Dwarf Fortress

@Spooky Mask: I repeated, "download the copy with the pre-installed graphic set then copy the old saved file into the new game."

edited 20th Dec '10 11:57:35 AM by thatother1dude

Oh ^^; Sorry for not noticing...

Let me tell you all a story. A story about a fortress, and in particular one dwarf.

In the year 201 the king Zulban Kolzefon of the Dwarven civilization Velmorul, on its last legs after years of war against goblins and elves, chose to establish a new outpost, for whatever reasons- It was named Baldpainted, Roderlogem, and in accordance with tradition seven dwarves were sent. One of them, unbeknownst to himself or others, had a life of trial and warfare ahead.

His birth name was Zon Mezbuthfoker, but upon arriving took up his duties as a hunter with such enthusiasm that he earned the nickname 'Daaaugh!'. Zon, not content to stop at simply enough food to supply the fortress, instead went on a grand hunt. Within a few days he ran out of arrows, and so decided to kill everything that remained- Mountain goats, Rhesus Macaques and wolves- with nothing but his oaken crossbow. He never got a scratch.

As time went on, he became the leader of Baldpainted's small militia, training the first three marksdwarves of its army- Useless, Runningdwarf and Sdrawkcab, two recruits and a skilled trainer. Together, they spent time sparring and shooting at the ranges, not believing anything could happen to such a small, sleepy village. Baldpainted grew larger, erecting a ten story tall tower filled with archer slits to show their strength over their moat.

Then, disaster. A group of goblins, armed to the teeth more than necessary for such a small village, led by one Bosa Xosnostrodno, an elite bowman. The little militia prepared for battle, the bridge level mechanisms having been completed too late to help. The ambush struck them by the brook, a Sdrawkcab reacted first, ordering his two recruits to flee while he held them off. He was brought down by two wrestlers, but he shot a swordsman to death before going down.

Runningdwarf turned back to the carnage, horrified, and began to fire on the charging enemies. Bosa shot her in the head, killing her instantly, and the two wrestlers charged towards her corpse, laughing at the carnage. Then came Useless, the prodigal weakling, crying at the death of his best friend and firing on them without mercy. Both wrestlers began to flee, turned into a pincusion by the enraged recruit. Bosa killed him as well, shooting him through the legs before casually finishing him off in the back.

By this point, only a spearman, an axeman, the two wounded wrestlers and Bosa himself remained. Zon had been rushing from the tower, cursing the designers for making the path lead back to the fortress before going outside.

He found his three recruits dead on the ground, facing five goblins of various strength. His wife, Fires, was known to remark that he had them outnumbered.

Daaaugh! first shot the axeman, breaking his hand, before firing rapidly into the ambush. When he ran out of ammo, he simply threw away his (Donkey Leather Quiver) and charged, smashing goblins left and right, killing both the axeman and the spearman without damage. Bosa fired at him twice before leaving, realizing that it was foolish to remain. Daaaugh!, his vengeance unsated, chased down the two wrestlers and crushed their skulls, leaving their broken bodies on the mudstone ground.

This was only their first meeting. Twice more did Bosa Xosnostrodno attack Baldpainted- The second time shooting Daaaugh in the hand and leaving the fortress in the hand of his new second, Crowpost the cold sniper, while the injury healed. Several sieges followed, with each one finding it harder and harder to even cause a casualty. Many names come from this time- Logem Ikalushat the swordsdwarf who juggled goblin corpses like rubber balls, Nod the marksdwarf whose killcount exceeded Daaaugh's for a time. He had many children, all of whom shared his strength and their mother's determination.

Then came the third and final meeting of Daaaugh and Bosa, on a chilly winter's morn in early Obsidian, an ominous month to be sure. He came with an army this time, a whole siege- Dozens of wrestlers, swordsmen and axemen, with a bodyguard of three crossbowmen. They marched to the front entrance- Now a massive stone wall and gatehouse enclosing nearly the entire countryside, and called out his nemesis.

First emerged not his nemesis but Nod, with a squad of marksdwarves. Bosa laughed and ordered his men to fire, their skilled hands quickly sending the green marksdwarves into retreat.

Jeering, the goblins chanted to their dark gods, mocking the fortress's cowardice. Bosa called out again, wondering where his old foe could be hiding. But again, no Zon emerged, but Crowpost stepped out, her squad of rangers in tow. This time, Bosa had to fight for it, a long hard battle that nevertheless ended with Crowpost being forced to drag herself off the field.

Now the goblins had worked themselves into a frenzy, swarming around the raised gate in glee. "Come out, Daaaugh!" they called, "or are you simply a tinny hiss?"

Then, finally, did Daaugh himself appear on the walls, wearing his artifact platinum chainmail leggings and artifact iron breastplate. He carried with him the same oaken crossbow, still stained with the blood of goblins, goats and all things. He stood their in silence, fitting an arrow to his bow.

"So, you show yourself!" the goblin called out that day, ready to have one final battle. He began to order his men to fire, when Daaaugh shook his head.

"Didn't you notice, foul one?"

The goblins stared upwards in confusion.

"Not a single dwarf you shot today died. They all were taken to safety by their comrades."

Bosa glared, his pride injured. He opened his mouth to speak, when a great roaring sound rose on the wind, the sound of over forty voices yelling a single word, drowning out the crash of the drawbridge opening to reveal Baldpainted's hidden army.

They screamed, "DAAAUGH!"

Daaaugh fired only one bolt that day, a single bolt guided by Armok himself. That bolt embedded itself in Bosa's brain, but not slaying him- He fell on the field, unconcious and ignored, as around him Baldpainted's ironcald army swarmed and slaughtered, losing not a dwarf. Then, and only then, did Daaugh walk down, limping slightly from his many wounds, and bring down his bow- once, twice, and again- down on Bosa's spine, shattering it, before swinging a mighty blow and propelling the goblin to smash into the river to drown a humiliating death.

Then, tired, Daaaugh returned to the fortress, his old bones tired, to work again what job he'd taken up- Training those who would come after him, training them to hold their shields high with a prayer to Armok on their lips, to not only win but to survive.

He owed the dead that much.

Glorious. This story was of the finest craftsdwarfship.

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

Very Nice Hydrall.

Tuefels: story

Adventurer guy...killed everything the end.

Who watches the watchmen?

I should embellish my stories next time.

But for now I will just say that a troll opened up the volcano, and since the front door got flooded with magma, I started opening up holes throughout the fortress to burn everything.

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I while ago I made a legendary human adventure who I decided would only use items found/taken, not any bought or started with, and as a result had no points in weapon skills at the beginning: Thec Romancerelics.

I was just going to give a regular summary, but Hydrall's post has inspired me to go full copypasta on your asses.

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After dispatching several bandits bare-handed Thec was assigned to fight a night-creature spouse. While looking through its lair she found a copper carving knife, and knives  ^*

^{Though not just that one, she latter used a copper slicing knife then a large iron dagger.}

became her primary weapon. With which the beast's head was separated from its abhorrent body.

Shortly thereafter, Thec underestimated the distance to the nearest fortress and night came with it a good ways away. The cackling, conversely, was all around her. Being too tired to fight, she knew her only hope was shelter. Forced to shuffle her way with the darkness, with only the vague silhouette of what she pray were stone walls with fiends perpetually coming from the ends of her vision and occasionally colliding with her, insanity seemed close to follow when she found the fortress but not the entrance.

Thankfully, survival resisted madness in this instance. Thec decided to travel the perimeter, blinding groping until a door was found even as she went around one corner. Then a second. Then a third. Until she round the four corner and, in spite of indication of divine mockery, found the entrance that was originally just out of sight.

Ever since then, she made a considerable effort to use her newfound reputation to recruit many companions. Though, unfortunately the longest staying ones had lost legs or run out of ammunition, and thus were least in danger, she came to rely on them. Some may say too much, with her waiting in the shadows to take credit once danger's absence had been demonstrated at the risk of her patsies. The band killed many bandits, goblins (including a skill ringleader with masterful arms), three giant desert scorpions (two by Thec herself), a giant, a troll, and the lumbering beast whose consort she previous killed. At some time she achieved the title "The Relieved Prophet of Syrups".

When asked to slay a dragon far away, Thec's confidence broke when thinking of a creature that could attack an entire group at once. She then left for other fortresses, to search for other, less insane tasks. Her group fought a spider-like hill titan, which was child-play thanks to superior numbers and a maceman snapping the creature's equivalent of a torso. She never even came out of her hiding.

Thec was then tasked with slaying a hydra far away, and hearing that numbers could overcome such a beast, she accepted. With the lair in sight but sunset coming and no homes within half a league, she decided not to risk fighting in minimal light. At the worst time, tragedy struck in the shape of an enormous goblin ambush right before dawn. Though she managed to kill five or so goblins, at least a dozen were left with aid either dead or out of sight, and Thec was forced to abandon her 18 companions.

A query arrives from Thec's next action: not the what, but rather the way. Was it personal pride, with her wishing to show that she had not become some lazy general riding one victory behind a wall of others? Was is some idea of camaraderie seeking to caring on the final goal of her slain allies? Was is strictly fear, in wishing to find death or cover before night came? Whatever the motive, she continued directly from the frying pan of the ambush to the fire of the lair to face the hydra, alone.

Thec reached the hydra's den as dawn arrived, and she snuck into the entrance. Not wishing to battle in the dark and confined when there were other options, she came out of hiding and let the monster pursue her out in the open.

Upon charging the beast, she realized that was not the best course of action against an 8 tonne creature when it knocked her over four the fourth time. Though most falls she recovered from, one cost she will remember forever is of it tearing the hand that held the dagger, which would never hold anything again. Luckily for her, she broke it grip and her panicked running around in circles lead the beast away from the dagger, letting her pick it and utilize a clever art she heard of to wield a shield and small weapon in the same hand.

Regardless, against the raging wall of flesh especially resistance to her preferred method of attack, all her attempts seem futile. The extra knife and masterful spear thrown at it had little to no effect. It seemed the beast could continue after immeasurable blows, while just one more successful attack would surely cripple Thec and may very well lead to far worse.

It was then that revelation had come.

What she had since come to rely upon, her hands and her allies, had failed and were lost. She realized that just because she was fighting alone against an animal didn't mean she must fight like a lonely animal. Instead of trying to play king of the hill against what could beat the hill, she should utilized her other two most prized assets: her feet and her brain.

Her brief experience with the hydra so far had shown two critical flaws: it would always charge blinding toward Thec, but Thec was slightly faster. This observation seemed meaningless at first, merely indicating she would be capable of running from what she needed to kill to survive. But, with patience, it meant so much more.

Thec put some distance between herself and the serpents which though they were a dragon, but then let it slip toward her until it there was a critical window where she could attack it and retreat before it could retaliate.

She started by stabbing its leg, hoping to penetrate the thick scales and reach the support for such a mighty frame, eventually succeeded to reducing it to crawling like the the snake(s) it was/they were. She then took opportunities to poke holes in its necks, crack its skulls, and stab at the undoubtedly overworked organs. At one point it became enraged, but Thec knew the best course of action was to let it die out.

Inevitably the best fell. Not from many beheadings after falling or spilled blood as Thec hoped, but from suffocation as a result of a pierced lung, torn intestine, and never pausing to take a break. Considering the folly of her disappointment, the adventurer was merely satisfied to take its ultimately useless scales as her trophy, spend the night in its lair, and wage a final trek to the nearest fortress where she was content to settle for the rest of her days.

Thec left her legacy on both the lips of the people and the holes of her slain enemies. She was known as a legendary hero to over 1850 assemblies. What spoils she found of no personal use she stored in lairs all over the region for the benefit of future adventurers.

edited 20th Dec '10 11:21:22 PM by thatother1dude

=/ I hope I figure what I'm doing wrong..

Nice stories btw xD

As Zansongbiban Terstum, the Massive Balls of Destruction, continued its plunge into chaos and destruction with both flooding and magma flows, the goblins began another siege. Only 20 dwarves remained, and that number soon fell to eight as all those trapped outside were killed. The only thing keeping the last few alive was the rush of water blocking off the main staircase.

Not willing to go down without a fight, the last eight dug a hole to the outside. Four were killed when the hole was opened, and two more went insane. The remaining two axe dwarves, who had continued training in shin deep water despite the chaos, merely rushed into the crowd of goblins.

Inod Uzlogem Kaseshom was the first outside, drawing all the goblins to him. Catten Rigothtathat Esitnet Aban chased those that began to flee at the sight of Zansongbiban Terstum's last fighters. Uzlogem amassed 12 kills in the fight against 20 goblins before being struck down, and Rigothathat killed 27 goblins on the lip of a volcano before being pushed into the magma. Before either drew their last breath, they had broken the siege by themselves.

gg.

edited 21st Dec '10 9:25:18 AM by ch00beh

"Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Twitter

I'm tempted to start playing again, and name my fortress Murderface the Killcastle of Deathclock.

"what the complete, unabridged, 4k ultra HD fuck with bonus features" - Mark Von Lewis

That one might work, although I bet it'd come out as Murderedface the Killedcastle of Deadlock.

edited 21st Dec '10 11:49:35 AM by Hydrall

That one sounds good too.

"what the complete, unabridged, 4k ultra HD fuck with bonus features" - Mark Von Lewis

So I was digging around in hopes of finding a way to make a fire spewing trap. I come across mentions of the Gensis mod. I download the graphical copy and start playing in adventure mode to test out the nifty features added.

Ok that annoying wild animal or monster you can butcher...you can turn their skulls and bones into trinkets, trophies, weapons, armor, and ammo. Forget buying packs to carry your gear you make them yourself out of leather you prepare.

The most interesting part is the ability to cast "fireball" arrows/bolts. Basically it makes a bolt or arrow that will get really freaking hot the next round and burning whatever it is stuck. This is very fun btw.

So I go bandit hunting. While fighting I get whacked in the chest with a mace and get a rib through lung aka your gonna die bitch injury. So I nail my assailant with a fire bolt and crawl a space away and get the joy of seeing him run away trailing smoke and dripping blood and fat before I suffocate to death.

:3 Tuefel is having fun.

HAHAHAHA! Bogey Men Burn!

edited 21st Dec '10 5:24:02 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Who watches the watchmen?

Just tangentially related, but... Here, the traditional Christmas dish is carp. In Dwarf Fortress, carp eats YOU! :D

"what the complete, unabridged, 4k ultra HD fuck with bonus features" - Mark Von Lewis

Lol.

I am still working on project Bio metal colossus. I am having trouble with the organs. I can't seem to get them made out of metal and working properly. The black bronze idea works pretty well they get bits cut off in a more realistic fashion and bleed molten tin. I am having trouble with bones and internal organs. The bone's don't seem to be there and the organs I put in are squishy. In order for it to be able to bleed to death I need it to have arteries.

I have also made my own weapon which is much easier then a creature. A disk/javelin throwing device. yeah I saw the new tron movie and made stone and metal disks that bludgeon the shit out of you if you get nailed by them. I am working on making them cut and do blunt damage. More cut less blunt.

edited 24th Dec '10 12:39:03 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Who watches the watchmen?

I wonder if it's possible to mod in bombs...?

so my latest Dwarven experiment was going to be Project Calorie. Its goal was to make a squad of fireproof super soldiers. Basically, I would build a small room (the test chamber) nextto the hospital. At the pull of a lever, a flow based timer would release a deluge of water, then magma, then water again on the subjects within the chamber in the hopes that their fat would melt off. Subjects would theorwtically undergo submerged danger room training in order to make them heal faster. I was even inspecting every immigrant by hand, separating outthe useless haulers and the potential soldiers from the rest of the workers, and I'd be using the haulers as test subjects until I got the contraption working.

Unfortunately, I got attacked by a Titan made of ruby and emanating an aura of kindness while I was still getting the fortress' needs taken care of. I set a group of unarmed haulers at it for lulz and then the fortress tantrum spiraled. So I tapped the volcano over the main staircase and burned everyone.

Hmm... I wonder if I can put the subjects in bronze armor and melt the metal to their skin...

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Tuef, go to the Bay 12 Forums and post it in the Modder's Workshop thread. They're really helpful.

I have already that is why it has molten tin blood and got the black bronze to work correctly. yeah fixing typos in tags and definitions helps a lot. I need to work on the bones registering the material as bronze. the lungs, heart, and brain will be copper. I have to put in arteries and then let it run for a few cycles and see what happens. If the arteries do not melt then it can start to bleed to death. It will have lungs so it can suffocate, and a brain to well receive brain injuries. I am not sure if the organic tag is doing anything to the bronze flesh.

Who watches the watchmen?

Think we should make a tv tropes custom mod pack? It could be fun. We could each place two items into the pack.

Who watches the watchmen?

Sure, but will they have to be trope-related?

Nope. It would be tvtrope pack because its made by the folks on fora. I can add the bio metal colossus and my javelin/disk thrower.

Who watches the watchmen?

I could add in my birdpeople race and my slenderman Night Creature.

Awesome.

Anyone else want to throw their creations in?

I am refining my stuff a bit still. :P If I can't get Biometal Colossus to work with bones and organs I will add in the version with arteries which I am sure will work. When I get home I will test out the artery tag and get back to cleaning up my weapon and its ammo.

edited 24th Dec '10 4:16:47 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Who watches the watchmen?

Ok Slight problem again with the organic bronze colossus. The black bronze colossus with tin blood yeah vanilla testing ground grand master dwarf swords man or lasher is lopping off limbs like no nobodies business with steel and iron blades or items.

Damn it. Unskilled dwarves are kicking body parts off :/

edited 24th Dec '10 11:47:03 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Who watches the watchmen?

Heh, if I could mod anything I'd probably try to add a phoenix to the game.

The game is easy to mod right? Just editing text files for the most part?

edited 25th Dec '10 12:31:41 AM by Rotpar

"But don't give up hope. Everyone is cured sooner or later. In the end we shall shoot you." - O'Brien, 1984