Overlording the Underworld
I'm sure if dead babies in real life had ghosts that cooed and accepted cuddling from their moms, there'd be a steady stream of moms willing to cuddle and coo to the disembodied essences of their dearly departed babies.
Taken to a far enough conclusion, that is both terrifying and depressing.
So I'm not gonna think about it.
I hope the wife brings me caffiene soon. Happy New Year, all you idiots stuck at work, slacking off at work.
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War
(;_;) She's saying goodbye....
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Bite me condo. :P
How is the fort coming along?
Who watches the watchmen?Turn's almost up. I'll probably finish tomorrow. Have to go experience !!X Xcooking XX!! tonight. Buddy of mine's ENAMORED with sous vide.
I've ripped out almost all of the workshops except for the furnaces, the wood industry, the food/booze industries, and the clothing industries. Even then, we're running out of dwarves.
I would recommend for the next Overseer to disband one of the squads, and put them back in the general populous. My personal preference would be to have mixed squads, but everybody worked so hard on making all the single squads so homogeneous that I just couldn't break that up. We've had no Goblin sightings, at all. The worst thing we've had to deal with was the Kobold thief. If that last dwarven caravan didn't trigger an invasion, nothing will.
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War
Overlording the Underworld
Since we're not going spelunking, if we've run out of invasion material I'd say we've reached the stage where we need to focus on making Fortress-destroying mega projects.
I'd say give it three more turns and see what comes up.
A few last things before my turn ends, as useful notes:
- I made a metal craftsdwarf, and am currently re-melting everything that's not Masterwork. It'll result in a net loss of copper, but I thought that copper would be one of the easier metals to find lying around the wasted battlefields of dead goblins. I was wrong.
- If anybody wants to make trade goods, I'd recommend making them out of glass or earthenware, to avoid running out of resources. Earthenware doesn't have as high a value as glass, but you can crank out a lot of both on a hurry, with the clay and glass collection sites nearby. Also, all those earthenware pots that I made need to be glazed with Ash before they can be used for drinks/sold to elves.
- I wanted to class up the place, but was stymied in almost every turn. I'm going to devote the rest of my turn to finding the crappiest "built" items in various rooms, and dumping them, and replacing them with better items. The Mason's shop is set up to only take expert crafters, so you shouldn't have any problem pumping out masterwork statues, whatever. I would like a fortress where people can still be ecstatic after their kids, spouses, best friends, and pets all get Rotpar'd simultaneously.
On a related topic, getting tang'd looks a lot like what happens in the game when somebody gets lava'd.
- Somebody figure out how to stop the dwarf babies from all being engravers? I have several palatial bedrooms set up, that I would love to engrave with the prettiest of the pretty designs, but I cannot do that, because of the dang kids. Y'all are lucky I didn't switch on MAGMA CON CARNE, even in its weakened state, just to be rid of the kiddies.
- We have a LOT of food. And a LOT of drink. And a LOT of food and drink that has not been processed yet. We can put the entire fort onto food production, and still have random drifts of plump helmet barrels laying around. A lot of it got processed, but there's still room for more. Sell off the worst of the food for trade goods, both because krutz it, we're too good to eat that swill, and krutz it, they're not good enough to eat our not-swill.
- Can we let the Goblin General go? I kinda want to release him, so we get some Fun back.
edited 2nd Jan '14 9:33:49 AM by Condorito
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War19 Opal, 262:
Kikrost Earthpulled has begun a mysterious construction. It's made of bone, so if I get my skull throne I'm gonna be alright with that.
And Etur Libaddomas succumbed to infection. Way to be, Phoenixator. Two more babies were born though, so net gain?
I'm ready for our pasture animals to quit dying in the hallways. Almost makes me wish not buying their emaciated carcasses.
Kikrost created Smearbalance, a rhyolite amulet.
This is a rhyolite amulet. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is encrusted with rectangular rhyolite cabochons, decorated with highwood and encircled with bands of octagon cut pipe opals and round brilliant cut almandines. This object menaces with spikes of morion, copper, and red zircon.
On the item is a picture of Tun Nobletour the dwarf and Athathi Takestand the Domination of Nuts the giant in goat bone. Athathi Takestand the Domination of Nuts is striking down Tun Nobletour. The artwork relates to the killing of Tun Nobletour by the giant Athathi Takestand the Domination of Nuts in The Lined Hill in 57.
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
I think the Goblin General was executed back in my turn. Check the menus under U to see if he is still alive. I am fairly certain though he is dead and gone.
Who watches the watchmen?
Overlording the Underworld
Undo all the other engravers for a moment. Burrow all the kids in a nice big space with lots of room to engrave, and set them to work on that. Then set engraving bedrooms outside the burrow, and flip on the other engravers. Burrow those other engravers away from the children, so they don't try to help engrave the playroom.
Still Kickin'
I went through the thread another time, looking for all known dorf requests, and continued/expanded Journeyman's list
. There was also a lot of stuff added to the Tropes page, so check that out sometime.
Whether anyone has been dorfed or not comes from Condorito's report here, Durza's background check here, and reading through the thread in general (unchecked boxes are those I did not see any mention beyond asking for dorfing, and the number following the name is the post number I got the info from). Note that they may not even still be alive; and those that died and were re-dorf'd may not still have the same occupation (ie viha Kirbonium). Most of us are still here, as seen in Condorito's screenshots, though:
WALL O' TEXT note
As for my dorf's descriptions, HARRY POTTER JOKE GOES HERE and will be interesting to roleplay for. Otherwise, I've just got some stuff to ask for clarity's sake:
- In reference to this, what's The Red Carpet?
- Do we not have a trope for a warriors' dying of old age in a culture that considers dying in battle the greatest honor?
- Did the volcano/fortress as a whole ever get a nickname? GandAandR proposed "The Ceiling of Heat" for the former, and there were a number for the fortress, but nothing referred to after the first few pages of the thread.
edited 2nd Jan '14 6:39:16 PM by Hyokai
Since people act differently when they know they're being watched, piety is the best form of madness for getting through life.15 Obsidian, 262:
A vile force of darkness has arrived!
Oh. Kruzting good. I was starting to get worried that we were running low on vile. And darkness.
Forces, we have a'plenty.
I'm pretty much gonna be a jerk, and leave this for the next person in line. Nobody's rushing the gate - except for those trolls. Poor trolls.
Two down, a hoopin' metric krutzton to go. Three trolls. Lots more.
There's only one troll that made it inside. Into the loving hands of my warriors still training in the courtyard.
And one of the dwarves gets a bright idea to actually shoot an arrow at one of the goblins.
Uh, someobdy should probably help ol' Kikrost there. A troll just bent his leg backwards.
My completely my plan is working! All those stray rabbits are being used as decoys while our military musters!
A goblin walks into our traps, and all that's left of him is a head (badly bruised), a neck, and an upper and lower torso. Grisly. Almost as grisly as what's happening to Kikrost.
And now Durza's arrived. And parts start flying in arcs everywhere.
Somebody's finally decided that pulling the lever is the best thing they can do when the fortress is about to be overrun. I would like to emphatically agree with them.
And just as the lever is about to be pulled, it would appear Asen Spellgirder the Blockade of Rope and Durza Chasmcloister, the Copper Pack of Fondling, have decided to take on the entirety of the advancing hoarde back to back. Oh goody.
Just to the North of the drawbridge is absolutely grisly. The goblins get peppered by bolts from everybody in the courtyard, and when they do make it down, Durza and Asen chew them up. So far there hasn't been much of a need for the cage traps.
Durza has developed a habit of throat punching that is serving the Certainly Not A Demon well. :)
And now they're going on the warpath. It's not enough to defend the bridge - they must take on an army single-handedly.
Although it would look like Durza is being more methodical and determined in his killing of goblins, the Blockade of Rope is toying with them - removing the arms and legs off of a goblin one chunk at a time, while 'guarding Durza's back' and letting him take on three goblins alone with his spear.
Now they are both playing with their victims.
It is magnificent, but it is not war.
And Asen Spellgirder has fallen back into the courtyard - and safety. Durza is left alone, supported by a lone hunter and his bolts.
And it turns out that there's a secret path along the edge! Asen didn't fall all the way down, and is engaging the enemy! And Durza followed him! They're attacking from behind, while the main force that was ruined by Durza and his spear lays helpless, getting shot with bolt after bolt!
The two seem intent on seeing how far they can go to recreate Thermopylae. In this current stage of the battle, its 8-vs-2, and Asen had already killed one of them.
And like Thermopylae, it could not last. Asen has been wounded. Durza has again been knocked over the edge, leaving Asen to 18-to-1 odds. Nobody will pull the lever, for they are scared off by the same enemies that the two heroes are currently fighting. Asen knew what he must do. He led over half the force on a wild goose chase up the side of the mountain, while Durza brutally dealt with the rest. The adamantine armor that kept him alive barely weighing him down as he tried desperately to keep the attention on him, instead of the heavily outnumbered Durza.
It was the 22nd of Obsidian before anybody opened the gate. Afterwards it was all cleanup.
Asen died on the way up.
And on the first day of Spring, Kivish Regmuthkat Bekartosidishen, Axe Lord, died of old age.
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/WarHere's the file. Let me know if you have any troubles opening it:
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=8279
The Red Carpet was a euphanism for the KFC, by the way.
edited 2nd Jan '14 8:46:02 PM by Condorito
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/WarDon't all respond at once, here.
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Ok So who all had there turn? Because there was some turn swapping.
Who watches the watchmen?
Possibly Demonic
And so, Durza was a hero. Until he started killing babies again.
Your malevolence knows no bounds. I absolutely love it – viha Kirbonium.
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
So is it Durza's turn?
Do I have do angry Tuefel Fiat?
Who watches the watchmen?
Possibly Demonic
I think it's Ringsea or Bladebound's turn now, barring them having already decided to skip.
Also, I wrote this just after reading Condorito's last entry for his turn, but it's more an example of how I imagine my dwarf would act than anything else.
It’s the twenty fifth of Obsidian. I’m out in the sun, even though there’s nothing to kill. Frankly, I’ve a little bored. Sure, Asen was a top notch girl, and a great axedwarf, but we’ve been standing at the spot where I said she died for at least three minutes now, and Fath still doesn’t seem to want to move. I think I felt something similar when Solon died, but at least I had the decency to find where she died by myself, and not ask someone with better things to do to show it to me. I even told him beforehand that I couldn’t be sure where she went down, what with being attacked by a horde of goblins and all, but he’s staring at this random spot about halfway up the volcano like it means something to him. Maybe it’s not even him I’m annoyed at. It’s probably just all those other little things, like them locking me outside the gates when I tried to save Kikrost, and how Asen tried to leave me to die when she saw who it was that she was coming to help, and the way that everyone in the fortress still hates me even though they’d still have a goblin army outside the gates if it wasn’t for me. Surely the fact that I lived through the battle shows that Armok has blessed me above all others? Asen had every chance to survive her bout as decoy, it’s not my fault that she didn’t run fast enough, or that she thought I’d be keeping the main force with me while she ran to safety.
“She was brave, wasn’t she?” Fath asks, for the seventh time.
“Yeah,” I grunt.
“She was, though,” Fath insists, as though he thinks I’m lying. “She even came out to save you.”
I can’t help it. I’ve heard that tone of voice too often, since long before LAVA was completed. They treat me like I’m some kind of monster, then act horrified when I prove them right. The shaft of my spear catches Fath in the face, knocking him to the ground. His scream becomes an agonised gasp as my fist flattens his windpipe. I hold him down as he struggles for air.
“You want to know the truth?” I snarl into his ear. “Asen was a coward. She only fought with me because the gates closed before she realised she was alone out here. Just them, her and me. She fought one goblin, and left the rest to me. Remember that sacrifice of hers? The one that Caspellaer gave such a lovely speech about? I told her that I’d hold the goblins off while she ran away. She didn’t even hesitate before she left me to die.”
“You’re... lying,” he croaks. “I... knew... her...”
“Oh really?” I grin. “You know, people show their true faces when they think they’re about to die, especially when they think there’s a way out. You knew her for years, but I knew her better than you ever could. Asen was a coward.”
“You’re... lying,” he croaks again, struggling to his knees.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I laugh, before smashing him back to the ground with the butt of my spear. I stroll back to the fortress.
“How’s Fath doing?” someone asks as I go inside.
“I think he’s going to be all right,” I reply quietly, as though I care. I look back up the slopes of the volcano. Fath hasn’t moved. I suddenly realise that I could probably use his confusion to sway him into joining my cult, but it seems a lot funnier to leave him there.
edited 9th Jan '14 3:44:20 AM by Durza
Your malevolence knows no bounds. I absolutely love it – viha Kirbonium.
He Who Got Gud
Looks like it's that time of year again, my turn! Unfortunately, I won't be able to get started for a few days.
The most edgy person on the Internet.
Overlording the Underworld
If I was ever on the list, strike me from it. I've had some experience with Succession Fortresses now, and I'd rather read and write for them than play one.
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Done. No problems.
Who watches the watchmen?
Overlording the Underworld
Thank you.
Lawful Evil
Ringsea: There is no need to rush it for my sake. I will not be able to play until the 17th at the earliest anyway.
Adamantine Chef
Hmm. Leaving room for three military dwarves to rest was my idea.
At least killing many enemy combatants will sate Durza and distract him from all the children. Personally, I'm glad that they're taking an interest in engraving while they're young. You can engrave every square centimeter of the fort, so they can all show off their Dwarven Art to each other. note
In news of personal bragging, my artistry is as legendary as my cookery, so I should be able to combine the skills as soon as I can whip up some masterwork frosting. I also seem to have some passable crossbow skills, from the time when everyone had apparently been a hunter. I had to systematically end that.
Although I enjoy the company of others, I seem to be unhelpful, guarded, and extremely conceited. In other words, noble material. Has anyone found the lever to the dining room magma release? Note to self: Must... Not... Sleep... In Dining Room...
edited 12th Jan '14 12:51:38 AM by GandAandR
Cooking up plans to bring fan-groups together (with a dash of class)
15th Timber, 262.
A dwarven caravan showed up. Hopefully it has some steel we can beg, borrow, or steal away.
I'm kind of surprised at how there were no kidnappings, no sieges, nothing to indicate that there are any enemies beyond our gates. Granted, we DO have their General, and half of their command structure, but there's still a master out there, right? Granted, they're a tribe of goblins so pathetic that they have two human leaders, but this couldn't be the end, can it?
Are we the only threat to our own peace left?
Ah. Nevermind. A kobold attempted to steal from us, and ended up in five different pieces. The area is already cleaned. I find myself a bit...distressed at the efficiency of it.
The broker is again stalling. He literally went on break, then slept, then went on break, then drank, and is now on break again.
Finally, he traded a few things for a few things. I think it was nearly 100k urists in trade, all told.
We have a bit of steel.
And a ghost baby! Mother's carrying the kid around. Kinda sick, but the ghost ain't causing trouble, so I'm gonna allow it.
edited 31st Dec '13 6:16:06 PM by Condorito
"...An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome..." - Eric Burdon/War