Dwarf Fortress Succession Game III:Jawmetal

It's Dwarf Fortress. There is no Til Death Do Us Part line. There's the "The first one to die will come back and drag the other with them" line.

Might as well post my dorf:

edited 3rd Jul '13 11:04:59 AM by LordofLore

I tried to quote you in my sig, Journeyman, but it's too long. I would make lewd comments but the sig was chopped off at the end until it fit, so for everybody's sake let us back away slowly from this entire fiasco.

Yeah, if anyone has asked me to get info on their dorf and hasn't recieved a reply, could you resend your request please? I've kinda lost track of whose messages I've replied to and whose I haven't, because I got kinda swamped in P Ms.

Now I am really wondering what "Adstukos" means.

I only ask that you make me a legendary brewsmith, and kill off everybody else in the fort that has any skill at all in brewing. I feel that this is not too much to ask.

Yes, Indeed. This is quite reasonable. So reasonable, in fact, that I must quote it.

Nvm it's too long and TV Tropes won't let me.

edited 3rd Jul '13 1:46:36 PM by Azreal341

Casepllar Otunguzol has been quite content lately. He was caught in the rain recently.

He is the son of Lumul Bustvoice and Urvad Giltstones. He is a casual worshipper of Limul (notice that's the same name as his mom).

He is one year old, born on the 16th of Opal in the year 254. He is muscular. His veryu long sideburns are neatly combed. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His hair is clean-shaven. His teeth are gapped. His aquamarine eyes are slightly protruding. His ears have small lobes. His skin is copper.

He is strong and quick to heal, but he is flimsy and quite susceptible to disease.

Caspellar Otunguzol likes horn silver, billon, amethyst, clear glass, shields, and cave blobs for their bright orange color. When possible he prefers to consume giant bushmaster, steelhead trout, and river spirits. He absolutely detests blood gnats.

He has a good feel for social relationships and a feel for music, but he has a shortage of patience, a questionable spatial sense and very bad analytical abilities.

He is comfortable in social situations. He is very active. He is open-minded to new ideas. He is put off by authority and tradition. He is not easily moved to pity. He has a sense of duty. He tenses up when he's nervous. He stammers when he's annoyed. He needa alcohol to get through the working day.

A short sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

Thank you Arch.

edited 3rd Jul '13 5:11:06 PM by Caspellaer

Ringsea Dumatdustik has been happy lately. She has been haunted by the dead latrely. She dined in a legendary dining room recently...blah blah blah. She is married to Ducim Wheelgranite. She is a citizen of the Ecru Road. She is a member of the Permanent Town. She iss a former member of The Infamous Doors. She is a former member of the Bust of Noses. She arrived in Jawmetal on the 12th of Slate in the year 254. She is eighty-nine years old born on the 1st of Granite in the year 166. She is average in size, her hair is clean shaven, her teeth are gapped, her aquamarine eyes have slightly large irises. Her nose is short. Her skin is pale brown. Ringsea Dumatdustik likes native aluminium, iron, moss opal, mandrill leather, earings, and giant hamsters for their puffy cheeks. When possible, she prefers to consume bushmaster, glasseye, and mead. She absolutely detests worms. She has a deep well of patience and a great affinity for language, and iron will, very good intuation, and a good kinesthetic sense, but she has an iffy memory, meager creativity, and very bad anayltical abilities. She is comfortable in social situations. She is very friendly. She has a fertile imagination. She is trusting. She is immodest. She doesn't go out of her way to do more work than necessary. She is occasionally given to procrastination. She needs alcohol to get through the day. A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

I sound lazy. My reign shall be glorious.

Your reign will be interesting?

I'm a year old.

If we could mod the game I'd ensure that your two year old self would be a worker.

I'm just looking forward to my dorf going insane from her dead husban's ghost bothering her and causintg something epic to occurs.

@Caspellar: You'll be three years old or so when it's your turn to take the reigns.

So here's an update.

- Log of Archereon Gemsittirst, commander of the Jawmetal Militia, 6th Slate 254:

Allow me to preface this entry by letting it be known that I am a farmer by trade and upbringing, nothing more, and nothing less. I have never been a soldier, and only vaguely know how to handle a weapon. So it came as a rather big surprise this morning when Overseer Infinitus—I absolutely refuse to use that ridiculously grandiose title he's given himself—suddenly declared that I was to be the militia commander of this burgeoning fort.

To start from the beginning, I was hard at work alongside about two dozen others smoothing the walls and floors of the cavern Arcan Genth and the other miners dug out for the palace the Overseer ordered built. Despite being fully aware that only a handful of us knew a thing about stoneworking, Infinitus decided we weren't working fast enough, and barging into the work site declaring that, as a consequence for our "laziness", a full tenth of the workforce was to be executed immediately. Naturally, a number of the workers took offense to that, and came at him like a pack of enraged badgers, at which point I suppose it occurred to the bastard that Jawmetal has—or rather had—no militia to carry out this threat, or keep the angry mob he'd just stirred up from beating him to a bloody pulp. In between dodging fists, carving tools, and the occasional rock, he noticed that I was just standing there.

"You there!" He said. I looked up, trying not to grimace...

edited 4th Jul '13 9:02:00 AM by Archereon

We're going to have a three year old lead us? The priests probably figured out somehow that he REALLY IS Caspeller reincarnated then, didn't they?

But more than half of our dwarves are atheists!

Then the baby killed a Goblin and everyone was OK with him leading. He's the Dwarfiest dwarf in the fort.

Log of Edmund Morullisat, 6th Slate 254:

Bah! That asshole Infinitus and his lousy demands. He's recently enlisted a militia. I wonder how long that will last before someone offs him. If I were thirty years younger and had any hammer skills, I'd apply to be hammerer just so I could get a state-sanctioned Hammer and do him in myself! God damn Nobles. Useless piles of shit. Why, my Cisel and I could regale this entire fortress with stories of the incompetence and downright cruelty of the Nobles back in the Crewed Shields. Heh, not even as bad as the ones in the Royal Wheels. Royal Heels is more like it! Assholes the entire lot of them.

Now where did I put that mead. . .? Oh, to Sheol with it. I'm back to counting beans while Cisel sleeps.

And the rest are doom cultists. After all, this IS DF. Look into your heart, you know it to be true! Caspeller is The Dark Messiah who will usher in the Funpocalypse.

I will shift the entire fortress into the production of toys and sugar.

Archereon, I still didn't get the decription for my dwarf. On another note, am I the only one who thinks of Fight Club every time I render fat?

I generally remember Fight Club when I'm telling them to make lye. Though the liposuction place comes to mind when I'm building a tower out of elf soap.

Now to continue the story, the moment the Overseer pointed over at me while backpedaling away from the angry mob he'd stirred up, I knew I was going to be volunteered for something I'd regret. What I didn't expect was what came next.

"Yes you there, what is your name good dwarf?" the Overseer said, somehow managing to keep a level voice despite rapidly running out of floorspace unoccupied by angry dwarves.

"Archereon Gemsittirst." I answered. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have answered truthfully, and at the time, I'd been tempted to give him somebody else's name in the hopes that I might be able to just leave the Overseer to his fate.

"Very well then, Gemsittirist, as the most high and glorious leader of our fortress I hereby declare you commander of the Jawmetal militia. Now execute this ruffians in my glorious name!"

All eyes were on me then. I swallowed, wondering if that awful sewer brew I'd had the previous night was going to be my last drink ever.

I'm not sure whether Infinitus actually expected me to do anything about the mob, unarmed and alone as I was, but I suspect what he was really working for was a distraction, and if that's the case, then he did a pretty good job; almost as one, the mob changes targets, heading straight for me, and giving the Overseer an opportunity to slip away from the chaos. Thankfully, I've got at least some good reputation to draw on among my fellow dwarves, else I'd probably not be sitting here writing this diary in the first place...

Arch, how many book keepers do we have, and am I the main one or some side accountant trying to figure out how many Plump Helmets we'd need for an expedition into Siberia?

You're not a bookeeper, I accidentally mixed you up with another dwarf. That said, you were a bookeeper at one point in time, but I replaced you once you joined the military.

Now, regarding my turn, I'm basically done, but, it'll take a bit to write up the remaining fluff.

I for some reason I'm unable to do that, I'll just upload the save file, and give a summary of what happened during my term as Overseer, which is a big fat not very much; no invasions though a ton of Kobold thieves came through and promptly got chased out, I built a few craftsdwarf workshops, magma forges, and magma smelters after discovering the adamantine (which happened some time in spring) to speed up production, and devoted pretty much everything in the fort to the processing of adamantine* into weapons, with a net result of one 10 man squad fully equipped with adamantine armor and silver warhammers, trained via a danger room I put together in about a month. I also built a palace with a bunch of golden statues everywhere, which is apparently now a legendary statue garden. Oh yeah, and we now have an inner drawbridge between the fortress proper and the trade depot.

• I accomplished this by enabling strand extracting on every dwarf in the fortress who wasn't some sort of metalsmith, miner, or doing something else important, made like a dozen dwarves dedicated furnace operators, and, as said before, added quite a few magma smelters, forges, and craftsdwarf workshops.

edited 6th Jul '13 11:48:46 AM by Archereon

Archeron; Good to go. Post up the link from the file depot when your ready.