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Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Overseers Welcome! DF0.47.05]
« on: October 01, 2023, 09:48:29 am »




SEERSPIRE
~ The Trial of Spirits ~

A Haunted Community Fortress
DF 0.47.05



Welcome to Abrasdatur Nirkn Ubal, Seerspire the Trial of Spirits!

This is yet another community game among all the other autumn and spooky time fortresses. What we'll be doing here is embark on a Haunted temperate forest and take turns as the overseer and try to have our seven starting dwarves and migrants (if we get any) survive as long as possible. So, nothing out of the ordinary there.

Overseers in this fortress will be playing their respective named dwarves. That is, if you are dorfed as Urist 'spookyboi64' Whippedspanked, you will be roleplaying said dwarf and hopefully try to make your decisions according to their personality. (If your dwarf dies, you can continue your turn with another one, as long as they're not the dwarf described below.)

The actual 'twist' of this game is that one dwarf (randomly chosen) is The Seer -- a dwarf who is possessed by  ancestor spirits. This Seer is the spiritual guidance and counseler of the dwarves. At the beginning of each turn, the Seer 'communes with the ancestors' and gives a divination to the overseer. (I will roll this randomly from my Secret ListTM -- consider myself as your sort-of-GM.)

It is up to the overseer how this foretelling will be realized during the turn. This is to be seen as a roleplaying challenge. Emphasis should hopefully be on the story, not grand and diabolical master plans the overseer maybe has (which are not entirely out of the question).

The Seer also gives the overseer 'tasks' that the ancestors demand to be done. These are chosen randomly from suggestions by people posting on the thread. The tasks should be something practical and possible, like, let's say 'build a glass industry', 'make more coffins', 'somebody please make pants for Bomrek!', etc. It is possible that no tasks are given for a turn.

Ah, and the Seer, of course, does not do any manual labor. All jobs must be removed from this one, but if needs like crafting or acquiring something have to be fulfilled, those jobs can be temporarily allowed.

Needless to say, the Seer must be protected by any means necessary. But since we are on a haunted biome, it is likely that death is inevitable. In that case, the ancestor spirits possess a new Seer (randomly chosen).

One twist with the Seer's death. For each ten citizens one dwarf mutinies (chosen randomly from others than the overseer and Seer) until the end of the turn of the current overseer. The mutineers want the overseer to resign. A mutinying dwarf has ALL labors removed.

Speaking of deaths... Since we revere ancestor spirits, ghosts are very much welcome in the fortress. So, don't memorialize dwarves (bodies probably need to be disposed of, since it is likely that this is a reanimating biome). That said, a particularly nasty ghost can be put to rest, but one dwarf will mutiny for the rest of your turn...

If at any point any of this becomes tedious or not fun, we can change or ignore it and just go with the flow.



Rules in Brief:
- try to finish your turn within a week of grabbing the save; you can play as long or short a turn as you want, but maybe not go over five ingame years
- you can end your turn even in the middle of it; you can resign immediately in case of a mutiny (but that's exactly what the mutineers want, so you don't want to do that!)
- you roleplay your named dwarf; try to act accordingly (you get to pick a new one if the dwarf dies)
- remove ALL labors from the Seer (note: can temporarily allow jobs for craft and acquire needs)
- if the Seer dies, a new Seer is randomly chosen (note: the current overseer can't be chosen as the Seer)
- if the Seer dies, 1 dwarf per 10 citizens mutinies until the end of your turn (remove ALL jobs); mutineers are chosen randomly (can't be current overseer or the seer)
- do not memorialize ghosts; if you memorialize a ghost, 1 dwarf per ghost put to rest mutinies until the end of your turn
- you can suggest tasks for the next overseer in the thread; tasks will be chosen randomly
- rules are subject to change



Oh, and this game is modded. There will be lots of new (real and fantasy) creatures, plants, trees and monsters in the game. Also, some dinosaurs. There isn't much that actually alters gameplay, except that surface crops have longer growth periods. Proper dwarven food grown underground isn't changed.

Subterranean animal person civs are removed, kobolds and humans have variants to boost their amount and there is a special extra cave civ, which might or might not run into (and hopefully it isn't too bugged -- did only a hasty patch for it).

I haven't tested this pack extensively, but haven't had any crashing so far. That said, save often and make backups. Just in case.



List of Overseers:

1. brewer bob -- (Prologue, I, II) [save]
2. Salmeuk -- (III) [save]
3. Travis Bickle -- (IV, V, VI, VII, VIII) [save]
4. Salmeuk -- current?
5. brewer bob
6. ??


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Re: Another Autumn/Halloween Themed Fortress
« Reply #1 on: October 01, 2023, 06:01:50 pm »

Yes! More spook!

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Re: Another Autumn/Halloween Themed Fortress
« Reply #2 on: October 01, 2023, 07:09:46 pm »

oi! i'm in. I've got the time certainly

consider... what makes something spooky? is it the fear of violent death? or the creepy silence of the empty woods before that violent death? Don't forget, crisp air makes it tough to smell the undead...

any embark that has dramatic autumn leaf-fall seems appropriate. so like, uhm, temperate broadleaf biomes? finding an embark with a snowy winter would also be +++ .

as far as concepts. perhaps harvest themed, like, "hoard this much food before each winter!" or "build storehouses, fill them, sell goods to traders".

maybe each dwarf or family could have their own farmstead? in a sort of agricommune of interconnected plots and houses

depending on the chosen mods and the danger of the embark, of course, as we might end up with a tavern in the caverns..
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Re: Another Autumn/Halloween Themed Fortress
« Reply #3 on: October 02, 2023, 03:49:46 am »

Hyped for potentially another spook fort!
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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #4 on: October 04, 2023, 02:17:47 pm »

(Sorry, couldn't resist updating the main post with a teaser.)

It will be soon HERE!
The introduction to the game is up!

Currently working on the prologue/first turn, so will take a couple days before a proper update and explanation of the concept.

While waiting feel free to ask to be dorfed or for a turn as an overseer without knowing what horrors you'll be pitted against.

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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #5 on: October 04, 2023, 07:46:15 pm »

Nothing spookier than Vaporwave, bay-beee!

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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #6 on: October 05, 2023, 01:13:11 am »

Nothing spookier than Vaporwave, bay-beee!

I have no idea what that is but it is horrifying...

(Note: I made some corrections to the main post. If anything needs clarification or looks weird, please tell me. I wrote the text pretty much without thinking before going to sleep, so there's bound to be some stuff wrong.)

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« Reply #7 on: October 05, 2023, 01:43:14 am »

wow. nice concepts. looking forward for some interesting challenges here.

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One twist with the Seer's death. For each ten citizens one dwarf mutinies (chosen randomly from others than the overseer and Seer) until the end of the turn of the current overseer. The mutineers want the overseer to resign. A mutinying dwarf has ALL labors removed.

Speaking of deaths... Since we revere ancestor spirits, ghosts are very much welcome in the fortress. So, don't memorialize dwarves (bodies probably need to be disposed of, since it is likely that this is a reanimating biome). That said, a particularly nasty ghost can be put to rest, but one dwarf will mutiny for the rest of your turn...

ok ok. so we're collecting ghosts like pokemon.. just not the ones that tear out spines.. or are those the kind we're saving?? ghosts beget ghosts, dontcha know....

oh, and clarification, are you saying that upon the death of an overseer, 1/10 dwarves should have all labors disabled (these dwarves chosen at random)? and these represent 'mutineers' or rebellious individuals?
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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #8 on: October 05, 2023, 02:48:24 am »

oh, and clarification, are you saying that upon the death of an overseer, 1/10 dwarves should have all labors disabled (these dwarves chosen at random)? and these represent 'mutineers' or rebellious individuals?

Yes. So if you have 10-19 citizens, 1 will mutiny. If you have 50-59, 5 will mutiny. If 90-99, 9 will mutiny, and so on, so on.

I'm rounding down, so that with less than 10 citizens there will be 0 mutineers or should there always be 1 mutineer?

(We can always change the amounts or how we'll handle mutinies if this rule doesn't work as is.)

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« Reply #9 on: October 05, 2023, 03:11:48 am »

Sounds like this will be an interesting fort to watch.

Also really like the banner you made for this.
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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #10 on: October 05, 2023, 08:13:49 am »




Prologue:
The Forests of Naughtiness





It has been a long, harrowing and uncomfortable journey that the Seer set before us. But any time now we shall be there, at the place of our Destiny as the Ancestors proclaim. From the halls of our kin of the Tool of Stoking in Granitefire we have come, as a landless people traveling across the Hills of Esteeming, avoiding the pits of goblins by going between the hellish landscapes of the Heavy Dunes and the Desert of Stenches. We caught a glimpse of the beautiful Dunes of Song before the Forest of Subtlety, we crossed the Clear Hills into the Creative Jungles, and then we went round the Axe of Suicide. Now we are at the Fields of Affliction and soon, very soon we will arrive in the Forests of Naughtiness.

Soon we will be landless no more. Soon we will be where the Ancestors want us. Soon we will have a place to call home.

Rimtar 'Bobbin' Salveblue put down her quill and looked at the journal entry. The writing came out surprisingly straight considering that the wagon was constantly shaking. It was quite uncomfortable sitting with all that bobbing and bumping, creaking and clinking. Fortunately the piles of cloth inside the wagon cabin she sat on somewhat eased the strain on her rump.

Tip, tip, tip. Water dripped on the roof.

Creak, creak, clink, creak. The wheels and axles moaned and grinded.

I could really use a drink, 'Bobbin' said aloud as she put the journal away and sighed.





'Bobbin' was travelling with six other dwarves from the Knife of Rooms, a kingdom of dwarves that had fallen to ruin in ages past and now only held one meager hillocks far to the south. Most who had their ancestry in the kingdom were displaced around the whole of Thur Niral, the Universe of Portent, living under the rule of others, dreaming of the olden days that were all but forgotten.



The group of seven called themselves srakust, the Certain Tombs, for theirs was a journey deemed by many a foolish one, with nary a chance of success. Yet our seven dwarves were full of hope for the Ancestors were guiding them on this venture. For unlike the gods living in their distant domains, the ancestors actually spoke and offered their counsel -- though, sometimes quite odd their advice seemed.



This whole venture began when the dwarf Rakust Paintburn, a humble woodcutter, suddenly had strange fits and spoke in strange words. At first 'Bobbin' had thought that Rakust had accidentally ingested some henbane. The plant, often used by so-called hedgewitches in their 'magic brews', had the effect of causing visions and a state of drunkenness. Not to mention the dreams -- oh, the weird dreams!

But herbalists and physicians alike soon came to the conclusion with some priestly types that Rakust had been possessed by the Ancestors. It was something not unheard of, but highly unusual and a sign of great importance.

And the Ancestors spoke through Rakust that a small group of dwarves should venture forth and found a settlement in the far wilds. The purpose was unclear, but certainly it had to be to bring back the days of old when the dwarves of the Knife of Rooms had their own kingdom, with grand fortress halls ringing with the clanging of smiths working metals?

It was decided then, that the settlement would be called Abrasdatur Nirkn Ubal, Seerspire the Trial of Spirits. For a trial it would be: the ancestors spoke of a far off place wrought with danger, the lands full of dread and horror.



As their symbol the group gathered by 'Bobbin' took an image of three dice and a dwarf. The dwarf was dead and the dice were laughing.

It was meant to symbolize that they were putting their lives in the hands of the Ancestors and the cruelty of Fate.



The Forests of Naughtiness.

That is where the settlement of Seerspire would be founded or the dwarves die trying. According to scholarly tomes and maps and clues pieced together, it was a place heavy with trees, its weather fair and warm. However, it was in the wilderness and many a beast were bound to make it their home. Especially since it was said to be a haunted forest. Who knows what unspeakable horrors lurked there in the gloom of the dank forest?



The forest was far, far from all civilized lands (and elf lands -- a dwarf can hardly call them civilized), but it was thought to be within the reach of humans and, unfortunately, goblins.



And so Eral Coalbend the Miner, Etur Blazesyrup the Woodworker, Thkut Curlclasps the Jeweler, Mebzuth Roughstockades the Fish Cleaner and Bmbul Paintchucked the Fisherdwarf were picked by Rimtar 'Bobbin' Salveblue, who was the leader of the expedition, to join her to follow Rakust Paintburn the Seer guided by the Ancestors to the place of their new home.

Or to the place of their doom...



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There's the introduction to the game then!

I haven't yet unpaused, but this is most certainly a reanimating biome judging by some wildlife. We shall see if the fortress will fall already on my turn (it's ages since I tried an evil embark and never been good with them).

If that happens, well, we'll reclaim, right?

So, without further ado, sign up to be an Overseer or to be dorfed!

And remember to give suggestions for tasks that the ancestors want overseers to do! (See main post for details.)

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« Reply #11 on: October 05, 2023, 11:47:04 pm »

reanimating? OH GOD

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The forest was far, far from all civilized lands (and elf lands -- a dwarf can hardly call them civilized), but it was thought to be within the reach of humans and, unfortunately, goblins.

and goblins. nice. needless to say, sign me up. yall have managed to go from 0-100 on these community fortresses hah but I'm here for it. also... the banners are amazing.

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Oh great Seer, the one who leads us on this terrible quest, alone as we are in this deathly muck-forest, it would be fitting for us to search the caverns for a place to farm underground. Some mud-filled cavity to turn into our subterranean outpost. A mere suggestion, of course, oh great Seer...

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« Reply #12 on: October 06, 2023, 11:17:58 am »




Part I:
A Stampede of Trials





The wagon creaked to a halt.

We're here! This is the place the ancestors described to us! The voice of Etur Blazesyrup, who was driving the wagon, rang from outside.

The dwarves who were inside stepped out into the spring air of the forest of golden bamboo, hornbeam, ash, chestnut, oak and many a other tree. Ahead of them rose a steep hill, its top rather barren.

They led the wagon up the slope to get a better view of the surroundings.



The location was perfect.

A central cliff rose above the woods, with only a few stunted trees atop it. The cliff was at the confluence of two rivers that joined in a ravine. A small waterfall could be seen in the south-east. The eastern slope of the hill was sand -- good if the dwarves were to make glass -- and the western slope was composed of claystone with clusters of microcline, gypsum and veins of coal in the form of lignite.

They spotted several mulberry trees down the east slope and, if their eyes didn't betray them, there was silkworm silk to be found here, too. Of course, it was nothing compared to giant cave spider silk, but it was something humans prized very much.

Now, the dwarves needed only dig a space as shelter and to store all their equipment. A temporary hole, mind you, before they would begin work on Seerspire proper.



As Rimtar 'Bobbin' Salveblue began to bark orders, Rakust the Seer suddenly raised his hands. His head jerked and twitched a couple of times unnervingly as his eyes rolled back, the white of them only showing.

Rakust began to speak in a voice that felt as if it was disembodied: it was the eerie voice of the Ancestors speaking.

This is where you shall build your home. This is where you will prove yourselves to us, whether we deem you worthy or whether you shall fail. You shall each have your chance to oversee labor and citizen alike. You shall each have a chance to prove your mettle, the voice of the Ancestors proclaimed.

First it will be up to 'Bobbin' to oversee, for gathering a group and riding a wagon is no way to prove one's worthiness. But now 'Bobbin' can show what she is made of, and that we wait to see. When we see it fit, 'Bobbin' will step down -- unless she gives up of her own accord, proving herself weak and incapable -- and we will choose a new overseer, the Ancestors said through the Seer with a strictness and seriousness that should not be taken lightly.

The Seer then walked to 'Bobbin', placed his hands on her shoulders and continued with a voice the others did not hear, Be warned, young one. For during your time as overseer you shall face deceit.

The ancestors went silent after those words, and Rakust was soon back to his normal non-possessed Seer-self.

It was time to get to work.






24th Granite, 275

Is it sealed! IS IT SEALED! 'Bobbin' yelled in panic to the dwarves as she looked at Mebzuth who was lying on the ground, wincing in pain and holding the toes of her right foot.

It's sealed alright! Can't you see the bloody boulders in front of you? The--AGH--Damn, I think my toes are broken, Mebzuth grumbled and moaned from the floor. That stinking piece of filth came out of nowhere! I think it gave Etur a solid whacking, too. I heard them bones crack.

Granite was barely over and the first trial had arrived.




There had been a sighting of an undead goshawk in the sky early on, and Bmbul had a small scuffle with it when he was fishing (despite clear orders not to). Nothing he couldn't handle: a solid punch and the half-rotted bird of prey was propelled away.

But this was different.

This was a large monster that had crawled from the stream, its bloated form half-covered in scales, half in flabby skin: a river troll.



Digging the stores and shelter was not finished and most of the equipment and goods were still in the wagon when it came. It sent the dwarves packing quickly underground -- though not before Mebzuth and Etur were injured -- for this was something they were not capable of handling. Not the least bit at all.

So they sealed themselves in. For now.

Unfortunately, this meant sealing most of the livestock outside, and to be massacred by the troll.

And if the dead came back as undead here, as it seemed, this was going to be a serious problem.





A temporary infirmary was set up in a small nook with a sand floor. This was intended to be the dormitory, but since there was no wood, there were no beds. Sleeping on sand and bare rock was not going to do good for the mood of the dwarves in the long run.

For now they held it together.



Thkut the Jeweler was tasked to be responsible for the wounded and assigned the position of Chief Medical Dwarf, as per tradition was the title. There was currently no need for an artisan, but need for somebody -- even one with no skill -- to tend to the injured.



Gaining access to water proved to be easy: a passage was dug to the river to fetch water for the patients. It was sealed with a door and hatch. Hopefully it would be enough to keep unwanted visitors out.

'There, that wasn't so bad. Quick thinking there, Bobbin,' the Overseer proudly thought to herself. 'No one died and the wounds might heal with time. But I don't know how, how we will manage to get things done with this few hands at work...'

Yet, the immediate matters were now dealt with. There was plenty of drink and food (especially after the pony that ran in was butchered) for the time being, but a continued source of sustenance needed to be secured...

Of course, there were always the dogs, if food became scarce.

And then there were the cats, too... But unlike dogs, they kept the rats at bay.

Still, in the long run access to the wagon needed to be regained, for it held all the seeds they had brought with them.

Bobbin was not at all sure she would succeed in such a venture. She was one to dishearten easily, but in circumstances like this one, well, it felt like all her hopes had been crushed in one fell river troll swoop.






As the dwarves toiled under the surface, making plans on how to reclaim their wagon, unbeknownst to them a foul weather crept towards them: a cloud of blighted ash had drifted into the Forests of Naughtiness from the east, making its way through the woods.







This is no way for a dwarf to drink, Thkut Curlclasps said to himself as he wiped his mouth and beard. Water of all things -- for Osod's sake! And without a well! Disgusting!

Thkut, the Chief Medical Dwarf, was outside at the river bank while the rest were still holed up inside.

Let us think on that for a second: Thkut was outside. OUTSIDE. He was not supposed to be outside. No. He was supposed to be INSIDE. Like the rest.

What had happened, one might think?

Well, we can only guess... But the likely reason has to do with the water source.



For you see, the open access to the river was deemed too risky. Something could creep in silence out of the river -- like another river troll, for instance -- and head straight in when nobody was watching the door.

So a more secure water source was dug. A deep cistern filling from the river, the inflow secured with stone fortifications and grates.

It was a good and clean source for water, and mayhaps even fish.

However, apparently building it was not so safe. It was likely that when the old water source was being sealed or the intake channeled, Thkut had wandered in his thoughts to fetch water for the patients.

And noticed that there is no more flooring where there used to be.

Grabbing hold of the cliff, clinging for his life as the stream rushed below him, he must have climbed up, up onto the hill in panic. Instead of doing the wise thing and climbing back inside.

But we might never know the true reason for why Thkut was at the river bank, flocks of undead raven swarming the skies and an animated barn owl corpse giving the dwarf a spook. It would be up to him to tell the story if he ever made it back inside alive.



Fortunately for Thkut, work on a side passage was complete. It had been originally intended as an attempt to sneak out and fell a tree or two on the west slope. Wood was desperately needed for the infirmary: beds, crutches and splints.

It was unlikely that the attempt would succeed without attracting attention, but it something had to be tried.

But now the focus had shifted to getting Thkut inside ere the undead came aware of the way in.



Alas! Thkut was too slow!

The river troll, who by this time had died and risen as an undead river troll, heard the sounds. It lurched with incredible speed down the slope and into the passage.

But it got trapped between two doors. Perhaps all hope was not lost?



The Ancestors and Fate were on Thkut's side. He made it inside, but not before trying to foolishly head in through the main staircase -- which was sealed. He was lucky that the swarms of undead that had grown outside did not get him.

He barred the door behind him. At first it seemed he was trapped, but at least out of immediate danger. From beyond the door in front of him he heard the muffled growls and wails of the reanimated river troll.

But he also heard the sound of a pick hammering stone: the others were on their way. He would be saved.

It was at that moment when he remembered that he, too, carried a pick.






1st Hematite, 275
The Journal of Rimtar 'Bobbin' Salveblue

It should be summer by now. We are still unable to leave the safety and comfort of the rock. The world above is shut from us. We have no seeds to sow, no plant to brew, no wood to work. Mebzuth is still lying on the cold sand floor of the infirmary. She is beginning to complain due to being refused alcohol and given only water.

Things are not looking bright, but we are still safe. How long will it last, I know not. I am feeling more and more that I might not have been the right choice by the Ancestors. But surely they could not have been wrong, could they? This must be their way to test us, to make us struggle for our survival and future. To be prove ourselves to be able to build anew a kingdom worthy of the days of old.

Yet, sometimes I feel the Ancestors are merely toying with us. Laughing their beards off at our misery.

I try to shrug off such thoughts. Such heresy. Now my thoughts return to the warning the Seer gave me before my trial began: 'you shall face deceit'.

Deceit... Deceit...

Why did Thkut go outside? Was it an accident? On purpose? He has been awfully silent about it. Mayhaps it was a trick? A trap. Deception. Perhaps Thkut is trying to befoul this venture of ours? To lead us to ruin? Is he alone in this? Or is he working on someone's behalf?

I must keep a close eye on him. In case my suspicions prove to be true. Let us hope that is not the case.






20th Hematite, 275

Look, it was only a raven, Stsost Hellstrap said to the other dwarf. Perhaps it was dead and flying, but it was still just a raven.

Two dwarves stood under the boughs of sallow trees, looking up the hill. On the top they saw the wagon, but there was no sign of life. There was only sign of... Unlife.

A rotting horse carcass lumbered on the slopes, its jerking movements quite comical. Though it was far from anything to joke of: something of that size could make quick work of any, say, foolish dwarves who decide it is a good idea to migrate into a haunted forest.

You're right, I guess, Zutthan, the other dwarf said. I'm feeling quite good in any case. Let's just stick here for now. I'm sure the Certain Tombs will soon show their beards... Say, what's taking Tulon, rith and the others so long?

Little did these fools know that there was no entry into Seerspire for now. They would have to fend for themselves.

They were unlikely to survive.






Indeed, it did not take long for unnature to run its course and all the new arrivals lay dead...

Well, they didn't actually 'lay dead', for their bodies began soon to shudder and move, so they were more accurately like 'moving dead'.

But the ground was splattered in their blood, teeth and other body parts, at the very least.





However, soon the undead dwarves were trapped in a passage with lockable doors. The winding passage led into a chamber, which currently had an undead river troll in it.

They had been lured into the chamber by a dog the dwarves put there.

For they had come up with a cunning plan that had to work...



*CRUSH!*

The wall came down on the troll, smashing it into oblivion.

This would be done over and over, again and again until all the undead were disposed of.

It was slow, tedious, but effective. An old dwarven tactic that rarely failed.



However, the life of a dog was not the only cost: Thkut was lost in the process.

It had to be that Osod, the god of death and suicide, had bestowed a suicidal tendency on Thkut, for once again he chose to run out into danger instead of inside into safety.

Needless to say it is horrifying what the animated rotting carcass of a horse can do to a dwarf.






In the end it was Bmbul who saved the day.

Bmbul, who was now manager and bookkeeper, was the only one who dared venture out when it was deemed that enough of the undead had been culled. It would have been quicker to unload the wagon with all hands, but it was far too risky.

So before the Overseer resorted to lottery, Bmbul volunteered. And he succeeded.

He did not bring everything back. Only the plump helmet spawn and Thkut's pick for now. Those were deemed the most valuable items. Everything else could wait longer.



Not only did Bmbul head to the wagon: he felled a horse chesnut tree next to the side passages.

At least some wood could be accessed now. Things were starting to look a bit brighter despite the many fumblings of Bobbin as Overseer of Seerspire.






1st Limestone, 275
The Journal of Rimtar 'Bobbin' Salveblue

Praise the Ancestors!

Our time here does not appear as brief as but only weeks ago. There is still some faint light and hope in this grimness surrounding us, but we have fought hard for it. Our livestock we have mostly lost, much of our equipment still lays in the wagon, but now at least our fields are sown. Plump helmets will grow. And from them wine will flow.

Bmbul's outstanding bravery in the face of imminent death by masceration, laceration and what-not the dead have at their disposal saved us. I know not if he fully grasped how dangerous it was outside, but his confidence in his skills proved true. I must commend him, and surely the Ancestors must have seen how he deftly ran up the hill, the dead ravens soaring above him, swooping down at him as he ran back with seeds and pick in hand, dodging the winged undead, barely making it in before they got to him.



It was his bravery that gave me strength to head out myself and gather the wood we need. It was not as great a feat, but one certainly requiring more courage than I thought I had in me. Maybe it was the Ancestors giving me strength, maybe it was a deathwish from Osod? Only the Seer knows and he has not spoken with the voice of the ancients since we came here.

Regardless, both Mebzuth and Etur are now on the way to recovery. I took the position of Chief Medical Dwarf after Thkut fled to his doom. I may never know whether he was trying to deceive us, to cause our destruction. It might be that I misinterpreted the signs of treachery. Deception might still approach from somewhere else, either from within or from without.

But now, finally, work can begin properly and I intend to lay the foundations of Seerspire still before I step down and pass the mantle -- unless, of course, the Ancestors require me to do it before so.



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Had quite a few close calls there. I'm surprised I lost only one dwarf (excluding the migrants for whom there was no hope) and that was due to typical dorfy behaviour: instead of running back, you run straight to danger when spooked by the dead.

I'll play at least until the first year is over. Shouldn't take too long, but you never know with this kind of embark...

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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #13 on: October 06, 2023, 11:59:31 pm »

nice embark

the large number of side passages and hidden doors will serve our dwarves well as they scramble to survive against the oncoming hordes. and this entrance crusher appears sufficient, for now..

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Why did Thkut go outside? Was it an accident? On purpose? He has been awfully silent about it. Mayhaps it was a trick? A trap. Deception. Perhaps Thkut is trying to befoul this venture of ours? To lead us to ruin? Is he alone in this? Or is he working on someone's behalf?

Thikut, may he rest in peace, was somewhat foolhardy and definitely of poor judgement. But what climbing skills!
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Re: Seerspire - The Trial of Spirits [Haunted Community Fort DF04705]
« Reply #14 on: October 07, 2023, 03:53:54 am »

nice embark

It is!

Though to be fair, I did use Region Manipulator to give a few extra z-levels of hill to the middle, but nothing drastic.

As a note, the blighted ash we're having on the map seems to fortunately only stick to a small northeast corner where there's another evil biome overlapping ours, so it probably won't be a big problem unless some migrants or other visitors happen to come through that spot.

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the large number of side passages and hidden doors will serve our dwarves well as they scramble to survive against the oncoming hordes. and this entrance crusher appears sufficient, for now..

Just need to remember to keep close track of which doors are forbidden and which are not. Certainly won't be a problem with more than one Overseer?

I usually avoid using crushing halls (feels too exploity), but it was all I could think of how to get out of this mess.

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Thikut, may he rest in peace, was somewhat foolhardy and definitely of poor judgement. But what climbing skills!

I'm still uncertain HOW Thkut got outside, but I'm betting on the scenario I described. He could have of course dropped into the water, but it's unlikely a unskilled dwarf could've swam that distance.
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