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From the Journals of 'Sir', 14th Felsite, 103
That was fuckin awesome. Our military is brutally effective, even though some our soldiers have... strange ideas about combat tactics. Like Wypie here:



I have to admit, it works and all, but still, what the fuck? Also, who brought in that mithril javelin thrower? I didn't know we had that. I think that's going to be melted down, if I ever get my hands on it. The escort was successful, all of the migrants made it in alive, and another batch of zombies were killed. Unfortunately, we've lost a novice wrestler in the process (and a few pet turtles, but I couldn't give less of a fuck), and quite a few of our capable soldiers are injured. This includes the captain of the guard, my wife, and somehow, Freya and Silus. Turns out even they are not completely invincible - the ogres had a few lucky shots before they hacked the creatures to a bloody mess. Even Meph has somehow managed to take a beating, I suppose that happened when she dragged an injured soldier back to the fort. Oh well, all in all, a pretty lucrative operation. At least now I have some decent company, here at the hospital.



Also, the outside looks pretty grim.



When we FINALLY get this undead problem sorted out, we're gonna have a nice supply of bones... Also, I'm a little worried about undead ogres. Maybe Mephs' stupid idea is not completely stupid?

6th Hematite, 103
-Sir!
-What is it, sport?
-Important news, Sir... it's dolomite. We've found a huge supply of dolomite while digging out the new bedrooms.
-So?
-Sir... dolomite is flux material.
-That's nice and all, but how much iron do we have again?
-Seven bars, Sir.
-See. Doesn't matter if we have a shit-ton of flux if we still don't have iron. Good news by the way, thank you. Dismissed.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 16th Hematite, 103
We're running out of barrels, and don't have any wood to make more. There are only a few dark strangler bodies and bodyparts out there, but most of our capable militia is in here with me, at the hospital. If only one of us was with them, I would be sure our boys could take on what's left of the bastards, but this way... it's risky.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 20th Hematite, 103

You know what? Fuck that guy.

(Noted, you'll get your new dwarf soonish. I have a few fairly important things to take care of before that.)

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Life Advice / Re: Need help for school.
« on: May 15, 2012, 06:34:01 am »
Paint dicks on as many faces as possible before this is discovered, and you are kicked out.

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From the Journals of 'Sir', 27th Granite, 103
So my wife threw a bit of a tantrum. No harm done really, nobody was hurt, and she calmed down swiftly. Regardless, it may be a sign of things to come... currently most of the guys are OK, only three of our total ninety show signs of depression, and even they can be saved still.
The zombie situation has changed a bit. Not better, just more entertaining. Most of the corpses outside came back to life, but now they found three ogres to harass instead of us. At least we have something funny to look at from the top of the walls.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 3rd Slate, 103
Migrants have been spotted. I've ordered the militia to be assembled on the surface. If we can gather our troops swiftly enough, there's a chance that our soldiers can cover the fuckers long enough to reach the safety of the fort. It's risky, but I can't just leave them there, at the mercy of the zombies.

10th Slate, 103
-Are you fucking serious?
-Sir, I assure you, as liaison from the mountainhomes, I am absolutely serious.
-My boys are fighting a bloody war up there!
-And you are down here, still stuck in a bed. So there's nothing else for you to do really.
-Have I told you to go fuck yourself already?
-You have. Now, would you look at these papers please?
-Fine. We need wood, steel and if possible, mithril. We can handle our food situation, thank you very much.
-What about constructs?
-What about them?
-Would you buy turrets or landmines?
-I don't really like the idea of placing mines around my fortress. It's a bit fishy in my books. But yeah, a few bullet turrets would be nice.
-And fire turrets?
-That may come in handy against all these undead, so yes. Sign me up for those, too. Will that be all?
-Not quite. I'll be back later.
-I hope you die horribly.

(Next up: Injuries! More zombie-slaying! Btw, guns are an option in the future, but as we still don't have steel...)

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Oh. That's ON, we just don't have the seeds.

590
(Short update this time)

From the Journals of 'Sir', 10th Granite, 103
I'm sure some of my veterans were enjoying themselves, but the undead problem was getting severe, so I've ordered the fort to be locked down. Until further notice, both bridges remain raised, and everybody is strictly forbidden to leave the safety of the walls.
We need to tend the wounded, gather our strength, train the surviving recruits to replace the perished soldiers... and somehow, I need to refill the squads. It's nice to have fucking beasts like Silus and Freya with us, but even they can't possibly keep this up forever. Especially if everyone else around them are dropping like flies.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 13th Granite, 103
Meph has completed his work.



If she did it a bit sooner, I could give Empfan the honor he deserved, as the first casualty of our war with the dark stranglers. My only regret is that Meph called this great work of art 'Fancycombines' of all things.

18th Granite, 103

-HOLY SHIT YOU CAN TALK!
-But of course.
-Then why the hell have you kept your mouth shut for almost three fucking years?!
-I've had a feeling that I didn't have your full attention.
-You are really fucking close to a punch in the face, you know that?
-That's the other reason why I've only approached you now. Since you are still confined to this bed, all I have to do is step back a bit.
-Cheeky bastard. What do you want?
-All in due time, Sir, all in due time...
-Fuck you.

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EDIT: oh, and for those who care: MY TO DO LIST

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Bless dwarves with NOT_LIVING, to avoid their corpses being reanimated.
Wouldn't that affect childbirth, lifespan and things like that?

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damn the fact that I died, At least try to cage me or something, whats a fighting fort without a few undead trophies and heroes?

Sorry, you're buried, coffin and all. I know, I know, boring.

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i meant did you select more plants. and also i ment that i wanted to see there thought screens, along with relation lists...

The booze industry is still mostly muck root and plump helmet-based, but the fort has some mead from the hives, and we also have a steadily growing sweet pod and cave wheat farm. Above-ground farming is an utter failure in this climate, and gathering is too dangerous. Until a trade caravan brings some other seeds, that's all we have. Food is better, as I've said: various eggs, plenty of honey, pond turtles, some fish, the occasional non-zombie wild animal... when everything else is settled, I'm going to set up some bread and sugar industry, but that's low on my priority list.
Sorry, thought screens and relations would take too much of my energy right now, writing a list like that was easier.

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Food and booze situation has stabilized since the traders gave us a little boost. I've dug out an absurdly huge underground farm, since then, booze was never below 200. I've connected two murky pools to the fort, the fort has 16 hives of bees, a nice frill lizard and chicken egg industry, so starvation is not an option anymore.

Notable dwarves (the names are for me to locate them if you claim one):
Our Great Hammerer: female, skilled hammerdwarf, adequate dodger, 10 kills (all of them dark stranglers)
The Broker: female, competent macedwarf, adequate fighter/dodger, proficient appraiser, 3 kills
Chief Medical Dwarf: male with the usual doctor stuff, NOT in the military of course
The Mayor: wife of the Great Commander. Skilled fighter/miner herself, 4 kills
Ducim Torishzuntil, Pikedwarf: male, skilled pikedwarf, competent fighter/engraver/leatherworker, adequate student, 4 kills
Abshoth Avuzumstiz, Pikedwarf: male, basically the same, with no civilian skills
Kikrost Toraludil, Axedwarf: male, skilled axedwarf and furnace operator, 10 kills - at the hospital with a broken left hand
Abshoth Lolummonom, Speardwarf: male, competent speardwarf and gem cutter, 11 kills
Hellishslapped, Axedwarf: female, founder, skilled axedwarf, competent fighter/dodger, somehow only 4 kills - she's damn good though
Tun Baniklegon: female legion dwarf, adequate shield/armor/fighter/dodger, proficient furnace operator, 9 kills - I gave Sirs' old iron zweihander to her. She's still dabbling, but being a legion dwarf, she's expected to learn fast

I have 6 free marksdwarves, a talented weaponsmith, a high master armorer, the usual batch of high-level miners, carpenters, masons, things like that. If anyone's thinking military though, I strongly suggest one of the above. I have others of course, but the ones I've listed above seem capable of staying the fuck alive. Others, not so much. Marksdwarves are nice and all, but not that good against zombies.
Also, if you have a request, I'll look around. I'm pretty sure there was a berserker dwarf somewhere, but without skills. Migrant wave is possible, but not likely, since I've set the population cap to 100, and there are 96 dwarves now, and 26 of them are children. I absolutely detest the little shits, eating and drinking, not doing any work for it.

Also, I know I've not been fully utilizing the add-on buildings. That still has to wait.

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(Big-ass update this time, because I probably won't have the time to update tomorrow.)

From the Journals of 'Sir', 15th Opal, 102
Silus lost one of her children in battle. She seems to handle this quite well. Good soldier.

By the way, I am slightly crippled. Damn unicorn bitches. The doc says I'm supposed to stay in bed, and I obeyed, if only to not undermine his authority. I don't think he'll do any sort of real healing, but I should be fine anyway. It's just a broken ankle. And a shattered jaw. And a fractured shin. The additional small chest wound is nothing, really.
Oh, and some good news! The small amount of mithril we found was enough for my sword of office (namely, a finely crafted zweihander), and an amazing new spear for Silus. We have a bit of iron too, but not much. I'm keeping it stacked for now - on the off chance that we find flux, it could be useful later.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 11th Obsidian, 102
Meph has dropped her tools, abandoned the secret project, and set to work in a masons' workshop. I should have her flogged for such insolence, but I know better: a craftdwarf as skilled as her should be left alone at a time like this - something either very good, or very-very bad is expected.


From the Journals of 'Sir', 18th Obsidian, 102
Fucking dark stranglers. Why did they have to show up now of all times? I'm still stuck in bed, I missed all the fun.
Turns out Silus was out, seeking her dead baby or something (damn, that's depressing), so the stranglers ganged up on her. I'm sure they thought of her as an easy target. Oh boy, they were in for a hell of a surprise.







She didn't suffer anything more than a few scratches and bruises, and oh by the way, she didn't have a weapon with her at the time, for shits an' giggles I suppose. So, she basically fought half the siege alone and unarmed. The others arrived to pull her ass out of the heat, but she was having none of it:



Then Freya joined the party, business as usual.



Our babies are still hardcore.



Empfan charged the stranglers himself... that was not a terribly good idea. In fact, it was terrible. He was torn apart.



The whole thing was a nice, bloody mess. All things considered, I would call this a successful military operation. The dark stranglers were scattered, most of them slaughtered, the remaining few routed. We suffered only two casualties: Empfan and a baby. I don't even know whose kid that was. Not one of Silus', that's for sure. Shame about Empfan. Darn shame.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 18th Obsidian, 102
The lad simply doesn't know when to quit.



Also, the stranglers (and parts of the stranglers) are coming back to life. Freya and the rest of my squad is cleaning the house.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 3rd Granite, 103
The dark stranglers keep getting back up again and again. We've lost a few recruits already, but Silus and Freya are having the time of their lives. Silus still refuses to go back to the fort for a weapon (she thinks it's good sport I guess), but what Freya's doing is absolutely, positively hilarious:



She's been at it for weeks now, and still doesn't have a scratch on her.

(There you have it. Silus had 21 pages of lone fighting, most of it dodging obviously, but plenty of bone-crashing blows, especially for an unarmed dwarf. I was certain she'd not survive this, then again, what do I know. Empfan, sorry about your dwarf (you are welcome to take another if you want), but military service is military service. At first, I thought it was terribly bad luck that the only dwarf who died in the siege was yours. Then, when the zombie stranglers rose up, they started tearing up other recruits as well, so I guess I should have equipped all the troops better.
Also, Meph, your moat of undead has to wait a bit. We kind of have a few dozen undead in front of the gates at this point, so any surface construction is postponed.)

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From the Journals of 'Sir', 24th Moonstone, 102
The traders have finally left today. A bunch of undead unicorns attacked them on their way out though, and their sorry excuse of escorts got torn to shreds. The pathetic little fuckers held the things off just long enough for me and my boys (OK, mostly girls) to catch up, and show them how it's done. Unfortunately for them, it was the last thing they ever saw.
The smelters came to me with other exciting news this morning: the arc furnace is up, and our first mithril bars are being smelted right goddamn now. I can't wait to see how this thing really performs.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 1st Opal, 102
One of the unicorns sprung back to life, killed a marksdwarf (Wypie's squad is getting smaller), and brutally injured a peasant. Fortunately, my trusted axedwarf Freya arrived just in time to save the lads' life.
He still looks pretty much hopeless for me, but maybe the doc can fix him somehow. Hell, since Empfan is up and running, I can believe anything. By the way, his secret project is passed down to the miners, it's their time to shine. After that, the masons can come in, and after that, Meph has an opportunity to prove remotely useful. Though he assures me that nothing can go wrong, I'm sceptical. The guy can't hold a weapon, and I don't have a habit of trusting civies.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 10th Opal, 102
The unicorn corpses keep getting back up. This is a problem, since they died at the main entrace. It's not safe enough to have them moved by mere haulers, so the fortress guard is ordered to stand watch. They complained about in after a few days and a few resurrections (and maybe a few dead recruits), so I've had my own squad with them since. I wonder how many times a dead unicorn can die.

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From the Journals of 'Sir', 19th Timber, 102
Finally! A trade caravan came in. We gave them plenty of surplus weapons and a shitload of pond turtles for seeds, a nice supply of leather and cloth, an insultingly huge amount of wood (they sold that dirt cheap), another anvil, plump helmets and muck roots, booze (finally!), and a nice welded mithril bar - that was expensive, but I'm sure it will come in handy. I've declined the offer of blood cheese, although it looked appetizing.
We have to restock on weapons a bit, but it was still a pretty freaking good deal.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 27th Timber, 102

How the hell did this happen? A kobold thief jumped out of nowhere, and Silus went ahead to stop it. Then the thing just plain fucking broke her arm. What the shit? The gal - literally - eats yetis for breakfast, now a kobold of all things gets her? She's in the hospital, and we all wish for her full recovery. Still, Silus is one of our best soldiers. The fort is considerably weaker without her. I seriously hope nothing comes at us while she's down.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 8th Moonstone, 102
Meph just gave me the monthly report. Finally, I see some numbers I actually like.



Fuck you, starvation. Also, it's no wonder things are a bit bumpy. We have a metric fuckton of children. Even more than I thought.

From the Journals of 'Sir', 14th Moonstone, 102

That's what I like to see.

21st Moonstone, 102

-Holy shit!
-Sir, reporting for duty, Sir!
-Empfan, what the fucking fuck? You are up?
-Yes, Sir. I've been working for a few days actually. By the way, Silus is back to active duty as well.
-What the... Why didn't you report to me immediately?
-Well, you DID put out the order for a fishery to be be constructed, so I did that first.
-A fishery of all things? Why the hell?
-well, Sir, fish are technically animals, and as you know...
-I know, fuck it, I know. Animal trainer. Well it's really due time to get some real animal training started. I'll have the miners dig out you place, you'll get a kennel or something. We don't have any war animals really, so you'll be training pond turtles for a while. Anything else?
-Sir, I've been bedridden for a long time, and I have an idea. If I could only consult with Meph about this... given the resources, it would be marvelous.
-What's this about?
-Well, it goes like this...

(OOC: There you have it. Empfan left the hospital after one a half years of intense nothing. Basically, he was given water and food, and little else. Even though we have cloth, splints and the like, the doctors decided that it was nothing serious, gave a shrug, and basically said "Eh, I'm sure he'll be fine." )

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I still use 1.7.2 for my community fort, and there's a weird thing: the dwarf diplomat doesn't say anything, and doesn't leave. No greetings from the mountainhomes, no trade request, no option to order things from him, nothing. The mayor has his own office, and he's in 'conduct meeting' mode ever since the first diplomat arrived. That was more than a year ago. Since then, another autumn caravan came in, and another diplomat came with them. This one stays with the mayor as well. The mayor is in the militia, so sometimes he goes off to kick some undead ass, and the diplomat tolerates this as well. Follows him into battle and all. Doesn't fight or anything, but he just hangs around, while dwarves are dying and limbs are flying all over the place. Doesn't 'leave unhappy' or anything. He seems kind of stuck with me, and now the new diplomat shows signs of doing the same: the new caravan already left, and he still didn't say anything.

This is a huge setback for me, since I can not order anything for trade - might be a vanilla issue, might have been fixed since 1.7.2, or it's very possible that it's not even a bug, only I did something wrong. Still, some reply would be much appreciated.

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I would give you our main powerhouse, an axedwarf. It frustrates me that she is still unclaimed. And there's the problem. On one hand, the dwarf is female. On the other, she has 20+ kills after less than two years. I also have a legion dwarf who is getting good with a greatsword, but that's also a female.
Is that okay, or should I look for another? There's plenty.

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24th Sandstone, 102
'So, lads! I'm glad to report that, thanks to the hard work of the brewers, the booze crisis is finally sol... what the flying fuck? You've got to be kidding me! Who are these shitheads? How many of you are there? FOURTEEN? Fourteen MORE fucking good-for-nothing civilian shitheads to feed? Get the fuck out of my sight, pricks!
So yeah, about the booze. We are pretty much still screwed. No pun intended.'

14th Timber, 102
-Sir, the two you requested are here, sir!
-Thank you lad. Bring in the dickhead mason first.
-Right away, Sir!



-And who would you be, maggot?
-Meph Rulerfortified, my lord.
-*cough* I'm your commander, and you will call me Sir! Understood?
-Yes, Sir!
-That's more like it. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but this report here says that you replaced a lever. Not just any lever, but the one belonging to the secondary bridge, which is mainly our first line of defense. And you did it without consulting any authorities, most of all, me.
-...Yes.
-What?! You confess? How dare you do a thing like that!
-Sir, if I may. That lever was poorly designed in the first place. Let me draw that for you. You see, if the main bridge is rectracted, the enemy flocks into this narrow corridor here, and stops, if the secondary bridge is also retracted. If we are lucky, our cage traps get some of them.
-That's correct. And when the military is assembled in the outer courtyard, somebody pulls the lever, and we face them at that chokepoint, easily holding off superior numbers. Theoretically, a few (let's say, three) hundred well-trained dwarves could hold off thousands of goblins. Silus' idea, if I remember correctly.
-I don't doubt that, Sir. But if you look closely, you'll see the problem: the lever is exactly next to said chokepoint. If a civilian pulls that lever, the aforementioned thousands of goblins descend upon the poor guy. That's why I moved the lever to the inner courtyard, Where it's safe.



-Hm. That's... that's actually not a bad idea. Hmpf... smartass, huh?
-Sir?
-I admit, maggot, this is not half bad thinking. But you still disrespected the chain of command, so some punishment is in order.
-Sir, have I... been called here for hammering?
-No, no, no. We don't even have a hammerer (though I keep reminding myself that we really SHOULD have one), so that's out of the question. No prison to lock you up either, but I think I have just the thing for you. From now on, we put that smartass brain of yours to good use. You are going to document everything from food production to metal industry, until someone more capable shows up. You are to be our bookkeeper.
-But I'm an architect and mechanic, and quite good at that... there's no need... surely there's another way...
-Don't worry, if you have any ideas, you can still come to me. But as a bookkeeper, you won't be out of sight, so there won't be any more surprises like this.
-Th-thank you Sir!
-That'll be all. And don't let this happen again. Hellishslapped, send the other shithead in!



-Sir, Wypie reporting for duty, Sir!
-At ease, soldier. If I remember correctly, you are the captain of the Magics of Paper, is that right?
-Sir, yes, Sir!
-Splendid. Now then, you are the perfect person to explain this thing to me. How is it that all of you are assigned to hunting duty, and you haven't brought in anything in months? Come to think of it, the only wild animals we eat are those that are considered dangherous, and put down by the melee squads. Furthermore, your men are not even training! What do you have to say for yourself, you sorry excuse for a captain?
-Sir, it's... equipment related.
-How so?
-Basically, we don't have any quivers. Every hunter goes out with a single bolt loaded into his crossbow. If the first shot isn't an instant kill (and it's not, because we don't have equipment to train), every one of us has go all the way back to the fort for ammunition. We're trying our best, but it's just not possible, Sir.
-Hm. This is serious. I have a few rolls of cloth, but we need that for the hospital. We butchered a donkey a while back, but a piece of shit leatherworker made some trousers out of it, although nobody asked him to do it. We don't have anything to hunt, and I won't butcher or only pair of breeding horses.
-...
-...
-Sir?
-Fuck it, I don't know. I'll let you know when I figure something out. Dismissed.

(Next up: Surprise!)

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So... that shadow man thing, with the badass baby and all that. Because I've lost some progress, that technically never happened.

Fun fact & cliffhanger: all claimed dwarves besides Meph (and this is an exception only because his dwarf is not in the military) are hospitalized. Nothing serious, no siege or anything, this just happens to be the case. Next update tomorrow.

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