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Re: The Story of Atolasob
« Reply #30 on: June 30, 2016, 09:39:01 am »

Who said anything about dragons!?  *Suspicious glare*

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Because I already did that joke in Breadbowl. http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.0 - look at the main index to see what happened *last* time I messed with a dragon.

If you actually caught a dragon, PM me the save. You can DFHack out the enemy tags which cause dragons to remain hostile to your civ even after capturing and taming. Making dragon breeding actually VIABLE.
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« Reply #31 on: June 30, 2016, 10:00:50 am »

Because I already did that joke in Breadbowl. http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152568.0 - look at the main index to see what happened *last* time I messed with a dragon.

I've been following that thread...that was you?  *Goes to re-read relevant post.*

If you actually caught a dragon, PM me the save. You can DFHack out the enemy tags which cause dragons to remain hostile to your civ even after capturing and taming. Making dragon breeding actually VIABLE.

I've never managed to successfully capture a dragon (then again only one has ever arrived, I haven't even seen a cave dragon).  I've had better luck with hydras and such.  If you can actually breed dragons, finding a way to lure a couple to a fort and cage them just became much more interesting necessary.  Except, I like tree embarks (FPS death be damned).  That fancy multi-year, multi-level, multi-purpose defense plan just got much more important (in my mind, not in the story), I may have to play around with tweaking it.

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« Reply #32 on: June 30, 2016, 10:14:47 am »

It's fairly tricky to get a dragon breeding program. Discounting the historical figures bug, dragons are megabeasts, not wildlife (unlike cave dragons) so they have to be created by worldgen and you have to both be in range, and able to capture a breeding pair. Assuming you do that, they should generate children in this version now without additional raw editing though it still takes 1000 years for them to get to full size.

Hydras would also be a viable breeding project. DOn't know of anyone who's done THAT.
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« Reply #33 on: June 30, 2016, 10:23:59 am »

Hydras would also be a viable breeding project. DOn't know of anyone who's done THAT.

I tried once.  I failed miserably had much !!FUN!!.  In part, because of a particularly nasty bug at the time, one of the hydras I was trying to capture died to an unarmed goblin that happened to hit the correct head on the first punch.  Still >:( about that.  But at least that bug was fixed a while ago, so I may try again.

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« Reply #34 on: June 30, 2016, 10:44:19 am »

You probably know, but vjek has a world with female and male dragon lair on embark, if that interests you.

They're attractive for pillboxing, though come 43.03 I think only slade bridges can withstand dragonfire. Otherwise, I guess the dog-sized pet dragons can bite a fire demon. Still, in many ways doing cave dragons like ArchCrystal does have booze safety benefits.

Hydras are probably best farmable megabest - breed wild, require no nest boxes and easily giving multiple pieces of very valuable leather when finally torn asunder.

Though they don't match the mod value of rocs and dragons. There, rocs seem to win given how they're tameable and grow faster, though as superweapon wild flying-capable aviary does seem somewhat attractive.

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« Reply #35 on: June 30, 2016, 11:04:37 am »

You probably know, but vjek has a world with female and male dragon lair on embark, if that interests you.

They're attractive for pillboxing, though come 43.03 I think only slade bridges can withstand dragonfire. Otherwise, I guess the dog-sized pet dragons can bite a fire demon. Still, in many ways doing cave dragons like ArchCrystal does have booze safety benefits.

Hydras are probably best farmable megabest - breed wild, require no nest boxes and easily giving multiple pieces of very valuable leather when finally torn asunder.

Though they don't match the mod value of rocs and dragons. There, rocs seem to win given how they're tameable and grow faster, though as superweapon wild flying-capable aviary does seem somewhat attractive.

So many ideas...

Looking through the historical figures of this world...even more ideas.  Will they pan out?  Only time will tell.

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« Reply #36 on: June 30, 2016, 05:53:13 pm »

2 Hematite 75

Lotu had taken a break from digging, and was flooring the surface of the living tower with Imic.

A sudden bellow from the aurochs cow split the peaceful afternoon.

“What has her upset?”  Imic wondered.







Dr. Urist came tottering up, arriving out of breath.

“Lotu!  We need to protect the ho-hahaha-hoa-hohoho hao hihihi hoar –“

“Whahahahahahahaha!”

The three doubled over in laughter.

Several minutes later, Lotu finally caught his breath enough to chortle, “Hoard?  That pile of rock?  I shudder to think what that poor creature is used to, if it thinks this is a ‘hoard’!“  His gesture encompassed the flatness that, other than the steadily decreasing number of trees, as yet showed little sign of dwarven occupancy.

Imic sobered.  “I’ll get Mooney and we’ll chase it off.  Wouldn’t want it runnin’ off with the anvil.  That’s the only valuable thing we’ve got.”  Hefting his axe, he grabbed the helm he had removed earlier that hot, humid day, and headed south.



He didn’t return until after sunset.  “Mooney, you sorry bastard!  Where are you?  I’ve spent the entire day gettin’ so hot ‘n’ sweaty my armor’s stickin’ to me through my clothes chasin’ that little blighter!  YOU WERE S’PPOSED TO HELP!”

Mooney looked around vaguely.  “Huh?  That was urgent?  I was enjoying a nice cup of ale.”  In fact, the cup was still in his hand, half full.  Mooney had had another episode, staring into space for hours, contemplating only-Armok-knew-what.



“You’re hopeless.”  Imic grumbled, pouring himself a generous serving, dwindling supplies not-withstanding.

3 Hematite 75

A startled squeak sounded from the eastern end of the pasture, and a pair of large pointy ears suddenly popped above the shrubbery.

“Another one!”



Imic was on the western side, but gamely headed toward the distant interloper.  Mooney, however, was seemingly determined to make up for his inattention the day before.  Wielding his crossbow like a hammer, he charged toward the hapless kobold.

That one, seeing the irate dwarf bearing down on him, turned so quickly that he tripped over his own two feet.  In a haphazard scrambling, crawling run, he dashed eastward, crying the entire time, “Tayldis sorry!  Tayldis apologize!  Tayldis not mean it!  Tayldis sorry!  Tayldis going!  See?  Tayldis leaving!  Tayldis goooonnee!”



Mooney chased him until they were almost out of sight of the tower, before finally stopping and shaking his fist after the departing wannabe thief.  The watching dwarves had no difficulty in interpreting the gesture.

“And don’t come back!”
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Excerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, expedition leader.

3 Hematite 75

Having two thieves try their luck with us made us re-evaluate our security measures.

They were non-existent.

We were lucky.  Both that the animals were vigilant in our place, and that the thieves tried to approach through the pasture.

Even though we have nothing of value, just heavy stone, who would believe that?  We are dwarves, after all, renowned for our craftsdwarfship.  We must take proper measures.

Imic and Mooney will now officially split their time between actual military duty (namely, guarding our workshops and living quarters), training (they’ve asked Olin for some relevant furniture, which means putting the pump components on hold for a few days), and their civilian duties of woodcutting and plant/brewing-related stuff.

I’ve already had the dogs moved from the pasture to our rock pile.  The two puppies are having the time of their life playing in and around the massive boulders we somehow dragged here from home.  The two adults (both females) seem to miss the nice, cool shade of the shrubbery lining the pasture.  I don’t blame them, the summer days here are hot

They’ll be a good warning system and should be able to defend our vulnerable supplies until I finish the stockpile room below.



Ushrir also insisted that we build a forge, because “we really need to nail down that anvil.”  Apparently she likes anvils.  I saw no problem with it, so we now have a shiny new forge, though no metal to inaugurate it with.

10 Hematite 75

At lunchtime, Airith and Ushrir reported that they’ve made not only enough blocks to finish flooring the tower’s surface level, but also the stockpile room that I’ve just about finished digging (only two bots to go, it’ll be done tomorrow).

By unanimous vote, we’ve decided to floor the room before moving our supplies in.  The idea of worms and other vermin from the soil getting into the food is…nauseating.  Not to mention, sand gets everywhere.  And I do mean everywhere.  Digging it, I’ve noticed that.

All other jobs have been temporarily suspended while we get that floor laid down, then we’ll be able to sleep at night with all of our stuff safely under a ceiling of dirt.  Stone would be better, but this will do for now.
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11 Hematite 75

“Bilberries again!  We had bilberries last night!”

“And the night before that!”

The dwarves groaned at the unimaginative fare.  The food supplies were almost gone, having gotten them through the spring.  Soon, they would have to hunt, which would mean any other chores would fall by the wayside.

The grumbling and complaining drowned out the whistling approaching outside, but even so hardly anyone looked up when Mooney threw back the tent flap.

“Look at this!”

Mooney tossed his load down on the barrel serving as a table, garnering everyone’s attention at once.



“Prickle berries!”  They chorused.  Finally, something that was actually edible.

“Is that…lettuce?” Olin breathed.  "Oh, I could kiss you!  But I won't."

“What’s that stuff?”  Dr. Urist pointed to several weeds that Mooney had included.

“Some of it’s longland grass, we can brew that.  This stuff over here, that looks like it might some kind of bitter melon.  And then that other stuff, I think that’s rice, which should also make a halfway decent booze.”

“You think?”  Imic responded.  “The last time you ‘thought’ you’d found something brewable, we all ended up at death’s door for three days!”

“Yeah, yeah!”  No one had yet forgotten that experience, and none wished to repeat it.

“Calm down, Imic!  I’ll keep collecting the plants we know are edible until we’ve built up our stocks, and I’ll experiment on my own time.”

“Just don’t expect us to taste-test.”  Dr. Urist growled.  “One poisoning was plenty, thank you.”
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Excerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, expedition leader.

12 Hematite 75

Well, things have gotten a bit more dissturbing since the beginning of summer.  Throughout the spring, all we saw were some badgers and the occasional bird.  So far this summer, in addition to the birds and now, an armadillo, Olin has reported sighting a monitor lizard.  It seems to watch us from the deepest undergrowth of the south-west portion of forest.  This is not reassuring.



There is also the occasional moose, and Mooney supposedly saw some sort of bird-person (person-bird? birdon? persird?).  But, given his “episodes”, none of us believe him.

But…better be safe.

Ushrir volunteered to train our adult dogs for war.  She’s really turning into our dwarf-of-all-trades, always willing to lend a hand.  Nothing seems to faze her self-confidence.

14 Hematite 75

The frequent rains from the spring have developed into almost constant rain now.  I’m very glad we moved underground when we did, sleeping in this would be the worst punishment imaginable, save a hammering. 

With the rain and humidity, the bugs have come out with a vengeance.  We’ve found so many worms and other creepy crawlies in our meals (today was a record twenty-four) that I went and pulled the kitten away from his bush shelter and locked him into the tent.  Everyone has orders not to let him out, on pain of catching the vermin themselves, so hopefully he will take care of the bug problem for us.

That tent is really getting tattered, with rain leaking in at some of the seams so it’s a good that that we’ve finished flooring the stockpile room, and we’re ready to start moving supplies tomorrow. 



With well over 300 heavy boulders…

This will take us the rest of the summer.

While prioritizing our supplies for the move (food first, rocks last), I noticed something.  Olin has been working furiously in the carpentry, but we have no bins.  No barrels!  (Other than those we brought along with us, that is.)

When I went to speak to Olin about this glaring oversight, I noticed:



Who ordered a bookcase?!

Dr. Urist, of course.  She really wants that library, so I’ve designated a corner of the common area for her use. 



Once Olin has made some more bins and barrels, and the armor stand and weapon rack the militia requires, we’ll see about getting some other furniture and making it a bit more like home.  I’m tired of eating standing up or squatting on the floor, with only barrels as makeshift tables.

15 Hematite 75

Good news!  Mooney’s finally figured out what plants are edible, and our food stocks are increasing every day.



He’s also made a borderline acceptable rice beer.  Of course, we all insisted that he drink it, and only tried it when it was clear that he wasn’t going to keel over.  I was a little queasy after, but it has promise.  I’ve ordered him to brew several of the inedible plants as an experiment, because I don’t know if anyone else realizes that our drink stocks are almost gone, and I really don’t want to field those complaints.




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20 Hematite 75

Imic was chopping the next-to-last tree to the southeast of the Hole, when something odd caught his attention.  Freezing, he squinted, trying to make out the distant movement.  Slowly it drew closer, until he realized:

   



Greeting the fivesome, he led them back to the Hole, where Lotu was debating the merits of Mooney’s latest brewing attempt.  The others soon also gathered around, drawn by the sound of new voices.  These were the first dwarves they had seen since departing Singedclasped the previous fall, and all were eager for news of home.

Chief among them was Sodel's announcement.  “King Dodok instructed me to inform you to expect the first caravan sometime during Limestone.  They are to stop here on their way to Whippedesteem.”

This was greeted with silence.  In the busyness of creating the start of a new home, and finding solutions to the food situation, they had managed to forget the reason they found themselves in the middle of nowhere in the first place.

“Did he give you any information as to what Whippedesteem might want?”  Olin asked.

She, Ushrir, and Airith, would be the ones to make most of it, so naturally she was concerned.

“No.  I’m sorry.”

The jubilant attitude present just that morning, due to the successful booze brewing, was noticeably absent as six of the starting seven returned to work.  It might well have been a completely different group.
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Excerpt from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, expedition leader.

20 Hematite 75

We received five migrants today.

Sodel, a clothier by trade, is married to Erib, a gelder.





   

I’m not sure how much use we have for either, though Erib may be useful when we get around to butchering things.  Anyway, Sodel apparently managed to lead them all the way here from Singedclasped, so he’s probably going to prove useful.

Vutok, a bone specialist, and the hammerdwarf Lokum, who happens to be Erib’s nephew, have one child, Udil.







          



For full accuracy, I should write that Lokum claims to be a hammerdwarf.  He arrived with no hammer, no armor, no weapon of any kind.  Supposedly they were all lost when they crossed the Mire of Slaughter (a particularly nasty swamp, I remember).  Still, why wasn’t he wearing the armor, at the very least?



I’ll arrange for Lokum to train with Imic.  After all, if he lost his hammer, he can’t complain that he gets an axe instead.

Vutok owns a cavy boar, and they brought along a fat female piglet, because Vutok apparently likes pig cheese.  Well, if she likes it so much, I know what her job is going to be.

Udil is barely eleven, so next year we’ll be able to put him to work.

Anyway, both animals have been pastured with the rest of the herd, and I stopped by Airith’s masonry to ask her to design a trade depot for us.  It sounds like we’re going to need it.



We're going to need more beds, too.
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« Reply #37 on: June 30, 2016, 06:12:31 pm »

Oooh, kobolds. I haven't seen them in 0.42.xx at all! Your fort must be blessed.
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« Reply #38 on: June 30, 2016, 06:24:33 pm »

Oooh, kobolds. I haven't seen them in 0.42.xx at all! Your fort must be blessed cursed.

FTFY.  The only way I avoid kobolds is by turning invaders off.  Otherwise, every fort I ever played has always had to deal with a kobold infestation.

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« Reply #39 on: June 30, 2016, 06:59:51 pm »

You need more DF2010. There was a very long period where kobolds would be killed off in worldgen to the point they got near mythical. Then they went the other way and could successfully raid vaults ...

Anyway, this fort just needs a k ambush. "An ambush! Sulking filth!", and remember you don't have flying webber death coming.

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« Reply #40 on: June 30, 2016, 07:20:17 pm »

You need more DF2010. There was a very long period where kobolds would be killed off in worldgen to the point they got near mythical. Then they went the other way and could successfully raid vaults ...
I always do short world gens (habit from when the megabeasts would die during world gen), so I must not have encountered that bug.

Anyway, this fort just needs a k ambush. "An ambush! Sulking filth!", and remember you don't have flying webber death coming.

Kobolds are simple (other than bolts/arrows targeting unprotected civilians).  I have tougher problems right now.



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« Reply #41 on: June 30, 2016, 07:24:01 pm »

YOu had an eagle eat a dwarf, didn't you :P
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« Reply #42 on: June 30, 2016, 09:03:27 pm »

Excerpts from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, expedition leader.

3 Malachite 75

Mooney and Olin have had so many arguments since we arrived, I was starting to think they really didn’t like each other, even though they both claim to be friends.  But it seems that Imic and Ushrir are not the only ones who have decided to settle here, rough though our new home is.



Maybe now things will settle down and we can go quietly about our tasks?

11 Malachite 75

With Airith having some training in building design and machines, I have spent many hours consulting with her.  Granted, not all of them were truly necessary, but during that time I have come to realize just what a fine dwarf she really is.  Today I am truly a lucky dwarf, for she has agreed to be my wife.  We have yet to set a wedding date, with all the work to be done, but for now, it is enough simply to hold my beloved close and dream of the future we will have, here in Finderboards (Atolasob).


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1 Galena 75

With a thundering of hooves, the herd went from grazing peacefully to scattering in a panic.

“Wha-?”

“Huh?”

“Hey!”



The puzzled dwarves ran after the stampeding animals, slowly managing to round them up.  But, every time they approached the pasture, the animals would become terrified again.

“There’s nothing there.  What’s gotten into them?”  Olin cried out in exasperation.

Vubok finally had the bright idea to look up.  And pointed.

“Look, up there!  Do you see them?”

Everyone looked up.  Six bots above, circled almost a dozen keas.



“Oh.  They’re just birds.”

Still, it took the rest of the day for the eleven adult dwarves to coax the almost twenty herd animals back into the pasture.

7 Galena 75

“Lotu!”  Dr. Urist had managed to track Lotu down, where he was digging out a section of the aquifer-breaching system.  “I just wanted to tell you, I really appreciate my little library.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”  But what do you want now?

“But I’m afraid I can’t give Imic any water because we don’t have any buckets.”



Wait, what?

“Why does Imic need water?”

Dr. Urist shrugged.

“OK, OK.  I'll tell Olin to build, how many would you say we need?”

“One, definitely, two would be better, three would be great.”

“Alright, I’ll tell her.”

Dr. Urist nodded and walked off.

Yet another thing that fell by the wayside when we started in on Airith’s sweeping breaching plans.  I need to start making to-do lists.

But why does Imic need water?


Abandoning the excavation, Lotu made a beeline for a still, where he found Mooney tightening the last peg on his first official keg of rice beer.

“What happened to the rest of our drinks?”

“Sodel’s group guzzled it all.  The only booze we have now is what I make.”



“Oh, right.  There’s twelve of us now.  Well, do your best Mooney, but if you need an extra pair of hands, I’ll grab one of the newcomers.  They drank our last reserves, they can do the work to make more.”

I hope that's not a sign of things to come.

“Ah, no, no.  I can handle it.  I’m pretty sure I’ve got it down now.  Taste this.”  So saying, Mooney grabbed a nearby cup and poured a generous mouthful from the keg.

Lotu took a cautious sip, then a larger one.  “Hey, this is quite good!  Keep it up, Mooney.”  Slapping the other dwarf on the back, Lotu headed over to the carpentry, savoring the last of the beer.

Sticking his head into the carpentry, he spied Olin hard at work.  “Hey Olin, could you add three buckets to the list?”

“First beds, corkscrews and pipes, then barrels and bins now please!  Then tables and chairs, but I really can’t complain about those, and now buckets?  Yes master, right away slavedriver!  I’ll get to them faster if you go.  Shoo!”



Lotu smiled, shaking his head.  Raising the cup he held in her direction, he headed back to his own task, draining the final dregs of his beer.  She doesn’t mean it.  Not really.

And that’s some damn good beer.


8 Galena 75



“What!  How did they get underground?”

Lotu raced down to the stockpile room, but everything seemed fine.  No terrified dwarves, and the kitten seemed perfectly happy with his new stalking grounds.  Not a kea in sight.  Puzzled, Lotu retraced his steps, emerging from the Hole in time to see another kea dart into the carpentry and fly away, triumphantly holding another corkscrew in its sharp talons.

“The effrontery!”  Olin snarled, hands on her hips.  “Every time I leave to fetch another log, they come diving in.  Do something!”

Lotu licked his lips, thinking hard.

We could try traps, but in the time it would take to build anything those dratted birds would make off with half of Olin’s hard work.  No traps, but shelve that thought for later.

Scanning around for ideas, he remembered the war dogs stationed on the slowly shrinking rock pile.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

He quickly trotted over to Ushrir’s masonry, and explained what he wanted.  Ushrir readily agreed, and they returned with one of the dogs.  Kneeling down to murmur something to the dog, Ushrir then said “Guard” and headed back to her task.



The dog gazed after her soulfully for a moment, then made a thorough sniffing circuit of the carpentry, before sitting down with her ears pricked, clearly on alert.



“That should do it.  She should scare the birds away.”

Olin nodded, and went back to work.

12 Galena 75

Things had been peaceful for several days, as the keas saw the duty dog and veered away.



“That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen a cavy move.”  Olin remarked to Mooney, but not really paying attention to what she was saying.  She was enjoying this quiet time together far too much.

A sudden spate of barking inexorably drew her attention, however, just in time to see a veritable horde of keas descending on the carpentry.

“Oh no!”



“Don’t worry love, I’ll protect it, and you.”  He gave her a quick kiss and grabbed his crossbow and bolts.



Excerpt from the journal of Lotu Sizzlediron, expedition leader.

15 Galena 75

With Mooney actually doing his job, we haven’t had any more problems with the keas.  Granted, half of his bolts miss (those stupid birds are very good at dodging), and we’ll have a devil of a time finding them all in the jungle, but we saved most of the corkscrews.

We’ve also been able to focus on making our common area a little more welcoming.  We have to take turns, but soon there will be no more sitting in the dirt and eating on barrels.  Ever.

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« Reply #43 on: June 30, 2016, 09:51:29 pm »

OOC: The dwarven caravan has now arrived.  Any requests?

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« Reply #44 on: July 01, 2016, 01:37:44 am »

Keas, huh....With the grazers, good motivation to have animals enclosed inside a pasture they can't escape from. Without the caverns, I think the simplest way would be to channel out an area for pasture with overhangs - being above ground, they will grow grass on them very quickly.

.....Not sure if animals will jump down from overhangs, tbh, since by the time I considered that instead last and first time I already had killed off keas AND discovered the caverns for in-door pastures. But they can jump over 1-tile gaps easily.

Anyway, first kobolds, now keas.....How about putting bait items visible somewhere with only way of approach being through a bouncing minecart grinder?

Unless you want to save the kobolds for something. Tricky, given their trapavoid nature, but here minecarts can help too - put one on a pressure plate, and when they steal it off the plate sends off signal, closing their way out.

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