New and Returning Readers, please refer to the below LP styled archive.It's all in one place Here's the offloaded save, after the victory of the Soulsmith. It's a few years later.And here's the fortress save, still active
- this cannot be offloaded without special software tools.
Yet another community fortress. Why, you ask? Why not, I say!
In any case, I better preface this with a story.
The following takes place in the Windy Lands, Amethalina.
Captain's Log. First entry.
I lost my last logbook, somewhere in the exploratory shafts. It appears I must start anew.
My prospecting company, The Great Picks, finally set off today. Our prospecting went middling well this winter. I doubt the penpushers will be pleased, but stuff them. Undoubtedly I'll be punished in some way for failing to find riches where there were none.
We still retain much in the way of our supplies. Undoubtedly we'll use them when we set out again, for some other godsforsaken part of the world.
Captain's Log. First of Spring
We crossed the glacier, the Wretched Winter of Jackals, heading east towards home. We figured it a shortcut. We never expected our wagon to break down in the middle, stranding us.
There's no possibility of walking out, its too far, and too cold. We have only our mining equipment. Hopefully we can put something together to survive.
With luck, we won't be stuck here until winter. It's spring now, and still deathly cold. Come winter... I don't even want to think about that.
In this way, I name this place Nist Akath, Fear the Winter!
The map is not encouraging for our survival either.
Luckily, I have a group of good, handpicked dwarves, to assist me.
From here it's up to you guys.
I need six names for six other dwarves.
We'll eventually get immigrants, so if you want a particular gender, let me know, and I will accommodate.
Otherwise, please let me know your job preferences and I will do my best to accommodate.
Answer me these questions three!
What... is your name:
What... is your favoured profession:
What... is your gender?