While browsing this forum I noticed a distinct lack of Dwarf Fortress liveblogs, so, as requested by the carp god
I've taken the duty of detailing the horrendous journey of a pack of alcoholic, murderous, suicidal, cat-loving
dwarves. I'll be playing with a few mods, adding orcs
and other fun
elements. Well, here we go.
Yes, let us strike the earth and- wait, ''giant flying jellyfishes?''
Uh... right. Moving on.
I and the dwarves arrive at Mörulgikut in the spring, but it's snowing none the less. We'd expected some water, but it's all frozen solid. The fisherking won't be happy. Oh well, after sketching up some blueprints for the fortress, the miners dig in.
Yes! Microcline! This will never grow old
. I also sent the hunter to scout the nearby chasm for giant flying jellyfishes, but she didn't spot any. Instead, she returned with news of green slime, golden golems, and naked mole dogs. This gives me an idea for a meat industry, if the fortress can survive the harsh climate long enough. Luckily I brought plenty of seeds, and the ground level of the fortress is dug in fertile soil. I plan to have the farm up and running before the end of, say, summer.
I start the construction of the fortress, while my hunter Cerol guards the premise of dangerous ratmen. I hear them, waiting in the depths. Filthy ratmen and their golden golems.
Looks like everything's coming along fine, so I go check out what my hunter is doing. But wait a minute... What are these green slimes doing outside of the chasm!? NO! CEEEEEROOOOOL!
Oh... oh dear. My hunter is dead! She's dead! And it's been what, five minutes? I've got to get all my dwarves to safety. The green slimes
I've begun constructing a moat, even though I have nothing to fill it with yet. Perhaps the ice will melt this summer, and we'll be saved. I doubt it, though.
Alright, the moat has been dug and I've constructed a wooden bridge. Now all I need is to make myself some mechanisms and rig it up to a lever, but that'll have to wait since my food stocks are starting to wane. Need to get that farm up and running! I ordered the fisherking to bring the food from the caravan
into the safety of the fortress' vicinity. Hopefully he doesn't die. Oh, and we struck Olivine. And just after that, we struck serpentine
. Both of them are green.
What's this? Rain!? Praise Armok! The snow is melting and the storm has turned to rain! We're saved! Perhaps the ice will melt after all, and perhaps we'll all be spared the slimey
embrace of the wild beasts.
Huzzah! The ice has melted, and we have water! Now, to harness this I need to dig out an interior pool, otherwise it'll just freeze again next winter. I'll get to it eventually, but for now the moat is filled and the dwarves are safe. Until the ratmen come for us...
Unfortunately, I later noticed that my farmer had been traversing the icy ponds before they melted. He fell in. And. He. Died.
So... we're down to five. It's all good though, one less mouth to feed and OH SHIT
now who's going to fucking grow the fucking food for fucks sake!?
I'll have to... umm... promote the fisherking to farmhand. Yes, that should work. At least it stopped raining. But that's just not enough for you damn dwarves, is it?
I sent the fisherking in to try and calm him down; so far he's managed to keep the mad miner under control. Scratch that. He's still throwing tantrums and tossing his shoes all over the farm, also known as his bedroom.
His madness has spread to the other inhabitants
, including the fisherking shrink
. Yet, among them all, stands 'Tom'
Gamiliton, Miner Extraordinary.
Some time later I managed to set up the farm properly, and the fisherking is now managing it, I found some gems in the mountain and we're still going. Somehow. Must be the ale.
Oh, and it started raining. I also noticed that the old terror that took my dear Cerol
from me has been named 'Dourhead' by the dwarves. Curse you Dourhead!
I've managed to set up a few bedrooms for our insane drunks, but we're still lacking doors. Should be along shortly now though. First priority is digging out the rest of the fort before moving on to masonry and mechanics. I've got some grand plans for an underground fighting arena... Oh, and it started raining.
And there ends spring, I hope you've enjoyed this hectic season, because it'll only get worse.
edited 11th Oct '09 9:37:23 AM by Tom J. S.
I'm not taking off my pants for a forum meme. -Nornagest