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Hello all, I'm making this post so I have somewhere to catalogue my story forts for future reference, comparisons, or to just be pointed and laughed at. I'll list things accordingly of course. Everything here is finished/abandoned/inactive until further notice.

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An imperial hive is an ancient and incomprehensibly vast city, built up layer upon layer, stretching ten miles into the planet’s atmosphere. To those who live in the depths the dark and ruinous Underhive offers every opportunity for wealth and power. Its collapsed caverns conceal the riches of the distant past: rare and precious metals, unfathomable archeotech devices, wondrous mutated fungi and much more. It is also a place of danger, where mutant creatures, renegades, cultists, and killers hide from the laws of House and Hive. And, of course, there are others who want the riches of the Underhive for themselves.

Outside the hives proper, the planet’s surface is covered by endless miles of toxic ash wastes and the atmosphere is so polluted that it corrodes the outer layers of the hive’s armored walls. Above is a harsh  pollution-laden and storm racked sky and the sun’s deadly light when the clouds are breached. Beyond the planet itself is the wider galaxy and the great realm of the Imperium of Man, an empire of a million worlds held in thrall by the Adeptus Terra on Earth. But such things are practically legends in the Underhive where open sky, space, planets, and even ground made of something other than compressed rubble, wreckage, and ash itself are concepts so wild that many refuse to believe they exist.

The central parts of Hive Primus, Hive City, is generally polluted and decaying but the Underhive is a hundred times worse. Its domed caverns are dark and ruinous, collapsed floors and fallen buildings have reduced many areas to nothing but wastezones of rubble and debris. Poisonous effluvia, toxic dust and the filth of the hive seep downwards and bury everything in a thick layer of detritus. Underhive has a geography all of its own. But amongst the tangle of ruins there are isolated pockets which can be
made habitable with a little effort.

In places the rubble conceals the remnants of previous occupation – machinery or artifacts which can be reclaimed or traded and scattered across Underhive are outcrops of naturally formed ores or ancient refuse which can yield rare and valuable minerals. Entire regions remain unexplored, and much of the hive is unreachable because of blocked and/or flooded tunnels. There are plenty of domes which are simply wastezones, neither habitable nor containing anything of obvious worth. Tunnels and bent and mangled shafts link the domed chambers together. The tunnel structures are weaker than the domes they serve, so they are often destroyed in by the ravages of time, weight, petty firefights between gangs and militias, or partially blocked even if the dome itself is intact. Sometimes though narrow crawlholes through the debris may allow a man to squeeze through, but narrow tunnels are dangerous and often lead nowhere or end in flooded sumps or sudden drops. The whole of the Underhive is a complex maze where it is only too easy to become disorientated and lost.

Ours are citizens of House Orlock. Known as the House of Iron because of its foundations deep in the worlds' ferrous slag pits. These are the hivers that mine those pits for the debris of times ancient and modern (for a certain definition of the term modern,) and extract enough pure metal from the refuse to serve their industries. Of course many of this house, like the others in the lower reaches of Hive Primus decide to make a new home for themselves, stake claims to the wealth to be had, or most often, both. But it is a treacherous path, one fraught with peril: Escaped pit gladiators, various mutants, wandering hosts of House Cawdor and many other things  pose serious dangers to these wealth-seeking and somewhat adventurous hivers from the outside. From within the various holes, settlements, and shanty towns is the ever present fear of heretics covertly turning the populous against the faithful, the only hints that a cult is present being those found dead with their throats slashed and their blood drained for their foul rituals.

Ours is but one tale of this dark, dank, and frankly depressing underworld, one few will ever be likely to know of save those who lived through it and their descendants, if they have any. Ours is the tale of Angel Abbey. It is a tale of glory and tragedy, madness and brilliance, death and horrors of all kinds. Let us begin our story.

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Hello! And once more I am your attention whore of a host in a wonderful funderful community game! Why a community game and not a succession? Well because I like to write, share the stories somewhere were others can provide meaningful input, and I like to maintain a degree of control over layouts, military action, and other such stuff as well as dislike having to enforce rules on other overseers. Spearbreakers taught me I have control issues with that sort of stuff.

Anyways, I've wanted to run something based on this mod and wanted to have a minimum of 2-3 games running, so when I don't wanna play one I can jump to the other(s.) To that end, Angel Abbey was born! While there were attempts to make a good game of the mod, one of which falgged and died due to my own jerkassery, I felt it time the mod spring up once more and under a semi-unified direction and with a version much friendlier to the common player. With that in mind, I haven't played in a while so there's stuff I likely don't remember. Like how to put guns together or making frenzon.

So I'll begin with a few things, mostly just certain rules and information for both myself and you guys.

• Unlike in many mods (including the original form of this one,) firearms in Necromunda can actually seriously mess up a human-sized target – we're talking blowing off limbs and popping out guts here - and don't feel like just crossbows with a different name and harder to make ammo. They will likely be our primary defensive measure. Keep that in mind if you wish to join the militia.
• We're humans, not dwarves, and likely barely educated outside the House field of expertise at that. Traps can be used sparingly but don't expect trap-halls or silk farms. We can read and write, do math, and operate machinery but designing deliberate engines of doom is a bit beyond most of us.
• Soil isn't diggable in this mod. This will make surviving and designing a bit more difficult.
• I am a very conservative player. I dislike loses and this will show in how I play but will accept them if they aren't migrant-haltingly serious. That being said I avoided embarking in an evil biome. The dust storms that may pop up are bad enough, I don't need an instant death cloud causing a total party kill a week in.
• ::<DATA EXPUNGED>::Thought I remembered to give hivers access to anvils, didn't. Moods are now disabled. Feel free to laugh at me for that.
• I will be setting Nicknames to [REPLACE_ALL] and will be making an effort to track family history and names. If you want a hiver, make sure you provide a full name. They can be whatever you want so long as it's a reasonable length: Normal like Dave Brown, more exotic, downright odd sounding or even sue-ish like Aerie Darkmoon are all fair game. It's a huge hive and there's plenty to go to for names! Unclaimed hivers/families will be assigned a random name.
• Off-worlders welcome. Never know who'll end up down here.
• No immortal hivers. That is the realm of things man is barely meant to know. If you get whacked, you get whacked. You're welcome to lay claim to someone else though!

Now, without further delay here's some basic stuff.


This was the best I could manage for what I was after.


We're starting with the balanced rifle industry start, but I traded two busted rifles for a grox, dogs, and some extra seeds.


Last but certainly not the least, Audience Participation is welcomed, encouraged, and greatly appreciated! As said in Carryscar, it's you guys who make doing this fun for me and seeing my audience get involved even if its simple journals or letters honestly fills me with great joy because it tells me you guys like it enough to do so and I need to press on!

First thing's first for this: We need founders! Hold off on posting until I can get the administrative posts ready. Oh, and that top pic goes to whoever made it!

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Saints and those who revere them.

-The following is an excerpt taken from the journal of one Splint Unitefences, a Caravan Guard.-

25th Timber, 225

Heading out today, as per the norm when visiting Dyansauri settlements. No more than a month peddling what we have, except the coal we're shipping out to the human capital. The lizards were willing to pay triple for the coal, but Boss Zacen says that's not our call. The humans' monarch already paid in advance for the shipment.

5th Moonstone, 225

Stopped in at another lizard town to get some supplies. Can barely understand them, but they keep their turf clear of bandits for the most part. Gonna be setting out tomorrow morning.

24th Obsidian, 225

Fucking violet xelics. The fucking things show no respect to their kin, much less us... They jumped us on the way out of Dyansauri territory.

There were so many... They jumped us while we were with a few of the silver xelics, took out the lead xelic and one of the assistant caravan masters almost right away and it went pear-shaped from there... Someone let the cave crabs we were taking to Salvisila to some wealthy buyer there loose, three wagons got toppled during the initial onrush of purplish colored warbugs, Logem took two before a third got him from behind, Tholtig took out six before going down to wounds... Then there was that big bastard. Vutok, Riis, Kulum, and Urist, killed all of them... Crushed a beetle and a crab too along with a xelic that took a swipe at him with a dagger.

Our caravan was 42 strong, not counting a few of the kids some of the merchants brought along, trying to get them to learn the family trade and such. Dunno what happened to them, but now there's seven of us total, at least that got out with this wagon, counting myself. Thor, Firecrazy, and I are the only guards that got away. Didn't kill any, but we hurt a few. And Thor didn't so much get away as get dragged out of the fight by one of the crabs. They weren't kidding about them being protective of us. Dropped his warhammer though so all he has is his work hammer to fight with now. No matter.

There's a cave up ahead that Zacen wants to use for shelter; there's storm clouds ahead and frankly I'm inclined to agree to a little shelter.

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Welcome dear travelers of the Bay12 boards, to Ozkakurrith, Carryscar, a Civilization Forge community fortress. We are the survivors of the Autumn Axe caravan company, lost between friendly lands in the shadow of a cave in a somewhat hot savanna/woodland. I will do my utmost to create a good tale for you all to enjoy, and I would love it if you guys would help me, because it's you fine folks who help make this stuff fun! Or, y'know, !!FUN!!, whichever, since I'll regularly post polls that you guys will use to dictate what we do next, which could easily result in deaths or injuries!

Now, as you may have noticed I, being the genius I am, forgot to grab a pic of the embark location. We're somewhere between either two Dyansauri settlements or a Dyansauri and some other race's town. I did however, remember to get a shot of our embark gear.


We have chalk on site, and our cave is made of the stuff. We have a brook, a moderate amount of wood, and a will to survive. And survive we shall.

Sorry about the wonky/substandard into, I'll touch it up later.

Construction/Mining Projects Goal Post

    Hello. Most who come here I suspect will be from the Spearbreakers main thread. I'll give a breif rundown of what this mess is. The main thread can be found here. As I'm no novelist, expect chapters to be short.

The following is a continuation of a non-canon version of Spearbreakers during The Master's turn. The incident involved a dwarven liaison left over from the year before accidentally being targeted during a goblin ambush which sparked a loyalty cascade that killed all but 15 dwarves (from well over a hundred.) With All the other leaders dead and still rotting in the halls, the fortress' only remaining officer and founder is Colonel Fischer Strifulrope. She has served as Commander and Champion since the fortress was born, and now assumes the mantle of leadership to save her home from utter destruction. She knows that now is not the time to discriminate, and will use any means to ensure survival of not only the fortress, but all who come to seek asylum in the fortress, be they dwarf, human, goblin, elf, or any other creature.

Spearbreakers yet lives, but wethere or not time will decide to finsh the fortreess off is another matter entirely.

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If you'd like an avatar as they become available, please specify a name seperate from what your dwarfs name was in the main thread. This OP may be updated with more information upon request.

I have the wagons and marksmen, ammo depleted, who refuse to leave my glacial fortress. Because of them I haven't recieved any new soldiers or workers. now, i don't want to attack them because I wantthey shit they bought off my map and don't want my soliders attacking humans if a siege hits while they're trading. I tried scaring them out with a kobold geting set loose but the wagon pullers just oneshotted it with a kick to the face. I tried firing a ballista at them (a waste of wood I may add.) They just won't fucking leave.

How long do I have to wait before they go insane? Because no human caravans will come either because they won't leave. Or should I just bite the bullet and kill them/use tweak makeown to force them into my settlement's unrecorded population?

Welcome. As DF spawned this story, I melded the dwarves of DF with my own setting, calling them the Talon-Sel. In thier language within the setting, this simply translates to Mountain Man. Fitting, as they live almost exclusivly in the Talosian mountains, a great range that splits the southern and northern hemispheres of Yukaris, a war ravaged world.

I recalled the name Kippling somewhere and used it for the name of a warrior priest of the Sagon-Hai, a techno-theocracy. Preists and Preistesses are the military's higher officers, equivalent to a Captain or above inmost real world militaries. Kippling heads the 384th Infantry Birgade (I know I'm off but for them a birgade is 1000 soldiers) to reinforce the 451st Infantry Birgade under Priestess Sena, Who were trapped in the only Sagon-Hai foothold in dwarven territory, a fortress called Hydrakania. Kippling's force is being sent due to reports that the 451st is suffering terrible attrition and needs aid.

If you guys would like to start a game based on this, I'll be happy to oblige. This thread will serve as the planning stage in the event of that.

Kippling's arrival and unseen death are recorded in a few journal entries he sporadically kept over the cours of 4 and half years. The entries are undated, as the setting tracks time by global catastrophic events and he felt another was approaching, leaving the date aside because of this.

I give to you his journal.

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 "I can finally see the peaks of the mountain ahead but the journey has been harder than I ever imagined. This place is... bleak. The stench of sulphur fills the air and the treeless landscape is battered by harsh winds. I have the terrible feeling I am being watched, so I have prayed for the Seren's divine protection. As soon as I have composed myself I will set off for the final stretch of the trek. When I arrive I must find the strength to bring the light of the Seren here. I hope I have not arrived too late." 

- Brother Kippling, Warrior-Priest of the 348th Infantry Birgade near  the Hydrakania fortress, Talon-Sel territory.

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"An old abandoned fortress the 451st Had claimed prior to our arrival truly is the only light in this wasteland. Fearsome mountain beasts, Humidai tribes, and even the undead stalk the valleys outside, and regular tunnel assaults by the Talon-Sel did not help. But I must be strong. The 451st had been cut off from Sagos for many decades, and have long been away from the teachings of Seren so I must show them back to the light."
 Last week some of our scouts found a truly legendary piece looking peice of.... craftsdwarfship I guess, a crown worth quite pretty sennec back home. However I am unnerved by it. Upon it is an image of a wave that has appeared in my dreams, along with my own death."

- Brother Kippling, Warrior Priest, 384th Infantry Birgade.

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Seren preserve us, we have been attacked once again. Sgt. Daleon, our sniper, was taken by suprise by Talon-Sel intruders. He fell through an assault tunnle in the mess hall and received a sword to the heart before having his legs choped off. How he survived this at all, I know not but he was found to have bled to death alone in the opening. It was a terrible thing to see when we had faught off the resultant attack. In the rush to retrieve his body before it could be defiled almost his entire platoon ran to get him before  more raiders arrived. Three others were injured greviously and I do not expect them to survive the next season. Sgt. Arven Sertior took an axe to his midsection, a Pvt. Alius Holvom  of the 451st had an arm and leg mangled, and a trooper who went only by the name 'Skaw' (he refused to tell me his name and rank) received a chest wound courtesy of a large steel dagger. When the rest of the birgade had arrived, Sgt. Arious and Pvt. Garnew were frenzied like true holy warriors. They ripped apart the invaders, splitting them into chunks and burnt flesh with sword and holy plasma fire. The carnage they created was unlike any other I have been forced to see, chunks of Talon-Sel strewn about the hall, floating in vast pools of blood soaked equipment. A long track of blood and vomit created a slippery path between the doors and the battlefield before the  charred and mangled corpses left most of the troopers sickened. Even now bits of dwarf and general wreckage from the attack are being dumped down into the opening of a breached magma pipe in the northeast wing of our charge on a sheet of half digested rations and gore.

- Brother Kippling, 384th Infantry Birgade

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"A cloud of depression overshadows both birgades. The three injured Troopers are slowly dying of wounds that refuse to heal, despite our medical officers' best efforts. I hope their suffering ends soon.several of the 451st's power cells mysteriously combusted, including an emplaced weapon and several rifles, killing or otherwise harming 34 troopers. The arrival of a supply caravan lifted the spirits of a few, and we even found another legendary artefact said to be worth 600,000 Sennecs, but the daily struggle for survival in this hell hole has taken its toll on morale. Being told we're to remain here sunk our hearts further. My own mind keeps wandering back to the image of a wave carved on that damnable crown. My sleep has been disturbed by the sounds of digging behind the walls. I'm not aware of any new storage space or a chapel being created, so I think I'm going to investigate. I could have sworn I had all the of the drills locked up...

- Brother Kippling, 384th Infantry Birgade

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It seems my guiding light has been correct, though far too late. The Dwarven scum had been digging out an aquaduct in hopes of drowning, or more likely, simply washing us out of thier old fortress. Whilst most of us slept, they had succeeded in finishing thier damned construct and, while we managed to barricade the way to that section of the barracks, they had drowned several troopers and one of our medics in the flash flood. Soon after, Skaw died from his injuries, and I fear that the other two may soon follow suit. But they shall meet Seren in the next world. We are now short nearly 150 troopers not counting the medic and the two slowly dying troopers, as well as thier gear. 147 rifles, 132 swords, well over two hundred power cells and one squad long range vox along with nearly 80 pounds of medical supplies that we had stored in the Medical Officer's room until we had managed to build more storage space for them. In light of the incident in the mess hall and this aquatic assault, I have ordered seismic detectors and motion mines be placed in the most strategically sensitive places, along with additional camera spikes and detectors in our makeshift chapel. I intend to honor my fallen warriors in a manner befitting them as best I can, given my resources available.

- Brother Kippling, 384th Infantry Birgade

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Several of Presitess Sena's Troopers have taken to carving trinkets and amulets in our seemingly endless spare time. Many of them are rather.... Unsetteling. These troopers have truly fallen far from the path and I fear that Sena must have severely neglected the 451st's spiritual needs, though based upon the generally unpleasent atmosphere and the already below strength Birgade, they may possibly be suffering from simple trauma-induced madness. Not dangerous per se, but a problem for the morale of my own Birgade all the same. I believe a sermon and rousing speech may be needed to correct this. I have also interred our fallen troopers in the earth, as we managed to finally drain the flooded barracks enough to be able to recover thier bodies, if nothing else, with simple stone blocks engraved with thier name and a simple eulogy as grave markers. They deserved to die on the field of battle with thier heads held high in rightous fury for Sagos and Seren, not drowned in thier quarters while they slept.... I have managed to organize a respectable schedual now for the 384th, after months of endless attacks upon the fortress. And for some reason one of Sena's officers dropped off an amulet. It depticted a man, wreathed in flame. He sported armor of dark making and seemed to have a horde of featureless beasts behind him. What this means I know not, but it has begun to haunt my dreams, with this man always bringing death to those who have been tasked with holding this miserable patch of dirt and stone.

- Brother Kippling, 384th Infantry Birgade

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Another ambush, this time from above! How these damned Talon-Sel tunneled around our detectors I shall never know, but the resultant mess has left  much of us broken or dead. Numerous holes exploded from the caverous fortress cielings, with seemingly endles dwarven agressors rappeling down from above. 30 Troopers were lost in the first few minutes of confusion, and several others died when a stray plasma bolt ruptured an emplaced cannon's power cell, engulfing the area in a blue ball of searing light, though several Talon-Sel were engulfed by the blast as well. Those of us who managed to arm ourselves barely defeated them, though we did kill them to the last. We now stand at 529 Troopers, combined with the survivors of the 451st, whom had sections of thier barracks collapsed on them while they ran for thier arms. So many in the 4 years I have been stationed here.... from nearly 1000 men and women, to less than 375, with the numbers only shored up to the 500's by the ragged remnants of the earlier garrison. We know now we have been doomed, but we are fearless of heart, and sharp of mind. If we are to die, we shall die with honor. We know now why the 451st were originally trapped, but we've made our choice. No retreat, no surrender.

- Final entry of Brother Kippling, 384th Infantry birgade.










This journal was found on the body of a messanger being sent for reinforcements, found 37 miles from the fortress, the messanger having been found felled by a throwing axe to the spine and a spear or sword induced head injury.

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Pardon the typos, and thank you for humoring me.

Rules are here, such as they are.
 To do list.

The following is based upon the exploits of a number of hivers on the hiveworld of Necromunda. I am running DF2010 with a total conversion mod that represents such. It is available here:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=100255.0 should you wish to play it/update it yourself for the latest version.

I'll be doing things via the typical journal format, or occasionally standard story format. I hope to create a decent tale for you all to read while I play this mod. If 4 viewers request this be made a succession game, then it will become such.

Currently there are 6 other hivers available, who's names will be changed if people request to be made a direct part of the story. As I have already played a way in, this will largely be picturless. I'm also sorry to say I'm a lazy little turd in regards to that anyway. The only hacking tools I am employing are reveal to be able to plan my bunkers and living spaces, and grow via dfhack so I have a ready supply of trees.

And so, it begins.

-This is a ferroplas-silica dataslate. All craftsmanship is of dubious quality. it is bordered with slightly corroded ferroplas and posseses a damaged mallium stylus. It's screen-edges are caked in dirt and grime and a small crack is visble near the top. The borders show signs of heavy use and the casing shows signs of heavy wear with many dings and evidence of worn away paint.
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Audiolog of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.

We've come across a good position we can defend after maybe 6 weeks of traveling? We're all worried about outlaw gangers, scavvies, and crap like that, but I'm sure the Emperor will protect us out here. Our hunter Turris said he'd like to try and tackle a few of the local wolf spiders, but I forbade him to even consider such a risk; he's our only skilled soldier out of the lot of us, and we need his skill to defend the settelment and train new recruits. It doesn't help that at present we have niether the tools or means to produce more munitions for our only respectable weapon, a cheap carbide autogun. Not as nice as Guard issue Lasguns, but better than nothing at all.

We've also setteled on a name, Manialaboro, Crazedlabors. Figured it fitting, as everyone back home called us insane for setting out of the main hive habs. And our supporters are equally insane for planning to come later, apparently.

I spotted an outcropping of compressed rockcrete and underhive rouble that will make good pillboxes, so I've ordered Convallis to dig out a bunch of that useless compressed rubble. She's a sweet thing, a bit on the slow side and clumsy in speaking, but still. She's also the only one of us who knows how to work that stupid rockdrill without making the batterypack explode. My brother-in-law came with us, but killed himself when he overclocked the pack on our spare rockdrill when he was trying to figure out how to work it causing the damn thing to explode weeks ago. Reduced our number from eight to seven, and there wasn't even enough of him left to bury in a coffee cup... Also took our one radio with him, so we'll have to rely on the guilders we told we'd be out here to bring news to and from.

Ah well. I've got some diseased trees to fell. I'll report back in on any ocurrances log. Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 2 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.


Excavation is going well, all things considered. I had a few of the others make some mechanisms, proper blocks, anchairs and tables from some excess rockcrete from the under-construction rockcrete pillbox. Then we set about smothing out the walls leding to it, since we had little else to do with our time as the few saplings growing by our mercilessly lifeless river have yet to regrow and we've nowhere to put any plants we gather. And I figured it needed a proper fortification...y... look to it. Also had a Depot tossed together from some of the rockcrete blocks.

Since we ran out of food and haven't the bags to process our gathered bloodfungi and cave spore flessh to, I decided I'd handle butchering our spare grox bull. As much as I hate to say it, I may need to send Turris out to kill a spider or two so we'll have enough food to eat.

I'm getting sick of this damned rain. Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 3 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.

Damned spiders will be the death of us! I dunno if our grox cow will live, and as we haven't had the opprotunity to make a nest for her I fear we'll have none come next.... whatever passes for spring on this miserable rock. I have dispatched Turris to deal with it. Hopefully a few mallium slugs and a thorough Carbide stock beating will teach those Emperor-damned things not to mess with hivers.

The grox bull we still have didn't take kindly to that spider attacking its mate, and one of our two fungilists is topside being hounded by that thing. As the other is inside and I paid little mind to who was doing what while I chopped up the spare bull I can't tell who it is running around screaming topside. No matter, as from what I heard unless they sink their fangs into your skull you needen't worry about much beyond a broken bone at the absolute worst. I pray that's correct.

Excavation is progressing well, at least. We've moved the organs and meat in for food and fertilizer, not that we can make any until we get the water purifier up and running. I'm going to see if I can get a view of the fight topside, Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 4 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, date unknown.

The overall crisis has passed, and no-one aside from the grox cow was harmed, aside from some light brusing on Mencrium. Although quite honestly I fully expect him to develop a mild form of what Turris calls PTSD.  -SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -eaking of which, he's driven off several, probably more with the noise his autogun was making. Now he set his sights on another spider and some roaming scavvy dogs.  -SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -eeded in doing since I last checked was fire haphazardly in thier direction. Said he's just trying to "scare the miserable little dribbleing...." Well I won't  -SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- -ast part but you get the idea.

The room for the Water purifier, cultivatorium, distillery, and butchery/tanning works is nearing completion, though it may need to be expanded to accomodate all the shops.

That constant shooting is starting to get on my nerves..... -SOUND DETECTED: SOURCE: AUTOWEAPON- Alright, that's it. I'm gonna have to make him stop it with the random shooting He's only wasting ammo now. Splint out.

TURRIS! IF YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY HITTING THE STUPID MUTTS KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE POTSHOTS OR I SWEAR TO THE EMPEROR I'LL-

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 5 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, July 6, 956M40 [AKA 26th Malachite]

A few single folks and a small family arrived. Brought thier runt and everything. Hope he makes it to adulthood. I also found the time/date function on this stupid dataslate, and appearently it's July 6th.
The guilders will be here in a few months I guess. Seems we got:
another fungilist, a presser, a cratsman, that kid and a wood burner. Oh and a couple pups.

Turris also managed to down one of those scavvy mutts and scared off both the rest of its packmates and a small pack of wolfspiders. I told him next time to actually aim or I'd take his autogun and shove it firmly up his ass. Also set to making the the water purifier. After the room it's in is done, I'll be ordering a small... Well, mockery of a manufactorum across from it to provide a few trinkets to sell off and some storage for our food and drink.

I've got to set about situating the newcomers. Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 6 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, September 9th, 956M40

Some stupid wild grox came lumbering down from the mountain above us. Scared the ever
loving shit out of the new guys, but our own grox "herd" and Turris would have none of it.
He expended the rest of his ammo and beat the thing to death with the aid of the grox herd.
Made a small mess of it too; Got blood everywhere. I was going to lend a hand but he
bludgeoned it to death quite roundly; So we now have another month or two worth of meals and
some more hide.
Got a few pots and bottels made, and that new girl I assigned to make some good from the
bones hasn't seen to it. Needless to say, I'm a touch annoyed. Guess I'll need to have
someone make some rockcrete junk so we can eat next year, and get a few stubguns and ammo
so we can defend ourselves.

Welp, I'm off to chop up that dead wild grox. Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 7 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, October 5th, 956M40

Some more new blood arrived. Consisted of the following:
a couple jack-of-all-trades craftsmen, a.... A jewler? Didn't think any were still around
back home. They usually fuck off to join tech gangs, and... A drillworker! Good. Convallis
won't have to work all on her lonesome anymore. Should speed things up dramatically, and
that lazy prat I had assigned to bone work has finally seen fit to deal with it.

I have also ordered an exploratory tunnel dug. I'm hoping we'll hit some compressed
rockcrete or even plascrete in this mess of underhive rubble.
Welp, back to chopping this damned thing up. I only paused to read the report Turris gave
me of the the fresh faces. Overall our number is now 16. I got Turris alone in our main
force; A team of autogunners will be the backbone of the settlement defense, with a
currently unmanned stubgun team and myself leading a team of miscellanous melee fighters to
run interception.

I'm starting to ramble, so Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 8 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, November 18th, 956M40

So the guilders arrived. With an insulting number of things for trade. As we lacked
additional rockcrete and bone itmes would have been inefficent, I told the guilders to
stuff it. They had brought only two men for trotection, both armed with simple swords, so I
had Turris "persuade" them at gunpoint to leave without thier goods I told them we needed
them more than they did, and they obliged. I feel bad for this betrayl, but they did agree
we needed the supplies more, and that the threat on thier lives was unneeded. They said
they'd return next year, and that thier returning emptyhanded may delay raids, which is
good. The last thing we need is an attack we're pitifully prepared for.
They said I had better make the supplies last, or they'd have to beat me for being wasteful
when they showed up next year. [OoC: I ripped the depot out from under them. I needed the material for bags and I was running low on food.]
I also met with the guild liason. I doubt we'll ever have any of what they'd like next
year. And they had the nerve of asking for preserved [prepared] meals. Regardless, I
humored him and said we might be able to oblige.

I must go to haul the supplies to various piles as it stands. Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

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Audiolog 9 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, February 3rd, 956M40

Been nearly a whole three months since I spilled my guts to you log. Pinna went and got
herself killed searching for yound pond slimes in the ponds above the settlement. She'd
been missing a couple days so I sent Turris to find her. Found her up by the ponds that I
honestly didn't even know about. Turris said she'd had a hole bit through her head, and the
spiders that did it must've just felt threatened by her being there cause they left the
corpse be.

When we have the numbers and weapons, I plan to make a point of killing those wretched
things when they rear thier ugly heads. We've enough ammo that I can have Turris activly
gun them down if he needs to, and I was informed the kid is nearing the coming of age, so
he'll soon have his first recruit and they can start proper training.
I'm.... I'm sorry log. I have to sign off and see to Pinna's burial arrangments. She
deserved better than this...

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

Audiolog 10 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, February 28th, 957M40

A fitting end to the month, some Scavvy mutant tried to slip in to snatch the runt. a pup
and a couple hivers spotted him and promptly bludgeoned him to death with thier bare hands.
I think I'm starting to like this lot. Welp, gotta see what he left us and who did the deed. Splint Out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-
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Audiolog 11 of Lacinia 'Splint' Harenaventus, Expedition leader into the southern ash wastes, April 4th, 957M40

Seems a few crazy or lost souls have found thier way here. I converted my former recording
place and office into Pinna's burial chamber. Once her remains are intured and belongings
gathered I plan to seal it off forever more.

Of the new hivers, we've got:
A glassmaker and his pet dog, a stray grox bull hatchling, a fish cleaner, a presser with
some limited medical skill, a person skilled in making cheese form that soupy grox milk,
but he also has skill in forging armor. An insect hive keeper, thier leader who is a simple
hiver, a former scribe's apprentice, several adopted pups, a craftsman, miller, asurgeon
with some rudimentary fighting skills, another cheesemaker, a pair of hatchlings, a person
with great skill in farming, by the emperor, TUrris did a terrible job with this
organization... lesse 'ere, an architect, leatherworker, carpenter who prought a plassteel
axe, oh! A stray grox bull! A rookie spear user, a man skilled in smoothing out rubble and
rockcrete.... Jesus this list is long.

Oooh, a skilled armorer with skill in the fine art of chopping raiders and freaks to
ribbons with a sword! Also a gunsmith, ex-enforcer [maceman] and... Hell yes! A man who
brought both his stubgun and the skill to use it! And thus our stubgun fireteam has its
sergeant!

And in all Turris reports a population spike of 20! With this plethora of recruits I intend to expand the
settlement's militia when we've the weapons for them all. In the meantime I guess I can
have someone toss together some gear for training areas in the pillboxes.
I've also set up two more bunkers and intend to get an airlock made so we may lure enemies
into the areas in from of them and mow them down in a hail of auto-and-stubgun fire. I'll
lead the "cleanup" team after all the shooting stops.

Welp, back to the grind log, Splint out.

-AUDIOLOG TERMINATED-

Splint walked into the meeting hall, a dour look on his face. This was a job for less
sympathetic people than he. He slammed the door to the room to garner everyone's attention,
and waited. "What's with the long face boss?" Furnax, one of the two new arrivals asked
while he tried to wake Turris the settlement militia commander, to no avail. "As we've
found sources for malium, ferroplas, carbide, and plassteel, I need to call some of you lot
up to defend this little pit in the ground." He brought up his dataslate, which few ever
saw him without and began calling names.

"Munio Conlegiumspeculum?" Splint called out. Munio just sighed and stood up.
"Here, sir." he said half-heartedly. "Right. Cleanup crew. I'll see about getting you a
spear as soon as, alright?" Munio nodded. "Aye sir."

"Sigillum Euqesmarco?" Splint went on, reading the name from his dataslate.
"Yo." Came the gruff response. "Turrise said you were a former enforcer right?" Splint
asked, unsure of why anyone would give up such a job. "Yup. Got tired of crackin' heads for
a livin back in the habs. But if you need an extra set of hands I'll be happy to oblige."
"Good. You're on cleanup with me." Splint said.

"Chalbys Cristaaurum?" "Over here sir." waved a girl in the middle of the cluster of
hivers. She had a bit of a rasp in her voice. "Uh huh. Turris informs me you brought a
stubgun. And I have to ask, do you smoke?" Chalbys raised a worn out but functioning rifle
"Indeed I did bring a gun. Had it since I was little. And yes I smoke." SPlint let out a
little chuckle. "Well I guess you're shit out of luck then. We haven't got any smokeables
here, and if you even try to smoke any of our plants I'll have you beat with your own
stubgun." Splint said before going on.

"Pagina Atramentumporto?" Splint asked the crowed.
"Here!" Came the quick response. 'Great. Another smoker who'll have issues with withdrawl.'
Splint thought at her scratchy voice. "You smoke?" He asked quite bluntly. "Nope. I know, I
sound it don't I." She said quickly. "Good. You'll be serving under Turris." "Whi-" "The
fool sleeping on the table. Moving on."

"Pingo... Novaculovo? What the hell kind of name is that?" Splint blurted out. "Mine, sir.
What suicide detail am I in?" The carpenter asked, with a snarky tone in his voice.
"Autogun. You'll be under the layabout in the chair."

"Clostrum Contigerraptor?" Splint looked around and saw no-one until someone entered from
the door behind him. "Right here." He said, as if nothing odd was happening. "Ah yes, spear
boy right?" "Mhmm. Where's my gear, cause I know where this is going." Splint was taken
aback by this."Er, we haven't made it yet But I'm assigning everyone Turris cataloged with
fighting skills we need. Anyway, anyone else.... Nope! ALright then everyone, I'll leave
you to it till we get the equipment thing sorted."

"Oh, just so you know, a feral grox tried to pick a fight with that little herd of yours. Ended badly for the feral one." Clostrum said as he took a seat. "Err.... What?" Was all Splint could manage.

I sent a pair of miners to do exploration digging in the caverns, and in thier strolling over a few bends, they reported finding a passage.

As it stands my professional army is growing painfully slowly, as I wanna do this without danger rooms.
And due to not having enough to do, the fortress is pretty tight knit, so sending someone down is a touch risky.

So I was wondering, should I A. Send my meager army, or B. send the miners to check it out, since they're right there.

And what does a  passage below ground mean? esspecially since there already, you know underground.