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Hahaha. Good.
Yes your vote is in, got one more on PM. Maybe more.
But then I can't imagine the message having deleted itself. Perhaps I did accidentally click delete.

EDIT: Voting's closed.

result: 1 in favour, albeit in a different way and 1 against who will be distracted.

10 more are done for.

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[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: martinuzz ]

Very good, Dresdor.
I was thinking of dropping the statues from above to the demolition zone when the bridge is up, unforbid them for extra style bonus and... CRUNCH. Tantrum.
I'll dig a deep pit for you to fall in. Maybe add water later, but for now (8 dwarves), that's too large a project.

Bridge..crush..statue...
Urist McLegendarystatuecrafter has gone completely nutty!
Urist McNutty has destroyed a bridge!
Urist McNutty has died: collided with obstacle.

EDIT: it is actually still a bit more complex, since bridges cannot be built on top of statues. However...

[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: martinuzz ]

Thanks again for your contributions to the story. I really intend this to be a multi-author story and you're doing great. I'll try to implement as much of your wishes and designs as I reasonably can.

The booze-cooking thing, however, is not my style of play.
Even if I really had a food problem, I would look for other solutions.
RP-wise I think it makes no sense to cook food out of booze for the most part.
And mathematically speaking it makes no sense to brew 1 full stack of plants into 5 full stacks of booze into 2,5 stacks of meals, wheras you would need 5 stacks of plants to make the same amount of meals directly. But enough on this, I believe there is a thread in the suggestions forum discussing this already.

Hmmm.. I believe I have some silver somewhere...

'I am glad to see you are all here.' Orblock said. The dwarves had gathered around him, and were eagerly awaiting what he had to say. 'There is something very important I need to discuss, Arkaim.' he had said. 'Please do me a favour and tell everyone to gather at the barracks before dinner.'

'I have summoned you all today, for I must make a decision that I do not want to make alone.' Orblock paused for a moment.
'As you might have noticed, the human caravan was in such a hurry that we haven't been able to buy some needed supplies.
The good thing is, the dwarven Liaison is going to return here in Autumn. The King likes to be well informed of our endeavour. Surely he will bring us enough supplies to last the winter. Mind you. I say us.
'What do you mean?', Frodo asked.
'To be honest with you: I truly did not expect so many prisoners to arrive.'
'So?', Arkaim asked.
'I stand for a difficult decision. We do not have enough food to spill.
Even though they only eat our leftovers, we simply do not have enough to feed the prisoners and us as well.
Unless ofcourse, you could be satisfied with half rations the coming months.
Yami, startled: 'No way, sir! We need our rations. We have been working very hard, you know.'
'I know that would be especially hard on you, Yami.', Orblock joked. Yami had been eating well and was showing it. The other dwarves chuckled.
'But indeed, I would say, we need to keep well fed, for we have to be strong and watchful.'
Orblock paused again, waiting for his words to impact upon the dwarves' rumbling stomachs. He had intentionally gathered them before dinner, knowing their stomachs would speak before their minds.
'As you might understand from what I just said, we have a choice to make.
But, I would like it to be your choice as much as mine. So tell me: What should we do?'
The dwarves knew what Orblock had implied. He had played it very well. Instead of directly ordering them to execute more prisoners, it would be their choice to do so.
'Take your time to think about this, but not too long. I'll be awaiting your response.' With this, Orblock swung his pick over his shoulder and headed for the entrance to the base.

VOTING TIME: Shall I kill 10 more prisoners right now or not? (I actually do have enough food. It's just for the story's sake)
Sorry, Guards only, prisoners don't get a vote. Logically.
Voting closes in 12h. (sorry for those who miss out on this vote, I like to continue writing when I come home today). If there is no decisive vote, I will vote myself as well.

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'Excuse me!'
'SIR JUDGE!'
Orblock woke up, startled.
'What is it? The prioners escape? More undead?'
'That is very rude, sir. I am no undead. My name is Rafeb Busyfogs.'
'Who?' Orblock felt horrible. He had only been sleeping for a few hours, having talked with Aqizzar until deep in the night.

'Rafeb Busyfogs, Guild representative. Our ruler, Ulco Isshamubo, has been so kind to send you a trade wagon with our finest goods. And you have been so kind to sleep like a baby. So now they have wandered off again.'
'Nonsense! I have only been sleeping for a few hours.'

'Hmm. Well. Yes. I do admit that they were quite in a hurry. Had a load of rope reeds to pick up from a pointy-eared customer, I believe. There's good profit in those, these days, mind you. Your King not buying them and all. Those silly Elves and their silly 'durable' monoculture. If they would just look beyond their daft ecologists' chit chat they would surely see the wisdom in farming bloated tubers and muck roots. You see? No. Seeds. No seeds!
Now they're stuck with loads of worthless rope reeds that no-one will buy. Well, except for us ofcourse. At bottom prices. We, at the Guild, have always been able to turn a profit. No market for rope reeds? No problem, we'll just gift-wrap it and call it rope-reed-zuper. You should see the kiddo's flock to the toy-store. We'll create a market out of thin air for you. As long as you pay.'

The human paused for a moment to take a flask from his backpack, and took a big sip.
'Amazing. This really is great.'
'Might I...', Orblock began.
'High spirits, they call it. Really amazing!
We had the oddest encounter on our way here, you know. Two.. Elves, if you could call them that. They seemed a bit lost, poor fellows. Anyhow they had this here great drink. Truly magnificent. I wish I'd gotten a better bargain, though. Those 'Elves' had more cunning then my grandmother.'
'Might I...', Orblock tried again.
'Oh, yes ofcourse, the trade agreement! Just you tell me what you need and we'll name you the price.'
'Might I ask you step aside a bit first?', Orblock asked semi-polite. 'You are standing on my boots.'

[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: martinuzz ]

Nice!

Since I'm not going to use DC to give dwarves a 'hostile' flag (this would kill the whole fortress), the only way for a prison riot to occur would be if tantruming prisoners broke loose.

So I've thought up one more rule to help this fortress fail miserably, although hopefully that's going to take a while.

-Prison riot: IF more than 30%(INT) of the prison population is 'very unhappy' or worse, AND the total prison population is equal to or higher than the guard population, there will be a riot. Which means I will allow the convicts access to the inner fortress. (Not the outside world, it is no prison break)

By the way, thank you all for your contributions / comments. I really appreciate it.

Question: do I update too often? I see that I already have 20 pages (A4) of text, without pictures. I could imagine this scaring off new readers. I would really like to see more posters, requesting more immigrants. But I would also want them to sign up because they read the story. Am I still making sense?
On the other hand, I like writing this, that's why I post-a-lot.

It is my first time writing fiction, and I find DF to be very helpful. The story has just begun... All text before the first execution was only the Introduction.

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Orblock barged through the hallway, trying not to think of the event aboveground.
He was looking for Grimwold, and found him fashioning crafts at his workshop.
'I have a task for you.'
'Judge?'
'The King has ordered me to account for all the prisoners' possesions. You seem to have a liking for numbers. I would like you, therefore, to count every single sock that lies at the bottom of that pit after the executions. While you are at that, I would like to know also how our stocks are faring. From now on you shall be my personal bookkeeper. Because I understand that would take a considerable amount of your time, you are no longer required to haul heavy objects, nor to clean. Do we have a deal?'
Grimwold thought it over for a minute. He did like fooling around with numbers.
He had given many friends a headache with his mathematical riddles.
But he did like hauling around heavy things as well.
'But.. Judge? How am I supposed to get my daily workout then?'
'I will have Aqizzar design a exercise machine for you and have it placed in your office. I promise that.'
'Well then, thank you, I guess.'
Orblock left him at that.
He couldn't pause yet..

'Afer!'
Orblock had hoped that when he came outside, the execution would be over. It was. But then, the whole ground was covered in blood and bodyparts. Aqizzar was nowhere to be seen.
'What have we done?'. Orblock wondered. 'Why me. Why us?'
He proceeded carefully between the gore, not wanting to be touched by the remains of those.. Victims. Victims they were, but not he, Orblock, was their killer. Nor was Aqizzar, although she had pulled the lever. This thought kept him from throwing up at the spot.
'Afer!'
Orblock had reached the drawbridge, and called out again at Afer, who was out cutting wood.
'I want you to be in charge of maintaining the peace in the prison camp. You are hereby promoted to sherrif.'
'Why thank you, it is an honour', Afer replied.
'One of the most important aspects of keeping the peace here, Afer, is to keep those prisoners fed and watered before they die. You know how dangerous a hungry dwarf can be?'
'Yes I do.'
'What are you waiting for then? Go and feed them!'
'Er. With what? We are not going to waste good food om them, are we?'
Somehow Orblock felt that he had picked the right dwarf for the job.
'Give them our leftovers. Anything you would feed your groundhogs.'
'Hehe. Will do. One more thing, though. I suddenly feel like I really need a bedroom and a dining room. And an office, to keep files on prisoners. While you're at it, put in some furniture as well. I don't like empty rooms.' With this, Afer left for the prison camp to feed the convicts:
http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/movie-611-feedingtheprisoners

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