Alright, I suppose my rage is mostly gone. (Still, losing to crashes is so not fun.) Bit difficult to do; this would be much easier if Sanctume was likely to be angry or overbearing.)
Oh yeah, since I set the surface on fire, I closed the entrance maze bridge with bridge deconstruction toggle on the òverseer right south of it, lest migrants walk straight into fire. Might want to construct-toggle the south bridge of the west twin-loop system when it is safe to enter.
Workflow:
As a rule, repeating task uses workflow (expect, say, crowns on repeat - might want to stop that) (needs to be enabled) (
Here's the quick image)
Few inscrutable notes particular:
Kitchen has 2 Prepare Lavish Meal R
1 is any solid + 3 dwarven syrups
2 is solid glob, egg, and meat.
Mill is set to mill dye and flour on two separate jobs.
Winter 502
"Eh, got enough furniture anyway", says Onciblu, looks curiously at the minecart with stones going up, and goes to pray to Ral the Gem of Treasure.
Milling about the crowds, he runs into Sanctume.
"Hey, manager. Not much to do?"
"Honestly, no. With thousands of drinks around and piecemeal production, there is little that I can do or control. Growing restless, to be honest. You done with all the chairs and tables? "
"Hm? No, I just ran out of stones." shakes Onciblu her head. "Don't like having to have to produce them anyway. Though that is a curious shape of the track they've laid"
"Now, now, friend. You know we need at least 20 of each. How about you produce some more?"
"Honestly, friend, I do dislike the way you pester everyone to make stuff in your manager role when there isn't stuff. Brings tears to my eyes" says the broker with puppy dog eyes.
"Aye" says Sanctume, and laughs.
"But what if I pestered only when you could actually produce those things?"
"That sounds better. Hm, doesn't Minkot or Rovod have agreement like that with Morul?"
"Yeah, they do. I got to say, while I do like carrying my own drinks, having to replace clothes leaves me bereft of jewellery like you bear."
"Aw. Us nobles got to wear purple, though. I'll get Monom to ask Zasit to go produce some. She can deal with him better. "
"What? Can't you see I'm busy ensuring your safety?" asks he tersely.
"That is important. Do that first! " enthusiastically agrees Monom Pagedduty and sits down watching.
"Hold on, did you actually have anything for me to do when I'm done?"
"Yeah. After this, can you please create some purple crowns for nobility? So that everyone knows they're nobles?"
"I suppose I could indeed. But that won't get you out of this uniform!" shakes Zasit his hand, ⛭mail shirt⛭ in hand.
"I love this uniform!" grabs Monom it and hugs Zasit. "Hold on, let me put it on right here."
Zasit stares, then interrupts. "Anyway, if I've got to make crowns, I want to be free to wear one. "
Monom pauses unbuckling her clasp and looks at Zasit with raised eyebrow.
"Thought you care particularly for art."
"No, but I want to be free to make the decision." says Zasit, crossing his arms.
"Oh, Zasit! Well, I'll do my best to keep you free of uniform restrictions." expresses Monom.
"Hah, with my mining skill-"
"And out of mining, as well. No going far away to Dangerous terrain for our armorer, after what happened to my squadmate Erith. "
Zasit actually looks surprised at that. "...Thanks. How many crowns you want?"
"Just two masterpieces." says Monom.
"I'll produce that. And then keep producing them forever!" threatens Zasit with a grin.
"Produce however many you want, you silly" sticks Monom her tongue out and walks away, putting on the ⛭adamantine mail shirt⛭.
"Zasit agreed!" reports Monom to Sanctume.
"Nice mail shirt." eyes she appreciatively. "Kinda want it myself.
Now just to get someone to encrust them. Hm, Morul does have some experience in that...."
...
"I'm working!" yells Morul Flashsilvers, closing the door on carpentry.
"Okay, but how much are you working?" asks Sanctume
"Until we have 100 best beds for everyone!" yells Morul.
"You won't have time to make that, Morul."
"I have enough logs! All mine, forbidden from any use, hauled with carts I made myself!"
(Oops. Well, she went on a prayer, so the QSP filled some wood anyway, but might want to dbc the wood pile next to carpentry)"I won't give up. Unless it is carpentry, go ask someone else."
"Well, it'd be great if you kept around ten cages in stock or so. "
"Noted."
Sanctume walks away, and Onciblu goes to ask. "So, Morul still stubborn?"
"Yeah. Though, she reminded me of something."
"Hm, who else works with gems...Medtob Érithurist? Going to ask him?"
"Yeah, but I got to visit Asmel first. Walk with me." gestures Sanctume.
"With magma forges online, what use could she possibly have?"
"Steel still requires coal, but this isn't about forges." says Sanctume, walking over to the archery range. "Hey, Ral L! Paintedchanted!"
Rovod notices, keeps shooting till quiver is empty, then turns to Sanctume. "He's not here. You probably don't know, but he's got his own little humble place deep south in earth for processing."
"Should I know that?" asks Sanctume.
"Eh, I trust you." smiles Rovod. "Though, you should work a bit more."
....
(Ral didn't get in the picture)Onciblu runs after, catches on, catches up to Sanctume...
"Yes? I'm practising clothesmaking to defend this fortress." says Ral L.
"Going to cleanse yourself physically and mentally afterwards, right?" ...and runs on ahead.
"Indeed. Your point being? " raises Ral L his eyebrow.
"That probably uses up soap. Can you make some?" asks Onciblu without pause.
At that, Sanctume frowns, and pushes him aside:
"Stop helping". Ral L watches, and mentions "I don't think you traded soap away, Onciblu, and I think Rovod outranks you. "
Sanctume interjects: "You don't need to make anything right now. But if any soap is used up, can you to bring our stocks back up to their current state? Asking as a manager, of course."
At that, Ral L shrugs: "Yeah, I hope that won't be necessary, but always willing to help. Of course, I'll need lye and tallow."
"I'll ask Asmel to ensure those, going to visit him anyway. Anything you want here?" questions Sanctume.
"I miss my friends and family. It's a long enough walk back up that I got my own hovel, here. "
"Well, we can ask them, but can't promise they'll come." says Sanctume.
"I'd love to craft a masterpiece, then. I'm great at soaping, good at extraction, decent shot...If you can provide something for me, I'm sure I'll find a way to repay you." offers Ral L.
"Hm, like what?" says Onciblu.
"Sanctume, you are a brewer, and we're in temperate climate. Can you make me some persimmon wine?" asks Ral L.
"I'd love to." says Sanctume mournfully.
"But?"
"But I've never seen any persimmons trees here."
Ral L sighs, and goes back to extracting.
Sanctume goes back up, confident with clear goal in mind.
...
And she finds Asmel drinking river spirits with tears in her eyes. Being good enough to recognize signs,
"Bad day?" she asks.
"More like a bad past two seasons. Look, I don't care for art, obligations or goods, but I've hardly done anything ever since the forges got up. Built a bridge, tanned a turkey, crafted a gauntlet. That's it."
"I've been idle myself, with our drink stock being like it is. Growing antsy, actually" says Sanctume.
"I don't need your advice. Got anything to manage, oh manager?" says Asmel, throwing her arms wide open.
"Actually, yeah. Can you keep some coal up? About ten or so?"
"We have hundreds of coal! That's not a task!"
"In that case, can you apply your skills to produce ash and lye just as much? And potash? And pearlash?"
"Why do you need....nevermind. Yes, I can, or know people who can. " shakes Asmel her head and goes back to the barrel.
'Where's her baby son? and husband?' thinks Sanctume, but walks away.
"Got to take care of my xclothesx first."
....
Logem Winddaubed, Mosus Mirrorseal and Dishmab Diamondtwig are each offered a ⛭gold goblet⛭ by Sanctume and a plea.
"So, guys, as I'm not going to be in military, I'm going to need some clothes to wear." she says, fingering her xtrousersx.
"Oh? Finally someone wants me to practice my clothesmaking? Got to say, I'm growing rusty here." says Logem. "Came here to go from great to a legend, since I heard fledgling outposts export clothes by the binful. But all I've even heard done was some ropes, and those were done before my arrival. "
"We, however, are somewhat overburdened." confesses Mirrorseal. "Leather armor, leather boots, leather waterskins. This responsibility is somewhat stressful, and I hoped to raise a family in peace, not to become military provider."
"Well there are two of you. " points Logem.
"It is hard work, Logem." says Dishmab. "To be honest, this is not exactly what I dream of doing either. Surely, something you create would be better? Can you help us?" soothes the marksdwarf.
"Well, I suppose I can, " smiles Logem. "Hm, Sanctume? What did you need again?"
"I'll need something on foot, on body, and on legs. Hey, how about each of you take one?"
"Sure. Either of you wants to produce socks, Dishmab? Mosus?"
"Actually..." starts Dishmab.
"Leather is too hard to make socks out of. You're the only one who can." says Mosus.
"More practice for me," shrugs Logem. "Though, Sanctume? Unlike those two, I can work with somewhat more refined goods. Care to set up some colors?"
"Yeah, I'll organize something. "
"And can you get someone to make some thread if we run out?"
"Hah, fat chance of that. "
...
Edem Rigothudist looks up from praying, bit nerveous "So what, Onciblu ran off again? Need a mason for something?"
Find Edem Rigothudist in this picture. Deathgame loves
masonry."Actually, it's more about your other skill."
"Plant processing? Been a while since I've got to practice that. Lolor says no sweet pods grow in winter."
"Yeah. When they grow again, can you ensure we have some? Like 15-20."
"Sure, sounds practical. Anything else?"
"If our thread stocks thin low, can you process about as much into thread as well...I don't know, rye?"
"Pig tails or rope reed, don't have either right now though. Are we running out? " looks Edem worried.
"No, no, it is just in case. Asked Logem to make some socks." points Sanctume at her feet.
"Dibs on first ⛭sock⛭, then."
"Damn. Haha, okay." laughs Sanctume. "Okay, this gave me a thought."
...
"Hey, Onciblu."
"What's it, Sanctume? Pushed me away earlier."
"My turf. But about your turf....What was traded away last autumn?"
"Mostly dwarven syrup roasts, why?"
"Going to asks Lolor to make those specifically."
Lolor lightly taps Sanctume on the shoulder from behind, saying:
"Hold on! I must have some liquid dwarven syrup!""...I know our squad hasn't gotten any military practice, but be a little more still in dining hall?" says Onciblu. "Also, isn't that more like a paste?"
"I have little time for those who waste my time when I could be creating perfect roasts."
"Don't test my control like that" frowns Sanctume. "But yeah, you can't do that. But we do have eggs and tallow that need to be gotten rid of. Malakor butchered almost all our dogs, saying something about 'let only the strong survive.' Make some roasts with those and meat?"
"Deal. But in exchange, get someone make me some flour for my craft." demands Lolor.
"I was already planning to." asserts Sanctume.
....
Something"Can you put it better?"
"Hear my plea, Zuglar! This bearer of the noble crown has come to you for promises made. I need you to produce some flour and dye! Not for me, but for Lolor and Logem!"
"I never made any promises. Is it not your problem, not mine?"
"It may be....but I need your help. Are you not a great miller?"
"I am...And I'll keep a bagful of each in stock. But tell me, how this happened?"
"Well..."
*hours later*
A while beforeOnciblu walks alone, with her wounded pride and clear goal in mind.
"Hey, Medtob Labordaggers and Zasit Tonguelanced" she greets the Gem Cutter and Armorer/Metalcrafter.
"Hey, architect Onciblu." says Medtob.
"Hmph. Got some great image in mind again, do you?" scoffs Zasit.
"Thank you, Medtob. I hear you're becoming really great with gems? And yeah, I do." comments Onciblu.
"Alright, what's it? I already made some crowns earlier...I'm in a metalcrafting mood, now, I'll indulge you." offers Zasit, not willing to stand up from the metalcrafting bench.
"Yeah, do tell us."
"Well, our squad of adamantine-wielding warriors bear no decorations or symbols. They should show that they're citizens of The Faint Ring, that they're members of The Doors of evening, that they have worked in fortress of Deathgame!" declares Onciblu, shouting at the end.
"Feh, ok" "Impossible" say Zasit and Medtob at the same time.
"...How is it impossible?" asks Zasit Medtob.
Medtob explains: "Well, you can only decorate crafts or furniture, or perhaps ammo. Gems won't take on anything else."
"Gems, maybe not, but I work with metal" argues Zasit.
"Hey, you two, how about a competition" grins Onciblu.
"Medtob will encrust this crown here with every gem we have, and Zasit will beautify the weapons of our military."
Medtob goes white in face. "If I do that on that crown, it is going to suck! Nobody will like my decorations, I have no skill!"
"Do you not work in gems? " asks Onciblu.
"Well, yes-" "Then get to it. Zasit already is."
"Is...Oh, damn!"
"I can't get any finished goods crown!" yells Medtob.
"I can't get any bars!" sees an opportunity and yells Zasit.
"...What are you two doing?" hears Sanctume and comes to look.
"I know for a fact we have lot of bars." she mutters
"You guys, it is right there. "
"Sure" agrees Zasit.
"But we only take from here, and from resource piles below."
"...I don't care what you're doing, or why. These workplaces? "
"Take from all this general area."
"And from below."
"Actually, I'm going to need some gold as well." says Medtob.
"Yeah, and that smelter is going to need ores." says Zasit
"Fine. Ores also included. " sighs Sanctume.
"And, Zasit? I know you forge armors as well, so same rules apply to military creations. "
"What about iron?" asks Zasit.
"Fine, iron also included.
"Uh, you might want to remove that civilian smelter from this, or should it also take "
Sanctume walks off.
Some time later
"Ha, I finished first." yells Zasit.
"Ugh, fine. All I even managed was a superior quality anyway." throws Medtob the *<⛭crown⛭>* on ground in disgust
.
"Hand that here, I'll show you how it's done!" says Zasit, picks it up, and gets to work...
"Congratulations, Zasit!" acknowledges Onciblu. "Got anything I want?"
"Maybe to wear that crown." smiles Zasit, and Onciblu's face darkens. "Or got anything else to offer, you peacock?" he grins.
"I'll think of something. This is better than some artifacts, though."
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