Dwarf Fortress Succession Game III:Jawmetal

No kidding. Nearly all the deaths happened in that siege. 17 Dwarves in one fell swoop. And all of them were killed by archers. Granted I embellished for entertainment the dwarves kept trying to go out and do things and were dancing back and forth trying to run and do their taks for some reason.

It'd be nice if the dwarves actually ran towards the fortress upon seeing a goblin as well, instead of seeing a full scale invasion just after leaving the gates and deciding to run into the wilderness.

Just got through watching "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey" for the third time. The dwarven city of Erebor is what we should all look to for inspiration when building our mountainhomes.

Really? I always assumed that when making a dwarven fortress, you found Euclid, killed him and used his blood to smear racial slurs all over his geometry.

Well, maybe. I'm not really fond of geometry in the first place, so nothing of value lost there.

No lie, I was slacking off from studying conic sections when I read this.

EDIT: Ignore my stupidity, just checked the wiki. Cool.

I'm loving the fact that the hammerdwarves are slapping the teeth out of people and animals every time they come to bear against something or someone.

edited 2nd Dec '13 12:21:59 PM by vihaKirbonium

We need two more squads of 10. Just so that we have enough to send one squad against every group of goblin uglies.

While the hammer dwarves are pretty impressive they are no where as lethal as the Swords dwarves with their super swords. Hey did Gand finish his turn?

By the way, I am now free to take a turn, if needed.

Felsite 23rd

Just one minor thing before I begin: Edmund Pagenotched has fallen asleep on the garbage disposal bridge. I have grappled with the temptation to send the dwarven avatar of one of our number into magma, and I have succeeded in ignoring it.

Hematite 2nd

Dang! That was the name of one of the trolls that was sent to test out… the new gladiatorial arena. The grates held firm, his makeshift firing squad took aim, and, well, here are the results◊. Maybe now they’ll denigrate themselves into using actual marksdwarfship targets, hm?

Fortunately, the book-keeper led me to the notes of my direct predecessor. As it turned out, the garbage disposal and its accompanying lever had been notarized, after all. I worry about him. War leaves scars, on the body and the soul. He must bear many on both.

Hematite 9th

The trading is complete! Our broker followed my suggestions, and we have made mutual profit off of the deals: we have barrels of sunshine liquor, more red dye and expertly made splints, while they get our spare troll fur quivers and jewelry for men and women alike. To make amends for previous grievances, I even offered them several of our Jawmetal figurines. I guarantee they’ll be back next year to collect the whole set! Though actually, I’m glad to have gotten rid of some of them◊. Not to sound like a whiner, but why is the figurine of the kobold getting shot by me◊? I have plenty of masterwork biscuits just lying around the larders…

Hematite 14th

There are trees growing in the aqueduct. Will that become a problem? A more urgent problem came in the wake of my ban of troll fur goods. Apparently, this means that several of our good fellows will have to give up their sandals or trousers. To remedy this, I’ve mandated the production of locally produced clothing. Guaranteed not to itch, and they can give up their goblin-and-troll-made hand-me-downs when the new ones are done.

Hematite 28th

The firing squads were very helpful. After giving our marksdwarves a reason to fire their crossbows, they’ve become more eager to practice at the outdoor ranges. In doing so, they’ll become both more resilient to sunlight, as well as able to be more careful when they take aim. I don’t know what lies they’ve been reading, but trolls have no vitals in their hands.

Malachite 8th

A pair of raven women landed near the outer bridge. Haulers will be spending days picking their remains up off of the countryside. Speaking of dead things, I’ve finally gotten around to getting rid of that dead giant moth in the dining room’s cage. It must have been there for months.

Malachite 21st

Just a couple of quick events: one of the children took a spill while playing architect. I’m happy that they’re willing to help keep Jawmetal running smoothly, but you’d think they’d have more sense than to stand on the floor tiles they’re pulling up. Then again, their parents would be found calling for help behind wall grates they themselves had installed.

The other thing is that our current mayor and Spearmaster, Onol Voiceglaze, the “Orb of Trammeling”, thinks he’s one of us. He’s been bragging of his military prowess, of how all goblins and elves must die, and now he’s demanded a lay pewter armour stand in his throne room. Not only is that surprisingly specific, but we have no lay pewter. I don’t know how to give him the news.

Galena 8th

The dwarves who have complained of chronic shirtlessness are now happy with the new line of summer and autumnal fashions. The new military squadrons have been adequately equipped, and I plan to bring the Path Finders into the training room, after personally inspecting that they have appropriate headgear, then leading the children and pets outside to wait for them to finish. In the meantime, ghosts keep popping up, but not as quickly as we can put them back down.

Galena 10th

I overheard a rumor that our mayor was asleep in the hospital. I just checked there to find out that the rumor was true. The other day, he saw the all-electrum, glass-and-citrine-studded mausoleum I’d had built, and assumed it was his. We have a surplus of all of those materials, and I wanted to have a plan in case my dwarven avatar ever suffered an obviously preventable death. He’s noticed the occasional noble, military or even craftsdwarf taking executive command for roughly a year each with no election, and I don’t know how to properly explain it all to him.

Galena 17th

These children refuse to listen! They wanted to see their parents “do the training room”, and when I told them to go to the Training Waiting Room, they left the room, only to rush back in. “We left it!” they shouted, as they ran back through the door.

Jawmetal needs a public school.

Galena 18th

The human caravan has arrived! Unfortunately, their wagons refused to cross the trap-strewn entryway. Dismantling all of them would take far too long, and now I worry about the autumn, Dwarven caravan. As it’s too late for one and too early for the other, I’ll peek in on the depot. But first, I’m going to give those children exactly what they asked for:

I’ll put the Path Finders in the arena, with a pair of cave crocodiles on the other side of the grates. Once the children have run off, I’ll pull the lever and let them duke it out.

Galena 25th

It’s been over a week, and Besmar, our broker, still hasn’t gotten around to his paramount duty when there are bins to push. My trade report will have to wait until autumn. As for the fighting reports, the children ran off safely while the adults chopped off legs and heads with their steel and adamantine axes. A kobold managed to navigate our traps, but stumbled and fell into a cage trap after receiving a bolt to the leg. I was relieved to have had such a smooth summer, and will begin my autumn report just as soon as our broker will actually begin brokering deals.

edited 3rd Dec '13 3:07:27 PM by GandAandR

Yeah, there are complaints about not getting through, but somehow or another a donkey or something makes it through, and that's enough.

If nobody's made a Dwarven Public School by the time I get there, I'll make one. Three R's - Magma, Terror, and 4/7 Water.

But that motto has four r's in it.

And now an Azreal.

I'm helping improve Dwarven Education, YAY!

Meh, if you're not adverse to slight modding of the raws, my turn WILL involve Dwarven farming education.

In the last Fort, I put in a small mod to have cats trained as warbeasts. It was so close to the end, though, that nobody really noticed. If you're looking to do something USEFUL, however, that might be an uphill battle.

edited 4th Dec '13 10:14:34 PM by Condorito

I'm looking to see what indoors labor shortages we have so I can give everyone a +1 to it, disable it in the non-dedicated adults, and let the children take up the slack like real children did back in those days.

Before anyone mods anything make sure you let us know before hand.

I just let you know beforehand. If we have children a-plenty, and shortages in labor at certain spots, I'm adding a +1 boost to that industry so the children get involved. Unless it's an outdoors job, then I'll pick an indoors one to do it to, and shift adults over instead.

So... that kobold thief used to be good at his job until he took an arrow to the knee?

-has durza thrown into the volcano-

[Puts Durza in the MAGMA CON CARNE] Looks like things just got... heated up.

Limestone 1st

The trading is done. We traded some of our empty cages, native dishes and souvenirs for thread, goods not commonly found in the area, and plenty of fish. My poached salmon on a bed of valley herbs is positively masterful. I also want to sample some kangaroo cheese. We did pick up some lay pewter, but not enough to build an armour stand, unless our mayor is happy with one that is pocket-sized.

-Addendum- I approached Olon with the issue, and he asked why the humans were allowed to leave alive for… the inability of their wagons to cross the layers of traps that were designed to be all but impassable. I detected the smell of rat weed on him, which he admitted to consuming after a full minute's pause. I chalked it up to framerate lag.

I won’t bother to deal with the traps to let the mountainhome’s caravans in, since winter might be the better time for it.

Limestone 11th

This is embarrassing. I recall the time the Path Finders chopped apart one of the cave crocodiles, so I sent them after the last remaining one (after they had executed the kobold thief I wrote about earlier). One of the recruits had his arm bitten right off, after forgetting to put on his full suit of armour. This wasn’t an ambush; the entire squadron had enough time to get themselves ready, so this was completely preventable! Our mayor, of course, blamed me for this new military recruit’s over-eagerness to kill. He’s still demanding that pewter stand, by the way, despite his complaints that I haven’t done as much to improve Jawmetal as the other “busybodies” before me. I pointed to our racks of new clothes, which he insultingly dismissed as “unable to stop a copper spear thrust”.

Limestone 20th

I add this, because it may be of interest to some of you: a kobold was actually Blown Across the Room◊, or rather, outdoors. In labour news, I recently found that the mayor had no labours enabled in his prerogative. The nobles have agreed with me to get him to do more work around here; he replied by claiming that he’s exempt from it, having “saved Jawmetal from a billion goblins” even though the records show it not to be true.

Limestone 27th

Two of our miners have given birth to boys. Someone’s been taking those contraceptives out of the well water, or telling our men not to put them on, or some other issue.

Sandstone 7th

One of our gem setters, Urdim Shellrelics, has been possessed! Not by one of us, either! This can only mean one thing, and I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished so that it can be safely stored behind thick glass.

Sandstone 13th

That was surprisingly fast! Torchmoral, the Boulders of Deciding◊ is a mug, made of and expertly decorated with a singular expression of pyrite. It’s a moving commentary on the lack of moral reasoning in modern politics; especially timely, considering what’s happening here. Just be careful not to drink out of it. Between arsenic poisoning and potentially acidifying any water that’s put in it, it may also double as a sickening practical joke upon those who demand brilliant public artworks for their personal use.

Sandstone 17th

I forgot! The human caravan had left a month ago, and I forgot to send their general off with them! Mayor Olon was actually angry with me over the fact that I refuse to sign him over so that he could personally bite the captive’s throat out or stab him with a spear. He’s demanded that I step down for stone-walling him, while attempting to discredit my attempts to stop the dwarves from big game hunting Kea women.

Timber 7th

Today, I finally decided to try it. As an extra precaution, I hung a sign marked “Out of Order” on the lever, and took a nap of my own on the garbage disposal bridge. In actuality, it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be, what with the rotting garbage on it, though I did enjoy the warmth of the magma below in the cool autumn night. Curses; if I had been this inspired last winter, I could have designed a system of pumps to bring magma to and from a system of pipes and tunnels underneath the bedchambers by now!

Timber 14th

The enemy is upon us! I really was hoping a year could go by without an attack. I have not let a single death occur during my year, and I’m not about to let one start now!

Initial reports have come up with bow- and marksgoblins, several wielding hammers, and one with an axe. I don’t like the sound of that. Fortunately, with both towers fully constructed, the Shot Trouble can reload safely from behind its crennelations, firing from higher ground. If any of them get past our unnecessarily numerous glass disc traps, our hand-to-hand combat squadrons can remove any of their remaining limbs.

Timber 17th

The forces are approaching… More to come later…

First blood to us! Well, not counting all the perforated farm rabbits. The traps have caged a few of them, shredding the unarmoured hands and feet of others. Meanwhile, the marauding trolls have stupidly gathered near the floodgate until one decided to smash through it. They were then flushed away. Unfortunately, there were too many targets and not enough experience, leading to a few injuries on the parts of our marksdwarves; the melee squadrons charged forth, by which time the goblins now had the disadvantage of numbers. Stabbings and smashings ensued, with our mayor bragging to Urza about how he had twice as many confirmed kills (though in that battle, he only ended up repeatedly stabbing one already-dying troll).

All in all, the battle only lasted for a few hours, once it had begun. Once their trolls had walked right into our trap (note to self: have that floodgate replaced), and after their archers were wiped out, their reserve forces scattered and the day was won. No dwarven fatalities, I might add. Though one Udil Tranceboats, expert marksdwarf who had taken a minor wound to one forearm, looked at all the stricken pet rabbits and wept.

Timber 25th

The caravan never arrived. Perhaps it had been waylaid by the goblins. In any case, the wounded have been recovered and disinfected, anything of troll fur will be incinerated, and for some reason we have troll hands wedged in the north tower’s arrow slits. Nobody seems inclined to clean the blood off of anything. A kobold has been spotted stabbing a wandering stray kitten (whom nobody had been free enough to safely cage), and three uninjured marksdwarves are in pursuit.

Meanwhile, Olon has been calling me incompetent, and blaming that on our injuries received, our adorable pet rabbits who were killed by goblin arrows, and the actually true fact that I’m not sure how to stop our reservoir from spilling. I hate having to dump issues upon successors, but I don’t know of any other way than to let the whole thing empty, slap on another floodgate, then try to re-fill it somehow. Perhaps from an aquifer? Well, I’m not going to make things worse by my actual area of ignorance. Olon has decided that he’s now in charge, while our oligarchy will actually have Caspallaer taking over for me. I entrust you with Jawmetal (for real, this time), having had no regrets and having done the best I possibly could. Also, the next time mayor Olon decides to take a nap on the incinerator bridge, do be careful, would you?

http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=8197 Here it is. I have copied, not cut, the files, and made sure to send the copies here. If something goes wrong, I can send them again. Since the invasion happened right at the end of my turn, blame the goblins.

Don't tell us, "Don't get invaded"; tell them, "Don't invade".

edited 6th Dec '13 8:45:13 AM by GandAandR