports from people saying: Oh, my, the races are inbalanced, the dwarves die... oh, and btw, I enabled 20 quadrillion invaders. The game is designed to have ONE, and just ONE evil race, goblins. And 3 good ones. Now I did my best and balanced 4 good and 5 evil races against each other, and it works. When do people realize that I do not mod the Fortress Defense mod, that even clearly states that it is inbalanced ? When do people realize that it makes no sense to enable ALL the races. Thats just ridiculus, take 2-3, play with default and you have 5, play with more and it is no surprise that the good ones get overrun.

/rant.

Sorry for that, and that you, jesusmod, were the target, but enough is enough. This question was asked and answered just a few pages ago. And before that... and before that... and so on. About the rest: dragons dont kill themselves with their own dragonfire, but can die by dragonfire of another creature. Spawn of Hollistic I would rewrite of course. 

EDIT: PS: There is a difference between    [IT_REQUIRES:FIT_FOR_ANIMATION and [IT_REQUIRES:FIT_FOR_RESURRECTION], so the idea to bless dwarves so they are not made zombies would work.

The world of Shadytorments did fine* with all the invaders on, so a lucky embark IS still possible even in those extreme conditions.

*by DF standards

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