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Title: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on July 19, 2022, 01:52:20 pm
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Waterlures:
A Capybara Man Fortress and Adventure

“Minbazkar, the Enchanted Dimensions. A world of many marvels and wonders. A world with an abundance of Gods both benevolent and malevolent. It is a world engulfed in turmoil and strife as the greater and lesser forces clash for power -- the conflicts leaving much of the North in ruins and covered in Darkness.

Our story, however, begins in the South among the citizens of the dwarf kingdom of Ustuth Ïdath, the Fence of Amusement. Despite being far from the ravaging wars, the life of the average citizen there is not a pleasant one: it is one full of toil and misery. None remember a time when things were different -- if such a time ever existed -- for the Unaging King, Såkzul Cudgeltapers, has ruled over the land with an iron fist since ages past. Oppressive edicts are regularly laid to crush the free will and spirit.

It has been an effective means, since all are too busy eking out a living from the scraps scrounged from the mud, that none dare dream of anything better lest they get distracted -- dreaming is for those who can afford it. However, Såkzul's grip isn't as tight as he would have his subjects believe: there is some dissent among the peasantry and even the nobility. Some of those nobles with enough power have defied the monarch's whims by removing unjust laws discreetly or helping the downtrodden.

It is in such a moment that our story begins: a small group of capybara men and their compatriots managed to attract the attention of a noble woman, who upon hearing their plight secured them passage with seven dwarf settlers headed west to old elf lands. They were to establish a new outpost for the glory of the Mountainhome there -- one of the few ways for lowly peasants to flee the oppressive yoke of the Unaging King.”




Welcome to Waterlures, a capybara man fortress and adventure!

What started off as a succession game has now turned into a mainly single-player game with the occasional adventurer turn handed out to community members. In this game we begin by following and guiding the lives of ten capybara men & women (plus their friends).

Our initial goal was to pair them up, get them married and have them produce offspring.

The capybaras build their homes on the surface, so there is no massive underground halls this time. They do mine for shallow metals, gems and such, but don't delve deep -- at least, not for the starters. Population growth is slow and much of the game time citizens just socialize and idle, with us following their daily lives and thoughts. This is a nice and peaceful fort... Until much later in the story, that is.

Feel free to comment, offer suggestions and if you want to be 'dorfed' (or 'capied' as we say here), just say so! You are also more than welcome to ask if you could have a turn as an adventurer at some point.

Enjoy your stay with the amazing capybara folk of Waterlures and the adventures they get into!

(Note1: The game is slightly modded with a couple of fixes/tweaks from Modest Mod (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=174231.0) and a few extra real-world animals from various mods, but there shouldn't be anything that alters actual gameplay.)
(Note2: Despite the fortress mode parts of Waterlures now being only single-player, this may change in the future. In fact, everything is subject to change -- nothing's written in stone here.)



List of Turns/Chapters:

Book I:
0. The World and Setup (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392012#msg8392012)
1. brewer bob (Part I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392013#msg8392013), Part II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392723#msg8392723), Overview (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392725#msg8392725))
2. xkcd1963 -- skipped
3. AvolitionBrit (Report (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8396369#msg8396369))
4. brewer bob (Part I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8401951#msg8401951), Part II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8402165#msg8402165), Part III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8402340#msg8402340), Part IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8402464#msg8402464), Part V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8402868#msg8402868), Part VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8403159#msg8403159), Part VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8403606#msg8403606), Overview (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8403778#msg8403778))
5. delphonso -- skipped
6. AvolitionBrit (Part I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8409154#msg8409154), TL;DR (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8409919#msg8409919), Lore bits (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8413207#msg8413207))
7. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8410616#msg8410616), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8410994#msg8410994), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8411338#msg8411338), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8411797#msg8411797), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8412208#msg8412208), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8412555#msg8412555), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8412877#msg8412877), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8413251#msg8413251), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8413535#msg8413535), X (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8414116#msg8414116), Overview (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8414370#msg8414370))
8. Salmeuk (Part I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8416199#msg8416199), Part II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8416843#msg8416843))
9. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8417247#msg8417247), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8417672#msg8417672), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8418074#msg8418074), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8418528#msg8418528), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8418952#msg8418952), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8419357#msg8419357), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8419734#msg8419734), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8420292#msg8420292), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8420677#msg8420677), X (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8421028#msg8421028), XI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8421386#msg8421386), XII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8421625#msg8421625), XIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8421866#msg8421866), XIV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8422497#msg8422497), XV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8422811#msg8422811), XVI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8423440#msg8423440), Overview (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8423609#msg8423609))
10. AvolitionBrit (SoA 361 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8423699#msg8423699), I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8425193#msg8425193), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8425715#msg8425715), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8425763#msg8425763), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8427591#msg8427591), Lore Bits (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8427598#msg8427598), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8429356#msg8429356), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8429372#msg8429372))
11. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8429576#msg8429576), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8429776#msg8429776), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8429973#msg8429973), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8430185#msg8430185), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8430420#msg8430420), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8430693#msg8430693), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8430856#msg8430856), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8431091#msg8431091), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8431345#msg8431345), X (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8431571#msg8431571), XI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8431793#msg8431793), XII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8432019#msg8432019), XIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8432246#msg8432246), XIV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8432486#msg8432486), XV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8433281#msg8433281), XVI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8433645#msg8433645), XVII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8433921#msg8433921), XVIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8434253#msg8434253), XIX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8434582#msg8434582), XX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8434945#msg8434945), XXI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8435801#msg8435801), XXII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8436415#msg8436415))
12. AvolitionBrit (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8444273#msg8444273), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8445634#msg8445634), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8445908#msg8445908), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8446420#msg8446420))
13. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8446064#msg8446064), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8446386#msg8446386), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8446716#msg8446716), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8447189#msg8447189), Lonecanyons (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8447858#msg8447858), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8448626#msg8448626), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8449143#msg8449143), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8450042#msg8450042), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8450656#msg8450656), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8450876#msg8450876))
14. AvolitionBrit (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8453999#msg8453999))
Book II:
15. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8468608#msg8468608), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8469148#msg8469148), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8469764#msg8469764), Rabbitbowed (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8470878#msg8470878), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8471741#msg8471741), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8472845#msg8472845), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8473438#msg8473438), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8473742#msg8473742), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8474133#msg8474133), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8474611#msg8474611), X (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8475025#msg8475025), XI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8476107#msg8476107))
16. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8477997#msg8477997), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8478712#msg8478712), III (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8479425#msg8479425), IV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8480706#msg8480706), V (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8482910#msg8482910), VI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8483860#msg8483860), VII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8500101#msg8500101), VIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8500414#msg8500414), IX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8501096#msg8501096), X (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8502003#msg8502003), XI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8503826#msg8503826), XII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8507202#msg8507202), XIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8508545#msg8508545), XIV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8511077#msg8511077), XV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8537935#msg8537935), XVI (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8540616#msg8540616), XVII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8542055#msg8542055), XVIII (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8542703#msg8542703), XIX (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8543079#msg8543079))
17. brewer bob (I (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8544291#msg8544291), II (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8545010#msg8545010)) -- current
18. ??



A backup of the entire thread until May 6th 2023 can be found on DFFD (many thanks to King Zultan!):
Here's the saved copy of the thread I promised, and I even kept it up to date as it has the latest update in it. (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16671)



Spoiler: Original Post (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 19, 2022, 01:52:37 pm
The World and Setup:

(https://i.imgur.com/7xEGqIX.png)

We'll be diving into the world of Minbazkar, the Enchanted Dimensions. The world size is somewhere between a small and medium map (dimensions: 64x128). I had problems generating all the stuff I wanted in a small one, and a medium was too big, so I chose this as a compromise.


It is currently the year 325 and we are living in the Age of Myth. There are more than enough megabeasts, titans and other monsters lurking in the wilds. While the northern parts of the world appear to be engulfed in turmoil  (probably in the beginnings of a necromancer apocalypse), the south seems to be relatively calm except for the occasional beast attack. We'll be concentrating on the south in our game.

The Bent Spears Matlokum
A dwarven civilization in the north, nestled in the Walls of Spray mountain range. We know not much about them.

The Sprayed Dungeons Tostrabosa
A civilizations of goblins living far to the north in tropical savannas.

The Tight Torments Gutunako
Another goblin civilization in the far north. It is unlikely that any of our capybaras have heard of them.

The Relieved Realms Sladaomon
A civilization of humans.

The Typhoon of Lusters Múya Loré
A civilization of elves from the northern tropical forests. This used to be the home of one our starting settlers (or so she claims).

The Just Union Takrugil
A human civilization from the shores of the Gulf of Liberation.

The Cunning Witch Smostoosta
A goblin civilization competing for territory with the Just Union.

The Cobalt Empires Botedur
Another human civilization from the north. A handful of our settlers have their family roots in this kingdom (hence their non-dwarven names).

The Growl of Pleating Ula Tefe
A dwindling civilization of elves that used to call the whole of the Perplexing Jungles their home. They have only a few sites left. Our outpost will be established at the border of their ancestral lands, so they'll hopefully become great trading partners and have lots of riches to offer us.

The Fence of Amusement Ustuth Ïdath
Our chosen civilization spanning the entirety of the Incidental Points mountain range. Easily the largest of the remaining dwarven civilizations, the Fence of Amusement has lived a peaceful existence for as long as anyone can remember. The kingdom has been ruled by an oppressive necromancer king for over two centuries.

The Hell of Miseries Gozru Uksox
Beyond the cold shrublands of the Full Fields lies the freezing tundras of the Blizzard of Brushes. The vile goblins of the Hell of Miseries make their home there, controlling most of the vast territory. So far, they have left our civilization alone and relations are peaceful. What unholy deals or pacts our king has made with them to keep the peace, none dare ask.


(https://i.imgur.com/KdmltJW.png)
A scene from somewhere in the heights of the Incidental Points


(https://i.imgur.com/1J6LaNS.png)

On the map we can see the spread of our civilization (as of 15th Granite, 325). The fortress of Inkedwhims is our capital and around it are mainly hillocks. Our civilization has only two fortresses and no mountainhalls.

Quite close to our kingdom in the south lies Mutetorch, a necromancer tower. Further off, in the farthest reaches of the tundras, lies Closeterrors, a dark fortress and seat of power of the master of the Hell of Miseries.

But we need not worry about such evils, since Waterlures is out of their reach in the northwest of our main kingdom. Close to Waterlures is Morningwilt, the ruins of an elven forest retreat now occupied by a small group of humans. They are economically linked (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Holding#Economical_links) to us, meaning that we have regular dealings with them.

Our group of bold settlers consists of ten capybara men & women (half-and-half), a plump helmet man, a mandrill woman and a wombat man. Thirteen in total. We won't be getting any migrants, so I decided to add a few extras into the mix.

(https://i.imgur.com/5YdWeSV.png)

Our embark site lies on the shores of the Lakes of Saturnity, a temperate and joyous freshwater lake, surrounded by the Laconic Prairies, a temperate, untamed shrubland.

(https://i.imgur.com/cpfRDxr.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/M9Su7sp.png)

We should have everything we need in this area, and it would be fitting for a proper dwarven fortress. However, we're going to build our homes (mostly) on the surface in nice wooden cabins overlooking the lake. Heck, maybe we'll even build on the lake: it freezes during winter, so it'll be possible to build the Completely NecessaryTM supporting columns/pillars in the water. Houses on stilts -- now there's a thought!

(https://i.imgur.com/M32q4eF.png)

The main deity of our group is Ôsed: a doe rabbit goddess. Most of our capybaras worship her.

(https://i.imgur.com/Y1ireBo.png)

Speaking of our group: they have chosen to call themselves Edosolmulobash, the Amazing Bath-Swine.

(https://i.imgur.com/O1M1Ya9.png)

Their symbol is an image of a capybara and waves. The waves are raising the capybara. The capybara is laughing. It is aptly named The Washed Swamp-Pig.

(https://i.imgur.com/R90cCDv.png)

And the name of their new home is Arellektad, Waterlures (but you knew that already, didn't you?).

Spoiler: Kasat Waxedtiles (click to show/hide)
Leading the Amazing Bath-Swine is Kasat Waxedtiles, a capybara woman peddler hailing originally from the Cobalt Empires. She is a shrewd businesswoman who finds fair-dealing foolish and cheats when it's profitable.

Spoiler: Yawo Cunningfur (click to show/hide)
The group's chief healer, or witch-doctor as they like to call her, is Yawo Cunningfur, a mandrill woman from the far off elf lands of the Typhoon of Lusters. She is an intimidating persona and angers quickly. She travels with her pet Masami, a hippo (Yawo likes hippos for their strength).

Spoiler: Zas Relicheavy (click to show/hide)
Responsible for the safety of the group is Zas Relicheavy, a capybara man (wanna-be) monster slayer. He is tough and dumb, but that doesn't really matter since Zas doesn't see any importance in knowledge attainment.

Those who want quality masonry or carpentry turn to Otu 'Quandale' Incensefaith, another capybara woman with roots in the Cobalt Empire. She claims to originally be a huntress, though she is more skilled with the knife than the bow. Otu has a pet: Tobul, a blue peacock.

Every settlement needs a good smith: Sodel 'Avolition' Clodcave, the oddest of the group, is the most qualified for the job. He is a plump helmet man, and not much else is known of him, since he can't speak -- an unfortunate side-effect of not having a mouth.
(Note: He is listed on the pet list since plump helmet men don't have CAN_SPEAK, I think.)

Continuing with the non-capybaras, we have Zefon 'Brewer Bob' Drunkenceilings, a wombat man who likes to think of himself as The Chronicler of this expedition. The others like to think of him as their brewer who keeps their caskets full of ale. Along Zefon's side can be found Ònul, his pet goat.
(Note to overseers: you are very much free to mess things up for this weirdo.)

Since the capybaras have lived among dwarves, it is no wonder that a miner is found among their ranks. Cadi 'Delphonso' Puzzlinbathe (also from the Cobalt Empires) is skilled with a pick and blessed with a good memory (and if you ask him he is an “expert” bone doctor and gelder). He is a very sociable character who enjoys the company of others -- as long as it doesn't involve commerce, which he sees as a vile obscenity. He has a pet peacock called Thine.

The rest of the capybaras are Zuglar Hoursilver (a cheese maker) and his wife Såkzul Agebronze (a herbalist), Kib Spearmobbed (a mechanic), Imush Gleamlanced (a trapper), Inod Tickedcrypts (a spinner) and Ubbul Dabblegalleys (a woodburner).

I gave all animal persons 'competent swimming' since I'm not sure if SWIMS_INNATE transfers properly to the animal person variant. Try not to drown them despite their ability to swim. Additionally, the capybara men have STRANGE_MOODS modded to them, so we should be able to get artifacts when (or if) our moodable citizens reach the twenty mark.

Also, since our settlers are brought in via Adventure Mode, I assigned them some preferences on my whims for the sake of flavor. You are free to suggest more preferences to individuals, and I'll add them as best as I can.


Regarding the embark area: there's a nice looking cliff of andesite and phyllite at the northern tip of the lake, while the top layers of the hills are a combination of clays and sands. The lake is surrounded by a forest with good lumber for our houses and lots of plum trees to give us fruit. Since we are not dwarves and mainly worship a nature deity, clear-cutting should be avoided (especially chopping down fruit trees). If we run low on wood, we can always ask caravans to bring more, right?

(https://i.imgur.com/8OiuDP9.png)

There's a nice and spacious ledge overlooking the lake. Enough space to build housing for at least our starting group. A vein of hematite (or of iron) can be seen in the andesite just northwest of the wagon.

Without further ado, let's get on with securing ourselves some lodgings ere the giant coyotes get hungry!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 19, 2022, 01:53:10 pm
Part I:
A Slow Start

(https://i.imgur.com/WeN6cC7.png)

“Are you sure you'll manage out here in the wilds?”, the tall dwarf said stroking his dark braided beard and continued “We could afford to stay here for a week or two helping set up the place. We're in no rush to Morningwilt.”

Kasat, a capybara woman, eyed nervously at the empty wine barrels in their wagon replying uneasily “No. No, there's no need for such, Mistêm. The gesture is much appreciated, but we are more than capable of fending for ourselves.” She waved her hand at the group of capybara men and other animal people behind her and around the wagon. They had just finished cleaning up the mess left by the seven dwarves feasting and drinking for several days, and they had pretty much no supplies left.

“Ah, I see... Well, I guess we'll start to make our way towards the forest retreat then. At least there we should be far from the reach of that oaf who calls himself king. It has been a pleasure traveling with y'all and getting to know you. I hope our paths will cross again,” Mistêm said straightening his pig tail cap. “If you ever need help, remember that Morningwilt is but a day's travel to the west. Just send us a message and we'll come help you.”

Right. And come and drink all of our booze and eat our food, Kasat thought.


(https://i.imgur.com/uWtOb3w.gif)

Farewells were exchanged and the dwarves left for Morningwilt, while the animal people remained behind to build new homes for themselves.

(https://i.imgur.com/WRmnleK.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/qvnQWLb.png)

Morningwilt is a forest retreat occupied by humans not far away from Waterlures. We're only economically linked to them, so we won't be able to actually request workers from there. A pity.

(https://i.imgur.com/0tywXwZ.png)

Since the capybaras were out of food -- thanks to the damn dwarves -- the first order of business was to send all spare hands to forage for supplies, while 'Delphonso' grabbed a pick and went off to dig a temporary home and storage into the dirt. The woodburner Ubbul began to fell trees for houses and other necessities, like beds.

(https://i.imgur.com/Jsww4YH.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/PODHlNV.gif)

As the capybaras were busy at work, Yawo's pet hippo Masami began causing troubles at the current pasture. Previously Yawo had been reluctant to cooperate and kept on clinging to some old clothes, refusing to do any work. Now that she finally had joined the others in building the first house, it was the hippo's turn to be a nuisance.

We should have listened to the dwarves when they said that strange folk from elf lands are not suited for proper civilized life.

Fortunately Masami's tantrum was a short one, though several of the sheep got slightly spooked.

(https://i.imgur.com/m8RgUap.png)

Spring flew by quickly. As summer arrived the capybaras had managed to do so little, yet so much: the first building was nearly completed, seeds had been sown underground in dwarven fashion, 'Delphonso' had dug a well into the aquifer, the wombat man chronicler brewer 'Bob' had replenished the booze stocks (in fact, far beyond what was needed), 'Quandale' was busy building furniture (and barrels for the booze!) non-stop, and that miserable witch-doctor monkey Yawo was continuing to stop working once in a while and distract from important work.

(https://i.imgur.com/SqIot7u.png)

The food situation looked much better than before. There had been hardly any harvests yet, so much of the produce had been foraged. If there's one thing Yawo knew, it was what plants were edible and where to find them in abundance.

Since nobody was actually sure how much of what the capybaras had, Kasat decided to appoint Såkzul Agebronze to keep track of records, and at the same time she appointed Zuglar Hoursilver, the cheese maker, to organize the workforce more efficiently. Their offices would be housed in the almost finished building.

(https://i.imgur.com/KPQqmtV.png)

Once again time flew by as the capybaras and friends were busy at work. The first building was complete, a second one was nearing completion, as well as was the open lakeside shrine to Ôsed and trade depot pavilion. Construction on their roofs was under way when autumn arrived.

It was likely that the caravan from the Mountainhome would stop by at this place before continuing to Morningwilt. Good thing 'Delphonso' had just finished the depot in anticipation of its arrival.

(https://i.imgur.com/ydhqigw.png)

...And soon the caravan arrived. However, there was no outpost liaison among it. Mighty curious indeed. At least the liaison wouldn't be taking a report of Waterlures back to the Mountainhome, so with luck it'll take some time before the Unaging King will hear of the capybara man settlement and make plans for it.

The capybaras didn't have much to trade, but they scrounged all the coins and what-not that they could find. Not that they really needed much from the caravan, but it's always good to trade for something. Or at least that was what Kasat, the leader and broker, said.

(https://i.imgur.com/tUXeotN.gif)

The merchants drove their wagons to the depot and began unloading their goods. Even though Kasat had a keen sense for good deals, the dwarven merchants were not an easy piece to chew. With what little the capybaras had to offer, she could only buy some cloth, leather and other necessities. A yak bull that Såkzul and Zuglar had set their eyes on was also bought, though Kasat grumbled about its price.

It was necessary to produce some goods for the next caravan, and work on craft houses began.

(https://i.imgur.com/vnSuopt.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/v2jGxBa.gif)

Timber was only halfway when snow began falling, covering the recently finished roof of the trade depot pavilion with a white dusting. Winter seems to arrive early at this place.

(https://i.imgur.com/OQEGRvO.gif)

It is odd when the leaves fall after snow has fallen. The ways of the Rabbit in the Sky are truly mysterious.

(https://i.imgur.com/ANgEoHf.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/xJiuKmF.gif)

With winter the lake froze. It was time to begin work on building supporting pillars for structures overhanging the water. 'Delphonso' was immediately busy at work with one of the stray cats following his every move on the slippery ice.

(https://i.imgur.com/LYm28C7.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/DBpEq7B.png)

The year neared its end when finally the capybaras had time to catch some breath. There were multiple buildings still to be finished, but it could wait until the next year. The rest was much deserved, and 'Quandale' headed to the shrine of Ôsed to pray and meditate as late winter rain fell from the sky.

Spring was soon to arrive.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on July 19, 2022, 05:53:24 pm
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In case of disputes, my arbitrary judgment is final. Complaints will be ignored.

my body is ready. embark looks choice, and the worldbuilding has us set up to make waves in these Enchanted Dimensions.

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Those who want quality masonry or carpentry turn to Otu 'Quandale' Incensefaith, another capybara woman with roots in the Cobalt Empire. She claims to originally be a huntress, though she is more skilled with the knife than the bow. Otu has a pet: Tobul, a blue peacock.

ah, yes. Tobul, come here, I need comfort in the form of your beautiful feathers.

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The main deity of our group is Ôsed: a doe rabbit goddess. Most of our capybaras worship her.

And why shouldn't we worship that double-eared divine perfection that is the Holy Rabbit Above?

====

Quandale is relieved to arrive at Waterlures. A new home. One priority for the first year, assuming all other tasks are completed, is for Quandale to build some kind of pasture or enclosed area, so that Tobul (my peacock) and other livestock can roam freely without getting in everyone's way. 
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: xkcd1963 on July 19, 2022, 07:17:31 pm
I might take a turn pls *zips into coma*
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on July 19, 2022, 07:44:35 pm
He will be a fungi, sign me up too please.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on July 19, 2022, 07:53:12 pm
Chuck me on the list as well, though I might need to bail if FPS doesn't comply.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on July 20, 2022, 03:34:05 am
Sounds like an interesting fort, haven't seen one with animal people so I shall PTW.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Cathar on July 20, 2022, 05:31:47 am
When I read "Minbazkar", I thought for a moment you had take a save of my world. It's a happy coiscidence...or that name is not that  uncommon. Good luck to the rodent !
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 20, 2022, 06:36:22 am
I might take a turn pls *zips into coma*

I added you to the list, but if you don't want a turn immediately after me, can move to a later point or remove it.

He will be a fungi, sign me up too please.

Done.

Chuck me on the list as well, though I might need to bail if FPS doesn't comply.

Hopefully the FPS will stay at a playable rate for you. If not, we'll think of some way for you to be able to participate!

When I read "Minbazkar", I thought for a moment you had take a save of my world. It's a happy coiscidence...or that name is not that  uncommon. Good luck to the rodent !

Haha, I secretly stole your save-- Nah, just kidding. It's actually the first time I got that name for a world, which is why I stuck with it.

I'm just about to start the game proper, so we'll see how it goes. Maybe we'll get wrecked by wildlife immediately after unpausing, but let's hope that doesn't happen.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on July 20, 2022, 07:20:49 am
Just read it all in detail. Nice dump of info, I especially like that we have a mixed fortress from the different civs.

I send some respect your way for the great names you gave these guys. Cunningfur, Clodcave and Drunkenceilings are especially choice.

-------

Cadi would prefer to keep Thine by his side. It's a dwarven tradition to allow birds and small woodlanders to stick by a miner's side. Some say it's so they don't get lonely deep underground, but others point out how often the miners successfully flee a Cave Crocodile and how, coincidentally, their pets don't.


Good luck in-game. If FPS dies, I've enjoyed playing as sort of tourist adventurers in succession fortresses and reporting on my explorations (not in-save, because of retirement and unretire issues)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 20, 2022, 05:25:59 pm
The first part of my report is up. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392013#msg8392013)

I managed to get to spring, but I think I'll do a second year. There was practically no time for the capys to socialize with all the building going. The second year I'll use to finish the buildings that are under construction, and let our citizens socialize most of the time.

Took a bit longer today since I ran into slight problems with the mandrill woman. Seems like I'd forgotten to remove several tags from animal people that cause issues (animal people with those tags get stuck with items being hauled and refuse to drop them), namely CURIOUSBEAST_ITEM and CURIOUSBEAST_EATER. I've had the same problem before, but fortunately removing that doesn't require a new world, so the problem should be gone now.

Let's just hope it doesn't cause any issues later in the game (hasn't before, but you never know).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on July 20, 2022, 11:11:54 pm
lovely .gif captures, those are. what are the tileset and color scheme of your current setup - ? .

Frozen lake. . seems exceedingly dangerous.

.

completely unrelated: are capybara people natural swimmers?

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 21, 2022, 06:23:27 am
lovely .gif captures, those are. what are the tileset and color scheme of your current setup - ? .

It's Alloy curses 12x12 (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/Tileset_repository#Alloy_curses_12x12.png), so basically just square curses with a higher res. Can't remember what color scheme, but maybe "Natural" scheme (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Color_scheme#.22Natural.22_scheme) with slight editing?

Frozen lake. . seems exceedingly dangerous.

Haha, so far it seems to be frozen for the whole winter. We'll soon see at what point it thaws in Granite, but somewhere before the 15th, since it was already unfrozen when I began the game.

completely unrelated: are capybara people natural swimmers?

They should be as capybaras have SWIMS_INNATE, but I'm not sure if it transfers properly to animal person variants. Because of that I gave animal people with said tag competent swimming for "free" (that is, added it with DFHack).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on July 21, 2022, 06:43:52 am
I think the swimming would have been fine, the only issue I've seen is that SWIMS_INNATE doesn't apply if you don't have legs, I think.

Nice update indeed!

As for romance and relationships...
Dwarves (even bath-swine like we have) don't gain relationships in temples and very very slowly do in taverns (paradoxically, the Socialize! activity is very anti-social.) If you want relationships, marriages and babies, the best way is a 2x2 plain meeting area. You'll have to close all the other locations at that time, as they'll seek that out in preference to the little meeting area. It works fast, just like many of your starting dwarves socialize very quickly around the wagon. It's...pretty dumb, so maybe we can make a story reason for such behavior. Nuzzling for warmth every winter for a few days in 'hibernation'.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 21, 2022, 07:42:22 am
Well, swimming was tested just a moment ago, lol. Nobody drowned while taking a shortcut when the lake thawed.  :D

As for relationships, yeah, it's slow to build them without some kind of "pre-honeymoon suites".

I won't be trying to pair anyone up during my turn, so it'll be up to the next overseers to think of some clever ways to get 'em close. I know it's possible to get retired adventurers married (after "fixing" their orientation) -- I've had it happen a couple times, but don't remember how long it took for such an event to happen. Never got so far though that they would've had babies, so that's also sort of what I want to see in this fort.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on July 21, 2022, 11:38:50 am
we can call the 2x2 "the pit of orgies" and probably scar a lot of our own minds in the process
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 21, 2022, 05:48:59 pm
Part II:
Elves and Scary Birds

(https://i.imgur.com/lQE6Ot0.png)

With spring arriving the capybaras' rest was cut short. Work had to continue.

(https://i.imgur.com/0241gMM.png)

It was the 5th of Granite when the ice thawed while Kasat was foolishly taking a shortcut over the lake. She was plunged into the cold, freezing waters of the Lake of Saturninity with logs in hand.

Fortunately capybaras are natural swimmers and she managed to get safely to the shore.

(https://i.imgur.com/igBqDCG.png)

In fact, Kasat was not only unshaken by the incident, she was practically thrilled by her early spring dip.

(https://i.imgur.com/Ai0YEma.png)

Elves!

It was 'Brewer Bob's' goat Ònul who alerted the capybaras to their arrival with his bleating.

They were certainly expected to make themselves known at some point, but the capybaras were still caught off-guard by how soon they came.

(https://i.imgur.com/tBoPubY.gif)

The elves came from the south, following the western bank of the lake to the trade depot. They passed felled trees and it was as if they were saddened or shocked by the sight. Living among the dwarves had taught the capybaras that the elves were a sensitive lot when it comes to the natural world and trees.

“One should never, ever insult 'em pointy-eared pricks with a gift or trade made of wood. Them uptight bastards will come and get ya, if you ever try such a move,” a dwarf had once said at the Mountainhome, claiming to have barely escaped with his life after he had given an elf a leather coat with wooden buttons as a show of gratitude.

With that in mind, Kasat headed to see what the elves had to offer.

(https://i.imgur.com/nLfnB0e.png)

A kiwi cock, a groundhog and a cougar along with some sand pears was what Kasat traded from them. In return the elves got some stone crafts that 'Delphonso' had crafted in his spare time.

Kasat was pleased with the deal she made. Especially since she likes groundhogs for their ability to burrow. She was once caught saying that groundhogs and their burrows remind her of hill dwarves and their hillocks (or was it the other way around?). The dwarf who heard it was not thrilled by the comparison.

(https://i.imgur.com/VUq6iOb.png)

The second summer arrived to Waterlures. 'Quandale' had been honing her carpentry skills and now even the barrels for beverages were of such a quality that a dwarf would be envious.

'Quandale' was very satisfied.

(https://i.imgur.com/D7yQXKv.gif)

As everyone else was getting drenched in the early summer rain, hauling lumber to the constructions, all exhausted and spent, 'Brewer Bob' took things easily and went fishing.

“Someone has to keep the fish on the table! Therefore, it is *my* duty to keep your bellies full with delicious fish,” he had said when Zuglar, the manager, had tried to get him to work. “Oh, an artisan, their materials and the tools to shape them!” was Zuglar's reply hinting that a proper excuse to avoid construction work would've been something else than fishing.

Miserable lout of a wombat. Wonder why we allowed the cube-pooper to join us in the first place?

(https://i.imgur.com/h1wjW9m.png)

Well, well, well. Who would've thought that the slacking monkey would join the wombat and “go fishing” when there was work to be done?

(https://i.imgur.com/wn2Bm7t.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/MJh9RzX.png)

Summer was over swiftly. There really hadn't been any time for rest (barring those who went fishing) and no such time was to be had any time soon.

The food situation was much better than during the first year. There had been no need to go foraging for wild plants this year. The underground plots produced enough to eat and brew, while fish provided added sustenance (was it necessary though, was a good question).

(https://i.imgur.com/iabAYHb.gif)

As was expected, a dwarven caravan arrived in early autumn, their wagons pulled by reindeer. There was no outpost liaison among them, which was a relief to the capybaras, though it did unfortunately prevent them from asking for specific trade goods for the next year.

This year the capybaras had more to offer, but in the end there was very little need for anything from the caravan. Leather, cloth and meat for the stockpiles were the main articles traded for along with a some livestock.

(https://i.imgur.com/jmxX8lH.png)

It had been mostly peaceful at Waterlures, but with autumn arrived a flock of giant cardinals. The large birds, though peaceful, spooked many of the capybaras who dropped what they were doing and ran to hide.

Particularly Imush was terrified by the winged menace in the skies.

(https://i.imgur.com/lFybrnc.png)

It appears that one of the many stray cats grew fond of our frightened trapper and adopted her. Good thing too, since it made her happy.

(https://i.imgur.com/cejmiWH.png)

The second winter of Waterlures. Work on the current buildings was nearing completion: only the roofing of the loomery was still be done. After that would be the time for a well-deserved rest.

(https://i.imgur.com/57xzx4U.png)

And indeed. The capybara men finished their work around the 20th of Opal. Zuglar, the manager, headed to the main hall and began to sing while the plump helmet man 'Avolition' appeared to listen intently. That is, if he was even able to hear.

(https://i.imgur.com/Npj6RYS.gif)

After Zuglar's singing, it was the turn of the wombat man 'Brewer Bob' to step on the stage. He began recounting a tale of a dwarf named Unib Torchbook and how she became a baroness several decades ago.

(https://i.imgur.com/1M9okTI.png)

'Delphonso' wasn't so interested in the story. He was preoccupied with his grumbling and feelings of resentment after bickering with that awful, awful witch-doctor Yawo. Well, who could blame him? Yawo was quite the character and not in a good way.

Yawo, on the contray, was exhilarated by the arguing. No wonder, since she was a quarrelsome person after all.

And so the second year came to a close as the capybaras spent most of the winter mingling with each other. Stories were told, songs were sung and dances were danced-- well, actually there was no dancing, but there was much rejoicing.

=====

Okay, that's the first two years of Waterlures then.

The capybaras didn't have nearly as much time to socialize as I had hoped for. I'd completely forgotten how long it takes to build aboveground and of course I began to build quite a lot of houses. Still, I'm surprised I managed to complete them all and now, in addition to some basic infrastructure, everyone has their own room. Except those who were dorfed: I saved it so that each of you can build the kind of home you want for your characters on your turns if you like.

I'll soon post an overview of the area with the save!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 21, 2022, 06:01:59 pm

Here's some map overviews of the area:

(https://i.imgur.com/r8PvsTP.png)

The ledge where most of the houses are built.

1. The mines -- nothing much here yet as there really hasn't been much need for stone or ore
2. The Umbrall Walls -- a miner's guild hall even though we don't have a guild and 'Delphonso' is the only actual miner
3. The Shrine of Citadels -- a shrine to Mestthos, the god of fortresses
4. Wood stockpile below the carpenters' workshops
5. Mechanic -- upstairs is the home of Ubbul Dabblegalleys, our main woodcutter
6. Temporary Mason's shop -- this needs to be moved somewhere else at some point
7. Seed storage -- don't use barrels! Above is the home of Inod Tickedcrypts, a farmer
8. The Fruit of Letters -- our main hall for now. Upstairs are the manager's and bookkeeper's offices as well as trade good storage.
9. Wells fed by the light aquifer.
10. Jeweler's -- just finished. Upstairs lives Zas Relicheavy, the “Monster Slayer” (militia commander).
11. Fishery & Infirmary -- on the ground floor is the fisheries, while 'Yawo's Clinic' (as she calls it) is above the floor in view (this floor is the home of the damn wombat 'Bob' with a shared dining room with Yawo who lives above).
12. The Chapel of Duty -- a shrine to Ôsed, the rabbit goddess.
13. Trade Depot Pavilion -- pretty self-explanatory.
14. Surface farm plots and current pasture. There's not much planted here yet. I've labeled the plots with what's planted there.
15. Farmers & Looms -- I've begun cloth and yarn production (as well as milking & cheese), so there might be job cancellation spam as they're on repeat via the manager. Just remove or suspend the jobs if they get too annoying.

(https://i.imgur.com/AssxNgj.png)

Down the slope,  towards the lake we go!

1. Wooden walkway along the cliffside -- maybe we can carve some homes into stone with their doors leading to the walkway? (Note: I've used wooden grates as railing along all walkways. It's more fun !!FUN!! than fortifications, since building destroyers can wreck them.)
2. The entry to our underground “temporary” home, which wasn't really used that much.
3. Underground farm plots just below The Fruit of Letters, our main hall. Also, pasture of geese and other poultry.
4. Another well
5. The Fishery -- below Yawo's Clinic and the homes of the mad monkey Yawo and 'Brewer Bob'
6. The Chapel of Duty -- this is what it looks like under the roof.

(https://i.imgur.com/9oeMxYZ.png)

...And one z-level below the surface, where the temporary fort was.

1. General Storage -- this can be removed or repurposed.
2. Dormitory
3. To the surface.
4. Atom Smasher -- there's a dump zone set up here (shouldn't be anywhere else), so this is where all the useless crap and clutter goes to be crushed into oblivion.
5. The first location of the Fruit of Letters, now just functioning as a still and kitchen. There's fine meals set up to be produced seasonally via manager. Might be a tad too much, so just remove or cancel the job if you feel like it.
6. A well shaft (just in case you're wondering what's that pit).
7. The fishing area. Stairs lead straight up to the fishery. How efficient!

There's still one level below this one, but it's only food storage and pretty self-explanatory, so I won't bother making an overview of it.



Some additional notes:

We don't have any location allowing any visitors and if the next overseers agree, I'd like to have a no-visitor policy for now. Especially if we plan (or need) to bring some extra capybaras in, it makes things easier if our citizens don't have relations with folk from other places (they sometimes pop by when retired and remain as friendly or hostile after unretirement). So, assign 'citizens only' to locations for now, m'kay?

About the military: we have a squad led by Zas the Monster Slayer. It's called the Fenced Princes (hey, I didn't choose the name!) and consists of Zas and 'Avolition'. I've set them to train on Granite, Hematite and Limestone, so three months a year (first months of spring, summer & autumn). I'd rather have them train only a limited amount since skills grow ridiculously quick. This way it'll somewhat limit the progression.

There's also two “artifacts” in the fort: Kilrudsat (Bronzestrokes) a bronze war hammer wielded by our resident plump helmet man 'Avolition' and a 8-sided rock salt die Othlestdodók (Scorchclasped). These are just starting items I named before retiring the adventurers at the fort. I can't remember who actually owned the die (and don't ask why I gave someone a die -- I can't remember that either!). I had to run 'cleanowned' when starting and it also cleaned the ownership of those items (and I hadn't written down who owned what).
(Edit. according to Legends, the owner of the die is Imush Gleamlanced)

About yaks: I've made yaks shearable. It's bugged me that they can't be shorn, because yak wool fiber is used to make cloth in the real world. So, don't be surprised if the shearers start shearing yaks (and I hope you don't mind of this change).

Oh, and the cliff at the northern tip of the lake: if possible, please, please don't do anything to it or to the quarry I carved into it (except haul the stones away). I've got some secret special plans for it!

And here's the save for the next overseer:

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16012
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 21, 2022, 06:05:53 pm
@xkcd1963

Are you taking the turn or should AvolitionBrit be the next?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on July 22, 2022, 10:45:42 am
your effort should not go unrewarded!! Please accept this humble golden thank you for the sublime recounting of these first few years at Waterlures.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

After my next turn at smithbridges I will request a signup here. assuming the overseers play with a fair bit of restraint, this place might be the most stylish yet mimetic representations of a small lakeside village I have seen in a while.

If any of you are King of Dragon Pass players, this village is giving me flashbacks to the strange duck people you meet in the first seasons of your story. You choose to either raid and enslave them, or force them to pledge fealty, or simply let them co-exist. The storyline is quirky and the idea of a fully fledged bird village existing in some kind of fantasy world is great.

I kind of think we have become the rodent version of that duck village.

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a 8-sided rock salt die Othlestdodók (Scorchclasped).

Wait.. it totally isn't possible to roll dice in fortress mode, right? Like, we don't have to worry about our children mis-rolling and ending up horribly transformed?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 22, 2022, 11:43:57 am
Thanks!

When I was testing out various locales for an embark, I fell immediately in love with this spot. There's pretty much everything you need for a small, self-sustaining village. Also, outside the embark area the Lakes of Saturninity is a huge lake with the river Swayedcrypt running to and from it before growing into a major river.

The world of Minbazkar in general seems to be a really cool place, and our group's main deity Ôsed the rabbit goddess has to be one of the more interesting deities to come across in DF -- with so many spheres attached to it, Ôsed seems to be some kind of "creator" god or something.

If any of you are King of Dragon Pass players, this village is giving me flashbacks to the strange duck people

As a matter of fact, that's one of my favorite games! Don't know why, but it reminds me often of DF despite it being a very different kind of game.

While I don't play tabletop RuneQuest, I do appreciate the world-building that's gone into Glorantha. Probably one of the best fantasy mythologies out there after Tolkien's Middle-Earth, imo.

Wait.. it totally isn't possible to roll dice in fortress mode, right? Like, we don't have to worry about our children mis-rolling and ending up horribly transformed?

Not possible currently in fort mode, no (afaik). So, we need not worry about that! (Though, I hope it'll be possible in the future.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 24, 2022, 05:46:16 pm
No word from xkcd1963. Since I want to keep the ball rolling I'll skip to the next on the list.

@AvolitionBrit, you're up next if you want/have time.

And the save:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16012
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on July 24, 2022, 05:52:24 pm
With pleasure
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 24, 2022, 06:06:01 pm
Nice!

Waiting to hear how you fare with the capybaras (and others).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on July 24, 2022, 10:21:20 pm
looking forward to the next turn!!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on July 25, 2022, 02:56:55 pm
Did some Raw tweaking so strange moods will actually happen. In theory, atleast they can function through force now. Not gonna do that as i want to see it happen naturally but if it doesn't we can do x moods per a year thing. We should see natural moods once we get a population of 20.

Additionally my plump helmet man will now show up on the citizens tab. With the tweaks ive made we might see some more cabybara hamlets and forts generating by the game so this will be interesting.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 25, 2022, 03:08:03 pm
Nice!

Hadn't actually tested if the strange moods happen, but previously when I've done something similar it's worked once the moodable population reaches twenty. It's entirely possible I didn't do it properly this time.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on July 25, 2022, 03:12:48 pm
I could be equally wrong and just went a step further into making them fully part of the dwarves. Will be interesting to see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on July 26, 2022, 02:57:27 pm
Who should we make a baron/baroness? Thought i would open the floor.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on July 26, 2022, 03:16:12 pm
Who should we make a baron/baroness? Thought i would open the floor.

I'd say that Kasat, the expedition leader, would probably suggest herself (if I remember her personality correctly).

But it's ultimately up to you since you're the overseer.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 01, 2022, 02:13:29 am
How's this one going, Avolition?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on August 01, 2022, 02:45:18 am
Two years and a bit in. Had museum game come a week early. Submitting my turn sometime tomorrow but yeah all good so far. Nothing of note although I notice that we have no new Capybara gonna have to use some dfhack to fix that I think. Might be they were given a sexuality but not given fertility hence no little Capybara
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 01, 2022, 04:15:24 am
Might be they were given a sexuality but not given fertility hence no little Capybara

Yeah, this is the case.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on August 01, 2022, 04:34:14 am
No worries will fix this when I pick it up again this afternoon
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on August 05, 2022, 09:08:38 am
For the next in line - https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16028

TDLR of my turn - Built a forge, fixed the save and was in the process of building a library.

No babies as of yet.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 05, 2022, 10:40:51 am
Nice!

So, it'd be your turn next @delphonso.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 05, 2022, 05:52:18 pm
Hope these capies are ready to get frisky!

I'll get started soon. Busy days lately.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 05, 2022, 05:59:55 pm
Waiting to see what direction you'll be taking the capys!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 07, 2022, 08:24:14 am
Finished up with Endedtreasure and just opened the save. Gotta say - it doesn't look bright here, guys. Lots of very upset capies...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 07, 2022, 08:40:39 am
Guess the capybara utopia is facing some problems then...

If no new clothes have been made, that could be one of the reasons. I think the clothes started to be tattered already by the end of the second year, just before I finished my turn.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 07, 2022, 08:47:11 am
Generally, they're upset they've been working so hard - no time to pray, rest, see friends or family. Plus practicing crafts. I reckon it's been too many constructions and not enough relaxing. Sounds like you lot need a dose of Dwarven wisdom. Get yer-selves underground and let's drink some brews for a while!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on August 07, 2022, 01:08:48 pm
a year of much needed rest and relaxation. doing whatever capys do
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 07, 2022, 01:48:04 pm
Oh yeah, and their personalities are quite sociable (iirc), so I guess they have high needs for that. During my turn they got barely a month of free time per year, so 2 months in total. Also, very little crafting was done (except for Salmeuk who was making furniture all the time).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 16, 2022, 02:08:52 pm
@delphonso

What's the situation? Have you had any time to play your turn or been busy with all the other stuff called life?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 17, 2022, 05:58:01 am
Been diving into my coding project, which happens to scratch the same itch as DF. I'll try to get on it by this weekend. Hopefully I can fix everyone's attitude enough for some good old fashioned baby-makin'.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 17, 2022, 06:36:20 am
When you get an itch you gotta scratch it.

No hurry with the turn, just checking if you're still playing it. :)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 24, 2022, 01:02:13 pm
Bonk.

@delphonso, what's the situation with your turn?

If you're short on time, we can switch places on the list: I've got plenty of free time currently, so I could take a turn and when you know you've got the time, I could just end my turn and upload the save?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 24, 2022, 06:45:20 pm
Certainly, go ahead. I've only finished two months, so no major loss for you to start over.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 24, 2022, 07:14:54 pm
Certainly, go ahead. I've only finished two months, so no major loss for you to start over.

Ah, but if you've already begun your turn... Any idea when you might have time to finish it?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on August 25, 2022, 12:25:44 am
This game I'm working on keeps refusing to be finished, despite my best efforts. Go ahead, bob, I'll be happy to take the turn afterwards.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 25, 2022, 06:10:56 am
Let's do that then. I'll begin my turn later today.

Good luck with your game project, delphonso!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 25, 2022, 07:32:01 am
Oh, wow. These capybaras are really unhappy, lol.

What have you done Avolitionbrit? :)

I reckon it's been too many constructions and not enough relaxing.

Just checked the stocks, and we've got like, what, over 900 units of booze for ~10 citizens. And there's tons of plants waiting to be picked up from the fields, but no room in the stockpiles.

I think we have enough food & drink to have a loooong break from work.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 25, 2022, 08:08:00 am
Okay, I think I've got a plan...

Also, I might be bringing some new capybaras to the fort via adventure mode (if it works and doesn't cause too much issues upon unretiring), so if someone wants to be dorfed (capyd?) as one, now is the time to holler.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 25, 2022, 05:39:29 pm
Part I:
Darker Times in Waterlures

(https://i.imgur.com/3wRZ6L1.png)

From the journal of baroness Kasat Waxedtiles
2nd of Slate, 330

“Everything is falling apart around me. Things are not panning out as I planned. I may be baroness and things are looking bright on my part, but the others, oh the others! It was a mistake from my part to let the others take more responsibility of running our settlement: our livestock has been breeding like rabbits (not to mention the cats - cats everywhere!) and with this rate, the pasture will be barren for the rest of eternity; crops and fruit are being left on the fields to rot, since we ran out of space in our stores; 'Delphonso' is about to snap - he's constantly coming to complain to me - and currently in an oblivious state; and Zas...

Zas, the one who was supposed to keep us safe... Well, he's been in a particularly sour mood, throwing tantrums and all, battering those cats and kittens running in front of your feet.

Today, he went too far. He defiled the shrine of Mestthos at the mine entry. Toppled the statue he did. Of the god who has kept the fortresses of the dwarves - and us capybaras along them - safe for since the beginning of times. I just pray for his soul that Mestthos will be merciful.”



(https://i.imgur.com/BmLlnZ4.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/UMzNd3C.gif)

From the journal of baroness Kasat Waxedtiles
13th of Malachite, 330

“A horrible discovery was made today in the dormitory: Imush found 'Quandale' lying in her bed, unmoving, unresponding. She was dead. Not only that, her body appeared as if drained of all of her lifeblood. I am at a loss what could have caused it. Yawo spoke of 'the angry spirits of the forest', for in spring an elven emissary came to visit unannounced. Apparently we had felled some of their sacred trees and the elves were furious. Despite that, they traded with us. But maybe Yawo is right. Maybe the spirits are angry? This is a magical part of the lands: we have seen fairies flying and dancing above the lake waters. We have to be careful. I have ordered that no more trees are to be felled. I will consult Yawo if she knows how we could appease these 'spirits'.

But first we mourn and bury our beloved 'Quandale'.”



(https://i.imgur.com/0bTJj7R.png)

“I've been feeling thirsty. Very thirsty. Not for beer nor ale or wine. For something else. My mouth feels parched. Dry. I need to quench it. Some way. I had to quench it. I found a way. Poor 'Quandale'. Poor, poor 'Quandale'. She didn't deserve it. I was thirsty. I have trouble controlling my temper. I hope the others won't find out. Why Mestthos, why? Why did you curse me? Please forgive me.”

Zas kneeled before the statue of Mestthos that he had previously defiled, humbling himself before the mighty god of Fortresses, hoping to have his curse removed with enough prayer.

Yet he would not find peace, his thirst would not end, no matter how much he prayed.



(https://i.imgur.com/IYpa0AW.gif)

From the journal of baroness Kasat Waxedtiles
1st of Limestone, 330

“As if things were not dour enough already: the unfinished library designed by our plump helmet man collapsed today. It seems likely that the lack of proper supporting structures were the cause of it. We need a proper dwarven architect - if we want to build something as spectacular. Now all the stone lies at the bottom of the Lakes of Saturnity.

Good news is that nobody was hurt and no books were lost.”

(OOC: Sorry about that @Avolitionbrit. My OCD kicked in when I noticed the lack of proper, game-wise unnecessary completely necessary, supporting structures beneath it, so I collapsed it. I am, however, going to build it anew in the same design, but adding pillars or something under it.)



From the journal of baroness Kasat Waxedtiles
5th of Timber, 330

“I am concerned. Imush was found dead in her bed a week ago, all dried up like a prune. We followed Yawo's advice to appease the spirits by culling our livestock and leaving their meats for the spirits. Some of the meat is gone, but most of it is laying untouched and rotting. I fear it didn't please them. Maybe the wombat man 'Brewer Bob' is right when he scoffed at 'such sillyness' and said it had to be something else? This has to be sorted out soon, lest we lose any more of our friends to the malevolent spirits or whatever is doing this. Who knows who'll be the next one if we don't find a means to stop this?”



(https://i.imgur.com/6N3lgbL.png)

From the journal of baroness Kasat Waxedtiles
25th of Timber, 330

“That does it!

Zas in his ever deepening depression and haggardness went too far! He is no longer responsible for our safety, nor among us. I expelled him today. He battered Inod so badly in one of his fits that even Yawo couldn't mend the wounds. Inod is dead! We have lost three of our kind this year and it isn't even winter yet!

I don't care where Zas goes, but he certainly is not welcome here anymore! I am sad, angry, disappointed and outraged by such behaviour. If this is Mestthos' way to punish him, I can not but feel that it is others who pay the highest price for his sins. I curse you Zas!”



(https://i.imgur.com/U1ssBfy.gif)

Zas felt guilty and ashamed, burdened by his actions. Trudging across the frozen lake, a cat following him, he didn't look behind: he had deserved this. He was not worthy of the ones he left behind. He hadn't meant to kill Inod. It was supposed to only be a slap! But he couldn't control his temper nor his new strength. He punched too hard. But it was not only Inod. He had killed before. Imush. Quandale. Both were dead because of him, not some 'spirits'. The others didn't know. He was the cause. He was a murderer.

He didn't care what would become of him. He didn't care if Mestthos struck him down in this instant. All that he cared for was to quench his thirst.

And he was very thirsty.



(https://i.imgur.com/KI9X6cO.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/9yZfIcL.gif)

From the journal of Yawo Cunningfur, Mandrill Woman Witch-Doctor:

“That 'Delphonso' fellow lost it finally. Had enough. Snapped. That stupid, stupid man. 'Tremendous stresses' they say. Bah, it's the nature here that's coming after them, I say. They been living too long with the mudsuckers and rockbiters of Ustuth Ïdath. Just like dwarves they are now. No beards, but more hair. Short. Stout. Who will I now argue with? 'Delphonso' was fun to make angry. Now he's just walking around, blank stare. 'Melancholic', they say. Cursed by Icemi, I say. He'll die soon. Going to feed the earth then, just like 'Quandale', Imush and Inod do. Stupid, stupid man.”

(OOC: Yawo and 'Delphonso' were often arguing with each other. 'Delphonso' didn't like it, but Yawo was exhilarated by it. They were pretty much the first ones in the fort to become friends.)

=====

So, yeah.

The happy, peaceful fortress took some darker turns. We're down to 8 citizens now: 6 capys, a mandrill woman and a wombat man.

'Delphonso' was pretty beyond help, though I managed to reduce his stress somewhat. However, Zas flipping out and giving Delphonso a beating before he was expelled made stuff worse. They were both with 40k+ stress. I know it's possible to fix that in .05, but yeah, getting an unexpected vampire (who unfortunately chose 'Quandale' as his first victim) didn't help the situation. Can't remember when's the last time I've got a citizen cursed during fort mode (probably 0.40 something?).

Anyways...

I think now I'll have to bring more capys with adventure mode. I'll be doing that tomorrow.

So, if you @delphonso and @salmeuk want new capys, let me know. Also, if there's any other preferences such as a particular skill or what-not, now's the time to say it.

I might also take a peek on Zas at some point (if the unretiring isn't *too* big a hassle).

edit. It's actually a curious detail that Zas chose Imush as his next victim after Quandale - Imush after all was the first to discover the body.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on August 25, 2022, 09:37:28 pm
yay! another chapter in the story.

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“A horrible discovery was made today in the dormitory: Imush found 'Quandale' lying in her bed, unmoving, unresponding. She was dead. Not only that, her body appeared as if drained of all of her lifeblood. I am at a loss what could have caused it. Yawo spoke of 'the angry spirits of the forest', for in spring an elven emissary came to visit unannounced. Apparently we had felled some of their sacred trees and the elves were furious. Despite that, they traded with us. But maybe Yawo is right. Maybe the spirits are angry? This is a magical part of the lands: we have seen fairies flying and dancing above the lake waters. We have to be careful. I have ordered that no more trees are to be felled. I will consult Yawo if she knows how we could appease these 'spirits'.

But first we mourn and bury our beloved 'Quandale'.”

not so yay! RIP Quandale. may he craft many masterwork cabinets in capybara heaven

I love it when statues are toppled. I hope for more in-game mechanics for curses to develop, since it it such a thematic event when it does occur. just wonderful story fodder.

Are we pretending we don't know Zas is the bloodsucker? I like that story wise. At least until he kills every capybara on the map.




Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 25, 2022, 10:04:03 pm
I was actually following the vampire Zas when he went for Quandale, but since the game is still in fast low population FPS I was too slow to react (he was literally on the door tile when I paused, so just a moment too late to lock it, damn it!).

Are we pretending we don't know Zas is the bloodsucker? I like that story wise. At least until he kills every capybara on the map.

Yeah, this was what I went with. There was no way the capybaras could've known it was Zas (or a vampire), so I made up that Yawo said something about "angry spirits" (we did get the elves come and warn us about felling trees, so it felt like it fit).

I only expelled Zas after he punched a dwarf when tantruming, which resulted in the death of said dorf.

I'm sort of tempted to do a short adventure run with Zas, if it's something others would like to see. Seemed like there could be some story potential in it. It'd certainly mess things up a tad upon unretiring the fort, but that's gonna anyway happen since I need to bring in more capys with adventure mode, sooo... Thoughts?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on August 26, 2022, 02:26:56 am
An adventure sounds neat, also when new capybaras get added can I get one?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 26, 2022, 06:08:27 am
when new capybaras get added can I get one?

Sure, consider it done. Any preferences on the capy's profession, skills or whatever, or maybe even an animal that they like?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 26, 2022, 09:52:59 am
I'm sort of tempted to do a short adventure run with Zas adventure mode

Well, this plan is scratched. Let's just say that looking through Legends what Zas was doing made it clear that he, err, met his maker, so to speak. (I'll try to do a short write-up of what happened to the vampire, but there's really not that much in Legends to work with.)

So, now the plan is to do an adventure run with a couple of capybara men (and few other animal people) and how they reach Waterlures. Depending on how things go, I'll probably do two groups - one with a report of their journeys, and the other I'll just create to start straight in Waterlures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on August 26, 2022, 11:45:00 am
This could be more fun, if migrant waves are being buggy and makes a migrant wave more personal. Also did you try to force a migrant wave to see what would happen?

Also I will happily take another turn
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 26, 2022, 03:53:24 pm
Yeah, the original intention was not to have any migrants, but hey, six capybaras won't be enough to breed enough to fill a fort (if they even will make babies), so this is sort of a backup plan to bring them in via adventure mode.

Didn't try for said reasons to force migrants with dfhack.

But if this method works out without too much of a hassle, we could have others bring capys the same way. Or we could maybe even send individual capys on solo "missions"? (Before that, I'll have to think of some quite strict rules, though.)

I'll add you to the list.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on August 26, 2022, 04:06:49 pm
True, well it could be also they are incompatible, so perhaps some new capybaras will sort that
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 26, 2022, 05:26:21 pm
Part II:
...and the giant coyotes said, “Are you going to eat that?”

(https://i.imgur.com/1jI9akO.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/ZrxU568.gif)

Nininimo, the Unspeakable Pits. A cave far in the southern regions of Minbazkar, in the Blizzard of Brushes just off the coast of the great ocean surrounding the lands, the Gulf of Liberation. A barren, freezing tundra with scarce vegetation and covered in snow and ice for most of the year.

This cave, in these lands, is where the West Councils of the Deified Band - a group of human bandits and outlaws of the Cobalt Empires - made their home in the year 325. It was as far from the reach of the so-called 'justice' of the law-givers and nobles as one could get. Any further and one would be crossing into the territory of the goblins of the Hell of Miseries.

This chapter of the story begins here with a group of five animal people who have decided - each for their own reasons - to head north to more civilized lands.



(https://i.imgur.com/qrXKPUv.png)

Edu Sandtick is a hard-working, impolite and inconsiderate capybara man trapper who likes excitement and dreams of falling in love. He has a tiercel peregrine named 'Gili Stormgroove' as his pet.

(https://i.imgur.com/uHfmhE2.png)

Ceru Sweptslops is a loyal capybara man drunkard, prone to start fights for no apparent reasons. Though he has an overbearing personality, he is quite a humble fellow in the end.

(https://i.imgur.com/lpC5BT8.png)

Esala Famecult is a curious fellow, a muskrat man who is offended by proper behaviour, which might be due to his own sloppiness. Despite this, he is quite polite and calm, but stubborn. He seeks knowledge of the world. He has an elk named Tuxum Sweatmouths traveling with him.

(https://i.imgur.com/h8KR8t5.png)

Mame Daledoor, a skunk man scoundrel, hails from the elven lands, or more precisely, from Glittersprings, an elven forest retreat not so far to the west of Waterlures.

Mame is a rather passive skunk, easily changing his mind when others are of a different opinion. Despite liking a harmonious existence, he sees violence and war as a useful means to achieve one's goals. He, too, has a pet: Rayali Nightrain, a raven.

(https://i.imgur.com/Sl7zWM8.png)(https://i.imgur.com/r4FuK73.png)

Suwu Cleanmusics is a trusting capybara woman huntress who loves merrymaking and partying. Often nervous, she gets somewhat uncomfortable around those who are different from her.



(https://i.imgur.com/aZaBsxD.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/YG53L6Q.gif)
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Galena 1st, 331

The late night sky was clear that day when Edu, Ceru, Esala, Mame and Suwu, along with their pets, were about to leave the cave they'd called home for a several years. A cold breeze blew from the west, deeper from the frigid tundras. No matter how long they had lived here, none of the animal persons got used to the cold - maybe Esala's pet elk, but since none of them knew how to speak with animals, it wasn't possible to know.

(https://i.imgur.com/Ziy6TOk.png)

As a farewell to the Otnge, Edu told a joke to make the moment a bit more relaxed. Otnge had tried to persuade Edu and the others to remain, but their minds were set: they would head north to warmer climates, far away from the cold south.

Besides, it was only a matter of time when the Hell of Miseries would take note of the folk living in the Unspeakable Pits: war had been brewing between the goblins and the dwarves of the Fence of Amusement for several years now. The extent of the clashes was not known to the capybaras nor the humans of the cave, but one thing was certain: war creates opportunities.

And there were no opportunities here at the Unspeakable Pits.

(https://i.imgur.com/OHTamdD.png)

Dawn began to break when the group finished saying their farewells. Quite a few of the humans and dwarves tried to dissuade them from their journey, but their efforts were fruitless. In fact, one of the dwarves, Id, decided to accompany them: she was rather impressed by Edu's singing when he had sung to the prophet Kûbuk a goodbye song, and on a whim joined them.

Maybe she too was tired of the place, and singing was as good an excuse as any to change scenery?

(https://i.imgur.com/NxHM7A8.png)

As sunset drew closer, the traveling companions reached the Shady Forest far to the east. The dense pine forest was a welcome change to the bleak, flat tundras that they had gotten so used to in these last few years.

While walking through the forest Id spoke of a group of outlaws who had holed up in Bentdent, an old tomb in the Contained Field. Id couldn't say much more about it, and she began to waver about her decision to accompany the capybaras.

(https://i.imgur.com/GIeq3J3.png)

...But that was mostly because of Mame the skunk man: Id and Mame were constantly bickering, threatening each other and demanding the other to yield.

(https://i.imgur.com/LLrne28.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/lWxd5x5.gif)

It didn't take long until the bickering turned into a fist fight between the two.

Edu intervened and yelled at Id to stop when the dwarf threw Mame on the ground and was about to jump on him to give a good battering. Id yielded, Mame got up, and demanded Id to drop her pouch and knife. Id did as ordered.

The situation calmed.

Edu collected Id's knife and put it away in his backpack.

(https://i.imgur.com/AwjaYtn.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/TwbT2Fo.gif)

They made camp at the summit of a volcano for the night. Or for what was left of the night: climbing to the top had taken them more time than expected. It didn't help that Mame and Id had continued their bickering, dragging Suwu along into the mess.

If this keeps going on and on, Id has to leave. Edu thought as he huddled next to the campfire, preparing to sing a song before sleep.



(https://i.imgur.com/FjD568g.gif)

Galena 2nd, 331

In the morning, the companions looked at the map that they had 'borrowed' from the Unspeakable Pits: according to it, they were at the easternmost volcano of a cluster of three fiery mountains. Mame was thrilled about these 'great natural places' and insisted that they visit each and everyone of them.

(https://i.imgur.com/pLU5rbL.png)

When they came to the Murk of Seers, just a short distance from the volcano, snow gave way to greenery. The lush forests were a welcome change after all the snow and ice that seemingly continued on and on without end.

(https://i.imgur.com/tq9GXiC.png)

They visited the other volcanos. It was a short detour, so not much time was lost, but then again, the companions were in no hurry to reach their destination. Which wasn't yet decided upon, except that the direction was north into the dwarven lands.

(https://i.imgur.com/yN4BrYQ.png)

When night began to fall, an ominous twisted tower was seen thrusting into the skies through the heavily forested, hilly region.

It was Mutetorch, a dark place inhabited by practicioners of foul magics - if the stories were true. Truth be told, not much was known of the place, and it picqued the curiosity of Esala, the muskrat man.

It was his turn to insist that they go and take a look.

Begrudgingly, the others accepted.

(https://i.imgur.com/BnFEJGa.png)

At the outskirts of Mutetorch's grounds, Esala decided to venture alone into the tower. It was not a good idea to go with a large group and risk being noticed: who knows how the inhabitants (if there were any) would react?

Esala was confident that, if alone, he would fare much better than with these blundering oafs.

(https://i.imgur.com/paRRT2G.gif)

Around the tower were many small ziggurats. Most of them had been empty, though in one Esala had found some armor and other equipment, which looked like they could fit the capybaras - for him it was too large.

However, the fourth ziggurat Esala entered had a nasty surprise waiting in one of the siderooms: a rotting goblin standing in front of display cases, moaning with a hair-raising voice.

Undead. So, the stories are true! It hasn't either noticed me or doesn't care. I should turn around, but those bags lying at its feet... Esala was tempted to go for the loot, despite his mind warning him that it was a terrible, terrible idea.

And indeed, as he snuck to grab the bags, the corpse shuddered and tried to attack him!

Fortunately, Esala was quicker and managed to dodge out of the way, preparing to make a hasty retreat - for he had no equipment whatsover with him to fight off the shambling corpse.

(https://i.imgur.com/6S7yHvm.png)

Esala ran back to the others, certain that the corpse had lost his trail in the dark.

That was not the case: the darkness didn't hinder it and it charged through the snow - if you can call sluggish walking charging. Fortunately, Tuxum, the elk, was a hardy and large beast, and it rushed into the fray before the others knew what was happening.

Soon, the goblin corpse lay unmoving and dead for good.

It was decided that no more venturing to the tower should happen. Esala agreed, still a bit shocked about the encounter.



(https://i.imgur.com/5k8N3L7.png)
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Galena 3rd, 331

The next day they continued their journey, this time heading directly to the north. No more detours. Not this day.

However, things didn't go as planned when they noticed too late a pack of giant coyotes stalking them down the slope, hidden by the dense reedgrass and trees.

Edu leapt downhill as fast as he could, his copper spear raised ready to strike...

(https://i.imgur.com/e5x9fBp.png)

...but he was too late.

Esala was the first to fall.

None of the companions were prepared for this.

Edu was soon lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple bite wounds, trying to desperately scramble to safety. Panic set in. All he could was roll away from the charges of the coyotes, stand up, dodge, get knocked down, stand up again, try to run.

(https://i.imgur.com/UpauA9k.gif)

It went on and on for some time before Edu realized he was running east through the reeds after losing his spear. Then he realized it was not the only thing he had lost and left behind:

He had left his companions to whatever fate the coyotes had to offer them.



(https://i.imgur.com/mwxmbX9.gif)

Edu lost track of time as he continued his flight through the forest and brush, it was only when the ground became wetter and the underbrush thicker that he realized he had reached the Helpful Swamp.

He sat down by the bank of a river confluence, made a campfire and sat down.

One of the coyotes had bit him good: his right forearm was gashed and his head was still bleeding. Had he not picked up those steel gauntlets Esala managed to 'retrieve' from one of the ziggurats, he surely would've lost his arm.

(https://i.imgur.com/vQAVwhb.png)

Edu prayed to Githu, asking mercy for the soul of the muskrat man.

He prayed to Githu to spare the rest of his companions.

(https://i.imgur.com/DBPn6RW.gif)

A few hours later Edu heard something rustling through the brush: Suwu and Gili, his pet falcon.

They were alive!

Forgetting his thirst, Edu rushed to them.

(https://i.imgur.com/ymwyicV.png)

Concerned about Suwu's well-being, Edu asked how she was feeling. She seemed shocked and showed her right paw: it was missing the second finger. But she was lucky to be alive. Id, Mame and Tuxum had all died along with Esala. Of Ceru's fate she was not certain. But it was unlikely that the drunkard would've made it.

Saddened by the death of their companions and friends, the two continued their journey. Their spirits were low. They should've listened to the folk back at the cave who tried to talk them out of their foolishness.



(https://i.imgur.com/jG5raX8.png)
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Galena 4th, 331

The next morning they arrived at the hillocks of Takenmines.

There they headed to the drinking mound, the dwarven equivalent of a tavern. It was crowded with smelly, bearded drunken dwarves. Edu expressed his emotions about the loss of his companions, but the dwarves were not interested. They did, however, enjoy when Edu began to sing 'Amethysts' and joined along.

In fact, once again, one of the dwarves, Inod, was so impressed by the singing, that she decided to tag along with Suwu and Edu. It was probably not so much due to Edu's skill (or more like, lack of) than due to her being, drunk.



(https://i.imgur.com/H6ViMXT.png)

They continued their journey. Now it was becoming clear that they did not have a clear destination: they had reached the dwarf lands and were just wandering aimlessly, from hillock to hillock, and passing by several hillocks, which had, according to Inod, been overrun by goblin-kind.

Though they mostly tried to avoid these places, they did stumble into a camp sheltering refugees of the war. They didn't linger there, and continued after exchanging a few words and hearing some rumors.

Eventually the towering Incidental Points grew larger and larger in the horizon, and they arrived at the capital of the Fence of Amusement: Inkedwhims.

(https://i.imgur.com/5UhOBeO.gif)


=====

Well, that didn't go as planned (when does it?).

Again I tried to do something nice and peaceful, but since this is DF, stuff happens.

We'll see if any of the two survivors will make it all the way to Waterlures. I'll "recruit" a couple more capybaras from the fortress where they arrived tomorrow when I continue.

I'll do the promised dorfings when we reach Waterlures. Don't want any named characters dying before arrival.

(Also, notice the Ñ in the last screenshot. We'll see if it's the Unaging King himself...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on August 27, 2022, 03:18:52 am
Well dang looks like their journey isn't going to well so far, hopefully they make it to our fort.

when new capybaras get added can I get one?

Sure, consider it done. Any preferences on the capy's profession, skills or whatever, or maybe even an animal that they like?
I haven't got any preferences so go with whatever the fortress is in need of.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 27, 2022, 06:13:00 am
Well dang looks like their journey isn't going to well so far, hopefully they make it to our fort.

Yeah, and if they make it, how emotionally scarred will they be?

"Good" thing though is that the remaining citizens were doing quite well after we lost the two severely stressed dwarves, so there shouldn't be any immediate tantruming happening from their part.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 27, 2022, 05:50:01 pm
Part III:
New Companions

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From the journal of Edu Sandtick
16th of Galena, 331


“We have been staying now for some time in the Honeys of Paint, a small local tavern near the entry gates. Me and Suwu have managed to 'acquire' quite a few items of interest that were laying unused at the temple. This place is loaded with wealth and the dwarves barely keep an eye on their precious goods. It's as if the fate of a priceless artifact didn't mean anything to them! With these items, me and Suwu are set for good. We even had to go to a nearby hillocks to 'buy' a pony to carry all that stuff! No more poverty. No more hunger. No more hoping for good trapping fortunes. We're rich now!

We only have to leave this place, and go somewhere far enough where we won't be found.

And I believe we have a plan...“

(https://i.imgur.com/DHTl3mr.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/rahcf4Z.gif)

“Surprisingly we met capybara folk within Inkedwhims. One of them, a chubby, lovely lady, was Kasat Waxedtiles. She apparently is the baroness of a capybara settlement far to the northwest of here, deep within old elven territory. She had come all the way from there to Inkedwhims on a mission: to gather more of us capybara folk to move there! What a stroke of luck! She thought that we were treasure hunters (I think she might have caught a glimpse of stuff poking from the bulging saddlebags of my new pony), but we said that we were just a simple trapper and huntress from the cold south... And that Inod was just traveling with us for the time being.

This Kasat, she asked us to join her and come with her and a group of other capybaras she had managed to round up from Inkedwhims and the surroundings. We agreed and met with the group. They seemed like a cheerful bunch of folk - honest, hard-working. But I read between the lines that they were deeply afraid living under the absolute rule of king Såkzul (who me and Suwu actually saw walking in the fort halls several times!), or the Unaging King - as they call him. Seemed like they were more eager to just get away from this place, no matter where, just as long as it was far, far away.

And me and Suwu are fine with that plan.”



(https://i.imgur.com/knM2Bi0.png)

Ilral Begunbridges, a spinner with some skill in shearing and weaving. Not fond of commerce, she insists on maintaining dignity and observing decorum, though her self-esteem is somewhat lacking.

(https://i.imgur.com/HmvBMVJ.png)

Kudpa Towerfrenzy, a potter whose origins are in the Cobalt Empire to the north. A dour, negative capybara woman who doesn't see much value in being stoic.

(https://i.imgur.com/HvhXUNS.png)

Led Winetheaters, a carpenter and woodcutter who knows which side of the axe to hold when you swing. A pessimist who is pleased by his looks, doesn't really appreciate the law (now who would appreciate it after all that the Unaging King has done!) and enjoys being in company.

(https://i.imgur.com/N0nUvRJ.png)

Vucar Scorchlancers, a soap maker who knows a thing or two about bees, honey and making mead. Interestingly, he absolutely hates nature and outdoors and despite not caring about fairness, he still wants to head away from civilized lands - maybe due to the fact that he hates being confined by obligations.

(https://i.imgur.com/6DhwiLF.png)

Kumil Goldenclashed, a faun who used to be a miner, but decided to become a sellsword. No wonder, since he respects martial prowess and sees war as a necessity, though he does prefer a humble, peaceful day. Happy, optimistic and scatterbrained, yet still a pessimist.

He travels with a two-humped camel, Domas Gearcovers.

(https://i.imgur.com/QlxpSRt.png)

Cañar Spiritcoal, a huge elephant man mercenary from the north. A loner who rarely asserts himself in discussions. Despite his intimidating size and large maul, he tries to avoid physical confrontations and dreams of bringing lasting peace to the world.

(https://i.imgur.com/oXTUvZz.png)

Shebi Veilsavior, a badger woman scribe who follows Cañar, chronicling his adventures. She is a compassionate and calm woman with a strong sense of duty. She shares Cañar's dream of peace in the world.

Ube Glenshower, a kitten, accompanies Shebi wherever she goes.



(https://i.imgur.com/4R3G3S6.gif)

Together the group begins their long trek towards Waterlures, braving the many dangers of the wilds that lay before them...


=====

So, a bit of a shorter one today.

Didn't get so far as unexpected real-life stuff happened (and I also botched my first try in making new capies to join Edu and Suwu, so had to do that anew).

It was funny, though not entirely unexpected, to meet Kasat at the fort. I was already wondering how I'd get Edu & Suwu to head for Waterlures without making it too forced, but our obese baroness gave a good opportunity for it.

And yeah, this time I made two characters who are (semi) well-equipped and skilled (used DFHack liberally to boost their points - didn't want heroes or demigods) to give a slightly better chance of surviving the wilds. I'm counting the faun and (sort of OP) elephant man as NPCs, so they'll probably eventually be "sent away" from Waterlures (assuming they make it there alive).

Also, I put Kasat into the group to get her back home. (I love/hate it when citizens live their own lives during fort retirement.)

Gonna try to get them safe (fingers crossed) to Waterlures tomorrow. Then I'll fix the unretirement stuff the best I can and prolly run fort mode for long enough to have the characters from other civs to petition for citizenship.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 28, 2022, 02:07:37 pm
Part IV:
With the Ferocity of a Kitten

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Galena 16th, 331

It was a gray and wet day when Edu and Suwu left with the group of capybaras that baroness Kasat had gathered. Rain poured down, soaking each and everyone of them wet. Edu, who was more accustomed to snow, was annoyed by being caught in the rain. He wrapped his llama wool hood and cloak tighter around him, though they offered little protection from the downpour. The others, they too, seemed to be grouchy and in a sour mood.

Off to good start. Of course it had to rain the day we leave. I sure hope this doesn't continue for long, Edu grumbled.

Fortunately the rain turned to a trickle within a few hours and by the time they reached Relicstaves - the last hillocks before the vast wilds - the sky cleared and the sun shone from high in the western sky.

(https://i.imgur.com/EX6FUB2.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/L8VJjjn.gif)
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In the Hill of Sweetness, a short distance north from Relicstaves, they saw something that Edu had only heard of in tales: feather trees!

He rode his pony to one of the trees, picked some soft downs and tasted one of the eggs, which appeared to be ripe. It was an odd taste, the texture like that of a hen's egg, yet the taste was... Edu couldn't really describe it and wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

(https://i.imgur.com/LhnN8Ag.gif)

By the time the dark of the night crept in, it was raining again.

Edu dismounted Olum, his pony, and made a fire under the canopy of an oak. The roof of leaves didn't help much, but at least it gave some kind of protection from the weather.



(https://i.imgur.com/ApPMLcP.gif)

Galena 17th, 331

Before the sun rose, the companions rest was interrupted by a couple of giant great horned owls. Kumil put them down easily, Edu butchered them and so they had some owl meat for an early breakfast.

The moon was still visible in the western sky when they decided to continue. They had bedded early the previous evening, so they were rested enough to continue the voyage.

It's a good thing we came along with this group. Baroness Kasat was right to hire some guards. If it would've been just me, Suwu and the others, I don't think we'd managed without losing someone, Edu thought, munching freshly roasted owl meat.

(https://i.imgur.com/AkYSGYY.png)

They passed the Solitary Teeth, a small cluster of low mountains, traveling through the Plain of Corridors, which led them to the Ochre Hill. From there, they'd follow the river north: it'd eventually lead them to the southern shores of the Lakes of Saturnity. But since there wouldn't be any passage over the lake during this time of the year, they'd then have to go around it to reach the northern shore where Waterlures was.

Baroness Kasat had assured that the trip was an easy and safe one - she had, after all, traveled alone to Inkedwhims with no problem. The hired guards, they were only there to play it on the safe side, she had continued.

Well, if it's only giant owls that we have to face, I'm certain Kasat's hirelings will be more than enough safety for us, Edu thought. I hope she'll stay safe, since she'll be joining us later due to having to take care of some things. It seems that duty calls even the nobility. Don't understand why we just didn't wait for her, but she wanted to see us off as soon as possible.

(OOC: Okay, I either forgot to add Kasat to the group or she and several others got left behind at one of the hillocks, since they're not anymore in the companion list. Damn.)



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Galena 18th, 331

The companions spent the rest of the day in the Ochre Hills. They erected a small hut next to a waterfall and a river confluence, which they named 'Lonelycanyons'. Half-jokingly Edu claimed himself as 'lord' of the place.

It had been the wish of baroness Kasat that they build shelter half-way between Inkedwhims and Waterlures. She said that it was for the future, when next time folk from Waterlures had to head for the capital. A shelter where one could bed and be protected from the possibly harsh weather.

As the sun began to rise, baroness Kasat arrived with Vucar. She had completed her 'duties' quicker than expected - the companions had been prepared to wait for several days.

So they continued their journey.

(https://i.imgur.com/E4Zm15O.gif)

They began to near the Lakes of Saturnity when heavy rain began to pour through the thin mist that enveloped them. The sky was dark and gray, with the occasional rumbling of thunder carrying from afar. Travel was slow through the thickets of arrow bamboo and dense reedgrass growing at the borders of the Forest of Constructing.

Once they had reached the river Swayedcrypt, they had to move east to find a suitable crossing. The river was too wide and the current too strong. None wanted to risk being swept by it and drowning while swimming across.

(https://i.imgur.com/uAPk30A.png)
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The rain gave way to a clear sky, the sun high in the west, but the capybaras and others didn't get to enjoy it for long before a ferocious, rumbling growl was heard:

A giant grizzly bear - a beast many times larger than a normal bear!

As the giant bear charged at Vucar, knocking him over, Cañar swung his maul in a fell swoop, hitting it on its back with a sickening crack. The bear was taken by surprise when all of the capybaras swarmed it, punching, kicking, biting and scratching like rabid animals. Even baroness Kasat joined in and punctured the beast's side with her bronze pick, lodging it firmly in the wound.

Panic set in for the grizzly and it tried desperately to scramble away from the ambush-gone-wrong.

(https://i.imgur.com/sFTORLf.gif)

The companions gave chase to the fleeing grizzly that did not seem so scary anymore.

Kumil's camel, Domas, led the charge and was the first to catch up - the rest soon followed. Even Ube the kitten joined in...

(https://i.imgur.com/onvTN8n.png)

...and her ferocious scratching was enough to knock it unconscious!

Cañar finished the bear by crushing its skull with his maul.

(https://i.imgur.com/GzVHsdd.png)

They had reached the Dune of Influencing, a rocky wasteland, when weariness from the day kicked in.

Though it was not a long trip to the Lakes of Saturnity, the companions decided to call it a day and set camp. Tomorrow they'd be at Waterlures, fresh and rested.



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Galena 19th, 331

Early morning they continued their journey, following the river all the way to the Lakes of Saturnity.

It was a particularly cold day of late Galena: the lake and river were frozen. They didn't dare step on the ice, since it certainly couldn't be thick enough to bear their weight.

(https://i.imgur.com/1kwjUDH.png)

They were very close to Waterlures when they noticed movement in the distance, heading towards them.

Perhaps it was the denizens of the settlement, coming over to welcome and greet them?

(https://i.imgur.com/LX9ClWi.gif)

However, the moving figures turned out to be a flock of giant peach-faced lovebirds. The savage wilds were full of many a large and wonderful creature.

At least these ones were not a threat to the companions.

(https://i.imgur.com/NeG5LKx.gif)

And finally: Waterlures!

They had arrived. Their harsh trek had ended.

For Edu and Suwu it was time to rest, settle down and begin life anew far from the freezing tundras of the south.

Edu looked at the figurine in his hand he had carved from the bones of the giant grizzly: it depicted Esala, the muskrat man. He put it in his pocket and sighed: We'll make this all worthy of your death, dear friend.

=====

Got the companions safe and sound to Waterlures.

Adding the couple of "hired guards" to the group was probably unnecessary, but I wanted to play on the safe side, since much of the surroundings are savage and didn't want to risk having most of the group eaten by giant beasts again.

I retired them at Waterlures (took a backup before it) and unretired the fort.

It looks like there's not many issues with a quick glance: there was only one visitor on the border of the map who was listed hostile. I used make-citizen to make the human bard one of the fort. Should I expel her or let her stay?

The other problem I noticed isn't a big one either: Kasat isn't a baroness anymore and the civ screen doesn't list any baron/baroness for Waterlures. Legends doesn't say anything either about her not being the baroness anymore.

As long as we don't have any locations that allow visitors and the population remains low, I think swapping between adventure & fort mode is a doable thing. But we'll see if more issues arise when I continue the game tomorrow in fort mode.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 28, 2022, 03:53:57 pm
Something extra for the day:

(https://i.imgur.com/67edEef.png)

(I tried my hands on some pixel stuff and made us a banner)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on August 29, 2022, 03:24:12 am
That's a really nice looking banner right there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on August 29, 2022, 03:33:27 am
Ube the kitten's legendary takedown! Amazing.

That banner is veeeery nice. really heavy Redwall cover vibes. that series always had these dramatic landscapes and cloak-ed heros.  .
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

now, how much faster would population grow if this adventure mode recruitment method is performed regularly? Is this a new era for Waterlures?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 29, 2022, 12:15:43 pm
Okay, so I've run into a slight predicament here... Which was sort of expected with all the retire/unretire stuff.

Seems like I'm getting a consistent ctd just a week before winter. Not entirely sure what's causing it, but it might be the make-citizen script I used. I'll revert to a save before I used it and see if it'll help.

Let's hope that's the case and not something else.

But yeah, probably no story update today then.

Edit. Reverting to the save before using the script seems to have helped: just got to winter. Hopefully the issue is solved.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 30, 2022, 05:55:05 pm
Part V:
Ôsed's Gift

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From the journal of Kasat Waxedtiles
5th of Granite, 332


“That damned wombat 'Bob'! I left him in charge of Waterlures during my abscence of a couple of weeks. It was a mistake. During that time - I don't know how it's even possible! - everything had turned into a bloody mess: animals were out of their pens, running loose around the surroundings (oh, the amount of chasing!); books were strewn here and there ('Bob' claimed not to know who had done it, but he's the only bookworm around!); socks, oh the socks - socks everywhere! - and worst of all, where had all the rum gone?! It literally took us the rest of the summer and whole autumn to clean things up and put things back in proper order!

Cursed be that wombat! I bet even now he's made up some excuse to avoid working and 'attend to more important matters'... Pssh, he's just a loafer who pretends to be a chronicler or scholar of sorts. Seriously, has he even written anything since we got here?

Well, it's spring now and we have a whole new year ahead of us. There's been some construction work going on through the winter and we have some grand plans for this year. With all the new folk around, things should progress more quickly.”



(https://i.imgur.com/k98QBWC.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/MHOrrzR.gif)

Work on several new buildings halted for the last half of summer. It was time to celebrate and socialize, for things were running smoothly. Food was still plentiful: the stores were full from the overproduce of previous years and there was a steady supply of fish coming from the lake.

There wasn't any need to be working constantly: the capybaras were self-sufficient and they were not so keen on trading with the outside world (except, of course, Kasat who liked a good bargain). Overproduction was to be avoided, lest the stores fill to the brim and the excess rot.

For the first time in these seven years, the capybaras felt like they were finally getting to know each other a little better. In fact, many of them had become close friends.

Edu Sandticks was the only one who chose not to mingle with the others: he spent most of his time at the lake fishing, still shaken by the attack of the giant coyotes, which had cost the lives of many of his friends.



(https://i.imgur.com/AfCXu4t.png)

From the journal of Såkzul Agebronze, bookkeeper of Waterlures
1st of Hematite, 333


“Our supplies are plentiful. There is more than enough for us. Hopefully we'll get some traders soon. We should get rid of the excess meat. It's summer now, so maybe the tall folk will come by. Last year they didn't come. Nor did the dwarves. Even the elves didn't show up this spring. It is worrisome. Maybe the war from the south has spread? Kasat told much about the outer world when she came back. That odd giant fellow with his swinging trunk, Cañar - he told stories from the north. So much war and death. Death is all around us. Why can't they just exist in harmony?”

(OOC: I've had hermit mode enabled, so that's the reason why there hasn't been any caravans lately.)



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It was late summer. Two years had passed since the migrants from Inkedwhims arrived at Waterlures. One by one they asked to be accepted as full citizens of the settlement. It was more of a formality than anything else: for their whole stay, they had been already regarded as part of the group. Kumil, the faun sellsword, was the first one to join the Amazing Bath-Swine, and he was very jubilant about it.

Work was progressing well with the new structure of the library that had collapsed a couple of years earlier. This time proper supports were built: it had been risky business, since the foundations had to be laid during winter when the lake was frozen. Fortunately for the capybaras, the ice lasted for the whole of winter, so the founding work was completed within a season. The whole structure, well, finishing it would take a longer time.

In fact, Kasat had ordered 'Bob' the wombat to carve out a massive amount of phyllite and andesite blocks. Surprisingly, the would-be chronicler didn't complain and proved to be quite a worker. Of course nothing compared to 'Quandale', but nevertheless he was the most competent mason around for now.



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From the journal of Kasat Waxedtiles, former baroness of Waterlures

“A caravan from Inkedwhims arrived with the outpost liaison Iden. I had a chat with her and I got confirmation about my status among the nobility: I have been stripped of my title and holdings. Waterlures is now under the rule of one Stukos Tadast. I know nothing of him. I met many other nobles in the capital, but not him. I don't recall even hearing his name. Regardless, in a sense, I am relieved not to be anymore involved in all that skullduggery going on: my skills in scheming and politicking are insufficient.


The others, well, they still call me 'Baroness'. It is sweet of them, but surely they understand that I am no proper noble.”


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“News from the south was troubling. The hillocks of Entrancedhatchets and Evenplank had been conquered early last year by the Hell of Miseries. They had assaulted several other places too, but they were apparently fended off. Iden didn't go much in to details, but what I found most worrisome was that the Cunning Witch from the far northwest has declared war upon our kingdom and had besieged Violetgems. They were not successful.

Still, I am worried. Had it only been the Hell of Miseries, we would be far from the front, but with the goblins from the north... It changes things. We are almost in the middle of the route their armies are likely to take when they next attack. Or, that is what Cañar and Kumil told me.

It is probably for the best that we begin to think of equipping our militia. I am certain 'Avolition' can forge them proper gear from the iron we have.”



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It was Obsidian, late winter and the year nearing its end, when the capybaras once again took some time off. The Fruit of Letters was filled with song and stories, cats running to and fro giving chase to vermin and fairies.

Vucar Scorchlancers, or 'King Zultan' like he referred to himself, was leaning at the wall next to the door. I'd just as soon not have anything exciting happen today, he thought to himself as he eyed the others mingling and chatting. Some were caught in some bickering: the bookkeeper Såkzul looked insulted after a heated exchange with Suwu the huntress. 'Zultan' couldn't make out the subject over all the noise, but probably it was some silly argueing over a petty matter.

Well, as long as it doesn't get more exciting than that, I'm content, he thought before heading off to eat.

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So ended another year and when spring and the year 334 had arrived, on the 9th of Granite, the blessings of Ôsed, the Rabbit in the Sky, bore fruit:

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Praised be Ôsed!

=====

Holy crap!

I was literally just about to save and call quits for the day when Såkzul gave birth (while making clothes, naturally). Like, only a half hour before I was thinking that the two capies I DFHack married during the start would never get children. Guess I was wrong.

So, looks promising. As long as we get the capies married, they will have offspring. That's good news.

Currently most capies have friends, close friends or kindred spirits in the list. There's some with 'companion' due to adventure mode - I have no idea if those can become lovers and eventually get married. Anyways, now it's just a matter of coupling up the capybaras.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on August 30, 2022, 06:19:47 pm
good news ! a small, furry creature has joined the ranks...
looking forward to future updates.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 30, 2022, 06:44:36 pm
good news ! a small, furry creature has joined the ranks...
looking forward to future updates.

Yeah, it was sort of an unexpected turn of events, since the capies hadn't had *that* much time to socialize. Let's just hope this won't be the only li'l baby bath-swine.

Oh, and now that I remember, I realized yesterday that I never put you on the turn list when you asked. You still wanting a turn, Salmeuk?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on August 31, 2022, 03:36:01 am
Huzza a child has been born!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on August 31, 2022, 05:48:43 pm
Part VI:
Tazuk Âbir

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Likot Languagehame, born to Såkzul Agebronze the bookkeeper and Zuglar Hoursilver the manager. She was born today, which makes her very young indeed. Even at this young an age, it is obvious that she has personally abandoned any attempt at self-control and that the whole idea of such is deeply offensive!

Såkzul was blissful of finally becoming a parent, as was Zuglar - both of their dreams now realized. This is what they came to Waterlures for: to raise a family as far as possible from that tyrant that does not age.



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From the journal of Kasat Waxedtiles
12th of Hematite, 334


“The Merchant's Guild representative Upnal Iqualipi from the Just Union arrived with a caravan. He greeted us on behalf of the guild, told news from afar and we made a trade agreement for the next year. There was not much that we needed, but 'Avolition' needs flux for the smelters so that he may began producing small amounts of steel. We are lucky to have the plump helmet man around for he has learned the secrets of the strong dwarven metal. Other than that, I asked them to bring us coal and lumber. We have still plenty of trees, but we dare not cut too many of them, lest we anger the elves. The guild asked from as potash, waterskin and tanned hides. That should be mostly doable, since we have plenty of leather lying around after the cullings of our livestock.”

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While Kasat was haggling with the merchants, 'Avolition' headed to the construction site of the new library. The remnants of the ice that had been left behind had melted and filled one third of the cellar. Not enough to swim, but deep enough to prevent any work. So the water had to be pumped away.



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The year was rather uneventful: caravans arrived and left while the capybaras kept on working. Progress on the new library was slow and was halted when winter arrived.

But then, during early winter, precisely on the 10th of Moonstone, Såkzul gave birth again: a baby boy!

What better reason to have winter festivities than this!

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Led recounted the tale of Axesplatter's fall to the hordes of goblins in 329, a tragic tale of the horrors of war, told in his typical pessimistic tone. Despite the subject, he was satisfied: he felt his story-telling skills were constantly improving.

Though, it is doubtful that anyone noticed the improvement: Cañar hardly paid attention to the tale, for he was mostly interested in talking with Led after it.

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Zuglar sang 'the Wispy Warnings and Worries', an example of the Tenebrous Sparkle, using his entire voice range to sing the main melody. 'Bob' simulated the uzo, while Cañar simulated the quabu and Kin simulated the uta.



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The arrival of spring heralded a new year of toil and village life. The spirits of the capybaras were lifted by the births and time off, yet there was still much for improvement.

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...and with spring came the elven caravan. They had strange, towering animals with long necks and legs as their beasts of burden. Yawo knew to tell that they were called 'giraffes' and they were quite common in the northern wilds and elf lands of the Typhoon of Lusters.

There was not much interesting goods that the elves had to offer, except for some exotic animals, notably a silvery gibbon - Kasat's favourite. Most curiously, the elves had with them a pedestal and an altar made of gems. 'Avolition' enlightened Kasat that the pedestal was carved of an enormous star sapphire while the altar was cut from a star ruby. How the elves had come to possess them, Kasat didn't ask, but she knew that dwarves would be envious of such things.

A deal was struck. Steel equipment from the dwarven caravan in exchange for a silvery gibbon, the pedestal, the altar and some fruit.



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Time passed, spring turned to summer. The humans came with their caravan: flux stone and lumber were bought. Ilral, the spinner, acted as broker this time, for Kasat was otherwise occupied: she had decided it was time to get to know 'King Zultan' a little better.

And they had headed off to the recently finished Tazuk Âbir, the Hut of Romancing.

Will they be attracted to each other romantically or are they only interested in being friends?

Only time will tell...

=====

Nothing much really happened in the fort. Been giving the capies plenty of time off for socializing.

We'll see if the pre-honeymoon suite works.

I'll try to finish my turn tomorrow (been going way overtime already).

Just want to get one more thing completed (and hopefully get at least one marriage)...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 02, 2022, 04:23:48 pm
Part VII:
Books and Giant Keas

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A flock of giant keas arrived to Waterlures. They pestered the livestock, snatching at them, causing cuts and bruises, while construction work was halted when the keas swooped around the capybaras, scaring them and sending them running for cover.

Kumil, 'Avolition' and Cañar did their best to drive the avian menace away, but alas, the thieving parrots managed to avoid all attempts... until one fool-hardy kea flew into the temporary underground area. There it was cornered and Cañar gave a swift and decisive blow with his war hammer Nethlîlar Emlïd, which Edu had gifted to him (was it Edu's to give is an  different story - it was after all acquired by dubious means from Inkedwhims).

Unfortunately Kumil took some nasty cuts and scratches, which needed tending to. He headed off to Yawo's clinic.

The wounds were not that bad and Yawo managed to heal Kumil with little difficulty.

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Meanwhile, 'King Zultan' was still at the Hut of Romancing with Kasat. He was recounting an old, gruesome tale of the cruelty of goblins and their poor victims. Surprisingly, Kasat was interested by the story.

There was no change in their relation - they still were just friends - and when autumn came, Kasat had to attend to other tasks: the caravan from the Mountainhome should soon arrive.



From the journal of Kasat Waxedtiles
24th of Limestone, 335


“I had a great summer: it was wonderful to get to know 'King Zultan' better. Yet, I am unsure whether he is of the type that I would fancy. I am very fond of him, of course, but when it comes to romancing, he seems a bit... lacking. I doubt I will fall in love with him - in fact, I don't think there's any single one around here with whom I could imagine getting intimate.

In any case, the outpost liaison visited as well as a caravan.

We made a trade deal for the coming year and I requested more lumber and flux stone. That shall have to be enough for 'Avolition'. I'm certain there should be enough to make a large enough batch of steel to equip our defenders. We're not here to build an army. A few well-equipped and trained hands will have to suffice.”



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The year was over quickly, and come spring and year 336, the elves arrived once again.

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However, trading didn't go exactly as planned. Absentmindedly Kasat had offered a large amount of stone and bone crafts without noticing that among them was a walnut wood scepter.

The elves were shocked and horrified.

They refused to continue trading with the capybaras. And they left, their hearts filled with sorrow and anger.



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From the journal of Zefon 'Brewer Bob' Drunkenceilings
19th of Felsite, 336


“A most fascinating sighting in the skies: a flock of cardinal men have been seen flying around and over Waterlures more than once this week. It must be a wonderful feeling to soar through the skies, the fresh wind blowing on your feathered face - truly remarkable. Ah, to have wings and join them! If only my duty didn't lie here, I would join them without hesitation. The open sky around you with the heavens the only limit! Oh, to experience such things!”



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One morning during early autumn, Zuglar the manager, after waking up blissful from sleeping in his very good bedroom, was deep in thought. 'If Kasat can remain in her fancy quarters despite not being a true baroness anymore, why shouldn't I also be allowed something special? I am the one responsible for managing the labor here. It is only right that I should have... Hmmm... That I should have a nickel statue in my office!'

He passed Kumil in a passage, looking at the faun who was gleefully carrying items to the stockpiles. 'Why are they fixated on these baubles?' He pondered as he made his way to the plump helmet man's smithy.

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'Avolition' upon hearing what Zuglar asked for, nodded, headed to the depot to grab some bars of nickel and to the forge. There was no other use for the few bars they had, and 'Avolition' had nothing better to do, so perhaps this could be considered a late congratulations for becoming a father?

The plump helmet man forged a statue of Abod the Prince of Duty - the deity of chaos, war and death.

Abod was depicted as a female dwarf and she was weeping.



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Kasat, eager to find romance, was once again in the Hut of Romancing. This time 'King Zultan' was not with her, but instead Led Winetheaters accompanied her for a long, long late winter date.

Work had finally finished on the large library and the capybaras were having a much deserved break from toil. It was agreed that the latter half of winter and spring would be spent socializing, praying and whatever each wished to do.

On summer's arrival the new House of Knowledge, the library, would be opened to the people of Waterlures.



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The year 337 arrived.

Cañar was singing 'Amethysts' in the Fruit of Letters, while 'King Zultan' played an uzo they had bought from the dwarves, Suwu simulated the quabu with her voice and Ilral imitated the uta.

The elven traders were expected to arrive any time now and Ilral would act as broker. Though, the question remained: how offended the elves were from Kasat's mistake to offer them wooden items? Maybe they wouldn't arrive, the pessimists thought, while Ilral - who despised the natural world - thought, 'Well, if that's the case and they get hurt by one measly wooden scepter, then good riddance!'



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Summer.

It was time to open the House of Knowledge for the citizens of Waterlures.

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The library was built on the Lakes of Saturnity. A long phyllite bridge lined with pillars that had statues atop them led to the main area of the library.

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The hall rose several floors up, the north, east and south walls with massive, tall windows made of cut black zircons.

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Above the building proper rose a grand spire, its main body composed of phyllite and the top structure - possibly a home for a future scholar - was made of wood.

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Below were two large rooms dedicated for studying and sharing knowledge.

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And below the studies were several still unfurnished rooms. They were to house visiting scholars and seers once the capybaras deemed it time to open their community for outsiders. For now, the rooms would stay empty.

Yet below that lay a space for making paper, crafting scroll rollers and bookbindings and some storage space. It was still far from finished. There was no hurry to finish the area.

Almost all work on new buildings was finished. Only a new combined granary and brewery were still being built, but it was likely it'd be completed before the end of summer.



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Winter was just around the corner. The leaves had turned red and fell onto the frozen ice of the lake.

Work for the year was mostly completed. All the constructions were finished and all that remained was moving goods from old, temporary stockpiles to new storage spaces.

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The damned giant keas had been harrassing the denizens of Waterlures since late summer and one of the foul beings was particularyl persistent in tormenting livestock and capybara folk.

It had been wounded earlier by Suwu's arrows, yet it did not give up. It retreated further to tend to its wounds, but remained close-by until in early winter it swooped to snatch at the pet goat of 'Bob', Mistêm.

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Finally, after a long chase, Suwu managed to hit one of the keas with her arrows, forcing it to land on the ice. Kumil rushed in, his short sword raised and quickly put an end to the green-feathered miscreant!

Once the kea was slain, the rest of the flock scattered and flew away.



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The library proved to be a welcome addition to the settlement: those who didn't feel like mingling in the tavern could indulge themselves in some written words.

Though, most of the writing was not very good.



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From the journal of Kasat Waxedtiles
19th of Granite, 338


“Once again a new year began, and spring's arrival heralded the coming of the elf traders. And once again they did not have much of interest - except for a few more pedestals made from pure gemstones. We traded them for many bundles of sheep and yak wool cloth. We are producing more yarn than we need. It is for the best that we get rid of all excess - if we don't, we'll soon need to bring more storage space. And in that space the goods would lie without use for Ôsed knows how long! And that is something that the Heavenly Rabbit certainly would not approve of!

In any case, what this year will bring with it is, well, a mystery to me. All the necessary work to make things run smoothly appears to be finished. We have a tavern - one of our first buildings. We have a smithy underground - in dwarven fashion. We have wells. We have a mill. Yes, we do not really need it yet, but every proper settlement must have one. There will come a time when we will put it to good use. We have shrines. We have a new brewery and a granary. And now, we have also a library.

All we need now is to grow our humble little hamlet to a lively village. We need more capybara folk to come live among us and raise families.”




=====

Okay, so that's my turn then. Finally.

Sorry for spending way too long on it. Got a bit too carried off with it and was hard to find the "proper" time to end it.

So, attempts to marry the "baroness" to someone haven't been successful, but then again I didn't leave her to socialize with others for that long (and most of the time I used a tavern location instead of just a meeting hall, which I believe slows down their socializing?).

At least we got two babies, which is more than I've ever got before from retired "adventurers".

Speaking of which, @delphonso, you're next. If you don't have time, we can move you down the list.

Also, whoever is next, are you rather interested in continuing the fort or would you like to do an adventurer run (that is, bring more capies to the fort)?

I'll be posting the save tomorrow (with a general overview, if I've got the time).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 03, 2022, 04:32:25 am
“I had a great summer: it was wonderful to get to know 'King Zultan' better. Yet, I am unsure whether he is of the type that I would fancy. I am very fond of him, of course, but when it comes to romancing, he seems a bit... lacking.
Lies and slander! I can assure you that I am great at romancing and have done it many times to many people, you haven't met!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 03, 2022, 07:52:42 am
Okay, so a brief overview of Waterlures in year 338.
(Here's the previous overview from 326. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392725#msg8392725))

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1. The Smithy:
left wing has a wood furnace, right wing a smelter, in the center the forge and north wing houses 'The Sanctuary of Burns' a shrine dedicated to Abod the Prince of Duty. Currently Waterlures has more than enough of ore and metal bars. Doesn't see much use.
2. Stoneworking:
large stone stockpiles, mason's workshops and crafting workshops. Doesn't see much use unless stone blocks are needed.
3. Edu Sandtick's Fishery:
a second fishery which also has a crafting area and the home of Edu Sandtick.
4. Crafts House Cellar:
bone and wood stockpiles for the crafting workshops above.
5. The Kiln:
a kiln for ceramics. Above it is the ashery and soap maker's, and the house of 'King Zultan' (who is our resident soap maker).
6. The Tailor:
just north of the looms is where the clothes are made. Ilral's home is above the workshop.
7. The Brewery and Granary:
the ground floor contains a still, while the upper levels are where food is stored. Underground are the wine cellars.
8. The House of Knowledge:
the library. Pretty self-explanatory.

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Just a view of the "baronial" quarters north of the old temporary living space. The small room in the lower right of the palace is Shebi's room, which is below Delphonso's old quarters.

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The walkway along the cliffside and the few houses within it. The one with engraved pillars is the top level of the entry hall of the baronial quarter's.

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Here we have the ground floor of the mill, slightly northwest of the main village. The structure is quite tall and atop it is a windmill. There's not much in it yet, and nobody lives there even though there's a bedroom for a miller.


And a Stonesense view of Waterlures:

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Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 03, 2022, 03:19:43 pm
The current state of affairs:

So, my turn ended in the beginning of summer 338.

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We have 19 citizens of whom 13 are capybara folk and then there's a plump helmet man, a faun (essentially a dwarf-sized satyr with male & female castes), an elephant man, a mandrill woman, a wombat man and a badger woman.

So, if we want strange moods, we need at least 7 more moodable citizens. Currently moodable creatures are dwarves and capybara persons (@AvolitionBrit, I removed trances which you had added to them - hope you're fine with it, since I don't want the bath-swine to be combat oriented).

I did some preliminary testing retiring/unretiring and didn't seem to cause issues (as in unexpected new citizens or creatures listed as hostile). So, a valid option to get more capies is to bring more in with adventure mode. Adventure mode might be actually more interesting for the player than running fort mode, since it's pretty much self-sufficient now and there's no need for any new buildings or mining.

There's currently one "hostile" creature on the map: Atkil Shalotokri - an unfortunate side-effect of unretiring. The human can be ignored and is harmless.

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Our food stocks are more than enough for many years for this small a fort. There should be no need to make anymore drinks or grow/butcher food. The livestock, however, needs to be culled once in a while. Excess meat can be traded to humans and dwarves - as well as wool, which we also have more than enough. In fact, it might be more interesting to limit our trading items to overproduce. Prepared meals and spiked balls are a bit too exploity, and honestly, there's not so much we need from caravans.

What I've been ordering from caravans is mainly lumber (and flux stone, but that isn't necessary anymore - plenty of that). I still feel like we should limit tree-felling even though the elves won't come to complain any longer since Kasat "lost" her noble title due to me not remembering that taking her on an adventure will do that.

Militia:

We have two "squads" currently: The Fenced Princes and The Turquoise Veils.

The Fenced Princes is the main squad. The faun Kumil is militia commander and the two others in the squad are 'Avolition' and Cañar the elephant man. They're decked in good enough gear.

The Turquoise Veils is an archery "squad" with only one member: Suwu the huntress. Maybe we could add 1-2 into it. I think no armor is necessary for them. It feels more fitting that we have a mainly ill-equipped village militia than a proper military force. This squad is sort of crucial since there's a couple of times a year giant keas coming to pester our settlement. I've set an archery range west of the village proper (didn't check though if Suwu was using it or not).

About locations:

If new locations are made, make sure that they are 'citizens only' or 'citizens and long-term residents'. No visitors until we get our capybara population over twenty, preferably to thirty. This will reduce unwanted stuff when having to retire/unretire.

Other stuff and ramblings:

FPS hasn't really dropped. I've been dumping regularly crap into the atom smasher and got rid of it. That's also one reason why we shouldn't have overproduction - more crap means less FPS. Same goes still with cavern breaching: let's avoid it still.

In fact, there's really no need for mining. We have plenty of stone and ore for our meager needs.

That said, FPS drops when the damn giant keas arrive. Not super drastically, but noticeably - especially when there's a caravan around.

Stress levels are decent. Kasat is pretty much at -99k and there's several around -10k to -20k. The rest are around 0. I've been giving the denizens a season per year time off and it does the trick, though I haven't fulfilled individual crafting or other needs much. I'm happy that rain doesn't make surface forts a tantrum fest anymore after 0.47.05 came out.

Oh, and Edu Sandticks. He moves insanely fast. I believe it's related to adventure mode stuff as in retiring him while he was running or something. There might be a couple others who move quicker than they should, but not as drastically.

TL;DR:

I hope that's all?

Oh, and my "secret project" at the north cliff facing the Lakes of Saturnity:

Spoiler: "Secret Project" (click to show/hide)



And the save:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16060



NOTE: If the next overseer wants to do an Adventure mode run rather than Fort mode, I'm fine with it (and actually encourage it!), but say so first - I'll write guidelines & rules for character creation!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on September 04, 2022, 10:21:46 pm
I'll crack open the save tomorrow. If fort mode is too slow, then I'll do adventurer and let you know. But I'm intending on a fortress experience.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on September 06, 2022, 08:06:59 pm
Save works and is runnable at stable FPS. I'm gonna...kill some of these sheep we have.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 06, 2022, 08:15:07 pm
Ah, forgot to say that the sheep are (again) in need of some, err, "population control".

Good luck!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 10, 2022, 09:33:53 pm
that stonesense map is an awesome sight to behold! It is evident great care has been taken to construct in a believable style. 
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 14, 2022, 06:38:04 am
that stonesense map is an awesome sight to behold! It is evident great care has been taken to construct in a believable style.

Thanks! Surface forts are something that I always love doing (especially in a pseudo-medieval styled village). I'm quite happy that the bad thoughts from rain were nerfed in the .05 update. Before that there was usually a uncontrollable tantrum fest going on by the 5-7th year.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 14, 2022, 08:39:49 am
Oh god the rain stress. Yeah, glad the stress system was fixed. Would have forts implode with stress
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 14, 2022, 08:42:41 am
I think the seeing corpses part was nerfed a bit too much, but then again I'd rather have the current system than dorfs freaking out from the same elf tooth stuck in a tree over and over again until they snap.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on September 14, 2022, 08:57:07 am
47.05 certainly opened up a lot more possibilities. Cavern forts, death cults, guys who hunt everything that moves on the surface...you can really do a lot these days without losing the fort to absolute madness.

Speaking of which, I've maybe played a couple weeks? It's slow going, not because I'm busy, but because I'm exceptionally not busy these days and have found it hard to focus on anything for long at all.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 14, 2022, 09:06:23 am
47.05 certainly opened up a lot more possibilities. Cavern forts, death cults, guys who hunt everything that moves on the surface...you can really do a lot these days without losing the fort to absolute madness.

Yeah, though I don't think the madness was still as intense as in the even older tantrum spirals which we had when I started playing the game (can't remember the version, but maybe around 2013-2014 when dorfs still arranged parties?).

Or maybe it just feels like it since I was a newb at that point.

Speaking of which, I've maybe played a couple weeks? It's slow going, not because I'm busy, but because I'm exceptionally not busy these days and have found it hard to focus on anything for long at all.

In-game or real time weeks?

No worries in any case, but if you feel like you won't finish your turn just send a message.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 15, 2022, 02:33:58 pm
I demand more capy news!

Sign me up for a turn. I'd be available to take over for someone too, if that smooths out the turn list
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 15, 2022, 03:11:15 pm
I demand more capy news!

I'll try to check some Legends stuff tomorrow to satisfy your demands. At least I promised to do a write-up of what happened to Zas the expelled vampire capy, so...
(No promises though - trying to get some personal mod stuff done currently)

Sign me up for a turn. I'd be available to take over for someone too, if that smooths out the turn list

Done. I added you to the end of the list, but if a turn is missed/can't be finished, you can grab the reigns.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: delphonso on September 19, 2022, 12:26:51 am
Uhh...If someone wants to jump in from the past save, feel free to. I went from having nothing to do to just having my work-load tripled today. So I'm going to be slow going even when I have the motivation.

Seriously apologize - wish I had done more when I had the time before.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 19, 2022, 07:59:09 am
No worries delphonso!

Life happens and spare/DF time is limited for most of us (and DF tends to eat lots of that precious time).

@AvolitionBrit, what's your situation? You'd be next on the list, but if you're busy I can take a turn (a shorter one this time - promise!) or maybe @Salmeuk can switch places?

Also, the option for an adventurer run is still available (and it shouldn't take as long as a fort turn).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 19, 2022, 02:35:01 pm
I'm available this week for the next few days. If I hear back from Avolition in the next day or so I can commit to the next turn slot!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 19, 2022, 02:39:06 pm
I am able to take my turn, i am chilling most the week so i should be able to get it done in a day or so. Hopefully help keep the pace going, gonna download it now and take a look at the state of affairs.

Edit- Get Avo a splint his right leg is broken. What has happened to the sweet plump.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 19, 2022, 04:09:59 pm
I am able to take my turn, i am chilling most the week so i should be able to get it done in a day or so. Hopefully help keep the pace going, gonna download it now and take a look at the state of affairs.

Edit- Get Avo a splint his right leg is broken. What has happened to the sweet plump.

Nice!

I'm not entirely sure what happened to Avo since I noticed the broken leg only at the end of my turn. But I think the only option really is that when the vampire capy Zas was throwing on of his tantrums he battered the poor mushroom guy. :cry:

Oh, and as a reminder:
keep the population cap at 1 so that we don't get migrants. Also, locations should be citizens/long-term only to avoid/minimize possible future shenanigans if/when we need/decide to bring in more capies with adventure mode.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 19, 2022, 04:43:55 pm
I am able to take my turn, i am chilling most the week so i should be able to get it done in a day or so. Hopefully help keep the pace going, gonna download it now and take a look at the state of affairs.

Edit- Get Avo a splint his right leg is broken. What has happened to the sweet plump.

Nice!

I'm not entirely sure what happened to Avo since I noticed the broken leg only at the end of my turn. But I think the only option really is that when the vampire capy Zas was throwing on of his tantrums he battered the poor mushroom guy. :cry:

Oh, and as a reminder:
keep the population cap at 1 so that we don't get migrants. Also, locations should be citizens/long-term only to avoid/minimize possible future shenanigans if/when we need/decide to bring in more capies with adventure mode.

No worries, will get a small hospital built fyb by a certain badger woman, yeah that sounds a likely cause. He will be back to smithing in no time plus he is +5 legendary crutch walker ahaha

Yeah no worries, i have a seperate DF for this game to prevent that so should be good. Yeah for sure, plus not artifact thieves

speaking of which i might add 1 capybara just to get the required 20 to have strangemoods trigger naturally and making all citizens capable of strangemoods. As well as tweaking files again, i won't add trances dw. I think Plumphelmets still have them lol

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 19, 2022, 05:06:45 pm
Adding the moods sounds and 1 more capy sounds good. Will probably make it a bit more interesting. Also, it's fine to keep trances on plump helmet people.

I think after the moods are triggered they should still happen even if moodable population is below twenty? So technically the moods could be removed later from others and moods'd still happen to capies? If not, well doesn't really matter since moods don't happen outside the fort after worldgen (I think?) so we can just leave it on for them all.

Oh, and there should be a hospital next to Yawo's (the mandrill woman) bedroom, but it might be bugged after unretiring (can't remember if I re-designated the zone or not).

But hey, a second hospital doesn't do any harm. Except maybe Yawo might get a bit offended that her clinic isn't good enough.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 19, 2022, 05:38:08 pm
Ah will just use that one, make some splints if we have none.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 19, 2022, 06:17:57 pm
Ah will just use that one, make some splints if we have none.

It's also possible that the plump helmet man tissue doesn't have [SETTABLE] and/or [SPLINTABLE], which would explain it not being healed.

...Actually now that I look at the raws, that seems to be the case:

Code: [Select]
[TISSUE:MUSHROOM]
[TISSUE_NAME:plump helmet man tissue:NP]
[TISSUE_MATERIAL:LOCAL_CREATURE_MAT:PH_TISSUE]
[MUSCULAR]
[FUNCTIONAL]
[STRUCTURAL]
[RELATIVE_THICKNESS:1]
[CONNECTS]
[TISSUE_SHAPE:LAYER]

Feel free to add those to plump helmet men. There's also no healing rate, so maybe a [HEALING_RATE:1000] could be added too. I think without it the tissue doesn't heal?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 19, 2022, 06:22:13 pm
Wow, I guess that makes sense, poor plump helmets.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 20, 2022, 03:36:37 pm
Journey of the Scholar

An orb of light illuminated the northern road into Fencereined as a small figure slowly marched towards the grand fortress. Serveral human monks parted ways allowing the small figure passage towards the holy sight. As the figure continued her turned to his fairy companion.

"Thank you for guiding me, im not exactly built of the adventurering life" The Capybara man spoke

"It was nothing, besides safety in numbers." The fairy retorted.

"To think i will soon be amongst the greatest scholars The Enchanted Dimensions, immortal beings who have dedicated their life to researching and recording everything" The Cabybara man rejoyced

"Not if you keep heading south, this way" replied the fairy.

"Ah yes, thank you once again" The cabybara man muttered whilst adjusting his papers.

The two quickly passing through the crowd of monks talking by the river almost knocking one of the plump helmet monks towards the ground.

"At least i thought it was"

"Wait theres a book just laying out here... Wickedfamines Questioned who would dump a book out here"

"Over there two more"

"This is awful, the library must have been damaged or.."

"Wheres the fort?"

The two looked around only seeing hills, the naked monks and scattered books

"It was here, ive been here before it should be...."

"somethings wrong here"
dwl
The two climbed up only to find more scattered books and naked monks. The cabybara man stumbled hurriedly towards each and every book. Whilst the fairly looked towards the nude monks atop the hill, one of them was extremely angry.

"Maybe we should leave..."

"No I need to save these books" The Cabybara man subbornly retorted. "I think i see more up there"

The two climbed up futher to discover a large camp site, large white cloth tents billowing in the mild breeze as scholars and nobles walking around lighting fires as monks began throwing out books. The Scholar and nobles were banished, bandits raided the site and over the past few years the library had been hit hard. They begged for their works be be saved. The foolish Cabybara painstakingly stuffed his backback and traveled far south. Carrying some of the greatest books in the world. He arrived traveled day and night before collapsing from exhaustion. His bag exploded sending the great works flying all accross the site. When the cabybara man came too, he knew he couldn't go by his old name, new life new start. He didn't look towards the past, he looked towards the stars.

Edit - Accidently posted this too soon and without screenshots will add them later but not too much different. Also good news, strangemoods are triggerable now, just did a force test and it seems to be working and likely can happen naturally lets see how this year goes :)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 20, 2022, 06:47:01 pm
Ooh, looks like we're getting some books to Waterlures with our newest migrant.

...Also, a fairy.

I'd completely forgotten I made them join civs and be playable. Hope the cats will leave it alone: there's been quite a few fairy remains in the refuse pile, haha.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 20, 2022, 07:08:13 pm
Ooh, looks like we're getting some books to Waterlures with our newest migrant.

...Also, a fairy.

I'd completely forgotten I made them join civs and be playable. Hope the cats will leave it alone: there's been quite a few fairy remains in the refuse pile, haha.

Some, ummm might of done a tad overboard on he books. But yeah a astrologer Capybara and a singing fairy. Not sure what caused things like fairys to be playable probably the same one that mode talking plump helmet scholars and all the naked monks. Totally not what i was expecting.

0-0

Also retiring the fort had the side effect of two dwarves joining a poet and a prophet. Expelled the prophet no problem but the poet crashes the game when i try to expell them. Gonna send them to some empty site to occupy once i find a place and get rid of them
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 20, 2022, 07:24:37 pm
Oh, the fairies join civs because I've added [LOCAL_POPS_CONTROLLABLE] and [LOCAL_POPS_PRODUCE_HEROES] to them. I just copied some standard edits I do to the raws and, well, I guess fairies were on the list. Just don't put them on hauling duty and they're ok.

Naked monks? Maybe it's the same issue that's with naked performance troupes traveling from tavern to tavern?

If there's visitors who're listed as citizens, I'm fine with keeping them. The bigger problem is the visitors who're listed as hostile as you can't really do anything to them. I tried make-citizen, which worked, but caused at a later point crashes, so I had to revert to a save before it - so, best not to use dfhackery with them.

...Or we could just arrange some "accidents", but don't know how that'd fit with our peaceful little capybara hamlet.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 20, 2022, 07:36:41 pm
"accidents" in this peaceful Capybara man fortress

Just looking forward to them chanting

"the greater good" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u8vd_YNbTw)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 20, 2022, 08:00:20 pm
"accidents" in this peaceful Capybara man fortress

Just looking forward to them chanting

"the greater good" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u8vd_YNbTw)

It's always possible that a certain poet might take a shortcut over the frozen lake to fetch some lumber in the early days of Granite...

Oh, nobody remembered to tell him the ice thaws around the 10th or so?

"Oops".
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 20, 2022, 08:18:06 pm
The poet isn't a citizen yet but start of next year he will have to go and fetch a book from the other side of the river. Hopefully once he becomes fully controllable he will expel normally so we don't have to ruin the Peaceful Capybara village.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 21, 2022, 06:25:19 am
Yes, a natural fey mood just happened. Just needed to share it, first up is Zuglar Nalral

(https://i.imgur.com/q4ARjLX.png)

(https://i.imgur.com/Y8JZZgi.png)

Not the best artifact out there but its certainly an artifact
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 21, 2022, 11:15:52 am
That's actually a perfect artifact for Waterlures: most of our stuff is anyway made out of wood and everyday objects seems more fitting for a non-military oriented fort hamlet full of (amazing) bath-swine.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 22, 2022, 08:27:04 am
So posting my save, really got my three years done and will update on my years soon. Its currently 442.
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16087

Here is the TLDR of what i got up to

- New bridge into a tower on the otherside of the map, thinking an observatory for our new astronomer
- Books everywhere still being cleaned up three years later
- We have had quite a few artifacts  posting below
- Sadly our fairy did die. She would keep flying up somewhere, get dehydrated and have to be saved.
- Culled our animals, far too many animals which kept causing the citizens to readjust their pathfinding.

(https://i.imgur.com/0aURdQB.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/L5VnYKl.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/exGyBkP.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/t1nCkwj.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/yuyfwdC.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/jea4Uth.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/176WNFE.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/UZdwrQe.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/jfNv5gQ.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/lA6LViK.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/iq0wpt4.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/oiutwjm.jpg)





Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 22, 2022, 09:17:34 am
An observatory sounds like a good addition.

I guess no new births or marriages?

Next up would be you @Salmeuk! What's your situation?

(If you're busy, I can do a quick turn to keep the story rolling. I've still got plenty of time and no turns in other community forts yet, I think.)

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 22, 2022, 02:42:20 pm
Awesome list of rather earthy artifacts.

Go ahead and take the turn brewer, I am mid-way through a work week and have to plan out a new adventure for my irl tabletop group. something about ghost villages, mist-covered bridges and a crazed man in the mountains.

I like the idea of an observatory. How about a scriptorium as an addition to the library? somewhere to work vs. somewhere to store books. Not sure if current library mechanics support this kind of differentiation however.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 22, 2022, 04:55:05 pm
Alright. I'll switch our places on the list then.

Good luck with the ttrpg! (Such a long time since I've managed to get my friends together for one - everyone's always so busy with work/family these days.)

The library actually has on it's lower levels something that could be called a 'scriptorium' or maybe they're more like classrooms or sumhin'. There's really no way to differentiate, I guess, unless you make two separate libraries with the scriptorium having the scribes/scholars and writing material (and no bookcases, maybe)? Will look into it tomorrow.

(Edit. Apparently I remembered the turn list wrong and you were already after me Salmeuk.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 22, 2022, 05:08:14 pm
(https://i.imgur.com/176WNFE.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/UZdwrQe.jpg)

Hah, missed this one. Sort of fitting for the wombat man as he worships a very suspicious deity. (More on that maybe later...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 22, 2022, 05:53:48 pm
No new births sadly but its a pleasent small community. If the pop falls below 20 no strangemoods occur so hopefully some more Capybara romances happen, released the newest Capybara hadn't been fixed with DF hack so will be interesting to see if anymore come about. Also the DF wiki is wrong about Capybara men maturing at 1 but would be cool if we get to the point where its just the newest generation of Capybara. Although it will lose that unqiue community such as the wombat man and other animal people.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 22, 2022, 07:07:52 pm
Yeah, I think all (or most) animal people become adults at 12.

I'll probably bring some more capies to the village on my turn. I'll DFHack marry two couples of them, just to make sure we get at least some births. I realized that the fort has been around over 15 years already and animal people grow old much faster (I think maxage was around 60:80), so the age difference to be an eligible spouse is probably also smaller, right?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 23, 2022, 03:15:03 am
Dang that's a lot of artifacts, glad I was one of the ones that made one.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 23, 2022, 07:24:35 am
Just snagged the save and looking at it.

Holy crap! What has happened on the surface? There's literally books scattered EVERYWHERE. Lol. This will take *some* time to clean.

Also, what's with the stocks? We've got something ~2000 of everything. That's like over 10x as much as we need.  :o

Guess we get to trade quite a lot of surplus in the coming years...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 23, 2022, 07:37:05 am
Ah yeah, i tend to future proof a lot and tend to trade food and drink with the humans. The books yeah went way too far on that but it was alot worse when i started. A shame as i had packed them all into bookshelfs and then return to explosion of books
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 23, 2022, 08:38:31 am
No worries. Scatter was expected. :)

Besides, I'd anyway need to do a cleanup since I'm bringing in more residents and things'll scatter once again.

I think next time we do retire/unretire stuff, we'll have to first put all the books on a pedestal. That should prevent the scatter (or some of it).

I'll try to do the adventurer part today and then for the remainder of me turn sort out fort stuff, like do a cleanowned x run and smash all unnecessary things into oblivion.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 23, 2022, 01:10:50 pm
Looking forward to updates. I'm still a little confused on what exactly you are doing for the 'adventurer' part, are you just creating a series of adventurer capys then retiring them?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 23, 2022, 02:14:02 pm
Yeah, just making a group of capys who start at a different place and guide them to Waterlures as "migrants".

The ones we began the story with I just had start at Waterlures, but it's more interesting to play and record their journey to the spot.

Hopefully this'll be the last group and we'll get our capybaras "naturally" in the future.

(...Though we'll see if this group manages to reach the place alive since I just ran into a quite large ambush. And of course there's no fighters in the group.)
Never mind, no ambush ever happened, nope, none at all. And I certainly didn't save-scum. Never.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 23, 2022, 05:42:22 pm
Part I:
The Journey

(https://i.imgur.com/DSjifA3.png)

“Everybody has their own way of life,” the low-voiced goblin said to the very fat pig and patted her on the back. The pig snorted, eyeing the goblin confusedly.

“So, this place you talked about -- this Waterpures -- it's to the south from here, no?” The goblin turned to face the small, round gorlak who was surrounded by a group of capybaras and several other folks.

“Waterlures. It's Waterlures.” Ïteb, the gorlak, corrected and continued. “Yes. Yes, it is. The elves from Múya Loré were quite specific on it's location. And that is where I and my flock are headed, guided by the holy visions sent to me by the Almighty, the Great Rabbit Ôsed in my dreams in the deeps of Controlledseal.”

“A-ha. Yes. Right. Waterlures. Visions from bunnies. Gotcha.” The goblin rolled his eyes as discreetly as he could. “We'll get you there. Keep you out of harms way. Safe and sound. On my honor.” He continued, holding his fist to his heart as if to emphasize he was an honorable being - who just so happened to be part of the Fellowship of Excavation, a bandit gang holed up in the forests of the Playful Hill.

Or as safe as that amount of money can pay for. If I'd not be wanting -- needing -- to get desperately out of this dunghole, I'd never commit to anything with such a paltry sum. Cheapskate gorlak. Prophet my ass, Rin thought.

(https://i.imgur.com/lsBreX4.gif)

Lovelythorns was not much of a home. Just a simple camp in the woods with no permanent structures -- the canopies of the persimmon trees and oaks were their roof. No wonder that many an elf outcast had joined the gang and felt like at home there.

Rin the goblin, however, did not see it as home: it was just the only group that he'd found that took him in after all the unwanted attention his less-than-lawful actions had caused in the Just Unions and the Bent Spears. A miserable hole this was -- almost as disgusting as the pits he was born and raised in -- and the sooner he got away, the better.

And this Waterlures sure sounded good: riches that would make dwarven kings envious; no need for law enforcement; no quarrels between neighbors - only peace. Everything was in abundance like in paradise: fish a-plenty, food a-plenty, and drinks, oh the drinks! So much to drink!

(https://i.imgur.com/0dsEatW.png)

“Are we ready to go?” Rin addressed the gorlak and others as he sneakily picked up some coins from the bandit gang's hoard.

“Yes. We should all be as one.” Ova, a mandrill man, said in a cryptic manner.

The sky was clear and the sun was just rising from beyond the horizon. It was a cool morning that spring, on the 1st of Granite, as the group consisting mostly of animal people prepared to set forth.



Their group was rather large: eleven in total (and one pet pig). Rin the goblin was their guide and scout with Odda, the leopard gecko woman carrying a copper spear. Ïteb the gorlak prophet led his flock of five capybara people: Meng, Libash, Zon, Cusal and Luki. Id, the naked mole dog man, was Ïteb's trusted servant.

Then there was Ova the mandrill man and Fayoba, an elf. They, too, were worshipers of the rabbit god Ôsed, and after meeting the prophet and pilgrims on the road, they had joined the group -- safety in numbers and all that.

The group would first head southwest, steering clear of the town of Slidwaxes -- a place taken over by the fell forces of the Prestigious Glazes some decades ago. It was rumored that the dead walked there and the new rulers performed vile experiments on the living, twisting their forms into wretched abominations of the Night.



(https://i.imgur.com/n0l9Tot.png)

It was not a long walk to Fellspreads, a hamlet, that was located slightly northwest of Slidwaxes.

Despite its name, the hamlet wasn't a place of wickedness. Or, as far as Rin knew, it wasn't. He actually did not know much of it except old stories of a towering creature made of solid bronze destroying it as a punishment by the Gods. It was more of a myth really. If all the inhabitants were killed, who remained to tell the story? No. It certainly was made up by power-hungry priests who seeked to control the weak and gullible.

Rin spat on the ground in disgust. He had no like for those who exercised power over others. And that gorlak lady, that so-called prophet. She certainly was one of them. Those greedy, manipulative bastards.

Paying no head to the discussions of his companions, Rin's thoughts wandered. But what about the stories of kobolds living in Fellspreads? Well, that might be possible... Except for the fact that kobolds were most likely a myth too. Haven't ever seen one. Don't know of any who has seen one. Definitely not real.

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Passing by fields of radishes, the group came to the first limestone hovels of Fellspreads.

It was eerily silent. The houses looked like they had been empty for a long time, yet they showed practically no sign of weathering.

As they went from house to house, knocking on doors and peering in when nobody answered, Meng opened his mouth, “Many years ago, Tura Dreamlimb became Holy Steel of the Denomination of Earth, replacing Zom Knotdungeons.”

“How...interesting...” Rin replied snarkily. I don't care one way or another, you stupid capybara man.



As they neared the last hovels of the hamlet, Rin wondered who had planted all the radish if there were none living in it. He opened a door absent-mindedly and immediately stopped in his tracks.

There was someone inside.

Rin couldn't believe his eyes...

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Kobolds.

Or at least he thought they were kobolds.

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Rin tried to greet the three creatures who were huddled in the back corner of the hovel. They remained silent and stared impatiently at the goblin with their large, yellow glowing eyes.

After trying to communicate with them for several minutes, Rin gave up.

“It's no use. We won't be getting any word from these buggers.” He said to the group he was guiding. ”What buggers? Who were you talking to in that hut? Let me see, let me see!” Libash, one of the capybaras, said trying to peek inside around Rin.

Rin closed the door before Libash got a good glimpse inside.

“There... There was, err...nobody there. Let's move on and forget this place.”



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The sun began to set when they reached the Teal Swamp. The swamp pools were still frozen and slowly melting snow covered the ground. Dry reed and cattail stalks jutted through the snow here and there.

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The group made camp next to one of the frozen pools. As Rin prepared the fire, Meng rummaged through his backpack and took out his copper betan -- a large hand-held hourglass-shaped drum with a leather head. Meng had named his trusty percussion instrument Kaweleto, 'Wardboat'.

However, none of the others new any compositions requiring the rhythm of the betan, so Meng put it back in his backpack disappointedly.

Instead he began to sing 'The Charm Ever Onward'. Ova, Odda and Fayoba joined in, simulating various instruments. While Meng sang well, the performance of the others was shameworthy and hurt the ears of Rin.

“Could we please be quiet? Some of us are trying to get some sleep here.” Rin snapped at the capybaras.



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The following day began with a thin, cold mist as snow fell down from the dark gray sky.

Rin was unsure of the exact direction they had to go. Ïteb's directions were hardly as 'precise' as she claimed them to be: in fact, they were very, very vague and obfuscated with unintelligible metaphors that only a so-called holy person could make up. To make matters worse, Rin's knowledge of the world ended pretty much at Slidwaxes and he had no maps of distant lands.

Fortunately the others didn't know that.



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Their travels took them through the Balanced Jungles as they followed a river southwards...

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..And through the Perplexing Jungles...

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...All the way to the Hill of Fells where they made camp as the sun set...

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...And as the sun began to rise, they saw buildings in the north with a tower rising from the lake: it had to be Waterlures!



=====

First part.

Sorry for the rushed ending. I ended up save-scumming when an ambush happened and practically everyone was doomed to die -- didn't really feel like starting from the beginning, so...

Anyway, tomorrow is fort mode time. I guess most of the time will go into picking up scattered books and such. And general cleanup.

I'll sell/destroy everything the village doesn't need.

Plus, of course, I'll continue to try arranging marriages.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 24, 2022, 07:36:15 am
Unretiring Waterlures went smoothly and no unexpected new residents.

There's two "hostiles", but I think they were both here before this turn. There's also for some reason a named crundle and draltha on the surface (listed as wild animals), but we haven't breached the caverns, or have we? Haven't had this happen before.

I see we have one dwarf living here too: a tavern keeper. I think that's fine.



There's gonna be a hell of lot to do to clean up the book mess on the surface (not to mention getting some off roofs and other inaccessible places) and rebuild all cabinets and chests, so I might not be taking so much notes and screenshots this time.

Any suggestions for an in-game explanation for the mess? I can't think of anything else than a freak storm or fairies/angry spirits from the lake, so if there's no better ideas, we'll go with that.



I am going to remove all the new stockpiles, since the idea was that those that I made previously were more than enough for our humble needs. Everything excess will go to the smasher.



I'll also replace the new observatory bridge with a wooden one: we're supposed to build most of our stuff from wood. Can't have all fancy stone buildings everywhere (the library, observatory and windmill being exceptions), now can we? We're not dwarves, even though we might have more hair (but less caked with vomit and blood!).



Also, I'll repurpose the mining (?) tunnels or possibly seal them. Again, we have more stone than we need and metal is not a priority for us. We're here to make love, not war (ugh, I think something in me died for writing that down) -- if you know what I mean. Nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more!

Population is now 32 (I think), but there's quite a number of non-capies. Should still be enough to get families going.



So, that's the "plan". We'll see how things progress and if this'll end up being a long one again...

(Edit. So, the ice thawed before hauling began properly. We now have a load of books in the bottom of the lake, great.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 24, 2022, 10:13:17 am
Ah sorry about the bridge, i pictured it as a cute cobbled brick bridge. Might have gone overboard with the gem windows. Yeah well i suppose it could be storm to explain the books, hidden knowledge washed down river, local fisher dwarf fishes up books. Hopefully no masterworks writting. I think these newest additions will make it more sustainable. Ofcourse in 40 years most of the animal men will have died and will make it a mostly Capybara site with a single immortal elf who will live with generations of the Capy's

Yeah i assigned the dwarf that crashes when you try to expel them to the tavern. Thought it was an appropriate place for them
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 24, 2022, 10:41:40 am
Ah sorry about the bridge, i pictured it as a cute cobbled brick bridge.

Don't worry 'bout it. It's my fault that I haven't made any building instructions. Everyone has their own playing and building style. I'm sort of a horrid nitpicker when it comes to buildings, so hopefully nobody takes it personally if I "adjust" their stuff. (I'll be keeping the gem windows in the bridge, tho.)

And yeah, the dwarf tavern keeper seems very fitting for the place. I'll maybe repurpose one of the dug out stocks for a secondary tavern - a more dwarfy one that's cut into stone.

I'll try to salvage all the books from the lake when the next winter comes. Already marked the spots of each book where I'll have to dig through ice.

(Damn, we just lost a capy. You know, the logs stuck in branches and designating a bunch of trees to be felled without checking for surprises.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 24, 2022, 06:31:10 pm
Part II:
The Wake of a Storm

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From the Journal of Zefon 'Brewer Bob' Drunkenceilings
7th of Granite, 342

“Damned fairies!

We had the most peculiar of incidents a few days ago, just before the ice thawed, and now the lake bottom is loaded with priceless books! What? How? What happened? I hear you say. Well, I'm not entirely sure, but odd-looking clouds rolled on us from the lake -- thunder flashing in all the colors of the rainbow! Gusts of wind blowing as hard as the legendary storms of the northern coasts. I kid you not: the wind found its way into the library, swirling and whirling, toppling bookcases and grabbing codices and scrolls with unseen hands! Tossing the books all around: on the pasture, the rooftops, tree branches and on the ice. Some were found even in the mines and cave!

Yawo says it's the work of the angry spirits of the forest. Poppycock! It's the doing of those blasted fairies! They've become fed up with the cats killing their kin (hah, for once the felines do something useful!) and I expect the death of that fairy (whose name I can't recall) who came with the astronomer was the last straw. I know not what eldritch magicks they possess or what unholy pacts they made, but that storm certainly wasn't natural!

I say we should exterminate all the fairies before things get completely out of hand.”



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From the Journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
(undated)

“We got unexpected migrants last evening. An odd group of ten or so knocked on the door of the Fruit of Letters when Datan was closing the place. They were pilgrims led by a gorlak who claimed to be a prophet of Ôsed.

Long story short, I accepted their petition (wearing my nightgown and cap, how embarrassing) to settle down here in Waterlures, though I did say that we'd have to see how things go with them for the next couple of years. If all goes well, they will be granted full 'citizenship' after it. It is a standard dwarven procedure, and I see no reason why we shouldn't have the same system here. It has been proven time and again to be most effective.

The main group of  pilgrims:
Ïteb Hammerpillars - the gorlak prophet (note: it is good to have a holy person fully dedicated to the Rabbit around here)
Meng Fancypaddle - a capybara man pilgrim
Libash Blotcoal - a capybara woman pilgrim and crafter
Cusal Couragewiped - another capybara man pilgrim
Luki Shaftvise - a capybara woman pilgrim and carpenter
Zon Mineburned - a capybara man pilgrim and miner (note: keep an eye on this one -- he went awfully silent when I asked about where he got his last name)

The odd bunch:
Odda Leavyveils - a leopard gecko woman hunter
Id Pucefloor - a naked mole dog man 'bodyguard' (note: I am not sure if he really is a bodyguard even though he claims to protect Ïteb with his life: Kumil evaluated his fighting skills and said Id had barely any)
Rin Fisthearts - a goblin (!) 'farmer' (note: this one is the most suspect of the whole group -- he certainly is no farmer, and boy did he scare me when I saw him for the first time!)
Fayoba Claspedleap - an elf herbalist
Ova Clearingcrest - a mandrill man hunter (note: I wonder if he'll get along with Yawo? It'd be nice if our doctor got some company from her kind -- who knows, maybe there'll even be a romance! Oh how I yearn for more romancing!)

Without further ado, it is time to get back to work.”




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From the Journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
19th of Slate, 342

“Death is all around us.

We lost Led in an accident: he was felling trees on the east shore of the lake with Ubbul and Shebi when it happened. One of the trees fell in an unexpected direction and straight onto Led, crushing the poor man under its weight. This is truly horrifying.

I have made arrangements to have him buried next to the others who have passed away during our time here.

At the same time we'll bury Nethitha the fairy. We've had to postpone it due to the enormous amount of work needed to be done after the mess the forest spirits made.”



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Yawo was pleased.

She had been struck by a mood -- the work of the benevolent spirits certainly. The unseen forces had guided her to the clothier's workshop with a bundle of sheep wool in her grasp. She had toiled for several days, working day and night. And now, now her masterpiece was ready!

A small sheep wool face veil of the highest quality! It menaces with spikes of sheep wool!

She put it over her face, smiling beneath the veil.

At least the spirits are on my side. Those others, they... They have infuriated the spirits. It is why the storm came. I told them not to cut any more trees. To stop it. The storm was only a warning. But did they listen? No. No, they didn't. That is why Led is dead. I warned them. The spirits know I respect them. That is why they guided me now. Yes. That is why.

She headed towards the Fruit of Letter where the others were gathered for song and drink.



=====

A bit of a shorter one today.

Not much happened. I spent most of the game time hauling books. Also got most of them from the bottom of the lake -- the rest'll have to wait for next winter.

Here's the amount of books we got:

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I can't remember how many we had before, but probably a hundred or so at most... But now... Holy crap! That's like an insane amount of them! I must applaud Avolition for the effort that must have taken. I don't think I've ever seen so many books in one place.

Guess we'll be this world's library of Alexandria. (Fortunately buildings don't burn in DF, but the items inside are of course another story if a dragon ever pops up...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 24, 2022, 08:10:09 pm
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I can't remember how many we had before, but probably a hundred or so at most... But now... Holy crap! That's like an insane amount of them! I must applaud Avolition for the effort that must have taken. I don't think I've ever seen so many books in one place.

wow! thats actually insane..

Wonderful update, very in character. I appreciated that passage about the whirlwind and the books.

So, with that motley crew of newcomers, any plans to enlarge the current sleeping area? What exactly do we have as our sleeping area, anyways?

Maybe we should begin to filter for only the well-adorned or well-written books.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 24, 2022, 08:32:59 pm
I propose a library of babel, a grand hexagonal tower that goes all the up and down, storying every book everwritten
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 25, 2022, 03:58:08 am
Build a grand library to rival all others!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 25, 2022, 07:14:26 am
Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

While a grand library tower of Babel is a worthy goal megaproject, we have to remember the capybaras' original intention: to get away from the attention of the Mountainhome and to start their families in a humble, peaceful hamlet. (In game terms: I'm afraid a massive building project at this point would distract from having the capies socialize and pairing up.)

That said, if/when we reach 50 citizens (by, err, natural means) we could begin such a project.

Wonderful update, very in character. I appreciated that passage about the whirlwind and the books.

So, with that motley crew of newcomers, any plans to enlarge the current sleeping area? What exactly do we have as our sleeping area, anyways?

Thanks, DF is a nice substitute for ttrpgs.

All of the citizens have their own rooms (buildings have usually a workshop on the ground floor and above it are living quarters of one or two persons), but the newcomers are staying in the dorm of the temporary area in the dirt. They'll get their own hovels once they petition for citizenship. There actually might be enough (or almost) empty flats for all of them, so not much of building will be necessary.

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Maybe we should begin to filter for only the well-adorned or well-written books.

I'm actually currently putting all books on display for filtering reasons (you don't want to know how long it took to mark each of the 3000+ books for that -- I really need to begin using macros). I was at first intending to free only copies from the pedestal (wouldn't matter so much if they scatter on unretire since non-artifact books can be autodumped), but well-written books is a good suggestion.

Ok.

We'll see what happens today in Waterlures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 25, 2022, 09:31:54 am
Hey @AvolitionBrit, would it be ok for you if I move the observatory to the hilltop?

It'd make more sense for it to be on high ground than on the lowest levels right next to a steep slope. Since the tech level of DF is one where no telescopes exist, a good vantage point and clear view of the sky would be necessary for a proper observatory.

Currently trying to search for some ancient "observatory" designs and thinking of some kind of ziggurat-ish thingie with some Stonehenge type pillars on the observing platform (note to self: make a 'observation point' building for my personal mod).

Any thoughts or wishes?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 25, 2022, 10:15:41 am
Certainly, feel free to do what you feel is more correct.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 25, 2022, 10:51:29 am
Certainly, feel free to do what you feel is more correct.

We could eventually combine the ziggurat-observatory with the tower of babel idea, maybe?

Though, the tower wouldn't be very high, since the sky ends around 15 z-levels above the highest point. Of course the sky height could be increased with DFHack, but I think it might cause issues further down the road (also, probably adds to the lag spike when the giant keas come next time).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 25, 2022, 05:48:49 pm
Part III:
No Luck In Romance

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It was the 5th of Felsite in the year 343 when Datan -- the only dwarf of Waterlures -- felt an odd tingle in his beard. He raised his head from its bowed position to face the gaze of the statue of The Golden. One could almost swear there was life in the eye's of the statue, and it was as if the goddess and Datan were having an intense conversation without words.

Datan nodded and spoke to the Golden, “Thy will be done.”

He knelt once more, then rose and headed off to the stoneworking halls -- pitiful compared to the ones in proper dwarven holds, but they would suffice. The hand of the Golden was to guide him and a new artifact would be soon born.

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Meanwhile Tekkud, the astronomer, and Suwu, the huntress, were having a date at the Hut of Romancing. Things were progressing more smoothely than with Suwu's previous date in the winter: one she had with Vucar 'King Zultan'. She had shown no interest in 'Zultan', which had disappointed the 'Baroness' very much: everyone here wanted to meet the love of their life, but yet no matches seemed to happen! How infuriating!

Thus, ex-baroness Kasat had ordered Tekkud to go to the Hut of Romancing to get to know Suwu better. She wouldn't give up until the huntress was married.

...Or until someone was married to something!



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After several days of intense work isolated from the rest of the citizens, Datan finished his life's work: Eshimdakas, 'the Free Color', a phyllite hatch cover!

“I shall name you The Free Color in honor of Dumat Leancastle! I am very satisfied,” Datan said as he admired the artifact which was encircled with bands of cushion cut red spinels and menaced with spikes of sheep wool.

The hatch cover was adorned with a disturbing image: one of Akon Umbradeaths, a bloated hag. Akon was traveling and it related to the hag's settling in the Laconic Prairies -- the vast open wilds around Waterlures.



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It was late winter and spring was just around the corner when Kudpa Towerfrenzy the potter got that certain look in her eyes. It was something any dwarf would have recognized immediately, but the capybara folk were still getting accustomed to it -- it was unusual for their kind to have strange moods. In fact, none of the Waterlurians couldn't recall hearing about such things before. And even here, it was something new: possessions by forces unknown had begun only a few years ago.

What was the cause of it? None new the answer, but there were certainly theories -- most of them related somehow to the magic permeating the Lakes of Saturnity.

Of course, Yawo knew that it was the work of the spirits: they were just toying with them and making them do their bidding. It was because nature hadn't been respected.

And surely these so-called artifacts heralded worse things to come...



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“A skilled warrior is a beautiful sight to behold,” Ïteb said to Kasat as they were discussing matters at the shrine of Ôsed. “True, so true,” Kasat replied continuing, “Yet, I don't understand how somebody can become so obsessed by what somebody else has. And by that I mean that warriors are used by their superiors for that purpose: the envious covet the possessions of others and taking it as their own with brute force.”

“Aah, but is it not that warriors are also used to protect people from these despicable thieves? Peace is always preferable to war -- it is Ôsed's will -- and so that we may have peace, we must be willing to do what it takes to protect it.”

A chilly air blew from the still-frozen lake. Kasat nodded.

“I am glad that we are on the same page here. But this was not the matter I wanted to discuss. I seek counsel from one who is closer to the Rabbit in the Sky. I am unsure what we should do. How we should progress.”

“Explain, child.”

”Well, we came here on one hand to escape from the yoke of the Unaging King, yet it was not the only reason. Our main hope was that each of us would find someone who we'd like to share our life with and raise a family. Yet, no matter how I try to pair us up, no spark of romance lights... Over fifteen years we have been here and nothing. We all share affinity, yes, but love? There is no love. I am despairing. We are not getting any younger... I need your counsel. Ôsed hasn't given me a straight answer, but you, maybe you as a prophet have insight to offer?”

”Hmmm...” The gorlak furrowed her brow and rubbed her left tusk. “Let me see. This will take some pondering, but I am certain Ôsed will offer us a solution to this predicament...”




=====

Another shorter one.

There really wasn't much to report on: moods, no luck in romancing, the usual merchants and a bit of building (also, the rest of the books were recovered from the lake bottom, yay!).

Anyway, before I continue, I have a question:

How should we proceed with pairing the capies?

I'm apparently worse in this than I thought, or then I'm too impatient or the personalities of the capies are just too different to progress their relations from kindred spirit to lover (all of the orientations should be set to marry the opposite sex, so that shouldn't be the issue).

The newcomers are about to petition for citizenship, so I have the thought of having forced/arranged marriages with DFHack. Something like 2-3 couples this way. It'd be cheating sure, but at this rate all of the capies will die of old age before they marry...

So, force the marriages or not?

And if yes, who should we marry to whom?

Eligible capies list:

Female:
Luki Shaftvise (pilgrim)
Libash Blotcoal (pilgrim)
Kudpa Towerfrenzy (potter)
Suwu Cleanmusics (hunter/archer)
Kib Spearmobbed (cook)
Ilral Begunbridges (spinner)
Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles (leader)

Male:
Zon Mineburned (pilgrim)
Ubbul Dabblegalleys (woodcutter)
Tekkud Stardust (astronomer)
Vucar 'King Zultan' Scorchlancers (bone carver)
Edu Sandtick (weaver)
Meng Fancypaddle (pilgrim)
Cusal Couragewiped (pilgrim)

So, your decision is what Ïteb the gorlak prophet of Ôsed will tell 'Baroness' Kasat to do...

(If there's no answers I'll marry 'King Zultan' to the capy with the worst personality! Ok, I might do that regardless...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 26, 2022, 04:57:42 am
So, force the marriages or not?

And if yes, who should we marry to whom?
I say yes, and just roll some dice and let fate decide!

(If there's no answers I'll marry 'King Zultan' to the capy with the worst personality! Ok, I might do that regardless...)
Hey now, what did my capy ever do to deserve that? I mean if he's like a villain or something I say we marry off everyone but him so he'll have to live alone and only get to see everyone else be happy and married.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 26, 2022, 07:36:52 am
So, force the marriages or not?

And if yes, who should we marry to whom?
I say yes, and just roll some dice and let fate decide!

It is decided then: coupling by the dice!

(If there's no answers I'll marry 'King Zultan' to the capy with the worst personality! Ok, I might do that regardless...)
Hey now, what did my capy ever do to deserve that? I mean if he's like a villain or something I say we marry off everyone but him so he'll have to live alone and only get to see everyone else be happy and married.

Haha, we'll see what fate decides!

Maybe poor 'Zultan' will stay single, all alone when others raise families, sitting by himself at the pub each night, gently wiping tears from the corners of his beady eyes... :(
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 26, 2022, 07:19:19 pm
Part IV:
Marriage By Any Means

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In the early days of spring Kudpa Towerfrenzy finished her secretive work. She looked at the phyllite amulet encrusted with red spinel, phyllite and sheep bone. Bands of steel encircled it and it was adorned with hanging rings of phyllite and menacing spikes of yak and sheep bone. The central piece of the amulet, which Kudpa named 'Saintthirst the Ordered Sinew' was an image of the dwarf Kogsak Playceilings.

Now the name Kogsak doesn't usually say much to people -- he wasn't a remarkable fellow, though he is said to have been distantly related to royalty. However, the name and legend of Regalmonstrous is known by all from the Fence of Amusement: a crown made from the bones of a murdered dwarf. A horrifying object, which was offered as a gift to a baroness and which has been coveted many, changing ownership by unlawful means throughout its history.



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There was silence in the Fruit of Letters as 'Baroness' Kasat simulated the ngustut while the prophet Ïteb looked carefully at the three dice on the floor.

Ïteb raised her hand and Kasat stopped humming. Everyone turned to face the gorlak.

“Ôsed has spoken and made her will known!” She picked up the silver four-sided long die. “As was made known earlier this year, there will be marriages this summer whether there is romance or not,” the gorlak spoke, referring to a meeting held during mid-spring (which had caused some grumbling and disapproval).

“Three couplings we shall have: one for the Stars, one for the Sun and one for the Mountains stretching into the Skies where the Stars and Sun reside with the Lovable Lagomorph.”

There was murmurs and whispers and curious glances in the room.

“Hush!” Ïteb waved her hand in a silencing motion and picked up the two remaining dice: a gold icosahedral die and an electrum eight-sided long die. She lifted them in her palms for all to see and spoke in a solemn tone, “The divine dice have made the decision clear!” Everyone looked confusedly at the symbols on the dice: the gold die had a picture of a soap bar on top while the electrum die had an image of a spool of thread.

“The couple of the Stars shall be... Ilral Begunbridges--” Gasps sounded in the room as eyes turned to face Ilral who appeared seemingly shocked. “...and our soap maker 'King Zultan'!”

“I... I'm a bone carver...” Zultan tried to correct, but his voice fell to deaf ears as the others erupted in rejoicing and applause.

The dice rolled again and there was silence once more.

“The couple of the Sun: Kib Spearmobbed and Edu Sandtick!”

More rejoicing in the room. Suwu slapped the mildly off-put Edu in the back, laughing, “Hah, wouldn't 'ave ever thought of you becoming a married man!”

“Shut up,” Edu shot daggers from his eyes at Suwu.

The dice rolled for the third and final time. A long pause as Ïteb interpreted the dice. After short deliberation that felt like an hour, the gorlak raised her head (that is, most of her body), smiling.

“The last couple... The couple of the Mountains is... Cusal Couragewiped aaaand...” the gorlak stretched her words and paused. The air in the room was full of anticipation and excitement.

”...And our beloved, most benevolent, adorable community leader 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles!” Ïteb shouted out flinging her arms up to the skies.

Everyone began cheering in joy, hugging and congratulating each other (some, admittedly, congratulated those who hadn't been chosen), throwing their weathered and tattered clothing around the meeting hall -- an odd custom learned from the dwarves of the Fence of Amusement.

Kasat smiled, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. You can always rely on your family when everything else falls away...

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And so it happened that on the 11th of Malachite in the year 344 there were three marriages in Waterlures -- all of them arranged by the paw and will of Ôsed.

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)



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14th of Limestone, 344

'Baroness' Kasat handed a letter to the dwarf outpost liaison Tirist Brasshandles.

“You may examine its contents before I put my seal on it,” she said. The dwarf unfolded the paper, squinted his slightly protruding rust-colored eyes. He twitched his upper lip as if the reading required him to mumble to himself.

“K., former baroness of Waterlures, to her beloved E., dean of the Outrageous Persuader-Guild of Violetgems, if it please, sends greetings and love.

Although our merits and craftsmanship are far from compelling (or, the quality not on par with craftsdwarfship), nevertheless we ask you to accommodate us with good, colorful stone from your quarry. Namely, we ask you for quartzite, cobaltite, kimberlite, rutile, olivine, orthoclase, microcline, cinnabar and vividly green garnierite, at the most reasonable cost (or price) that you can manage. In exchange we can offer a generous amount of bundles of wool, fish, meat and other produce of the highest quality. For you know for a fact that we shall pay you well come next autumn, without any delay. Therefore, may you act in such a manner that we shall return our thanks and Ôsed's blessing to you, along with your payment.

Farewell. Life, is in a word, Mountains.”

The dwarf folded the paper, and Kasat sealed it with wax.

“Sending an order to Eshtân, the head of the masons' guild of Violetgems, eh? Well then, that finalizes our import agreement...” Tirist smirked as he stuffed the now-sealed letter into his pocket.

“That only leaves us with going through the specifics of exports. Shall we?”

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)



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As winter arrived and the first snow fell, the capybaras were still laboring. Work had progressed quickly this year and the new bridge and accompanying buildings were nearly complete. However, completion could wait. It was winter now, and in Waterlures it was a time for relaxation, recounting the events of the year and making plans for the next; a time for song, drink and dance -- a much needed break from toiling.

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To mark the beginning of the winter festivities, Zon, one of the pilgrims, finished his work he had begun some days ago when he was taken by a mood (the denizens of Waterlures still couldn't agree on what the cause of such oddness was, but all agreed that the artifacts certainly were pleasing).

Hoistwalked, an armor stand made of andesite menacing with spikes of giant wombat rib bones (much to the chagrin of the wombat man 'Brewer Bob') and oak -- all adorned with pig tail cloth and goat leather. An image was engraved into the andesite: the dwarf Kadôl Columnlash was surrounded by dwarves, relating to the appointment of Kadôl to the position of general of the Fence of Amusement in ages past.

...Also, there was an image of a white millet plant in goat leather.

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Some gathered in the Fruit of Letters to socialize...

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...while others were reading books at one of the many studies of the House of Knowledge.

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Still, some chose to spend their time rather in prayer to Ôsed...

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...or like Kumil, praying to Mestthos, the deity of fortresses.

And so another year in Waterlures neared its end.

What would the next year -- marking the twentieth year (that is, if the wombat man's math was to be trusted) -- bring to the small, humble capybara hamlet?

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=====

The fourth part.

Again, nothing much happened (unless we count the DFHack forced marriages as events).

But such is life in a peaceful hamlet.

Oh. There's been some weirdness going on with the leopard gecko woman. She's a carnivore, but it looks like she's not eating any meat we have (cooked or raw). I haven't found an answer to the issue, so I've used full-heal a couple times on her. If I can't figure out what's the deal (probably I've just missed something, since I haven't had this problem with carnivores previously, iirc), I'll remove carnivore from animal persons.

Tomorrow I won't have so much time to continue, but I think I'll have things wrapped up by weekend.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 27, 2022, 05:45:27 am
“The couple of the Stars shall be... Ilral Begunbridges--” Gasps sounded in the room as eyes turned to face Ilral who appeared seemingly shocked. “...and our soap maker 'King Zultan'!”
Huzza the fates smiled upon me!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 27, 2022, 07:25:44 am
“The couple of the Stars shall be... Ilral Begunbridges--” Gasps sounded in the room as eyes turned to face Ilral who appeared seemingly shocked. “...and our soap maker 'King Zultan'!”
Huzza the fates smiled upon me!

You were literally the first capy I rolled! Truly a glorious day for King Zultan!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on September 27, 2022, 01:09:48 pm
this fortress is so relaxing to read about. just the sort of existence that might occur on the edge of civilization, the out-of-focus village at the edge of the screen in one of the LOTR fantasies. its like we never left the Shire.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 27, 2022, 03:39:51 pm
Glad to hear it's nice to read about! I'm not much of a writer, but I do enjoy this fortress, or rather hamlet, and chronicling its history/events.

its like we never left the Shire.

I guess I have succeeded in something then. :)

I'm sort of fed up at this point with all the modern grimdark (old WFRP being an exception -- it did it correct) and epicness with grand scale battles and heroes doing spectacular feats being the main focus. It's nice to once in a while concentrate on simple village life and everyday problems -- it's the little people after all who keep things running!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 27, 2022, 03:47:57 pm
Certainly a change of pace, its a very relaxing play.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 27, 2022, 07:15:09 pm
Part V:
A New Sheriff In Town

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Summer had just arrived when Rin the goblin was having a discussion with 'Baroness' Kasat at the Fruit of Letters. Tekkud was reciting poetry as Id downed a cup of dwarven wine. Luki and Cañar the elephant man were there too, listening to the poetry.

“We need a sheriff? In Waterlures? But why?”, Kasat asked the goblin, looking surprised.

“Yes, a sheriff. Allow me to explain,” Rin said, continuing, “Now I know things have been peaceful since I came around and all the citizens are upstanding and law-abiding.”

He paused for a second, gathering his goblin-thoughts.

”But I have heard the tales of the... Of the mysterious deaths -- or, dare I say, murders, ” Rin stretched the last word. Kasat took a step back and clutched her chest in shock.

“Now you believe, for good reasons -- mind you , that they were the work of 'angry spirits'. Very plausible... But have you ever considered, for even one moment, that there just might -- just might have been some foul play at work?”

Kasat looked unnerved. She looked around suspiciously: Cañar's focus had shifted from the poetry to the discussion between Kasat and Rin, his flappy ears turning to listen.

“Naturally I'm not accusing anyone, but one mustn't ever rule out any possibilities. And that, that is where a sheriff comes in handy: someone to look into matters, no matter how disturbing. For the safety of all and to cut the head of rumors right off the bat,” Rin explained.

“S-so, if we would have a sheriff, they would investigate affairs others wouldn't want to think of? Is that what you are saying?”, Kasat asked the goblin, continuing, “I think that might be something we could do... However, I must first think on it... Come the end of summer, I will have made my decision. Do you have anyone particular in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I do,“ Rin grinned a wide, toothy grin.

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“Not to tout my own horn, but I would say that I would be probably your best bet,” the goblin explained, thinking, Oh yes, this seems to go in the direction I want. Me as sheriff. Controlling the law, for once...

He cleared his throat before continuing, “You see, during my times traveling the world, I, uh, have had my brushes with, let us say, less 'savoury' types... And I have learned their way of thought and methods of crime -- no larceny would go unnoticed by me and the culprits would be immediately brought to face justice!” That is, my justice.

“Hmmm,” Kasat rubbed her chin, “I guess that makes sense. And we do have plans of opening an inn for travelers. Not to mention that our library is full of priceless tomes.”

Kasat straightened her posture, “I will think on it, though I believe I will come to agree on your suggestion. Feel free to make plans for the sheriff's office and quarters...”

Rin's smile grew ever the wider.

“But,” Kasat raised her hand, imitating the gorlak prophet's way of silencing the room, “If we have a sheriff, we will need a hammerer...” She looked around, her gaze stopping at Cañar who had a steel war hammer strapped to his back.

“...And Cañar would be perfect for the task!”

Rin looked at the towering elephant man who tapped the shaft of the hammer. He gulped. Well, that might complicate matters...



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It was a rainy late summer day when Suwu joined the ones to be possessed by unknown forces. She was in the middle of fetching lumber when she felt like she was not in control of her body anymore. At first, she struggled against the unseen force moving her against her will, but soon she gave into it, and allowed it to guide her.

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She headed to the 'mines' and claimed one of the dusty workshops, which hadn't seen use for some time now, muttering to herself, “Spibsa Gorbe, Spibsa Gorbe... Bars... Metal... Bones... Yes...”

And off she went to gather materials for her mysterious construction.

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Just before autumn's arrival, her work was completed: a pair of sheep bone greaves, which she immediately put on. They would serve her well, and oh, what magnificent greaves they were!

The sheep bones of Spibsa Gorbe, 'The Tangle of Shade', were studded with brass and onto the bones was engraved an image of a human, one Copnut Scorchbarb, who was traveling to the Laconic Prairies. Copnut was a marshal of the Just Union according to legend, and he supposedly tamed great beasts on his many journeys.

The greaves had another image on them, too: giant cave spider silk embroidery depicted a two-humped camel man.

Suwu felt satisfied after creating the artifact. It was a perfect fit, too!



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Likot Languagehame, the daughter of Såkzul and Zuglar, was playing in the warehouse above the Fruit of Letters. She enjoyed playing make believe, but was slightly saddened at the thought that soon she would have to stop playing. For, you see, she was eleven years old and nearing her twelfth birthday -- meaning she would be considered an adult.

“When you are twelve, my dear, you will be of age, and those old enough, they don't play: they work and control their impulses, little one,” mother had said. But Likot did not want to control herself! Why, putting oneself on a leash was a horrible, horrible thought and she'd rather not think of such offense to her nature! Yet, family was important -- in fact, it was the most important things in life. She truly loved her family, especially her little brother Logem. She would do anything for them: even stop playing. If that was what was needed.

She frowned as sadness crept in, but it did not last long, for she noticed a swarm of pixies flying between the bins of clothes. She observed them intently, peeking from behind a crate, continuing playing and imagining...



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It was once again winter and everyone was gathered at the Fruit of Letters. There was many a reason for celebration this year (no matter how small a reason).

First, the expansion of the tavern had been just finished. The main meeting hall of Waterlures had become quite cramped and more space was necessary -- it wasn't exactly large enough even after the expansion, but at least now you didn't bump so easily into others and spill their drinks.

Second, Kasat had a new announcement to make and everyone was eager to hear what it was this year: was it more marriage arrangements? Or was Waterlures to open for visitors finally? Or maybe plans for the grand observatory and expanded library had been completed?

Hah, little do they know that there will soon be a new sheriff in town! Rin thought, sitting all relaxed and confident. He was certain this would be Kasat's announcement, and, quite frankly, he was eager to move into the sheriff's quarters he had ordered to be built (of course, remembering to mention he was mandated by the 'Baroness' herself.

“Ahem,” Kasat coughed into her fist, “May I have your attention?”

Everyone turned to face her in anticipation.

“After some rather insightful discussions, I have come to the conclusion that we, the citizens of Waterlures, we need to uphold the rule of Law.” There were some confused 'huhs' and 'whats' heard from the crowd.

“Now I know all of you are decent people, capybara or not... However, as you all very well know, there have been some plans of opening an inn for travelers, maybe even some scholars.” Nods and murmurs of approval went around the room, though some shifted slightly restlessly.

“And we cannot be certain that the visitors are as upstanding people as you all are,” Kasat glimpsed at the reactions of her community members before continuing, “Therefore, I have decided that somebody needs to be appointed to the task of keeping order...”

Rin grinned. Yes, and that person shall be... Me!

“Thus, let me introduce you all to your new sheriff...”, Kasat turned to look at her left, past Ïteb the prophet at a group.

“Our sheriff shall be none other than the humble and practical Fayoba Claspedleaf!”, Kasat extended her finger towards the elf who was leaning against the wall in his thoughts.

“W-What?”, Fayoba exclaimed, startled by the unexpected responsibility thrust upon him.

Rin almost choked on his dwarven beer, spat it in spray, wiped the foam from his lips and screamed, “WHAT!?!”

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=====
So, now we have a sheriff.

Nothing else to report, really. No new marriages, nor any births (though they still might happen -- I didn't play so long today).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 28, 2022, 08:23:40 pm
Part VI:
Spinning Logs and Missing Boots

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9th of Granite, 346

It was the twelfth birthday of Likot. A special day that marked her becoming a grown-up. She would become a woodcrafter, since she was already at this young an age the most skilled one in Waterlures -- in fact, she was even by dwarven standards better than most. You see, she was one of those who had been possessed by forces unknown and gained skills that even master craftsmen would envy from creating Sebshos Enir, the Mire of Beguilers, the ginkgo wood crown.

Likot was playing in the bedroom of mother and father, avoiding the others who would certainly be congratulating her. Not that she didn't like being social -- she was an assertive person after all. But this day, she'd rather concentrate on her imaginary worlds and play for one last time. Tomorrow she'd be busy with her woodcrafter's tools, carving figurines, rings and what-not from wood for the enjoyment of the others. Many had been grumbling about not acquiring new items for a long time, and that was something Likot understood: for she, too, liked hoarding personal treasures.

The corpulent young capybara woman (for she was now counted as a woman, not a simple girl anymore) was happy. She was maybe not yet comfortable with leaving her childhood behind, but at least she had her memories left. For instance, she was very fond of the moments she'd had playing with a toy boat.



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From the journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
18th Granite, 346

“The summer caravan from the Just Unions arrived recently. I was surprised by the size of it: there was over thirty merchants and their bodyguards in total! Never has there been such a large group in Waterlures. Why, there were as many of them as there are citizens at our home!

In any case, I met with Upnal Wreathpacks who greeted me on behalf of the Merchants' Guild, passing some news from the larger world. Mostly just new people being appointed as priestly figures. It was good to hear something else than worrying news about marching armies and conflict. Perhaps things are calming down in the north?

Again, we traded for some lumber and colorful stones. The stones are yet to be put to use, but according to Datan's calculations, we still don't have enough for his designs. I'm wondering what he's managed to draft and would very much like to see the dwarf's building plans, but he resuses to show them as they are still a 'work in progress', as he put it (I do hope his plans are not as messy as his room!).

With luck, the autumn caravan from the Mountainhome will bring more stone. I have now grown accustomed to write down orders to the masons and such before the caravans' arrive -- it makes our dealings run so much more smoothly!

Perhaps next year we can start building the grand observatory (and accompanying library expansion) Tekkud has so much hoped for? Though, I still think a smaller structure should be more than enough. But if the others want something grand, that is what we shall commit to.”



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Rin the goblin grabbed some hemp from the barrel and fetched an empty bag before proceeding to the millstone. Instead of becoming a sheriff, he had been assigned the task of milling, for there was no miller in Waterlures, yet there was a mill. A mill that had been sitting unused for years now.

Well, this is not as bad as I thought it would be, Rin thought, feeling quite satisfied at work. And he did get his own quarters that were far enough from prying eyes after all.

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Maybe the small room in the upper levels of the mill wasn't as fancy as the one Rin had planned for the sheriff's quarters, but he was content with it. The only thing he was missing was a proper place to pray to Githu, a deity from the human realm of the Cobalt Empires who was associated with murder and death. It frustrated him, but he was uncertain how the others would react if he petitioned to have a shrine for such a god.

However, there was lots of empty space still in the mill. Perhaps he could make a small make-shift shrine in some shady nook of it?

Yes, that is what he would do... (Once he would be finished with the milling.)



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Suwu was restless. And to ease the feeling she had come to the archery range to practice despite the early autumn rain.

I long to make romance. I'm feeling lonely. She thought while drawing another arrow from her linen quiver. Now that Edu, one of her closest friends, was married, the loneliness felt stronger than before. It didn't help that she hadn't had the opportunity to hone her skills in sparring for too long, or even go wandering on a hunting trip. There was supposedly so much to do.

To do what? Build new taverns and houses and walkways across the lake that were completely unnecessary. Why? Waterlures already had everything its denizens needed: shelter, food and company. And with all the work, the last one, the most important one, was neglected.

...And now she was supposed to train some new archers. For what? To shoot giant birds and monstrous mosquitos down from the sky because they spooked the capybaras? She could do that by herself, if she was only given the opportunity to hunt them. But no, no. “There is enough meat from the livestock,” they said. “It'll anger the spirits even more!”, they said.

How frustrating! Suwu nocked another arrow, took aim and fired.

The arrow flew wide.



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Libash Blotcoal was confused. She had just opened her eyes and noticed that she was lying on the roofing she had been working on. I was knocked out by something. This is so confusing, she rubbed her head and wiped the sawdust and loam off her masterfully made sheep wool cap.

Little did she know that the cause of the accident (fortunately one without any injuries) was Meng Fancypaddle. He had been careless with the building of the new hunter's and archer's lodge made for Suwu's archer squad, the Turquoise Veils. Had he paid heed to the changes in the building plans? No, no he hadn't. He thought he could get away with slapping the logs in the same place as was originally intended. That didn't play out so well, for you see, there was nothing to support the log and so it fell down, crashing through the floor of the level below all the way to the ground floor, sending up a huge cloud of dust and splinters, which knocked several workers off their feet.

Meng was lucky that nobody was hurt.

Still, to be on the safe side, he quickly scampered away from the construction site before paws of accusation were pointed at him.



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'Avolition', the plump helmet man, was finally filling the bath that Kasat had ordered to be built. It had been completed for over a year, yet it hadn't been used -- like many other new constructions. 'Avo' was a bit bored, for it was some time since they had practiced martial arts with Kumil and Cañar. He was but a dabbler in pump operating, but even with his almost non-existent skill, he was the best pump operator in the whole of Waterlures. It was a silly thought and made him smile.

But it was not enough to make him forget the shame of walking with his feet bare. For 'Avo' had managed to misplace his low boots somewhere, and no matter how much he searched for them, he couldn't find them. Well, in a sense it too was funny. After all, it was not that serious a matter and with his smithing skills, he could make new ones.

In fact, he might just as well head to the forge after finishing pumping. Make a new pair of boots. This time he'd make sure he wouldn't lose them while grabbing a pick and heading to the mines or quarry -- for there was no need for such business for a long, long time.



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Zuglar the manager had just finished harvesting spelt. It was early Moonstone, the beginning of winter. As he walked up the slope to store the grain in the mill, he was deep in thought.

Oh, my sweet little boy, sweet, sweet Logem. Twelve years old! He sighed, feeling proud of his son, yet at the same time slightly melancholic. Now both of his and Såkzul's children were among the ranks of the grown-ups. It was but a while ago when they were wee little babes. He felt love when thinking of yesterday; how he had explained to Logem on his twelfth birthday that he was proud of him, that come spring, he would join his father to tlil the fields and sow the seeds.

Oh, how we was fond of the day he became a parent! He'd still be one, of course, but it wouldn't be the same.

Dear Ôsed, I know I don't pray to you often, and that you probably won't answer my pleas, but if it would not be too much to ask, would you bless us with more little ones? He looked into the skies for a while.

He shrugged. No, it was a silly wish. If the gods were to bless them with more offspring, certainly it would have already happened.

He sighed once again, closed the lid of the barrel where he had just put the spelt and headed back to the fields.



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Once again it was time for winter festivities.

This time they were not held in the Fruit of Letters, but in Datan's new, “more dwarfy” (as he put it) tavern, which had been made into a repurposed temporary stockpile. It had been named 'The Hut of Romancing' after the small cozy hut carved into stone next door. The name was more of a joke, really, for there had been no romance in the hut, but it had been a good place to grab a drink and mingle with your buddies.

So, now the Waterlurians were able to do the same thing, but in a larger group!

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Kumil, the militia warden (that is, head of the militia -- Waterlurians wanted to distinguish themselves from the dwarves of the Mountainhome), was already well into his drinks, lying unconscious on the floor in his own vomit. He had been just in the middle of a stimulating intellectual conversation (or, so he thought) with Kasat when he had just suddenly slumped onto the floor, snoring.

Kasat hadn't been bothered nor interested by the discussion. It was just a regular encounter of no importance. Even the rank breath and slurred speech of the stupidly drunk faun hadn't caused the slightest of emotions in her. She was more interested in listening to Suwu's story of how Tirist Brasshandles became the outpost liaison. It obviously wasn't true and was most likely made up -- how would Suwu possibly know such details of the liaison's life?

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...And so the remainder of the year (or, most of it) was spent among friends and acquaintances, with drink in hand (and occasionally on the floor, if one passed out) and all manner of stories being told.



=====

Another one... Seems like this is turning into another looooong turn (even though I promised I wouldn't do it again).

There's still quite some stuff I want to finish before passing the save to Salmeuk.

So, hope you don't mind if I continue still.

(Though, I'll probably have to eventually take a break so that I get other stuff done, too, haha.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 29, 2022, 08:32:23 pm
Part VII:
Useful Mating

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Spring arrived.

The floor of the House of Knowledge was still cluttered with books. All of them had been returned inside from the aftermath of the storm, but sorting them out and putting them into shelves or other storage was a long, ongoing effort.

Datan sat at a table in front of a tall window made from cut black zircons. In front of him was a book, which he was reading. He found the eighty-eight paged manual very interesting.

It was titled 'Useful Mating', and was authored by one Fale Clanskins. As its title implied, it concerned the reproductive behavior of creatures, though, the masterful writing rapidly shifted from one topic to another, covering a wide range of subjects.

“CHAPTER VII.
On the breeding habits of the capybara

The common sort of elf thinketh, that they are akin to the pig, but let me assure you, that is not the truth. The breeding of the capybara, when their scent changeth, is very much different from the pig: whereas the pig mates on the land, the capybara mate in water! Yes, that be true: it is from there that the name 'bath-swine' deriveth from!”

Datan put down the book and looked out the window. So, that is why Kasat had the baths built! No wonder there have been no new births, if the capies haven't had a place to breed! He thought, and suddenly came to the realization that he just might skip trying out the baths. He shuddered at the thought of what must be happening even now at the bath! How disgusting!



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Meanwhile Cusal Couragewiped was walking about, deep in exciting thought. He was thinking of a discussion with his wife Kasat, and remembering that discussion made him have some very lustful thoughts...

(But let us refrain from delving any deeper into such thoughts.)



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It was sad that Yawo's pet hippo Masami passed away, but such is life and old age reaches all one day (unless you are the Unaging King himself, of course).

Regardless, the pasture wouldn't be the same anymore without the barrel-shaped beast meandering, becoming enraged by even the smallest of things.



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I need to get away from here and go wandering, Yawo thought while hauling wood to the construction site of the combined inn and 'town hall' they were building on the east shore. She was quite frustrated for being stuck in Waterlures, getting all comfy, with nothing else to do except read some dusty tomes in the library, eat one of Kib's masterful roasts or get stupid drunk at one of the taverns. Getting caught in the rain was another matter that annoyed her. While normally she wouldn't mind a little rain, it was an entirely different thing when you had to work with all of your hair and clothes wet, sticking to your skin.

Bah, stupid rain, she cursed, shaking a fist at the clouds. Now, the rain wouldn't be half as bad if all the trees were left and we could go under their branches for shelter! But no. No. We have to cut trees. More and more trees... She scoffed aloud, though there was none around to hear it.

What is the point of this dumb building anyway? That we have one more place where we can have 'intellectual' discussions with our friends? So utterly boring. These silly capybaras are too much like those stupid bearded mud-lovers from the mountains...



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14th of Sandstone, 347

Winter was only a few weeks away when it happened: a new capybara baby was born!

Kib, the wife of Edu Sandtick, gave birth to a boy at the butcher's shop. It was maybe not the best of places to bring new life into the world, but Kib didn't care: she was too blissful for such thoughts now that she had become a parent!

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The tavern keeper Datan, after hearing the news, rushed to the Chapel of Duty to offer his thanks to Ôsed -- it was after all proper and customary in these kind of events.

His thoughts wandered amidst prayer to Fale's book, 'Useful Mating'. It had been an interesting read, and awfully fitting for the situation in Waterlures. Now he hadn't been here for that long, but there hadn't been any births for at least ten years. It was high time the capybaras -- who had come here to raise families -- were once more blessed by the Rabbit!

“In my many fascinating discoveries and observations of the capybara, one was their highly unusual courtship behavior. During the period of mating, at its highest peak, the male follows the female closely, often maintaining his snout in contact with her rump, mayhaps even gently nibbling it. In this manner they can slowly meander for hundreds of yards until they reach a body of water...”

Datan remembered the wording clearly, and silently chuckled at the thought of Edu biting Kib's behind. Of course he knew that capybara persons didn't behave similarly to their animal counterparts, but nevertheless, he liked to exercise his imagination.

“While mounting, the male--”, on second thought, maybe he didn't want to imagine that part any further.

Datan cleared his mind and continued his prayers.



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Winter was always more easy-going in Waterlures. This year was no different, except that there was no grand gathering at the Fruit of Letters or the Hut of Romancing.

The year had been bountiful: there was more grain and fish than needed. Much of the surplus would go to the caravans next year. Some of the fields would be left to fallow, for even now the granaries were almost brimming. Fish, fish there was far too much despite storage space for still-to-be prepared fish scattered all around the fisheries and wooden walkways. There had been too many fishers, and, therefore, at some point it was noticed that the capacity to store and process them was too small. End result: the refuse piles were chock full of rotting, smelly trout and other fish.

Fortunately, the Lakes of Saturnity were now frozen, so there was plenty of time to clear the mess and clean the properly stored unrotten fish.

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Datan was praying to Mestthos next to Kumil.

He was quite satisfied of this year, and despite the capybaras not being as skilled in building and crafts as dwarves, he had felt much delight admiring the well-made railings of all the bridges and walkways. And the view from his new beehive platform was magnificent! The lake opening to the south, a cool morning breeze blowing from it, such a way to start a day at work!

And soon, maybe next year, the bees will give honey. For, you see, Datan had plans for a meadery in the Hut of Romancing. He needed something to distinguish it from the Fruit of Letters (not to mention that soon there'd be a third tavern!), and, quite frankly, what better way than a mug of good mead?

His attention returned to his prayers. Mestthos. Do you have dreams? He asked the god. It was a silly question, yes, and he'd probably not get a direct answet, but it had bothered him for some time now... And if one didn't ask, there certainly wouldn't be an answer!



=====

So, after a long time, more bebes!

Nothing else really. Still putting books on a pedestal for display, but we're getting there: "only" 600 left!

It's quite the pile that's now on the pedestal, heh.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on September 30, 2022, 02:58:56 am
Damn that's a lot of books.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 30, 2022, 03:49:56 pm
An entire library from elven scholars to be accurate
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 30, 2022, 04:17:28 pm
An entire library from elven scholars to be accurate

Which elf civilization was this? The Typhoon of Lusters or The Growl of Pleating?

Just curious to know if they're from the ones we're having dealings with (that being the Typhoon of Lusters).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on September 30, 2022, 05:10:48 pm
I stole them from the fortress of Fencerined, well almost all. A plump helmet scholar had an iron grip on one book. The fortress was founded by The Mighty Ship, the civilization that is almost dead, this is most likely due to their war with The Typhoon of Lusters. Yep they have essentually heavily decimated The Mighty Ship and own two thirds of their sites now, including Fencereined. The rest of their sites are destroyed/abandoned. Infact the scholars themselves basically took control of the site.

Fencereined is an interesting place, seems something was going on when i visited the site. So i stole the books from their Library The Sanctuary of Geniuses which has always has always been run by elfs, even when the dwarves owned the site. These immortal scholars have been working for years but a unknown civilization has been raiding them and slowly stealing books which if my digging is correct is The Bent Spears who are having i shit you not a scholarly battle of stealing/coping books in their library The Oracular Vault and The Sanctuary of Geniuses.

So what our Capybara Astronomer did is unintentionally escalate an already ongoing war between the two, thank god he assumed a new identity and the elfs don't recognise their own writting. Its interesting that if the site was more open we could get adventurers asking for certain books.

TLDR - I stole from the elfs we are trading with, escalated a war and likely doomed a society of 500 dwarves from stealing an entire library
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 30, 2022, 05:48:55 pm
Nice bit of info! I'll have to dig deeper into legends then, it seems.

I haven't really read much on the northern parts of the world. And in the south there hasn't happened so much, except the immortal king oppressing citizens, then other nobles revoking some of the edicts next year, and so on, so on.

I'm curious to see what'll happen once (or if) we open the fortress hamlet for visitors. Most likely we'll get the typical array of necros and their lackeys trying to corrupt (okay, succeeding in it) the 'innocent' capies... But it'd be nice to see some questers searching for artifacts. Haven't had any of those in 0.47.xx.

The Bent Spears stuff also opens possibilities for some adventuring things (if we'd like to "send" some capies outside). I think all the capies were originally from there, though I changed their start civ with DFHack during character generation (or at least from most of them).

Also, checked Tekkud the astronomer in Legends and he seemed like an interesting fellow...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on September 30, 2022, 08:06:35 pm
Part VIII:
Here There Be Giant Leeches

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Kudpa was in a rather bad mood as she was fetching some coal for the kiln. She had just returned to work after lunch, which wasn't exactly the best she had had. Well, to be honest, it was one of the worst lunches of her's.

First, the meal she ate -- while fine and masterfully cooked -- didn't make her feel anything. It filled her, certainly, but other than that... Nothing. Second, to make matters worse, one of those awful pillars of society came along to have a chat. Oh, the loathing she felt to talk with a so-called noble (she'd rather keep it to herself with whom she talked)!

I just don't understand why they have to be that way! Kudpa was steaming as she stepped out into the rain.

Why, they're not even real nobles! 'It's the law', or 'this is just how things are', they explain their actions. Why do they try to hide themselves behind their masks? They're not doing it for the 'greater good' or 'society'! They're just being selfish upstart pricks wanting things for themselves, claiming it's for the benefit of everyone!

Young Likot passed the fuming Kudpa, greeting her, “Greetings, this servant of the Golden wishes you a good day, miss Towerfrenzy.”

“Hmpf!”, Kudpa puffed in reply, trudging quickly through the muddy meadow-grass.



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From the journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
15th of Felsite, 348

“There is now quite a number of competent artisans in Waterlures. Ten altogether, if I counted correctly. We formed a crafter's guild, naming it 'the Guild of Gears', and decided that we now need a guild hall. Of course, we had to 'petition' for one as a formality, for it is only right. We have to uphold the rule of law, even in matters that seem trivial. Proper, dignified society cannot function without structure and order -- without such things, why, we'd still be wallowing and whistling in swamp pools like our wilder brethren!

But back to the matter of the guild hall... I have ordered it to be built in a central place: on the lake, between the library and bridgeway. It will be magnificent.”

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(The guild hall's planned location: on a platform in the middle of the lake.)



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From the Journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
20th of Hematite, 348

“We traded most of our surplus fish and meat with the humans, throwing in a generous pile of bone crafts, too. The merchants were ecstatic with the deal. I could swear I saw the gleam of gold coins in their eyes!

In exchange we got a pile of lumber and more stone, as has become the norm these last years. Additionally we stocked up on arrows, since Suwu's archers are spending an awful lot of them while practicing. Maybe I'll eventually have to order the plump helmet to forge some arrows. We still have plenty of iron, though fuel has been lacking of late. We also bought some alcohol, despite our wine cellars having plenty, but variety is a luxury we can certainly afford.

Oh, I almost forgot! We bought a male black bear (at least the humans claimed it was male) to accompany the couple of females we have living in the lake caves. It wasn't my decision (and I think it was not necessary), but apparently we could train them to guard our grounds. Personally, I would have rather seen more silvery gibbons being brought -- like the elves did in spring!

In fact, I took the latest one as a pet, naming her Dakost. So far, she has gotten along with Kadol, who is growing old and weary.”

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“I also made new export and import agreements with the guild representative. Though, I certainly felt offended and very much disturbed by Upnal: that creep came into my bedroom with his cronies while I was asleep! Can you imagine his impudence? How rude!

Well, a deal's a deal, and it is now done.

I'll head off to attend to other matters now.”



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From the journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
27th of Granite, 348

“The guildhall is coming up on schedule. It is still in a very much unfinished state, but we deemed with the other guild members that its value is already enough to satisfy us. We decided to name Kinlimul, the Oaken Gold. A fitting name, since wood is the gold of Waterlures, and oak we have plenty.

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'Zultan' was annoyed. He was soaking wet for having to work in the autumn rain. Again. Ooh, it was raining on me! So annoying! He thought while carrying a log of almond wood to the wood storage.

While satisfied that the guildhall was established, he couldn't feel but lonely, since he hadn't had time to relax with his close ones. It didn't help matters that he yearned to be able to spar like the lucky ones in militia warden Kumil's tight group. Maybe he'd ask if he could join their ranks, though he doubted he'd be fit. For his form had grown laden with fat -- thanks to Kib's wonderful stews and roasts -- and he'd certainly first have to loose some weight.

I am not like that goat-legged athlete who is all muscle and bone with nary a fat in his body. 'Zultan' bemoaned. Heck, even the elephant guy and mushroom man are more nimble than me -- 'Avo' even with his crutches!

It seemed unfair. How could he even become slimmer if he wasn't given the chance to prove himself on the sparring floor? Maybe he'd just have to insist on being allowed into the militia. In fact, he'd do just that once winter arrived...



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24th Moonstone, 348

Likot was terrified. She had just arrived at the library's study and was on her way to pick a book, when something horrible crawled inside: a giant leech!

It assaulted her along several others, but fortunately managed to only cause bruises before Suwu, the archer captain, punched it and others joined in. “This my fight too!” Id had yelled as he charged the overgrown slug.

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In the chaos and confusion, the leech panicked and scampered with unexpected speed up the stairs, through the main hall and over the bridge. Kumil, who had been alerted by the noise and yelling, rushed after the leech.

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Instead of the tasty meal it expected, the leech itself ended up as the meal. It stood no chance against the faun who swiftly gained the galloping gastropod, slapped it with the flat of his blade and pommel a few times before cleaving it in half with one blow of the steel short sword.

The leech's body was then dragged to the butcher: it would be served as the main course at this year's winter festivities (or, possibly saved for a later occasion).

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After the 'Leech Incident' (and cleanup) winter festivities commenced.

It was very much like the gatherings of previous years: laughter and song, drink and bickering, dance and story-telling.



=====

Wasn't supposed to start new building projects, but yeah, guildhall petition happened just when other stuff was nearing completion...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 01, 2022, 03:56:11 am
Man my guy sure likes to find things to be sad about, I say we just let him wallow in his fat sadness, I mean I'm a fat bastard and I'm fine so it won't kill him to also be fat.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 01, 2022, 07:39:22 am
Man my guy sure likes to find things to be sad about

He's actually in general doing quite good (stress slightly on the negative side). I've just caught him when he's been having bad days.

Also, I think most of the capies are currently being described as being 'corpulent', so fatness is the norm in Waterlures (gotta have that lard to keep you warm while "bathing").
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 01, 2022, 07:22:32 pm
Part IX:
A Pleasant Surprise

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“Pss-pss- pss, come here kitty!”, Ubbul said to the kitten, making it follow him. They had bought several new cats from the autumn caravan, and, like cats tend to do when unchecked, they had bred. Rapidly. Somebody in charge had completely forgotten that.

So, now it was Ubbul's duty to geld the males, though he wasn't so keen on it. He had come to like cats for their aloofness during his life in Waterlures. And now there weren't as many as there used to -- most of them had died of old age. But, at least his assignment gave him some company, since he had been feeling a bit lonely lately.

“You know what, cat? Merriment is worthless,” he told the small feline as they trudged through the cold, wet spring sleet and rain. “It is utterly disgusting. How can they make merry when there is strife in the world? You tell me that, cat.”

The cat looked curiously at the rotund rodent leading the way. It didn't understand what he said, but surely there was a meal waiting wherever he was heading! Why, how else could the capybara be so plump!

Little did it know what awaited it at the farmer's workshop...



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Well, who would have known? 'Zultan' was content as he put on the suprior steel mail shirt. Kumil accepted me into the Fenced Princes! He was picking up the equipment 'Avo' had forged for him, even though it was a month and a half until his training would begin on the first day of Hematite.

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“I put on an exceptional item. It pleases me,” 'Zultan' said to 'Avo' as he passed the plump helmet man smith on his way out, brimming with newfound energy.

'Avo' stopped, nodded, and watched as the capybara stepped into the rain. It's best to slow down and just relax, he thought, taking a short breather from hauling the bituminous coal to the smelter. He had finally recovered from his wounds and didn't need crutches anymore -- only a dent in his leg remained, but he felt like not pushing too hard yet.

And there really wasn't any rush, anyway.



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Summer was just around the corner as Tekkud headed off to Edu's Fishery to clean some yellow bullheads. He put the fish on the counter, grabbed a knife and began scaling it. “The best way to get what you want our of life is to work for it,” Tekkud said aloud with a smile as Kudpa trudged past him, busy at work hauling cleaned fish to the warehouse.

Now, what was that supposed to mean? Kudpa furrowed her brow. Was the astronomer implying that she didn't work hard enough? She had been working hard for the whole spring, much harder than Tekkud (at least in her opinion). And what good did it do? The stocks were filling once again with barrels crammed full of fish, waiting to be sold to the caravans. For what? Some 'nice, colorful stones' for a 'grand project' of the astronomer, the dwarf buffoon and self-proclaimed baroness? Had anyone even seen the plans of it? No. It was to be kept 'secret'.

“Pfft, what nonsense!” Kudpa exclaimed as she made her way out of the fishery. “Why, the fancy stones will probably go into furnishing the personal quarters of the high muckety-mucks!”

She was fuming with loathing as she stomped towards the warehouse.



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Finally it was Hematite. And Hematite meant not only that summer had begun, but that the Fenced Princes would train. Contrary to previous training months, this time each and every one in the squad (still bearing the name Zas had given in the early years of Waterlures) was supposed to attend. The reason being two new squad members: Edu Sandtick and Vucar 'Zultan' Scorchlancers.

'Zultan' was interested after Kumil had taught him some tricks on how to punch the enemy. Without guidance he would not have ever learned such things! Yet, despite the excitement of the training, his thoughts wandered to the truly decadent dish he had eaten before coming to the sparring hall.

He was still quite full and really, really hoped the food wouldn't come up -- especially if a sparring partner managed to land a blow in the guts.



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It was not only 'Zultan' and Edu who were to train that year.

'Baroness' Kasat, after discussions with Kumil and Cañar, had come to the conclusion that it was for the best if everyone (who so wished) in the community needed some practice in self-defense. The close-call with the giant leech was much to thank (or blame, depending on one's point of view) for her change of mind. And not only that: most of the community members had grown fat for the lack of excercise.

Rin was satisfied with this, for he was the first to teach the 'Maroon Salves' -- one of the two wrestling clubs -- some tricks and combat moves. His frustration for no brawls or fisticuffs was greatly eased.

And what was even better, he had finally, finally, had the time to pray to Githu before heading for the training session!



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An oddity in the local flora was noticed when yound trees were assigned for culling: a fungiwood tree grew under the canopy of an old walnut tree!

'Brewer Bob' thought it fascinating, and explained to the others that obviously the thick shade of the walnut tree's foliage had created some kind of microclimate under it which was similar to that found in the deeps of the earth. And since they had carried unknowingly spores of underground plantlife with them when they moved here (as can be witnessed by the cave moss growing in the dirt of the cellars, he had said), there must have been some fungiwood spores, too!

Yawo, of course, thought such a theory laughable. What nonsense! It was, naturally, because of the fantastical magical forces permeating the Lakes of Saturnity and immediate surroundings!

'Microclimate' -- who ever has heard of such a thing! Yawo was amused and chuckled patronizingly at the silly mason chronicler.

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Maybe Yawo was not so far from the truth? The Lakes of Saturnity had some kind of magic to it, like that unnatural storm that scattered all the books, and pixie swarms seen now and then fluttering about -- no doubt on their way to cause some mischief!



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On the last day of Sandstone -- the 28th to be precise -- Såkzul Agebronze, the bookkeeper, gave birth to a boy. Her and Zuglar's prayers to Ôsed were answered: they once more had a little one in their life!

But it was not only Såkzul and Zuglar who had babies...

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...For only a day later Ilral the spinner (and wife of 'Zultan') gave birth to a boy!

They named the wee baby -- who even on his day of birth was muscular (and fat, like his parents) -- Atír Archsinged.

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And, again, a day later Kib gave birth to a girl. She and Edu now had two children.

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Ubelievably, there was one more birth not but a week later.

Baroness Kasat gave birth to a boy, making her and her husband Cusal very happy parents indeed!

This winter would certainly have some grand festivities, for the population of Waterlures was finally growing. The capybaras truly were blessed by the Divine Rabbit!

Praise Ôsed!



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And indeed, when winter arrived, everyone headed to the Fruit of Letters to have a good ol' time.

...Well, except the outpost liaison and the human guild representative with his bodyguards.



=====

So, yeah. That was quite unexpected.

I was maybe hoping for one new kid, but four? Well, ain't complaining. Maybe things'll start to pick up from here?

There's really nothing much happening in the fort, so I've been looking quite randomly through the thoughts of the capies and tried to interpret them into...something? The personalities in my writing probably don't match exactly the descriptions, but at least most of it should.

Hope it hasn't been too boring.

I think I'll be finishing tomorrow.

(Unless if I get started on the observatory that I dismantled -- it's been taking time cuz I've been ordering stone for it from the caravans and still don't have enough for the plans. But even if I'd begin the constuction, I'll have to take a break next week and do other stuff.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 02, 2022, 03:39:47 am
Hope it hasn't been too boring.
I don't think this has been boring, I quite like hearing about the capybaras and their fat adventures.

Also that's a lot of babies being born.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 02, 2022, 06:54:18 pm
you are jinxing these happy capys if you start calling this place boring (it is quaint and pastoral - rare traits to maintain in the harsh world of DF)

trying to finish my spookfortress turn so I can take over, whenever you finish your go.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 02, 2022, 08:10:34 pm
Part X:
Boys, Boys, Boys

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The year was only a couple of weeks in when a late snow storm came upon Waterlures. This did not hinder the work of the capybaras, who were well-rested and brimming with new energy. However, the arrival of the elves (with their giraffes and other pack animals) from Múya Loré, the Typhoon of Lusters, interrupted work. It was time to haul crafts and such to the trade depot where the 'Baroness' would broker a deal with the forest-dwellers.

From the Journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
(undated)

“The elf merchants came. This time we had plenty what to offer them ('Zultan' has been busy making crafts from bones), but as per usual, they did not have so much of interest. It was the normal deal we have with them: our crafts for their fruit and some clothes. This time I bought a couple of toys for the little ones. They were made from that odd-looking wood that is grown into different shapes with elven magic (note: I must ask Yawo for more details about it at some point). I think it will be good that our children become accustomed to elf crafts from an early age.

There were also a couple of animals of interest: a hippo (for Yawo to ease the grief caused by the passing of Masami), a silvery gibbon and a great horned owl.”



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Zuglar was sitting at his office. A couple bowls of stew were on the floor in front of the statue of Abod the Prince of Duty. Zuglar was in his thoughts, chewing on his quill as he glanced at the statue of the deity of death, war and chaos, depicted as a weeping female dwarf.

Abod was not a deity Zuglar particularly revered, but it was a good reminder of what lay ahead if proper decorum and loyalty were disregarded and a peaceful state changed to one of war. The Prince of Duty was not like Zuglar's favorite god Limul, 'the Golden'.

I have been contemplating the Golden, Zuglar thought. Recently he had communed with the god and offered his thanks, for his work had been satisfying: he had produced many a masterwork this season! Oh, and the wondrous meals of Kib! One could never have enough of those! He patted his plump stomach.

He stretched his arms and looked back at the papers on his desk. “Now where was I?”, he muttered aloud.

“Ah, yes. The work orders. Tables and chairs for the guildhall, of course.”



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Just after midsummer a flock of giant keas descended upon Waterlures, setting their eyes on all things shiny.

Suwu and her archers hastily ventured forth to drive them away or hunt them down. They ran up and down the slopes in hopes of getting a clear shot. And indeed, Suwu managed to strike one in the wing, sending it spinning to the ground!

However, there were still four left.

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Another one was struck by an arrow and the green feathered thief slammed into the bridge between Suwu's house and the Fruit of Letters.

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The third fell on the west bank of the lake, confusing a goose.

The remaining two proved to be elusive: while one was being chased on the east shore, the other swooped down on the west, trying to snatch at a billy goat and the hippo, scaring the rest of the pastured livestock.

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But their trickery was useless. The one harrassing the animals fell into the lake as it tried to make a hasty retreat.

Only one remained.

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Eventually it fell, too.

Kea meat would be on the menu this winter.

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)



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In the early days of autumn Såkzul the bookkeeper gave birth to yet another boy!

She and Zuglar now had three sons and one daughter, the eldest of the four.

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Not but a week later Kib, too, gave birth. This was the third child of her and Edu.

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And only a moment later the 'Baroness' joined the ranks of boy-birthers!

My, my, my. The capies surely have been busy at the baths!, Datan thought to himself as he was tending to the beehives, noting that he probably should keep to his decision of not trying the pool out.

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A few weeks later saw one more birth in Waterlures: Ilral gave birth to a boy.

She and 'Zultan' were blissful, for their family grew and now Atír would have company from his younger brother Datan Futuretours,

It was truly a blessed autumn.

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(https://i.imgur.com/EeJoCbq.gif)

Winter began with a cleanup.

Old tattered clothes were ordered to be emptied from cabinets, bins and rooms, and taken to the trash disposal room (or, 'atom smasher' as it dwarves called it). Cañar trudged up the stairs of the ashery and soapery to 'Zultan's' room, grabbed a weathered hood made of naked mole dog leather and made his way to the smasher.

The giant of an elephant man was quite content with his life in Waterlures. Maybe he wasn't exactly happy, but content was good enough. Things were at least peaceful here -- if you didn't count the 'Leech Incident' and occasional giant keas stirring things. But there were things he yearned for: it had been some time since he had had the time for abstract thinking and reading one of the countless books. It made him restless. Perhaps next year there would be more time for such matters, for most of the large building projects were done.

Though, once the plans for the observatory would be revealed and work on it begun, there would be even less time for rest.

But, fortunately, that was still way off.



(https://i.imgur.com/4BQdcQ6.gif)

When most old clothing was thrown away, the community gathered once again in the Fruit of Letters. Most of them mingled in the main hall...

(https://i.imgur.com/wHs2BxX.gif)

...While others decided to go to the dormitory (which had been built during the building's expansion).

And so another year came to pass in Waterlures.



=====

So, that ends my turn then.

Finally.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 02, 2022, 08:16:12 pm
you are jinxing these happy capys if you start calling this place boring (it is quaint and pastoral - rare traits to maintain in the harsh world of DF)

I hope it remains boring and pastoral!

Though with this birthrate we'll hit population 50 soon (it's now 40), so we'll probably have a werebeast encounter then...

trying to finish my spookfortress turn so I can take over, whenever you finish your go.

Was about to ask you what's your schedule and how busy you're with Spookyfort.

Tomorrow (or, if I don't have time, the day after) I'll write an overview and upload the save. Bit too tired for that currently, and I want to do a couple of tests too before uploading.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 03, 2022, 11:58:01 am
Overview:

First a Stonesense screenshot with numbered locations (simpler to show things as stuff are scattered on multiple z-levels):

(https://i.imgur.com/158l0n8.jpg)
(click to enlarge)




Next a couple of regular screenshots without notes:

Spoiler: The 'Main' Z-level (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: One Z-level down (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: ...And still down (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: And above that (click to show/hide)



(https://i.imgur.com/4scGefP.png)

Our stockpiles are currently looking good. We have still more than we need.

I'd hope that no new stockpiles are made: if we exceed the capacity of the current ones (which is already way more than enough), we're producing something too much and it should be thrown into the trash (or caravans).

Which reminded me of the main rule and guideline that I haven't said:

Small is Good, Big is Bad
That is, let us not hoard things, but produce only what we need. Let's learn away from the bigger is better mentality (except with getting kids and married couples).

This applies also to all building and digging projects: keep things small and compact. Distances should be kept minimal without a central staircase.

In fact, let's say that NO DIGGING is necessary at the moment.

Trees:

Most everything is crafted from wood. Stone is reserved for very special things, such as building blocks and statues (no need to make stone mechanisms -- wooden mechanisms have been modded in).

So, keep furniture wooden, if possible.

We're still avoiding the chopping of large trees (especially fruit trees, though I haven't designated fruit picking zones, now that I think of it). I've designated all (or almost all) young trees to be felled. You can use that as a guideline what's good to chop and what's not.

I won't be strict on it, though, so do what you see necessary. But if possible, rather order wood from the humans or dwarves (next caravans should be bringing some).

The only strictly NO-NO is the two fungiwood trees we have growing aboveground: the first is against the northern wall of the unfinished/unnamed inn/townhall. The second is in the far southwest corner of the map in a ravine leading to the "mines".

Barrels & Bins:

NO BARRELS IN SEED STOCKPILES! This is important. Don't want any cancellation spam and it's a pain in the but to get the seeds out of the barrels.

Also, reserve bins ONLY for trade goods (=crafts), clothing and cloth. Sheets too, but we're not currently using them.

Ammunition, weapons and armor should never go into bins.

(There's probably more, but those are the most important, I think.)

Animals:

I've designated some for butchery. No restrictions with these, but try to keep enough sheep for our wool needs (should be enough currently).

Stress:

(https://i.imgur.com/I1oAuCY.png)

The stress levels are good. I've been keeping 2-3 months mandatory rest per year, which helps a bit. Also putting capies (and others) who wanted to citizen's militias helped.

Speaking of militias...

Military & Defenses:

It is intentional that there are no walls or safe zones. Our capies are still naïve and oblivious to the threats the outer world will cause at some point.

However, we do have two actual squads: one melee and one archer.

The melee squad (Fenced Princes) is well-kitted and practice the most frequently. I've still kept training time low, since skills increase ridiculously fast. Do not assign uniforms to them: they have each their individual pieces of equipment specified and if new members are added, the same should be done for them. Uniforms mess things up with equipping stuff. Specific equipment does wonders.

The archers are just equipped with bows. They're not intended to be combatants, but pest control (aka Killers of Giant Keas).

FPS:

FPS is still very decent with my potato. It wanders between 40-60, depending on the amount of units and how busy the capies are hauling stuff. However, when giant keas arrive (usually around 5 of them) there will be a HUGE dip -- possibly all the way down to 10 FPS. If it is unbearable, you are free to use DFHack's exterminate on them.

Other Stuff:

There's still a few books & scrolls under water. The capies didn't touch them when the ice above them was channeled. Not sure what's the problem (they're not forbidden), but it's only a handful, and we have over 3000, so... (Oh, there's a couple also scattered around the map.)

Other than that?

The no visitors policy still applies.

The "baths" at the baronial quarters have actually never seen use (despite Datan thinking otherwise -- that pervert!). The pool is filled to 4/7, so technically it could be used as swimming training for the non-innate swimmers (that being the dwarf, elf & goblin).

We might get new capies next year, but I'm not sure of it, since the mingling time wasn't as long as on the two earlier years. Not sure if married couples were "hanging out" next to each other and, uh, yeah, you know, doing THAT thing.

Didn't try to couple up capies after the forced marriages. There's still some who might be possible to pair up.

...Oh, and the winter cleanup or dumping of xclothesx is still under way.

If there's something you're not sure of, ask.

(Gee, this turned way longer than intended. As if anyone will follow those guidelines, haha.)



TL;DR

Things lookin' good. FPS good.
Keep things small and compact. Big is bad. Big is NO-NO.
No new stockpiles -- if current ones overflow, produce less. Throw excess into garbage or trade.
No visitors allowed!
NO BARRELS IN SEED STOCKPILES!
In fact, don't use bins either (except trade goods, cloth and clothing). Especially in weapon/ammo piles!
No proper defenses is intentional.
Refrain from digging. We got stone.
Chop only young trees. Don't chop the two fungiwood trees!
Stone and wood can be ordered from caravans. Next ones should be bringing some.
Ask if unsure.
Have fun!



And here's the save:

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16107

Good luck Salmeuk!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 03, 2022, 02:40:20 pm
Alright. Wrapping up my other succession game, should get to this one today or tomorrow.

alright, preserving oldgrowth, I'm down with that

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NO BARRELS IN SEED STOCKPILES!

only a fool or a scoundrel would do such a thing

any veto on a small sculpture garden tucked away in the northern treeline? perhaps with a small gazebo for purposes of contemplation

I think I will contribute one or two small projects, or impressions upon the land, then simply let the turn play out, to ensure maximum quaintness :]
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 03, 2022, 02:54:08 pm
Alright. Wrapping up my other succession game, should get to this one today or tomorrow.

alright, preserving oldgrowth, I'm down with that

Nice! Waiting to read about both games.

any veto on a small sculpture garden tucked away in the northern treeline? perhaps with a small gazebo for purposes of contemplation

I think I will contribute one or two small projects, or impressions upon the land, then simply let the turn play out, to ensure maximum quaintness :]

A sculpture garden would be great.

I've forgot to mention that there's actually on the slope a shrine for Icemi Apedives (a force, worshipped by Yawo) under some old trees. There's also a make-shift burial ground on one of the slopes (with slabs & statues commemorating the dead), again under trees.

So, a sculpture garden would be a nice continuation of that style.

Other projects are of course welcome, but I might always end up being a jerk again and "relocating" or "redesigning" them on my turn so that Waterlures doesn't become the typical glorious chaotic mess succession games tend to be.

Edit. And just letting the game run its course is surprisingly entertaining in Waterlures. I spent half the time just following random capies and going through their thoughts.



...Oh, I forgot a screenshot from the overview:

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 05, 2022, 12:07:27 am
wow. this place is awesome. I lost it when I found the beautiful underground lake cavern full of grizzly bears. sorry, who made this thing? I must have missed that part of the history lol

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 05, 2022, 06:30:28 am
wow. this place is awesome. I lost it when I found the beautiful underground lake cavern full of grizzly bears. sorry, who made this thing? I must have missed that part of the history lol

I would be guilty of that and AvolitionBrit added to it. Didn't really mention it (except something along the lines of a 'secret project' and screenshots showing it). Got lucky with a caravan bringing a breeding pair of grizzlies (tho, I think the male died of old age already), so the bears made a fun addition. Wasn't exactly planned.

It's sort of a thing I tend to do in many forts. Artificial caves are nice, plus an "unobtrusive" way to get needed stone.

Been trying to design the place so that it'd be interesting to visit in Adventure Mode. Quite happy on how it's turning out currently.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 07, 2022, 08:46:06 pm
some progress was made. update tomorrow.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 07, 2022, 09:12:33 pm
Waiting to hear what's been happening in the (hopefully still) peaceful capy village!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 09, 2022, 01:37:25 pm
Life on the lake is . . cold. wet. the fur gets musty, and time must be taken to clean out the grooves behind one's ears.

the newest project is that of an outdoor garden, replete with statue and pedestal, set up on the northeastern ridgeline amongst the fruit and ash trees. the site:

(https://i.imgur.com/nFTOHAq.png)

(https://i.imgur.com/na1A6Eu.png)

A wall was punched out in the new inn building, and a stone pathway set into the hillside, meandering north into the forest. Finally, an area was designated and a fence was installed, to keep the deer away from the ornamental shrubbery:

(https://i.imgur.com/8fikjxm.png)

=====================

and then giant keas attacked us and FPS died

work continues. we have a lot of excess wood, but I have plans to use it, so perhaps not so excess after all.

 also I noticed we have open pastures, which means animals can escape and this generates constant job spam for the capys. What do you think about a natural pit pasture, maybe with a pond, in the western hillside? would help with kea spam too, since the animals tend to scatter during the annual Kea convention
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 09, 2022, 02:34:50 pm
the newest project is that of an outdoor garden, replete with statue and pedestal, set up on the northeastern ridgeline amongst the fruit and ash trees.

Looking good and an excellent spot!

Also, good thinking on breaching the inn wall. Once exiting and heading for the garden one can take a look at the weirdness of nature in the form of the fungiwood growing under the walnut tree.

and then giant keas attacked us and FPS died

Damn, I hate those bastards! FPS is still otherwise decent, but when these f**ks arrive, holy shit it goes down.

also I noticed we have open pastures, which means animals can escape and this generates constant job spam for the capys. What do you think about a natural pit pasture, maybe with a pond, in the western hillside? would help with kea spam too, since the animals tend to scatter during the annual Kea convention

I approve of this.

It's been on my to-do list for, what, like since you suggested it in the beginning of the fort? I guess I forgot about it or didn't find a good spot. The current pasture is right next to the farmer's workshops so shearing and milking can be done relatively quickly, but yeah, keas scatter the poor little sheepies and others.

I think I planned out a place (and maybe landscaped a bit, don't remember) west of the farmer's shops, somewhere around the archery range and current "barracks". There's this nice open area surrounded by slopes. But it'd be a bit longer way to the farmer shops then.

Another option would be on the flat immediately down the slope to the south of the current pasture.

But you pick a spot which seems most promising. We can of course move the farmer's shops if need be (and repurpose the current building).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 11, 2022, 12:32:37 pm

plans laid for the garden:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)


On the western hill, a circular space was created and will be fenced in. Simply waiting for the grass to grow. . .

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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shenanigans include:

(https://i.imgur.com/GZy9uEw.png)

Avolition created a statue for the garden:

(https://i.imgur.com/K1KDv87.png)

Brewerbob, meanwhile, carved a number of masterpiece stone statues. The garden is looking spectacular.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

life is peaceful. those who are not carving statues or installing fencework are busy collecting wood from the forests.

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The statue garden, completed by early autumn, was now covered in fallen leaves:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

pathways:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The new pasture in action:

(https://i.imgur.com/hfZ6G1n.png)

It is yet to be seen how many animals it can feed.

A cat made a friend:

(https://i.imgur.com/RGp8HWk.png)

Five total births in Autumn, I believe. They all popped out around the same time and I kind of lost track.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

This brings Waterlures to 44 total members, with 13 of those being children.


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save here (I went a little over to 5th Granite, my apologies): https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16123

Waterlures is a peaceful place. not much happened, and the only changes I made to the place are seen above. Beyond that, it was a lot of wood hauling to closer stockpiles, which have now been removed, leaving wood accessible but not causing hauling spam.

bonus wintertime statue garden:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 11, 2022, 03:14:57 pm
Ooh, I very much like that statue garden! Looking really nice and fitting for the place.

(Also, good reminder with the routes: I've completely forgotten to set up some traffic zones.)

Funny how the wombat man 'Bob' has become one of the best masons around. When I made him, my thought was to make a completely useless "chronicler" who doesn't do much else than fish. Guess he was assigned at some point to chug blocks on repeat and became quite the mason.



Those giant mosquitos are fortunately quite harmless. Better have them than those damn giant keas.

Also, that pasture/pen is pretty much in the place where I originally intended it to be (if I understood the location correctly from those screenshots), nice!



44 citizens? 13 kids?

Oh wow, those capies have certainly been busy "cuddling" in the dormitory during winter festivities... But let's not think too much about the details of it. *shudders*

We're nearing 50, so that means several things when we reach it: getting a mayor and possible werebeast attacks. *gulp*



I'll be picking up the save tomorrow and continue the story of the capies and their (still) peaceful lives.

But what about the future of Waterlures as a succession game?

I've been thinking on this now for some time: while I intended this to be a succession game, it's turned out to be mostly me playing and I've more than once dismantled projects of others, which I don't think was a fair move on my part. I have a certain kind of vision of how I'd like Waterlures to look like, but haven't really been able to write it down as building guidelines and such. Never been good at writing my thoughts down in an understandable manner (and not being a native English-speaker doesn't help). Nor do I really believe that strict rules/building guidelines work in succession forts anyway, so...

I guess, what I mean to say is, should I still keep this as a succession game? Has it been too restricting what others can do on their turns or not? And has it been fun at all for you as players?

Or should I change this into more of a single-player game where I'd be putting your ideas/wishes into action?

Regardless, I'll keep this going, one way or the other. Gotten quite attached to the amazing bath-swine.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 11, 2022, 10:01:13 pm
how about you keep doing the awesome journaling you have been, and if you feel the need to take a break and want to open it up just say as much. as you might be aware the succession game population has dwindled in the past few years.

I would be down to take another turn in a week or two IRL.

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Oh wow, those capies have certainly been busy "cuddling" in the dormitory during winter festivities... But let's not think too much about the details of it. *shudders*

We're nearing 50, so that means several things when we reach it: getting a mayor and possible werebeast attacks. *gulp*

yeah. lets just say I am heavily invested in the future of waterlures, in the sense I am curious how things might go horribly wrong. its just so peaceful I honestly forgot I was playing DF.

I didn't really furnish the rightmost structure, that might be a good project. Also I feel like we need more space for 'junk' but then again, it is nice to simply not over manufacture things.

here's to another quiet year  :D
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 12, 2022, 03:12:50 am
I to am invested in the future of this fort, and I say you run things how you want them to be run.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 12, 2022, 08:37:02 am
how about you keep doing the awesome journaling you have been, and if you feel the need to take a break and want to open it up just say as much. as you might be aware the succession game population has dwindled in the past few years.

I think that's what I'll be doing.

It's a pity that succession games have been in a decline (I think they were already dwindling when I finally registered some years back), but maybe the Steam version will bring some new energy? I hope.

I would be down to take another turn in a week or two IRL.

It's also possible that when you know some certain dates you'd have time and want to play, send a message and I'll end my turn and upload the save before that?

That might keep the game running smoothly without longer breaks. Dunno.

Also, nice to hear folk are invested in this one. I'm a bit surprised how attached I've got to this fort. Been liking the more slow-going pace and peacefulness. So far not many tragedies, but they certainly feel more impactful in a small fort where you "know" most of the citizens.

Anyway, just got the save and will be going through legends before playing.

Hopefully an update coming today or tomorrow.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 12, 2022, 02:09:15 pm
ok. yeah waterlures feels like playing Timberborn or something - idyllic settlement management that DF always manages to sabotage  :D

I do hope more people visit bay12 after the update, but I think in general forums like this one are sort of passe, with the new generations. what I imagine will happen is some kind of alternate hosting site for saving stories of community games will arise. People have tried on reddit, and I think in some other formats, but honestly its a shame. forums like this act as both broadcast medium and historical record - great attributes for the long-form storytelling of a DF succession game!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 12, 2022, 06:19:10 pm
Part I:
Memories

(https://i.imgur.com/O1etPWL.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/qMEcSr5.png)

Lòr Drinkbust, the five year old son of Kib and Edu, was fetching new clothes from stores when a tingling sensation crept up his spine, making his fur stand up. He was struck by an odd, otherworldly mood -- something that hadn't happened in Waterlures for quite some time.

He headed out into the spring sleet, making his way to the crafting and masonry area, walking through the narrow tunnel that wound through the dirt. He passed Kumil who was hauling rutile into the stone stores his incredible muscles bulging. Kumil looked at the young very skinny capybara child, noticing the fey glimmer in his eyes.

'The mind thinks best when the world is at rest,' the faun thought to himself. Life in Waterlures certainly had been peaceful and he didn't mind it that way. There was time to think, time to create and time to drink. Yet, there was much toil to be done even in this small village and he had barely had any time to craft anything himself, and what was most worrying, he hadn't been able to pray to Mestthos.

He set the rutile in the stores and looked as little Lòr headed off to gather materials for some peculiar project. Kumil knew that look: Waterlures was sure to get a new artifact soon.

(https://i.imgur.com/zuw3Vjl.png)

Lòr looked at the figurine on the table cluttered with carving tools, wood chips and scrap cloth. “Bentended the Tusks of Watching! I will call you that. You will remind me of Olon,” said to the ginkgo wood figurine of a cat he had finished.

It was masterfully designed, depicting Olon Oiledclutch the cat curled into a peaceful ball atop a small pedestal encrusted and decorated with black zircon, microcline, oak, plum wood, orthoclase and sheep wool (to top it off, there was also spikes of ginkgo wood, cave spider silk and more black zircons). One could almost think that the cat was asleep, except that if you watched close enough, you would realize that the cat was in an eternal slumber: it was dead. Lòr wasn't born when Olon the cat passed away due to old age in 346, but he had certainly heard tales of the creature.

To honor Olon, he had been driven to depict its passing with the figurine, and he decided to offer it the community as a gift.



(https://i.imgur.com/rLkUCvi.gif)

Datan was quite satisfied at his work. He'd been spending late spring pressing honey from honeycombs and brewing mead. And now, finally, the mead stores of the Hut of Romancing started to be quite full indeed. Oh, how he would enjoy the moment when his hairy plump friends would come over with their friends to have a drink of his fine mead!

While happy (or at the very least, content) in the way things were going in Waterlures, with children being born, he couldn't but sometimes feel lonely when watching the families of the others. It reminded of his wife (and former spouses) and children. Maybe one day he would get the chance to see them again? But some things cannot be mended...

His eldest son, Atír Constructbrew, would not come back. In the early days of the Savage Conflict, in the year 325, the goblins of the Hell of Miseries had attacked the hillocks of Savagesmith. Dwarves from all walks of life were hastily gathered to the defense. Atír and his mother Catten were among the defenders.

They both had died.

Oh, if Datan would've known beforehand of the war! He would've taken his family with him among one of the expeditions of early 325 that set off to found new settlements. The capybaras had been very fortunate: it was not long after they had left when the war begun.

Datan sighed, wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and continued his work.



=====

A bit of short one today. Didn't get much further than spring and not much to report there. (I thought I took a gif of Datan while he was brewing, but apparently didn't save it, so also less images. edit. Found the image and added it to the post.)

Current projects: building a couple new houses for the growing population.

Also, a bit more storage space in the warehouse/attic now (added one floor). Made a fenced pasture for poultry at the "underground" farm plots where the nestboxes are. So far the pasture Salmeuk made (I was pleased to see that the fence was made of wood grates) seems to be enough for the grazers, though I'm trying to get a few more sheeps (running out of wool), so might need to expand later.

Continuing tomorrow, but it might also be a shorter session.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 12, 2022, 08:25:46 pm
yeah I never actually thought to use grates but merely emulated what had come before me. its a nice little trick to bring out the farmstead aesthetics so I'm def adding it to my repertoire.

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It was masterfully designed, depicting Olon Oiledclutch the cat curled into a peaceful ball atop a small pedestal encrusted and decorated with black zircon, microcline, oak, plum wood, orthoclase and sheep wool (to top it off, there was also spikes of ginkgo wood, cave spider silk and more black zircons). One could almost think that the cat was asleep, except that if you watched close enough, you would realize that the cat was in an eternal slumber: it was dead. Lòr wasn't born when Olon the cat passed away due to old age in 346, but he had certainly heard tales of the creature.

awesome description, that. sometimes artifacts just... hit right.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 13, 2022, 05:28:30 pm
Part II:
Building

(https://i.imgur.com/67yxPC8.gif)

While the humans from the Just Union were packing their unsold merchandise, a large flock of giant peach-faced lovebirds circled in the skies. It was nothing unusual here to see them, yet the capybaras managed to often get scared of them when a large shadow suddenly passed over them. It slowed work a bit on the new houses that were being built.

The humans, however, were not at all used to these beasts and began firing their bows at the birds. This scared the birds who began to flutter around in panic, causing the capybaras to be spooked. So it was up to the mandrill man Ove and Cusal the pilgrim -- both part of Suwu's archers -- to deal with the problem.

And indeed: soon one of the feathered beasts crashed down from the skies right next to the trading pavillion.

Peach-faced lovebird would be this seasons specialty on Kib's menu.



(https://i.imgur.com/rPqpf9v.gif)

Autumn came quickly.

The guild representative Upnal and his guards traipsied around the new garden, admiring the craftscapyship (though, craftswombatship would be a more accurate term) of the statues. The community of Waterlures still didn't want visitors and wanted to keep it that way for the time being. But still, the capybaras didn't mind if some merchants from the caravans stayed for a while after the others left. As long as they let the capybaras work and weren't asking too many questions, it was fine.



(https://i.imgur.com/G2I8dnh.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/QdS1DXT.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/OMLUnXf.png)

Around the 15th of Limestone, the caravan from the Mountainhome arrived: three wagons pulled by horses, water buffalos and reindeer. One of the marksdwarves accompanying the merchants stumbled akwardly when walking down the slopes, which had been turned quite muddy and slippery by the early autumn rain.

The capybaras halted their work and headed to haul goods to the trading pavilion, while 'Baroness' Kasat prepared to meet with the outpost liaison to broker trade deals.



(https://i.imgur.com/hVoCxdS.gif)

The leaves fell off the trees and the Lakes of Saturnity froze when winter was just around the corner.

(https://i.imgur.com/zc1YLiX.gif)

Two new buildings had been erected between the fields on the slopes and the house of crafts -- which was also the home of Zuglar and Såkzul and their children (and Kudpa, who so detested higher-ups, had a small room in the same building).

The houses were yet unfurnished, and it hadn't been decided who would be the ones to move in.

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However, there were more building projects: stables, with quarters for a stable master, were being built next to the yet-to-be-named-and-opened inn.

One must always have space for the beasts of visitors, of course.

There was still plans for a few additions to the platforms on the lakes, but the capybaras would only build the supports. Winter was the only time when it was possible, and after it was done, the capybaras would gladly head off to spend the rest of winter socializing, praying and drinking.

...Datan the dwarf, of course, was wondering if the baths would get more use and more babies be born.



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(https://i.imgur.com/wXDT5ze.png)

However, once winter arrived there was still much to do: goods needed to be stored and livestock needed culling.

Winter festivities would be late this year.

And it did not help that another giant leech crept out from the wilds -- possibly from the lake or murky pools.

Suwu had just been at the Fruit of Letters listening to Såkzul recount the tale of how Kumil, the faun and current militia warden, heroically escorted Kasat and the others to Waterlures all the way from Inkedwhims. It wasn't really the true story, but a fabrication of the bookkeeper's imagination: she hadn't even been in the group! Suwu had been, as well as Edu, and they certainly could say the story was a load of bollocks.

Suwu was actually happy that the leech came into play during the story. She had downed her mug, grabbed her bow and rushed out to face the slimy slug with other militia members. But it was not Suwu who put the beast down: it was 'Avo', who bashed the leech's head into pulp with his shield.



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Finally, around the halfway of Opal, the capybaras had time to relax.

They all crowded into the Fruit of Letters, the air heavy with the scent of wet capybara fur and sweat. The tame jaguar turned up its nose: it clearly didn't like the cacophony of smells in the room.

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While others mingled and chatted downstairs, some of the kids went upstairs to the dormitory to play. Yawo was there, meditating.

It is hard to control. My temper. I have tried, but it is of no use, Yawo pondered reflecting on herself. She seeked guidance from the great forces of Nature, from Icemì Apedives (as the peoples of Múya Loré called it). How could she control her foul temperament when it was so exhilarating arguing with the others? It was one of the things she enjoyed the most in Waterlures: to poke at the fuzzy plump rodents until they got irritated, their hair twitching as they huffed and puffed in anger. Such a pleasing sight!

Yet, it obviously wasn't good to make others grouchy. If only they too would like arguing! What a predicament. What shall I do, Icemì? To argue or not to argue -- that is the question, Yawo thought, absent-mindedly scratching her rump (which had admittedly become quite fat and saggy).

(https://i.imgur.com/S8JJUiL.png)

'Zultan' was in high spirits during the winter's festivities. He felt good. Euphoric even. There were friends and acquaintances around, interesting performances and oh, how fine the tables and beds here were! It was something he hadn't paid much attention to earlier, but after feeling a bit apathetic after a talk with one of the citizens of 'higher' rank, his focus had meandered to the furniture. Some of them looked like the paw-work of poor 'Qandale'... (May her soul rest in peace.)

Ah, and yes, there was much time to talk with adorable little ones. It made 'Zultan' feel pride and love. And it was at this moment of happiness when he realized that he had actually grown quite fond of this exceptional steel shield he carried with him. Yes, the plump helmet man had certainly made it feel good in the paw.



=====

That's the end of year 352.

Again, nothing much really happened. Lots of building. Beginning to run out of wood (I think there's over 10k logs used in the buildings, if I remember the stocks screen correct).

No babies were born, which is a pity, but also a relief. I'm beginning to be absolutely terrified what will happen once we reach 50 population. Still being reluctant to make a wall/palisafe before anything nasty happens. There's quite a lot of werebeasts in this world (at least judging by Legends)... But the capies are unaware of that, and they probably wouldn't believe warnings until they witness something awful themselves.

But, about the wood situation.

Not really wanting to chop any of the old trees, and caravans bring only so much, so I've been thinking of "sending" one or two capies to fell trees in the nearby forests (that is, adventure mode time). I've done it in some old forts of mine and it worked alright. The caveat: it'll be a pain in the butt to reassign beds, rebuild chests/cabinets and probably stockpiles need redoing.

So, if I go the adventure mode log route (actually tested retire/unretire and the books don't scatter anymore and there were no new unexpected visitors as "hostiles", yay!), I might just as well additionally do another still undetermined adventure thing.

The question is:

What should the other thing be? More capies? Or something else? Maybe insert some kind of twist of events to shake the peace just a bit?

Ideas welcome.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 13, 2022, 06:23:35 pm
nice update. I mean, considering how painful it is to reassign bedrooms, it wouldn't be misplaced here to simply generate logs with DFhack or whatnot. it's somewhat unrealistic that a heavily forested lakeside would simply run out of trees so I wouldn't see it as cheating.

however, maybe the capys are themselves getting a bit anxious? maybe the diplomat let on a little too much about the beasts roaming the worldscape, and they want to defend themselves. Maybe they seek out a band of fighters to settle here, and defend them. Capable species like elves or dwarves or humans. .
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 13, 2022, 06:27:44 pm
A group of Elephantman monks, who only use their fist to fight.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 14, 2022, 05:32:16 am
What about dingo men?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 14, 2022, 08:04:47 am
considering how painful it is to reassign bedrooms, it wouldn't be misplaced here to simply generate logs with DFhack or whatnot.

This is why I give beds the name of their owner. Helps a bit with the reassigning (or at least you don't have to remember who lived where). Was also thinking of the DFHack route, but will resort to it only if things get too messy/buggy with retire/unretire stuff.

I have some ideas how to "warn" the capies, but we'll see what comes up.

I'm also liking the idea about elephant man monks and their fists. Might use that one. Would also make a really fun animal person fort (like a monastery full of flappy eared toga-wearing fist-waving giants living on a secluded mountaintop, maybe?).

Dingo men? Not so sure. Might be a nice thing to try since I hold a grudge against DF dingoes (can't remember why, but it probably has something to do with my earliest forts, I think).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 14, 2022, 06:45:40 pm
Part III:
When Wood Runs Low

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“Whilst the rain is wholesome for vegetables of the garden and the crops of the field, as it is to most fishes, it is, alas, on the contrary, unwholesome for the Dwarf: for rain begets irascibility in the bewhiskered children of Limulid (The Golden Rock), and all the more rapidly if the rainfall be exuberant.”

Datan nodded approvingly with what he read from the scroll titled 'Rainfall and Rivers Within Reason'. It was more than once that he himself had been quite annoyed when having to trudge through the rain or -- by Ôsed's long ears! -- being caught in a snow storm. Both were a common occurence here in Waterlures. Quite the nuisance. Such weather certainly wasn't made for the dwarf, but fortunately Datan usually didn't mind being outdoors.

The scroll was an interesting read: it concerned the world-wide cycles involving, precipitation, oceans, rivers and other forms of water, such as lakes. Maybe the writing wasn't the best, but it was passable. The content certainly made for the lack of elegant prose.

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)



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“One more bag and that should be enough,” Rin muttered aloud as he set the cave wheat next to the millstone and went to fetch an empty bag. He was still satisfied (and quite surprised of it) when milling. It really wasn't the life he had planned for and it certainly didn't bring the riches he thought Waterlures might have. But no, Waterlures had riches. Plenty of riches. They just were not of the shiny kind, but of a much higher quality: Waterlures offered peace and harmony (and sometimes, especially when Yawo was around, a bit of discord) amidst a beautiful natural setting.

It pleased the goblin.

Though, if there was something to complain about, it was that he hadn't had much time to enjoy the natural surrounding with all the construction work and what-not going on. 'Well, there certainly won't be much building anymore. Såkzul mentioned something that the wood stores are running low,' Rin thought as he milled the wheat. 'And if we can't chop more trees, well, there'll be no lumber. And no lumber means no building.'



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Sandstone was in its last half and autumn halfway through. The caravan from the Mountainhomes had left a couple of days ago. A meeting was currently on its way at the Hut of Romancing, open for all interested parties.

Suwu had decided not to attend, even though Kumil had asked her to join. The meeting was to “Discuss matters most dire and of great urgency,” in the faun's words. Instead she had joined the leopard gecko woman Odda at the archery range.

“I don't handle pressure well,” Suwu said to Odda as she nocked an arrow. Odda glanced at her after releasing an arrow, not even looking if she hit the target.

“Pfft, you do well. You've taken down more than a few of those darn giant birds. You also kept cool when leech came,” Odda said to Suwu, putting her bow down for a moment. “Besides, you did right to not go to the meeting. What are they talking there anyway? About the birds? The leeches? The giant mosquitos? What's so 'dire' and 'urgent'?”

Suwu took aim and let an arrow loose, “I don't know. Kumil seemed somewhat concerned. Lack of defenses and such. But there's no threat. There hasn't been any alarming news coming with the merchants. I'm with you on this one. Better spend the time training and be actually prepared if something comes along. Hone the skills and such.”

“Nah, no point in training for training's sake. If you like it, do it. Like today: it's just wonderful to be out, taking the autumn air in!” Odda smirked, turning to look at the target, “Ooh! You hit it right in the center!”

“No point in training, eh?” Suwu replied and grinned.



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From the Journal of Kasat 'Baroness' Waxedtiles
17th of Sandstone, 353

“We just had a meeting at the Hut of Romancing.

Attending were me, Kumil the Militia Warden (who called the meeting), Zuglar the Manager, Såkzul the Bookkeeper, Fayoba the Elf Sheriff, Ïteb the Gorlak Prophet, Yawo the 'Witch-Doctor', Datan the Dwarf, Rin the Goblin Miller and Ova the other mandrill (a bit of a surprise: he hadn't shown interest in matters of importance before this).

We discussed some pressing matters, which needed to be taken care of rather sooner than later.

Firstly, Såkzul and Zuglar said that if we can't chop down more large trees, we'll run out of wood before the year is over. In fact, they said, the wood won't be nearly enough to complete even one of the buildings we have planned onto the bridge platforms. And Yawo still insists that felling trees, even young ones, will anger the spirits. I have to agree with her on this one. Not that I necessarily believe in the 'spirits' (and I think young trees can be cut), but since we stopped felling older growth, there hasn't been any incidents.

Secondly, Ïteb has been dreaming and talking of a 'Grand Temple dedicated to Mighty Ôsed, made out of the trees she birthed to cover these blessed lands' (her words). I agree on this one, too. Our lakeside shrine, while offering a wonderful view, is hardly the kind you would expect from the Divine Rabbit's followers.

Thirdly, and the most alarming matter, Kumil was concerned about our lack of defenses and said that he, Cañar and 'Avo' were hardly enough to protect a community of over forty. Even Suwu and her archers wouldn't be enough if something horrible were to come our way. He spoke of erecting a wooden palisade around the village grounds (or at least easily wallable parts). That, too, would require a mighty amount of lumber.

While many objected to this (me included), saying that peace is always preferable to war, Datan spoke up: he told a tale most horrid (which I will not recount here in detail). He spoke of how the hillocks of Axesplatter had been plagued by foul beasts of the Night -- monsters once people, who had been cursed by the gods for their misdeeds. These beasts, these 'werebeasts', which many of us has heard of in old legends and stories, are real. I do believe him. The manner how he detailed a four year old girl barely escaping one such rampage, only to turn herself into one of such monsters because she had been bitten! Horrible, horrible. I dare not think what I would do or feel if such things happened to my children.

Yes, we must think of the children! It is why we are here for. Defenses must be increased, no matter the protests. It will be for the children.

For that, we need wood. So, someone has to head off into the nearby wilds to fell some trees and bring them back. Fortunately we have just last year acquired several yaks that can serve as beasts of burden. But who? I have thought that maybe Rin (he has shown interest in going wandering)? Or perhaps Ova the mandrill man? Neither of them are woodcutters, though. I'm a bit reluctant to send Ubbul or Tekkud the Astronomer, who while truly skilled are of more use here.

We also need someone to fetch more people skilled in martial matters. Now I don't know who they would be seeking aid from, but Kumil said he and Cañar know where to turn and will give more details once the messenger is chosen.

But who? Who will the messenger be? I really don't have any candidates in mind.

Decisions, decisions. I must sleep on this and return to it with a clear head.”

(https://i.imgur.com/AuxMN8F.png)
(List of citizens from whom Kasat has to choose.)



=====

Got only to late autumn. No adventuring yet.

But there will be. Once we decide who goes to fetch wood and who goes to fetch help.

You get to help me Kasat choose (make your pick from the citizen list):

Wood-felling candidates: Rin the Goblin, Ova the Mandrill Man, Ubbul the Woodcutter and Tekkud the Astronomer. Or someone else.

Help-fetching candidates: pretty much anyone who isn't a kid or noble (leader, manager, bookkeeper, hammerer, sheriff, doctor, commander/warden).

(Once the current year ends, adventuring begins.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 14, 2022, 08:35:36 pm
Ova or Rin should go, maybe they want a break from the odd lifestyle of the capys. Perhaps a dice roll for the second, who is less willing to volunteer?

I am playing pathfinder irl and have a magical backpack that removes all weight from the objects placed within it. that kind of thing would be rather handy in your situation

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 15, 2022, 05:19:30 am
I feel we should send teams for both tasks for safety, and I'm not really sure who you should send.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 15, 2022, 07:20:43 am
Yeah, teams is a good idea.

Also, might go the dice rolling way for the second group.

There's always a good chance the capies/what-ever sent on the missions won't be returning. The world of Minbazkar can be quite the dangerous place (and we are in a savage area).

a magical backpack that removes all weight from the objects placed within it. that kind of thing would be rather handy in your situation

I guess the DF equivalent of this would be that pedestal we have in the library that holds now over 3000 books (though, maybe it's more of a Bag of Holding).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 15, 2022, 08:03:10 pm
Part IV:
A Quest Begins

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The autumn of 353 saw a birth in Waterlures: Ilral and 'Zultan' were blessed with a boy.

They now had four children: three boys and one girl.

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Only a week later 'Baroness' Kasat gave birth to yet another boy: her and Cusal's fourth son.

(https://i.imgur.com/4n2hSGe.gif)

During early winter an odd sight was seen above the roofs of Waterlures: a crow man.

The capybaras were curious about the flying visitor, but unfortunately the corvid showed no interest in landing and making acquaintance with them.

(https://i.imgur.com/Vb3j26C.gif)

As per usual, most of winter was spent in at the Fruit of Letters.

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And despite Datan's fixation of thinking how the capybaras bathed and bred at the baths, the truth was that even after all these years the baths were still empty.

...Except for the trio of giant tortoises the capybaras had traded from the elves.



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9th of Felsite, 354

It was late spring when a group of three from Waterlures set forth on a quest.

Ova the mandrill man, Rin the goblin and Datan the dwarf were the ones who the community had chosen. Their mission had two purposes: to fell trees in the nearby forests, and to head forth south towards the Mountainhomes. There they would seek aid at the monastery of Silveranguished, which was built by the Armored Faith and were dedicated to Messthos, the deity of fortresses.

Kumil had said to the group before they left that these were people one could trust to offer protection. And protection was needed. For Waterlures was growing and growth was bound to attract the attention of sinister minds or worse.

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Looking at the sky, Ova smiled. It looked like the weather was on their side this day. None of the typical rain and moist so common around the Lakes of Saturnity. He took a deep breath of the slight breeze blowing from the lake.

“It truly is a wonderful day to wander the wilds,” he said to his companions who were still adjusting their equipment. As a precaution, 'Avo' had forged Rin and Datan proper armor from steel and bronze. The wilds in these lands were truly dangerous as all who had traveled here could attest. Ova, however, had opted for a lighter option: leather armor which he personally had crafted.

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They headed up the slope to the east from where there was a good view over Waterlures from under the shade of a willow.

(https://i.imgur.com/69gVYSA.jpg)

Waterlures surely was expanding. Maybe Kumil was right with his concerns. Such an idyllic and peaceful place was ripe for the picking.



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Ova felled massive highwood trees, oaks and all manner of trees for most of the day, Rin and Datan helpfully watching and giving 'instructions' from the side.

But when the sun was low in the western sky, an uneasiness crept along the spine of Ova, raising his mandrill hair in uncomfortable waves. Something was amiss.

(https://imgur.com/a/ieBdTBX)

Ova crept stealthily (or tried to) to take a better look at the surroundings.

All he saw was a yak bull grazing on the dense knotgrass. The bovine spooked as Ova approached and fled quickly to the west.

A false alarm. Nothing more.

Ova sighed in relief and got back to work.

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Night had fallen and the stars were out when the trio had finished most of the days work. Only a few logs remained to be hauled down the slope for the others to pick up.

After it, they'd head off to the Fruit of Letters or Hut of Romancing for a pint, stay at home for the night and continue the trek once the sun rose.

Ova was lifting the last highwood log when Datan spoke to Rin, “You know Rin, it's great to have a friend like you. You're not like the typical goblin. No, that's not right... You're not like what we, the dwarves of Ustuth Ïdath, think you are.”

“And what's that supposed to mean? But thanks?” Rin replied, raising his brow.

“Well, how we see the goblin is... It's quite a long time ago, but one of my nephews, the seventh eldest son of one Inod and Geshud, was... Was abducted from Lettertick by a goblin. In the dark of the night she came, aye, eyes glowing red in the darkness, bag in hand. She snatched poor Solon -- only a year old at that time! She then fled into the night with the wee little one. Never to be seen again by his kin!”

“It was inevitable,” Rin said laconically. It was a story, or more precisely, a similar story, which he often had to hear from the bearded folk. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't his fault that some of his kind lived in a horrid culture.

“I believe the goblin was known as Song Ghoultop. Maybe you know or have heard of her?” Datan said, not noticing the goblin growing impatient.

“Yeah. I so know every goblin there is. Song is a pretty common name, you know. So are those abductions. Anything else?” Rin rolled his eyes, turned around and began walking down the slope before Datan could answer.

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The Fruit of Letters was rather empty when the companions arrived. Only one of the little capybara girls, Ïteb, was milling around the room.

Ova filled his wineskin with some dwarven wine and grabbed some grizzly bear heart stew. He was feeling rather drowsy after a hard days work. It felt... Satisfying.

Come the next day, they would head south. But now was time for a song. And after that, rest.

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Ova began to sing 'Charm Ever Onward' with Rin.

The mandrill man wasn't much of a singer. And Rin made a mockery of the quabu with a shameworthy performance.

In fact, Datan tried his best not to listen and turned his attention to the obese guineahen rooting around the floor, “Hello there little friend! Did you know that Life is, in a word, nature?”



=====

So, I decided to combine the two "quests": wood and getting "help".

Took quite a bit of time to chop trees and lug the logs down the slope. A Bag of Holding would be envious of the amount of wood a mandrill man can fit in his backpack (okay, let's not talk about the walking speed).

When our bold adventurers return, I'll use DFHack to make more of the same kind of logs that I chopped.

There were some odd...shenanigans during the tree felling. First the ambush. Not sure if it was the yak or perhaps some giant bird or something that I just didn't see. There certainly was something since when I finished the wood cutting, I noticed that the thoughts of all had "felt <something> after seeing the human <can't remember name> died."

So, a random monster/beast slayer who was milling about the map when I retired apparently got killed somewhere around the spot the trio was doing their job. Couldn't find the body though (but then again I didn't look so carefully, since I decided to omit it from the story). At least he won't be an unwanted hostile upon unretiring, heh.

I'll try to finish the adventure tomorrow, but really depends on what happens on the way. I chose Ova and Rin since they're not so "essential" and a bit of outsiders (Fayoba the elf would've been an option, but he is the sheriff). Datan I took (with unretire-anyone) because, well, he's a dorf and one of his gods is Messthos.

If there's any specific kind of character you'd like to possibly be at the monastery where they are headed, post ideas. So far I'm liking the elephant man idea, but probably will make it a mixed group (a dingo man is certainly possible). That is, if our heroes even end up recruiting "monks".

Also, as a reminder, "dorfings" are still accepted.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 16, 2022, 04:51:00 am
What about making a mixed group of monks, seeing different kinds of creatures wondering around would be find of neat.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 16, 2022, 06:12:24 pm
Part V:
A Longer Than Expected Journey

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10th of Felsite, 354

The sun was already high in the eastern sky, clear of clouds, when Ova, Rin and Datan began their journey to the south. The night at the Fruit of Letters had been longer than intended (dwarven wine certainly played a part in that), and after a hard day of felling trees, they had been very exhausted. The night was almost halfway through when they finally went to sleep.

It was quite cold when they clambered up the grassy, wooded eastern slopes, taking a final look at Waterlures. It would be some time before they were back.



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They soon reached the Dune of Influencing: a desert of silt and stone.

There they saw a flock of snow geese scrounging desperately for anything to eat around boulders of chert. When the geese noticed the companions, they quickly scattered and flew away.

Fortunately they didn't have to spend much time in the cold desert and soon the surroundings changed to the thick arrow bamboo, highwood and ginkgo forest of the Forest of Constructing. The forest floor was full of edible vegetation, yet the grapes and beans were not ripe at this time of the year.

Ova picked a handful of red spinach, cramming it in his backpack. It would serve as a sidedish for the stew he still had left.

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However, their passage to the south was blocked by a rather wide and fast flowing river. There was no easy way over: they would have to head upstream to find a place to cross.

There was something on the river bank which caught Ova's eye.

A copper arrow.

Somebody had been hunting here.

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Ova picked it up. It was still in good shape.

He put it in his quiver with the rest of his arrows.

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As they walked along the river bank, they noticed some carp in the water.



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The companions had just left the bamboo forest into the Strong Prairie when they noticed two very aggressive looking wolf women ahead of them. As the wolf women began to charge towards them, mouths slavering, Ova yelled, “There is no need to fight! Let us end this madness!”

The wolf women didn't listen.

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Ova didn't wait and acted quickly. He fired an arrow at one of the wolf women lunging towards Datan, who had drawn his steel pick and was ready to face the onslaught.

The arrow struck true, straight in the chest where the heart lies! However, there is only so much a grown wood arrow can do: it was merely a bruise. But it was enough, for Datan struck the wolf woman from the side with his pick in a mighty blow that severed the feral animal persons head!

The second wolf woman fared no better: in mere moments she was down on the ground, helpless, being whacked and hacked by Datan's pick. Blood and viscera (along with severed limbs) soon coated the meadow-grass around the wolf woman's lifeless body.

It was a gruesome sight to behold.

“How fleeting life is...” Ova said as he lowered his bow. I must not succumb to fear, he thought, trying to stave off the fear taking hold of him. Yet, despite being afraid, the mandrill man wasn't moved one way or the other by the deaths he witnessed.



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They managed to find a spot to cross the river. They had anticipated that they would need to travel further to get across.

Now it was only a matter of heading south.

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But their journey was cut short: more wolf men. It seemed that the Strong Prairies were teeming with them.

However these wolf men fared no better than the previous ones.

This time Ova didn't waste time in trying to calm things down, but drew his steel battle axe and sprinted to meet the wolf men. The first was struck down with only a couple of blows.

“Help! Save me!”, screamed a wolf woman who was facing Datan, steel pick already bearing down on her. The pick struck the wolf woman in the chest, digging deep and embedding in the wound. The wolf woman gasped for air as Datan pulled the pick out, a splurt of blood gushing from the gaping wound.

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Severed limbs flew around and wolf man guts were spilled.

Two of the wolf people were decapitated in succession by Ova's axe as Datan dodged the desperate attacks of a third one.

(https://i.imgur.com/6PsqKYq.png)

Rin's axe got to taste blood, too, when he brought the blade down in a swoop, cutting the wolf man on the ground in half.

The last wolf woman fled in panic, leaving a trail of blood behind.

The companions did not follow. The wolf woman was certain to succumb to her wounds.



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Ova looked at the map he had been given by Kasat.

It was not that long a way to the monastery. Maybe a couple of days or so. If luck was on their side, they might reach Lonecanyons -- a small hut constructed some years back -- before nightfall and rest there.

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They passed through the Cremated Jungle -- yet another forest of bamboo and highwood.

The weather had changed: the sky was dark gray with thick clouds and a thin mist shrouded the forest. It was cold and the dampness made it even worse still.

(https://i.imgur.com/p9EWKdu.gif)

Once they were out of the forest, they came to a river. They sat down at the river bank to eat, drink and fill their waterskins from the stream.



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It was late night when they reached the grounds of Lonecanyons.

However, the place was not unoccupied: a short-headed dwarf lady rushed to meet them, her long braided hair waving in the chill night breeze.

She introduced herself as Kol Tombsnights and said that she and her husband Thob resided in this place. The travelers were welcome to stay here for the night, if they so wanted. And the companions accepted the offer.



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11th of Felsite, 354

It was a rainy day as their journey took them through the Ochre Hill. The companions expected to reach Silveranguished before the end of the day.

Unless, of course, they faced setbacks on the way.

(https://i.imgur.com/Ek2nlFQ.gif)

Once they reached the Hills of Sloth, the Russet Points towering to the west of them, they new they were nearing their destination.

It was not a long walk to the monastery from here, if they had read the map correctly.

(https://i.imgur.com/xZadVJG.png)

Indeed.

Just on the border of the Hill of Sweetness and the Regal Desert, on the other side of a river, they saw several buildings in the distance.

This had to be Silveranguished.

(https://i.imgur.com/dXoRdpQ.gif)

They crossed the stretch of silty desert riddled with rock salt to the first building they saw: a temple of some kind.

It was probably the Helmed Shrine. A temple dedicated to Messthos.

(https://i.imgur.com/ggBefjx.png)

As they entered the temple, a strikingly familiar statue greeted them.

It depicted a capybara man -- garbed in common Waterlures attire -- making a plaintive gesture. What they could surmise from it was that the capybara man in question was being cursed by Messthos with vampirism (judging by the elongated teeth).

Could it be true? Was this the Zas they had heard tales of? A vampire?

But there had been no mention of bloodsucking monsters from the others...

Regardless, they continued inside in hopes of finding the abbot.

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The temple was devoid of life. Only some books lay in the inner sanctum, which the companions left be. They did not want to cause trouble or anger Messthos by defiling the shrine's sanctity.

However, another building -- possibly the dormitory -- housed a group of dwarves.

Finally.

(https://i.imgur.com/D9uRKhO.png)

But when Ova began questioning the dwarves where he could find the abbot, the answer was disheartening.

These dwarves were no monks. They were simple peasants sheltering here. The monastery was abandoned for the time being -- possibly a result of the war.

However, the dwarves suggested that the companions head to Inkedwhims. It was certain that somebody there was a member of the Armored Faith.

Ova sighed, turned to Rin and Datan, and said, “I guess we'll be off to Inkedwhims then. At least it isn't that far. We should reach it before the sun sets.”

(https://i.imgur.com/DVeCZa6.png)

Ova's estimation was wrong, though.

It was already dark when they finally reached Inkedwhims, their legs sore of the traveling and bodies eager to get some sleep.

(https://i.imgur.com/c5qWehZ.png)

Their first order of business was to head to the Honeys of Paint -- the local tavern and inn. A good night's rest was in order before they would continue their search for the abbot and monks of the Armored Faith.



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Ova's Journal
Felsite 15th, 354

“We've been several days now at Inkedwhims. This place is a maze. Twisting tight corridors turning left and right. Not much space to give way when someone wants to pass you. Luckily the main passages are wide. More room to breathe. Though the air underground is heavy and smells musty.

We didn't find the abbot. We looked and looked. Rin and Datan seemed a bit frustrated and discouraged. I said we should keep looking. Good thing too: we found monks of Messthos who were ready to come and help us at Waterlures, abbot or not.

Funny thing is, they weren't of the Armored Faith, they were of the Armored Cult. Dedicated to Messthos and all. Either Kumil gave us the wrong name or there is two sects with almost the same name. The latter is probably true. The locals did recognize the name of the Armored Faith, after all.

Five monks: Vabôk, a dwarf, and clearly a leader type. He swore they'd do their best to safekeep us. Asmel, a hoary marmot woman. She seems like a competent one despite her small size (though, she doesn't seem so keen on jokes and such). Unib, another dwarf. Bald head and all (he has a beard, so not all shaven!). Then there were two elephant persons: Eman, very muscular, and Song. I'm not so sure about them: they seemed a bit...off.

However, Vabôk assured they were trustworthy. I will have to trust his judgment on this.

Anyway, we'll be heading back now. Hope the trip home goes smoothly.”



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And so the group, now eight in size, headed towards Waterlures.

They passed through the hillocks of Swordwordy, Tombsrained and Relicstaves before entering the Hill of Sweetness -- the first leg of the journey.

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As the sun began to set they arrived at Lonecanyons, where they once again spent the night.



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16th of Felsite, 354

The next day was rather uneventful.

Once again they had to make a detour to get across the wide river. When they had made their way over, they followed the river downstream and stopped for a meal under the shade of a sand pear tree.

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The day continued without issue. Ôsed was truly watching over them this time. And Messthos, Messthos too guarded them -- one must not forget.

And as the day was nearing its end, so too, was their journey ending: in the distance, at the northern tip of the Lakes of Saturnity one could see the tower of Waterlures' library stretching to the skies.

(https://i.imgur.com/lwp2DAR.gif)

“Welcome to Waterlures!”, Ova exclaimed in delight, taking a deep breath of the breeze blowing from the lake as he walked down the slope the others following.

“Here we see the--”, Ova was pointing to the recently finished stables when he was interrupted by Eman's yelling.

“A beast! A fight! I cannot stand by!”, the elephant man bellowed rushing to the south, the other monks following and roaring battle-cries.

Confused, Ova turned to look what was the issue, the cause of sudden anger and panic. Were they too late?

No. It was just a flock of giant peach-faced lovebirds that had landed next to the lake, minding their own business. Until now.

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The monks with the aid of Rin managed to put down two of the giant birds before the rest managed to make a hasty retreat into the skies.

“I guess Kib'll be cookin' some lovebirds this evening,” Datan laughed.

Ah, home. Peaceful home.

But would the peace last?



=====
Took a bit longer than expected, but managed to pull the trip through today.

I had to change the Armored Faith to the Armored Cult since I couldn't find any place where you could create a character with it as their sect. (Wasn't really surprised that the monastery didn't have monks. Can't remember if I've ever seen anything but 'outcasts' in them.)

Tested unretiring. There were a bit of more issues this time, but nothing that couldn't be handled. For instance, half the adventure mode created characters were "traveling" (easy to fix by taking control of them and retiring them back at Waterlures).

There's still one hostile on the map. Different one this time, tho.

Oh, and I found out what was the mystery ambush and cause of death of the random human. Apparently the game had decided to teleport a forgotten beast from the caverns when I entered Adventure mode. Hate it when that happens (especially when the caverns haven't been breached!). Fix: teleport beastie back into the caves, since it was still on the map when unretiring the fort.

Other than that? Didn't spot anything out of the ordinary.

The next couple days I'll probably do other stuff, and after it I'll do the unretirement cleanup and see what happens.

Oh. And by bringing these monks to the fort our population went to 51. I guess I remembered our population wrong before bringing them. So, I just might have hastened the coming of danger, oops.

...Also, I made most plants gatherable in Adventure mode (used some Adventurecraft stuff and some from my own 'personal' moddings).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 16, 2022, 06:53:31 pm
nice. quite the . . bloody encounter there with the wolf people. And plenty of wet feet with all those streams.

unfortunate how the forgotten beasts are wont to teleport like that. but DFhack provides the GM's touch to uhm erase such mistakes from the rough draft.

This will be interesting. With a population so vulnerable, living within surface outposts, I wonder how a siege might work. maybe tunnels will be dug, who knows?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 16, 2022, 07:49:33 pm
nice. quite the . . bloody encounter there with the wolf people.

Yeah, the wolf men were absolutely slaughtered. They had no chance.

I guess that happens when someone with a pick just so happens to be a Legendary Miner.

This will be interesting. With a population so vulnerable, living within surface outposts, I wonder how a siege might work. maybe tunnels will be dug, who knows?

Sieges work quite differently with surface forts than regular proper dwarf forts. I usually make a wall without an outcropping, so that it'll be possible to climb over. Gets quite interesting when you suddenly notice that there's several goblin archers on a wall you weren't checking firing arrows at panicking civilians.

But won't be getting army sieges yet. I think I've kept that trigger at 80 pop. Werebeasts and semi/megabeasts? Entirely different story.

I'm mostly horrified by the werebeasts, tho. But at the same time thrilled. I've actually never, ever lost a fort to them, nor had an uncontrollable outbreak (I'm still sometimes surprised when someone is shocked that a werebeast bite spreads the curse)... Though, my defenses have never been this lacking (barring my first forts, which fell to all sorts of other reasons my stupidity).

Still, I certainly don't want any harm to come to the capies. Don't know what I'll do if any of my favorites (=almost everyone) dies...  :'( :'(
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: callisto8413 on October 16, 2022, 08:42:45 pm
I noticed the interesting bathhouse.  Have you tried just a normal bathhouse.  You know - a building over a stream or river with a well, grates as floors, and a stockpile of soap in it?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 17, 2022, 07:37:07 am
I noticed the interesting bathhouse.  Have you tried just a normal bathhouse.  You know - a building over a stream or river with a well, grates as floors, and a stockpile of soap in it?

Haven't tried, no.

The bathhouse currently is sort of still unfinished (haven't completed the drainage) and I haven't paid much attention to it. We've got two or three wells, so I think the citizens wash themselves there (I know they wash, since there's been some "had a soapy bath recently" thoughts).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 17, 2022, 06:26:17 pm
Part VI:
Growth

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From the Journal of 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles
9th of Hematite, 354

“It is now several weeks since Ova, Rin and Datan returned.

Their mission was highly succesful: we now have five pairs of very capable hands to help us defend and to build. I was, admittedly, a bit surprised that they all were monks. In hindsight, I should have guessed that. Help was, after all, asked from a sect dedicated to Messthos. But what was even more curious is that they bore no weapons nor armor when they arrived: they were equipped with their bare fists.

Kumil assured me that even with fist and tooth, one can defeat many a fearsome opponent. I certainly hope that proves to be right if we are unfortunate enough to face any threats.

(https://i.imgur.com/BvzBkPQ.gif)

What has me worried is that there might be a foul beast, a monster of some kind, lurking in the nearby forests (Yawo has her own theories, as one might guess).

The morning Ova and the others left, we made a horrid discovery: the body of a human was ripped open right next to our sheep pen! It was the corpse of Nacu, a monster slayer we had seen wandering the outskirts of Waterlures.

May Ôsed, and Messthos, protect us from what terrors the Night might hide.”



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The dwarf merchants from the Mountainhomes had just arrived and the capybaras were busy hauling merchandise to the trading pavillion, when Ilral gave birth.

A baby girl, which Ilral and 'Zultan' named Dîshmab Mirrortraded. Their family continued to grow: the couple had now five children, all born within the last five or so years.

Quite the industrious couple.

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Several days later, as a group of giant cardinals was causing uneasiness among the merchant guards, Såkzul gave birth to a boy: the sixth child of the bookkeeper and manager.

(https://i.imgur.com/UYCBXhN.png)
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Meanwhile 'Zultan' and Edu were facing a giant cardinal south of the trade depot. One of the guards had struck it with a bolt and the bird had come crashing down, twitching and jerking in pain on the ground.

'Zultan' bore his mace down, knocking the feathered beast out and Edu finished it off by stabbing it in the had with his spear.



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Young Datan, the four year old son of 'Zultan' and Ilral, was playing in Datan the dwarf's old room (Datan the dwarf had just moved to more spacious quarters in the old Hut of Romancing -- the house of many a failed date). He had just moments before taken a hearty swig of Datan's (the dwarf, not young Datan, mind you) mead when he was struck by an odd feeling.

It was as if he was no longer in control of his corpulent body.

Guided by this feeling he headed off.

(https://i.imgur.com/XkKBk1Y.gif)

He waltzed with a sense of purpose into the crafting area of the mines and forge, laying claim to a crafter's workshop.

Next he went to gather some materials, returning with the shells of giant tortoises as his mother passed him, wondering what his son was up to.

(https://i.imgur.com/zvztmpe.png)

But before young Datan finished his masterpiece, Kib gave birth to a girl.

The amount of little capybara children in Waterlures continued to grow!

(https://i.imgur.com/Dih7nnZ.png)

Finally Datan's work was complete. He eyed the artifact, his beady little eyes gleaming with pride: Nulomnist Othörothsal, 'Blamefear the Erased Sewer', a jagged giant tortoise shell left gauntlet!

It was simple, yet striking in its plainness, and the jagged design was something the capybaras (and possibly all the dwarves of Ustuth Ïdath) hadn't ever seen.

Truly the child had been possessed by forces unknown!

(...Unless, of course, you ask Yawo, but we all know what that answer would be.)



=====

Decided to continue today and postpone other stuff for a later date.

Whew, it was quite the hassle to do the unretire cleanup. (Luckily no scattered books this time.)

Though, weirdly it was somehow relaxing to go through all the food stockpiles and bedrooms. I went also through the professions of the capies and made them a bit more specialized in stuff (usually depending on what kind of workshop was downstairs of their home).

Got lucky with that mood: I think we had exactly two shells and that's what little Datan took! I had just butchered a couple of those tortoises since they for some reason were badly wounded upon unretiring (maybe related to the FB?).

Other than that, got started with building a palisade/wall on the south and west parts. That's the easiest part of somewhat securing the place (part of the east bank is quite easy, too). The slopes will be a hassle, but I'm thinking that I won't necessarily wall the place entirely. It could be nice to just build tightly and make the tight alleys between houses sealable.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 18, 2022, 05:55:48 am
Seems like this place is gonna be flooded with babies at this rate, at least my guy is contributing to the flood.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 18, 2022, 08:12:07 am
Seems like this place is gonna be flooded with babies at this rate, at least my guy is contributing to the flood.

Haha, yeah, half the population are soon babies if this keeps going on. But then again, that was our intention, wasn't it?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 18, 2022, 10:08:55 am
how fecund, and furry, these capys are
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 18, 2022, 06:34:51 pm
Part VII:
The Wall

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Litast and Cerol were in their parents bedroom. The young ones were by themselves, as per usual when Zuglar and Såkzul were at work, doing their own child things.

Litast was leaning against a cabinet, simulating the emen -- a huge stationary instrument with eighty-three bells, usually made out of bone -- while Cerol was listening to his younger brother's musicianship. The three year old Litast was improving. It sounded quite a bit like the emen, or, at least it sounded like what Cerol imagined the emen to sound: he had actually never heard the real instrument being played.

A platter of perch dumplings made into a mixture of spelt and dwarven wheat dough was on the floor -- one of Edu's masterful cookings. Seems like father had left his food uneaten again and soon it would spoil.

The kids didn't pay attention to it, though. They were busy pretending to be bards. One day, soon, they might actually get to see some real minstrels! There had been talk about opening Waterlures for visitors in the next year!

But that was still very far off in the distant future for such young capybaras.



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It was a rainy, cold evening in late autumn when it happened.

Odda and Kudpa were working on the southern wall, which was coming up rather quickly. Ready to finish her work and head off to pray to the Turquoise, Odda turned to look southwest when she heard the rustling of grass. She didn't see clearly what was making the sound, but it was big. And moving fast.

A set of chartreuse eyes glowed ominously in the dark as the horror charged towards the leopard gecko woman and capybara woman.

(https://i.imgur.com/bh5zxDu.gif)

'Avo' and Cañar along with three of the monks were just up the slope.

They too heard the noise, and Vabôk, the dwarf leader of the monks, saw the source in the dark: a large abomination with close-set jagged scales, its reptile tail lashing back and forth as it rushed in slavering. It looked like a mockery of a gecko that was twisted into humanoid form.

The Night was here and the citizens of Waterlures were about to learn why they should fear it!

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“Everyone! Run into your homes! Bar the doors! Hide in the attic! NOW!”, Vabôk began shouting orders as Cañar and 'Avo' unslinged their warhammers they always had strapped to their bodies.

They rushed down the slope, ready to confront the beast without any hesitation or thought for their own safety.

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But Messthos favored them this time.

Sidestepping the gecko's lunge, 'Avo' managed to strike the werebeast in the leg with a mighty crack, causing it to fall over. It lashed and flailed at Cañar from the ground, but the elephant man hammerer easily avoided the blows, bashing the gecko many a time with his trusty hammer.

(https://i.imgur.com/3GHcUXp.png)

'Avo' kicked the weregecko in the head as it still struggled to get up, its body beginning to turn to pulp with all the sickening hammering.

It screamed. It yelled. It was feeling desperate.

“There is no hope!”, could be heard escaping the werebeasts mouth.

(https://i.imgur.com/EIo6l0v.png)

But it soon fell silent and still when Cañar gored it in the head with his menacing tusk, grabbed the creature and ripped it in half, innards and blood splashing onto the muddy grass.

(https://i.imgur.com/srnZHTI.gif)

The cursed beast was dead.

It didn't even make its way to the palisade before being put down. The Fenced Princes were truly heroes that day.



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Ravens soaring over Waterlures was a common sight during the winter, their cawing echoing across the lake.

It was already Opal and winter was soon halfway through. The capybaras hadn't yet stopped work on the southern portion of the palisade: they were still harrowed by the beast that had come two months prior. They had been very lucky that 'Avo', Cañar and others skilled in combat were so close-by. Had they not been -- well, things might have gone quite differently and not in a good way.

But now it was time to call it for the year. The winter was getting harsher and the cold bit through the many layers of clothes and fur, the tips of paws getting numb despite the sheep wool mittens.

(https://i.imgur.com/iy2zSSm.png)
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Unib Hammerwhipped, one of the monks (and a dwarf), was storing butchery products in the stores, thinking of how trade is important and necessary for a society to thrive and function. At that moment he felt an odd tinkling sensation -- the early sign of a fey mood.

He headed off to the crafting area, laid claim to a workshop all the while muttering, “I must have bones... I must have rock blocks...”

(https://i.imgur.com/r74z9b9.png)

Several days later Unib offered his masterpiece to the Amazing Bath-Swine: 'Coiledgrasps the Scarce Modesty', a door made out of giant kea bones. It was encircled with bands of oval cut quartzite cabochons and carved into the bones was an image of 'Brimrabbit the Fin of Mouths', a lay pewter goblet.

Despite its material, the door was sturdy and nigh unbreakable -- it was as if some fey magic had been weaved into it.



(https://i.imgur.com/j0PMhKk.gif)

No traditional winter festivities were arranged this year. But the capybaras still had their time off. Some of them headed to the Fruit of Letters, possibly because they were so used to spending their winter there.

Tekkud was in the corner simulating the percussive rhythm of the ngustut, imitating the mid-low pitch with his voice. The monks and Ïteb the gorlak were listening to the music, pleasantly surprised how well Tekkud managed to sound like the drum -- some were even lightly tapping their feet on the wooden floor.

(https://i.imgur.com/th6Esbi.gif)

Others had decided to head to the library, reading all manner of books in the studies of the House of Knowledge. Titles included such books as 'The Moon's Path in Practice', 'Discovering the Mountain Halls', 'To Anatomies and Glory!' and the classic 'Rainfall and Rivers Within Reason' authored by Tosid Tickrazor.

(https://i.imgur.com/QQjFLHZ.gif)

The children did as they pleased -- like they are wont to do -- playing in the dormitory or in their own rooms.

(https://i.imgur.com/mEKUP12.gif)

Some, like Zuglar the manager, decided to continue work, whether it was going through the stockpiles or harvesting plump helmets.

(https://i.imgur.com/hx5WjCx.gif)

And so another year came to pass in Waterlures.

The capybaras had survived their first trial in the form of a werebeast, but the world of Minbazkar was a dangerous place: there was surely more wickedness ready to come and shatter the peace of the village.



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However, with the arrival of spring, no wickedness came. Unless if you are a dwarf, and see elven merchants as such. But the capybaras were not dwarves, and they were eager to do trade with the forest-dwellers.

Maybe they brought more exotic animals from the warm north?

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From the Journal of 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles
2nd of Slate, 355

“If you have a task, do it properly.

It's been a busy year or so in Waterlures. We have been hard at work erecting a wall to shelter us and keep the horrors from the Night at bay. Vabôk's and the other monks' insight has proven invaluable to us: they laid plans with Kumil and Datan where to build to offer the best of protection.

(https://i.imgur.com/iwoESPQ.png)

Work is far from complete, but the southern portion is rising quickly. The estimates for completion run from a year to a couple, though, even in its current state, the wall offers some protection. That was witnessed when the beast came. Oh, I dare not imagine what would have happened had we not begun the work on the defenses, and that Cañar and 'Avo' happened to be among the first to spot the horridly twisted reptile!

(https://i.imgur.com/4gSSvuq.png)

We have a conciderable amount of surplus food. I hope the humans will arrive this year once again -- I'm a bit concerned why they didn't come last year. They will certainly be more than glad to get their hands on the fish from the lake and the meat from our livestock, like usual. But even if they do not come, the caravan from the Mountainhomes will surely arrive with raw materials I ordered from them.

(https://i.imgur.com/UC3EzY8.gif)

This will be an exciting year for Waterlures, I believe. For you see, our ever-growing hamlet can be now concidered a village and the coming of spring 355 meant that it is now thirty years since we founded this place. Thirty years! Can you imagine it? Despite some early tragedies and the most recent threats, life has been blissful here. Our greatest concerns have been us not becoming any younger or no children being born, but that too has changed. There are now eighteen little ones (there would be twenty, had not Likot and Logem grown up)! Eighteen!

I thank you, Ôsed, for your guidance and blessing. May you watch ever over us and our offspring.”



=====

Gods, the beginning was a bit intense.

I almost panicked when the werebeast arrived: it was very near the capies who were building the wall and I was certain they won't get to safety in time with all the logs they were hauling.

I got again lucky as the three nearest citizens were competent militia members. And weregeckos are not as tough as some other types. I'm not a military oriented player, so I'm still a bit baffled that after all these years I haven't had much trouble with werecritters -- a few close-calls and that's it. Sort of would be fun !!FUN!! to get to experience the full might of were infections... But, yeah, happy that it didn't happen this time.

Anyway, I guess starting to build the wall saved the community (though, ironically it was the monks/help that brought our population over the 50 threshold). I've got it now quite well planned, but it'll take several years and tons of logs to complete.

If we run again out of wood, I'll spawn more logs with DFHack. Don't want to go through the adventurer hassle and the nearby forests are loaded with wood. So, it makes sense like Salmeuk said that they just head there to chop trees. (I'll probably put a limit on how much I can spawn in a certain period, though.)

Also, should I open the place to visitors? At this point it'd be more than reasonable that Waterlures has caught the attention of all manner of thieving miscreants travelers with good intentions.

edit. Almost forgot, I'm probably making a couple more of vanilla DF plants millable to dye (which are used in dyeing IRL). I'm always a bit disappointed that there's only four different dyes in the game, and I forgot to add my own dye plants & reactions (unfortunately can't add them without a new world).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 19, 2022, 03:45:21 am
Seems like visitors are more trouble than they're worth at times, but the capybaras don't know that and with that in mind I say we let them in.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 19, 2022, 08:12:09 am
Seems like visitors are more trouble than they're worth at times, but the capybaras don't know that and with that in mind I say we let them in.

That really depends on how many villains there are around. If we're very lucky there won't be many and we'll mainly get bards, poets and performance troupes or monster slayers and mercenaries.

...Though, that's probably quite unlikely.

But hey, if we get tons of visitors with foul intent, we'll get to know the Sheriff of Waterlures better. And we all know how much we love elves -- everyone's favorite DF sentient species!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 19, 2022, 07:12:01 pm
Part VIII:
A Calm Year

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From the Journal of 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles
20th of Hematite, 355

“I met with Upnal who arrived with a caravan from the Just Union.

He was surprised (in a positive way) of our new wall. We had been 'very hardworking indeed' in his words. He was very polite and complimented the design, saying it will surely help keep us safe from all 'nasty things lurking in the dark'.

This year the merchants didn't have much to offer, but in any case I made a good deal. I feel like my skills in brokering deals is improving by the year. I did place several requests for next year. The usual building materials and such, though, it will still be long before we manage to begin building the observatory Tekkud has been hoping for.

Speaking of Tekkud, he was appointed head scholar of the House of Knowledge, and his quarters were moved into the tower. I hope that from there is a slightly better view of the stars than from his previous home above the carpentry workshops. I hope it will somewhat compensate for the lack of a proper spot to observe the celestial bodies.

But let me not waste no more time writing. It is time to get back to work: those fish don't clean themselves.”



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Curiously a herd of saiga antelopes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saiga_antelope), those odd-looking antelopes with bloated nostrils, had found its way into the mines.

They caused a bit of ruckus when they entered the forge where a cougar and leopard were penned. The felines began chasing the antelopes and capybaras had to dodge from their way, interrupting work.

Suwu's archers, the Turquoise Veils, were dispatched to deal with the creatures: they would make a fine meal.



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Ova was working on the south wall when he joined the ranks of those who had been struck by a fey mood.

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He headed towards his house on the north slopes and went to the workshop he had downstairs. It was his personal leather working shop, but nevertheless, he lay claim to it, and fetched some sheep leather from the storage.

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Ova's grand artifact: a sheep leather left glove sized for mandrill men. In the elven tongue its name was Limiliewi Naletí Nina, 'Matchedcatch the Sect of Races'. It was a simple glove with a peculiar name, but without much detail. Yet the craftsmandrillship was of the highest quality.

It would go to the vaults beneath the 'baronial' quarters -- where many other artifacts were stored.



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It was a rainy early autumn day. 'Baroness' Kasat was heading to the trading pavilion to meet the merchants and the outpost liaison who had just arrived. They could be seen descending the western slopes. It was odd, for they usually came from the east. Perhaps they had been to Morningwilt before coming to Waterlures?

“Ow!”, Kasat suddenly yelped in pain. She felt a sting in her leg: a bee from Datan's hives was surely the cause of it. She didn't mind it much for she felt good after having a drink. Trading and negotiating went much more smoothly while slightly tipsy. Besides, bee stings were quite the regular occurence here. A bit of nuisance, yes, but a small price to pay for the excellent mead that could be from their honey.

Now I wonder how much stone the caravan brings this time. I hope we'll get at least enough quartzite for the paved roads, she thought, stepping under the pavilion's roof. She shaked her hands and head to get rid of some of the water coating her fur and tried to wipe her pig tail tunic and toga dry as best as she could.

“How do I look?”, she asked Zon presenting herself, arms stretched and turning around.

Zon, who was hauling crafts for trade, hardly looked at the self-proclaimed baroness, “You look fine Mrs. Waxedtiles, absolutely fine.” In truth, Zon couldn't care less: he was not so keen on dealing with merchants, haggling and making deals. Commerce was something he didn't particularly respect, but as long as it wasn't him doing the brokering, he didn't mind.



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Fayoba was fishing below Edu's Fishery, next to the room of young Ïteb. He pondered if the child had been named in honor of the gorlak prophet or whether it was a common name in the Fence of Amusement. Probably the latter, since as far as Fayoba knew, neither Edu or Kib were worshipers of Ôsed. Of course they revered the Rabbit in the Sky, but that seemed to be more out of habit than anything else.

I wonder, why is it so?, Fayoba thought as he waited to feel fish nibble his bait. But yes, of course... The gods vie to gain followers, to gain strength. Power. Like the world they created, the gods too are competitive. I'd be a fool to think otherwise.

He was quite content when fishing, and the rain didn't bother him much. Being outdoors, breathing the fresh lake air, taking it easy without any rush -- now that was the life to him! The others, well, they were hard at work with the wall. Something that was necessary, yes, but was it though? It was about a year since the lizard came from the dark. Nasty, foul thing. Vicious. It could have been the doom of many of his friends, but such is life: both peace and strife belong to it.

But war. War didn't belong to the world. It was against the very spirit of life. Utterly repellent. And he did not feel so eager about this peaceful community turning into something that would concentrate on skills in the martial arts -- even if it was only to protect life.



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The traditional winter festivites were once again arranged in the Fruit of Letters, the hall crammed full. It was finally time to rest after a year of hard work.

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Unbeknownst to the capybaras, a pair of wolf men milled about the village and surroundings during the festivities.

Had they ran into the capybaras, it would certainly have caused panic and disorder.



=====

Nothing much really happened, so not much to report.

Just building the wall, but it's going up surprisingly quickly.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 19, 2022, 08:11:02 pm
that's a good size for a wall. excited for the stonesense reveal
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 20, 2022, 06:58:28 pm
Part IX:
A Spiral Horn and a Mayor

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From the Journal of 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles
10th of Slate, 356

“The elven merchants came. I was certain that they would not bring anything of particular interest or value. I was wrong.

Instead of the disappointment like last year, they brought with them a magnificent beast from the blessed lands: a unicorn! Can you believe that? I had heard of such noble creatures only in stories, doubting their very existence... But to see one with your own eyes! The glimmering spiral horn, the golden eyes. The hair, soft and silken, shining like the whitest of snow!

In exchange for the unicorn (and a bit of clothing and fruit) I gave them a very, very large profit. Though it is doubtful they fully comprehended the value of the crafts... In any case, it is in my hopes that they will bring more of these wonderful equines next year.”



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Young Logem, now twenty-two years old, was struck by a strange mood right on the cusp of summer. He headed to the glass furnace and stopped as if something was wrong. He took a piece of fabric lying about and began sketching on it with a piece of charcoal. He drew crude pictures of shining bars of metal, of cloth, stone blocks, a forest, a quarry, uncut gems and glass.

At first the others were confused. What was going on? Why is Logem not gathering materials? Clearly Logem was stricken with the odd fey magic many others had experienced, but this seemed different... Why did he draw? Shouldn't he rather work on whatever he was fated to?

It was Datan the dwarf who knew what this meant: Waterlures didn't have something the young capybara needed.

And what he needed was glass.

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Fortunately it was a problem easily solved. Waterlures had pieces of glass lying about, but they had been stored behind lock and key. The reasoning behind this was simple (and slightly embarassing): Såkzul had hid them away behind locks so that Ïteb the prophet wouldn't think of them as gems that were meant to be cut.

And the bookkeeper had completely forgotten the whole thing.

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While Logem was collecting materials for his creation, Unib the dwarf monk met with Kasat, petitioning for citizenship. As per usual, there had been a two year 'trial period' as a formality before proper citizen's rights were granted.

Many thought of it as a silly and outdated way to handle things, but Kasat was insisted on holding to the rules. For what kind of community would they be if laws were disgarded willy-nilly and everyone did as they pleased?

No, proper structure and order were necessary for a society to thrive.

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Kudustgósmer, 'Princeumbral', a green glass cabinet of the highest quality!

It was encrusted with quartzite cabochons, decorated with plum wood and encircled with bands of table cut green glass. It menaced with spikes of pig tail and green glass. It was adorned with an image of a beet plant in black zircon, an icosahedral icosahedron in bismuth bronze and an ominous image of four full moon in limestone -- bringing back memories of the weregecko that had come to Waterlures nearly two years ago.

The cabinet was stored for now, but would later be put to good use.



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Kasat had just arrived at the trading pavilion where the humans from the Just Union were unpacking their merchandise. She felt relieved and was in good spirits this day. For you see, she had just received word that the citizens of Waterlures had decided that since they numbered over fifty, it was only right that they have a mayor. Kasat had been slightly nervous and anxious about it: she was so used to being in charged that she would not know what to do if she was not chosen. In fact, she was certain someone else would be elected to the position.

However, she had given her merits too little credit -- perhaps due to her lack of self-confidence. If she would have put enough thought to it, she should have realised there really were no other potential candidates.



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Limestone 25th, 356

Kasat had been visiting Vabôk the monk at a crafter's shop to see what he had made during a strange mood. An earring made of kimberlite and decorated with sheep bone. It was exceptionally made and Kasat had accepted the gift on behalf of all of Waterlures. I fine addition to the common treasury (though, to be honest, Kasat mostly thought of it as her treasury).

She was making her way to the trading pavillion to haggle with the dwarf merchants when she gave birth: her fifth child, a baby girl!

She was filled with bliss as she cuddled the little one in her arms.

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But Kasat was not the only one to give birth that day, for Såkzul the bookkeeper, too, brought a girl to the Enchanted Dimensions. It was her seventh child -- her and Zuglar's family was easily the largest in Waterlures.

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Some days later, on the 1st of Sandstone, a third child was born: a baby boy, making Kib and Edu very happy indeed.

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And of course Ilral joined the birthing club, once again. She and 'Zultan' were blessed with a fourth boy, their children now numbering six.

It appeared that the winter festivities had served their purpose.

Spoiler: bonus (click to show/hide)


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Got to late autumn of 356 today.

South & west portions of the wall are pretty much complete (gatehouses & towers need a bit work still).

The north part is close to being finished. The east wall offers some protection, but it's still a ways to go before completion.

The lake will be left open. So, during a winter siege the capies will be screwed. Also, the walls are not high, are made of logs and despite having a lip, I'm certain enemies can and will climb over. But luckily sieges shouldn't be on the table yet (I think I kept it at the vanilla 80 pop trigger?).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 21, 2022, 03:59:15 am
The babies continue to flood in.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 21, 2022, 08:13:50 am
The babies continue to flood in.

Yeah, the winter festivities burrow seems quite effective in getting the capies to reproduce.

Gotta tone it down soon before our population rises too much.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 21, 2022, 11:06:27 am
Catching up on the save. Lil Avo the plump helmet being this legendary hammerer is such an amazing visual. Picturing an mini  Executioner Smough. Still catching up. Great progress, love this fort
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 21, 2022, 12:06:31 pm
Avo is certainly one of my favorites. He makes a great team with the hulking elephant man. The heroes of Waterlures for sure. Should give them more attention, but there's so many interesting characters in the place that it's hard to find time to write something about them all.

I also realised that the citizens from the first ten or so years are actually getting quite old. After five years we might start to see them dying of old age (60-80 is the standard animal person max age, though I have upped it a little a while back -- won't help those who were "born" before it, tho)... That is, assuming we don't get a horrific event that results in violent deaths.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 21, 2022, 03:51:28 pm
geriatric capybaras waddling about with canes. now I've seen everything
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 21, 2022, 06:25:55 pm
Part X:
Crude Baubles

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The children were in their favorite place to hang out and play make-believe: the warehouse above the Fruit of Letters and the dormitory. It was something that the elders (or at least some of them) complained about. But it was not strictly forbidden, and besides all the toys were stored there.

It was early winter that day when Litast Razortongue was possessed by the fey spirits permeating the surroundings of the Lakes of Saturnity.

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Down the stairs he went, stepped outside, snow gently falling from the skies, and walked into the crafting area to claim a workshop.

He gathered some orthoclase, bauxite gizzard stones and grizzly bear bones muttering to himself constantly, “Gemurnin Ginetusur... Gemurnin Ginetusur...”

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Litast's creation was rather simple: a bracelet made of orthoclase and encrusted with cushion cut bauxite cabochons. It was adorned with hanging rings of orthoclase and menaced with spikes of grizzly bear bone.



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There were no traditional winter festivities that year. Some continued work on the wall, though at a slower pace for winter. Others went praying to one of the many shrines, or to read at the library, while still some went out of old habit to the Fruit of Letters.

Edu and Ova were at the Oaken Gold, the crafters' guild hall, which hadn't seen much use. It was, in fact, still very empty and unfurnished.

Edu was quite satisfied when he noticed that Ova was interested in his explanations on the art of clothes making. Clearly the mandrill man had taken in his teachings, and possibly would put them to use at some point. Edu knew he wasn't the best clothes maker around -- that would be Såkzul or possibly Fayoba -- but he was good enough. Somewhat of an adept clothier.

But fishing was his main passion, though he had still ways to go before he would be as legendary as the wombat man or the prophet. He hoped to reach their skill before he would be too old. For he, like many of the capybaras, was growing old: he was soon in his mid-fifties. He hoped that he had still many a year ahead of him, but he knew that any capybara man over sixty was old, and the closer one got to eighty, the more respectable it was.



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Around midwinter two crow men were spotted flying over the lake and circling around Tekkud's tower that stretched to the skies from the House of Knowledge.



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Despite there being no festivities, the citizens did gather at the Fruit of Letters for Obsidian. They all needed a break from work. It was time to socialize and discuss the past year and what hopes they had for the next one (well, mostly it was just casual chitter-chatter and the occasional heated arguments -- Yawo's specialty).

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Unib Hammerwhipped told the tale of the founding of Delightropes, a hillocks located on the southern side of the Incidental Points mountain range. It was one of the unfortunate settlements to fall during the onslaught of the goblins of the Hell of Miseries in the midwinter of 347, not so many a year ago.

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Delightropes had been founded in the year 58, just south of the hillocks of Lanterncrushed by the Radiant Boulders. It was one of the many hillocks that had been founded to produce food and lumber for the growing population of the Mountainhomes. The main focus of the settlement being lumber and fish.

The founding itself wasn't so interesting, except that according to the legends, it was in a time before the Unaging King had risen to the throne. It was something that caused a bit of a stir in the room: gasping and murmuring, leading to some debating whether such a thing was true or not.

But in the hearts of some, it might have sparked some hope for a time when the rule of the king wouldn't be absolute and oppressive. Perhaps one day king Såkzul Cudgeltapers would fall and a new era would begin in the Fence of Amusements?

It was a thought that brought hope for the future.

Though, many had almost forgotten about the king they had fled to found Waterlures -- to the little ones he was just one of the bogeymen of tales their parents had told!



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Summer had just arrived.

Kasat was having an informal meeting (though, frankly, it was more of a one-sided discussion), at the Hut of Romancing with Datan. Fayoba, Zuglar and Yawo also were there, though they hadn't been asked to attend. They just so happened to be spending their leisure time there.

“Oh, how rude that was of them! Calling it a mere crude bauble!”, Kasat was fuming to Datan, still ruminating on a deal gone very sour with the elves in early spring. Her portly body was shaking, fat quivering, as she clutched her paws tightly in fists, breathing heavily.

“Aye, I know. I've always said that never trust them pointy-eared wretches -- no offense Fayoba, you're different,” the dwarf replied, turning his attention to Fayoba in an apologetic manner.

“None taken, Datan,” the elf replied, quite amused of the whole situation. He had heard the story many a time in the few months since the incident: how Kasat had been very careful to not offer the elves of Múya Loré anything wooden or decorated with it. Yet, among the crafts she had given there had been one single ring made out of clear glass, which had offended the elves. It was a silly thing to be upset about -- both from the elves and Kasat -- was Fayoba's thought on the matter.

“How could've I known that they think clear glass is wood? Glass is made from sand, not wood!”, the ex-baroness-now-mayor exclaimed waving her hands.

It was then when Yawo interrupted, “I warned you. Many times. Do not cut wood. Do not anger the spirits. That thing, that thing you call...'pearlash' or 'potash', whatever, is it not made of wood, no?” Mentioning potash made Yawo's mind wander: did the name come from pot and ash? Was it somehow related to chamber pots, or the contents of such silly civilized trappings? Maybe the excrement was burned into 'pot-ash'? Her thoughts snapped back when Kasat continued her yammering.

“Pearlash is wood. Of course. Yes. That is very, very petty of them to think so! I even tried to apologize, but no! No, they just packed and left. Just like that!”, she stomped her foot loudly on the mead-stained andesite floor.

“Besides. They had no unicorns this year,” she continued and concluded her tirade, “They better offer an apology next year if they want to see more of our crafts! Hmpf!“

“I doubt they'll come,” Yawo barked at the mayor, thinking to herself, 'But if they come, they come not as merchants. They come as the forest's anger.'



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Yeah, completely forgot that clear glass is a no-no for elves.

Well, luckily they didn't have much of interest this year.

Didn't get much game time today, but work continued on the walls. It's mostly the eastern portion (and towers) that are unfinished. I think I'll have it done within a couple of gaming days.

geriatric capybaras waddling about with canes. now I've seen everything

Haha, I like the image that conjures into my mind. A pity old age hasn't much of an effect on the physicality of creatures.

Which reminded me: I should add a bit more detail to animal persons, like, hair getting gray at old age. Should work even after world gen, but probably not on already existing creatures. Maybe I could add mannerisms to them at the same time? (This is something I've actually planned to do for a long time, but never got to it. Now'd be a good time. edit: Tested it out. Causes crash to desktop on already existing creatures when trying to view their description. Didn't check whether it was a specific modification or do they all do the same.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 22, 2022, 06:52:04 pm
Part XI:
The Eye of the Storm

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3rd of Galena, 357

Summer was in its last third. Eight year old Oddom Rackknight, son of Såkzul and Zuglar, was at a crafter's shop. He was pleased. He had just finished his creation after being stricken by a mood -- one more who joined the ranks of those possessed by the spirit of the area.

Tangathtögum, 'Trampleverses', an amulet made out of tower-cap was what he'd worked on for some days now. It was masterfully crafted, intricately decorated with yak boe and encircled with bands of tower-cap, plum wood, pear cut red spinels and oval rutile cabochons with spikes of andesite. The central focus of the amulet was an image of a wolf woman embroidered in cave spider silk: it depicted Shelret Battleankles hard at work, relating to the wolf woman's settling in the Laconic Prairies nearly two centuries ago. Surrounding the image were two caper bushes engraved from red spinel and a guava tree in goat leather.

It was quite the sight to behold.



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6th of Timber, 357

Mayor Kasat gave birth to a girl in a rather unusual place: in a study of the House of Knowledge. Perhaps it was a sign that the child would be destined to be a scholar? Maybe she would be taught astronomy under the tutelage of Tekkud when she was older? These kind of thoughts went through her mind, for she knew she was getting old -- fifty-eight now -- and she wanted everything to be perfect and secure for her offspring.



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Zuglar stepped into his office, dusting the snow from his alpaca wool vest and rather tattered cat leather cap. He was quivering. It was cold outside and that blasted snow storm surely didn't help. Even inside one could see their breath. Zuglar grumbled, pulling his chair from under his task and sat his rather corpulent form on it. The exceptionally made ginkgo wood chair creaked and groaned under his weight -- had it been of poorer quality, it surely would have given in.

As Zuglar picked up his quill and thumbed the stack of papers on the desk, he thought about the chair. It had served him well since... Well, since 'Quandale' was still alive. At least he thought the chair was the craftscapyship of her. It was a long time since that horrid day when her body was discovered. The culprit never found. It angered and saddened Zuglar. He felt a tear form in the corner of his eye. He wiped it and tried to clear his mind.

“Now focus Zuglar, focus. These work orders don't write themselves down. And there's plenty of folk who be needing new clothing. You yourself included,” he muttered to himself as he pulled his chair closer to the desk and began going through the paperwork.



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7th of Obsidian, 357

It's wonderful to be out exploring the wilds, Ova thought somewhat sarcastically as he walked through the blizzard towards the trade depot pavilion. The snow storm had been raging for nearly a week now and it was starting to get quite annoying. Normally at this time of the year all of Waterlures would be huddled in the warmth of the Fruit of Letters, but not this year, no.

No, they were still hard at work, for the leaders had decided that the walls must be finished before spring. There was not much to be done anymore: only the roofs and towers of the east wall. It was unlikely they'd finish it though, but certainly by spring's end everything would be complete.

Bored, uneasy and displeased, Ova continued his way until he heard something: a deep, deep bellow from the western hilltops.

He turned his gaze in that direction, squinted his eyes as the snow lashed at his face. Through the blizzard he could swear he saw something moving. Something big. No. Something gigantic.

He gasped in horror.

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A giant humanoid monster from the legends: a cyclops!

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“Run Såkzul, run! There's a monster incoming!”, the mandrill man yelled to the bookkeeper at the pavilion. Confused and not understanding what the commotion was about, Såkzul dropped what she was doing and began scampering along the bridge towards the library.

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The single eyed monstrosity lumbered down the slope with long strides. It was heading for the sheep pen, not the South Gate like Ova expected. That was not good. For next to the sheep pen was the West Gate and the Pen Gate.

There would be no time to close them.

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The sheep were panicking. The pen doors were locked, but they would not hold very long. A monster of such a size could take them easily down -- and the fences would certainly not withstand its assault.

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And indeed, that was where the cyclops headed: tasty fresh mutton was in her mind.

This was Zebna Brightpowers the Oaken Lanterns, one of the first of her kind. She was hardly known in the Fence of Amusement or other southern kingdoms, but in the north she was known and feared. For she had gone on many a rampage during the centuries, killing countless with none being able to put an end to her barbarous cruelty.

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Shouting and screaming could be heard all around Waterlures as the Fenced Princes and Turquoise Veils with the aid of the monks of the Armored Cult tried to order panicking civilians inside.

The plump helmet man 'Avo' had unslung his trusty warhammer and was headed to the South Gate, still unaware that the monster was at the pen.

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Cañar and 'Zultan' were waiting at the West Gate, listening to the cyclops' roaring, the cracking and thrashing of wood as the monster pummeled the pen doors with panicked bleating and mewling adding to the cacophony.

“We can't linger any longer! You ready?”, Cañar yelled through the wailing snow storm to 'Zultan' who was right next to him.

“I'm ready as can be! We must have faith in each other!”, 'Zultan' replied, gripping his steel mace of superior quality firmly. He took a deep breath. This might be it. I might not make it out alive, he thought in his pessimistic manner. Or maybe it was just that his stomach was still very full after that wonderful meal?

“If I don't make it, at least I'll die with my belly full!”, he barked out, readying himself for battle.

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The two charged out the gates with 'Zultan' leading the way.

Edu, spear in hand, came running from behind yelling, “I'm on my way! We'll get this one!”

In truth, Edu was not so sure about that. Their foe was enormous and looked like a mighty warrior.

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The battle begun with dodging blows from both sides until 'Zultan' managed to bash the gigantic creature in her left foot.

The blow merely annoyed the brute and she charged at the capybara maceman, but fortunately the chubby rodent managed to jump out of the way and not be squashed under the monster's mighty feet.

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The to and fro between 'Zultan' and the cyclops was cut short when Cañar landed a devastating blow in the neck of the cyclops. The towering humanoid came crashing down as something broke in its upper spine.

From there on the battle was one-sided.

Zebna's breathing was wheezy -- as if she had difficulties to fill her lungs with enough air  -- and she lashed desperately at her assailants. They dodged the blows easily, each time giving her a good whack with either a hammer or a mace.

Edu hadn't even reached striking distance when the victor seemed clear.

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The battle was soon over as the helpless cyclops was battered and punctured with fist, mace, spear, tooth and finally, Cañar's signature move: a skull-crushing hammering to the head.

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Their foe vanquished, its blood coloring the fresh snow a deep crimson, the Fenced Princes headed back within the walls to inform the civilians that all was well, the threat was ended.

Cañar was feeling good. Not because of the death of the cyclops. No, it was because he was somewhat drunk at the moment. And not drunk of the thrill of combat, but due to inebriation. It somewhat disturbed him, for he took no pleasure in killing the one-eyed giant, though he didn't feel any remorse about it either. It had to be done to prevent further bloodshed.

Yet, it still made him sad. He wanted to avoid combat and all the excitement and such. The killing. All the deaths. The unnecessary, avoidable deaths. If only there were some way -- there had to be a way -- to bring peace to this world. What each being could learn from each other if they only came together to exchange their experiences, their skills, their desires. That cyclops. She was certainly many a century old. How things would be different if she and the other civilized beings could co-exist peacefully. Maybe even live together.

One day... One day there will be peace, the elephant man thought, stroking the scar on his trunk as he walked towards the Fruit of Letters. Maybe not in my lifetime, but I swear. I swear I will do my best to work towards it. I just have to figure out how.



=====

A bit of excitement there, so actually had something to report about.

Didn't really think the cyclops will pose much of a threat after seeing how quickly the weregecko was put down. Also, seems like the animal pen with the wall grates and doors is quite a building destroyer attracter.

The wall is almost complete. Might have finished it today without the cyclops distracting things, but...yeah.

I'm not sure if I'll get much game time tomorrow, so there won't necessarily be any update. Should be done within a couple of days.

(Then I'll do some other stuff for a few days. I really, really should.)

...Oh, almost forgot: I added the new (low value) dyes to several plants I mentioned earlier. Messed up the already existing seeds a bit (got "need seeds" spam though there were seeds, so I guess it didn't recognize them anymore -- and no, they weren't TSK:d or in barrels), but after getting rid of those there's been no problems.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 23, 2022, 06:26:04 pm
Part XII:
The Final Piece

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It was spring.

The elves from Múya Loré arrived in the later half of Granite. It appeared Yawo was wrong when she implied they wouldn't come.

The capybaras hurried from their work on the wall to haul merchandise to the pavilion, doing their best to keep anything wooden away so that the elves wouldn't be offended once again.

Kasat was already at the depot, waiting to greet the elves in an overtly polite manner. She wanted to make certain that this year everything went well during their dealings with the forest-dwellers.

I've been alright. Things are well, everything is fine, she thought as she saw the elves enter through the South Gate with their pack animals -- a donkey and a giraffe.

“Welcome, welcome! It is so good to see you back here in Waterlures!”, she said to the arriving merchans with a wide on her face, eager to do business with them.



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Zon was busy at work at his tailor's table. Around him was a group of children playing with toys and generally being slightly annoying with all their questions about what the clothier was doing. It didn't affect the outcome of his work, though. He had just finished a pair of pig tail trousers, which he was very proud of.

“Now this is what I call a masterpiece!”, he smiled satisfied as he raised the trousers so that the kids could see to. “One day you too will be at work, creating masterworks like ol' Zon here,” he addressed 'Lil' Baron' Oddom, the nine year old son of Kasat.

Oddom looked at the trousers, eyed them with what he expected a professional gaze look like and replied in a child's serious voice, “One must always take care to choose the correct way to do things.”

Oddom didn't really know what he meant with it, but in his mind it sounded like a very wise thing to say in a situation like this. But what he knew was that someday he too would like to very much create something as pretty as what Zon could make.



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14th of Malachite, 358

There. That's the final piece. The last tower is complete. The walls are complete, the plump helmet man 'Avo' thought as he examined his work. It had taken longer than anticipated, but not that long: summer was halfway through. A couple of rather boring years were finally behind. Now there would be time to concentrate on other things. On more interesting things. 'Avo' yearned to craft something. Maybe do some smithing. Perhaps he could make portcullises for the gates for some additional protection? It wasn't necessary, nor planned, but surely none would mind it? He surely didn't trust entirely that the current gates would hold: only some measly wooden drawbridges and sturdy double doors. His work would certainly be more reliable.

Yes. That is what he would do. Forge iron portcullises.

After he had taken some time off, of course.



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Autumn was just around the corner and things were a bit more relaxed in Waterlures. Everyone finally had time to do some other things than work on the walls, whether it was crafting, praying, socializing or, in case of children, playing (though, the participation of children in construction work was debatable).

Kib was in the main hall of the Fruit of Letters with Rin and Unib Hammerwhipped -- Vabôk preferring his own company on the porch reserved for those who like fresh air with their drinks.

Unib seems like a decent dwarf. I think I could consider him a friend now, Kib thought, feeling rather fond of the Mestthosite monk. He could use a few of my meals, though, she pondered looking at the skinny frame of him, Barely any fat on those bones! I should ask him what's his favorite dish and cook him a special roast!

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Cusal was at the Chapel of Duty, the shrine dedicated to Ôsed, meditating on the day, deep in prayer. Logem, son of Såkzul and Zuglar, was there too, worshipping the Rabbit in the Sky. The cool breeze blowing from the lake entailed the coming of autumn.

Finally Cusal had the time to commune with his favored deity. He'd been quite frustrated with how little time there was to attend to matters of higher importance during the building of the walls. Now that the work had concluded, there was time. Much more time. Time to spend in prayer and to praise the one whose children they all were.

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Tekkud was standing about in the House of Knowledge, not paying much attention to the others who were there reading. He was deep in thought and very enthusiastic. For he felt he was close to achieving a greater understanding of how parts form the whole. It was thrilling! Once he'd manage to assemble his thoughts into a presentable form, he just so might have to write a book about it. It was a ways off still, but he was getting closer. If his theories and conclusions proved to be correct -- and why wouldn't they? -- perhaps he might be regarded as one of the great philosophers of his time.

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Urist Staffsquares was feeling proud. He was walking his tail up high, its tip turned at an angle. He was a great hunter. He had just killed a vicious being that was threatening his family.

Now, where was that silly child? The one who was referred to as Cusal. Urist would bring him the hamster and show what a proper meal was. That silly overgrown baby didn't even know how to catch food! Urist would have to teach it to him one day.

Oh, the burden of looking after of those who cannot take care of themselves... But it was Urist's duty to do so, and he would do it properly... As long as he got a good scritching.

But not the belly. The belly was off limits (though it sure did feel good!).



And now for what you all have been waiting for...

...the Great Reveal of the Walls of Waterlures!

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=====

Managed to get some game time today after all.

Just enough to finish the walls.

There's still stuff to be done before I end me turn:

On the north hill there's an unfinished guard tower and just south of the statue garden I'm building a new hut for some...err, capybara "pairing".

There's also a couple of unfinished buildings on the lake (which are a bit behind other buildings in the Stonesense screenshot).

Also, the quartzite block road (or actually floor -- I prefer those over paved roads for multiple reasons) is unfinished, but its completion is a ways off. Getting the stone requires ordering from caravans, though I did add 20 boulders during one caravan to get the parts within the walls completed (and gave a ridiculous profit for the merchants to "compensate" for the cheating). I might do that again, limiting it to 10-20 boulders per caravan.

Then there's plans for temples to Ôsed and Messthos. One will be outside the walls of the village and will have a cemetery built next to it (gotta prepare for those dreaded "spring has arrived somebody was found dead" messages when capyfolk get too old...which is going to be something that's going to happen soon).

Not sure if I'll start a couple of days to a week break tomorrow or after I finish at least some of the listed stuff. (Got a modding itch going on, so I'll probably anyway end up spending still way too much of spare time with DF.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 24, 2022, 04:19:12 am
That's a fancy wall you've built there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 24, 2022, 02:54:20 pm
Honestly, it feels like the end to a chapter. GLORIOUS! and well-documented, to boot

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Tekkud was standing about in the House of Knowledge, not paying much attention to the others who were there reading. He was deep in thought and very enthusiastic. For he felt he was close to achieving a greater understanding of how parts form the whole. It was thrilling! Once he'd manage to assemble his thoughts into a presentable form, he just so might have to write a book about it. It was a ways off still, but he was getting closer. If his theories and conclusions proved to be correct -- and why wouldn't they? -- perhaps he might be regarded as one of the great philosophers of his time.

and his conclusion? his master thesis?

water is wet, wood is good, and capybaras are the chosen people
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 24, 2022, 05:33:37 pm
Part XIII:
The Color Emerald Made Him Happy

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From the journal of Kumil Goldenclashed, Militia Warden
17th Limestone, 358

“A pack of giant coyotes was stalking the nearby forests. We haven't seen them around before.

A caravan from the dwarf lands was just arriving when we heard the shouts and barking. The coyotes tried to ambush them, but the caravan guards managed to chase many off and kill several. It took me some time to assemble the Fenced Princes for a coyote hunt. Took too long, in fact.

The coyotes managed to separate one merchant away from the main group. He fled to the west of the walls. Being chased by the hungry beasts. Edu was the first to arrive at the scene. The merchant was already dead at that point on the western slope. I believe Såkzul was the name. We dubbed the coyote Avuzfikod, 'Mineglazes'. Edu came up with the name. Thought it was a fitting one, since it all happened at the back entry of the mines.

Kasat will not be pleased with this. I'm not pleased. We should have been ready. Fortunately none of ours got hurt, though Edu was pushed down the ravine by one coyote. He wasn't hurt other than a bruise or two maybe. The merchants though... They left before any trade happened.

I'll have to think how I explain this best to the mayor and outpost liaison.”



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Winter was approaching as the leaves fell from the oaks and plum trees.

Work had been toned done quite a bit since the walls were completed, but no longer period of rest had happened as of yet. That was about to change once winter arrived: the Winter Festivities would be held this year.



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Preparations for the Winter Festivities were on their way. Soon it would be time to come together with friend and family.

Suwu and Ova had just come from the Fruit of Letters after downing several mugs of dwarven wine. It felt like a good idea to do some archery training while feeling a bit tipsy, or perhaps drunk. One must, after all, be prepared to act even while inebriated, they had surmised.

“That was a good performance. I liked the poem. It was very interesting,” Suwu said to Ova as she aimed at the target. “The Sun Sets on Speck, I think was the name of it. What'd you think?”, she asked the mandrill man who just released an arrow, narrowly missing the target.

“Didn't really pay attention to it. I was too deep in my mug, I guess. But damn, do I feel so good after it!”, he replied pulling another arrow from his jute quiver.

“Say, Ova... You're from the elf lands from the north, aren't you? Like Yawo,” the capybara woman said cautiosly. She was unsure how to present a thought that had lingered in her mind to Ova.

“Yes. From there I am. Birthed under a blossoming cherry tree,” he smiled a genuine smile, thinking of the beautiful abundant greenery of Múya Loré. “Or so I've been told. But I do like the sound of it. Why do you ask?”

“Well... Are unicorns common there? In the...'forest retreats' -- or whatever you call them,” Suwu said slowly nudging her head towards the village square where you could see the spiral horned creature grazing.

“Huh? I-”, Ova was confused and stumbling in his words, “I-I don't know... Not where I lived... But... Maybe? Why?”

“Oh, nothing special really. Just wondering why the elves have brought only one unicorn during all these decades... And the 'baroness' seemed mighty disappointed that they brought none this year,” Suwu explained.

The truth was, Suwu was wondering how difficult it would be to... To 'acquire' a unicorn. To go to one of the elven settlements, sneak in the night and 'borrow' one of the majestic creatures. Kasat was very soon sixty years old and Suwu was thinking that an extraordinary gift would be in order.

“Well, maybe they'll bring one next year?”, the mandrill man replied, trying to focus on firing arrows.

It wasn't easy while drunk.



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As winter arrived and the air got cold, work was halted.

Everyone headed to the Fruit of Letters for the Winter Festivities of the year 358. It didn't differ much from the previous ones: lots of chatting, catching up with friends, ruminating on the last couple years, listening to poetry and getting stupid drunk.

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And as per usual, some preferred to go to the dormitory to spend their time, whether it be just relaxing on one of the beds or praying to the gods.

But Winter Festivities didn't go without incident...

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Vabôk Bronzepost, the leader of the monks of the Armored Cult, was admiring a sheep bone figurine on display. It was one made by 'Zultan', and was an exceptionally designed statuette of a human who was surrounded by giant peach-faced lovebirds. One could see from it that the human was in the process of subduing the large avians, and one well-versed in history would know that it depicted the human Copnut Scorchbarb who was the first (or, so it is said) to tame the creatures.

It was a pleasing sight. And Vabôk would have certainly enjoyed it much longer, had he not felt a cold shiver and chill creep up his spine.

He looked around, but there were only children playing, Logem sleeping and Kumil pondering something. Something was wrong.

Then another chill -- his beard hair felt like it stood up.

Nothing to be seen. Vabôk felt uneasy, looking around nervously. He swore he could hear whispers.

“Huh? W-What was that?”, Kumil said aloud with a rather confused face as he turned to look towards the backdoor of the dormitory.

He gasped.

Vabôk saw it too: a ghostly apparition, a barely visible specter that looked much like the dwarf merchant who had been slain by the wild giant coyotes!

Vabôk ran down the stairs, screaming like a child, “AAAAA! A ghost! A haunt! This is truly horrifying!”

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But the ghost followed.

It moved through the floor boarding with ease, arriving in the main hall of the Fruit of Letters through the ceiling, descending next to Datan who was feeling a bit miserable after getting into an argument.

The others didn't see the ghost, but Datan and Vabôk did.

Datan went pale. He was horrified.

He pointed at the incorporeal form hovering in front of him. “G-g-g-g-ghost!”, was all he could say.



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The rising of the ghost cut the Winter Festivities short. Or at least for the time being.

'Avo' dragged a slab of phyllite from the stores to a crafter's shop. He was the one to be tasked to engrave a memorial for the dead merchant. A grave had already been dug, a wooden casket made and a statue commemorating the merchant was just completed.

Sometimes I just don't like someone, the plump helmet man thought as he set the slab on the counter, searching for a chisel and mallet. He had no particular person in mind with the thought, but it was mainly directed at the ghost. It was a bit annoying that they had to stop the festivities because of the specter haunting the dwarves. Yes, dwarves. It seemed that the ghost of Såkzul Tradedheroes was only interested in the bearded ones. Not the others.

And it was silly of Vabôk and Datan to be so horrified by it. The ghost didn't cause any problems. It just... Was. Floating. Eerily, certainly. But other than that, and the occasional chill, it was harmless.

Next the dwarves will surely complain about where the merchant is buried, 'Avo' thought, carefully engraving a memorial text on the slab. For the dwarf would be buried not deep underground in a stone coffin like is dwarven custom, but in a wooden casket in the soil, close to the surface -- something what other cultures did to their dead. Such a manner of burial was customary here in Waterlures, too.

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'Zultan' was the one to get the questionable honor of burying the merchant. He walked up the slope towards the small burial grounds under the shade of old plum trees. He avoided the bees from Datan's beehives and placed the cold bones of the dwarf in the burial receptable.

There. That should do the trick, 'Zultan' wiped his hands on his trousers. Maybe we can now continue with the festivities. I want to spend time with family, not the dead.

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Under a young plum tree was a statue made of petrified wood. It depicted a smiling dwarf, happiness gleaming in his eyes. He was surrounded by cheese.

In front of the statue was a well-crafted phyllite slab with engravings. It read:

“In memory of Såkzul Nishobur / Born 289 / Bled to death, slain by the giant coyote Mineglazes in the year 358 / The color emerald made him happy.”



=====

Continued a bit of construction work, but mainly focused on getting downtime for the capies. They're still very much happy or content, though, I began noticing that many were getting distracted after the 2+ years of wall building with not much crafting & relaxation time.

Honestly, it feels like the end to a chapter. GLORIOUS! and well-documented, to boot

Thanks! I also feel like that was a chapter, but still continued today, hah. Maybe I'll restructure the arrangement of posts under chapters or something (at some point). Feels like there's been a couple of chapters before this.

In any case, the capies (and other 'animal persons') are actually getting real old. Several are over 60 already (like, 'Avo' and 'Bob' the wombat). I know I've mentioned their aging more than once, but... I feel like something special would be needed for them (or at least some) before they die of old age. Like for instance, I'm thinking of sending Suwu on a unicorn hunt (like I hinted above), which could be either by raid or adventure.

But there's others too who might have some other ambitions than simple life in Waterlures before they die in their beds old and gray.

So, mainly the question is now: who are some of the starting/early characters that you think deserve some special attention? Or if there's something you think they should do, I'm up for all kinds of ideas.

And I am thinking of using Adventure Mode for this despite the tedious cleanup. I think the aging of our main characters are a good reason to go through the hassle.

Also, if any of you feel like you'd like, you can also do the Adventurer parts instead of me (as long as you follow the characters' personality descriptions, don't murder everything and act like the typical rpg main jerk dick protagonist).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 25, 2022, 02:57:01 am
An elderly adventure to steal unicorns sounds fun.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 25, 2022, 05:27:53 pm
Honestly love reading this thread and hearing about the day to day lives of these Capybara's they have come a long way from their humble village. I would be down to take the save for a year in the future.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 25, 2022, 05:59:45 pm
Had a break from the game today and tried to work on a modding project (with very little progress), so no report about the capies.

I'll probably continue playing tomorrow, unless I get a fey mood to work on my mod (today was a crappy day). In any case, this week I'll try to get to a point where I can pass the save for one of you. (That'll at least force me to have time off from the capies, haha.)

An elderly adventure to steal unicorns sounds fun.

Yeah, I'm just not sure how likely it'll be to find any tame unicorns in a forest retreat (not much experience in those places). It might also be the death of Suwu if I go for it (though, she is a legendary archer by now, I think). Most of the world is covered in savage regions, iirc.

Honestly love reading this thread and hearing about the day to day lives of these Capybara's they have come a long way from their humble village.

Thanks, I'm not much of a writer, but I do enjoy looking at a random capy going about their daily business and writing about it. Quite often if I check a random capy's thoughts & personalities and/or who is next to them, there's enough material to work on a simple scene. (Also, helps keep things way more interesting than just the regular digging/building/etc. stuff in the game.)

I would be down to take the save for a year in the future.

Certainly. Do you know when would be a good time for your turn? I'd like to keep things running without longer breaks, so I'll end my megaturn a bit before the next one goes.

I think @Salmeuk also asked for a turn? (Haven't updated the first post for a while.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 25, 2022, 06:06:19 pm
Yeah after this weekend, i have time to take up a mega turn or do a few years next weekend.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 26, 2022, 03:49:57 am
I'm not much of a writer,
Your selling yourself short you're better than you think.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 26, 2022, 06:20:57 pm
Part XIV:
Growing

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Spring was in its last third. Many of the children were gathered in the warehouse attic above the Fruit of Letters to play and do other child things.

Ònul Strickenrelics, the three year old daughter of the bookkeeper and manager, had just put down a mini-forge. She had very much enjoyed playing with it and it had inspired her to recite a poem, 'The Sun Sets on Speck' -- something she had learned from the grown-ups.

Inod, Atír and Lil' Baron Oddom were listening intently to her. They were all older than Ònul, but it didn't stop them from enjoying the performance. In fact, they were very pleased while listening: the little girl had some promise (if someone were to ask them).



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With summer the human merchants from the Just Union arrived like they usually did.

And once again work was halted. The capybaras scurried to fetch goods from the warehouse for trade: masterful bone crafts and old clothing, which the fripperers (https://blog.history.ac.uk/2021/02/recycling-and-upcycling-waste-in-the-late-medieval-urban-economy/) among the merchants were more than eager to get their hands on.

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Kasat was in her office (which used to be the baronial throne room) eating sausages made from sheep intestines filled with grizzly bear tallow -- it is for a reason why she was so corpulent.

She was slightly annoyed that Upnal arrived just as she was headed to the dining room. A dining room is no place to do business, so she went with the guild representative to her office where she conducted the meeting while munching a sausage.

“My apologies madame Waxedtiles for arriving during your meal,” Upnal said with a slightly akward look on his face as he watched the capybara take a large bite from the greasy sausage. He continued, “But I would very much like to get our dealings ready as soon as possible. There's still a lot I have to attend to at the caravan -- we have unexperienced merchants and such who need my guidance.”

“Yes, yes, --munch, munch-- no need to --munch-- apologize. Let us get this over wit- --BUUURP!--,” Kasat unexpectedly let out a long, deep belch, which embarrassed her. ”Oh, pardon me. That was highly inappropriate of me...”, she flushed when she noticed the human's short moustache twitch as he wrinkled his nose.



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On the 24th of Hematite Såkzul gave birth.

Despite her respectable age of sixty-five the bookkeeper was more than capable of bringing forth new life to the Enchanted Dimensions. The little girl was her eighth child. Quite the amount of offspring she and Zuglar had.

They named the girl Reg Musclehame, for even at such a young age she proved to be one resilient and durable capybara, albeit maybe a bit on the clumsier side.



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Autumn arrived. Yawo and Fayoba were picking up fallen fruit under a plum tree, its leaves giving some protection from the rain.

“Bah, this is not how I imagined to spend my elder years,” Yawo grumbled to the elf who had a smile on his face. “It's dreadfully boring. Frustrating. I want some excitement. I need some excitement,” the mandrill woman continued, throwing a rotten plum away. It narrowly missed Fayoba's face.

“Be happy it is this way. Be happy we are safe here. Be happy that this tree is still standing, offering us its bounty,” Fayoba said, swiping a lock of his long red hair to the side. “You should appreciate that as a worshipper of Icemì.”

“Happy? Happy for what? For all the trees that have fallen to make us 'safe'? That 'safety' cost a thousand lives. Needless deaths. What good is that?”, Yawo snapped at the elf.

“Ah, but there you are wrong, my hairy friend,” Fayoba smirked, continuing, “They gave their life to protect us -- to protect the other children of Icemì. To protect from the wickedness that entered the world in a time before time.”

“You don't even believe in Icemì. Don't twist her nature. You forsake our ways. Chose to follow that rainbow 'god' of yours,” Yawo fumed, hurling another rotten plum towards the elf -- this time deliberately.

Fayoba dodged it. “That... Is not entirely true. I do believe in the existence of Icemì Apedives. But I see her differently,” the elf replied, still with a rather jovial tone and continued, “I she not quite like Ôsed? Stars, the sky, the weather, nature... All those things are what the Rabbit is. And all those same things are what Icemì is. Are they not the same?”

“NO. They are NOT,” Yawo replied casting an evil eye at Fayoba. She did not like the direction the discussion was going.

“Well, I'll just leave you to think on it, Yawo. My lap is full,” the elf answered gleefully, “I'll be leaving you now, and go... Fishing.”

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The elf walked through the Temple Gate back into the safety of the walls. The magnificent, sturdy wooden walls of Waterlures.



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It was still early autumn when Ilral gave birth to a girl: the third daughter of her's and Zultan. They now had seven children, the eldest being ten year old Atír.



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Lòr Drinkbust, the eldest son of Kib and Edu, was playing in the storage room below Vabôk's Dyery.

Today was the 14th of Sandstone: a special day for Lòr. For it was not only his birthday, it was the day when he became twelve years old. And that meant that he would now be considered an adult. A grown-up. Like his parents and the other older ones. It meant that the life of a child was now behind him. It meant that, starting tomorrow, he would be working with the other adults.

He did not enjoy that thought.

For you see, he very much enjoyed playing. Make believe was something he truly cherished. He had once said to father that he hoped to play for all of his life. “Son, I too wish we could spend all our time in leisure, but that is not how the world operates. Someone has to catch the fish. Someone has to clean the fish, and then someone has to cook it. Hard work is a necessary part of life, whether we like it or not,” he had said solemnly.

Lòr did not want to agree with that, but he didn't argue with father.

“Well, tomorrow is tomorrow,” the young one said his thoughts aloud. But today is my birthday, and today I will play. The thought made him a bit more happier.

And indeed, he continued to play make believe for that day.



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It was less than two weeks that autumn would give way for winter, when Kib gave birth: a baby girl and her seventh child.

One grows up, another is born, Kib thought, feeling blissful. “My, my, aren't you the adorable one,” she said to her child, scritching the baby's fur still wet from birth.

“I think I will call you Dodók,” she said, the baby looking at her in awe. “Your father better approve of it or else I'll half the amount of fat I put in his meals.”

The baby babbled in reply, waving her little paws uncontrollably.

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Only a day later the family of the mayor grew when Kasat gave birth. A girl and her and Cusal's seventh child.

The old baronial quarters were desperately in need of new rooms.



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Id Pucefloor, the naked mole dog man, was on the northern slope outside the walls. Work on a paved quartzite road had progressed quite some this year, and a wayside shrine had been built a bit east of Rin's mill.

The Sanctuary of Snarls, where Id was praying, was dedicated to Ôsed, while the Sanctum of Covering was to offer reverence to Mestthos -- something which pleased the monks of the Armored Cult.

Ôsed, Almighty Cottontail, please give me guidance. I am conflicted, Id prayed, keeping his head low in front of the marble statue of the goddess. Why do I do my duty when my heart and desires lie elsewhere? Why do I not feel that desire so strongly that it would forcee me to throw everything else to the side and pursue what I want?

Id had felt lonely for a long time. He did enjoy the company of the capybaras and others, but it was as if he was an outsider here. He was out of place. It was too long since the time he was surrounded by someone who he could call family. It was too long since he had been able to craft something he liked -- his duties kept him busy all the time. And it was too long since he had acquired something new for himself.

He wanted a change in his life. But he could not leave these people. It was his duty to protect and help them.

That is what Ïteb the Prophet had said.



=====

Got to winter of 359.

At first I thought there won't be much of a report, but guess I got something to write about after all. It's always the same: I think there's nothing going on that would warrant interest, but then either game does something to change that or you just so happen to stumble upon a scene that begs some attention (like the one with Yawo and Fayoba picking fruit -- noticed it completely by accident and there was some nice stuff in their thoughts).

But yeah, population is now 62 (or 63?), most of the folk are still content or super happy (more and more have joined the -99k stress group). Some characters are much older than I thought, so I think it's soon time to concentrate on some of their late life deeds.

Other than that? Not sure if I'll have a break tomorrow and continue the day after or the other way 'round. Depends on my mood mostly.

Oh, and about the upcoming turns.

How would you guys feel if you'd do Adventurer stuff instead of Fort mode?

There's a couple reasons why I'd rather want that:

1) I really want to keep the current architectural design and feel of Waterlures, and well, with multiple hands doing building projects that'd change. I've also pretty much got planned in my head stuff for most of the space on the map (assuming the village continues to grow).

Also, currently there's no need for new stuff, so gameplay would be just basically watching the capies go about their daily business and maybe occasionally doing some unautomated production stuff.

2) We're currently at the point where starting/early characters will start dying of old age. And I'd very much like to be holding the reins when that happens.

3) I think others doing the adventurer stuff (or some of it) could give another perspective to the characters and the world, and maybe bring in some unexpected twists. (Also, it'd be sort of a substitute for me to act as a Dungeon/Game Master -- it's way too long since last time.)

Thoughts?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 27, 2022, 05:11:52 pm
I mean, that's fine with me, not sure I will have time for adventure turn in the next few weeks sadly. I left my mark on Waterlures when I had the chance.

now, this is just curiosity, but is there some way to mass-migrate all the capys and citizens to some other site, via your adventure mode shenanigans? or would it be far too annoying to accomplish? A mass exodus and relocation has always been one of my dream fail-states for a fortress. 
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 27, 2022, 06:30:25 pm
Part XV:
The Inevitable

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It was early Moonstone and once again work was toned down for the winter, though no grand festivities were to take place this year.

Some were at the Fruit of Letters drinking and catching up with their fellows. Rin was there, too. He had just finished reciting the poem 'Angry Critters' to show the others that he can do better than the previous performer, Cusal (whose show had very much been embarrassing). It delighted Suwu, Ilral and Likot. Ubbul had shown some interest in the recital, but honestly he was more interested in the dwarven wine he had in his mug. And Zuglar... Well, he was, quite frankly, bored by the goblin's poem.

Out of the main hall, on the porch was Vabôk, Cusal, Fayoba and Ova discussing Cusal's choice of poem 'Trumpets: The Wind Will Tell'. It had been an interesting take on it and no manner of Rin's dismissal of it could change that fact -- the goblin obviously didn't have a refined enough taste.

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Those who wished to indulge themselves in written word instead of wine were at the library. Some, like Tekkud (who was still working on his theories about wholes and parts), were in the main floor, while most were downstairs in one of the studies where sounds didn't echo as much.

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The Hut of Romancing, too, attracted its share of visitors, though much less than the other places.

Kumil and Cañar were there telling stories of historical events and pondering how they had affected the way things are in the current day. However, Cañar was not so interested in the kings of the past and how they rose to power, like the tale of Edëm Dyedagger who purportedly was the first king of the Fence of Amusement.

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And of course some were deep in prayer, frequenting one of the many shrines scattered around Waterlures.



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From the journal of Suwu Cleanmusics, Archer Captain
Obsidian 16th, 359

“I ran into surprisingly into a human today. I was the first to greet him as he stepped in through the East Gate. Quite the sight, he was decked in bronze and copper mail, with a long sword at his side and a shield on his back. Certainly a warrior, I thought. And I was right. He introduced himself as Thimeth Prairiescour, a traveling beast hunter. He'd come here in search of beasts to slay and possibly relax.

Well, I had to tell him that we don't generally accept visitors here, barring merchants. But I also said it probably wouldn't be any harm if he was around. And as long as he doesn't cause any trouble, I'm fine with it.

Didn't ask the opinion of those in charge, though. But I doubt they'd said anything different.”



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It was a cold morning that day, on the 4th of Granite 360. Winter hadn't fully given way for spring and it was still snowing outside.

'Zultan' was wondering what was taking Ilral, his wife, so long to get up this morning. She normally was already heading to the spinnery to shear sheep and spin wool. But her trusty distaff and spindle were still on the table. Now what's taking that woman so long? It's usually her who has to do the waking, but I guess it's my turn now, he thought as he headed to the bedroom door.

He opened the door and there Ilral was, still lying in the bed.

“Iiil-ral, ho-neeey... It's late already. Time to wakey-wakey,” he said with the most honeyed voice he could muster.

Ilral didn't respond.

“Sweety. Get up. It's a fine day. You don't want to spend it sleeping,” 'Zultan' tried again. To no avail.

“Ilral? Come on now... Don't play games with me,” he said, furrowing his brow worriedly. But there was no answer.

A horrid thought crept into his mind. He swallowed and walked slowly to the bed.

Ilral wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing.

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Old age had finally got to the capybara woman.

Ilral was dead.



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Young Lòr Drinkbusts was on mining duty. He had been tasked to grab the pick and dig the beginning of catacombs that would serve as the final resting place for the elderly. The old burial grounds within the walls were deemed too small, and with Ilral's death at the age of sixty-four, many were expecting their time soon to come.

Lòr was surprised how satisfying the digging was. Datan had earlier shown him some tips and tricks at the old mines, where they had dug some short exploratory tunnels (they found nothing). It felt good to do something useful, something that would last for generations. He was, of course, a bit sad about Ilral's death, though he only occasionally had exchanged words with her. Mostly he was sad because he knew that one day father and mother would too pass away from this world.

And he didn't like that thought. It made him nervous. He didn't want to lose family.



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Datan was at the new shrine to Ôsed -- considered part of the Sanctuary of Snarls wayside shrine -- in the entry to the catacombs. On the opposite side was the Shrine of Steel, dedicated to Abod the Prince of Duty: the goddess of death, war and chaos. A grim god in the pantheon of Ustuth Ïdath, and one that gave Datan the shivers. He did acknowledge Abod and paid his respects to her. Not out of reverence, but out of fear and to keep her at bay.

He was meditating on the stars, which were said to be where the souls faithful to the Rabbit went after they had fallen under the ravaging flail of Abod. Each death lit a new star, a star to bring hope to the living -- for one day, they too, would join them and shine brightly in the night sky.

Yet, it was told that sometimes the reach of Abod extended all the way up into the domain of Ôsed. And when the Rabbit wasn't watching, the Prince of Duty plucked souls and cast them into the fires and chaos of the Underworld to feed its demonic inhabitants.

Datan shivered at the thought.

All this talk of death and Ilral's passing brought old memories to his mind. He still wondered what had become of his nephew Solon who had been abducted from Lettertick by a goblin so many years ago. Was Solon Bustaxes still alive? Or dead? With Ôsed? Or had the Prince of Duty stolen the poor soul?

“I must not give in to sadness,” Datan muttered to himself. He looked up at the marble statue depicting Ôsed, looked deep into her eyes, “Please, I beg you, do not let the Abod the Prince of Duty, the Harbinger of Chaos, lay her hands on Solon or any of your faithful children.”



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Spring had given way to summer and the humans from the Just Union had arrived with their caravan full of goods. The capybaras were busy hauling merchandise to the trade pavilion.

Suddenly loud crashing could be heard from outside the walls of the village.

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The Fenced Princes, who were sparring, heard it too.

“What was that?”, 'Zultan' said, turning his ears towards the sound. It sounded awfully familiar. Something that they had heard a couple years back.

The others stopped the sparring to listen.

A deep, loud bellowing roar.

It could mean only one thing.

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Out from the forests of the Laconic Prairies came a hulking one-eyed monstrosity. She lumbered down the slopes towards the walls of Waterlures, crushing an unfortunate rabbit that happened to be in its way.

But the cyclops would not get a chance to get to the village: the Fenced Princes, knowing what they were facing, rushed out immediately. They were all prepared for battle, already sweaty from all the sparring.

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Edu was the first to the scene -- no doubt due to his incredible running speed -- spear ready to strike. The cyclops swung her fist at the armored rodent, but Edu was too nimble and avoided the blow easily, only to thrust his spear into the hand deeply.

Kumil followed suit and slashed the giant brute with his sword first in the stomach, then in the thigh. It was enough to make the cyclops fall over.

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However, things didn't go as smoothly as with the previous cyclops: she managed to take hold of Edu's leg and ripped the paw off, blood splurting in an arc onto the grass.

Yet, it did not stop Edu who saw only red at this point, veins pulsing in his temples. He hadn't lost his momentum and stabbed with his spear. This time he struck the monster deeply, the spear sinking all the way and hitting the lower spine.

He pulled the spear out from the wound.

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The cyclops had no hope against her assaillants who brutalised her as she thrashed on the ground, desperately trying to get another lucky hit in.

Blow after blow landed on the cyclops, each pummeling and battering taking her closer to her death.

Cañar was still rushing in, hammer ready to deal the final blow.

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But it was Edu this time who was the one to score a kill. After the cyclops had taken hits from Kumil's sword, Zultan's mace and Avo's hammer, he thrust his spear with all strength left in him into the monster's head. It tore deep: straight through the skull and into the brain.

The cyclops was dead.

Edu fell to the ground, exhausted and in pain. Now he finally felt the hopelessness and terror when he realised what had happened to him.

“Our time in the Enchanted Dimensions is so brief... I must keep going... My children...”, Edu rambled on the ground, spear still clutched firmly in hand.

He was feeling faint. Blood loss was kicking in.



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The bookkeeper Såkzul carried Edu from the field towards Yawo's clinic. It was only a matter of time before he might succumb to his wounds.

She hurried down the road, passing the shrine dedicated to Icemì. Yawo wasn't their like she sometimes was.

“You'll be alright, you'll be alright. We're going to Yawo,” Såkzul said to Edu who was barely conscious. “She'll fix you. Then you'll be good as new.”

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She dragged Edu up the stairs, put him on one of the beds of the infirmary and hastily scurried out to find Yawo.

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Edu felt grateful as he lay on the bed. He was grateful for Såkzul to arrive to help. But he was also afraid. He was not sure if he would make it. Was this his end? He had to make it. He had to.

He felt his thoughts blur and things began to feel dreamy. He felt his consciousness slipping away.

Must. Stay. Awake.

He passed out.



=====

A bit of a cliffhanger there.

Didn't feel like continuing any longer today. Was sort of an "exhausting" game today in Waterlures. Funny how quickly you get attached to these little 'c' letters running around the screen.

Not at all sure if Edu will survive. He's bleeding heavily and Yawo is probably nowhere near. We'll see tomorrow or the day after what happens (if I dare open the game, that is).

A bit surprising that the cyclops got that a grievous wound in against a steel/bronze clad capy (or, it could be that Edu had "lost" his boot due to, well, you know, DF militia equipping stuff).

I mean, that's fine with me, not sure I will have time for adventure turn in the next few weeks sadly. I left my mark on Waterlures when I had the chance.

I'm still of course open for others to do fort stuff, too. I just have to learn to...(what's the word?) "Let go". So far I've been mostly satisfied and happy about the stuff you guys have done. Like the statue garden is excellent. Also, I love how the plump helmet man's forge area looks "alien" compared to other architecture in the fort.

If this'd been only a single player game, I doubt it would've gone for this long.

(But yeah, if others want to do fort stuff, we could always discuss what you plan to do. Most likely I'll be fine with it.)

now, this is just curiosity, but is there some way to mass-migrate all the capys and citizens to some other site, via your adventure mode shenanigans? or would it be far too annoying to accomplish? A mass exodus and relocation has always been one of my dream fail-states for a fortress. 

Sort of, yes. At least with those who are adventurers (but you could use unretire-anyone for those who aren't, though it's a hassle to do with more than a couple characters). Done this a couple of times (and keeping it as an option if things get messed up in Waterlures).

So, what you basically do is have one character live in the place where you want (either create the character to start there or retire them there), then you add all the ones you want to move to that place into his/her party, and when choosing the starting place choose the first character's starting location and press play.

Voilà! They all are now teleported to that place and you just need to retire them there.

(edit. Note: Using this method the party members will be considered companions of the "main" character. I'm not sure how it affects their relation forming, but if you take any of them on an adventure later, most/some of them might be in tagging along as party members and you'll have to tell them to wait or kick them from the party or sumthin.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 28, 2022, 04:38:24 am
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Well damn didn't seem like that long ago that they got married, also how old is my guy now?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 28, 2022, 07:14:32 am
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Well damn didn't seem like that long ago that they got married, also how old is my guy now?

It's not so long since they got married. We did the forced marriages quite late. There's also quite a lot of ingame time passed in a relatively short real life period.

Your guy is "only" fifty years old, so that's at least ten more years he's got. The max age is 60-80 with animal persons (I did increase it slightly, but our early characters were done before that, so it doesn't help them).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 28, 2022, 03:44:43 pm
Its rare in dwarf fortress to come across old age, having the fortress run on a shorter time span really makes you more invested in the citizens. Could you upload the current save as i would love to take a few years turn (keeping it low key) or just to see the ages of all citizens and whats being going on in the world around them.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 28, 2022, 04:10:40 pm
I can do that. I'll upload tomorrow, though, since there's a few things I need to get done before it.

I've spent this day doing other stuff (got a bit of gaming in, but nothing much to report of), but I'll try tomorrow to get to a point where I can pass the save. At the very least I'll have the save up on Sunday.

I'll need to do a overview too, since there's quite a bit of new stuff since the last one.

Haven't really been checking much on what's happening in the world and the merchants haven't brought much news in the last ten or more years (I assume the war has calmed down in the south). So, would be cool to read if you find something interesting in the world.

...And yeah, can't remember if I've ever had a game where old age actually becomes a big deal. I've had dwarves die of old age, sure, but it's usually the ones that were already old to begin with (the longest fort I've had was somewhere around 50-60 years, I think). These capies they were, what, between 20-30 when we started and now they're in their sixties or approaching it fast.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 28, 2022, 06:20:47 pm
Okay sounds good.

I had one dwarf, the king. He survived the many threats of the fort once we aqquired him. He survived so long (14/15 years) i was trying to get him necromancy. Had the lore that he was desperatly trying to extend his life. So the dwarven armys would return with necromancer books and in his personal library he would spend his last 3/4 years trying to discover secrets.

He died of old age, if i recall one of his surviving sons took over.

Wonder if one of our citizens will ever inherit such a title.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 29, 2022, 07:37:51 pm
Part XVI:
Thawing Ice

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Såkzul was looking for Yawo. Edu was desperately in need for the healing hands of the mandrill woman witch-doctor. But the bookkeeper could not find Yawo for she was in none of her regular places.

The mandrill woman, in fact, was sleeping. Not in her bed, but in the attic of Vabôk's Dyery, sleeping among the barrels full of dyes. It was not a normal place for her to sleep -- she had a bed in a her cozy room.

When the cyclops had come and everyone was ordered inside, Yawo had been tired. Very tired. And the closest place to hide she found was Vabôk's attic. And there she had fallen asleep, huddled against one of the barrels.

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But fortunately Yawo was not the only one who had skills in the healing arts: Vabôk, the dyer and monk, had tended to wounds in his past.

Upon hearing what had happened, he dropped what he was doing and rushed towards the infirmary in a hurry.

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Edu was lucky.

His wounds were not so serious -- if you don't count the missing paw -- and most of the bleeding had ceased when Vabôk arrived.

Rest and a crutch were the monk's orders for the patient.

But Edu felt like the short rest he had was enough. Sure, he was still a bit faint, but he could manage. He felt like getting back to work. So he grabbed a crutch that Vabôk gave him, walked down the stairs of Yawo's Clinic and headed to plant some seeds.



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Dodók Channelplaits was playing with a toy boat in the dormitory of the Fruit of Letters when the mood struck her. A sudden sense of inspiration overtook her. It was something the one year old child hadn't felt and it compelled her to leave the toy on the floor and head out.

She walked outside into the rain, not minding it, and headed towards Zon's and Asmel's Tailory. But she did not go to the tailor's table. She went to the crafter's workshop next to it, laying claim to it, and immediately headed out to gather materials.

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It was quite the amount of materials Dodók needed for her creation, and after several days of secretive work she showed her masterpiece to the others, offering it to the whole community.

Shasarbisól, 'The Frightful Peace', a persimmon wood crown with an ominous name. The child could not explain why she had chosen the name, saying only that it was something she was “told” to give it (and yes, Yawo said it was the spirits who told her, though some would disagree). Perhaps it was a reference to the uneasiness that had crept into the hearts and minds of the capybaras ever since the monks arrived and the walls rose -- peace existed still, but it felt more fragile than ever; as if an impending doom was catching up.

Regardless, the crown was simple, but very elegant. It was encrusted with octagon cut black zircon alternating with intricate patterns carved into the wood and encircled with bands of cushion orthoclase cabochons and briolette cut black zircons. The wooden spikes of the crown were adorned with red spinel and more black zircons. Carved into the crown's band was an image of radish plants, with a depiction of a great white shark in pig tail cloth surrounding the central piece, an image of almond trees -- something very common in Waterlures -- carved from andesite.

It was a crown fit for a king.



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Oddom Rackknight was playing with a wooden puzzlebox of elven make. He was at the looms above Vabôk's Dyery, observing his mother Såkzul at work. This room, this was where the magic happened: where the threshed and spun pig tails were woven into the finest of cloth, dyed by the dwarf monk with vivid colors, ready to be taken to Zon's and Asmel's Tailory just around the corner.

He was pleased here. It was fascinating. To see how things were done. Soon he would be twelve, and he too would be hard at work. And when he would be at work, he wanted to do everything just right. He wasn't so sure that he would have the skill to for that, though. He looked at the tunic he was wearing. Like this, this tunic: the cloth and tailorship were of exceptional quality, and it was dyed very well into a deep midnight blue color by Vabôk.

“Oddom, have you given any thought to what we talked about?”, Såkzul said to the boy as she finished weaving, referring to a discussion they had several days earlier. Old age was coming for the bookkeeper and she knew it, felt it in her bones. She wouldn't be around forever, and when her time came, there wouldn't be a bookkeeper in Waterlures anymore. So after some thinking she had thought that Oddom might have interest in taking up the task: since a young age he had tried to do everything perfectly. Oddom hadn't given a direct answer.

“The bookkeeping?”, Oddom turned to face mother, continuing in a very serious and surprisingly mature tone, “We all have to do our part, and if that is my part, then I must do it. It is like mayor Waxedtiles has said: we must follow the rules, not our whims.”

“Oh sweety, you don't have to do it. I thought it might be something you would like and be good at,” Såkzul smiled at her child. He was always so serious, taking in everything the higher-ups said. “It's just a job among any other. But we work so that we may later relax without worry. And those rules, you could consider them more as... As guidelines.”

Oddom twitched his brow, “But we need to follow the rules. Society can only flourish when lawbreakers are punished.”

Såkzul chuckled. Such words from someone so young.



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It was but only a few days after her discussion with Oddom at the looms when Såkzul gave birth, once again.

Her ninth child was a boy. Adil Wheelsconfined was the name she and Zuglar chose for him.

Såkzul was blissful. She had brought so many a new life into this world, time and again proving that old age did not make her infertile. She and Zuglar were truly blessed by Ôsed.

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And like so many times before, Såkzul was not the only one to give birth this year: mayor Kasat Waxedtiles, too, gave birth to a boy.

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The amount of children in Waterlures was growing. Nearly half the population were young ones, though many were approaching the age of twelve and would then be considered adults.

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And that number continued to grow when Asmel was born to Kib and Edu.



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Zefon 'Bob' Drunkenceilings sat down at the porch, a steaming sheep meat stew in front of him. The smell was divine and it made the wombat man drool. The meal was a good distraction from the midwinter blizzard raging outside, though the porch offered little protection from the cold, biting wind. The four year old Ònul, daughter of the manager and bookkeeper, was there too, eating a splendid dish.

“Did you happen to leave the toys lying in the dormitory again, Ònul?”, the wombat man turned to address the little one. “Toys here and there, toys everywhere! I've been hauling toys all day long. Throught that dang blizzard!”, he continued and began slurping the stew and picking the fatty parts out of it with his fingers.

Ònul looked at the old wombat man with wide eyes, slightly perturbed by his angry tone. “N-No...”, she said truthfully. She had been playing in the dormitory, but without toys this time. The others, though... She saw them leave their toys lying all around. But she didn't want to tell on them to the mean wombat.

“Look. I'm an old man. An old, old man. Far too old for this kind of cleaning. You kids have to learn to clean your mess,” the wombat said, not really directing his words at the child, but talking to himself aloud -- he had a tendency to do that. He then continued, “Besides, if you don't  do that Zomuth will come into your dreams.”

Ònul looked confused and opened her mouth, “Zomuth?”

“Oh, you don't know who that is?”, the wombat man turned slowly to face the child, bent his head slightly towards her, his many amulets dangling from the mess of wooden crowns he wore. “Zomuth Godlygreases is a god. He is the one who rules and controls your dreams...and your nightmares. Your worst nightmares,” 'Bob' said with a sinister voice, doing his best to scare the little one.

But Ònul wasn't scared. Mother and father would protect her. And Ôsed would protect her.



(https://i.imgur.com/tElet6h.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/Ugrb20E.png)

From the journal of mayor Kasat Waxedtiles
8th of Granite, 361

“An unfortunate discovery was made as the ice thawed: the body of Upnal, the guild representative, could be seen at the bottom of the lake.

Nobody seems to know how it happened, how he got there. The wombat man thought that maybe the human had tried his luck in fishing and fell into the water and drowned. He said humans are known for their lack of swimming skills. I don't know. It seems like someone would have noticed if that was the case. The fishing pier is right next to the fishery and brewery!

Others proposed that maybe he had walked on the early deceptive ice and it gave under his weight, dragging him under the ice and muffling all sounds. It sounds possible. And Yawo, yes, Yawo said that it was the 'angry spirits'. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. It could have been the pixies and fairies being mishievous, certainly.

Whatever the reason, we have to get his body out of the water and give him a proper burial. It is only right. And maybe it will help alleviate the eventual situation where I have to explain the whole incident to the humans when they next arrive; how such a thing could come to happen in the village I oversee.

Oh, why doesn't the Prince of Duty show some mercy now and again?”

(https://i.imgur.com/gcexWSJ.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/Wl4CjFa.png)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)



(https://i.imgur.com/cEsHDY8.jpg)
(A view of Waterlures in the late spring of 361)



=====

That's the turn then.

Took a bit longer today than expected. I'll do the overview (probably a short one) and post the save after I wake up. Now a bit too tired to concentrate on that, so I'll just chug a beer or two before sleep.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 30, 2022, 10:10:25 am
Overview:

Here's an overview of Waterlures in late spring 361.

(https://i.imgur.com/tjEudQ1.png)

A general view of the "main" z-level.

On the top left there's the mines, which I expanded slightly (giving the exploratory tunnels a more 'organic' look). However, we have currently more than enough stone for our needs, so that means NO MINING (or digging) should be done on the map.

(https://i.imgur.com/TOp2hA2.png)

Here we have the Mill Gate, which leads to the hilltop and passes Rin's Mill, and the Temple Gate, which leads... nowhere in particular currently. A temple for Ôsed is in the plans, so it'll eventually be there, possibly with a new graveyard.

The drawbridges are controlled from the lever room, which is in the barracks (I'll get to it later).

There's also portcullises (not shown as they're raised). The levers are next to the gates.

All drawbridges and portcullises along with their levers have been named, so there shouldn't be any confusion about what the levers do.

(https://i.imgur.com/q13GiAK.png)

And here we have the levers in the barracks (or Archer's and Hunter's Lodge, as I think I called it earlier). They control all the drawbridges of the walls.

There's usually someone quite close, so it shouldn't take too long for them to be pulled.

(https://i.imgur.com/e5fv2EZ.png)

Here we have the Pen Gate and West Gate. They too have portcullises (raised) and the levers are right next to them. Also, the drawbridge levers are in the barracks.

(https://i.imgur.com/SGcNgvh.png)

Here's the South Gate.

(https://i.imgur.com/0GZnvQH.png)

The lever to the South Gate portcullis is, unlike with other gates, above it. The drawbridge, however, is still controlled from the barracks.

(https://i.imgur.com/omjtaFH.png)

And the East Gate. Portcullis lever next to it, drawbridge from barracks.

(https://i.imgur.com/3wjUnKC.png)

The Hill Gate. From here you get to the statue garden. Portcullis lever next to the gate, drawbridge from the barracks.

(https://i.imgur.com/MW7gryW.png)

Just north of the Mill Gate lie the new catacombs with two shrines in its entry. If someone dies a coffin should be assigned to them as a tomb, not generic burial. Next to the coffin in the nook comes a statue of said person and in front of the coffin a memorial slab.

(https://i.imgur.com/tRxYYwS.png)

Here are the caves. There's a shrine with "monoliths" of garnierite and olivine surrounding it, and in the lower right corner you can see underground trees.

Do not do any stuff in this area or below it (except cull grizzlies and haul stone, if there still is some here).

(https://i.imgur.com/m38lQgI.png)

The "platform" on the lake.

1. Edu's Fishery
2. Vabôk's Dyery (a farmer's workshop and looms are above)
3. Poultry pen and farm plots. On the left are underground plants, on the right are surface plants (which can be used as dye).
4. Butcher's. A tanner can be found just above it.
5. Zon's and Asmel's Tailory.
6. The Guild Hall. Still not seeing much use.
7. Fisheries under Yawo's Clinic.
8. Brewery and Granary.

(https://i.imgur.com/P71cM3k.png)

Datan's beehives are above the Hut of Romancing.

One z-level upwards are the original burial grounds, which are now too crowded.

(https://i.imgur.com/SlQN5hK.png)

Food stores are very good and we have plenty of surplus. Meat and fish can be sold to caravans if need be. Same applies to prepared meals, though don't use them as an exploit (pretend their value is significantly less).

(https://i.imgur.com/xFqBESd.png)

The current population. Almost half are useless children.



Most of the stuff from my previous overview still applies. (You can read it here.) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8414370#msg8414370)

Military & Defenses:

We have three main squads: one geared melee squad (The Fenced Princes), an archer squad (The Turquoise Veils) and a squad composed of the "monks" (The Rough Trances), which is intentionally left unarmed and unarmored.

There's two "civilian" squads, The Maroon Salves and The Whips of Acting. They're currently set on inactive, but can be set on active so they get some of their "practice martial arts" needs done.

FPS:

This has been going down. It's now around 40 on my potato, but sometimes climbs back up to 50.

Giant birds (keas especially) cause lag. I've just exterminated them with DFHack.

Issues:

The human caravan brings sometimes a barrel of "nothing". I think this is caused by my edits to make dyes out of certain plants. The plants otherwise work fine (you can mill and brew them normally), so I guess the change caused some kind of confusion when applied mid-game? (The raws work fine in a newly genned world.)

Regardless, just ignore those barrels. But if you notice some other issue, send me a message.

Speaking of raw edits and issues, to prevent any further unintended stuff from coming up, no more raw editing allowed (me included).

Other Stuff:

I've got plans for most places outside the confines of the walls, so don't do any building or landscaping or whatever there. Chopping down young/small trees is fine, but make sure you don't chop any old/big ones. There actually shouldn't be any need for new logs, since we got quite a bunch of them still.

Like I stated some time ago, we're currently at a point where we really don't need any new stuff. We have enough buildings/houses to suit our needs; there shouldn't be any new grand projects coming up, and most of the necessary production is automated. Shearing and spinning wool is something that should be done regularly and overproducing wool & plant cloth is fine. We need that stuff eventually for clothing.

So, unlike "normal" DF gameplay, focus shouldn't be on building, digging & production -- that's taken care of. What focus should be directed at is following the capies and others in their daily business, check their thoughts and needs (and address them), and if there's something interesting, a report would be nice.

Special attention should be given to the young ones. Some of them will turn twelve and become adults. I've been in my latest updates tried to put more focus on them, since they will soon be our main characters. So, when one becomes an adult, a report is warranted.

Another is deaths. This year (361) there were none when spring arrived, but I don't know what next spring entails. Deaths specifically need to be reported, so pay attention to those announcements.

If mayor/ex-baroness Kasat dies, halt your turn and upload the save. I hope this doesn't happen, but it's possible, and this is the character I've been mostly focused on, so I'd very much like to deal with the aftermath of her death. The turn can continue after I've taken care of the situation (unless some unexpected things arise -- don't know what that would be, though).

Other stuff to do: there's still unmarried capies. I haven't really tried to pair them up, but if you feel like you want to give a shot, go for it. This is why the game was started in the first place.

Yeah, I'm restricting quite a lot what you can do, sorry about that, but I want to make it less likely that there'll be stuff I don't want in the place.

My suggestion for turn length is the current year (361) and the following (362) until spring arrives on year 363. That should reduce the risk of old age deaths (unless everyone suddenly decides to die next spring).

I probably forgot things from this, but it's already way longer than intended. Sorry about that.



I'll just copy-pasta the tl;dr from before (with small edits):

TL;DR

Things lookin' good. FPS ok, but going slowly down.
Keep things small and compact. Big is bad. Big is NO-NO.
No new stockpiles -- if current ones overflow, produce less. Throw excess into garbage or trade.
No visitors allowed!
NO BARRELS IN SEED STOCKPILES!
In fact, don't use bins either (except trade goods, cloth and clothing). Especially in weapon/ammo piles!
Do not dig. We got stone.
Chop only young trees. Don't chop fungiwood trees!
Stone and wood can be ordered from caravans. Next ones should be bringing some.
Pay attention to children growing up. Also deaths. End turn if Kasat dies.
No more RAW editing.
Ask if unsure.
Have fun!



And the save:

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16135

Good luck!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 30, 2022, 01:09:12 pm
Yeah will let you know how Kasat fairs. Gonna check the save first and see where things stand. Also won't produce too much stuff
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 30, 2022, 01:30:41 pm
If there's anything you're unsure of what it is (or if you have plans that you're unsure of), just post a message. I'm online most of the time (when not sleeping), so I'll probably be able to respond pretty quickly (assuming I notice the post).

Oh, about overproduction: we have TONS of bone crafts. Those can be pretty much given freely to caravans (I usually give them 5-10x the value needed for the trade).

...And if you think we need new stockpiles, ask about that also. I've tried to make very specific kinds of stockpiles and avoid generic ones. They're a bit more tedious to make, but in the end I feel they help out a lot with organising stuff and reduce hauling distances.

Also, jugs tend to run out with the bee industry. I usually produce batches of 30-40 (wood or glass) when needed. I've mostly traded royal jelly away to caravans (they're a hassle to search from the trade goods list).

There's a sand collection area just above and right of the entry to the craft/forge/mine area, but it tends to get overgrown with grass. So building a dirt road over it once in a while is recommended to keep it functional.

Here's the location of said sand area:
(https://i.imgur.com/k5YfOFx.png)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on October 30, 2022, 03:34:18 pm
honestly, awesome. so, I have had this idea for a long time, of someone creating a sort of disneyland within DF. Or a particular DF world. A series of setpieces, grand designs, fortresses or settlements, replete with narrative and adventure potential. The idea being, to fill a world with these fortresses as part of a larger series, and give a human touch to the random canvas that is a newly generated plane. anyways Waterlures would fit right in on such a world. 

Perhaps one day DFhack will allow some kind of "fortress teleportation", and we can experience various legendary designs from across dwarven history all within the same landscape.

I'm very glad to see I've judged the animal pen size to be useful.

also, just noticing the 'ramp as roof tile' design styling for the parapets . very nice . reminds me of some of the various minecraft builds and the tricks employed there. there is something to be said about the ability of players to utilize certain visual aspects of these building blocks in place of their functional purposes, to achieve aesthetic goals. its something I admit to not being very creative at - an obsession with purpose and function, or better said a crippling pragmatism is to blame
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 30, 2022, 03:55:32 pm
honestly, awesome. so, I have had this idea for a long time, of someone creating a sort of disneyland within DF. Or a particular DF world. A series of setpieces, grand designs, fortresses or settlements, replete with narrative and adventure potential. The idea being, to fill a world with these fortresses as part of a larger series, and give a human touch to the random canvas that is a newly generated plane. anyways Waterlures would fit right in on such a world.

You're not the only one with such ideas!

I've actually been thinking that at some point when Waterlures runs its course, whether that be a disaster or a stable population of nth generation capies (hoping for the latter), I'd very much like to start another fort in the same world. (Assuming also that I still have interest in it at that point and the save hasn't grown too large for my crappy laptop to handle. But then again, if my interest runs out, maybe someone else can continue the saga?)

In any case, if I ever get my personal mod into a playable state, I'll be doing such a world. Most likely so that I'll be sort of a Dungeon Master (=create the places and "quests") and other players would take on roles of lowly adventurers (you know, the WFRP style misfit/average person who starts from the bottom rungs of society)... (But that's a ways off still, though I hope to get something ready before December.)

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I'm very glad to see I've judged the animal pen size to be useful.

Yeah, it's a perfect fit. Easy to see when it gets too crowded, animals don't scatter and as a bonus it works as a cyclops magnets.

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also, just noticing the 'ramp as roof tile' design styling for the parapets . very nice . reminds me of some of the various minecraft builds and the tricks employed there. there is something to be said about the ability of players to utilize certain visual aspects of these building blocks in place of their functional purposes, to achieve aesthetic goals. its something I admit to not being very creative at - an obsession with purpose and function, or better said a crippling pragmatism is to blame

Can't remember where I learned it from (somewhere on these boards anyway when I was but a lurker), but it was one of the earliest tricks. Since then almost all my forts have had a largish above ground section (so, it's quite a many years I've had time to refine efficient building strategies).

Pragmatism or fortress efficiency on the other hand... Well, that's not something I'm good at (in fact, I'm pretty horrible at that), though Waterlures has actually quite decent hauling distances and stockpile setups.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on October 30, 2022, 06:22:35 pm
State of Affairs 361

Capybara men (m:60 M:120 - Modified by BB)
Zuglar Hoursilver - Manager - 59 (1 safe year)
Luki Shaftvise - Pilgrim - 50 (10 safe years)
Ubbul Dabblegalleys - Woodcutter - 67
Brewer Bob - Chronicler - 67
Sakzul Agebronze - Bookkeeper - 67
King Zultan Scorchlancers - Bonecarver - 51 (9 safe years)
Libash Blotcoal - Pilgrim - 43 (17 safe years)
Zon Mineburned - Pilgrim - 42 (18 safe years)
Logem Weakenedpillar - Glassmaker - 27 (33 safe years)
Edu Sandtick - Weaver - 59 (1 safe year)
Likot Languagehame - Woodcrafter - 27 (33 safe years)
Lor Drinkbust - Woodcrafter - 14
Meng Fancypaddle - Pilgrim - 52
Kib Spearmobbed - Cook - 64
Kudpa Towerfrenzy - Planter - 61
Baroness Waxedtiles - Community Leader - 62
Tekkud Stardust - Astronomer - 52
Suwu Cleanmusics - Archer Captain - 52
Cusal Couragedwiped - Pilgrim - 42



Others
Plump Helmet Man - Avolition Clodcave - 68 years old (8 years above minimum max age 60, maximum max age 80) - At best as 12 years ahead of him. Well lived shroom
Elf - Fayoba Claspedleap - Sheriff - 109 - Is immortal so in theory will live for many generations
Goblin - Rin Fisthearts - 243 - Immortal as well also he is pretty old
Dwarf - Unib Hammerwhipped - 86 (150-170 max age so he has a good 70 years in him)
Badger Woman - Shebi Veilsavior - 62 (60 - 80 so has 18 years at the most left)
Dwarf - Vabok Bronzepost - 90 - (150-170 max age so 60 years before uncertainty)
Mandrill Woman - Yawo Cunningfur - 58 - (60 - 80 so two years before minimum old age hits)
Gorlak - Iteb Hammerpillars - 71 (110 -150 plenty of years left)
Elephant Woman - Song Scarredhex - 36 (60-80)
Saytr - Kumil Goldenclashed - 162 - Immortal
Elephant Man - Canar Spiritcoal - 56 (60 - 80)
Hoary Marmot Man - Asmel Earthenlures - 39 (60 - 80)
Elephant Man - Eman Corwglee - 35 (60 - 80)
Naked Mole Dog Man - Id Pucefloor - 49 (60 - 80)
Dwarf - Datan Netinked - 127 (150 -170)
Leopard Gecko Woman - Odda Leafyveil - 55 (60 - 80)
Mandrill Man - Ova Clearingcrest - 52 (60 - 80)

Also Brewer, i might need to break one of your rules. The child tag on the Capybara men is broken hence we have children aged 12 yet the according to the broken tag they mature at 1 and is moved from normal. Not sure what you want the age to be. Was looking at this to see when the oldest pup would reach adulthood. We have pups that are 12 but not adults and ones that are 14 and are adults. Not sure if inbetween years you did some modification on it.

In reguards to max age ranges since you gave them an extended max range they can in theory live 60 years past 60. Its random so its highly unlikely we will get a death cascade.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 30, 2022, 07:48:14 pm
Yeah, the child tag is broken originally in animal people. Haven't touched it. They don't have a baby phase, but are born as children (they head off immediately to pick up clothes).

The relevant tag in c_variation_default is [CV_NEW_TAG:CHILD:12] so they are children from birth until 12, when they then become adults. The two capies who grew up during my turn were twelve at the point, so it should work normally.

About the maxage change: I did it fairly recently, so it is applied only to the capies born in maybe the last 5 years. Older ones have it still at 60-80 (I believe death year is given during birth and won't change with simple raw modding).

Edit. Re-checked and the child tag is actually added by Modest Mod. Vanilla DF probably uses the capybara animal's child tag, which is 1?

Edit2. But if you feel like you need to change it, go for it. Just make a note what you change and what it was before change. Makes it easier to reverse.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on October 31, 2022, 04:22:12 am
That's a really nice looking place you've made here.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on October 31, 2022, 10:45:30 am
That's a really nice looking place you've made here.

Thanks. I'm pretty satisfied how it's turned out to be. It's also a nice place to explore as an adventurer.

Kudpa Towerfrenzy - Planter - 61

Haven't checked on this one for a while, but she's one of my favorite capies.

Every time I've looked at her thoughts, she was "feeling loathing for talking to a pillar of society." I can imagine this pretty sour old capybara lady going about her daily business, getting all pissed off when the bosses come and talk to you and tell you how you should do things and yadda-yadda. Then she heads off grumbling and snapping at anyone she sees, and it doesn't help that she's old, never found the love of her life and lives in the crappiest room in the whole village -- and to top it off, her neighbors are the goddamn bookkeeper and manager (and their disgusting children)!

(But to be fair, last I checked she was mentally doing pretty well and happy, and she actually has a rather nice personality -- she just doesn't like bosses.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 02, 2022, 01:04:40 pm

In any case, if I ever get my personal mod into a playable state, I'll be doing such a world. Most likely so that I'll be sort of a Dungeon Master (=create the places and "quests") and other players would take on roles of lowly adventurers (you know, the WFRP style misfit/average person who starts from the bottom rungs of society)... (But that's a ways off still, though I hope to get something ready before December.)


yeah this is cool. sign me up once you get this rolling. and try not to befoul yourself with idealized expectations.. its the kind of thing a lot of people might come out of the woodwork to play.

oh man this new version is going to be great for succession games. I hope!!

back on topic, that list is rather worrying. a LOT of old ones damn you weren't kidding.

I feel like DF is the first actual realization of the practical effects of mixed age lengths, in terms of "race" or species. in video game terms at least, I'm sure it's been written about before. but here you see the reality of the dwarf who lives amidst the short lived capys. "All those short lived friends of mine," they might say, "were gone before I really knew them."
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 02, 2022, 02:08:22 pm
yeah this is cool. sign me up once you get this rolling. and try not to befoul yourself with idealized expectations.. its the kind of thing a lot of people might come out of the woodwork to play.

I've managed to get a lot of work done on this in the last couple of days, so currently on schedule (though, it's mostly been copy-pasta from older iterations and "simplifying"/culling stuff + fixing typos -- there's still a ridiculous amount of content that's been accumulated in the last couple years).

Idealized expectations... That's been like an issue for me for most of my life (or more like expecting others to do things my way), and at this point it's a bit hard to learn out of it, haha. But the problem of course is my attitude, not the other players. And I'm quite aware of it. Everyone has their own way to play. :)

oh man this new version is going to be great for succession games. I hope!!

I do hope so! Though I'll probably mostly keep on playing 0.47.05 until Adventure mode comes in.

back on topic, that list is rather worrying. a LOT of old ones damn you weren't kidding.

Yeah, I think I waited too long until the forced marriages. Doing it about ten years earlier would've been good, since at this point we'd be having a steady supply of new adults (who could also have their own families).

But it's also great to notice that how quickly you get to like the characters and are concerned for their well-being. At each spring's arrival I'm horrified to unpause the game in fear of someone dying of old age.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 05, 2022, 08:43:36 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 361

The year of 361 has been peaceful, we still remain a community of 65 strong. This has been a great relief after losing Ilral egunbridges to old age many of the older residents had feared the worse. Ofcourse many of us within the community had fears for our Baroness, with her being in her early sixties she could soon come face to face with Prince. That is to say, if Abod the Prince of Duty braces our presence. It has me pondering about the current king of our civilization, truely an ancient being, he claims to be 425 years old and yet still looks unaged perhaps the Prince will not come for us for a long time. With the dour mood as the new year approached, a group of us organised to have Brewer Bob make the Baroness a special surprise.
(https://i.imgur.com/yM28v8U.jpg)
By the end of spring the new statue was errected, in honor of our amazing leader.
(https://i.imgur.com/IVCGPON.jpg)
This new craft seemed to jolt something within old Avolition, as the faded plump helmet man eagerly limped towards his forge. Soon the ploom of smoke billowed up as the forge ignited once more. He later appeared and started to gather people around as he unveiled.
(https://i.imgur.com/OHL3kpv.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/pOx4mZf.jpg)
As the year grew old, i noticed Iteb curiously reading a scroll, I glazed over and she was reading The Capybara Man and The Monsterous Olives, my first work. It was nice to see. She asked why a book of fiction was with the autobiographs and i just said "my mistake" as i chuckled to myself.
(https://i.imgur.com/dDKceft.jpg)
It was soon four very important birthdays as they were to become adults. First was Oddom Rackknight, upon his celebration he instantly knew what he wanted to be and has decided to become a woodcrafter. No doubt after making his artifact Trampleverse some years back had inspired him down the path. Likot and Lor welcomed him to the profession.

The next day was Atir Archsinged who seemed interested in undertaking gem cutting. Insisting he will practice on rocks first before he touches any of our limited raw gem stocks. I am not sure if this job will last but time will tell

The day after that was Iteb Workgray who practically insisted that i take her on as an apprentice in the library, whilst i said she can certainly help out in the library i need to understand her writting abilities before i can undertake such a role. For now she is doing her own research. Mostly around the flask. I suspect we might have her first work soon.

The last one was lil baron himself, he unlike the rest wasn't too sure what path he wanted to undertake. He seems to mostly be socialising and whilst the job of fisherman was suggested. Due to the ice this has not been seen. However he has been spotted socialing around town so perhaps he seeks to following in his mothers pawsteps.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 05, 2022, 08:58:54 pm
Ooh! Nice to hear a report from Tekkud's perspective. And seems he finally got to write something (I have to admit, I probably hadn't remembered to make any empty scrolls or quires)!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Also, perfect placement for the statue! The empty space was left precisely for that purpose, and what better statue than one to celebrate Mrs. Waxedtiles? (Though I suspect grumpy Kudpa might be of a different opinion.)

Most of the kids seem to choose the path of woodcrafter, which I guess is quite fitting for Waterlures.

About fish, I'm actually not sure if the fish supply from the area has been depleted. I think I lately got just "no fish to catch" messages and didn't see anyone dragging raw fish, but then again I didn't pay much attention to it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 05, 2022, 09:08:43 pm
Yeah thought it would be the approach. I think I made a bunch but he needed years to do more research that book I believe was authored some time ago but they have no announcement so they do fell under the radar. But our newest scholar appears to be currently researching so we could have a new book

Yeah, I thought it looked empty and needed something and asked for a statue of baroness made of marble and it was a masterwork which is even better.

It's the artifact ones as they have insane skill after making an artifact so they gravitate towards it.

Also if there any particular job path you want lil baron to undertake wasn't too sure what the little fella would do so I just put him on fisher duty in the meantime. I see it as relaxing whilst thinking on his future.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 05, 2022, 09:33:00 pm
Fisher duty sounds fine! You're free to choose the paths for the children (no restrictions on that stuff). So, anything you think is fitting, go for it.

It's sort of odd that most kids have made wood artifacts in their moods. Usually it's just bonecarvers I get from kids who've had their mood.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 05, 2022, 11:15:30 pm
nice update, and artifact! Also what a funny book. Merely a list of things getting stolen, written in ( surely ) a bitter tone.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 07, 2022, 03:44:17 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 362

The year of 362 was a scary year to say the least. Where to start. The year was as peaceful as ever, the newest adults have been settling into their roles. Ofcourse Baron still seemed unable to work. It seems the fish that were once bountiful within our waters had slowly disappeared. Our ecology books suggest that overfishing is often such a cause but i don't recall us having done too much fishing which might suggest some kind of enviromental change. We decided to restrain from fishing for now, not that you can catch anything anyway. We hope that fish will migrate and return to our waters but time shall tell.

During summer, heavy footsteps were heard as Egul Bristleberry the Large Scribe, the ettin came to raid our village.
(https://i.imgur.com/96qFs2s.jpg)
However his pounding footsteps made his approach obvious and our monk friends were waiting for him. Song the Monk hid in the bushes with the rest of her squad. As soon as the ettin approached Song punched the ettin in the foot causing it to sickenly twist as the sound of flesh ripping followed by a large thud was heard. Then what could only be described as an absolute beating occured. The ettin vomited onto itself as it striggled to break grip. Attached is the fight records as best as were described. The killing blow was given to Song Scarredhex as she pounded the beasts upper body into a fine paste.
Spoiler: Battle Report (click to show/hide)
A few months later it was time for some more birthdays, Cerol Giltfences was first. He showed interest in the products of our beekeeping endevors and has decided to take up wax working. A fine craft indeed that requires a skilled hand. Hopefully we can start to see his goods soon.

Next was Kogan Girderreigned, after a week of him struggling to think of a job. It was suggested he take up being a tavern keeper of our other tavern. The hope being it might allow him to work on his shyness. This will take time ofcourse but we are hopeful.

Then was Aban Colorwhips, he seemed to take interest with Avolitions forge and after making a carved note. The plump helmet man seemed to nod before stumpling and then limping towards the forge. Certainly he is getting up in the years, his once bright purple hue has become more sun bleached and crumbly. Aban has of late started wood burning, he is not sure why he need to learn this first but i guess its to get him used to the heat before he works on the forge.

Lastly was Datan Futuretours, he as a child had maded a giant tortoise shell gauntlet known as Blamefear the Erased Sewer but he seemed highly interested in mechanisms and gears often loaning certain books from the library to get inspired. He has started working on the mechanisms and various mechanical devices so its safe to assume we will have a new mechanic.

As the year draw to the close the familiar sounds of heavy footsteps were heard and once again a loud thud soon after. It was Elo Sportquest the Call of Bejeweling. Seemed the giant thought he could do what the Ettin earlier in the year couldn't.
(https://i.imgur.com/gMU8gYa.jpg)
But before he could engage our squad. He encountered the human guild representive and their two crossbow wielding body guards. The fight soon became identical to that of the ettin. Vabok Bronzeposts, one of the dwarves was attributed the final blow however due to the mess of the body some suggest it was Song and others suggesting another monk entirely. Needless to say the community is safe and secure. Attached below are the battle reports as best as i could transcribe.
Spoiler: Battle Report (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 07, 2022, 04:54:40 pm
Quite the year the denizens of Waterlures faced!

That poor, poor ettin. What a brutal beating. Those elephant man monks sure are no joke with their fists. Also, looks like Edu (I think he's the spear master) got involved too, beating with his crutch and gnashing with his teeth. I guess he might bear a bit of grudge against giantkin after he lost his foot/paw to the cyclops.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 07, 2022, 05:15:26 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 363

It appears the Prince has arrived upon or fortress on the eve of the new year. When Aban entered the forge on new years day, he saw Master Weaponsmith Avolition hunched over the forge unmoving. He soon gathered the rest of us and we had to think of burial sites for the fungi man. We decided to finally sort out the crypt. It had been meant for us citizens but someone had burried a bunch of animals in there. After removing all the animal bones and building new caskets we were ready to begin. Brewerbob constructed a masterwork marble coffin and the plump helmet man was sealed away. Being a plump helmet man he was unable to communicate in the normal fashion. He was able to read via braile and limited communication was afforded. No one really knew of his history, all we knew was he must of been trained in smithing by the dwarfs due to his technique and that he had a knack of weaponsmithing. We were unsure if he even had a family out there. It was a sorrowful spring.

On the 15th of Felsite i decided i would offically take Iteb under my wing and teach her scholarly pursuits. She has such potential.

The rest of the year was mostly silent as everyone worked, the towns crypts were being organised and a clear sign that read "CITIZENS ONLY" was errected above the entrances to ensure no more animal burials occured. Aban has offically agreed to undertake weaponsmithing and armorsmithing should the need arize but he still seems to be following his own goal of furniture and crafts. He was still following Avolitions training and is mostly smelting. He said next year he will try and make some crafts and put the little knowledge he learned to use.

As the end of the year approached, wax goods seemed to sell well, however the practice stones used for gem cuttering weren't as appealing to the traders.

Ofcourse another bunch of young capys would enter professions this year. Firstly Litast Razortongues, has taken up brewing. Seeking to make great drinks unthought of.

We then had Fikod Livingglazes who took up a more solid job as a stoneworker.

Fath Ironorgan has decided to dabble in carpentry, woodcutting and woodcraft

Lastly Olon Seerlances has shown an interesting in medicine and will become a doctor for the fortress working under the forts witchdoctor. Perhaps some magic might rub off on them.

I pray that the next year doesn't herald another visit of the princes arrival.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 07, 2022, 07:09:57 pm
Oh no, not the plump helmet man!  :'(

Avo was one of my favorites... One by one they begin to drop.

...but at least the shroom died peacefully of old age and not in the hands of one of the giants. Pity he never fully recovered from his wounds during the early years of the settlement.

(Oh, those tombs were actually intentionally for pets, but it's fine to relocate their remains and repurpose the crypt hall for Avo's final resting place. I think he'd probably rather be interred there than in the new dirt catacombs where Ilral was entombed.)

Lastly Olon Seerlances has shown an interesting in medicine and will become a doctor for the fortress working under the forts witchdoctor. Perhaps some magic might rub off on them.

Good thinking there. Yawo won't be around for long, so an apprentice is certainly needed.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 07, 2022, 07:17:10 pm
Yeah it was sad, didn't think he would go so soon but he did. He had not much time left anyway but the forge is in good hands now.

Yeah the goal is to try and plug the eventual gaps i see here. I also see i missed a piece of the story that i will ammend now but in late spring of 363 Tekkud Stardust accepted Iteb Workgray as his apprentice. So thats cool, also might chuck Olon Seerlances in at somepoint as medical training seems to rarely come into play but i know that dragons still roam the world and i know they will come at somepoint.

Also not sure how much longer i will play before returning it. Thinking 364/365. Also the giant kea's are very laggy. Good thing i exterminate them. I can play for longer but i don't want to take too long with it. Plus i miss your writting. Will still take a few years in the future if thats still happening
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 07, 2022, 08:08:48 pm
364/365 sounds like a good plan. Rather not longer than that, since I'd like to do some stuff with several characters before they die of old age.

And yeah, the giant keas... I think I added several extra z-levels to the sky in world gen (maybe 3?), so it could have affected how much they cause lag? But exterminate is the way to go. No need to go through the frustration of sudden FPS drop and try to kill them with the archers.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 10, 2022, 07:05:54 pm
@AvolitionBrit, what's your schedule with finishing your turn, any idea?

If you're able to finish it by the end of the week, it'd be great. (But if it's too soon, I can wait, of course.)

I've got quite a bit of my modding project done and a distraction away from it would be good. So, Waterlures would be a good way to have a break from that stuff (since I apparently always end up using my spare time one way or the other on DF related stuff).

(Also, quite the capybara itch starting to build up.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 10, 2022, 07:17:03 pm
Hey @BrewerBob, you will have the save tomorrow. Just intime for the weekend to fill your Capy itch.

Just need to finish the year and sell some of the excess stuff i made. Then post. But looking forward to getting it back to you and seeing your writtings on the Capy's so detailed and articulate. Also let me know if your busy again as il happly pick it up again.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 10, 2022, 07:36:38 pm
Oh, nice!

Waiting to read the final report and pick up the save.

But looking forward to getting it back to you and seeing your writtings on the Capy's so detailed and articulate. Also let me know if your busy again as il happly pick it up again.

Glad to know you like the writing.

I'm usually never too busy (for the near future), but I'll certainly try not to spend all my spare time on the capies this time (as to get other projects done). So, when folks know when they'd have time for a turn, just send a message and I'll get the save up and an overview done before that (this includes you too @Salmeuk, if you're still interested in having a turn).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 10, 2022, 08:44:16 pm
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When Aban entered the forge on new years day, he saw Master Weaponsmith Avolition hunched over the forge unmoving.

RIP Avolition. A chapter comes to a close as we lose the oldest and most experienced Capys.

 keep me updated, I will throw in for a turn at some point, but business is eternal this time of year.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 11, 2022, 02:50:30 am
It's strange to see people dying of old age in this game, just goes to show how different this fort town is from the others.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 12, 2022, 07:45:15 am
So with Waterlures, i have it ready to go but with file depot down and im going away for the night its gonna be a day longer before i upload it. My hope is by Sunday il be back and file depot is back online
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 12, 2022, 10:13:41 am
Yeah, it's been down since yesterday, so I was expecting a delay. No worries.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 13, 2022, 01:27:14 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 364

The past year has been great but soured by an event. As the year began things were looking good, everyone was alive and well. Our little community is thriving as ever. During midspring, a sound of heavy footsteps were once again heard and sure enough another ettin, the squad knew the drill.
(https://i.imgur.com/nkiKvue.jpg)
The Monk Eman Corwglee ran up and punched it in its right foot expecting it to fall but it didn't. He went to strike it on its left foot and the creature tumbled down and was beaten to death.
Spoiler: Battle Logs (click to show/hide)
Whilst fighting the beast, he dropped an artifact cloth known in the old tounge as Runaluth, Oldmatches is a legendary cotton cloak. I dated back to the early 3rd century. Its history was rather interesting it seems.
(https://i.imgur.com/NoFTjD3.jpg)
Made by the Human Dilol Romantic weakened to sanctify the human Ohe Ivoryflags. This being her cloak. According to historical records it was an object of worship on display in Shockedhelms. In particular inside The Grizzly Temple run by The Order of Harvesters. A significant religon in our current time. They worship the human deity Zoku the Permanency of Quests. She is the god of youth and longevity. It appears Ohe Ivoryflags was a holy vigor which is quite a high rank in the religon.
(https://i.imgur.com/fzTghY5.jpg)
What makes this interesting is that she had done the same by creating Sculptedtorches the Grizzly Hewels, the human bone totem to preserve Lami Seizedglimmer who was also a holy vigor at one point but rose to the rank of Exalted Persuasion. He himself during the toteming process was entombed within The Tomb of Ticking. It resides in Fencereined also home to the Sanctuary of Geniuses. A library i know all too well and was raided some years back. The tomb is currectly inhabited by squaters and is often raided by kobolds for treasures. Including this totem which resides in the hands of kobolds.
(https://i.imgur.com/ge5RozB.jpg)
Ramble aside, this religon has a fascinating affinity for artifacts and preserving themselves via proxy. Truely this artifact is of historical and religous importance and must be looked after. We might have to build a small musuem to house stuck artifacts should we come across more.

I had done it, i had discovered the metaphysics of wholes and parts. My mind floods with new philosophical questions and ideas.
(https://i.imgur.com/eLq5nFI.jpg)

Oh where was I, yes. As Spring was reaching its end, a werebeast attacked. A dwarf that rapidly warped into a form a kangaroo.
(https://i.imgur.com/nqy8nlf.jpg)
A human bowman passing through town was screaming out in pain as it was savaged by the creature. The towns militia quicky rushed over but it was on the other side of town. Poor Lor, he was storing away a pickaxe when the beast pounced for him. The young Capy was brave and effortlessly deflected the beasts attacks, quickly striking back in its left lower leg. This caused the beast to fall to the ground, another swing of the pickaxe torn into the beasts arm, the another to its neck as her went to deliver the coup de grâce upon the beast her stumbled and the beast went for a bite as the pickaxe impailed its head. It was terrible, he knew what had happen as the curse had been passed to him.
(https://i.imgur.com/ZGvLr4k.jpg)
He quickly fled and confided in me the truth asking about anyway to cure him of this horrid affliction.
Spoiler: Battle Log (click to show/hide)
I pondered on it for a few days and revealed that sadly he would be forever afflicted with the curse. Doomed to live eternally or until struck down by another.
(https://i.imgur.com/c81WE7Q.jpg)
I appologised as i was not knowledgible on such matters and pointed him in the dirrection of Yawo our local witch doctor. She claimed it was a cursed bestowed by the rabbit god Osed, the god of mountains, light, day, sun, nature, weather, sky and the stars. It was likely her cursed was given to a mortal as punishment long ago and what it had been passed onto Lor. If he wanted to cleanse his spirit he would have to undertake a religous journey away from here somewhere  close but away so that he can pray and seek Osed's blessing.

We had no choice so i sent a letter to the fortrest Retreat north west of us, Morningwilt and they happily offered to take him in and look after him. Especially during his full moon episodes, it seemed like the best place for Lor. Not too far away but close enough to nature and hopefully Osed. In not a religous Capy but i certainly have him in my prayers and thoughts and i wonder if i can assist him in anyway. On this topic we finally have a town messenger. Seems little baron has taken up the minor noble roll. Perhaps as a way to hone his skills. This will hopefully be a fruitful endevour.

On a personal note I wish i had more time, my fur is starting to show that shining silver, my body is starting to wither and i fear that i have so much to ponder. I often find myself thinking upon my own mortality and the posibilities of extending that but i know such knowledge is taboo. I won't pursue it no matter how alluring it may be.

On a more interesting note, as early summer arrived, we got word that a new hillocks in the southeast had been founded and incorporated into our holdings, this was good news as it showed the mountainhome had seen our economic value. Lil Baron reports that they have some works that would be willing to move here to work should we need them.
(https://i.imgur.com/49Vf6aW.jpg)
But then a month later, another one to the south was founded. Truly interesting, we clearly are becoming an economic powerhouse in the area.
(https://i.imgur.com/OdvMUrS.jpg)
As the rest of the year continued, we were given the peace we have needed especially after the traggic loss of one of our youngest adults.

Below is the map of our local area and our holdings.
(https://i.imgur.com/KbOzm4y.jpg)


Playing a little more as i await file depot to come back online.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 13, 2022, 01:50:14 pm
a true hydraulic empire unfolds before our eyes.

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Ramble aside, this religon has a fascinating affinity for artifacts and preserving themselves via proxy. Truely this artifact is of historical and religous importance and must be looked after. We might have to build a small musuem to house stuck artifacts should we come across more.

never seen this .. awesome. That cloth cloak is a rather tasteful artifact, as well. "Oldmatches" and what a history! only to be delivered by an ettin
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

don't werebeast attacks sometimes feel like assassinations? like, arrival --> kill one or two citizens ---> GTFO seems to be the standard formula of a were attack. Was Lor truly just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or is there some deeper conspiracy here?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 13, 2022, 01:59:48 pm
It certainly is an interesting history. That religon has lots of these artifacts that perserve the religous figure. Here is one that was stolen by a dragon, made a family heirloom of the dragon, stolen from the dragon and is now in a human towns local pub as a display piece. Also that person who stole it was also a member of The Order of Harvesters. They take great lengths to get their artifacts back.
Spoiler: Another Religous Totem (click to show/hide)
Also that dragon, is one of the two dragons still alive so they could appear one day O-O

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 13, 2022, 02:23:42 pm
Glad you kept going since DFFD is down!

I really have to delve deeper into the legends of this world. I've just done it rather briefly when starting the game to get some kind of overview.

Most of the interesting stuff seems to originate in the north, which our civ isn't part of, so it sort of helps to RP that we don't know much about the area (despite some characters having roots in the Bent Spears and Typhoon of Lusters).

Pity about Lór... Wasn't he the oldest son of Edu & Kib?

I do like that you sent him to Morningwilt, lol. I wonder if any of the "original" 7 dwarves are still there? (Some were there still several years back when I last checked.) In any case, I guess we'll probably be seeing more werekangaroos.

Quite surprised about hillocks popping up suddenly. We only got the one economically linked (Morningwilt) in the start, but since then... Nothing. Until now, some 40+ years later. Interestingly they're quite close to the camp I founded, which was inhabited by some dwarves the last time I visited it. Wonder if there's a connection?

don't werebeast attacks sometimes feel like assassinations? like, arrival --> kill one or two citizens ---> GTFO seems to be the standard formula of a were attack. Was Lor truly just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or is there some deeper conspiracy here?

Now that you mention it, I might have some ideas regarding this theory...

Also, getting ideas from the religion and its artifacts, if we feel like stirring up things a bit at some point.

Spoiler: non-Waterlures stuff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 13, 2022, 02:44:28 pm
Yeah, i don't use legends religously, if there is an interesting event, i will look at what was involved.

There is a massive werekangeroo linege. Lor was 4th Generation cursed. Some units are 5th and possibly 6th Generation cursed.

Lor was indeed the first born of Edu & Kib but atleast he is still alive. I imagine they take day trips to visit him and send lil baron out to bring him carepackages. Hope he doesn't come attack warerlures, would be sad to see.

I believe five of the dwarves are still alive there. Along with the 65 humans.



Spoiler: No Waterlures (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 13, 2022, 08:37:35 pm
Hope he doesn't come attack warerlures, would be sad to see.

That would be horrible. Assuming Edu would be still alive at such a moment, as a member of the Fenced Princes*, he'd be among those having to face the werekangaroo... He's probably the one in Waterlures who has faced the most tragedies & unfortunate stuff in his life (okay, maybe Datan the dwarf's life has been more tragic, but he's been around for a long time).

(* = Now that I think of it, the name Fenced Princes is actually a brilliant DF generated name for the squad. Some food for thought: one could imagine the name means that they're trying to keep the Prince of Duty from taking poor souls away from their community, sort of like keeping Abod "fenced" away from the living.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 17, 2022, 07:17:11 pm
looking forward to the continuation, once we sort out DFFD or alternatives
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 17, 2022, 08:03:42 pm
Hope it won't take too much longer. (Glad that we got an update on the unfortunate situation today.)

Feeling already that I probably have to re-read or skim through all Waterlures posts to get oriented and remember stuff for my turn. (In fact, I probably should do that before getting the save, so as not to spend precious game time on it.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 18, 2022, 03:26:43 am
Hope it won't take too much longer. (Glad that we got an update on the unfortunate situation today.)
I'm out of touch with what's going on all I know is that it's down so what's the unfortunate situation?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 18, 2022, 09:28:13 am
Hope it won't take too much longer. (Glad that we got an update on the unfortunate situation today.)
I'm out of touch with what's going on all I know is that it's down so what's the unfortunate situation?

The server space ran out and the database got messed up beyond recovery:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180566.0
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 18, 2022, 01:40:25 pm
This is sad, looks like il create another account and list if its back up if not Google drive.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 19, 2022, 02:56:00 am
Well that's a shame, at least they were able to save some of it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 21, 2022, 04:40:45 pm
DFFD is up and running:

http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180566.msg8429155#msg8429155

(Had to make a new account, but that was a minute project.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 21, 2022, 05:23:41 pm
Il make a new account and upload the save, still need to post a year or two cannot recall but i have my note.

Edit: It seems that links to the original files are still intact if linked correctly so nothing is truely lost, just orphaned.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 21, 2022, 09:57:58 pm
Il make a new account and upload the save, still need to post a year or two cannot recall but i have my note.

Edit: It seems that links to the original files are still intact if linked correctly so nothing is truely lost, just orphaned.

Yeah, it really doesn't affect Waterlures, since the file descriptions are not so important with save files.

Let me know when you've put the save up, so I can continue the peaceful lives of the elderly (and soon-to-be-adult) capies.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 22, 2022, 05:31:09 pm
Sorry for taking a while, here is the save. The year is 367, i have one year to post and one to write up.

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16163
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 22, 2022, 06:11:58 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 365

What a year, this has been. During spring, small vibrations were felt. Something was coming, sure enough sneaking, a large booming voice cried out "Our time in The Ehchanted Dimensions is so brief.. Ahhhhh! No!". Followed by "Help!, save me!". Another big folk slain by Canar Spiritcoal who had killed that cycolps some years back. I inquired if anyone required aid and got filled in on the events. Find my report attached.
(https://i.imgur.com/poZAOav.jpg)
It seems the big folk are either getting smarter or this was just a one off. The big hunk of meat ambushed the Witch-Doctor charging her and knocking her to the ground. What followed was a chase through statues whilst our milita arrived and what followed was an all too familar brutal beating. King Zultan arriving first on the scene quickly bashed the beast multiple times and was event responsible for causing the beast to fall.
Spoiler: Battle Report (click to show/hide)
As we need better understading and documentation of medical reports and medical training. I have been teaching the little suturing i know to Iteb. Olon was preoccuppied but we can show her what we know later.
(https://i.imgur.com/mxO7drk.jpg)
As if spring wasn't eventful enough, one of our worse fears happened. Another werebeast attack, the sicking vile creature was a twisted mockery of a gecko, its limbs contorted and convulsed like a pulsating bullfrog.
(https://i.imgur.com/mxO7drk.jpg)
It barreled towards poor Zultan and then...

In a single blow King Zultan, bashes the beasts head in. Its disgusting head exploding into chunks of gore. Thank godness he and everyone else is safe.
Spoiler: Battle Report (click to show/hide)
My mind quickly returns to Lor. Poor guy, from the letter lil baron delivered to me, it appears he is doing well in morning wilt. A group of dwarves their know of his condition and keep him secured during the fullmoon. I hope he has come to terms with the curse of Osed he bears. It is my belief that currently Osed is pleased that he is within a forest retreat, may Osed mighty stars shine brightly for the poor lad.

Towards the later half of the year two more hillocks sprung up with a month between them. Truely fascinating, Baron has spoke to them and has even said that workers from these hillocks would come and work for us if given the message to do so. A possibility should we need laborers which unless we have some massive construction planned i don't think the kind dwarves offer will be needed. I have updated the map and attached it below.
(https://i.imgur.com/tYxPyXe.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/YOHwS3y.jpg)
Two new additions to the working world Ablel Sprinklegorges and Unib Bridgeriddle have decided to become a cheesemaker and milker respectivly. I for one welcome this as it is something i have been craving for while as i study away.

In other news lil baron is shaping up to a grand noble capy, he is currently being trained in combat so he will know how to defend himself on his journeys of diplomacy. He seems rather fond of his steel shield and seems to be wielding Avolitions old hammer.
(https://i.imgur.com/b6LCA8V.jpg)
Current Map of our Holdings:
(https://i.imgur.com/iTwvIKi.jpg)
(OOC - Keep Olon in the library, she is likely to pick up little pieces of medical skills, not alot but better than the none she currently has)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 22, 2022, 06:50:48 pm
Nice!

No worries on the delay. It was a good excuse to get things done on the modding front (I think I've got it now mostly sorted out, though there's still quite a bit of placeholder stuff).

That giant encounter could've cost Yawo her life. Looks like she was quite lucky. Maybe the civilian unarmed training has helped her to hone her dodging skills (I think she's in one of the civilian squads)?

And wow, quite a number of hillocks. Guess that new dwarf baron at the Mountainhome (or wherever he is currently) is a duke by now? Not that it affects Waterlures much...for now.

I'll keep Olon in the library. Any other stuff to consider?

Just snagged the save and will probably start my turn tomorrow or the day after.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 22, 2022, 08:01:14 pm
Tekkud Stardusts Yearly Review 366

The year was quiet, Kudpa Towerfrenzy was hobbling along the riverbed. She was out foraging in the early morning of spring. The dew and low hanging sun cascaded down as vibrant specturms of light echoed out through the entire town. Such a beautiful sight to behold and i assume to Kudpa it was especially glorious as she was a worshiper of Mater, the human god of rainbows. Whever it was Maters glorious rainbow or just the sheer sight of it all. She collapsed into the dew covered grass. A few of us rushed over to help her but there was nothing to be done. She had passed peacefully in the grass. It was truly a sad but poetic moment to behold. We soon had her interred within the crypt. With all her great stonework she had created in her lifetime it would be a shame to see it go to waste. I soon hatched my plan
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The whole town helped as he brought the pedestals up and hauled the giant bones of our dead invaders and soon enough I had several grand specimens on display. Two Cyclops, two giants and two ettins. All on display for current and future generations to behold. It took me most of the year to piece together the bones, espeically the older ones that had sunk somewhat into the mud below our feet.
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The milita have recently taken up a project to train some bears for combat. Only time will tell how well this will go.

It seems things are looking up, Baroness got some interesting words from the outpost liason. She decided to treat us all by order some strange and exotic meats. We soon learned her plan for these.
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We also welcomed three more adult Capy's to the working world as Dishmab Mirrortraded, Geshud Cruxfloors and Inod Oilyround. Inod instantly sought to created a great work of art and insisted to become an engraver. Dishmab took a liking to the art of brewing and distiling. As for Geshud, he appears to show an interesting in leathercrafts so perhaps a leatherworker?

Last years, two new additions to the working world Ablel Sprinklegorges and Unib Bridgeriddle have settled in well to their new roles of cheesemaker and milker remarkibly well. Needless to say im looking forward to their cheesemaking future endevors as the current cheese they are making is amazing and i must confess i do find myself cutting a block or two off before bed. Infact Ablel has been giving demonstrations on his cheesemaking craft. He has certainly become proficient in a year.
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To celebrate the year, Kib Spearmobbed decided to put on a grandfeast during the winter. We all got out some chairs, constructed a great roaring fire and feasted on some of Kib's finest work. A myriad of stews which went down as well as the Sasquach heart roast, which reminds to to ask baroness to "add it to the list" when shopping for meats. May the next year be sucessful and fruitful.

Spoiler: The Feast (click to show/hide)
(OOC : As for other stuff to consider not really, you have some stuff to sell. Trade has been good so we might get elevated and perhaps win baroness her title back. Beware the game has been throwing semimega beasts at us which have been easy but we might get a megabeast so training could be useful. Hence why baron is currently training. The only other thing is if you can uploading the save every year or frequent enough so i can dig through the legends and look at the greater worlds goings on and perhaps a few fluff pieces by Tekkud Stardust commenting on events idk. Good luck with the fort)

In regards to the Baron becoming a duke, he is not yet but that message could mean next year he will. I was curious about this dwarf who stole the title from our leader. What followed is clearly corruption of the highest order.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 22, 2022, 08:27:43 pm
Oh no, Kudpa died!

Such a sad thing...

I mean, she was doing well, but she really, really loathed the nobility. Every time I checked her thoughts, she had been pissed off with 'em nobles (no doubt she kept running frequently into the manager and bookkeeper as she lived next door to them).

She was like the old grumpy lady who never got married despite wanting a family, snapping at everyone and so on. I really hoped she'd be able to find joy before her death.

Geesh, I guess I've come quite attached to these 'c' letters on the screen.



I've actually been checking now and then on the usurper baron, and yeah, seems like he's got some plans brewing. We'll see where this leads...

Concerning megabeasts. I'll probably have to check that have I made them trapavoid. It's something I sometimes do, but can't remember if I did it here. I think (and hope) not, but better be sure of it.

...And a good idea and reminder about the yearly saves. I've been thinking of that earlier, but forgot to ask if folk would want it. So, I'll be posting them from now on (send me a reminder if I forget!).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 22, 2022, 10:59:11 pm
curious political schemes, indeed. The treasure is a dead giveaway.

"Excuse me, sir, why do you carry as much loot as a Oblivion character?"


Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 23, 2022, 08:00:50 am
Dang villainous dwarves stealing our towns titles.


Also pretty cool my guy killed the werebeast with one hit.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 23, 2022, 08:56:16 am
Indeed the villainous Stukos Matchedsabres is living the life of luxury and is clearly profiting over our growth and hold. According to the wiki since we have 4 holdings, if we have a high export amount he could be promoted to count. Additionally we are close on the baron triggers that it could cause our "baron" to arrive at the site.

If that occurs, i see that as the necromancer king, insisting that his lavish holding is a suitable living situation and to get this guy off the kings vast treasure hoard.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 10:10:28 am
There's quite a bit more to Stukos than one might guess.

If you look closely at his father's name, you might notice something awfully familiar there... Might change opinions of the capies on a certain dwarf if that ever comes to be common knowledge.

Also, Stukos has only one child still alive (who was imprisoned by goblins and lives among them, so it might be interesting if he ever inherits the baronial position). Most of them have met a tragic end during werebeast attacks, but there's one interesting death: Iden Geardead who drowned in the year 336.

Where did she drown? Well, in Waterlures.

Who was she? She was the outpost liaison of the Fenced Amusement and she was appointed to the position only a year before her father, Stukos, took the position of baron from our beloved Kasat.

Makes you wonder what kind of foul play was at work from the outpost liaison and was her drowning five years later an accident after all?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 23, 2022, 10:46:29 am
was pretty tired and did a light read of him. Yeah his family had its own chain of werezebra that resulted in a lot of his childrens deaths.

Didn't realise the fathers name... feels like someone has some explaining to do. Also interesting that this is more layered than one imagined. A dwarf who has lost too much to lose his daughter in a place that likely his father assured to him was safe. Makes you wonder.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 11:04:30 am
Didn't realise the fathers name... feels like someone has some explaining to do.

Yeah, I only noticed this after you posted the image with the family tree. Was like, "now wait I second... I know that dwarf!" and oh my.

Will have to see how this will be spun into the narrative at some point... (I do have some ideas, but I'll need to do a bit more research before that to "keep in line" with what the game actually says.)

Other than that, just been checking the state of things in Waterlures.

Looks good except I'll have to do quite the amount of butchering: we got over 200 animals, welp. (I probably forgot to mention that once in a while you should cull the lambs and what-not. Not a biggie, though the stores won't be enough for all that meat and fat, lol.)

I'm also assigning rooms to the kids who've grown up and all sorts of other not-so-interesting things that need to be done when a kid becomes an adult.

And it'll take a bit of time to reorient myself to the Waterlures mood, so there won't necessarily be actual game time today (so, don't expect a report).

Edit. Damn, I love this game. No matter how much you play DF, it always throws something unexpected and super interesting in your face. Easily the best story-telling tool there is to be found.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 11:31:32 am
Not sure if you noticed AvolitionBrit, but 15 year old Kogan (the son of Kib and Edu) is married to Fikod (the daughter of 'Zultan' and Ilral, also 15 years)! (Or, maybe you posted about it and I just missed it?)

This is actually very good news. I was a bit worried will we get the new capies to pair up, but looks like they've done it all by themselves without any guidance! Yay!

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 23, 2022, 11:37:53 am
Wait yes i did. It was in my notes but i didn't write it. Will ammend when i return(was uber late whilst writing). I think they wont need your push as they are no longer modified adventurers and might add some more spontaneous marriages and births. Will be interesting to map out a grand family tree after this or even the next generation of Capy's.

Looking forward to your update.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 12:54:03 pm
Ha, noticed you've made more wooden platforms above the ones below the beehives. That was a good idea. I'll just make minor adjustments to make it "consistent" with the others (add grates as railing and "support" pillars, just a small aesthetic change).

Also, one more note on our suspicious dwarf tavern keeper Datan Netinked:
"He is quite ambitious."

'nuff said.

Suggestions and speculations on his role in Stukos rising to the position of baron of Waterlures and stripping nobility away from Kasat is welcome (feel free to check the Legends from the last save for this). Might also point out that he has poor analytical abilities and poor empathy, but a good memory and a great deal of patience. So not the brightest fellow, but shrewd and willing to take time to see his plans come to fruition...

(I'll try to tie this in more closely with what's happening around, but we'll see as there's other stuff also going on.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 23, 2022, 03:47:31 pm
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Also, one more note on our suspicious dwarf tavern keeper Datan Netinked:
"He is quite ambitious."

foreshadowing? hmmmm

btw feel free to modify the statue garden, or use it as some kind of plot device, even if that changes it's form or whatever.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 04:21:53 pm
Got finally into unpausing the game, and oh boy did things take a turn straight off the bat.

Probably a short report coming later this day.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 08:27:34 pm
Part I:
A New Chapter Begins

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2nd of Granite, 367

The moment everyone had feared for arrived with spring: 'Baroness' Kasat Waxedtiles, the beloved community leader, was dead.

It was Song Scarredhex, the elephant woman monk, who found her, slumped on the floor of the masonry and crafting halls near the forge. Yawo, unmoved by Kasat's demise, had surmised that the 'angry spirits finally came for her, she had it coming' -- a statement that didn't surprise anyone, really, but was deemed highly inappropriate in the situation.

(https://i.imgur.com/h7z1TRu.gif)

An emergency meeting was called by the others in charge, and all the capybaras headed to the Fruit of Letters in an early spring blizzard (a common occurence around the Lakes of Saturnity).

It was a glum meeting and everyone felt at loss, not knowing what to do, until Logem stepped up and opened his mouth, “The baroness may be gone now, but Waterlures is not. We are here still and without her guidance I am sure I would not exist and the lot of you would still live under the firm grip of that king, that Unaging King I've heard so much about.”

Logem was quite surprised of himself opening his mouth. and realised he was now the center of attention. He began to feel nervous as his crippling shyness crept back in, “I-I mean, we have been tasked with things... And if one has a task, it should be done... Umm... Correctly, I guess.”

Likot, noticing her brother faltering, came to his aid, “I believe what my brother means, is that it now up to us to keep things going and running smoothly. It may have been Mrs. Waxedtiles who guided us and envisioned this place, but it was us, us together, who built this place. The whole of Waterlures is the product of our hard work, and if we keep going, upholding Kasat's vision, we will continue to thrive. Continue to grow. Continue to become the grandest of places and a haven for all capybara people -- and others who choose not to live under the King's fist.”

There were many 'hear! hears!' and 'aye! ayes!' going around the crowd.

One of the dwarf monks, Unib Hammerwhipped, spoke up next, “I salute Miss Likot! Well spoken! I'm happy to help here, and thus, I propose we hold a meeting: a citizens' assembly of sorts where we discuss the community's goals and direction, and who should be in charge.”

He cleared his throat before continuing, “Now this may be a bit too dwarven for you, but it is customary for the hill dwarfs to hold these kind of assemblies in late Obsidian, choosing a new mayor from their ranks among other things. Naturally, everyone is allowed to join in the decisions, and so it would be here, too. What say you to this?”

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From the journal of Likot Languagehame, Mayor of Waterlures
3rd of Granite, 367

“What a surprise this is: the newly formed Assembly of Citizens chose me to be the new mayor of Waterlures! Such elation I feel!

Yet I can not be but conflicted by this: Baroness Kasat was a wonderful leader, a glorious leader. The best one could hope for. I do not think I am really fit to put my paws in her shoes, but I will do my bestest.

As a first order of business, I've ordered a mausoleum to be built in the central square with the statue of Kasat. It is only right she get a tomb in the middle of everything. Datan has already drafted plans for it.

I will return to write more later, but now, work must be done.”




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13th of Felsite, 367

The woodworker Ubbul made a mistake. A horrible mistake that could have cost him dearly.

For you see, he was working on the new wooden platforms near Datan's apiary with the elephant woman Song, dismantling a few pieces for an expansion. He made a grave error -- maybe due to his old age or being slightly distracted still by Kasat's passing -- and ripped out a plank, which supported the part where he was standing.

(https://i.imgur.com/1pATCa0.gif)

And down he went, crashing through the lower platform, planks and logs hitting and battering him, crushing his left upper leg into pulp. Had he not worn his breastplate, things would've been worse. Regardless -- SPLASH! -- into the lake he fell, unconscious.

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Ubbul was lucky, though, and regained his consciousness before he sunk into the depths: the fallen logs floated and supported him for that brief time until he could manage to shake the pain away and swim.

(https://i.imgur.com/uOyzBsW.gif)

He swam onto the fishing pier beneath Edu's Fishery, climbed up the stairs and headed down the walkway, unsure of his destination, all quivering and shaking from fear.

'I must pray to Abod. I must pay the Prince my respects, he thought, squeezing the water from his tunic and coat while walking. 'It was close. Too close. I was lucky. The Prince was kept away. I must thank her. Give her an offering.'



=====

So, a game-changer upon spring's arrival. You timed the end of your turn perfect, Avolition: just after unpausing, spring comes and WHAM Kasat is dead.

Things are about to change in Waterlures with Likot now the mayor, I guess. It means that Zuglar's and Såkzul's family hold most of the important titles: manager, bookkeeper and mayor. So, looks like Kasat's family doesn't have so much power anymore in the future since Lil' Baron isn't really a baron (and not even little, so might need to adjust his nickname).

Also, this changes quite a lot of my plans for my turn. There goes the unicorn hunting quest, though I still might do an adventurer run (I've got several ideas, but we'll see how things progress this year -- not gonna do it before 368).

Managed to only get to summer, so three more seasons of this year. Possibly I'll get there tomorrow, but depends on what happens and how much there'll be to write (since I write while I play).

Other happenings: culling the livestock, getting rid of old clothes, a little trade with them elves and building a mausoleum for Kasat (should be completed by the end of the year, I hope).

Still thinking of how Datan will fit into the picture now. I'd assume Kasat's demise could alter his plans (if he has any), so I'm all open for suggestions and speculations.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 23, 2022, 08:37:13 pm
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Likot, noticing her brother faltering, came to his aid, “I believe what my brother means, is that it now up to us to keep things going and running smoothly. It may have been Mrs. Waxedtiles who guided us and envisioned this place, but it was us, us together, who built this place. The whole of Waterlures is the product of our hard work, and if we keep going, upholding Kasat's vision, we will continue to thrive. Continue to grow. Continue to become the grandest of places and a haven for all capybara people -- and others who choose not to live under the King's fist.”

Hear Hear! Aye Aye! A rousing speech, indeed!
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For you see, he was working on the new wooden platforms near Datan's apiary with the elephant woman Song, dismantling a few pieces for an expansion. He made a grave error -- maybe due to his old age or being slightly distracted still by Kasat's passing -- and ripped out a plank, which supported the part where he was standing.

one day we will figure out what causes this to happen. until then - blame it on the dwarves lol
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 23, 2022, 09:04:11 pm
one day we will figure out what causes this to happen. until then - blame it on the dwarves lol

Yeah, this one is really on me, hah. I wasn't paying attention on what I assigned to be deconstructed. I usually double-check, but not this time... Fortunately deaths were avoided, but a leg got mangled. It'll heal.

(Not gonna stop placing the blame on others when writing the reports, though ;) )
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 24, 2022, 03:48:17 am
No matter what it's always someone elses fault even if your the only one in the area.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 24, 2022, 04:21:06 am
A good send off. Will be looking forward to see what occurs in the community.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 24, 2022, 08:36:51 pm
Part II:
The Funeral

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From the journal of Atír Archsinged, Broker of Waterlures
17th of Hematite, 367

“The humans arrived to trade. I am still learning the ropes on that stuff, but I think I got a hang on it when dealing with the elves earlier.

I met with the guild representative Kosha. It was a bit odd to meet at the Sanctuary of Snarls, opposite of the Prince's statue. Gave me the shivers quite a bit. But where else would we meet? It was the closest place at hand where to talk in privacy. I think I should ask Likot for an office.

Anyway, Kosha offered his sympathies and condolences after hearing of Kasat's death. It was appreciated. Then we made some export and import agreements. I ordered the same what Kasat used to. I think I didn't get it all right, but Kosha said he can check if it is the same as per usual. Very much appreciated that too.

I think I am beginning to at least accept this job, if not even like it.”




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Mayor Likot was returning from the vinyards, carrying a bunch of ripe grapes in her basket to the stocks, walking through the refreshing summer rain.

She was satisfied that her duty as the mayor hadn't taken too much time away from tasks she was more eager to take care of, such as walking amidst the grape vines, picking fruit and taking a small sampling now and then. She was satisfied with her new quarters in the upper levels of the still-not-yet-opened-inn, which was supposed to be the new town hall at the same time. Now, finally after all these years, the place was being put into proper use: the mayor's office was there and Atír, the new broker, had an office and quarters there, too.

However, Likot was a bit disappointed at her forgetting that a guild hall had been promised to be built for the farmers. And the deadline came with nothing being completed. Thus, the project was abandoned for now, much to the chagrin of the farmsfolk. It was a stupid mistake from her, something she had hoped to avoid, but such is life: when you get a new responsibility and are not yet familiar with it, things like this are bound to happen. After all, she had no guidance on how to do things properly.

'Oh, if I would've only written it down somewhere!', she scolded herself, 'I must compensate for this somehow...'



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Autumn arrived in Waterlures and with it came the merchants from Ustuth Ïdath and the outpost liaison Tirist Brasshandles.

Tirist lumbered across the wooden platforms above the lake, his massive amounts of fat shaking with every footstep. He was soaking wet, thanks to the typical rainy weather of the capybara village. His very long moustache and double-braided grey beard were sticking to his clothes and his protruding eyes had a sour look in them. He appeared to not be in the best of moods.

Huffing and puffing, he walked around Waterlures, searching for the 'Baroness'. 'Now where is that fat woman?', he grumbled in his thoughts, 'I want to get over this dreary business as fast as possible and leave this dump.'

(https://i.imgur.com/YBHpOYb.gif)

He was surprised when the locals told him to head to the upper floors of the 'town hall' and meet with the mayor. He was accustomed to the so-called baronial quarters, which seemed like a more appropriate place for a dwarf of his station to meet up with his peers (though, one could hardly call Kasat a peer -- she was stripped of her nobility, after all).

Begrudgingly he headed to the large wooden building, walking up the narrow steep stairs, panting when halfway up. He certainly was not accustomed to bear his weight for such long distances, which made him ever the grouchier.

(https://i.imgur.com/DIY9k27.gif)

From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
22nd of Limestone, 367

“I met with Tirist from the Mountainhome.

He looked a bit sour at first and kept asking for Kasat. He didn't know the news, so I told him of the unfortunate departure of our Kasat from this realm into the domain of Ôsed. His disposition changed immediately. He went all silent and solemn, offering his condolences on behalf of the whole of the Dwarf Realm! Kasat must have been a very liked and loved figure among the higher strata of Ustuth Ïdath! Maybe I too will some day have the honor to visit Inkedwhims -- perhaps I'll catch a glimpse of the Unaging King himself!

In any case, we went through the (apparently) usual stuff: imports, exports and news from the larger world (nothing worth of note had happened, he said). Afterwards, I mentioned that we have just completed a mausoleum for Baroness Waxedtiles and a funeral procession will be held before winter comes.

I welcomed Tirist to stay for the event. He said he'd do his best to be still around at that point. It would be an honor to have someone of such a high rank attending!”



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8th of Sandstone, 367
(Background music for the scene) (https://youtu.be/Vuu6Rpa5ydQ)

It was late evening, the sky was dark, the heavy clouds blocking what remained of the last light of the day. A heavy rain poured down from the skies, as if Ôsed herself was weeping. The quartzite road was slippery as Yawo walked up the hill carrying the unmoving body of Kasat, draped in the finest of robes Waterlures had to offer.

The way to the new central mausoleum was lined with citizens of Waterlures, all sad, but standing straight, trying to be as dignified and proper as possible in the damp weather -- it is something Kasat would have expected and wanted from them. There was Ova the mandrill man, Shebi the badger woman, Kib, Kasat's eleven year old daughter cuddling Shebi's cat Inod, fourteen year old Unib the milker and seven year old Ustuth, Kasat's son, on the left side, while on the right side stood little Ònul with Edzul -- another of Kasat's children -- between Logem and Dodók who was next to the younger Logem, one more of the offspring of the baroness.

The halls of the mausoleum were lined, too, with the folk of Waterlures, but the outpost liaison was not to be seen -- no, he had headed to the statue garden on the hill to talk with the human representative who was still around. It was a shame that neither of them took part in the procession.

But Yawo paid no heed to such trivial matters. She had no love for the ways of the civilized, and though she was unmoved by Kasat's death, she truly had treasured the company of the baroness. She was the only one who she would have called a true friend in the village -- well, there was the wombat man, of course --and she had lost her.

(https://i.imgur.com/MGiOZA0.gif)

As Yawo entered the tomb proper, the others followed suit, all silent except for the songs of mourning that the capybara children began to sing in unison.

When the songs subsided, each went one by one to say their final farewells to Kasat who lay in the masterfully made obsidian coffin prepared by the wombat man 'Bob' for this occasion.

Finally, Ïteb the gorlak prophet spoke, “Death is all around us. Our time in the Enchanted Dimensions is brief, but it is not the End.” She stopped to clear her throat before continuing.

“For we all are the Children of the Almighty Rabbit who watches us from Above, from the Stars, and from Within, from the very Earth and Rock itself. And as Her Chosen, our souls are immortal and we are here only to do Her Bidding for that brief moment before we return to Her, to join Her as the Stars shining so bright in the sky at night.”

“And Kasat did Ôsed's bidding. She brought you all here: you were all dispossessed, landless and oppressed by the Unaging King, by the servant of the Harbinger of Chaos and Death. A King who serves not the people, but only himself and his Dark Prince, the Bane of All Souls Pure. One who is not fit to be King, one who has forsaken the Ways of the Rabbit. But Kasat saw that there was more to life than living under the King's Heel.”

“Kasat had the courage to Dream and not only Dream, but make them True. Not for herself, but for all of You. For all who consider themselves the Children of Ôsed. It was the Rabbit who Guided Kasat in all her doings, but it in the end it was up to Kasat to bring it all to Fruition.”

“And that she did: we all are here. We have homes. New lives. Families. Growing families. We are growing. We are safe. We will remain safe. We will remain to grow. We will remain here. We will continue to keep the forces of the Prince at bay. We will win. And Ôsed's Plan will be completed by Her Chosen: us.”

“Now, let us Pray...”



(https://i.imgur.com/EZqzZWI.png)
The mausoleum: made of marble with a roof of brass.



=====

Okay, came out longer than was supposed to be. So, didn't get to the end of the year like intended (but almost to winter, which I'll speed through, unless something special happens).

A bit of a hassle arranging the funeral scene with burrows and temporary meeting halls, but turned out ok, I guess (don't usually "fake" scenes, but thought this warranted some special attention).

Not really much else to say. Tried out some background music for the funeral scene. Hope you liked the choice (if you listened to it). If you want, I could do that more often -- not all the time, but for special situations like this.

I've always felt that the cultures in DF, while pseudo-medieval and based somewhat on European stuff, are more close to Central Asian or Siberian or something. Especially when checking all the procgen music and clothing: lots of dresses, robes and togas (though could be from pretty much any cultures, Western Europe included). That's one reason why the choice of Khakassian music (there's also some similarities with the region's history and our capies).

Should try to draw something some day, but we'll see... Probably won't happen any time soon.

Yeah, maybe I'll just stop rambling for now.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 25, 2022, 08:35:09 pm
Part III:
The New Management

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Winter arrived in Waterlures and work was toned down. It was time to once again gather at The Fruit of Letters and socialize with one's friends and family.

It was a well-deserved rest after a rather sad year in the village.



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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
3rd of Granite, 368

“Mother and father have passed away.

This moment, it is one me and my siblings have been fearing. Me and Logem, we have come to understand and accept that death is part of life, part of Ôsed's Ways. I was prepared for this, but it saddens me nevertheless. And I worry for the young ones, on how they will fare now. But Logem promised to look after them, since I am in his words 'too busy' with my work as mayor.

We did not lose only my parents: it was also the time of the wombat man to depart this world. Somehow I can not but feel that he knew this was going to happen. For, you see, he had arranged for a tomb to be dug out for him just before the turn of the year. 'In case it be needed sometime in the future', he said. I should have guessed that he was feeling his time was coming to an end... He will be missed. Especially by Yawo. (Note to self: I must go through his papers once enough time has passed. He apparently was working on chronicling the history of Waterlures.)

But, to the matter at hand: I appointed Oddom to be manager. I know mother wished him to be bookkeeper, but I believe he will be more suited to take on father's duties. As bookkeeper, I appointed Geshud. He is a bit young for it at the age of fourteen, certainly, but he has plenty of time to learn and become a true master in the art of recording our stocks. He has always been the smartest of our family, after all.

I will now head off to arrange the burials and return later to write things down.”



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Waterlures and surrounding lands were made a county. But that was of not much concern to the citizens, for the real nobility did not reside there, nor pay much attention to the going ons of the village.

...At least as far as the capybaras knew.



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28th Granite, 368, Early Spring

Ïteb Workgray, the nineteen year old apprentice of Tekkud, was taking in fresh air outside the House of Knowledge. The sun was rising in the east, its first rays shining upon the Lakes of Saturnity. 'I prefer to be by myself', she thought when she heard a yell and splashing from the lake.

She turned to look south, squinting her eyes as she tried to make out what was causing the ruckus.

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A dwarf! A naked dwarf! Struggling to swim amidst the thawed ice and freezing water, gasping for air as she bobbed up and down, sinking into the depths of the lake.

Ïteb gasped, putting her paw in front of her mouth. There was nothing she could do as she watched the dwarf sink beneath the surface.

She was aghast. What madness had drove the dwarf to run naked onto the last remains of the ice, hopping from one block to another until falling into the water? Certainly the work of the hand of the Prince was at work here, taking hold of the mind -- and now soul -- of one more unfortunate being...



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Oddom sat down at the manager's desk, setting his iron pick next to him. He looked at the piles of papers on the table: there were all manner of notes and drafts among discarded orders. His father's work. He had been se precise with it all, going into full detail. It felt odd to sit at the desk, which had been used by his father for many decades. And now Oddom was supposed to be the one managing what needed to be done in Waterlures. He aspired to be better than his father. He was certain he could do it as he looked at the papers.

'So many mistakes done. So much paper wasted', he pondered as he went through the pile of discarded, but archived papers. 'Maybe father was good at his job, but he certainly made many an error. That is something I will avoid. I will see to it that things run as smoothly and perfectly as possible.'



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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
11th of Hematite, 368

“It is done. Finally. We opened the inn!

Why should we continue deny ourselves of our hearts' desires any longer? Since our days of youth there has been much talk about opening the inn, but when asked when will that be, the answer was 'next year, my child, next year'. But it never came to happen. The elders were too afraid of the world outside.

The choice was not only mine: it was what we all, 'the young ones' wanted. The elders grumbled about it -- especially Edu and Yawo! But in the end, they had no word in the matter. They should understand: we respect what they have done for us. What they have built for us. But it is not only their world. It is also ours. And the future is up to us. And after us, the next 'young ones' will be the ones making the decisions.

It is how Ôsed inted things to be. Even the Prophet has said that!

In any case, we named the place Minbazsazir, 'The Enchanted Bridge'. And just a moment ago, I saw the first outsider walk towards it: a goblin!”



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But the opening of Waterlures attracted not only regular folk, for the second visitor was a suspicious one: another goblin, yet this one had an empty look in her eyes...

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...A disturbing, unnatural look.



=====

Ugh. That's quite the number of starting characters to die... Well, it was expected.

Decided to finally open up the place for visitors, even though it'll complicate matters when we do the next adventurer run. Felt like it's time, since we've got new management in the village (and the young ones have been hearing talk about 'opening the gates' for most of their life and nothing happened).

Expecting to see artifact thefts, especially since the first visitors are a suspicious lot (also, my experience with 0.47 is that until all the schemers are dead/behind bars, "normal" visitors are quite rare -- after, they come in droves).

So, there'll probably be adventurer quests to be had in the future for those willing to take the task.

Got to around midsummer 368.

Here's the save for those who want to check legends or just take a peek into Waterlures:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16165
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 26, 2022, 06:14:48 am
Hopefully the visitors won't be to much of an issue here.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 26, 2022, 09:08:04 am
Hopefully the visitors won't be to much of an issue here.

We'll see what happens. Intelligent undead are virtually all the time coming to visit places with bad intentions... I've only once seen one who actually wasn't involved in any plots.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 26, 2022, 02:27:58 pm
Quote
Oddom sat down at the manager's desk, setting his iron pick next to him. He looked at the piles of papers on the table: there were all manner of notes and drafts among discarded orders. His father's work. He had been se precise with it all, going into full detail. It felt odd to sit at the desk, which had been used by his father for many decades. And now Oddom was supposed to be the one managing what needed to be done in Waterlures. He aspired to be better than his father. He was certain he could do it as he looked at the papers.

nice snippet here. I always wished for the recordkeeping profession to be expanded. With a necessity for materials, such as books, ink and binding, and a safe, dry place to store them. And in your situation, when the dwarf responsible for these materials dies, there would be a scramble to re-assess the organization and placement of those records.

 It would lead to fairly accurate recreations of the archaeological trope of finding a hidden cache containing records and scrolls, preserved against looting and weather, after hundreds or thousands of years.

for now, we roleplay  :D
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 26, 2022, 03:23:04 pm
Yeah, I'd love that!

I actually quite often mod in tools and such that have no practical use in the game, but are only for flavor and RP purposes. Would be great if bookkeepers and managers needed paper, wax or clay slabs or what-ever to write stuff down. One of my favorite features is that you have to have a manager and bookkeeper before you can take record of stocks or manage labor (that's why I dislike the DFHack stocks/manager stuff, cuz you can do it without them). Would be also great if they'd make mistakes if their skill isn't good enough.

Anyways, I also like it that DF keeps information pretty vague (like historical events and such) so that there is plenty of room for RP and imagination. I love it that the game doesn't tell you "this is how things are and how the story goes", but instead gives you a bunch of stuff that you yourself have to figure out and fit into the narrative. It's more like a story-telling tool/toy instead of a game, imo (though of course you can just play it as a game).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 26, 2022, 09:04:49 pm
Part IV:
Ambitions and Aspirations

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10th of Galena, 368

The birds went silent on the north hill. An eerie silence enveloped the forest. There was something amiss.

Then: a thudding and crashing grew louder and louder.

Waterlures faced once again the threat of giantkind when a hulking monstrosity arrived from the northeast, striding swiftly down the hill towards the Hill Gate.

Warning spread swiftly across the village and civilians rushed to the safety of the homes and attices, while the Fenced Princes and the Rough Trances hurried to face the giant.

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But the giant reached the Hill Gate before the militia arrived.

A stray nanny goat, who had escaped from the pen, was unlucky enough to be the first in the giant's path. It felt immediately the rage of the giant as it began hacking the poor goat with a bismuth bronze battle axe.

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Cañar was rushing down the platform crossing the lake, Nethlîlar Emlïd in hand, ready to bear on the monster alone. He was terrified in the moment, but his sense of duty and adrenaline coursing through his veins pushed him onwards.

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The elephant man leapt down from the platform -- taking the stairs would take too much time -- yelling at the giant!

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The giant, however, tried to outsmart Cañar by climbing the side of the platform and head straight for the village center.

It was a wise move from the giant.

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The giant made its way up, continuing to climb onto the roof of the inn, arrows whizzing past him.

Then it jumped down back onto the platform...

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...Heading straight towards the widower Cusal and eight year old Adil!

“I will take revenge on you if you harm a single hair on that child, foul beast of wickedness!”, Cusal raged at the giant as he nocked another arrow (unfortunately his quiver was full of feather wood arrows at the moment).

It was enough to draw the attention and ire of the giant away from Adil.

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Cusal dodged blow after blow, distracting the giant with his nimble moves, buying time for the Mestthosite monks and other militia members to enter the fray.

Vabôk was the first to arrive to aid Cusal, giving a hefty blow to the giant with his strong fists.

A punch, then a dodge. It was how the dwarf monk danced around and around the giant, drawing it away from Cusal who wasn't so skilled in close combat.

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However, Vabôk was too confident of his skills and was caught offguard by the giant and it knocked him over, slapping the dwarf with the flat of his axe. It was enough to slow and daze the dwarf.

Were it not for 'Lil Baron' Oddom wielding Kilrudsat -- the trusty hammer of late 'Avo' -- the monk might well have ended as a smear on the platform. Kilrudsat struck true and the giant was disarmed.

And that was enough for the rest to reach the fight.

Soon it was clear that the giant was fighting a losing battle. He was battered and bruised, pummeled by fist and hammer, shredded by tooth and arrow, until he fell down, retching and vomiting all over the place.

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It was Asmel, the hoary marmot woman monk, who landed the killing blow.

The giant was dead.

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And with the giant's death, Waterlures procured a new artifact:

Boshut Bâsen, 'The Alliance of Sprays', a bismuth bronze battle axe with a coating of goat blood.



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25th of Limestone, 368

Kib Owlroughness was in her mother's and father's room. She looked at the empty bed, which his father Cusal had left unmade in the morning. She sighed, grabbed the sheets and began putting the bed in proper order.

“Mom, today is my birthday. I am twelve now,” Kib said aloud as she fluffed the pillow. “I wish you were here for this day. To see me become an adult. But you left us. Maybe you are in the skies with Ôsed, watching over us, but I need you here. I don't want to spend this day with the others. I want to spend it with you.”

She looked at the rather unremarkable engravings on the wall: images of fonio plants, rose cut gems and capybaras. Nothing special, but mother had liked them.

“You once said 'In life, you should work hard. Then work harder.' I agree with it. You were right. But I don't know if I have it what it takes... I-I don't know if I can do it...” She stopped mumbling to herself, looking around the room if there was any cleaning needed to be done.

'It's a shame that brother didn't become mayor. It would have been only right if our family kept leading this community...', she thought. 'Mom would want us to be in charge. But if my brothers can't manage it, certainly I can't either... But I must try.'

“Mom. I'll do my best. I'll become the mayor.”



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8th of Sandstone, 368

Deler Slidbusts, the son of Kib and Edu, was up in the attic of the warehouse above the Fruit of Letters. This day marked his twelfth birthday and he, too, was now considered a grown-up. He had been assigned to work the quern at Vabôk's Dyery, since Rin had been complaining that he can man only one mill at a time and there was so much to mill. So, the new manager, Oddom Rackknight, had given him a job that he had to do, whether he liked it or not.

'It is important to discover oneself,' Deler thought as he was putting his toys away into a bin. He was unsure of what he wanted to do with his life, but he had ambitions. First he wanted to have a family of his own, be like mother and father, of course. But he aspired for something more, and honest work only got one so far -- mother and father were living proof of that! Living in a drafty hovel on stilts above the lake, cleaning fish and cooking meals.

Sure, it was important work, but Deler didn't want to spend the rest of his life wasting away as one of the poorer folk of Waterlures. And if -- when -- he had a family, he certainly would want only the best for them.



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Vabôk looked up from his dyeing basin as the young capybara man Etur Laborworth walked up.

“Life is in a word, fortresses,“ Etur greeted the dwarf in a proper Mestthosite manner. “Indeed, young one. What is on your mind? Speak freely,” Vabôk stood up, straightening himself. He was tall for a dwarf and an imposing sight with his incredibly muscular body. Etur eyed the dwarf from head to toe before speaking.

“I wish to join the Rough Trances. Join the monks of Mestthos. Become one you. Fight furiously with my fists,” he said excitedly, waving and punching his fists in the air, trying to imitate the fighting style of the monks.

Vabôk let the sheep wool cloth he was holding sink into the basin, wiped his stained hands on his coat, and in turn eyed the boy from head to toe, as if evaluating him.

“So that is your wish, little one?”, the dwarf raised his brow, “I believe you have turned twelve then, no?”

Deler nodded.

“Well then... We could always use a pair of new fists. Ones that are dedicated to Mestthos,” he paused, noticed the gleaming in Deler's eyes and continued, “But it will be rough. I will not be easy on you. I will put you to work hard. And harder. Make you strong. One of us.”



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20th of Sandstone, 368

It was some time since there had been births in Waterlures, but that was changed when Fikod Livingglazes, wife of Kogan Girderreigned, gave birth to a baby girl. It was her first child, and she brought the little one into the Enchanted Dimensions at the young age of seventeen. She felt adoration and was full of bliss.

“Oh, aren't you pretty! I think I will call you Thob... Thob Helmlabored!” She smiled at the baby who was crying and stretching out her little paws. “You know, Thob, I bet my father -- your grandfather -- will be pleased.”

And indeed, 'Zultan' was pleased.

He was the first in Waterlures to become a grandparent.



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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
28th of Granite, 368

“Finally we have had time to rest and have proper festivities here at the Fruit of Letters!

The year is drawing to a close, and oh what a year it has been! It had a rough start, certainly, when we lost three community members who had lived here since the beginning, seeing Waterlures grow from a tiny hamlet into a thriving village. Management has changed now, and it is functioning ever the better by the day.”

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“While generally things have been calm and good after the close-call with the giant, one of the monks, Eman the elephant man, has been in a bad mood. Not that he has ever been pleasant company -- he's quite the unlikable fellow, if I may say so, and why shouldn't I? But now, now I can notice there is something bothering him. Fortunately Rin has been talking with him. I'm not sure if I could manage it. Mayhaps the time off helped him somewhat? I would at least hope so.”

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“The scholarly types did not end their constant ramblings and discussions of various topics, which are far beyond my understanding, during the Festival. It is good that they concentrate on what they deem important.”

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“What disappoints me, though, is that the Enchanted Bridge has not attracted many visitors. There were a few -- how would you say it? -- unscrupulous types, but apparently they had no ill intentions. A good reminder that one must not judge others by their looks and manners!

Well, perhaps next year will bring more folk when the word spreads with the caravans...

And yes, we may have lost three members, but we gained two new ones: Fikod's and Kogan's child and one more was born to the large, large family of Edu and Kib. It is good to know that the Rabbit is still blessing us. And maybe there will be more families soon.

It has come to my attention that my little brother Cerol has an affair with Inod, one of Kib's and Edu's daughters! I would have never guessed! I do hope things work out for them and I get to arrange their wedding. But they are not the only ones who have found love: my little sister Ònul, who just turned twelve (and wanted to be a bard in our new, empty inn), has taken a liking of Deler -- Kib's and Edu's son, also twelve! Ah, I can see our families getting closer in the future.

Yes, things are looking bright and I am looking forward for next year. I believe we will finally finish the quartzite roads all the way to the outskirts of our lands. And then, then we will begin work on the temple dedicated to Ôsed -- something Baroness Kasat had to delay and delay due to other more pressing matters.

I will see to it that Kasat's dreams come to fruition.”



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Came out quite long, sorry for that!

Wanted to squeeze the rest of the year in one report and, well, there was quite a lot of stuff happening during summer.

Going to continue tomorrow, but after that I might spend a day or two on other projects (though, knowing myself, I'll probably continue and postpone other stuff).

(Edit. I had accidentally thought that Kasat was Likot's mother when she was not, so fixed that from the last journal entry. There might be some other places where I've made the same mistake.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 26, 2022, 11:34:31 pm
is that not the second giant attack? did you happen to settle on Paradis Island. . . ?
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

exciting fighting. always a bit of an anxious moment when your dwarves capys start fist-fighting megabeasts
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 26, 2022, 11:48:27 pm
Haven't kept count, but I think that was the third giant? Then we've had two (or more?) ettins during AvolitionBrit's turn, plus maybe two or three cyclopes. So, quite a number of giant-kind. I do always add a huge number of semi-mega and megabeasts to worlds, but I'd imagine that at this rate they'll go extinct.

I'm actually really enjoying the unarmed (and unarmored) squad. Giants are usually ridiculously easy (unless they come early on) and DF military skills rising so fast makes them ever the easier, so this way there's at least some kind of risk of your citizens dying... But then again, we have elephant men whose fists are certainly no joke (I mean, if a hoary marmot person can bash in a giant's skull, I don't want to know what elephant people can do...).

(I definitely want to at some point try out a fort with only fist-fighting "monks". The elephant man monks were a great idea, AvolitionBrit!)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 27, 2022, 05:42:37 am
Huzza my guy is first grandpa!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 27, 2022, 08:39:33 am
Nice write up could you put the giants corpse on the display room please if not done so already.

Were they natural births or command births?

I believe up to my turn we have had 2 Cyclops, 2 Giants and 2 Ettins. So this is the 3rd giant. It seems the big folk are throwing themselves at our small community trying to be the one to avenge their fallen commrades. When I'm back next week I'm gonna dig through legends as I'm curious if we have had any family members of previous big folk coming to attack us
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 27, 2022, 09:40:13 am
Yeah, I'm putting the giant on display. Forgot to do that yesterday, so good reminder. (I've also put the werebeast corpses on display too.)

The births were natural. Haven't done forced ones. The "Winter Festival" burrow seems to be quite effective in giving the capies a shove to make some babies.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 27, 2022, 08:48:45 pm
Part V:
Scholars and Affairs

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From the journal of Ïteb Workgray, Apprentice Scholar
2nd of Granite, 369

“It saddens me that Master Tekkud Stardust is truly dead.

He was a great capybara man, an excellent teacher and master, but also a trustworthy friend. Always so kind and understanding to me, teaching how Truth was the most important thing and something we should strive for, no matter what. There was so much he taught me, so much more he could have taught me still. Alas, now I am on my own.

For now he is gone, off to the Realm of Ôsed he flew. May his star shine ever the brighter in the skies.”



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After losing one more community member to the Ravages of Time and Abod, the marriage of the young Deler and Ònul sparked hope for the future.



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'Zultan' was bringing a yak back into the animal pen after its wool had been shorn for yarn. It was a typical rainy spring day. Except that there was somebody -- or something -- in the pen who shouldn't be there: an elf. And she was not one of the traders who were currently at the trading pavilion haggling with the new broker, Atír, Zultan's son.

No, this silver-haired, pale brown skinned lady wasn't garbed in typical Múya Loré attire, nor did she seem as lively as the ones at the depot. In fact, she didn't look lively at all: she had a blank, emotionless stare as she stood amidst the yaks and sheep. 'Zultan' felt uneasy, nodded his head cautiosly as a greeting so as to be polite and proper. Yet the elf did not react.

It was troubling, but she seemed harmless.

'Perhaps she is just observing the behaviour of the livestock,' Zultan thought to himself as he patted the yak on its back. 'Elves are a mysterious lot. Even that Fayoba fellow -- it is hard to understand his thoughts. Why bother oneself with the so-called Nature? Would be just for the better if none of this miserable wet greenery existed...'

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But the elf certainly wasn't harmless.

No, after 'Zultan' left the pen, the elf snuck into the barracks and ran into Edu. Immediately she revealed her true intentions as she lunged towards the spearmaster.

Edu's reflexes were quick despite his old age, and he dodged easily. Without hesitation he kicked the elf -- the plague thrall -- in her right hand, smashing it into an unrecognizable mass.

The fight was on.

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Hitting with fist, paw and crutch, Edu fought against the surprisingly -- no, unbelievably -- strong elf. Yet his old trusty crutch was quite fragile and it broke, causing the capybara man to fall down. But even then, the elf had no chance against him as Edu deftly rolled away from each and every attack, whacking the elf in return.

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But even a spear through the head did not stop the elf.

No, this was no natural foe. This was an abomination. A product of the Prince of Duty's treachery -- a foul being of Undeath!

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Hearing the yelling and scuffling from the floor below, Cañar rushed to the stairs, hammer ready and Kumil following.

And the elephant man did not hesitate to bash the vile elf from whose assaults Edu kept dodging on the floor.

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It took the full might of the trio to finally put down the elf plague thrall: an unimaginably powerful foe unlike any they had ever faced.

This was very troubling, indeed.



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18th of Felsite, 369

Åblel Sprinklegorges, the son of late Kasat and Cusal, smiled. He was enraptured and full of love as he listened intently to the daughter of Zultan and Ilral. He had no idea what she was talking about: he was more concentrated on the beauty of the young woman with a muscular and fit body, not the 'macabre ways of backward creatures' -- what-ever such beings even were (or if such things could possibly exist)!

The two had been spending some time off in the hut next to the sculpture garden atop the hill. It was a pleasing place, away from the bustle of the village. A place where it was good to get to know others from the community -- and to fall in love.



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5th of Galena, 369

Etur was with the monks in the barracks. He watched as Unib and Asmel sparred, but he didn't pay much attention. His thoughts were somewhere else. He felt good, a slight buzz going on in his head to the drinks he had before coming for the training session. But without it, the sparring and training would be boring to watch. It hadn't turned out to be like he expected: he had practically not been on the sparring floor and spent most of the time just observing. Not that he wouldn't want to spar, but Vabôk wouldn't let him. It was irritating. It took so much time. So much time away from other matters. Time that could have been spent worshiping Mestthos -- the monks should know that!



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“And you want to stay and study in Waterlures?”, Likot said as she looked out the window overlooking the lake.

The incredibly skinny dwarf stroked his neatly combed long moustache, replying in a calm, but confident tone, “Indeed madame mayor. That I would very much like. I have heard many a tale of your glorious village and its true treasures: the vast library in the House of Knowledge.”

Likot turned to face the dwarf. She was excited that finally visitors had been arriving. Perhaps she had hoped for bards and travelers with tales and epics to tell, but scholars were welcome too, of course. It was just a shame that Tekkud hadn't lived to witness this day.

“Well, as mayor and voice of the people of Waterlures, I welcome you to stay. Please, make yourself at home: there are rooms at the Hut of Romancing and several vacant cells beneath the library. I will see to it that either Ïteb or Olon -- both scholars -- show you around the place.”

The dwarf looked enthusiastic, bowed slightly, and thanked Likot, “Thank you madame. I will see to it that the art of truth-seeking continues to blossom in this part of our glorious realm.”



=====

So, yet another death due to old age. Can't remember ever having a "fort" with so many peaceful deaths. I guess it's some kind of accomplishment (though to be fair, capies live half the time dwarves do).

I mostly concentrated on trying to pair the young ones. So far there's several love affairs and two marriages (including the couple who got married during Avolition's turn). Got only to early autumn and the caravan's arrival. Was a bit slow-going since I kept checking how my pairing attempts fare. it was interesting to see how 'passing aquaintance' shifted to 'friend' and finally to 'kindred spirit', which then went to 'lover' if the capies were fit for each other. But I think most of the ones who are now lovers won't necessarily progress to marriage. We'll see.

Also, finished the quartzite roads (finally!), though they really don't have much function. Next up is the temple to Ôsed, unless something unexpected happens.

Spoiler: actual spoiler (click to show/hide)

Other than that? Probably going to get some more petitions soon. I think there was some visitor listed with 'attend meeting' when I saved.

Oh, and the yearly save is here, if someone wants to check Legends or the village in general:

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16170
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 28, 2022, 10:27:14 pm
Part VI:
Odd Fellows and Foul Play

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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
21st of Limestone, 369

“Atír has managed his duties as our head trader very well. I am pleased with him: each time the merchants have come over, they have left very enthusiastic and awaiting for the next year's trade. Of course, he is not yet reached the level of Baroness Kasat's skill, but given time, I believe he might even surpass her as a trader.”

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“I met with the outpost liaison Tirist, just after I had accepted another petition from another visitor to stay at Waterlures (a dwarf bard named Zuglar Standardhame). We made new trade agreements and, as was typical of my predecessor, I ordered more stone of various colors and some lumber. I hope it will keep Yawo content when trees are left standing in our lands.

Tirist brought some news from the larger world. It appears that word of the House of Knowledge has spread all the way to the Mountainhome! No wonder there have been dwarven scholars coming to Waterlures in increasing numbers. It was pleasing to hear.

But all news was not good, no.

The forest retreat of Fanciedforded, not a long way to the west from here, had faced troubles. The hordes of the Cunning Witch had attacked them and many have fled, seeking refuge from elsewhere. While Fanciedforded is part of the Bent Spears and not our realm, it is next to Morningwilt, which we have dealings with -- not to mention that Edu's son, Lòr, lives there!

I do hope war will never reach Waterlures.”



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7th of Sandstone, 369

A rather strange fellow arrived in Waterlures: a gremlin.

He headed to the House of Knowledge and a study there, where he went to listen to the musings of a visiting geographer rambling about embriological development.



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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
12th of Sandstone, 369

“An odd one came to Waterlures. I was surprised to see this small, skinny humanoid waltz to me at the Fruit of Letters as I was grabbing a drink. He had a wide, toothy grin, skin as green as a goblin's and large splayed out ears. I had to look down upon him -- he barely reached my waist -- as he greeted me, asking to have a talk since I am the mayor.

Naturally, I was surprised of this creature -- who turned out to be a gremlin! -- and led him to my office. You can imagine that I was ever the more surprised when he said that he is a sage and very much yearns to stay at Waterlures to study!

I, of course, accepted his petition: how could one possibly refuse such a small and adorable fellow?”



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However, little did Likot know that the gremlin worshipped Bazsa the Sinful: a deity of Death and Murder.

And she did not even know that Eman, the elephant man monk, had a shrine dedicated to Bazsa in his messy home. An unholy shrine where he and his companion Song prayed to their dark god...



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22nd of Sandstone, 369

Fayoba was on his way to fish, making his way through Edu's Fishery when Meng the Pilgrim came running to him, panting and with an alarmed look on his face.

“Sebïr... Sebïr Vukcas... The Hide of Crescents is missing from its proper place!”, the capybara man blurted out, stopping to catch his breath before continuing, “I was there, I went there. To the vaults, with Libash and Rin to fetch the axes... The pedestal... The pedestal! It was empty! Gone!”

The elf sheriff was uneasy upon hearing it. What madness was this? Waterlures was a peaceful place. A place without crime. Had wrongdoings entered this village? How? Why?

“The old animal trap? From the vaults? Tell me more,” Fayoba said with a surprisingly calm and soothing voice.

“There is nothing more! It is gone! Away!”, the pilgrim exclaimed, “I'm very worried! I must pray to Ôsed!”

It seemed that foul play had reached the serenity of Waterlures and disrupted the peace.



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27th of Sandstone, 369

Fayoba was with Yawo at the fishing pier. He pulled a fish from the lake, and smiled as he turned to address the elderly mandrill woman, “Look! A rainbow trout! This'll make a fine meal in the hands of Kib or Edu.”

“Hmpf. I say it's the doings of the spirits,” Yawo grumbled, lost in thought.

“What? The fish? The meal?”

“NO. Not the fish or the meal,” the mandrill woman snapped, turning to look at the elf with a dour expression on her face, “The missing animal trap, of course! Why would the spirits be interested in giving you fish?”

“Ah, I should've guessed as much,” Fayoba chuckled. “No, but seriously. I don't believe it is the work of the spirits... And... I don't think you do either.”

“Hmpf. You're right on that,” Yawo replied, “I say it was very stupid of the young ones to open our doors. All manner of folk coming and going. Nobody asking questions. Unnatural folk even! Allowed to walk freely! Never listening to the elders!”

“Well, you can hardly blame them, or more precisely Likot, for it,” Fayoba sighed, “There's been talk of opening the inn since most of them were but little toddlers. All their life they have waited for us to open up... I do, quite frankly, wish this were the work of your 'angry spirits'. It would be a shame if it were one of our visitors...”

Fayoba stood up, stretched his arms and breathed the autumn air in, “In any case, Likot has tasked me to look into the matter. But I feel there is no need to rush. Whoever is the culprit must be long gone by now.”



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15th of Timber, 369

Waterlures grew not only with visitors petitioning to stay, but with old Kib giving birth once more.

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And not but a couple of days later Fikod gave birth to a girl.

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The births continued when Ònul gave birth to a baby boy on the 2nd of Sandstone, just as winter had arrived. The boy was her and Deler Slidbust's first child -- the youngest couple in Waterlures.



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Just before the Winter Festival of the year 369, on the 11th of Moonstone, Olon Seerlances the young scholar and Atír Archsinged the broker announced their marriage.

It was a well-needed distraction from the mysterious disappearance of Sebïr Vukcas from the vaults.

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And so the festivities commenced once again in the Fruit of Letters -- now more crowded than ever.

While the capybaras -- even the young ones -- were accustomed to dwarfs, it was still odd to have such a large number of the bearded ones now in the village.



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The stores and wealth of Waterlures were abundant in the end of the year 369.

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And the population was growing with everyone in high spirits.

The next year was waited with mixed feelings of excitement and uneasiness: would there be more marriages, would the elderly manage to keep the Prince at bay, and would the mysterious disappearance of the animal trap be solved?



=====

Got to post the report a bit late due to having to do other stuff (it's five in the morning here, heh -- damn, my day rhythm is messed up).

I'm still mostly concentrating on trying to pair the young capies. I'm pretty sure there's at least two pairs that'll never go beyond 'lover' status. Not a big thing as there's still plenty who are most likely eligible to marry someone.

Also, I believe Waterlures turns 45 years old with year 370. So, almost at fifty. I'll probably continue my turn until that, unless something unexpected happens.

Spoiler: actual spoiler stuff (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on November 29, 2022, 05:06:25 am
An artifact was stolen, it was inevitable.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 29, 2022, 10:04:15 am
An artifact was stolen, it was inevitable.

I could've prevented this by keeping the vaults locked, but I decided not to do it, since I couldn't think of a reason why the capies would've done it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 29, 2022, 06:07:43 pm
there is something to be said about the majority colors in the units list. blue, brown, and purple - fisherdwarfs, crafters, farmers and writers, a very peaceful community with little waste or consumption, focused more on the intellectual side of life.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 29, 2022, 07:38:59 pm
Yeah, despite many of the citizens having some basic wrestling training (mostly due to fill their martial prowess needs), there is very little effort put into military matters. And hopefully it'll remain that way, though we're nearing the eighty citizen siege trigger threshold quite rapidly...

I've actually noticed that most of my forts in the past couple of years have concentrated mostly on farming, fishing and clothing. It feels like a more relaxing approach (also probably more "realistic", since communities rarely focus solely on fighting skills), and once you start to get uninvited guests and sieges the threat feels more real and deadly.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 29, 2022, 08:59:30 pm
Part VII:
The Crows Return

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1st of Granite, 370

The year began with sad events: both Shebi the badger woman and the mandrill woman witch-doctor Yawo passed away.

While Shebi might not have been a visible member of the community, sticking much to herself, she had been a valuable one nevertheless.

And while there were only a few who could've thought of Yawo as a friend, and her constant argueing and bickering wasn't appreciated, the loss of the old mandrill woman was a great one. It was her remarks and warnings that had kept the community from doing any rash decisions.



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From the journal of Fayoba Claspedleap, Sheriff of Waterlures
27th of Felsite, 370

“I have met with Meng, Rin and Libash now, asking if they knew anything more on the disappearrance of the Hide of Crescents. As expected, they didn't have much to add, but Rin offered help and said he could be an 'assistant sheriff' if I needed one. Well, the offer is tempting, but it really is not up to me. I will consult Likot on the matter.

I was at a loss how to progress with this 'investigation', and was about to head off to Likot to tell that this mystery shall remain unsolved, but then one of the visitors came scurrying to me -- I believe Mimale was his name? -- with troubling news.

He had witnessed one of our new resident bards, a certain dwarf named Zefon Syrupcurl, pocket Brimrabbit the Fin of Mouths, a lay pewter goblet from the inn. I believe it was Odda's gift for Waterlures when she first arrived. I find it rather silly if a normal goblet with a funny name being 'stolen' causes a commotion (and on another note: why anyone would bother to steal it). I'll have to ask Odda what she says. It could be that Zefon wanted only a keepsake for herself.

But, I have the feeling that mayor Likot will want me to dig deeper into the matter. It might reveal new information on the missing animal trap.”



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Fayoba learned not much after interrogating Zefon. A goblin who had been visiting Waterlures had threatened the dwarf and managed to get her to steal the goblet. This Salore Wordpristine -- if that even was the goblin's real name -- had already left the village, so recovering the goblet would be quite the effort.

And seeing the distress on Zefon's face, Fayoba felt pity for the dwarf who wouldn't have turned to thievery without being threatened, decided to remain silent on the matter.

At least for now.



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Summer had just arrived and the elephant man monk Eman Crowglee was working at one of the crafting shops. His skills in carving bone had been growing by the week. He looked at the masterfully made yak bone ring he had just finished when he felt an odd tingling sensation.

He was struck by a fey mood. The spirit of the Lakes of Saturnity had possessed a denizen of Waterlures once again!

It was something that had not happened for some time.



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From the journal of Mayor Likot Languagehame
25th of Hematite, 370

“One more scholar: Istro Dangerstirred.

I accepted her petition, though I've lately been refusing the petitions of traveling groups of bards and other performers. It's not that I wouldn't want them around, it's that we have limited space, and there has been grumbling among some of the citizens (who I will not name here) ever since the disappearrance of Sebïr Vukcas and the theft of Odda's goblet.

I've been feeling a bit uneasy lately. There is so much work to be done as a mayor! And I have other duties, too! Not to mention my own needs. Ah, sometimes I wonder how Kasat managed to do this all and even more during her time. I must say my respect for her has grown during my time as mayor. But I guess I'm doing a good job, since time and again the others want me to continue.

Well, at least work on the grand temple dedicated to the Rabbit is progressing. I hope that in a year or two it will completed. It will certainly please Ïteb the Prophet.

And I am very satisfied of my office. I wonder why Kasat never moved here? This is a much more pleasing setting to conduct meetings than the dank, dark halls in the rock.

In any case, that is all for now. I have other duties to attend to. One of them being having a talk with Fayoba: he has been awfully slow in making progress with his investigations on the strange things happening lately.”



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After working for several days and more, Eman finished his masterpiece: Ocgiolith, Guardeddagger, a goose bone armor stand!

He offered it to the citizens of Waterlures, who accepted the gift. It would make a fine addition to the barracks.



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It was not only scholars and performers who had heard of Waterlures.

Utag Groovefurnace, an elderly human in his early seventies, wished to help keep the monsters of the wilds at bay. It is something that the Fenced Princes, Turquoise Veils and Rough Trances could handle on their own, but Likot, as mayor, felt that a pair of extra hands would not be a bad thing.



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23rd of Malachite, 370

It had been some time since the crow men of the wilds were seen. Some had wondered where had they gone.

Now, they had returned: a flock of five was counted soaring high above the rooftops of Waterlures.



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Cusal was heading to Edu's Fishery to clean fish, but he had stopped at the corner of Vabôk's Dyery to look to the skies: the crow men had been seen flying over and across the village once or twice a day for some time now.

He hoped to catch a glimpse of them when a skinny woman, a human with medium-length, neatly combed white hair walked to the capybara man. Cusal hadn't seen this one before and the odd crown made from the teeth of animal -- possibly a dog -- she wore atop her brow caught his attention.

“Thus spoketh Quenir Stabbeaches the Gate of Lashes: 'Once the patterns are doomed, and cruelty crumpled to dust, then shall the faithful of Moistenedattack be rewarded, and thus, I shall be pleased,'” the woman said to Cusal, before turning away to continue her away.

However, the words did not confuse Cusal and he began asking questions from the woman, ending up in an arguement. The woman, who introduced herself as Kemus Martyrobeys and a prophet, was irritated by Cusal countering her ramblings with the teachings of Ôsed, which greatly offended the human.

And she left, strutting down the platform, her nose turned up.

Cusal was pleased.



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6th of Galena, 370

Rin was pleased. He had been appointed as Fayoba's aide, an assistant sheriff.

And they had begun to train, calling their group of law-keepers the Copper Suns. Clad in full steel mail, wielding keen short swords and light bucklers, they were certainly to strike fear in the minds and hearts of those who would seek to steal more of Waterlures' treasures!



=====

I'm a bit unsure how to progress with the artifact thefts, so I'm postponing doing stuff about it. Fits well with Fayoba's personality, though.

Some stuff is a bit lacking in Fort mode compared to Adventure mode: in Fort mode you don't know what the citizens think of an artifact theft, but in Adventure mode you can just ask around and probably there's someone wanting that-and-that artifact returned. I might do the adventure run soon, but I can't remember if it messes up the citizenship petition schedules of long-time residents (not that we have "important" ones, but I'd rather not loose the gremlin sage).

Was a bit tempted to use make-citizen on the crow men, but fliers are a pain in the butt in fort mode and there's always the risk of crashes, so didn't do that.

No new marriages or births, but then again I got only to the turn of autumn.

I might have a break for a couple of days, but it depends on how I feel in the morning.

...And here's the yearly save:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16171
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 30, 2022, 08:28:48 am
For artifact thefts, we can send a squad on a mission to find the artifact. Maybe a citizen wishs to travel embark on a small journey.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 30, 2022, 08:57:08 am
Yeah, been thinking of the squad mission option too. But I'd rather go with adventure mode, since then I can make a report of the quest and how it goes.

We'll see what I eventually end up doing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 30, 2022, 12:48:26 pm
So doing a little legends trawling to see whats happening. Firstly Tekkud Stardust/Pan Viperclan

Its interesting as he became a sage a few months before his death, one of the best Capybara scholars of his generation.
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Lor Drinkbust our banished werebeast has been living peacefully despite his condition in Morningwilt. Which is seeing an influx of people moving to live there. As have the rest of our economically linked sites.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on November 30, 2022, 02:51:28 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

brilliant history this
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 30, 2022, 03:12:51 pm
Oh, I missed the part where Tekkud became a sage. That's just like mere moments before the last Winter Festivites that Tekkud attended began.

Sort of feels like he accomplished what he wanted to and then he got to spend the remainder of his days with his friends and other close ones, having intellectual discussions with his apprentices.

Quite a soothing thought.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on November 30, 2022, 08:41:20 pm
Part VIII:
A Price is Paid

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25th of Limestone, 370

In early autumn the capybara man engineer Datan Futuretours and Edzul Boardtrampled got married. They had taken a liking of each other and had headed to the cabin in the hill to spend some time together. There they made the decision of making their relationship official.

The marriage brought the family of late Baroness Kasat and Cusal closer to Zultan's and Ilral's family.

Waterlures was a tight community where mostly everyone knew each other. Now many of them were related to each other, too.



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6th of Sandstone, 370

And marriages can eventually lead to births, as was the case with Ònul who brought a girl into the Enchanted Dimensions. She and Deler now had two little ones.

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Kib and Edu were a prime example of the results of marriage when they were blessed with one more child. Despite their old age, they had proven time and again to make their family grow.

They now had eleven children, making them theirs the largest family in the village.

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And when Sandstone was on its latter half, Fikod joined the blessed ones, giving birth to her third daughter: Thîkut.

That made 'Zultan' a very happy grandfather.

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Only a day later did Onol Seerlances, a scholar and new healer who had been taught by Yawo, give birth.

It was another year that saw the Rabbit in the Sky shine upon Waterlures with her gifts of life.



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9th of Timber, 390

It was late autumn and the first snow was descending from the gray sky. Work had progressed well on the new temple to Ôsed and things were peaceful.

That peace was disrupted when snarling and shrieking was heard from outside the safety of the walls, near the South Gate. Ever vigilant, Edu Sandtick spear in one hand and an elf-made crutch in the other ran to investigate.

He was terrified of what he saw.

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A monster resembling a kangaroo twisted into humanoid form was ravaging a giant echidna that had curled into a ball in an attempt to avoid harm. This far it had been successful.

And the echidna quite possibly saved Waterlures that day: for without it alerting the Fenced Princes to the presence of the werekangaroo, the monster could have barged in unnoticed until it was too late!

Edu braced himself, gripped his crutch tightly and ran to face the hideous being.

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As the werekangaroo tried to shred the giant echidna with its teeth, Edu whacked and whacked it with his crutch. He didn't go for his spear, which was still strapped to his back, for he was afraid he would fall down without the crutch, making him easy prey for the beast.

The others were nowhere near. Edu was on his own for this fight.

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But Edu was knocked over regardless after the werekangaroo shoved him down the slope and leapt on him.

Edu continued bashing and bashing it with his crutch only to be constantly knocked down as the beast charged him.

Edu's old body was beginning to tire.

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Edu began to lose his focus as the werekangaroo lashed and gnashed at him, biting him in the hands and legs -- fortunately Edu's greaves and gauntlets protected him. And in that confusion the werebeast ripped Edu's helm off and began pummeling the crutch-wielding elderly capybara with it!

A punch hit Edu hard in the head: it twisted his neck and he felt a sharp pain in his upper spine.

Stunned, he did his best to fend off the creature of the night, desperately hoping for help to arrive soon.

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But the others were still far away, running from the barracks down the quartzite road towards the South Gate.

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Strength was failing Edu. He was too exhausted, his muscles sore: he fell to the ground.

He tried to stand up, but his legs would not carry him. He slumped back down as the creature lunged at him. The lashing fist hit him in the mouth, sending Edu's teeth flying off in an arc.

Again and again Edu fell to the ground, trying to repel the onslaught, only to get his right ear bashed into pulp with his helm. The force of the blow made Edu's head spin, but even worse, it was followed with a devastating kick into his mouth. The taste of iron was unbearable as blood filled his mouth.

'I... I must press on', was the only thought in Edu's brain as the pain began to become unbearable. He was terrified. Hopeless even. This might be it. This might be when the cold touch of Githu finally reached him and sucked the life out of his old, frail body.

But something -- some force -- drove Edu on, giving him strength.

Despite losing hold of his crutch after being pummelled by the beast and lying on the ground, he managed to roll away, and by a stroke of luck or divine blessing, the werekangaroo turned its attention to the giant echidna.

It bought more time for Edu.

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Just as Unib and Cañar were closing in, Edu passed out from exhaustion, the beast still upon him.

The werekangaroo began bashing Edu in the head with the steel helm it was wielding.

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With a sickening crack, the capybara man's skull gave in: Edu was struck down.

The others were too late.

Unib saw it all as he was running to help his comrade. Anger and rage coursed through his veins when he leapt at the werekangaroo, yelling with fury and letting loose a flurry of blows from his fists.

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The tide turned against the werebeast when Cañar arrived bringing down his hammer with a vengeance. The werekangaroo fell down and was immediately battered by a multitude of fists and hammer blows.

The beast was kicked, punched, bitten, crushed as it lay on the ground fighting a losing battle. The monks grabbed hold of its limbs, the werekangaroo struggling in vain to break the grip, as Cañar bashed it with his hammer.

No mercy was to be shown to this foul being.

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And indeed, even the calm Cañar showed exceptional brutality when he bit the beast in the head, lifted it from the ground shaking it until its head collapsed and blood sprayed on everyone nearby.

The creature was dead.

But the price was one paid with the life of an important member of the community: Edu Sandtick, spearmaster, elite wrestler, husband and father of eleven.

(https://i.imgur.com/Kfcnu23.png)



=====

So.... That happened.

That has got to be one of the most intense and scary fights I've witnessed in DF. I only noticed the werebeast due to an unexpected combat log. Paused the game to check it and noticed that it's full moon, so pretty much guessed what was going on. And indeed, a giant echidna (who has been for years curled up at the same spot) had attracted the attention of the werebeast.

So, I sent Edu to investigate as he was near the gate.

Only then I realized that he has only one functional hand, which was needed for the crutch. But by then the fight was on and I could only hope the others get there in time... And it was so close, too! Unib reached Edu just after his head was bashed in. Damn it.

I was speechless. It was oddly satisfactory to see the monks and Fenced Princes absolutely brutalize the werekangaroo to death (the monks literally pinned it to the ground while others bashed, punched and bit it to pulp).

I continued the game after that until winter was halfway through, but didn't take any notes (not much happened really, and didn't feel like the capies would be having a Winter Festival after Edu's death).

Temple to Ôsed is coming up surprisingly quick, but that's pretty much it on other stuff.

Oh, yeah, Edu's daughter Inod (I think that was her name?) took his father's position in the Fenced Princes. Let's hope she fares well in the squad.

But. I'll do some retire/unretire tests and see how badly they mess up the citizen/visitor situation. If it goes well or even ok-ish I'll be doing a Suwu adventure run. I feel like she wouldn't sit idly when her traveling companion was killed. I might take Cañar along.

I've got some ideas what I'll go for, but if any of you have suggestions of what to pursue in adventure mode, I'd like to hear them.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 01, 2022, 05:38:40 am
Well that was pretty brutal, at least no one got bit.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 01, 2022, 06:41:18 am
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But the price was one paid with the life of an important member of the community: Edu Sandtick, spearmaster, elite wrestler, husband and father of eleven.

damn! Poor Edu. . . wait, are all eleven present at Waterlures? That's a gigantic family.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 01, 2022, 09:53:07 am
Edu's oldest child Lòr lives in Morningwilt. He's the one who was bit by a werebeast during Avolition's turn and had to be sent away. Good thing is that he's seemingly not gone on any rampages despite his curse.

Would've been even more tragic if the werebeast that attacked and killed Edu would've been Lòr.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 01, 2022, 12:03:22 pm
Lor could be an interesting adventure. Perhaps seeking a chance to gain Osed forgiveness through helping locals.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 01, 2022, 12:18:40 pm
Lor could be an interesting adventure. Perhaps seeking a chance to gain Osed forgiveness through helping locals.

I've been thinking that Morningwilt might by Suwu's first stop. Someone has to tell Lòr what happened to Edu. It could always be possible to then do unretire-anyone on him and take him along.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 01, 2022, 04:27:22 pm
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=179245.msg8330115#msg8330115

that seems to contain relevant info, apparently you use GM-editor for the process. unsure how stable it is.

I would say... maybe Lor goes on a vision quest or something, to whatever god they worship, or seeking out some object of value. Make it a journey, a task, to remove the curse. Perhaps Lor sees the death of their father as a triggering event.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 01, 2022, 07:47:09 pm
Part IX:
The Wall of Shields

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16th of Obsidian, 370

Suwu had made up her mind.

It was night and she was paying her respects to Edu in the catacombs. Cañar was behind her, standing calm and as straight as he could in the cramped dirt tunnels. Ova the mandrill man was there too. They were prepared to venture forth from Waterlures, but where, was still a somewhat open question.

Things hadn't felt right for some time now for Suwu. She had been lonely for a long time. While happy for how things had turned out for her friends -- especially Edu -- she herself felt left out and as an outside observer. The same was with Cañar, which surprised Suwu after discussing with the elephant man in the Fruit of Letters.

Suwu had had many plans on where she would go, what she would do, during the last decade. She had wanted to find Baroness Kasat more unicorns, yet she never did and now it was too late. Well, the elves had eventually brought another unicorn, but it was after Kasat's death. Suwu had wished to head north to the elf lands of Múya Loré with Yawo, but the grumpy witch-doctor was dead now, too. And Cañar. Cañar had a mission. One that he wanted to strive for with Shebi the badger woman: to bring peace to these lands. But, alas, even Shebi had passed away.

Time was running out. She was old. Cañar was old. Things had been postponed for far too long.

But not anymore.

Plan or no plan, they had to go. They had to do something before their time was due.

“Rin, you coming along?”, Suwu said, knowing the goblin was nearby.

“Just a moment, will you! I'm trying to get this blasted mail fastened properly,” the goblin replied from the dark, “Stupid miserable piece of shoddy craftscapyship... 'Avo' would've never produce anything of this bad quality.”



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The first stop of the four companions would be Morningwilt: Edu's eldest son Lòr was residing there after he was sent away from Waterlures. None had informed him of his father's death and it would only be proper for Suwu to be the one to tell the bad news.

They set up camp at the shores of the Lakes of Saturninity. The voyage proper would begin in the morning.

(https://i.imgur.com/hSb5tPp.gif)

However their rest was interrupted when sounds were heard in the dark. Suwu drew her bow and had an arrow ready as she yelled, “Who goes there? Identify yourself!”

(https://i.imgur.com/X3k35AP.gif)

But the only answer was snarls as a group of cougar men and women charged from the snowy woods, heading for Erib, one of the war grizzlies the companions had with them.

Ova shot an arrow as Suwu replaced her bow with a short sword she had grabbed from the barracks.

(https://i.imgur.com/6mXH9OH.png)

A swift and decisive blow to the neck decapitated one of the cougar men.

Suwu did not stop there and whirled around missing one of the cougar men only to continue the graceful sword dance to the next one. It was a powerful blow from the keen short sword, cutting through flesh and bone like butter, cleaving the foe in half.

She then turned back to the one she had missed to see Rin hack off one of the enemy's hands, Cañar punch her leg into pulp and an arrow from Ova's bow strike her in the upper arm.

Suwu's blade swung and finished their work by severing the head.

“Hah! I laugh and spit in the face of death!”, Rin barked out, waving his sword triumphantly in the air as their foes lay in pieces on the snow, their blood coloring it crimson.

The battle was over.



(https://i.imgur.com/DCuJH4j.gif)

The companions began to near Morningwilt when the sun was directly above them, yet the uniform, dark gray clouds covered much of the light as a heavy rain fell down. A thin mist enveloped the slopes forested thickly with bamboo and highwood.

Their journey had taken them through the Dune of Vising where a pack of rabid giant coyotes had attacked them. It was something that brought painful memories into the mind of Suwu. How she had been separated from Edu for a time, seeing her friends Esala, Id, Mame, Tuxum and Ceru fall. Though of Ceru's fate she was uncertain even to this day, but there was nary a hope the drunk capybara man would've survived the encounter -- and even if he had survived, surely old age would've taken him by now.

In any case, this time Suwu was prepared and experienced in fighting -- as were her companions. The coyotes proved to be no match for them, yet the coyotes did manage to kill one of the grizzlies, Ber, who they cunningly separated from the otherwise tightly packed group.

(https://i.imgur.com/kgEF1ac.png)

Soon they arrived at the forest retreat in the Perplexing Jungles.

“I've heard that it was the Sprayed Councils who reclaimed Morningwilt,” Ova the mandrill man said as they walked through the pristine forest searching for Lòr.

“Uh-huh. Well, I don't really know anything about it,” Suwu replied, continuing, “I really don't know much about the history of the elf lands... All I know comes from you and Yawo. And Fayoba, I guess.”

(https://i.imgur.com/bxCBKi3.gif)

Suwu was awed by what she saw in the forest retreat: an incredibly gigantic ginkgo tree reaching into the skies with branches that had walkways and platforms. Not built, but grown with elven magic. Something she had thought was only the product of Yawo's wild imagination! Maybe the old monkey wasn't a compulsive liar, after all? Maybe even Yawo's 'angry spirits' were real?

(https://i.imgur.com/9qB02wO.gif)

They searched and searched for a long time for anyone in Morningwilt, but found none.

Just as they were about to give up, Suwu noticed a capybara man walk to them from between the dense bamboo: it was Lòr!

Suwu breathed deeply, sighed, and prepared to tell the news to Lòr.

(https://i.imgur.com/LMJmafR.png)

Lòr was silent. He took the news in, rubbing his chin as he was deep in thought.

“I was afraid you did not come for a casual visit,” he said raising his gaze to meet Suwu's. “But father's death does not surprise me, nor am I overwhelmed by grief.”

“Look, it is alright to be sad. Or... Or not to be sad,” Suwu said, not really knowing what she should say in the moment. She wasn't used to this kind of things. She noticed that Lòr looked slightly confused, and continued, “Uh, I just... We just felt like it would be best to let you know. That's it.”

“I would very much like to visit my father's tomb,” Lòr said, “If such a thing is possible.”

Rin stepped up, rolling his eyes, “Of course it is possible, silly boy! Nobody needs to know you came along. We can go when nobody is watching.”

The others looked at the goblin.

“What? It's not like you lot don't have your own secrets,” he lashed out, crossing his arms in front of him. “Besides, it's quite some time before the next full moon. You'll easily make it there and back again before it.”



(https://i.imgur.com/YPFD6d3.png)

And so the companions, now numbering four, began to make their way back to Waterlures, traveling through the Perplexing Jungles once more. This time they went around the Dune of Vising, heading through the less savage Hill of Fells in hopes of avoiding more encounters with giant coyotes.

For they were unsure if they could keep Lòr safe if a pack of feral beasts attacked them.



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It was hard to tell the time of the day when they reached the outskirts of Waterlures. It had to be close to nightfall.

They arrived from the north and headed south through the snow and mist, their breath visible in the cold winter air. They wrapped their cloaks tighter around themselves: Morningwilt was not far from Waterlures, but still the weather there was warmer and fairer -- possibly due to some elf magic of old.



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Lòr looked at his fathers grave silently, head bowed down. But there were no tears, there was no sadness in him. He felt... Empty.

He turned to look at the rutile statue of his father surrounded by his friends: it depicted the moment when Edu had jokingly proclaimed himself 'Lord of Lonecanyons', the outpost he had built halfway between Waterlures and Inkedwhims. It reminded him very much of how his father, like him, treasured and loved leisure time. But he also remembered his father's words when he was coming of age, 'Son, I too wish we could spend all our time in leisure, but that is not how the world operates. Someone has to catch the fish. Someone has to clean the fish, and then someone has to cook it. Hard work is a necessary part of life, whether we like it or not.'

“Father was right,” Lòr said, his words not directed at anyone in particular. He turned around to face the others, looking at them one by one. He didn't like speaking to large groups, and well, during his time in Morningwilt four people were to be considered a large group. He shrugged off his shyness.

“I want to make this right. I may not be able to avenge father -- nor do I desire to,” he said and paused. How could he ask the others? What should he tell them? Would they believe that he had seen this in his dreams? He gathered his courage as he noticed the others expecting him to continue.

“I-I... I can not ask this from you... But I need your help,” he managed to blurt out.

Suwu looked confused. As did Ova and Cañar (Rin, however, wasn't paying attention).

“Mestthos spoke to me,” Lòr began, “I saw a dream, a vision: the curse of the gods spread and spread, like a plague. The crops withered, the earth -- the very lifeblood of Ôsed -- became barren, the trees bore rotten fruit. There was hunger, there was pain. Suffering. What little scraps were left, were fought over. War was everywhere. Death was all around us...”

“Sounds like the words of a prophet,” Suwu said, “I don't know what to make of all that. It's beyond my brain.”

“Please do continue, young one,” Cañar stepped in, “I would very much hear the rest of these troubling omens.”

And so Lòr continued to recount the dream where on one hand everything led to destruction, chaos and the End of All, but on the other, the dream offered a small spark of hope...

“...But there were those who through sacrifice and perseverance stood their ground, raised a wall of shields to fend off the waves of Darkness and the Night, keeping those behind them safe. And those who were safe had families and were merry. There was no curse, no pain, no death behind the shield-wall. There all was good... And even those who had fallen under the sway of the Night were made whole and good once they were under the protection of the guardians,” Lòr concluded describing his vision.

The others were silent, not knowing what to say. Lòr blushed and looked down.

“I... I believe this curse can be lifted,” he said in a hushed tone.

“Indeed. And you may have discovered a way... And I will help you,” Cañar spoke, walking next to the young capybara man and put his large hand on his shoulder. The elephant man looked back at the others, expecting them to say something.

Suwu and Ova nodded.

“Well... Guess we'll be going for a vision quest then,” Rin sighed, checked that his mail was fastened properly, before asking an important question:

“So... Where do we head first?”



=====

After a long time we're going adventuring!

Trying to find Lòr from the forest retreat (or anyone) proved to be quite difficult. Nobody in the tree houses and apparently the group who has "reclaimed" it is a bandit gang (can't remember if it's come up and I just forgot about it). So, I presumed they could be pretty much anywhere in Morningwilt, which is I believe a 16x16 map. Therefore, I retired the adventurers there and unretired them with Lòr among them (blessed be DFHack's 'time-skip-duration -ticks 0').

Much (or most) of the discussions are made up by me, but I tried to fit it into the lore of the world and personalities of the characters. Made that dream thing description on the fly and uh, yeah, that's what we're now going with (Lòr worships Mestthos the god of fortresses and Likot the god of jewels or sumthin').

Not much happenings there and could've continued longer, but thought that's a good spot to stop and see if you guys have ideas on where to go.

I'm currently thinking they'd first head south to the hillocks that are linked to Waterlures and do goody-good-good business to help out the locals.

I wasn't planning to take Ova along, but he was in Suwu's squad and appeared as a companion. Forgot that she was a militia captain. It's actually quite fun that he came along. Gives us a chance to possible find out some stuff mentioned previously behind spoilers.

So yeah, all ideas where to go from here are welcome (even silly ones!).

Spoiler: Also, WTF Legends?!? (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 01, 2022, 10:03:32 pm
haha hmmmm. maybe Waterlures isn't as peaceful as you make it out to be . .

nice trick to retrieve Lor without wasting precious lifeforce hunting him down in a 16x16. I spent an hour once looking for Stalkmatches, only finding it randomly after I had pretty much given up.

. . .what if Lor had to sacrifice something in a volcano's caldera? at that point we would just be re-writing LOTR with capybaras. . . not a bad thing at all lol . .  is there even an accessible volcano nearby?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 01, 2022, 10:16:21 pm
Yeah, damn those blood-thirsty capybaras doing nasty, nasty business when I'm not around! (But we do have several citizens worshiping some awfully suspicious gods, so...)

There's actually two or three volcanoes at the borders of the southern tundra where the realm of the Hell of Miseries begins. I think Suwu and Edu visited them before the giant coyote attack, or maybe it was some others? Can't remember. So many characters and such a little brain I have!

But we'll see what direction this goes. I'm sure that if I have a grand plan the game will throw something unexpected in front of me and all of the plans get scrapped. Happened several times already with Waterlures, hah. Damn game refusing to do what I want!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 02, 2022, 05:41:36 am
So did they impale him on a spike before they buried him or after?


Also dropping something a volcano sounds like a good quest to go on, maybe they could throw a necromancer slab into it or something similar?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 02, 2022, 10:22:11 am
So did they impale him on a spike before they buried him or after?

It doesn't state that, but I'd presume it'd be before since afterwards his body was in the tomb? In any case, a curious thing that I just noticed by accident when checking a couple things from Edu's history. Wonder if it's somehow related to Edu starting from a bandit camp or if it's because of other stuff I/we have been messing with?

maybe they could throw a necromancer slab into it or something similar?

Haha, I was actually thinking of that being a possibility and checked the slab situation in the world before going to sleep. There was some...interesting stuff, especially the slab that gave the Unaging King his necromantic powers.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 02, 2022, 08:24:17 pm
Part X:
A Decision Is Made

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18th of Obsidian, 370

The sun was setting behind the clouds in the west as the companions set camp at the shores of the Lakes of Saturninity, a short distance to the southeast of Waterlures.

“This constant snowfall is beginning to get quite annoying,” Ova said as he pulled his leather hood tighter over his head, “Despite all my years living in Waterlures, I'm still not used to it.”

“Hah! Wait for it. We're headed south, so it'll get ever the colder,” Rin laughed as he huddled closer to the fire Suwu was making. “You know, I'm all for this 'let's do some good' business and all -- bringing peace and such,” the goblin said, rubbing his hands before stretching them over the flames, “But you know what? Discord is a part of life. It'd get awfully boring without it, but still we got to learn to live together.”

“I very much disagree with that!”, Ova replied looking slightly upset by the statement, “We should all be as one. Work together. There is no need for all this struggling. Why don't we end this suffering?”

Cañar nodded approvingly. Rin noticed it and continued, “Well, you're wrong in that one. Strife and conflict are a healthy part of society and--”

“Oh, don't waste my time with this drivel!”, the mandrill man interrupted. He didn't really want to get into this argument again with Rin. It was something that they had gone through more than once, and he'd rather not have it happen again.

“Will you two cut it out?”, Suwu snapped. She didn't want to listen to this now. She was tired and hungry, eager to rest for the night, “We have a long ways to go tomorrow if we want to reach the hillocks of Tradeplay before nightfall.”

“Fine. Let's drop this then,” Rin replied extending his hand to Ova as a sign of truce. Ova shook the goblins hand as Suwu began to hum and sing the song 'Amethysts'.

Rin joined in imitating the uzo, only to make a mockery of it with his shameworthy performance.



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19th of Obsidian, 370

The following day the companions traveled through the Dune of Influencing, followed the broad river east and upstream to a fordable part where they crossed it before they could continue their journey south towards the hillocks of Tradeplay.

They stopped in the Forest of Constructing to hunt in the bamboo woods for they had not taken much supplies with them.

The weather was warmer in the region. There was no snow here, but it didn't mean that the sky was clear. No, it was gray and cloudy here, too, and instead of gentle snowfall a heavy rain drenched the companions as they searched for prey in vain.

But despite not finding any game, they managed to forage quite the bunch of edible plants.



(https://i.imgur.com/swnq1vt.gif)

In the Ochre Hill, as they were nearing Tradeplay, a flock of giant keas was found. The companions made quick work of the foul green feathered menace, Suwu and Ova pelting them with arrows before they managed to fly away, and Rin finishing them off with his short sword.

Giant kea was on the menu!

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Ova and Rin competed who had killed more giant keas as Suwu butchered the despicable avians, taking their skulls as trophies.



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It was evening when the companions arrived at the hillocks of Tradeplay nestled in the Ochre Hill.

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They headed to the local drinking mound, or what they thought was one due to the reek of old alcohol and drunk dwarves. It was a rather small place, the air heavy and sweaty.

Suwu began recounting stories of Edu, starting with how they climbed up the slopes of the volcano named the Fires of Yelling. She thought it only fitting that the hill dwarves knew of Edu, who had been an important part of those of Waterlures who had kept these hillocks safe.

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Suwu's stories were of the highest quality and the drunk dwarves listened to them with interest: of how the giant coyotes attacked them  in the Full Field , how Edu became 'lord' of Lonecanyons, how he settled in Waterlures and raised a family, only to be struck down by a wicked werebeast in his late years.

After the stories, they asked the drunkards if the locals had faced any troubles, but there were none. Tradeplay was a peaceful and safe place.

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They went from mound to mound, telling the same stories and asking the same questions, yet the answer was always the same: there were no troubles.

It was good to hear that the hillocks counted as lands of Waterlures were safe.

Finally they entered the civic mound when the last rays of the sun fell from the west. They were quite astonished to see that there were not only dwarves, but animal people too: weasel folk and more of the kin of the capybara people of Waterlures!

(https://i.imgur.com/yUX9C7p.png)

More stories were told before Suwu discussed with the local leader Edëm, asking about life in the hillocks and if they needed any help.

But there was no need for help or heroes here.

So the companions asked permission to stay in the hillocks for the night before they headed to the surrounding settlements.



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20th of Obsidian, 370

The following day they traveled to the next hillocks: Obeygates.

And at the civic mound the same stories were told before Suwu spoke with the one who had appeared to be the local mayor.

(https://i.imgur.com/Q8m76r8.png)

But there were no immediate threats facing Obeygates, either. However, mayor Likot told that a long, long time ago his uncle, one Kivish Syruptorch, had been kidnapped from the hillocks of Syrupbeard by a goblin named Song Ghoultops.

It was a name that Ova and Rin recognized: the same goblin who had abducted relatives of Datan the dwarf!

Alas, the whereabouts of this evil snatcher were unknown. Still, Song could be alive and somewhere to be found -- assuming the viciousness of goblin-life hadn't seen her killed or murdered -- for goblins, like elves, were immune to the ravages of time.

(https://i.imgur.com/cB78dwj.png)

As the companions were preparing to say goodbye, the mayor coughed into his fist, and spoke, “Well... There is one thing,” he paused and continued when the attention of the travelers was turned to him, “I have, uhm, lost a family heirloom, which I would dearly love returned to me. A large copper cap, an artifact named 'Lurchblind the Dishonest Dot', is missing...”

The companions five looked at him with expectation.

“It has come to my knowledge -- from travelers like you -- that it had been seen in the possession of Snodub Crossterrors. He's a dwarf, mind you, despite his name. Yes, a goblin name,” the mayor explained, “And he resides in Inkedwhims. You surely know of that place, the capital, eh?”

Suwu and the others nodded. Rin rolled his eyes.

“If you could retrieve it to me, I would be very grateful,” the mayor said with a wide smile.

“We will see what we can do,” Suwu replied, bowing her head slightly.

“Wonderful! I would go first looking for it in the Competition of Fences, a local guildhall. That is where Snodub is said to frequent.”



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In the civic mound of the hillocks of Rope-entries, after telling the stories of Edu, the companions finally heard of troubling things, of tasks worth to investigate:

Skulking vermin -- “The work of kobolds certainly!”, in Rin's words -- had pestered the locals from a place called Clobberpulls located somewhere in the Playful Hills; a marauding warband coming down from the Static Dunes, from an encampment called Sensesfiends, threatened the existence of Rope-entries; a titan from a time before time, twisted by the evil that entered and changed the Enchanted Dimensions, had killed forty-nine in its lust for death and was said to make its lair in the Dignified Swamps; and finally, there were rumors of foul deeds and goings-on over at the tower of Finderblunts.

All worthy goals for would-be heroes and guardians of the innocent.

However, there was one more hillocks to visit before they would make their decision of what to pursue first.

Their next stop: Granitehatchet.



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The same stories were told in the civic mound of Granitehatchet. But unfortunately Suwu had eaten a bit too much before telling the tales and had to interrupt her recountings once in a while to retch.

It is not the wisest of things to tell stories when nauseous.

The hillocks of Granitehatchet had no worthy quests to offer the adventurers. It was a relief to hear that most of these hillocks expecting Waterlures to give them safety were, in fact, safe.



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The companions made their way east from the hillocks, setting up camp at the bank of a stream as the sun began to set.

They had a decision to make: which would be their first goal? What would be a worth-while venture? What would benefit the people? And it had to be something that mighty Mestthos would deem as fit for his heroes, his bulwarks against the machinations of the Prince.

“All manner of folk wanting books to be returned: 'Could It Be Surveying?' wanted back in the Wise Treasury of Inkedwhims by a fellow named Zuntîr Trailspears,” Lòr began listing what they had learned, “Supposedly it was last in the Sanctuary of Geniuses.”

“I believe that's in Fencereined,” Suwu explained, continuing, “It's a library. In a fortress, founded by... What was it's name?” Suwu thought hard. It was something Tekkud had told her, well, when they had been at the Hut of Romancing for that somewhat awkward long date.

“Ah yes, the Mighty Ship! A kingdom of dwarves of yore. Now fallen into ruins and Fencereined controlled by the elves of Múya Loré,” she exclaimed somewhat excitedly that she remember the whole thing.

“Well, we're certainly NOT going to hunt for some dusty tomes that might or might not be in decrepit book-crypts,” Rin grimaced in disgust, continuing hastily when he noticed the expressions of the others, “I mean, that's hardly something that will help lift Lòr's curse or bring peace to the world...”

Cañar interjected, “Written words can be powerful weapons, Rin. But...” the elephant man paused for a moment, “But you are correct: retrieving codices is not something the gods would deem as heroic deeds.”

Suwu and Ova nodded approvingly.

“True,” Lòr said, “I was merely going through all that we heard.”

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Rin walked away from the campfire, looking down the ravine where the stream flowed under the sheet of ice. He looked at the small frozen waterfall, thinking. The others were continuing the discussion around the fire. He heard them pondering all the options.

The tower. That's it. That's what they should go for, Rin thought. Sure, it would be dangerous. Maybe they wouldn't make it. He had heard much stories of the evil sorcerors residing there. The powerful sorcerors.

(https://i.imgur.com/dgdppuG.png)

“You know?”, Rin raised his voice so that the others could hear him, “If we want to get the most out of this, to reach what we're striving for, we'll have to work for it.”

Cañar turned his attention to the goblin, “Well said, friend. I agree.”

“And retrieving objects for gods-know-who isn't much of work. We'll have to go for something big,” Rin continued as he began to make his way back to the fire.

“Go on,” Ova said.

“The tower. Finderblunts,” he said, excitement beginning to take over, “We'll put an end to the wickedness residing there. I have heard and seen what they have done. Foul, nasty things. Evil, wicked. Even the goblins of the dark kingdoms would envy them.”

Cañar stood up, his eyes shining with anticipation. Ova and Suwu did not look as sure. And Lòr swallowed: the thought was frightening. Yet it might be that something... Something Mestthos might be wanting from him. To prove his worth in the eyes of the god.

And maybe, just maybe, with it remove the curse.



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21st of Obsidian, 370

And so a decision was made.

The following morning the companions set their eyes on the north, retracing their steps back to the wide river, crossing it at the ford, coming to lands they were not so familiar with as they entered the Tressed Steppes: a grass covered land with not many a tree.

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They followed the river upstream all the way to the Teal Swamps where it was not as wide. By that time the sun was high in the western sky, but fortunately it was a clear day, and the mire was not as dismal a place.

Among the reeds and cattails they saw many flocks of white storks. It was a beautiful sight and they took it in happily (well, most of them anyway). A swamp was not a bad place devoid of life -- that was obvious to the capybaras. No, it was a rich place, abundant with all manner of Ôsed's creations. A treasure trove of sorts.

It was good that there were no dwarves among them. Oh, the complaints the bearded ones would have voiced constantly in such a place!

(https://i.imgur.com/Mzt6k8n.gif)
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When they reached the shores of the Water of Cruelties -- or what they presumed to be the foul lake they had heard stories of -- the weather was much colder and the land was covered in snow. Here one was reminded that it was winter still.

Ova and Cañar were discussing about the horrors of war, how people had been forced to seek refuge after the forces of Múya Loré had come. It was horrible business and they all very much agreed that bringing peace and putting an end to all the madness was something to strive for.

Even Rin, who was a rather chaotic person, thought so. War was different than the balance between harmony and discord.

But it was Suwu of them all who was of a differing opinion: it had its uses. After all, it was during war when heroes were made, when unbelievable deeds were accomplished against all odds. That is what the epics and songs were all about.

“I don't know what to say,” the elephant man said to Suwu's remarks. And the others, they too looked at Suwu in a disapproving manner, which made her uncomfortable.

She dropped the argument, but it made her bitter: the others never understood her stance. Not in Waterlures, and not here during this adventure.

But they would eventually understand.



=====

Surprisingly little combat happened despite traversing savage regions. Ain't complaining.

The animal people in Tradeplay are an experiment I made just before setting on the adventure. Made a bunch of them into that hillocks and thought to see will they eventually do stuff on their own. Made them also fertile/changed their orientation, but doubt they'll breed on their own.

I was originally intending to head towards the capital, but the stuff about Finderblunts changed my mind. It's actually quite near to the place (bandit camp) where Rin, Odda and the pilgrims started. Can't remember if the foul-doers mentioned during the pilgrims' voyage are the same as the ones who reside in Finderblunts. Probably not.

I'm really enjoying this adventuring stuff and learning new things about some our citizens. Hope the reports aren't too long. There's quite a lot of "unnecessary" stuff, I guess, but hey, it's my crappy writing style (also, pretty much how I used to DM/GM ttrpgs, hah).

Also, do you guys ever feel that no matter how peaceful and cheerful you try to play DF, things tend to eventually lead to tragedy and darker more "serious" stuff?

Suggestions, wishes, etc. are welcome as per usual.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 02, 2022, 11:34:44 pm
nice. this is the part where the characters travel overland, in a sort of montage. The part with the white storks reminded me of hiking through backcountry and happening upon some wild creature, spooking us both in the process.

I agree - the game itself presents only so many possible configurations of reality, and a majority of these configurations involve pain, whether physical or mental. Your character's inner will to power must be supplied by the player's imagination, because the game itself does not simulate that motivation. This leads to a kind of inevitable decline as injury is often permanent, and a majority of the available interactions are, well, intricate violence. These mechanics guide you towards the consideration of a violent reality at all turns. So even if you walk a peaceful path the shattering of that dream is somewhat inevitable.

That being said, this makes the truly beautiful encounters even more astounding when they DO occur.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 03, 2022, 04:58:36 am
You can have a peaceful game if you try, I mean if you want you can just sit in the woods and make little crafts to sell in town or just tell stories to random people and never fight anyone.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 03, 2022, 08:02:00 am
this is the part where the characters travel overland, in a sort of montage.

The best parts of movies!

Your character's inner will to power must be supplied by the player's imagination, because the game itself does not simulate that motivation. This leads to a kind of inevitable decline as injury is often permanent, and a majority of the available interactions are, well, intricate violence. These mechanics guide you towards the consideration of a violent reality at all turns. So even if you walk a peaceful path the shattering of that dream is somewhat inevitable.

I do truly love it in DF that the stories are in the end a collaboration of the player's imagination and what information the game offers. The vague information practically forces you to piece things and fill in the gaps, which in my view is only a good thing.

You can have a peaceful game if you try, I mean if you want you can just sit in the woods and make little crafts to sell in town or just tell stories to random people and never fight anyone.

You would have to fight to get the bones for the crafts! No wood/stone crafting in vanilla adventure mode.

But telling stories is a different thing.

Maybe our companions will end up sitting at a tavern for the rest of their days, just telling stories of Edu and Waterlures, hah.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 03, 2022, 08:09:47 pm
Part XI:
Through Swamp and Cavern

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22nd of Obsidian, 370

The Teal Swamps stretched on and on for as far as the eye could see. The sun was still low in the eastern sky, but the companions had been awake for some time, making their way through the snow covered swamps. Travel in the wetlands was smoother when the ponds were frozen and one didn't have to watch out lest they fall in a boghole.

Ravens -- regular and giant ones -- could be seen in the skies and scrounging about the snow in search of what little food was to be found during winter.

Suwu was still a bit bitter from the previous night after arguing with the others over peace and war. Were it not for that, she would have been satisfied and happy. Now, she just felt grouchy.



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The companions were surprised when they found a salamander in the snow. A cleaned salamander, readied to be eaten. Odd.

(https://i.imgur.com/FuSPAzy.gif)

A little way further there was more things poking from the snow: wooden and bone crafts of various kinds. What was this place?

Suwu picked up a well-crafted amulet. It looked nice. It would look nice on her. She put it on.

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They followed the trail of scattered crafts, walnuts and fruit until a steep limestone cliff rose in front of them, reaching as high as the persimmon trees.

“This has to be a lair of sorts,” Cañar said and looked around carefully, “Some creature fond of collecting treasures must reside here. Be prepared.”

“Pfft, could be just as well a nest of a giant magpie,” Rin said as he put on a badger bone crown he had just picked up from the snow.

“Nevertheless, even giant birds can be dangerous,” Suwu said, putting her hand on the handle of her sheathed short sword.

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“Over here, come. There's a cave entry,” Suwu whispered to the others as they snuck through the area looking for any signs of life.

They looked into the winding passage leading into the dark, a smell of musty, dank air emanating from the depths.

(https://i.imgur.com/UNn4dVd.gif)

Down, down they went...

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They saw clusters of citrines in the rough limestone walls. Mayhaps this would be a suitable place for a mine? But one would need to be a dwarf, or have one among you, if proper prospecting was to be done.

And the companions were not here to start a mining operation.

(https://i.imgur.com/8Yb3Kx1.gif)

“Look! Isn't that an ore of iron?”, Rin pointed at the large veins of limonite on the cave walls as they walked further into the depths, Suwu in the lead sword in hand.

(https://i.imgur.com/OMq4cZM.gif)

Ever deeper they delved, limestone giving way to walls of grainy schist. Gem clusters of citrine and milk quartz could be seen in the stone.

Maybe a mining venture wouldn't be such a bad idea after all?

But that would have to wait until they returned to Waterlures and consulted the others. For now, they would continue their exploration.

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And schist gave way to sturdy, strong granite.

They were deep now. Deep within the world birthed by Ôsed.

(https://i.imgur.com/Iw8oQNq.png)

A gust of dank air wafted into their nostrils from the deep: they had reached a vast, open cavern within the stone!

(https://i.imgur.com/ABHiFkG.gif)

It was unlike anything that Suwu, Ova or Lòr had ever seen: the caves seemed to stretch farther than the eye saw, though, in the dark they did not see very far. But they could feel it. The openness. Vastness.

The cavern floor was covered in a pale, blue-tinted fungus and massive trees -- no, mushrooms -- sprouted up from the ground, their tops disappearing into the dark.

“Have you seen anything like this?”, Ova exclaimed in awe, jaw agape, “Truly, this is a sight to behold. I would never have imagined that the caverns Datan spoke of were so beautiful!”

“Dank, musty, foul,” Rin replied, not paying much attention to the surroundings as he admired the donkey hoof amulet he had just acquired, “Full of vicious creatures. Things. Come and snatch at you from the dark...”

(https://i.imgur.com/6RDcuPV.gif)

No sooner had Rin finished what he had said when Erib, the remaining grizzly, rushed to the right growling.

Cañar unslung and readied his war hammer and shield.

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A hulking giantess, not unlike those encountered in Waterlures, charged in from the dark: it had somehow managed to sneak close to the companions despite its enormous size!

Erib bit the monstrous humanoid in the leg as Cañar instinctively brought down his hammer, hitting their foe with a strong blow that caused the giantess to fall over.

(https://i.imgur.com/FsyTQxn.gif)

The giantess lashed from the ground as Cañar beat her and Erib bit her, trying to get a hold of Lòr. But Lòr broke free of her grip, striking with his pick.

It hit deeply and the giantess' howl of pain echoed ominously through the caverns.

(https://i.imgur.com/RoD4ibW.png)

“I AM THE VANQUISHER OF EFOME VINECONTROLLED, WHO WAS FELLED LIKE A SLENDER SAPLING!”, the giantess boomed as she grabbed Lòr by his blunt snout. It did not hamper Lòr and he struck with his pick once again, giving Suwu an opening to slash the giantess in the neck.

Blood began gushing from the wound as the giantess flung Lòr away.

Lòr slammed into the walls of the cavern, dazed.

(https://i.imgur.com/Jl69Uzr.png)

For a moment it seemed Lòr was in trouble, but the situation changed quickly when Cañar and Suwu managed to land in a few devastating blows, which caused the giantess to pass out from pain.

From there on the victor was clear and Cañar dealt a coup de grâce to the head.

“Life is but a fleeting moment...”, Lòr panted, exhausted, “Begone fear!”

(https://i.imgur.com/0FK4G11.png)

“Hey! What's going on there?”, Rin yelled from behind. He was still making his way to the scene.

“Oh...”, he said when he came upon the others and noticed the gruesome sight of his companions standing around the mangled and mutilated corpse of a giant, pools of blood seeping into the cave fungus and cracks in the stone.



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They continued exploring the caverns, keeping track of where they had entered so that they wouldn't be lost in the winding maze-like passages.

And soon out from the darkness a huge form lumbered forth: another giantess!

(https://i.imgur.com/4ofvPst.png)

The giantess swung at Suwu, but the small capybara woman was not an easy target for such an enormous creature. She easily dodged it and slashed the giantess in the foot, cutting deep. The wound was enough to make the monster stumble and come falling over.

(https://i.imgur.com/ZhG2pu7.png)

The fight was over in mere moments: a few strikes from Suwu and a finishing blow from Cañar was all that it took.

It felt too easy. Or perhaps the companions were getting better and better?



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Suwu pulled her sword from the giant's head. They had encountered a third one and the fight had fared no better for this giant.

“These ones are no threat to Waterlures or other places no more,” Cañar said as he wiped brain matter off his war hammer. He did not look particularly enthusiastic, but neither did he appear to be sad.

“It is a pity,” the elephant man continued, “Such a shame. I have often wondered what drives these beings? What makes them so violent? Were they always like this?”

Suwu put her hand on the elephant man's hip, patting it in a friendly manner, “It's best not to think too deeply. These beasts attacked us. And they have attacked Waterlures. Unprovoked.”

“Uh, we did come to their home uninvited...”, Rin muttered from behind.

“Unprovoked?”, Cañar raised his brow, “Are we certain?”



(https://i.imgur.com/exLo4Vo.gif)

After some more exploration the companions were quite content that there were no giants left in the cavern. But there was the slight possibility that some were deeper in the depths. However, it would not have been wise to head into the winding passages and get lost, never finding the way back to the surface again.

So, they returned above, shielding their eyes from the sunlight. Even a few hours in the dark had made their eyes sensitive to its rays.

Now they understood dwarves a little better and why they were not so fond of the sun.



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The journey towards the tower of Finderblunts continued, the companions making their way north and east through the Teal Swamps until they entered the Awe-Inspiring Forest, low mountains of the West Wall visible further in the east towering over the treetops.

Wild boar roamed these forests comprised of dense bamboo and thick ginkgo trees.



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They made their way to the foothills of the mountains, following them. It was easier to move hear amidst the sparser bamboo thickets and stunted highwood. In the deeper forest one could easily loose sense of direction, but here the companions had clear, visible landmarks to help them navigate the territory unknown to them.

(https://i.imgur.com/lOFF5Bs.gif)

As Suwu made her way down a snowy slope, she noticed a gaping hole in the ground: a burrow of sorts, presumably.

Drawing her short sword she motioned the others to keep silent. It was worth to investigate the burrow and see if they could make camp there. For the sun was setting and the air and wind was getting colder as night crept in.

(https://i.imgur.com/JbnYAND.gif)

Sounds were heard further off as they snuck into the dirt passage. And heavy, fresh tracks were visible, too.

(https://i.imgur.com/xCrKQ1b.gif)

They came upon a body, long since decomposed and only the bones remaining. Judging by the grown wooden armor and items the skeleton was the remains of an elf.

“Be prepared,” Cañar said in a hushed tone as the companions five ventured deeper...

(https://i.imgur.com/Cmf8Xka.gif)

Another giant!

It hadn't noticed the companions and stood facing away from them.

Suwu crept slowly closer...

(https://i.imgur.com/BWtWOhH.png)

...And stabbed the crouched giantess in the neck from behind!

The giantess turned around with incredible speed and missed Suwu with a swing. Suwu dodged another blow and in turn slashed the giantess in the head, stunning the monster.

The others came rushing in from behind drawing their weapons.

But before they reached the fight, the giantess lunged again at Suwu, who once again sidestepped it, swinging her blade at its foot. It cut deep enough to make it impossible for the giantess to stand, and once more a giant came crashing down, making it a much easier target.

(https://i.imgur.com/ZoE9kjQ.gif)
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Soon the companions brought the giantess down in quite a similar fashion to the previous ones: after it fell down, slash and bash it in rapid succession until the pain sets in, and finish the deed with a deadly blow to the head.

It was the second giant Suwu had killed in her life.



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23rd of Obsidian, 370

The following morning they turned north, following a winding brook until they reached the Tan Swamps.

It was another beautiful wetland, though much more heavily wooded than the Teal Swamps. And there was more snow here, too.

White storks could be seen once again amidst the reeds poking through the snow.

(https://i.imgur.com/pm3ndXd.png)

Lòr even managed to get so close to one that he was able to pet it.

“Hello there curious one,” the capybara man spoke to the stork, “I'm Lòr. And it is a fine day today.”

The stork tilted its head, clattering its beak and making a croaking sound before taking off on its wings to follow the rest of the flock.

It was amazing.



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The Tan Swamps was a small wetland in the middle of the Awe-Inspiring Forest. Soon, the swamp gave way to the bamboo and ginkgo forest once more. Snow was less abundant here and in some spots one could see the green of the various grasses growing in the bamboo thicket.

As they made their way through the woodland in rather good spirits, happy of the fair weather, the scenery began to change in the east.

(https://i.imgur.com/soe1XAi.png)

Life gave way to death, or more precisely, something had sucked out the life-force of the plants here.

The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches leafless even in the evergreens. A sickly aura emanated from the trees and a foul presence could be felt in the air.

“We are getting near,” Rin whispered as he noticed the troubled and somewhat shocked expressions on his companions faces.



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As the companions made their way through the dead forest, the evil in the air becoming denser by each step that took them deeper, they heard croaking voices speaking ahead of them.

A group of crow men -- similar to the ones seen flying above peaceful Waterlures -- were gathered in a tight pack bickering like a bunch of overgrown children.

Suwu stepped forwards and hailed the bird people, “Greetings. I am Suwu Cleanmusics and these are my companions Cañar, Rin, Ova and Lòr.”

(https://i.imgur.com/FMY3PFS.png)

And so Suwu began telling the crow men who they were and where they hailed from, starting with the foundation of Waterlures...

(https://i.imgur.com/Ojd8XNK.png)

...leading eventually to the events of the past two days and their arrival here at this accursed place.

(https://i.imgur.com/2sBf3aZ.png)

Suwu was quite astonished when several of the crow men volunteered to join them on their quest. Though, it was doubtful if the wild bird people fully comprehended what they might face, and that it might very well be the end of them all.

And some of the crow men, well, they clearly expected to be joining a traveling group of story-tellers.

But it was hard to explain to them what venturing to the tower meant, for it was not all that clear for the companions, either.



(https://i.imgur.com/FCQ8TZ1.gif)

And so the five companions and three crow men and one crow woman continued the journey north, first saying farewell to the rest of the bird people.

As they walked up a slope, they noticed a moose cow scrounging in the snow, looking for something to eat. But these lands were barren. It felt awfully familiar to Lòr.

“It is like from my dream...”, Lòr spoke with a slight quivering in his voice, “The trees -- they bear no fruit. The land, the very soil, it is dead. As if a sickening plague has taken root here. It--”

“Ca-CAW! The north! The north! Buildings rising!”, the capybara man was interrupted when one of the crow men flying above them exclaimed excitedly.

The companions turned to look north. They squinted their eyes, trying to get a glimpse from between the trees.

(https://i.imgur.com/yWgznB5.png)

Indeed!

Dark, ominous structures were seen not so far away, one of them rising higher then the others in the dead, rotten land.

They had reached Finderblunts.



Meanwhile...

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23rd of Obsidian, 370
Waterlures, Mayor Likot Languagehame's office

Likot walked to and fro in her office, her hands behind her back and head hunched down. Her form had grown rather corpulent -- just like Baroness Kasat had been. It was a common thing in Waterlures: being well fed by the masterful dishes provided by Kib and Edu, though now Edu was gone. Gone to the domain of Ôsed like so many others.

Likot was deep in thought and troubled. 'What is taking them so long? Where are they?', she thought. It was now several days since Suwu, Cañar, Ova and Rin had suddenly disappeared without a word. An important member of the Fenced Princes, two of the Turquoise Veils and Fayoba's assistant sheriff!

Were it not for Vabôk and the other Mestthosite monks who had been patrolling the surroundings, she would have no clue of what happened. Vabôk had encountered the four as they came out from the catacombs heading to the west. They had said that they were on their way to inform Lòr of his father's demise. Certainly an understandable and respectable thing to do, but they could have told her -- she was the mayor, after all!

And they hadn't returned...

Morningwilt was not even a day's journey to the west. 'They should be here by now. Has something happened?', she pondered, scratching the behind of her neck. 'I do hope nothing bad has happened... But if they come back-- No, when they come back, I will tell them that this is unacceptable.'

She looked out her window into the skies and began praying, 'Blessed Ôsed, Divine Rabbit, I plead you, bring my citizens, my friends back safe...'



=====

Came out quite long, but we're finally getting to the tower. The cave and burrow were a bit of an unexpected distraction from the "main" objective.

Bit surprised that the crow men joined on an adventure, but I guess our characters are experienced enough for such things. Though, one of them joined as an entertainer... Quite sure they won't survive the tower if there's a load of undead. Or at the very least they'll scatter and be unable/unwilling to return. (We actually "lost" the last grizzly in the caverns or sometime after. I realized it only in the end, so that's why there's no mention of it anymore...)

...But the whole tower could very well turn out to be quite unclimactic. This is DF after all.

Oh, and the Likot part was after I made a backup of the save to check legends, so I decided to take a look at Waterlures.

At the current moment of the save, unretiring will be quite a large hassle, I'm afraid. There's loads of elves and other visiting poets/bards/what-ever listed as hostiles. Much of the long-term residents were missing and probably some of our adventurer created capies are traveling. It'll be doable, but boy, do I not wait for it.

Let's hope the situation is better once our heroes return (if they return)...

Also, save with adventurer retired at a nearby forest retreat if someone wants to check Legends:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16180

(Edit. There's definitely something weird that happened during the retiring and starting the adventure run, if you check legends: several body impalings, capies who already lived there settling in and one of the young adults being encased in ice, which is probably the worst of these shenanigans. I do have several ideas how to fit these in, but it's gonna be a big changer then...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 04, 2022, 02:55:10 am
again, nice adventure update. I love crow people, and anytime I get to work with them I find their caw-cawing altogether charming.

hilarious how dangerous life is at Waterlures without the watchful overseer keeping tabs on the lil' bastards. .
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 04, 2022, 03:46:11 am
Dang that's a lot of dead giants, wonder what makes them so prevalent?

You would have to fight to get the bones for the crafts! No wood/stone crafting in vanilla adventure mode.
I thought wood crafts were a thing, I guess it really has been a while since I played vanilla adventure mode.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 04, 2022, 09:53:02 am
I love crow people, and anytime I get to work with them I find their caw-cawing altogether charming.

hilarious how dangerous life is at Waterlures without the watchful overseer keeping tabs on the lil' bastards. .

I was happy to run into them and get them to actually join! But if they survive, it'll be doubtful that they'll join us in Waterlures without some dfhackery.

Yeah, I'm still wondering what caused the impalings. It's not supposed to happen so either I've messed up something with all the adventurer stuff or then it's just one of those DF bugs features you run into once in a while... I'd hate to ignore it though, since I see it as a part of the fun and game to work even the weird stuff somehow into the narrative. Have to be creative and think more that way, I guess?

That said, the solutions I have to make it "work" might be a bit too drastic. We'll see what I end up with or will we just ignore the impaling parts (and then be like WTF when some random statue/figurine/engraving depicts the scene, lol).

Dang that's a lot of dead giants, wonder what makes them so prevalent?

Guess that's because I boosted the amount of megabeasts and semimegabeasts dramatically for worldgen, iirc. They tend to always die off too soon, so a 5 or more times larger amount seems to help (with the drawback of some civs dying off quite quick if unlucky).

Edit:
Forgot to ask: would you guys be fine with me trying to do a report each day until the 24th?

My original intention was to start a new fort in a fresh world and do a sort of an 'Advent Calendar' thing. But it's the 4th day now and I've been posting Waterlures stuff each day, so might just as well do the idea with Waterlures. (Although, playing and writing each day for a month might end up being a bit too much for me...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 04, 2022, 01:04:27 pm
big YES from me. my own story writing muse disappeared a few days ago and it is nice to see someone get invested in characters (this is one of the more involved narratives in years on these forums IMO). I will be gone for two weeks this Friday, so I might not be as vocal a supporter as usual at that point.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 04, 2022, 01:46:55 pm
Yeah feel free to make reports. Loving reading these updates :)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 04, 2022, 09:07:52 pm
Part XII:
The Tower of Finderblunts

(https://i.imgur.com/gJHfOH0.gif)

23rd of Obsidian, 370

A square flat-roofed structure loomed ahead of them.

“So, this is it,” Rin said, “We're in Finderblunts' territory now... At least the sky is clear and there's no damn snow blowing in your face,”

Ova, who was chuckling after a joke one of the crow men had just told him, bean walking down the slope to get closer.

“Wait,” Suwu exclaimed with a hushed voice, “Let's move together and keep quiet.”

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They crept to the building, the crow men flying above and serving as lookouts.

Suwu entered the structure through an open archway, coming into an empty and dusty rectangular room with stairs leading up in the corner.

She snuck to the stairs and made her way up, sword ready in hand...

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She was frightened by what she saw: a large humanoid with unkempt black hair and a long swinging trunk stood there, armored and bronze halberd in hand!

A foul, twisted beast and servant of the evil sorcerors!

Fortunately it had not noticed Suwu -- it was turned to inspect something in the corner of the passage.

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Suwu did not stop to ponder what to do. She instinctively slashed her sword at the unaware abomination, hitting it in the neck and severing its head in entirety!

While Suwu did not feel any grief or remorse as the creature slumped lifeless to the ground, she noticed her hands slightly shaking in fear. She was not one to handle pressure well and it was not like of her to react on impulse and instinct.

She took a moment to calm her breath as Lòr walked up the stairs.

Lòr looked at the corpse, not saying anything. It saddened him that the creature had died: the companions would never know whether this creature was truly evil or merely a poor victim of the sorcerors' foul magicks.

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The room the abomination had been guarding was empty. There was nothing in the whole building: only dust, pebbles and cobwebs, and a foul odor.

Walking over chert pebbles and dry grass that crunched under each footstep, they closed on the next building: a small ziggurat or pyramid-like structure.

“Shhh!”, Suwu whispered putting her finger in front of her lips, “I think I heard something.”

There were sounds coming from within the building.

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“...those ignorant fools...the Distant Confederations...war with us...hahaha...end up dead like the rest...”

Voices. Words. Foul, wicked words.

It was hard to make out what the discussion exactly was about, but what caught Suwu's attention and deeply troubled her was the part where one voice said 'desire to kill all the living and any fools standing in the way'.

These certainly were no innocent creatures.

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Suwu snuck into the entry of the ziggurat and once again was taken aback by the sight before her.

A very large, twisted and formless blob with little remaining of its original form. It had blocky charcoal-black scales and two narrow tails writhed from its back -- or what Suwu thought was its back.

Suwu lunged at the monster.

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She struck it in one of its tails, her sword getting stuck in the scales, which were hardier than she had thought!

As she struggled to pull her sword free, the monster tried to bite her with surprising speed. Fortunately Suwu was nimbler and dodged the attacks with little difficulty.

As Suwu and the blob struck and dodged eachother's blows, the others rushed in: Lòr striking it with his pick, scoring a few grievous hits, and Cañar punching it with his fists until it fell on the ground unmoving.

“Foul thing!”, Ova looked at the corpse with disgust. He strapped his bow back to his back as he walked to the thing, “It's unlike anything I have ever seen... Even more sickening than those giant keas we have in Waterlures...”

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Suwu did not stop to inspect the remains, but instead rushed straight up the stairs towards the voices she had heard.

And up the stairs, in a small dark room were two more of the blobs and another of those hairy abominations with a long trunk: this one was muscular, but it did not wield weapons nor have armor.

Regardless, these mockeries of Ôsed's creations surely had heard the commotion from below. Suwu did not wait and acted with immediacy.

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The blobs and the hairy humanoid proved to be a rather challenging foe, yet the companions managed to put them all down without suffering nary a scratch.

Lòr pulled his pick loose from the body of the last of the monsters, thick ichor pouring out of the wound, “Abominations! Foul beings twisted by the Night!”

“Truly. We are doing the right thing,” Ova said as if to assure himself that attacking and killing these beasts was something necessary. While he saw these beings as monsters that needed to be stopped, he could not shake off the feeling that there must be another way than violence.



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The companions went from ziggurat to ziggurat, from building to building, slaying more abominations and encountering undead goblins, elves and even a faun. Some fights were more tense than the others, but so far, they had suffered no losses and the only injuries they had were a few bruises. However, the crow men had scattered into the skies: maybe they were shocked by what they saw, and perhaps they did not want to have a part in all of this? Or maybe they were still flying about somewhere nearby, keeping lookout?

The companions knew not and they had little time to ponder it. Covered in blood and ichor, their clothes drenched in sweat, they approached what they presumed was the tower proper: a huge, chaotically twisted structure of gray unnatural stone rising from a field of sand -- even snow found this barren wasteland hostile -- high into the skies, ending in many a spire stretched upwards like sickly fingers.

Suwu turned back to look at the four walking close behind her. They were clutching their weapons tightly: Rin his short sword, Cañar his trusty war hammer, Lòr his pick and Ova wielding a war hammer of silver, which he had acquired from one of the buildings they had rummaged through.

“Are we ready for this?”, she asked them, “Are we ready to enter the den of evil?”

“Prepared or not, we must do this,” Lòr replied eyeing the sinister structure, “Let us pray that we are successful. May Mestthos grant us courage and strength to face whatever horrors await us inside!”

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Suwu stepped through the large, crooked archway leading into the terrible tower, entering a high, dark hall. The evil in the air was heavy here, as if it tried to grasp her heart and crush what hope remained and plunge her into despair.

With uneasy steps she walked slowly inside, her footsteps echoing in the hall despite her trying to be as silent as possible.

And there, in front of her, she saw a dwarf and a human.

The dark brown-skinned dwarf had long gray hair with traces of its original color, pumpkin, visible. He was garbed in rather simple attire, wrapped in a cloak and hood pulled tight over his head, with a bronze knife strapped to his belt. What was most curious was that the dwarf had no beard: he was clean-shaven.

The chubby human was similarly garbed and a bow was strapped to his back. The locks of his white hair fell down all the way to his waist from under his hood, his narrow nose and dense eyebrows twitching in an unnerving manner.

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As Suwu approached the rather agitated looking sorcerors, the human spat in her direction, narrowly missing the dwarf in front of him.

“Vile minions of the Night!”, she began, mustering all her courage to confront these evil-doers, “You who would blight this world and plunge it into the darkness and slay the living, fear us!”

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“I am the vanquisher of many a giant and we have come for you, foul servants of the Dark!”, she yelled, ready to charge at the sorcerers.

“What madness is this?”, the dwarf exclaimed and began running down the hall away from Suwu and the companions. The human did the same, but in the opposite direction.

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Suwu followed the frail dwarf up the stairs at the end of the hall, gaining on him just when he was running through a door in a room full of dusty scrolls. She did not pay attention to the black-scaled humanoid with large mandibles barely visible in the little light there was.

No, her eyes were set on the dwarf.

She lunged at the dwarf, but he dodged into the room, muttering incantations and waving his hands.

The clacking of bones could be heard from under Suwu's feet as the skeletal remains lying there began to move: she had not noticed them even when stepping on them.

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The others were still headed for the stairs as they heard the sounds of scuffling from above.

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Suwu narrowly dodged the attack of the skeleton into the room where the dwarf had disappeared. A small study with a table and books.

She saw the dwarf slip down a hatch beyond the table and rushed for it.

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Lòr was about to rush the stairs up after Suwu when he was surprised by the dwarf running back down the other stairs.

Clever dwarf trying to get them separated! But Lòr would not fall for the trickery of these Foes of Life.

He rushed towards the dwarf...

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...But as Lôr turned to the dwarf he saw the sorceror's stomach open up, blood spraying and guts spilling: Suwu had struck from the stairs, bringing her sword down in a mighty arc!

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“--Gah-- S-stop... --Cough-- Stop this!”, the dwarf sputtered out as she dragged her entrails behind her, “I... This... No, plea--”

Her words were cut short when Cañar swung his hammer down, crushing the skull of the sorcerer like a melon. This was not the same one who had fled up the staircase: Suwu had driven a different one down!

As Suwu noticed it, she leapt down the stairs.

“There are more,” she yelled looking around, “Our work is not yet completed -- after the rest of them!”

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No sooner had Suwu said it when a sickly goblin with an upturned nose entered the fray, an unnatural glow in its empty eyes: an undead with special powers, raised from the dead to serve a special purpose for the necromancers!

Swords flashed, hammers were swung; strikes were parried and blocked.

And to the surprise of the companions, the scaly, mandibled humanoid who had been upstairs had come down and joined the fight -- on the side of the heroes!

Maybe things were not as simple as they seemed?

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“I am the slayer of Zebna Brightpowers the Oaken Lanterns, a spineless slug who was crushed under my mighty hammer!”, Cañar roared with a fury not normal to him as he swung Nethlîlar Emlïd at the ghoulish goblin, cracking its skull and lodging the war hammer in the wound.

Yet it did not bring their foe down...

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...And it swung at Suwu, missing her narrowly.

She returned with a wide slash from her short sword, striking true and cleaving the intact parts of the undead goblin's head asunder, Lòr yelling in the background.

The ghoul fell to the ground. It did not move any more.

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They turned their eyes further down the hall to a different human than the one they had first encountered: this one, too, had long white hair, but his nose was slightly hooked and his hair the color of cinnamon.

The hooded man stood aghast, shocked at what he had seen, visibly trembling in fear.

Suwu approached him sword in hand, blood-thirst in her eyes.

“N-no... This cannot be...”, the man spoke with a quivering voice as he looked at the carnage, “Our work... Do not ruin... Our wor--”

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The man's voice fell silent as his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Suwu pulled her sword from his head, wiping the blade clean on her thigh.

“We will avenge all those who you have fouled and corrupted,” Lòr spat on the corpse, “We will make things right. Mestthos be my witness: we will not stop until all of these Agents of the Dark have been sent into the deepest pits of the Underworld.”

The companions headed through a door in the hall. They had seen the other of the two sorcerers they had first encountered fleeing through it.



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Lòr approached the fat human who stood back against the wall, Suwu and Cañar standing guard near him.

Lòr unslung his pick as he stepped in front of the human. He looked up, gazing deep into the eyes of the foul servant of darkness.

“I am captain,” the human spoke, “I rule over Finderblunts. What I do is right. What do you want, capybara man?”

There was no fear in his voice, nor was there any hint of other emotion. He continued, “Have you come to defeat me? Slay me, perhaps?”

Lòr stood there silently. He looked at Cañar and Suwu, who eyed the human closely, prepared to retaliate if he made any sudden moves. Lòr grimaced. His innards hurt. In all the scuffling he had taken several hits, and only in this moment did he realize that they may have been more devastating than he thought.

“You ignorant fools!”, the human laughed, “Do you think that by taking me, or any of my underlings, down you will accomplish anything? Hah! Such naïvety! You kill one of us and the gods of death will choose a new harbinger, a new champion!”

Lòr felt fear begin to creep in. He hesitated.

“Do it. Do it now,” Suwu hissed, gripping her sword hilt tightly, “Do not listen to him -- end it now.”

The human turned to walk down the hall, waving his hand down dismissively at the young capybara man, “Pitiful idiot. A mere pawn of the selfish gods.”

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The necromancer's head rolled on the ground as his body fell to its knees, blood spraying from the neck: with unbelievable might Lòr had swung his pick so hard, so furiously it had ripped the head off the shoulders with a sickening tearing and slurping sound.

The captain was dead.



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Exhausted Suwu looked around. None of the corpse pieces seemed to move any longer. Blood, innards and flesh was everywhere. The stone floor was painted a slick red and one had to be careful not to slip and fall down.

Ova was sitting in a crouched position, gasping for breath. He was wheezing and clutching his chest.

Lòr was panting, too. He had dropped his buckler and looked at his left thumb, which was twisted into an unnatural position. From the looks of it, that thumb would take a long time to heal -- if it ever would.

Things had not been as easy as 'walk into the tower, kill the captain and be off as heroes of the day'. No, not at all.

For you see, the moment they had left the room with the dead captain things had taken an unexpected turn, or perhaps it was something they should have expected: the power of Undeath is not stopped by killing the mortal flesh.

No, if not taken care of properly, flesh can come back over and over again.

And that is precisely what had happened.

Corpses rising from the ground. Necromancers in the dark, gesturing. Body pieces being severed. Only to come back with a vengeance. Put down once. Twice. Thrice. Suwu had lost count of how many she had killed -- if that is even the proper word to use when dealing with the undead!

She had lost track of her companions. Each was caught in their own fight for survival. She, Cañar and Rin had remained unscathed. But not Lòr and Ova. Lòr would survive, but of Ova she was worried... She was not sure he would make it.

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“I swear...”, Lòr panted as he followed Suwu who was inspecting the corpses, poking them with the tip of her blade to see if they still twitched, “I swear I put that goblin down at least four times! By Mestthos, four times!”

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“Our work is not yet done,” Suwu said, “There may be more of these foul minions of the Prince. How are you feeling, Ova?”

“I-I feel so fragile...”, the mandrill man replied from behind, “But there is still breath in me...”

'At least for the time being', he thought.

He was, in fact, feeling hopeless. Maybe this was to be his end? Maybe he would not see the green of the grass, nor hear the wind rustling through the leaves... Maybe he would die in this dead land, far from the reach of the benevolent gods, from the soothing embrace of Ôsed... No, he had to push on. This didn't discourage him. He would keep going.



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The companions went from room to room, encountering numerous amounts of books and scrolls...

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...They climbed narrow, twisting steep stairs...

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...Walked through winding halls...

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...Through seemingly endless maze-like passages...

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...Passages that went on and on.

Until...

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...Until they arrived at the topmost spire of the tower of Finderblunts.



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The five companions stood in the dark chamber with a faint eerie light glowing in its center, casting sinister shadows on the walls.

In the center was a table forged from copper and on the table lay a slab -- an ancient limestone slab from which the light emanated. The light flickered and pulsed slowly, like a throbbing heart pumping poisoned blood into the veins of the body.

The presence of Death and Evil was tangible in the air. One could almost grasp it from the air.

They stared at slab, looking at it silently.

“That is it...”, Lòr said with a hushed voice that echoed from the walls, “That is from where the waves of Darkness came... In my dream.”

“Then it must be the source of power,” Cañar spoke looking at it deeply with a sense of unease creeping over him. He felt the hairs in his spine raise as he continued, “From whence the dark sorcerers drew their strength.”

“Yes,” Lòr nodded. He was certain this was it. This was where evil entered the world. This was key. This was what Mestthos had guided him towards, though it looked far less sinister here than in his vision.

“If it is as you say,” Cañar continued, “Then we must... Destroy it. One way or the other.”

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Rin looked at the slab from the other side of the copper table, not paying much attention to what the others were saying: he was still shaken by the horrible massacre in the entry hall where they had been nearly overrun by the Dead.

The slab seemed to draw his gaze in. In and in. Deeper. Ever the deeper. It was as if he was gaping into a void. An otherworldy emptiness.

He could now only see the slab in the room...

'Gogollomoth Uja Sutar...,' Rin heard hundreds of dissonant whispers in his mind. 'Gogollomoth Uja Sutar... Crypttomb... The Urns of Fate...'

He closed his eyes and clutched his ears.

He still saw the slab.

And the voices did not stop.

'Rin... Rin... Gogollomoth Uja Sutar... Lomoth Lomoth Donu... Rin...'

No, they beckoned him.



=====

Surprisingly the tower expedition was far from the anticlimax I was waiting for. For once DF agreed to cooperate with the story!

Okay, maybe not such a surprising turn of events there in the end...


I cut out a LOT of combat, and by Mestthos, that was a horribly chaotic battle in the hall when suddenly necromancers and possibly undead lieutenants began raising corpses. I honestly lost track of what happened and am unsure how Ova got his wounds. Not surprised of it though: he is unarmored. Like most of our heroes. Cañar and Rin are the only ones with proper armor. I'm just happy we didn't loose anyone there. Could've gone really, really bad.

Completely forgot to butcher the corpses, but I guess it would've been meta-gaming if I'd done it. After all, our heroes don't know shit about facing undead.

Unsurprisingly we lost the crows somewhere when checking the other buildings (didn't yet go through all). Well, they certainly would not have survived the undead onslaught in the hall, so I guess it's a good thing they left?

Also as a note: even though I'm mentioning 'the Prince' (meaning Abod the Prince of Duty), these necromancers are not of the Abod strain. They're from a human death god. But our capies don't know that, so that's why I'm referring to the Prince.

But in any case, looks like my old Warhammer GM mode is kicking in since things are starting to turn a bit to the grimdark side after all. It was inevitable.

Let's see what happens next.

Speculations, ideas, etc. welcome.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 05, 2022, 05:08:38 am
Glad that went better than the last time I attempted such a thing, and as for the slab I say grab it and another such evil text and chuk em into a volcano. As the best way to stop such evil is to cleanse it with fire.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 05, 2022, 03:29:27 pm
oh no... the call to power caught Rin. things are gonna get Cthulu up in here.

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But in any case, looks like my old Warhammer GM mode is kicking in since things are starting to turn a bit to the grimdark side after all. It was inevitable.

it was inevitable

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my favorite element of personality system are these changes. such good story fodder! and it remains fairly unexplored, or at least I am unaware of the exact mechanism or connection between stressful events and personality changes.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 05, 2022, 04:47:08 pm
oh no... the call to power caught Rin. things are gonna get Cthulu up in here.

Haha, Lovecraftian (and WFRP) stuff always tend to come into play when the necromancers arrive.

my favorite element of personality system are these changes. such good story fodder! and it remains fairly unexplored, or at least I am unaware of the exact mechanism or connection between stressful events and personality changes.

I know SalfordSal did some science on memories and stress (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=177577.0) in 0.47.04, and I think it touches the personality stuff, though it mostly concerns stress. I believe long term memories are linked to personality changes?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: IncompetentFortressMaker on December 05, 2022, 07:46:16 pm
I believe long term memories are linked to personality changes?
Yep! Particularly nasty or good things that get turned into long-term memories (such as seeing a dead body [for some], seeing someone die, experiencing trauma, giving birth to/gaining a child, being confined [for some], wearing old/tattered clothing) will all eventually cause personality changes. The changes can affect a unit's intellectual values or personality traits or both. You can even have two separate changes modify the same value/personality trait, in which case only the newest one's effect is shown at present - I think Toady is planning on fixing that for the Steam release though.
Exactly what is eligible for personality changing I don't know. There was of course the infamous "is frequently depressed after being rained on" thing but Toady did some changes with 47.xx so you don't really see that anymore.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 05, 2022, 07:54:42 pm
Part XIII:
To Find Smarter Minds

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23rd of Obsidian, 370

Cañar stepped to the table and tapped the slab lightly with his war hammer. When nothing happened, he lifted it and put it in his backpack.

“How do we destroy it?”, the elephant man turned to the others who stood around the table silently, “How can we possibly get rid of this source of evil? Did your dream tell it to you, Lòr?”

“I-I... No,” Lòr mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts. The dream had led them this far, yet no matter how much he went through it in his head, there was nothing that hinted on how to destroy the slab. He continued, “I'm afraid that is something the dream didn't tell me...”

“Surely there was something?”, Suwu said, “Think carefully. Maybe there is some clue you missed?”

But no. There was no clue. Lòr had no inkling of what to do next. He looked at his friends, all staring at him expectantly. The attention made him slightly uncomfortable. As his gaze shifted from one to the other, he noticed Rin: the goblin had his eyes shut and hands over his ears.

“Rin? Are you alright?”, Lòr asked.

The goblin opened his eyes, put his hands down and wiped them on the hem of his silk coat. The voices in his head had stopped. How long had been like that? It was a bit embarrassing.

“Yeah,” Rin spoke, “I'm fine. I, uh, I was just thinking there... What to do. How to get rid of this... This thing.” He pointed at Cañar's backpack.

“Well,” it was now Ova's turn to open his mouth. He still clutched his chest, his breath wheezing, but speaking was not too difficult, “We have time to think of ways... We still have to...” He paused to inhale deeply. It hurt his sides, but he continued, “To make sure there are no undead nor other minions left.”

“Agreed,” Suwu nodded, “There were still many a building we didn't search. And we have to question those -- things.” With that she meant the abominations who had joined their side in the hall of the tower, doing battle against the sorcerers and the corpses they raised.

Their work certainly wasn't finished.



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Suwu approached the black-scaled humanoid wearing a long, flowing dress. It was looking at the mutilated bodies, blood and viscera strewn about the hall. Its large mandibles clicked and chittered, its hand trembled visibly.

“Hail,” Suwu raised her hand in greeting, “I am Suwu Cleanmusics the Confusing Smokes, the bane of giants, the--”

“Murderer! Killer!”, the creature interrupted, looking at Suwu and the group of four behind her with fear in its eyes. It took several steps back as it continued, “You took the life of Upu! You ended the days of Mec Urgedguard!”

Suwu drew her sword.

The abomination turned and ran into the dark of the hall.

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Suwu ran after it up the stairs where she gained on the scaled monster.

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With one mighty blow Suwu severed the creature's leg. It fell down screaming in pain and horror.

A swift stab to the head put it out of its misery.

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As Suwu raised her gaze from the body, she noticed another of the scaly beings coming down a staircase.

“What have you done!?”, it yelled at the capybara woman who had just brutally murdered its friend, “You will get no forgiveness with these acts, murderer!”

“Calm yourself!”, Suwu snapped at it, though her words were more directed at herself than the being. She was afraid. Her hands were shaking. This was unlike of her. Acting rashly. Maiming. Killing. All she wanted was that the horror of this day would end.

She felt herself cracking. Her lower lip began to quiver.

“I-It was all so quick...”, she looked at the bodies on the floor, the blood staining her hands, “It wasn't supposed to go this way...”

She sheathed her sword as the others reached the scene.

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“Tell me about this place,” Lòr said as he approached the creature from behind Suwu, “Tell me who rules this place? Your captain is dead.”

“This is Finderblunts,” the creature replied, turning its gaze to the capybara man, “The death of Githa means nothing: there will be another captain. Nedul Droopyears is next in line, hah! Your pitiful attempts are vain -- we are right in all the matters, you ignorant fools. This world will be ours.

Lòr walked closer, keeping his pick close to hand.

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“Tell me then, creature,” he said, his hand slowly grasping the handle of the pick, “How strong a hold on these accursed lands do you now have? Pray, tell me!”

“HAH!”, the creature laughed, its mandibles clacking unnervingly, “This will not challenge them -- us -- at all! Tell me, how can you defeat the forces of death itself? Death is inevitable.”

It pointed at all the corpses lying on the floor, trying to appear unperturbed, but one could see it wavering. There was a slight quiver to its voice. It was afraid.

“Come, join us,” Lòr continued, “Join us and help us rid this world of these foul sorcerers. Redeem yourself.”

The creature sneered, its mandibles clacked and rattled agitatedly as it spoke, “I have no interest in such folly, murderer.”

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“Well then,” Lòr put his hand on the shaft of his pick, “Be prepared to be sent into the Abyss, foul creature of the Night!”

He drew his pick and charged.



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The companions sat under the clear sky lit by stars, a waxing half moon visible in the western sky. A cold breeze blew from the east, from the dead grounds of Finderblunts, but no longer was there the presence of death in it.

They were huddled around a campfire lit next to a frozen pond, sitting under the canopy of a weeping willow. They inspected each other's wounds -- some not as bad as thought, but others worse when one took a closer look: Lòr could barely move his left hand. The thumb was not only smashed open and fractured. Tendons and ligaments appeared to be torn; his left paw was cut apart and he could not stand without aid. Fortunately they had found a wooden crutch from one of the ziggurats and Lòr used it to support his weight.

Fighting would prove difficult in his condition. Yet, it might be that the fighting was done for: Finderblunts had been cleansed. There were no more living nor undead standing.

Suwu turned her gaze to Cañar: his trunk was bleeding and badly crushed. One of the six-legged vicious beasts they had encountered in the ziggurats had proven to be a formidable foe and caused them many a wound. But it, too, was put down in the end.

And Ova. Ova was still wheezing, clutching his side and chest once in a while. But he had survived this long. He would survive longer. Time would heal the wounds. Unless infection set in.

That was a major concern.

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Suwu looked at her right arm and hand: it was gashed and missing hair in places. But her palm. It was bruised. Badly. And it was painful. When touched, you could feel how it was much, much warmer than the rest of the skin. She feared infection might have set in.

But she said nothing of it to the others. They were exhausted from the day.

Except Rin -- he appeared to be the only one who came out unscathed.

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Suwu put her head down on the grass and her hands behind her head. She looked at the stars as she lay there. 'I wonder if the stories of the stars being the souls of the Children of Ôsed are true, she pondered as her thoughts once more raced to Edu.

Oh how she had loved him! Not in a romantic way, mind you, but as a friend, a comrade, a kindred spirit. They had seen so much together, and there would have been so much they could have seen still. But settled life in Waterlures, getting married and raising children -- like Lòr -- took all of Edu's time until his final, fateful day.

She sighed. She wished Edu was back. Here with her, with his son. Helping them rid the world of the plague of undeath. His son's divine mission. Perhaps Suwu wasn't so interested in the motivations of the god of fortresses, but she certainly was committed to helping Lòr. She owed it to Edu.

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Lòr stood up, walked to the edge of the pond, then back to the others. He was thinking. Thinking hard what was to be their next step. He looked at his friends. They had come to help him in his quest even when they did not have to. They were ready to leave everything behind for him. To sacrifice themselves even.

“My brothers and sister,” Lòr began, “I must offer my sincerest thanks to you. On behalf of myself and Mighty Mestthos. I would not be standing here today were it not for you.” He leaned on his crutch: he wasn't really standing on his own even now, but...

“You're adventurous spirit was what I needed. Had you not come to Morningwilt with news of my father's death, I would still be ruminating on the dream I had. You helped me understand it, come to realise what it meant...”, he paused and looked upon the eyes now set upon him. Suwu had stood up. He could sense pride in her eyes. Or at least he thought it was pride.

“With your aid and the guidance of Mestthos we brought siege upon Finderblunts. My dream, it was no longer a mere veiled poem. Together, together we came here singing 'scourges!' as we lay waste to the calamitous wickedness nested in that evil, wicked, barren place,” he pointed behind him to the east where the now empty tower stood in the darkness.

“Surely the wind mourns no more. We have done a great deed for the living, for the Great Mestthos...”, once again he paused, “...A great deed for Waterlures.”

“Aye,” Suwu raised her voice and fist, “For Waterlures!”

The rest joined in, standing, fists up high, “For Waterlures!”



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24th of Obsidian, 370

The next morning the sun shone from a bright sky. They had rested well, and despite sore muscles and painful bruises -- Ova and Lòr were both feeling better now -- they were eager to continue their journey wherever it took them.

The night had gone relatively calmly -- barring the fool of a cougar woman who thought them as easy prey, only to be put down herself. They were once again in the verdant Awe-Inspiring Forest, heading northwest.

Their wounds needed tending and they certainly could use more rest. Rin knew that close to the tower were small hamlets of the humans of the Just Union. He had lived in the area before coming to Waterlures. In one of the villages they hoped to recuperate and make plans.

For they did not know what it would take to destroy the evil slab. Clearly it was of unholy origin and no normal means would work. Cañar had tried to smash it with his might and hammer, but even with his unimaginable strength the slab was undented with nary a crack in it from the blow.

They needed the help of smarter minds.



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But once again their journey did not go without incident.

As they made their way through the bamboo thickets, the sun still low in the eastern sky, a guttural roar was heard from the side: a large, bloated humanoid with three stubby tails charged from between the trunks, its body covered in short and even black hair that seemed to suck all light in. Its eyes glowed a sickly yellow as it lunged forth with knife in hand!

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The creature of the Night attacked the elephant man, but Cañar dodged it, swinging his hammer: it hit the foul beast's hand with a wicked crack! Immediately Cañar bullrushed the surprised creature, colliding with it and knocking it over as the others rushed to help.

But their help was not needed, for Cañar continued his onslaught by taking hold of the monster's head and ripping it into loose shreds!



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Once they had entered the more open Playful Hill, it took not long until they saw several buildings in the north -- possibly a monastery -- and what looked to be a town of some kind in the northwest.

They headed first for the monastery.



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Suwu stood at an open wall of the upper floors of a temple they had entered. This was a monastery for certain, but so far they had not encountered a single living soul. Suwu was unsure what god it was dedicated to, but from what she and the others understood of the statues, engravings and frescoes, this was where the Strifeful Communion was formed.

Cañar and Rin had heard that name before and knew that it was some elven sect that worshiped a human deity. Maybe one of revenge? The name of the god they couldn't recall.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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What the companions had found curious was that there were several statues of the necromancer captain, Githa, from Finderblunts. The statues depicted scenes where the vile sorcerer corrupted others to work for him or join his side.

It was clear that these evil-doers had been wreaking havoc here for a long, long time.

But those times should now be over.



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The monastery proved to be abandoned. No wonder, since it was only a short distance from the wickedness of the tower. The only life they encountered there was a traveling pack of wild boar and carp in a stream.

Next they headed to the village they had seen in the distance.

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At first the hamlet appeared to be empty, too. The limestone buildings were ramshackle and decrepit with holes in their roofs. Some buildings were half-collapsed. And the gardens grew only weeds or were barren.

But as they made their way from building to building, sounds were heard from inside one of the huts.

Suwu drew her sword and began creeping closer...

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What she saw inside surprised her: two small, squat humanoids garbed in crude tunics and loincloths were huddled against a wall. They were munching on what seemed to be the remains of a rat or some other rodent, their large pointy ears twitching with every bite. They turned to look at the capybara woman with their round yellow eyes that glowed in the dark of the building.

She had never seen any creatures like this.

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As one of the creatures approached her, Cañar and Lòr entered the building stepping to stand guard on her sides.

“Hello there small one,” Suwu said as calmly as she could, “I am Suwu and these are my companions. Is this your home?”

Jeebibus bumbunis... Me Tlolofotreegus,” the creature answered with barely intelligible words. It looked impatient and agitated, eyeing at the creatures far larger than it was.

Glefeebsis... Clobberberpullsuudrus,” it continued, “Trarsnus rulesbis!

It looked still quite uneasy and untrusting. Suwu grabbed a walnut and an amulet from her pocket, offering them to the creature. It snatched them from her hand, its eyes gleaming. It looked pleased.

“Kobolds!”, Rin let out. He had just entered the building and was surprised to see the creatures as well. It was not his first time, no. When leading the pilgrims to Waterlures he had encountered three in the hamlet of Fellspreads. But the encounter had been a short one, since they didn't respond to him.

These, however, appeared to know how to speak. Or at least they knew some words.



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They learned nothing more from the kobolds. Their vocabulary was very limited and it was hard to make any sense of their utterances.

So they left the hamlet, which they thought was called Clobberpulls -- if they had understood the kobolds' words correctly.

They steered clear of the town next to the hamlet. Rin said that the town had long since fallen under darkness and knew not what its current state was. While it certainly would have been something they should have investigated, the companions agreed that they were in no shape after Finderblunts to head to another possible confrontation.

Now they sat within the walls of a ruined wooden house, its floor and roof rotten long ago. Suwu had made a fire on the floor of sand and they all had gathered around it.

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Suwu began to hum and sing 'Amethysts'. Though she sang quite sloppily, the others did not mind and joined in, simulating various instruments. This time Rin didn't join in and grumbled how awful it all sounded.

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Once the songs were sung, something came to Suwu's mind: she once again remembered the discussions she had had with Tekkud about the library in Fencereined.

“That's it!”, Suwu jumped up, startling the others, “That's where we'll find the answers we need!”

“What?”, Rin looked at her from the fire, confused.

“Remember how I told about the fortress of Fencereined just a couple days ago?”, she explained excitedly, “How Tekkud told me of the grand library and elf scholars there? In an ancient fortress of a fallen dwarf kingdom...”

“Ah,” Ova looked up understanding where this was headed, “The one now controlled by Múya Loré!”

“That is far away,” Cañar spoke, his eyes still watching the flames of the fire dancing and flickering mesmerizingly, “It would take us many a day, perhaps weeks even, to reach it. Surely there are places of knowledge closer.”

“Exactly. We don't have days,” Rin interjected, turning his eyes up and west towards the sun which was soon to set, “The next full moon is in less than a week,” he pointed to the east where the waxing gibbous moon was already somewhat visible, “What do we do if the curse takes hold of Lòr?”

“Tie me down then,” Lòr said, “Shut me somewhere for the night. I-I can't completely control myself when the Beast takes over... But I can do my best to resist... And... And with the strength granted by Mestthos I may be able to hold the frenzy back.”

“I can hold you down if need be,” Cañar put his hand on Lòr's shoulder, “I have faced the cursed ones. And while strong, they are no match for this old elephant who has not yet lost his vigor.”

The elephant man looked at the others, “I say we head for Fencereined, and... And if on the way we encounter any who can help us, good. It will make our quest shorter.”

“Agreed,” Suwu nodded. Lòr joined in.

“Agreed,” Ova smiled. He would get to see the greenery of his lands of birth once more.

The companions attention turned to Rin.

“I guess we're going to Fencereined then, huh?”, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

He would have to follow them. He did not want to. It was folly. He turned his gaze on Cañar's backpack. He had to follow them.

He had no choice.

Gogollomoth Uja Sutar said so.



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A bit slow progress here. This adventure might take some time if it goes the direction I think it'll be taking.

I'll have to figure how I can take some peaks into Waterlures once in a while, but I guess we could put the adventurers at some point for some "downtime" in a town or something (to heal, research, etc.)?

I had apparently added CAN_SPEAK to kobolds at some point, but I'm thinking that we'll just interpret their speech as mostly gibberish with some understandable words like I did in this case.

The town we bypassed is probably conquered by some necromancer group, but I haven't checked if their the same as in Finderblunts. In any case, I decided to skip it and have Rin warn about it (it was mentioned during Rin's and the pilgrims' journey that there were some foul things going around the place, I think?). Didn't really feel like taking on another possibly large battle which might've been similar to the stuff in Finderblunts. The wounds were a good excuse.

And speaking of wounds, at least Suwu and Cañar had infections. Ova or Lòr had one too, I believe. But I'm not so concerned of Lòr since we'll probably not finish a grand enough quest before he turns next time. (Not yet sure how I'll handle that without it being meta-gamey.)

Might be a shorter update tomorrow, got some other stuff also to do, but I'll do my best to get something up.

Oh, and then there's the Steam release. Won't affect Waterlures. I'll be anyways sticking with 0.47.05 until adventure mode makes into Premium (gonna buy it and try it at some point, tho).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 05, 2022, 07:59:08 pm
There was of course the infamous "is frequently depressed after being rained on" thing but Toady did some changes with 47.xx so you don't really see that anymore.

Yeah, the .05 stress fix. The rain fix made surface forts so much easier and viable. They were possible before, but the amount of de-stressing needed was enormous (and didn't work with everyone).

Wasn't so satisfied with the seeing corpses part fix. You just need one corpse lying around for a while and that's it, everyone is desensitised. (But I never really had problems with the corpse issues, since I don't like playing military oriented forts and only liked it when citizens freaked out of all the death -- barring that one tooth stuck in the tree.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 06, 2022, 02:36:29 am
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barring that one tooth stuck in the tree.

yeah dwarves are rather... imaginative.

"I saw a body!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! It was as big as my thumb and looked like a molar!"

" . . .you dolt."

*proceeds to suffer from PTSD for rest of their dwarvenly existence*
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 06, 2022, 05:02:51 am
Seems like we've got quite the epic quest going here, hopefully things will continue to go as smoothly has they have been.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 06, 2022, 09:21:46 am
Seems like we've got quite the epic quest going here, hopefully things will continue to go as smoothly has they have been.

It's been surprisingly epic and smooth sailing this far! But since is DF, I doubt it'll last like it. Something weird is bound to happen eventually. It is inevitable.

Edit. Forgot to mention, we'll also maybe get a better understanding of what's going on in the world by heading to Fencereined. The voyage will take us through pretty much every civilized land Minbazkar has to offer. Our civ, the Fence of Amusement, is quite isolated from the rest (well, except the goblins of the Hell of Miseries in the south tundras).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 06, 2022, 08:33:51 pm
Part XIV:
Night Has Fallen

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25th of Obsidian, 370

The following morning as the sun rose, the companions gathered their equipment and headed north. Following the river going through the abandoned hamlet, they passed another village, Fellspreads. They did not tarry there, but Rin said he had seen kobolds there before he arrived at Waterlures.

Ova did not believe him at first, for he had been in the same group and he had seen none. He did later accept that Rin might have seen kobolds in one house, which the others hadn't looked in.

The weather was fair as they walked along the river bank, heading towards the coast. From there it would be easier to navigate to Fencereined.

And there would be towns at the coast. Human towns.



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In the hamlet of Destinedonslaughts they saw more kobolds. These odd creatures had apparently claimed the whole region as their whole from the looks of it.

While the companions didn't share a language with the little creatures, there was something they all understood: music.

And so they sang together.

It was a good way to take the mind off the horrors seen in the tower.



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Along the bank of the wide river they went, striding through the dense meadow-grass. Willows, ash and various nut trees grew along the riverbed.

A fresh, cool breeze blew from the east and the sky was clear.

The Steppe of Trades was a pleasing place to travel.



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Across the river to the south they saw strange buildings in the horizon. They looked like some kind of pyramid-like structures.

“Tombs of ancient human kings,” Cañar enlightened the rest.

Rin would have been eager to venture forth to investigate them, but the river was too wide to cross. Perhaps the capybara folk could've made the swim over, but Rin -- Rin did not know how to swim.



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At a river confluence they turned north, following a narrower waterway upstream. If they would have followed the wide river further to the west, they would have entered goblin lands of the Cunning Witch in the Dignified Swamps -- a warm, humid marsh stretching all the way to the coast, in Rin's words.

It was contested territory, but Cañar and Rin believed the goblins still held sway there.

And it would make their journey longer if they went that way.



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Fair weather did not last.

When Suwu and the others stopped to eat and fill their waterskins from the river, gray clouds had covered the sky and rain began to fall.

“More rain,” Ova grumbled to Rin, “As if we did not see enough of it back at Waterlures.”



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The rain hadn't stopped as they reached the Swamps of Noiselessness. It was slow to walk through the thick growth of reeds, sedges and cattails, walking under the cover of gnarled oaks and willows, feet and paws sinking into the muck if one was not careful.



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The sun was far to the west, preparing to set, and the swampy lands had changed back to the plains of the Steppe of Trades. Snow still covered the ground here, despite them being further to the north.

“The winters here can be long and cold, too,” Cañar explained to the others as they gathered around the campfire between two walnut trees.

“I always thought the north was a warm place, always green,” Lòr said as he watched how his breath was visible in the air.

“We're not even halfway to what I call north,” Ova spoke, “And even there, in some places it snows in the winter. It is how Ôsed works.”

“Well,” Suwu joined in, “We've quite a journey ahead of us before we get there by the sounds of it. But, how about a song before we head to sleep?”

“Certainly!”, Lòr sounded excited, “Such gaiety would do us good!”

“...As long as it's not 'Amethysts' -- again,” Rin added.

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And so they sang.



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26th of Obsidian, 370

The following day the journey continued, their path taking them along the river until they saw the Desert of Disappearrances ahead of them in the wests. They turned north from there, for in the western horizon rose what appeared to be watch towers -- possibly the towers of dark pits where goblins reside.

As they made their way north, they saw a castle looming in the distance.

They walked to it, crossing a shallow brook. The walls of the castle were built of limestone -- like most buildings in this area -- reaching high, high up. Certainly no invader could easily climb over them.

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They circled around the wall walking up a slope.

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And on the north side of the wall were sturdy gates. The gates were open, and the companions entered, heading down a slope into the courtyard.

There they encountered a human who greeted them and told them that this was Jokeomens, a castle ruled by the Fellowship of Peeking, and a certain Dether Knittedknighted was the baron.

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In the keep of the castle they met the baron Dether.

The travelers were welcomed by the old-looking man with a round chin and no hair nor beard on his head. With a scratching voice he told how the Fellowship of Peeking was at war with the Root of Wisps -- an elven group from the Growl of Pleating.

“Those bastards thought they have claim on all trees, all trees in the Enchanted Dimensions!”, the baron puffed, “In our lands! Can you believe their insolence? They dared call us 'butchers' after we felled trees from my forest!”

'If Yawo would be here, oh what a fiasco this meeting would turn out to be,' Rin thought to himself while listening to the baron going on a rant. 'It would have been glorious,' he chuckled in his mind.



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After talking with some of the inhabitants of Castle Jokeomens the journey continued north. Across the open lands they saw the buildings of a town looming ahead of them, and, if their eyes or mind didn't play tricks on them, they saw the ocean lay beyond it.

They were close to the coast.



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But when they arrived at what appeared to be the market square of the town, rain falling heavily, they were unnerved by the appearrance of the merchants behind their tables of wares.

Large humanoids with wrinkled skin the color of charcoal stood there silently, looking at the travelers with their three eyes -- and creature each had three short tails even. These were no humans -- these were twisted forms created by evil magic!

Yet, they appeared not to be hostile, and, in fact, welcomed the companions with open arms.



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The talk the companions had with these creatures -- 'Kadol's demons', they called themselves -- was deeply troubling.

Silently and with hesitant steps they walked deeper into town. They needed to find a place where to discuss what they had learned.

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The companions sat on the floor of the back room of an empty house. They had snuck into the first abandoned building they had seen, making sure none saw them enter.

For many a minute they just sat there, silent. Each in their own thoughts.

“I knew not that things were so dire in these lands,” Cañar broke the silence, “Even though I lived my early life in the Just Union, I rarely ventured further than my home. Until I ended up with Shebi and Kumil, traveling to the south. Things were bleak back then, but the extent of the turmoil... I did not understand it then.”

“I just didn't care back then,” Rin joined in, “I admit. I didn't care. One way or the other. I grew up in the pits. Horrid places. Disgusting. Death. Murder. When that's all you know, you just try to survive. And that I did... But it changed... When I got to Waterlures. Met you lot.”

Ova turned to look at the goblin. This wasn't something the goblin normally did. He was not one to speak of his past. “You can hardly blame yourself, Rin,” Ova said, “I too, changed in Waterlures. We all did.”

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“Look,” Suwu spoke, her gaze still on the floor, “We have more pressing matters to discuss than our pasts and how we changed. What that 'Kadol's demon' said disturbed me greatly... The Tin Pools. That's who rules this town now. They've been ruling it for nearly a century now! All the surrounding hamlets and towns we have seen have been overrun by the Dark!”

All eyes turned on the capybara woman.

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“And the Tin Pools. That's a part of the Prestigious Glazes. That's what the creature told us. A dwarven group, a band of sorcerers,” Suwu continued, repeating what they had heard, “And these sorcerers, they revere some 'Kadol Dimpledbronze', see him as their overlord.”

She raised her gaze and looked at her friends, one by one.

“Did you hear what they said?”, she continued, “What those demons said? 'We are Kadol's demons, named after our mighty, immortal lord. We are his children. Made better from the very flesh of Ocna Taxtools, once human, now the First of us. In Roarband we were born.'

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Suwu paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, “With pride they said how this town was 'liberated' by their masters when they battled the Posts of Holding. The previous rulers of this town. 'Murderous bandits' they called them.”

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“But this town, Unitebrands, it was not a bandit town, no, not originally,” she went on, “They spoke of the Teal Fellowship that was part of the Distant Confederations. How the founding of this place marked the beginning of the calendar. And these minions of the Prestigious Glazes wiped out the humans living here...”

She stood up.

“Bandit or not, I know not,” her speech continued, ”But what I know -- feel even -- is that they did not want to liberate. No, not unless you believe that separating the soul from the living body with death is liberation.”

Lòr looked confused, “What do you mean with all this, Suwu?”

“I-I don't really know...”, she began to stammer. She had lost her train of thought.

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“Let me try to explain,” Rin joined the discussion, “So, what I understand is that this Kadol. This dwarf is not of the same group as those wicked men we encountered in Finderblunts. No, those Kadol's demons spoke of another tower, 'Islandfences'.”

“And? I still don't understand,” Lòr asked.

“Well, we're obviously deep within the territory of different sorcerers,” the goblin explained, rolling his eyes, “These lands are being ravaged and plagued by more than one group of evil-doers.” He said the last words slowly, as if to make his point clearer.

“Rin speaks right,” Suwu nodded and rubbed her chin. It felt odd. She looked at her hand. Huh, even after all these years, she was still not used to her right hand missing the first finger.

“It is troubling, indeed,” Cañar spoke, “But we can not fight this foe with only the five us... It would require an army.”

“And how does this change Lòr's -- our -- quest?”, Ova asked, “Surely Lòr's dream led us to Finderblunts to discover that... That thing.” The mandrill man pointed at Cañar's backpack where the slab was stored.

“It does not change it for the moment,” Suwu said, “We'll continue our way to Fencereined to seek answers and see what happens then... But I think we should be wary of what we say. We don't know who to trust in these lands.”

“Yeah,” Rin jumped in, seeing where this was headed, “We should assume some new identities. Something that doesn't point us to the south. Especially to Waterlures.”



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They did not linger longer in Unitebrands and slipped out of town quietly in the rain. Most of the buildings here were abandoned and they steered far from the castle standing as a monument of power in the western side of town.

They took the road leading north and east.

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They continued on the road going through the Steppe of Trades and saw the Dune of Haze to the west. A sand desert on the shores of the sea.

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Further on, the peaks of the Walls of Spray rose in the east: those were said to be the home of the dwarves of the Bent Spear; and where some of the capybara folk from Waterlures had their roots.

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But they ventured not into the high mountains.

No, they turned north at the crossroads, taking the road along the foothills and braving the borders of the Cruel Waste that lay to the west.

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It was good that they chose to only climb the foothills, for even they were quite steep and tired the legs and paws.

Herds of wild ponies were sighted along the way -- each group sent in flight when they saw the travelers on the road.

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The foothills of claystone were a desolate and barren place. It was hard to follow the road that wound through narrow valleys and ravines. More than once they stepped off the path and had to retrace their steps to find their way back to the road.

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But eventually they made their way over the rugged cliffs and crags, setting foot and paw on dirt road. The bleak, rocky scenery changed to a verdant one: dense carpetgrass grew over most of the ground; dry stalks of wild maize of the previous summer were here and there; and fruit and nut trees with lush canopies still in leaf cast long shadows as the sun set in the west.

Night had begun to fall.



=====

Not much progress again, but I spent much of the time trying to figure out stuff from Legends and what our heroes could know and what possibly they could learn from the Kadol's demons.

Getting more and more attached to this world. There seems to be an awful lot of stuff happening in the north. But I expected as much when I started Waterlures. Also why I chose the south, as there was less things going on and getting intertwined.

I didn't realize that the necromancer apocalypse is apparently quite far in the area we are now. So, I also have to rethink some stuff from the "backgrounds" of characters who came from the Just Unions, etc. Luckily I didn't really write anything detailed. Only some vague mentions, so no need to retcon things.

Also a point about necromancers and experiments: while in adventure mode they seem like awfully nice people when spoken to, we have to bear in mind that their main motivation is to kill the living. (Also, same applies to intelligent undead who come visiting Waterlures: they are evil or at the very least have nefarious intentions. I've only once encountered one who actually wasn't involved in any plots: confirmed it in legends.)

But yeah, this adventure seems to open us lots of possibilities of what to do in the broader world if we wish so. Would be fun if at some point we head from Waterlures to another "fort" in the world. Perhaps even of another civ? (Pity I didn't make all civs playable before genning the world.) Anyway, that's something we could consider at some point.

Ah, almost forgot!

The main question this time:

Any suggestion what kind of identities our protagonists should assume?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 07, 2022, 06:43:51 am
Any suggestion what kind of identities our protagonists should assume?
Why not a performance troop, it should work well as they seem to like to sing and tell stories, the perfect cover as it's something they'd be doing anyway.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 07, 2022, 08:18:42 pm
Welp, looks like I won't be getting enough content for an update today, sorry!

Wasted too much of the day reading feedback on the Steam release and then I tried some, err, "creative" stuff with Waterlures, which didn't work out (like I sort of suspected) and had to load the backup I did before that. So, didn't progress really anywhere in the game this time.

Tomorrow there should be an update.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 08, 2022, 08:33:16 pm
Part XV:
The Pomelo Tree

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26th of Obsidian, 370

“Look!”, Suwu exclaimed pointing at the foot of the steep cliff that rose in front of them overhanging the road, “There's a cave of some kind in that nook!”

“We should take shelter there,” Ova said, “It's freezing cold here.” His teeth were rattling as a icy, cold wind blew from the mountains, biting through cloth and wool.

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A rough-walled passage went both up and down.

They decided first to head up and explore what lay there.

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But it only led to a ledge overlooking the forest below.

The view was magnificent, though.

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They explored the rest of the cave, its twisting passages leading deep into the bowels of the stone. Once again they felt a gust of cavern air blow in their faces. The cave itselft had been empty, but the caverns were bound to have all manner of creatures lurking in the dark.

However, the companions five chose not to delve any deeper. They decided to return to the surface and rather make camp at the base of the cliff than in the cave: it could very well be the lair or den of a beast that was yet to return home.

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And so they returned to the surface to make camp under the shelter of the overhang.



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27th of Obsidian, 370

In the morning the journey continued on the road northwards, across the Contained Field.

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But at a crossroads they turned east. For Cañar mentioned that an old fortress of the dwarves of the Bent Spear was close. He did not remember much else about it, except its name: Controlledseal.

The name was familiar to all of them except Lòr. The gorlak prophet Ïteb often spoke of it back at home. It was the place where she had dreamt of Ôsed and Waterlures before she set forth 'with her flock' on a pilgrimage to the capybara village.

“Ah, I remember that!”, Rin said, “One of my first encounters with her. Cryptic words with little meaning... But I guess it panned out to be the best decision of my life to guide the group south.”

A proper place to rest for a day or two was needed. And they needed to resupply, too.

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The road wound back south as they passed several monasteries on the Confining Hill.

And there, ahead of them, rose the sturdy walls of the dwarven fortress built at the base of the Walls of Spray.

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And so they entered Controlledseal to rest and recuparate for a while.

But they knew they could not linger there long, for the next night, or the night after, the moon would be full.



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The companions gathered in a room above the Golden Fruit, the drinking hole close to the trade depot of Controlledseal. They had talked with some of the folks at the depot -- dwarves, elves, goblins -- and had learned much about the lay of the lands they knew not. Especially a goblin alderperson, who just so happened to be also a scholar, gave them much insight.

“Well,” Rin began, “At least we learned something from that Asmel.”

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'Oh, that silly cat', Suwu smiled as she thought of the cat milling about the trade depot, licking Ova's hands and giving her a head-bump as she had asked the way to Fencereined from the goblin.

“Yes,” she replied, “Quite a bit. It was good to get a better picture of how we should continue from here to the place.”

In fact, not only did the scholarly goblin tell about where Fencereined was, they learned some more of the past of the fortress and the fallen dwarven kingdom of the Mighty Ships.

“Fencereined? Yes, why I do know the way there,” the goblin had said and was so kind as to mark its location and the best route there on the crude map Suwu had with her.

“An odd place that fortress is. With quite the history. Did you know that the elves of the Typhoon of Lusters -- Múya Loré, as they call their lands -- waged war against the dwarves who built it? Ah, so you have heard then? How a simple thing, a small thing, caused it all in centuries past... You see, the elves and dwarves didn't see eye to eye on how animals -- animals, for Deler's sake! -- should be treated. And so one disagreement led to another, misunderstandings happened, and things escalated: war began... A devastating war for the dwarves of the Misty Ship. Yes, the losses of the elves were heavy, but they greatly outnumbered the dwarves, and in the end they practically wiped out the Misty Ship from the face of Minbazkar.”

It was, of course, something Suwu had already heard from Tekkud. Though, when she thought of it, some details were different and there seemed to be more to the story than she had thought at that time.

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“Indeed, the horrid battle that saw Fencereined fall is called Edumairafe, 'the Dangerous Assaults'. A large host of elves, clad in armor twisted from living wood with some fiendish magic, descended upon the walls of the fortress. It was a bloody siege where the dwarves fought valiantly, yet their courage and honor, nor superior skill, could not save them from the sheer amount of foes: all defenders were struck down.”

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“And as if the massacre itself was not enough, the elves in their bloodlust and savage ways disgraced the fleshly bodies left by the stalwart dwarves. The hellish treepeople, drenched in blood held a great feast to celebrate their victory: they feasted on the very flesh of the fallen people of the mountain! Such barbarity! Such cruelty!”

The goblin scholar then had rambled something about a temple the elves had built in the fortress. It was curious even to Suwu, who wasn't so interested in historical facts, that the Order of Harvesters worshipped a human goddess of the Relieved Realms, Zoku the Permanency of Quests, the goddess of longevity and youth. It was odd then to learn that many in Controlledseal adhered to that same faith.

Suwu and the others hadn't paid much attention to what the goblin told about the religion, but there was something that piqued their interest: the members of the cult were quite adamant in safekeeping their sacred relics -- they had even braved the lair and wrath of a dragon!

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“Yes, even to this day the ancient beast, the mistress of wealth and fire, Zutthan Ralvúsh Oltar, 'Zutthan Silveryheats the Gilded', lives. It is said she is the remnant of a time before time, but of course, that might by just tales spun by the elven scholars living in Fencereined. It is a curious thing that the lair of this mighty reptile is called the Scholarly Hole -- it would be a more fitting name for the elf scholars library, hehehe.”

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As the companions were pondering and discussing things while resting their weary feet, Rin walked back and forth restlessly.

“You know,” he began, “Why don't you guys stay here, get some rest and look to your cuts and bruises. I can go and find us provisions for the road ahead of us. I'm feeling a bit restless anyway and need to stretch my legs.”

“Certainly,” Lòr said as he stretched his legs, wriggling the toes of his paws, “While you're at it, could you see if there's some clothing that'd fit me? And, perhaps, if there's any better protection than this old elf armor? My clothes are mighty tattered...”

Rin looked at Lòr: indeed, the wooden elf armor was cracked and would hardly stop even a poking finger, and the young capybara man's clothes were but mere rags. It was no good to go around fortresses dressed like a pauper with no Urists in his pouch.

“Yes, I will see to that. I'm certain dwarf clothes will fit you well,” the goblin said, turning his gaze to Ova, “Might be a bit too big for you, Ova, but I'll see if there's something for you too. Proper armor would've helped you out at Finderblunts.”



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Rin wandered around Controlledseal, heading into the depths, passing many a shrine on the way. Before entering the halls proper, he saw a great road paved with stone leading south into the caverns -- possibly connecting the fortress to another one.

What surprised him was the sheer amount of livestock and animals these halls had: pigs, cows and ponies milling about, allowed to move freely within the halls. It was slightly curious then that Asmel the scholar had said such demeaning things about animals: clearly among the Bent Spears animals were cared for deeply. Maybe it was due to the large presence of elves seen here? But there were many humans and goblins, too, among the dwarves.



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'Surely no one will miss these,' Rin thought as he looked around if anyone noticed him enter a room, 'I am certainly not going to barter with these shrewd dwarves. They'd bleed us dry of the treasures we've found.'

Yes, he had no intention to pay the dwarves anything for the provisions he acquired. He had already filled his backpack with some pony cheese and now was looking for something for Lòr, and possibly Ova, to wear.

And in the personal rooms of the dwarves there were an awful lot of well-made clothes ripe for the picking.



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Rin walked up the passage from the deep halls of Controlledseal. His pack was now full of equipment and weighed him down quite a bit. He paused to take a breather at one of the shrines. There was an empty altar and a statue carved out of rutile depicting a goblin sitting and writing into a quire.

'Rin.'

Rin turned around. He had heard something, but there was no one near him. Only a dug scurried past him down the passage. What was it? He was certain he heard someone say his name. 'I must be imagining things,' the goblin shrugged as he took a closer look at the statue. It wasn't anything spectacular. Certainly not the quality he would've expected from dwarven hands.

'RIN. RIN ACUSAN,' a sudden voice boomed in Rin's head and a sharp pain stung his brain making him see white for a second.

'RIN FISTHEARTS. HEAR ME. FOLLOW MY VOICE.'

It was as if something took hold of his mind. He felt compelled to head up -- he had been heading there of his own accord, certainly, but now... Now he felt he had to go. Immediately.

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Rin's feet took him up the passage, as if new strength surged through his body. Yet, was it his body? Was he guiding it? Who -- or what -- was speaking to him?

When he arrived at the grand entry halls above, he headed south instead of north where the inn was. He turned right, walking towards what appeared to be a temple.

'COME TO ME, RIN. COME TO THE CHAPEL. I AM WAITING.'

Rin stepped onto the sand floor of the temple, the Clean Chapel, and he turned to look to his right.

There he saw it.

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Standing in the sand was an oddly shaped slab of horn silver, carved by hands not of this world. It was rectangular in shape, but the angles were all wrong: it narrowed towards the base and the top tilted up and to the right in a weird way.

Rin could feel it draw him closer. A similar pull that he had felt in Finderblunts, yet somehow different.

This slab did not glow no light. No, and it did not seem to reflect any, despite its smooth silvery surface.

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Rin bent over to take a closer look. A dog rushed to his side, looking curiously at the goblin, tilting its head from side to side.

'I AM BAZSA. BAZSA THE SINFUL,' the voice boomed in Rin's mind. He stepped back, fear taking hold of him.

'HEAR ME RIN! I AM YOUR MASTER NOW. AND YOU WILL OBEY ME. TAKE MARCESTGOGOL. LET ME SHOW YOU THE WAY.'

He stepped back to the slab. He looked around him. Nobody in sight. Except the dog.

He gave in to his urges: he reached for the slab.

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He picked it up. It was heavy.

Heavy as the worst of sins.

Then his eyes were drawn to the engravings on it. Weird, unintelligible glyphs that seemed to defy all logic.

Yet, it seemed he could make sense of them...

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He read the slab.

...But to the surprise of Rin, nothing happened.

He could read the words clearly. But he did not understand them. What their meaning was.

'FOOL! YOU THINK I WOULD TEACH YOU MY SECRETS? NO. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY. YOU ARE DEMON-BORN. SPAWN OF THE UNDERWORLD. A SLAVE. A PAWN. A MERE PUPPET.

Rin was confused. He closed his eyes and began to speak in his mind, 'What do you want? Leave me be!'

'NO. GO TO FENCEREINED. TAKE MARCESTGOGOL TO THE SACRED DUST. TO ZOM RUTHLESSATTACKS. THIS IS MY COMMAND. AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!'



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The sun was setting in the west as the five walked down the sand road leading away from Controlledseal. Night was falling and the waxing gibbous moon could be seen rising in the clear eastern sky.

Full moon was about to arrive.

Suwu tucked her silk cap tighter on her head to shield from the cold wind blowing from the west. The others were walking behind her with Rin trailing further behind.

“Try to keep up, Rin,” Suwu raised her voice, “We can make yet some distance between us and the fortress before night is upon us.”

“I'm doing my best!”, Rin yelled from behind, panting. His backpack weighed him down even without anything but the slab. The others didn't know of it and he certainly wouldn't tell. Maybe he could just say he twisted his ankle while exploring Controlledseal? Yes, that might work if they ask.



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A campfire was lit at the base of a slope, under the branches of an old maple tree.

“You paid for all this?”, Suwu asked Rin as she looked at the copper breastplate she now wore and the iron mail and gauntlets Lòr had.

“Why, uh, yes,” Rin replied with haste, “What did you think? That I'd steal them? Of course I bought them! Best deal I've ever made. Those elf merchants taking care of the deals were no match for my guiles and wit in bartering. Why, I could've gotten even more off them with all the crap we looted from the giants' lair.”

Cañar furrowed his brow. Clearly the goblin was exaggerating or telling only half of the story. But it did not bother him. If thievery would've been involved, someone would've stopped them before they left.

“Thanks again, Rin,” Lòr said, “These fit me surprisingly well. A bit heavy, but I think I'll get used to it. Eventually.”

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Suwu took out from her backpack a steel mace encircled with bands of wombat bone. It was a magnifent weapon, its craftsmanship of the highest quality.

“And this?”, she eyed the mace, “You say they gave you this? As a sign of good will? Clearly you jest, Rin.”

“Well,” the goblin laughed nervously, “I might have made that one up... But no worries! Nobody will notice it missing! It was basically just... Discarded. Yes. Discarded. Lying on the floor. Begging for someone to pick it up and give it a new home.”

Suwu laughed.

“How about a song?”, Ova said. He was a bit disappointed, but not surprised, that the goblin hadn't found clothing his size. Everything was just far too big.

“Yes, that'd be nice,” Lòr answered and began to hum.

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And so they gathered in a tight group and began to sing 'Sorcerers and the Riddle' next to the dancing flames of the campfire.

It made Lòr very happy.



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28th of Obsidian, 370

The first rays of sunlight of the last day of the year began to shine from the east.

The moon was full and setting in the west.

Lòr stood under a finger lime tree. He had left his companions at the camp for the night. And would only return after a day had passed.

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He carried a heavy load in his arms, covered in brown even short hair. They were his arms, but they were not his: for this night the beast had taken over. He felt the urge to kill, the fury to rend flesh, the lust for blood well up in him. But he resisted the temptation.

He would not give in.

He. Would. Not.



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Rin was startled and dazed. He lay on the grass on his back, sword still in hand.

He had gone up the small hill to answer the call of nature -- too much drink before sleeping. And just as he had finished relieving himself the beast had pounced on him.

The werekangaroo. Lòr.

Snarling, the furious beast looked at him with rage and fury in its sinister purple eyes.

Rin did not want to face the child of his friend -- even when turned into an accursed monster -- but there was no other option: it was either his life or the beast's.

Rin was fighting for his life.

“Help!”, Rin screamed, “Save me!”

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In the heat of the moment Rin fumbled and the slab fell out of his pack as he stood up and narrowly dodged attacks from the beastly Lòr.

He slashed with his sword.

And hit the werebeast in the left foot with a nasty cut, causing it to fall down.

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Hearing the commotion and cries for help, Suwu and Cañar ran for the hill as fast as their legs carried them.



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Under the canopy of a tall pomelo tree lay Rin on the ground, looking to his left side. He felt triumph, he felt grim satisfaction, he felt... Emptiness.

But still, he was afraid.

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He let go of his buckler and his sword -- its blade spattered with blood.

'No. No. NO,' Rin thought as he closed his eyes.

'This can't be true. This can't be happening,' he closed his eyes ever the tighter.

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He saw a flash from mere seconds back: he swung his sword in panic at the charging werekangaroo, hitting it in its abdomen.

The blade struck deep, cutting deep from left to right, blood spraying and the intestines of the cursed form of young Lòr spilling out with a splash.

Then the beast roared, grabbed Rin and wrestled him to the ground.

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From the ground his sword had swung again.

Once again striking true.

And Lòr's beastly head had fallen from his shoulders.

His body slumped on the ground.

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As Ova reached the scene, there Rin lay, in the dense grass, his buckler and sword at his sides. A strange slab the mandrill man had not seen next to him.

And in front of the goblin: the unmoving body of a decapitated werekangaroo.

Lòr Drinkbust the Rough Band, eldest son of Edu Sandtick and Kib Spearmobbed, was dead.

A mournful wind rustled the leaves of the pomelo tree.

The curse had been lifted.



=====

...

Uh.

Um.

Yeah, once again I'm left speechless.

Seriously. I was about to end the game for the day, took Lòr into the woods as I knew he'd soon change (I'd assume he and the others did too). Didn't want to take him too far, since in an earlier test things got all messed up and the party scattered. So took far enough that companions didn't disappear from the list.

Then I shifted to the others and let a few ticks happen.

And all hell broke loose.

I'll have to admit that I was speechless for several minutes. Looking at the screen like, 'No, no, no. This isn't happening!'

This game, dammit.

I had many possible plans on how to handle different kind of situations, but... I wasn't prepared for this. I should've, of course, since it was inevitable.

But what now? What next?

Are we still going to Fencereined? I'm sure Rin will want to. And Cañar. And maybe Ova (to see his old homeland at least).

But Suwu? Don't know how I should handle her reaction to this...

Damn I love DF.

(ps. I was very close to save-scumming, but fuck it, it makes for a better story this way.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 09, 2022, 03:44:18 am
wow. that was a mega-update. NICE

rest in peace pieces, Lor.

I will be gone for a few weeks but will catch up on whatever happens when I return.

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A strange slab the mandrill man had not seen next to him.

Perhaps Suwu reads.. and raises. .  no. that would be too gruesome for these capys.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 09, 2022, 07:06:29 am
Wasn't expecting that ending.

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A strange slab the mandrill man had not seen next to him.

Perhaps Suwu reads.. and raises. .  no. that would be too gruesome for these capys.
I don't think that would work since his head was cut off.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 09, 2022, 09:58:19 am
wow. that was a mega-update. NICE

Made it a bit longer to compensate for the one day without an update.

I will be gone for a few weeks but will catch up on whatever happens when I return.

Have a good time and let's hope you got plenty of updates to read after you return!

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A strange slab the mandrill man had not seen next to him.

Perhaps Suwu reads.. and raises. .  no. that would be too gruesome for these capys.

I was seriously thinking of this. Suwu might do that, but then again... I don't really know.

I don't think that would work since his head was cut off.

Intelligent undead work a bit weirdly. I think those can be raised with mangled heads and such. Not sure about decapitated bodies, tho...

Wasn't expecting that ending.

Yeah, me neither.

Caught me completely off-guard.

Well, we'll see where this heads next...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 09, 2022, 08:57:52 pm
Part XVI:
One More Song

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28th of Obsidian, 370

The sun was already in the western clear sky as the companions -- now four -- stood in front of the small shelter they had erected next to the road.

It was a memorial, a wayside shrine where the earthly remains of Lòr were now entombed.

Much of the day had passed working on the roofed structure: trees were felled, logs shaped, the structure built and a casket and pedestal were carved. Most of the time they worked, they were silent, but on occasion there were bursts of emotions, arguing, fits of rage.

When Lòr was struck down, things were close to falling apart: had Cañar not stopped Suwu, she would have put Rin to the sword. She would have even read that accursed slab laying on the grass. In hopes to bring Lòr back. To make things 'right'.

Ova and Rin, too, had played their part in calming down the capybara woman on verge of collapse. They convinced her that no more bloodshed was to happen. No more tragedies.

And that they should memorialize Lòr in some way.

So, they built the shrine. And now their work here was complete -- they could continue on their quest.

On Lòr's quest.

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They had named the shrine Sodelugosh Okun Lòr, 'Shieldhollow the Shrine of Tools'.

It was the least they could do at the moment.

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“Look, I'm sorry,” Rin broke the silence, “I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the other slab. I should've, you all are right. But I didn't. I couldn't...”

“What do you mean, 'couldn't'?”, Ova who stood next to the goblin asked.

“Uh, well... There was a voice. Um, a voice. A commanding voice. It told me to take the slab,” Rin replied, continuing, “So, I took it. I, uh, I was going to tell you. Eventually. But... But then this happened.”

“It's alright, Rin,” Suwu said, still looking at the shrine, her back turned to the goblin, “I lost control there... I'm sorry, too... But what do you mean with 'a commanding voice'?”

“It was... The Prince,” Rin began, “Abod the Prince of Duty, yes. I, I read the slab...” The eyes of the others turned immediately to him, shocked and worried, “But no! Do not worry! Let me continue...”

The goblin paused for a second. He was lying. Abod hadn't spoken to him. No, it was Bazsa and some other god of death... Lomoth? There was more at work here than the machinations of the Prince. The others didn't know it. And it was for the best that they didn't.

This was far bigger than the quest, more than some feud between Mestthos and Abod. This was about the fate of the living and the dead. The fate of all of the Enchanted Dimensions.

“You see, I'm a goblin -- as you're probably well aware of, hehe. And we goblins, we are what you folk call 'immortals'. Just like elves,” Rin addressed Ova with the last part. The mandrill man nodded as a sign of understanding.

“And it just so happens to be that whatever evil that -- those -- slabs hold, I am immune to it.”

He was, of course, lying. Or at least not telling the whole truth: he was unable to grasp the power within the slab. But the evil? No, it very much was there and had entered his head. Keeping close eye on him, on what he was saying.

“Immune?”, Cañar turned to Rin, raising his left brow.

“Yes. They don't affect me. Not at all. Not one bit,” Rin said holding his head up high and putting his palm against his chest, “And I am very committed now to see this ordeal to the end. To see Lòr's quest taken to a conclusion. I am certain his spirit will be with us along the way. Bring us the aid of, uh, Mestthos if need be.”

Again, he was lying. He had no intention of seeing the quest to an end, to see these slabs destroyed one way or the other. No, he was going to see to it that quite the opposite happened: that these slabs remained intact.

And that the road led to Fencereined.

There everything would be answered.



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Burdened by the grief of a fallen comrade, the companions continued their way north.

They had a long way still ahead of them, and it would take many a day to reach Fencereined in the north. But now they were not racing against time. They didn't have to fear the full moon any longer -- or, at least not as much.

They may have failed to keep Lòr alive, but they were committed to his quest through.

They did not want to fail that, too.



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1st of Granite, 371

The companions spent the night in the ruined hillocks of Greaturn, making camp in what appeared to be the remnants of a drinking mound.

In the morning -- the first day of the next year -- they continued their journey, taking the road east towards the coast.

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Only after a short walk they saw several villages in the distance and a monastery or temple, which they decided to investigate.

One could never know if such a place would house holy people with a greater understanding of how to battle the Night.



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But the monastery proved to be abandoned: only two human drunks were holed up there and they had not much of importance to tell.

As they walked back to the road, rain began to fall. The dense grass growing in clumps bent under their steps as they passed a flock of large, odd birds: they had long legs and round bodies covered in thick dark feathers with white plumage on the rear. Long, featherless necks protruded from their bodies and there heads looked awfully small when compared to the rest of the body of these flightless birds.

“Ostriches,” Ova enlightened Suwu and Rin.



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Passing past several hamlets and villages the companions approached a town in the Contained Field.

Authorwhisper was its name.

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The sun was already in the western sky as they walked along the road, a muddy field on their right and fields of grass on the left. The dirt road changed into a paved one as they approached the first buildings of the town.

They could hear some noise of town-life ahead of them.

“Remember,” Rin spoke as they stepped on the stone road, “Authorwhisper is one more hive of scum and villainy in these lawless lands. The rule of the law-giver of the Cobalt Empire has ended here. We better watch what we say and who we trust here.”

He had learned this from a human steward, Stalith Ñabsiziño, while he was exploring Controlledseal. He didn't really care who was the ruler -- was it a noble, a king or a self-proclaimed tyrant -- there really wasn't that much of a difference.

But he had come to respect the idea of wielding power. And it made him somewhat envious that he did not have such power: to make others do his bidding, have them obey his commands.

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Many of the houses and shops were abandoned. Some were in a bad condition, while others had fallen apart. What was curious was that some of these buildings were made of wood you wouldn't expect to find in a human town. Some were clearly made from the trunks of giant cavern mushrooms: fungiwood and tower-cap.

There were no locals in sight, yet they could hear heated arguing from somewhere. They did not hear the words, but they did not desire to: from the sounds of it the arguing might escalte to a fight soon.

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Even the market square was empty. The tables and stalls were there, and all the wares for sale. But there were no merchants around.

The sounds of arguing were not heard here any longer. They had either passed the source some time ago, or then things had calmed down.

They walked to the statue carved from granite that stood in the central spot. It depicted a goblin dressed in fancy robes being surrounded by a group of humans rejoicing. It clearly pictured the goblin rising to a position of power, most likely a religious one. Perhaps these were members of the Order of Harvesters? At least the icons they wore pointed in that direction.

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“We need new names,” Suwu said as they pondered what to do at the statue, “I've been thinking... I'll go by the name 'Ker Virtuesilences', a performer from the Bent Spears.”

She looked at the statue, still thinking.

“Ah, and I think I will say I am a worshipper of Zoku the Permanency of Quests.”



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As the companions walked down the road towards the tall, sturdy walls of the local castle, suddenly a goblin clad in silk and furs barged out of the gates with great haste. She ran past the startled companions screaming and rambling in panic.

“A battle...”, Rin hissed, “This makes me feel uneasy.”

“Calm down, Rin,” Suwu put her hand against Rin's shoulder.

“I am calm!”, the goblin snapped angrily, “Look to yourself!”

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They stepped in through the gates of the castle, and entered the courtyard.

Quite the sight awaited them there: a large humanoid with three short tails and a monstrous appearrance -- a Kadol's Demon -- was fighting with a human as a broad-nosed dwarf lay on the ground unmoving.

It was maybe not the right moment to come here.



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They left Authorwhisper, heading to the west.

From here on, there would be no road to guide them and ahead of them loomed a desert. Fearing they might get lost in the wilds and open lands with no visible landmarks, the companions decided to head slightly to the southwest.

That way they would come to the coast and could follow it. It would make the journey longer, but they believed it would save them time in the end. For if they got lost, it might take days or even weeks to find their way to find their bearings.

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Following a river they reached the coast as the sun began to set in the west. Behind them in the east one could see the fields of a hamlet, and slightly south from there were again those odd pyramid-like structures -- tombs of some kind.



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The companions made camp at the shore. They had entered the Static Dune, a sand desert, as night fell.

The sea was still frozen and snow fell gently from the clouded sky as the four ate food and quenched their thirst with water from a nearby river.

“A song, maybe?”, Ova said as he stretched his legs closer to the fire to warm his toes, “Something to remember Lòr with?”

“M-hm,” Suwu replied, munching on pig cheese, “How about 'Sorcerers and the Riddle'? Our last song together.”

“Indeed,” Cañar stood up, “An excellent idea if I ever heard one! It is good to have friends like you.”

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And so they sang once more.



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2nd of Granite, 371

The journey continued early in the morning. As they walked along the shore, around what turned out to be a bay, they came to the Field of Flutes.

The sky was shrouded by dark clouds and rain poured down. But the touch of the rain was a gentle one in these blessed lands. Fields of lush grass covered the land and strange, delightful bubble bulbs grew here and there, as well as thorny acacia trees and coconut palms.

This was a land of magic, not unlike the Lakes of Saturninity of Waterlures. An odd soothing sensation filled the minds of the companions and the loss of a friend did not burden as much here.



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Eventually the Field of Flutes gave way to the Cyclopean Prairie that stretched along the coast farther than the companions could see.

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Crossing a small strip of the Static Dunes they came to the Scarlet Prairies.

From here they would continue northwest and leave the coast behind. There was some disagreement whether it was a wise decision or not, but when Suwu said that her wounds from Finderblunts kept tiring her, the others understood that the quicker they reached their destination, the better.

It was apparent Suwu's wounds were slowly beginning to fester and drain her strength.

And a den of scholars such as Fencereined surely would have healing hands.



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3rd of Granite, 371

The companions looked at the jagged claystone crag rising from the fields of satintail. An opening, a cave, was seen at its base.

Their previous day had been rather uneventful and they had made little progress. However, this day seemed to be different: the sun was still to rise fully and here they were, a possible adventure once again in front of them.

“Shall we?”, Suwu asked the others, though she already knew the answer and made her way down the slope unsheathing her sword.

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The passage led almost immediately down, deeper into the stone...

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...And deeper they went, creeping as silently as they could.

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And good thing it was that they were silent.

For not such a long way down, they encountered a creature.

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A savage man-like creature of the caves.

He had a short, broad head and his brow had a large ridge. He might have had a thin frame at some point in his life, but now he was belarded with fat. His auburn hair was dirty and matted, and his pale pink skin was barely visible from under all the layers of dirt he was coated in.

He stood there hunched, making grunting noises. But he had not noticed the creeping capybara woman.

“Troglodyte,” Suwu whispered to the others who were close behind.

Where there was one, there was bound to be more.



=====

Bit of a less exciting update, but I guess I'd rather have that than another one like yesterday.

We'll see if the cave has anything else than a couple of trogs. So many caves we've seen even without searching for them. But then again, I think I set the world to have a ridiculous amount of mountain and non-mountain caves in worldgen.

We're getting closer to Fencereined. Shouldn't take long now. Unless we run into some devastating distractions (there's some, hmm, "interesting" locations on the way we've learned about from various people we've been talking to -- haven't reported of most of that).

I think Suwu's infection is kicking in. She's constantly drowsy now. Let's hope it can be dealt with in fort mode once (or if) we get back to Waterlures.

Guess that's all for now.

A few beers after this day's hard work DF is earned.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 10, 2022, 03:25:30 am
That infection is something you probably need to keep an eye on, not sure what you can do about it besides retire them somewhere for a little bit just so it doesn't kill her.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 10, 2022, 12:43:02 pm
Yup. Keeping a close eye. Just hoping it doesn't get worse before we get this adventure done with or at least until we get to Fencereined. If that place isn't a complete mess, maybe it might be a good spot for some "downtime" when the companions do some research? And if so, then we can perhaps take a brief one or two month look at life in Waterlures.

But we'll see when we get there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 10, 2022, 06:50:16 pm
Nice update, treat yourself to a drink for sure. I wonder what those at waterlure are thinking on this matter. Also if you are busy again let me know as i would be down to play again. Maybe an adventure or a few more years.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 10, 2022, 07:17:22 pm
Haha, I treat myself with drinks maybe slightly too often. One can always make up a good excuse for a beer or two...

It'd be great if you'll have time and interest for an adventure! After initial testing the fort stuff is going to be a enormous pain in the butt after this adventure. There's lot of stuff to consider and the notes on it would be too long (and I'd forget to write most of it down), so I'd rather handle it myself.

I'll hopefully finish this part of the quest within a couple days, then do a quick look into Waterlures.

I think there's going to be plenty of quest options in the future and possibly some adventure "camp" stuff too for some more chill times.

Anyways, this day's update coming soon up.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 10, 2022, 08:34:52 pm
Part XVII:
The Last Stretch

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3rd of Granite, 371

A swift, silent stab from behind to the neck was all it took.

The troglodyte lay on the cave floor unmoving, its head now severed from the body. Suwu looked around as her companions crept to the scene.

“There's probably more deeper down,” Suwu whispered.

While a single troglodyte wasn't much of a threat, Suwu knew these were aggressive creatures and often moved in groups. She did not have much of experience of them personally, but when she and Edu lived in the far south, in the Unspeakable Pits, among the group of bandits, these creatures sometimes ascended from the depths to steal food and all manner of trinkets. It was more than in a few cases where they had assaulted any who came across them and tried to chase them away.

'Foul brutes,' she thought as she headed further down, the others trailing close behind.



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Suwu did not get far down when she was almost caught off-guard.

In front of her stood a gigantic creature. A muscular humanoid with straight, long hair the color of charcoal falling down his shoulders all the way down to the waist. It -- he -- looked down upon the capybara woman with short sword in hand with its wide-set bulging eyes, drool running down the side of its left head's mouth.

“WHO DARES ENTER MY DEN?”, the right head boomed in a loud voice, the left one continuing, “I AM ZAPAS LARGEFLEW THE LESSONS OF GLOSS.”

A fist came down at Suwu, but missed.

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Immediately Suwu swung her sword, striking the left foot deeply. Blood began to gush from the wound as the ankle twisted from the force and the ettin came falling down with a ear-shattering yell.

Suwu's previous encounters with giant-kin had taught her well how to even the odds.

And she did not stop there, proceeding immediately to hack and slash at the enormous monster on the ground before it could recover and retaliate.

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Panic took hold of Ova when he saw and heard the beast. He was not expecting anything else than more troglodytes.

“I must withdraw!”, he blurted out as he begun to take a few fumbling steps backwards.

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“This is our fight too!”, Rin screamed as he ran towards the ettin, “Ova, follow me!”

Hearing Rin's words and seeing Suwu slash the monster in its right head gave Ova courage and he too leapt into the fray. Without thought he brought down his silver war hammer he had acquired from Finderblunts, hitting the ettin hard in the chest.

“AAAHHHH!”, the ettin yelled in fear, gasping for air, as Rin's blade struck him in the leg.

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“HELP!”, the ettin roared as it desperately tried to crawl away from the flurry of blades cutting deeply and hammers crushing bones, “SAVE ME! NOO!”

Ova puckered his lips and averted gaze for a moment as he saw Rin and Suwu strike the giant monster in its lower body, hitting it in the groin, the ettin howling with a surprisingly high-pitched voice.

'That has got to hurt,' the mandrill man thought.

If this ettin survived, it wouldn't be having offspring anymore.



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The ettin was surprisingly resilient, but it finally lay dead.

Its right head was badly crushed, brain matter oozing from a crack in the skull. Its guts were trailing behind it after Rin had sliced its stomach open and disemboweled the monster. Yet, neither of those had felled it.

No, it was the numerous amounts of gaping wounds that caused it to bleed to death in the end. It was hard to say who exactly was the one to kill it. But it was Rin who the last to strike him, so it was decided that the goblin should be the one to be counted as its slayer.

“One less of giant-kind roams these lands,” Cañar said as he wiped ettin blood off his tusk, “Minbazkar is a slightly safer place now.”



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The cave had not much else to offer: only a couple of troglodytes, which were dealt with easily. They wouldn't be bothering any cave explorers anymore.

Further down the cave had once again led into the deep caverns, but the companions ventured there not.

They returned to the surface and continued their journey towards Fencereined.



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They walked across the Scarlet Prairies and eventually the grassland gave way to the wind-swept sands of the Static Dunes.

There an unfortunate honey badger tried to attack Rin, but found out soon enough that its rage was no match to the fury of the goblin.



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As they approached the northern border of the desert they saw what appeared to be a village of some kind in the horizon.

And there was something on top of a sand dune to their west. It looked as if there were some movement there.

They decided to investigate it.

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They walked up the sandy slope and, indeed, there was something there: a tent.

This was some kind of a camp.

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Next to the tent was a fire and next to it sat a creature and on the other side was a two-humped camel. The creature sitting at the fire was a small humanoid, yet it was not of a normal kind. No, this seemed to be one of the abominations, one of the twisted forms created by evil sorcerers.

Dressed in a toga made of fish scales and draped in a woolen cloak was a three-eyed creature looking at them from the fire. As it rose up one could clearly see its wrinkled charcoal skin and the three long, hanging tails trailing behind it.

The incredibly skinny creature walked towards the four who approached it.

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Suwu prepared to greet the creature and introduce herself as 'Ker Virtuesilences'. But as she was about to open her mouth, she noticed that the abomination looked rather hostile and was not walking to meet them with good intentions!

“There is no need for aggression!”, Suwu said with as firm a voice as she could muster, “We are but mere travelers.”

“Hah!”, the creature yelled, “We'll see about that!”

Suwu drew her sword.

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The creature drew a wicked looking bronze knife and suddenly spewed a glob of some foul substance from its mouth, spitting it towards Suwu.

She dodged it and returned with a slash from her sword at the monster's abdomen.

Rin jumped in, but the creature managed to slash at the goblin, hitting him in his left hand. The blow was deflected be Rin's gauntlet, but the force was enough to twist the wrist. Rin could feel it strain his tendons as a sharp pain hit him.

It was enough for him to loose hold of his buckler.

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Yet, it was not enough to hinder the retaliation of the four. No, the monster was immediately rushed on by Cañar who bit and battered him, with Rin lashing out angrily and in pain.

But it was Ova who killed the mockery of a humanoid: a crushing blow from his hammer smashed the head of it with a loud crack.

The three-eyed creature's limp body fell to the ground.

“That one was different,” Suwu said as she examined the body on the ground.

“Another creation of the evil we seek to stop,” Ova replied, “Will this never end?”



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After the encounter with the abomination, they made their way towards the village.

At first they thought this was another abandoned one. Many of the houses were in bad shape and some were in complete ruins. The melon vines around the buildings were growing wild, untouched by civilized hand for Ôsed know's how long.

But they then heard muffled voices from inside a house.

As they approached, a human opened the door, and behing him they could see the whole small house full of people.

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“Greetings,” Suwu said to the fat man with raw umber skin wearing a turban around his somewhat narrow head, “My name is Ker Virtuesilences and these are my traveling companions.”

“Hello there, capybara woman,” the human replied, continuing, “I am ÿemeni Growlold, praised be Rákfil the Stability of Vising.”



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Sitting between two date palms on the bank of a stream, Suwu and the others filled their empty stomachs. The wind rustled in the tall grama grass around them and the sun was high in the western sky.

They were but a short distance to the north from the village, Elderspirals, they had just visited and were thinking of what they had learned from the humans living there.

“Welcome to Elderspirals then,” the human had said and after a small exchange of pleasantries, ÿemeni had explained quite a bit of the curious history of the village.

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“Ah, in its former days -- or so I've been told -- Elderspirals was part of the Cobalt Empire. Founded centuries ago only to fall prey of the onslaught of the vile forces of the Prestigious Glazes early on. Those foul sorcerers have plagued these lands for such a long time!”, the human had told them.

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“Taking over this village was not enough for them. No, they were far from done. For you see, legends tell that one of the sorcerers, a necromancer going by the name Sigun Gildjump, did foul deeds with the enslaved denizens of Elderspirals. Sigun, a dwarf of the ancient kingdom of the Mighty Ships -- cursed be their name! --, he was said to be an apprentice under the master necromancer Kadol himself. He was infamous for his cruelty, for his sick experiments... The stories tell not the details, but within his alchemical laboratory prisoners were subjected to the worst kind of torture: experiments that twisted and malformed their bodies, making them into terrible creatures of the Night!”

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“But in that bygone age, the power of the sorcerers was not yet so strong and their forces were stretched thin. The Cobalt Empires managed to free this place from their yoke, make it a place for the living once again. Most of the people of Elderspirals were fortunate: the enemy did not hold the place for many a month. But for some, the harm was already done and their bodies were mutated... Permanently.”

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“I know not why the Cobalt Empires eventually abandoned Elderspirals nearly half a century ago... But our glorious kingdom, the Relieved Realms, then under rule of our beloved Begu Lightplaited -- may Rákfil bless her soul! -- reclaimed this site as our own. And that is when I, too, settled here... Perhaps the Cobalt Empires felt its power weaken, perhaps they realized they could not hold to such a vast territory... Maybe that is why they left?”

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“The fate of Elderspirals has yet to be decided, I fear. You see, capybara woman, the Cobalt Empires seems to have seen the abandonment of this place as an error. I believe they would very much like to call my home once again their own. But, I trust that my superiors are even now making plans to keep us safe and negotiate with our rival's leadership... Alas, if it were only the Cobalt Empires that desires this place! But no, I have heard worrying rumors that the foul sorcerers of the Prestigious Glazes seek to enslave us and bring darkness upon these beautiful lands once more!”



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Cañar stood next to Suwu scratching his trunk as he thought.

“It is horrible,” he spoke, “Horrible what those people have had to endure. What hardships they have gone through, what trials still lay ahead of them... This quest, whether for Lòr, Mestthos or our own sake, is far more important than I would have thought not but a week ago.”

He walked to the stream, looked at its waters.

“It is utterly repellent,” the elephant man turned to address his companions, “The very idea of these wars: death, destruction, chaos -- all the very essence of the Prince. It must be ended. We must have peace. No matter what the cost. We must have peace.”

Suwu stood up, crossing her hands in front of her chest, “And how do you expect us to go on making 'peace'? What is your proposal?”

Cañar turned his eyes to Suwu and took few steps closer, “That is the question, isn't it?”

“You who would have us not raise arms for the sake of 'peace',” Suwu said, “How do you think we could ever put an end to the evil without the spectacle of war? You have had no qualms in putting down the foes we have faced on this journey, nor the ones we faced in Waterlures. Why then hesitate now? Why not do battle to ensure we are victorious and peace prevails?”

“I do not know what to say, Suwu...”, the elephant man averted his eyes, turning once again to look at the stream.

He felt in his heart that what Suwu said would not bring peace, but merely more suffering into this world. Yet somehow, he was unsure.

“Answer me, Cañar,” Suwu continued with a slightly agitated tone, “I require a substantive reply.”

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“Suwu, stop,” Cañar sighed, “Stop and reflect. What do think is the driving force behind wars? It is fear. Not understanding others, their intentions. And their fear leads to anger... That anger turns into hate, until it consumes them, and that burning hate... It leads to strife. To war. To suffering.”

“Do you really think that is the case?”, Suwu scoffed, bitterness in her voice, “No, these monsters they do not do this out of fear. What led you to believe in such nonsense? 'Not understanding' -- what rubbish! Do you really think these followers of the Prince, worshippers of death and chaos, are some poor misguided souls who did not intend to do harm?”

Suwu clenched her fists. She was visibly furious. It was unlike of her.

“These sorcerers and their minions, they want the living dead!”, she began to yell at the elephant man, “And how do you think we stopped them in Finderblunts? How do you think we acquired that accursed relic of Evil?”

She pointed at Cañar's backpack, “Why, we stormed their stronghold! We confronted them. We fought them. We slew them. That is the spectacle of war... We waged war upon them, Cañar... And without it, they would have not be weakened.”

She paused to catch her breath before continuing, “And the war we started has only begun. They may have lost one battle, but even now they must be licking their wounds, recovering, waiting for the right moment to lash back... No, this is just the beginning. We have to take this war to the end. To the end where all the sorcerers lie dead, hung from their entrails to the spires of their twisted towers... And only then we may have peace.”

Cañar looked at Suwu silently.

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”You know,” the elephant man finally opened his mouth, “I think you are right.”

Maybe peace could only be achieved through war, no matter how abhorrent it was.

Maybe it was the only way.



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After the heated exchange the journey towards Fencereined continued. The companions passed another hamlet just north of Elderspirals. They followed the snaking stream running through the Contained Field.

Rin and Ova were a bit unsure what to think of Suwu's and Cañar's argument. But the situation seemed to have calmed now, though Suwu was clearly bitter. Cañar, on the other hand, seemed content and walked silently next to the capybara woman, clearly deep in thought.

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As the four walked along the banks of the stream, heavy rain began to fall. It slowed them down somewhat.

Ova looked to the west, shuddering his shoulders, and pointed in the direction, “We best steer clear of that direction.”

“How so?”, Rin asked as he wiped rain water off his forehead.

“There lies Goldoutrage. A shrine from a distant past,” the mandrill man said with a quivering voice, “It is said that when the forces of nature still held sway over these lands, before the rule of the gods was secured, and Icemì Apedives was still strong, a terrible unliving titan composed of bronze erected the shrine... Emepe Scorchedgrand the Superior, a bronze colossus, an undefeatable behemoth bent on destruction and at one with war, strength and the very metals of our world.”

Rin felt a shudder. He had heard the legends. When such a monstrosity went on a rampage, even the strongest of walls were laid to dust and entire armies were obliterated.

He did not feel so curious any longer.



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Night began to fall when they passed a monastery and saw a town in the horizon.

They were fairly certain that they would find it too in ruins, like so many of the towns they had encountered. Yet, perhaps they might find shelter there for the night. They did not feel so keen of sleeping under the open sky when there was a heavy downpour.

And sure enough, the town appeared to be abandoned.

Walking past prickle berry fields on a weeded cobbled road they peeked into the empty buildings. Dust and cobwebs was that mostly saw, but in one house they found some clothing. They were just the right size for Suwu, so she put on a cape made from the pelt of a cheetah and a skirt made of the skin of jaguar.

(https://i.imgur.com/Zz1k1PD.gif)

But when they entered a house with a sign reading 'The Safe Sourness' and an image of a tankard they were almost caught off-guard.

The tavern was certainly not 'safe', but it could very well turn to be sour: a human, or what remained of him, lumbered towards them. His limbs were all twisted unnaturally, as if the bones had been broken; his body was full of gaping open wounds that bled not no more, and his
tattered clothing was caked with dried blood.

And in his hand he wielded a wicked-looking scourge with copper barbs.

Suwu braced herself.

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Before Suwu could open her mouth, the plague thrall was upon her: it moved with unimaginable speed!

It lashed with the scourge, narrowly missing Suwu, who retaliated with a slash, cutting the monster in the neck.

...But to little effect.

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The others were still rushing in as Suwu did fierce battle with the thrall. It was nimble and fast, easily parrying Suwu's blows, but so was Suwu, too, and she managed to dodge the barbs of the scourge.

Ova rushed in yelling, charging at the ferocious abomination, colliding with it and making them both fall down.

It may have bought the others time to reach the fight...

(https://i.imgur.com/oSZlmoS.png)

...But before it, the thrall lashed at the mandrill man, the scourge's barbs tearing through his trousers, cutting into the muscle viciously.

Ova fell over.

(https://i.imgur.com/rRB17G7.png)

It was, however, enough to turn the tide, giving Suwu an opening to severe the thrall's leg and Cañar to bash it with a heavy blow, which in turn made it possible for Rin to cut off one of its hands.

And then it only took a precise strike from Suwu's blade to decapitate the twisted being that once was a living human.

“We best leave this place!”, Suwu looked at the others, “If there are more, the four of us can not take on them alone!”

Cañar nodded, extending a hand to Ova, “Can you walk, dear friend?”

“I think I can,” Ova replied, dazed.

He tried to stand up and fell to the ground.

His leg was in no condition for standing nor walking.



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The sky had cleared and the stars were out when they made camp. They were unsure where they were exactly -- they had lost sight of the stream in the darkness.

At first Cañar had helped Ova retreat from the town, but soon the pain in the mandrill man's leg eased and he managed to walk on his own. Fortunately, it was not as bad a wound as they first had thought.

But now they were in the wild. They were uncertain what they saw moving between the buildings as they left town, and the same could be said of the villages next to it, but they had not dared to investigate.

For if it was more of those things, those thralls, they would have been in serious trouble.

If taking even one down took all the might of the four and nearly incapacitated one of them, what would've happened if they faced a whole group?

Their confidence was shaken, but it was not necessarily such a bad thing.



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4th of Granite, 371

In the morning the final stretch of their journey to Fencereined began -- or so they hoped.

Leaving the possibly overrun hamlets behind, they saw the peaks of the Mountain of Combat in the western horizon: they were close now.

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They only had to get over the mountains and they would be there.

At their destination, at Fencereined.

Where they believed all would be made clear and the final leg of their quest could begin.



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A valley with a brook going through the mountain range eased their way. They did not have to face the full danger of the mountains: the cliffs, deep chasms and landslides, nor what manner of foul beasts might lurk in caves and nooks.

All they saw in the valley were small herds of ponies grazing on the fescue grass, and groups of hoary marmots going about their burrowing business -- industrious creatures, not unlike dwarves.



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Tailing behind the rest of the party was Rin.

He was feeling nervous and anxious. He was still a bit shaken and afraid after the encounter with the plague thrall. The others had not noticed it, but before the abomination attacked them, it was crouched upon a body. A body of an elf -- or at least what remained of it looked like one. And it was feeding. Eating. The flesh of the dead elf.

And in his gut Rin felt this monster, this thrall, it was something either created by the sinister magicks of the necromancers or the doings of the Dark Gods...

'RIN,' Rin felt his heart pounce as the voice spoke once again in his mind. Bazsa. Bazsa the Sinful.

'What do you want?', Rin closed his eyes as walked slowly forward, 'Why don't you leave me be? Leave me alone.'

'RIN. YOU ARE CLOSE. I AM WATCHING,' Bazsa's voice reverbated in his head, 'YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHO TO FIND. WE ARE WAITING.'

'But... How do you suppose I can do what you require?', Rin asked, 'I can not just take the slabs from Cañar without him noticing... They'll stop me. Question me. And if need be... Kill me.'

'WHATEVER IT TAKES, RIN. WHATEVER IT TAKES,' the voice said in such a tone that there was no arguing, 'I AM WATCHING AND YOU WILL NOT FAIL ME, SLAVE.'

Rin straightened his composure, swallowed and replied in his mind, 'Yes, I will not fail you... My Master.'



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As they neared Fencereined and the mountains turned into foothills, they encountered many a flock of kea.

“Despicable thief-parrots!”, Rin yelled as he rushed to make short work of one such group.

From the amount of these green-feathered parrot-kin in the area, it was evident they were close to dwarf lands. It was one of the more curious workings of Ôsed -- though some said it was rather the work of the Prince herself -- that these creatures tended to flock where the bearded ones lived, causing all manner of havoc, disrupting important work and stealing priceless artifacts. Even the youngest of the stone-dwellers knew to be wary when they heard the fluttering of wings -- for it could very well mean that one of the demon-birds was close by with depraved, sinister intentions in its twisted, demonic mind!



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Some distance away from the encounters with the kea, the party saw signs of civilization: a sand road leading towards what they presumed to be Fencereined.

They walked along the road, crossing a bridge that went over the shallow brook and stepped onto a road of smooth shale. Clearly, it had been shapen by dwarven hands centuries ago. Despite its apparent age, there was not much sign of weathering.

The companions felt a sense of relief and excitement in their souls, and all sorts of thoughts and questions raced in their minds with each step they took closer to the fortress of old.

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But as they climbed up the last of the slopes awaiting to see the walls of a mighty fortress, they were surprised:

On top of the hill was only a town of tents and a group of elves strolling about, many with books in hand, apparently caught in heated debates of the academic kind.

They had arrived at Fencereined.

A mighty tent village occupied by elven scholars.



=====

A slighty longer update.

Wanted to get all the way to Fencereined and there happened some stuff on the way, which I didn't want to cut out (also felt like there was need for some discussions between the group before arrival).

Also, I guess I'll need to do quite some Legends digging for the next update, so I'm uncertain if I'll get an update up tomorrow.

Anyways, I think we're nearing some kind of "conclusion" or closing chapter of the quest. (There's of course lots of stuff still ahead of our heroes if they want to put an end to the necromancers and bring "peace".)

Getting more and more excited of this world. Still don't have any clear picture of what the hell is going on, but I think that's better for the adventure so I don't go all meta-gaming subconsciously...

Yeah, that's it for now.

Spoiler: mild spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 10, 2022, 09:07:51 pm
Great update, another giant folk felled. The world will truly be safer.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 11, 2022, 05:26:40 am
I don't see why they don't call themselves giant slayers, given how many they've killed.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 11, 2022, 10:29:06 am
I don't see why they don't call themselves giant slayers, given how many they've killed.

I was just thinking this yesterday while playing, lol.

I don't know if they'd do that in the current moment, tho... Well, maybe Rin the goblin might think of something like that (iirc, he likes to present himself boldly).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 11, 2022, 02:56:43 pm
Giant folk are gonna go extinct for sure
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 11, 2022, 04:31:45 pm
Giant folk are gonna go extinct for sure

Not anytime soon. With a quick look there's over fifty of the original giant-kin still alive and kicking. And that's not counting any of their possible offspring, so there might be a very, very large amount of them around.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 11, 2022, 04:34:23 pm
Well at the rate of their deaths in sure they will especially how they throw themselves at Waterlures. But yeah still alot of them didn't realise there were this many.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 11, 2022, 06:24:49 pm
But yeah still alot of them didn't realise there were this many.

Just checked the worldgen parameters:

[MEGABEAST_CAP:24]
[SEMIMEGABEAST_CAP:88]


So, yeah, I seem to have increased the amounts quite a bit, lol.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 11, 2022, 08:45:00 pm
Part XVIII:
Within the Walls

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4th of Granite, 371

The tall silver-haired elf looked at the odd group of travelers in front her: a capybara woman, a mandrill man, a hulking elephant man and a goblin. All armed and clearly formidable warriors who had seen battle from the looks of them.

“Fencereined?”, she replied to the question asked by the capybara woman, “Why yes, certainly. You are at Fencereined.” Such an odd thing to ask. Clearly these ones were clueless of where they were -- or perhaps they were daft? Had they walked past the walls of Fencereined proper or why were they pestering her with these silly, trivial questions?

“Really?”, the capybara woman who had introduced herself as Suwu said with a hint of surprise in her voice, “But I thought this was supposed to be a place of legend, a fortress from a bygone age built by dwarves... All I see is a village of tents.”

“Ah-ha-ha, you're funny!”, the elf laughed, but when she noticed the stern expressions on the faces of the travelers her smile faded. No, they were not joking. They were clueless.

“I'm sorry, you must be new here,” she continued and cleared her throat, “No, this is but merely a camp. What you're looking for is there -- over there, carefully built in that crevice between those slopes.”

The elf pointed to the south and east.

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And indeed, as they walked but a short distance south, there they saw the fortress proper: sturdy stone walls rose between the natural formations of rock. Something one could easily miss if not paying close attention -- surely the dwarves of old knew how to hide their homes in plain sight.

“...But be wary and mindful when you enter! Things are a bit, ah, in flux at the moment!”, the elf added from behind.



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As the companions walked down the hill and headed for what looked like the entry to Fencereined, they heard a voice from behind.

“Greetings travelers,” the voice said, “I am Ecu Sweetnesshand, and this child of Icemì Apedives welcomes you with open arms. May I be of help?”

Suwu turned to look back: an elf. Another silver-haired elf with pale brown skin and strikingly brightly colored eyes. She had a somewhat hooked nose and quite long eyelashes that one couldn't miss as she blinked once in a while. The flowing dress and coat -- not to mention the quire in her hands -- clearly marked her as one of the scholars.

“Why certainly,” Suwu replied, bowing her head slightly, “I am Suwu Cleanmusics the Confusing Smokes. And these are my traveling companions. We have traveled a long distance, far from the south into these war-torn lands to seek guidance and answers.”

“Ah yes, war... It may be sometimes a necessity, but one must always, always value peace. When we have it, we must truly treasure it,” the elf said, her thoughts visibly racing to ponder philosophical topics.

“I agree,” Suwu nodded in agreement, but more due to courtesy than actually being on the same page.

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“Yes, we may have some form of peace now,” the elf began, not paying much attention to who she was speaking to -- it was more as if she rambled her thoughts aloud -- and continued, “Oh, were it not for Queca, things might have turned different in Fencereined... The War of Hatchets, yes...”

The elf paused as she began to rummage through the pages of her quire, “Now where is it... Ah, yes, here! Etosp Ëb, 'the Siege of Vandals'! It happened nearly half a century ago. Oh those fools, those evil fools of the Sprayed Dungeons! How they thought they could march here under the banner of their master and bend us to their will, to enslave us... Hah!”

She waved a piece of parchment at Suwu and the others. It had some crudely sketched maps and numbers on it, but they didn't get a good glimpse of it before Ecu put it back in between the pages of the quire.

“We may have lost many in the battle, but even the enemy's shere numbers could not overwhelm us and defeat our superior advantage: strong, impenetrable walls that have stood and held even against the Trials of Time itself!”



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Once again the companions gathered in the inn of a dwarven fortress. The Peach of Tin was the name of the place and the room they were in was quite spacious.

They had not yet entered the deeps of the fortress for there certainly seemed to be odd things going on -- just like the first elf they encountered had warned. They did not know what to make of it all. It would take much effort to understand the situation, which seemed to be very complex indeed, and it did not help that everyone they spoke with had their own opinions and musings on the state of affairs.

However, it mattered not, for the place of knowledge they sought was in the grand entry hall of Fencereined. The Sanctuary of Geniuses, the library the had heard of from Tekkud and in during their travels, was just next to the inn. And it was bustling with scholarly types of all sorts: elves, dwarves, humans and even a bunch of gorlaks!

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“Say, Ova,” Suwu turned to the mandrill man who was lost in thought, “You are from these lands, aren't you? This is Múya Loré territory, isn't it?”

“Humh?”, Ova blinked, his attention returning to his surroundings, “Yes? No? I'm not sure...”

“Well, you must have heard of Fencereined before,” Suwu said with wide eyes, “This does seem to be quite an extraordinary place, something one could not be unaware of.”

The mandrill man looked at Suwu in silence.

“Indeed,” Cañar joined in, “Why not share what you have heard? Maybe it will help us understand this... This mighty peculiar situation where Fencereined seems to be in.”

(https://i.imgur.com/e1wssVM.png)

“I honestly do not know,” Ova answered finally, “All this time I have been wondering about this. Why I haven't heard of such a place. But, truth be told, it is a long time since I lived in 'these lands' -- these far-reaching lands. Elf lands are not like those of dwarves or humans. No, this isn't a kingdom with a central figure -- king, law-giver, master -- keeping tight control...”

The mandrill man stood up, sighed and stretched his arms to the sides before continuing, “I am born near the coast, not exactly in elf lands, but in the wilds falling under the protection of the Typhoon of Lusters...”

“...And under a blossoming cherry tree,” Suwu finished the sentence. She remembered that discussion she had with Ova so many years ago.

“Yes,” Ova smiled, “I was never one to care for the world around when young. Not until I met Fayoba and we traveled to Waterlures, that is. So, it is no wonder I have not heard of this place... Or perhaps I have heard, but thought of it as of no consequence in that moment? Regardless, I have been thinking...”

“Go on,” Cañar said.

“Well, I believe the Whirling Viper -- said to be part of Múya Loré -- is a group acting of their own accord. Something not sanctioned by the Druid Ceca Saffroncrests. Perhaps a group of renegades? Or perhaps just mere scholars who have thought the pursuit of knowledge more important than following the guiding hand of the Druid?”



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“What about the cyclops?”, Suwu asked the others.

They had been discussing now for some time how they should proceed. It did not feel like a wise decision to immediately ask around on how to destroy artifacts of otherworldly origin, or especially mention that they carried with them two slabs containing unimaginable Evil and Power.

No, it was best they first gain the trust of these scholars and at the same time learn more about them. To learn who to trust and who to not.

“Well,” Ova was the first to answer, “Rin did mention we are famous giant slayers...”

“But she did not believe me!”, the goblin scoffed grouchily.

“What did you expect?”, Ova chuckled, “That they'd just take your word for it? You know better than that.”

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“We have plenty of experience of confronting giant-kind,” Cañar interjected, returning to Suwu's question, “But the lair of the cyclops... It is far, far to the southeast. Nearly the same distance as we traveled from the tower to this place.”

The others nodded and mumbled in agreement.

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“No,” the elephant man continued, “I believe our best option would be to go investigate the rumors of horrible going-ons in Trialdungeons. If what the elf said is true, it is but a short distance from here. We might make it in a couple of days there and back again.”

“Perhaps...”, Suwu said rubbing her chin, and once again realizing she missed one finger, “It would certainly be in line with Lòr's quest--”

Our quest,” Cañar corrected.

“Yes, our quest,” Suwu smiled, “And surely those who would like to see Trialdungeons rid of Evil, would be glad to offer their hand in helping to banish an even greater Evil from this world?”

“M-hm,” Cañar nodded, “What say you Rin and Ova?”



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Rin pretended to rummage through his backpack and adjust his mail as the others went through their belongings, preparing for yet another adventure. They had decided that they would head to Trialdungeons and investigate the troubles brewing there. And hopefully take care of it.

The others kept discussing about what might be going on here in Fencereined: from what they understood there were great changes happening. Who ruled this place at the moment was a question that remained unanswered. Rumors of a beast from a distant past, now returned -- the deep halls of the fortress made dangerous. That is why most of the scholars stayed in the tents.

Or so they said. If it was so, why wasn't the entry into the deeps sealed? Why did so many enter the depths and returned to the surface unscathed?

No, clearly there was something else going on.

Then there was that curious 'scholarly war' between the Whirling Viper and the Stormy Dagger of the Bent Spears. Books being stolen or copied. Both from the elves of Fencereined and from the dwarves of Controlledseal.

But that was not on Rin's mind, no.

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(https://i.imgur.com/elLnGzX.png)

For after they had spoken with Ecu the scholar, a woman with a hooked nose and neatly combed white hair had approached Suwu. The sight of the woman had made Rin's heart race: she felt familiar. Somehow.

And that look in her eyes... That icy stare -- she clearly knew things beyond the understanding of mere mortals.

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When she had introduced herself to Suwu, Rin had felt something clutch his heart.

It was Zom. The Sacred Dust.

The one who Bazsa the Sinful had commanded Rin to find. And she openly said who she worshipped. There was no restraint nor hesitation in her voice.

And she had glanced at Rin. Maybe she knew?

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Zom told them of an artifact, a holy -- or unholy? -- relic, that had been stolen from the Creed of Skulls. A religious sect worshipping Bazsa the Sinful. And Ghoulterrors the God-Forsaken Burial, the relic, was rumored to be in Findersummits, a town somewhere far, far to the southeast.

It was probably not something the Sacred Dust actually believed the companions would retrieve. But Rin couldn't shake off the feeling that the words were directed at him.

Was it another quest Bazsa had for him? But no, the dark god of murder and death hadn't spoken to him ever since they reached Fencereined...

(https://i.imgur.com/AA4hhFh.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/2Tues7V.png)

“What do think, Rin?”, Suwu asked, startling the goblin.

“Huh?”, Rin replied, almost fumbling fastening his mail, “Think of what?”

“That creepy woman,” Cañar explained, noticing that the goblin hadn't been paying attention. “What do you make of her? The head of that cult worshipping one of the Dark Gods? Who was the first to tell us of something going in the deep?”

“Uh... Nothing?”, the goblin sputtered and shrugged his shoulders, “I guess? Just a priest like any other...”

The others looked at him curiously.

“Well, I mean, their god is clearly not like others...”, he added hastily, “I-I'm just not one to concern myself too much with the workings of the higher -- or darker -- powers.”

Before the others could say anything, he continued, “Naturally this quest of ours is different -- do not fret about that! I am fully committed to see it to the end, to see that the soul of Lòr may rest well knowing that his work was not left unfinished. I owe him that...”

Ova stepped over to Rin and patted his shoulder, “It is good to hear. We must all be as one. It is great to have a friend like you.”

Rin smiled. It felt good to hear such words. It brought him joy. Made him feel worth something.

But deep down, he felt a heavy guilt. A burden that tore his soul.

Eventually he would have to do it... He would have to... Betray his friends.

And he would be remembered as a traitor.



=====

Bit of a, uh, filler episode here.

Couldn't really make head or tails of what the hell is going in Fencereined while perusing Legends. Mighty interesting place (especially the weird book stealing going on for a couple centuries between the dwarves and elves).

For some unwritten reason the place has been just abandoned at the turn of the year or something. Which is weird. And sort of changes my plans. I'd intended to "retire" the adventurers here for a while, but since nobody controls it, that's not possible...

Anyway, managed to get out an update for the day (wasn't so sure of it) and looks like we're heading once more on a necromancer hunt or sumthin'.

It was a weird and creepy moment when I was entering the fortress proper: the sacred dust actually walked to Suwu on their own and greeted us. Again a moment where you're all like "What the hell? How'd the game know?" I mean the whole thing between Rin and Bazsa is just something I've made up... Creepy.

I'll continue to try to make some sense of the whole Fencereined stuff as I go along with the next adventure.

Once again, we'll see where this goes. No idea what the game will throw in front of me next.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 12, 2022, 03:44:50 am
really enjoyed that second to last update! and overall, the Saga of Suwu is proving to be a gripping tale.

posting from Mexico :]
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 12, 2022, 05:52:40 am
Oh dang the game wants this story to be epic!


posting from Mexico :]
You on vacation or something?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 12, 2022, 09:54:49 am
really enjoyed that second to last update! and overall, the Saga of Suwu is proving to be a gripping tale.

Glad to hear it's enjoyable for others too!

Sometimes it feels difficult to put the game down in the evening when you're really wanting to find out what happens next. Wasn't expecting Suwu's and the others' adventure to become this long, and it seems like there's still much to see.

posting from Mexico :]

Ooh, have a good time there!

Oh dang the game wants this story to be epic!

Sure seems that way.

Or could be that DF is just deceiving us and in the end we just get a big flop.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 12, 2022, 09:18:57 pm
Part XIX:
The Toad and the Furnace

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4th of Granite, 371

The day was still young as the companions walked through the tent camp next to Fencereined. It was not but a few hours when they arrived there, and they were already on their way to head for another adventure.

“Couldn't we have at least rested for a day?”, Rin complained, “It's not like we are in a rush or anything.”



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As their map wasn't a particularly accurate one, the four decided to first follow the foothills of the mountains to the west, which would eventually turn north and point them in a rather straight line to the right direction.

They were not much of orienteers, but so far they had not lost their way.

Perhaps it was mere beginner's luck, perhaps guidance from the gods?

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They did not get far before noticing something curious in the distance: walls of what appeared to be a fortress of dwarven make rose in the middle of the open hilly region.

“Another one?”, Suwu said, slightly surprised. They had not heard any word of a second fortress located only a short distance from Fencereined.

“It looks awfully quiet,” Cañar spoke, “And the grass bears no marks of recent travel... It might be abandoned.”



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Curiosity got the better of them and so they headed in to investigate.

The entry hall was otherwise empty except for what remained of a trade depot. The ware tables were still full of clothing and other articles ready for trade.

Rin immediately swooped in to rummage through the items, throwing clothing here and there. “Surely nobody will mind -- better put these to use than leave them to rot here,” he explained to the others as he put on a fancy pig tail cloak decorated with giant bat teeth and a hood encrusted with quartzite cabochons.

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Against their better judgment, they decided to head down the winding passage encircling the central shaft, heading into the dark deeps...

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The pit continued deeper than Suwu could see in the little light they had.

“Watch your step,” she said to the others, “I can't see to the bottom -- one wrong step and you'll fall to your death.”

(https://i.imgur.com/zFjfBfa.gif)

But it was no bottomless chasm, no.

They came to a shrine. The passage continued downwards and this was merely one of those places of worship dwarves tended to build along the way -- after all, going up and down many times a day takes quite the amount of time, and one needs to be able to say their prayers before day's end.

Curiously the electrum statue in the shrine was of a human and appeared to depict a scene where that human was elevated to some religious position. Once again, it looked like something related to the Order of Harvesters.

“Humans?”, Rin said as he eyed the statue and examined the eight-sided long die on the altar.

“Perhaps we'll find out more deeper down,” Cañar said. He wondered why a shrine dedicated to a human god was the first one on the way down.



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Deeper down a walkway ran around the shaft and a passage led into the halls of the fortress. The air was musty and heavy here, dust and rubble strewn on the smooth floors.

Suwu looked into the passage, but it was dark -- she could see only what lay a few yards from her.

“I do not think we should go further,” Ova spoke. The cramped halls, darkness and smell of cave air made him feel uneasy. The others seemed to hesitate, too, and he continued, “If the deeps of Fencereined has a beast lurking in them, then it is entirely possible that this place, too, has been abandoned for such a reason...”

“I agree with Ova,” Rin said, “We should continue on our way to Trialdungeons.”

“Yes, I won't argue with that,” Suwu said as she tried to peer into the dark, “We should concentrate on our main task first... We can come after it to take a closer look at this place, perhaps?”

“Or ask about it in Fencereined,” Cañar added, “Once we return there.”



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And so they headed back up and left the abandoned fortress.

It was a mystery that could wait for another time.



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From the northern tip of the mountain range they followed a brook, which eventually widened to a stream, following it into the Dipped Hills.

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Not far from the mountains they saw a fort of some kind in the west. But it could not be the one they were headed for.

No, Trialdungeons was further to the north. This was some other place. They decided to go around it -- they could always take a closer look once they returned.

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But before they reached their destination, night began to fall.

It was time to set camp next to the stream. If the rumors of the foul deeds being committed in Trialdungeons were true, it was for the best not to head there in the dark when the Night was the strongest.

So they made camp under the shade of fruit trees. And before they lay their heads to rest, Suwu recounted tales of 'Baroness' Kasat and how she time and again proved to be a wise and just leader.



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5th of Granite, 371

The night was a restless one and sleep was interrupted several times.

Feral packs of dog-like creatures with coarse spotted fur and short tails -- hyenas, Ova had explained -- attacked them. They were no match for the four, but several pieces of clothing were torn to shreds during the scuffle. Other than that, there was not even a single bruise.

Meat, however, was now plentiful and filled their packs.

So the journey continued as the sun rose in the east.

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It was still early morning when they saw a structure in the distance to the north and west.

It had to be Trialdungeons, if the elf scholar's markings on the map were to be trusted.



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The companions approached the walls of the fort from the east, walking through a forest full of fruit trees.

The walls were low and made of wood -- lower than the walls of Waterlures. They were enough to keep predators and other wildlife at bay, but in case of an invasion the walls would hardly make any difference.

Guard towers were spaced evenly along the ramparts. Yet there were no lookouts in sight, and no noise was heard from beyond the walls.

It began to rain.

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As they crept around the walls in search of the gates, they rose up a small slope. Ahead of them they saw trenches dug into the dirt snaking here and there, from the walls to towers built away from the main fort.

“Goblins,” Rin whispered, “The same kind of ditches as in the pits.”

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They went round the whole fort, checking that the outlying towers were empty, and finally came to the gates on the north side.

They had just heard some noise from within. They expected not to enter an abandoned place this time.

Suwu stepped towards the gates, sword ready at her side.

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There were no guards at the gate, and the courtyard looked empty.

Right next to them, however, was a low building -- maybe a barracks -- and from there they heard sounds of life.

Or whatever awaited them inside.

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Inside, a goblin!

She had an extremely long nose, her skin was moss green and her eyes the typical red of goblin. She wore a silk hat and atop it a disgusting headband that looked like it was made from the nails of her kin. Maroon short hair, neatly combed, could be seen from under the cap.

She turned to look at the capybara woman who entered, straightening her robes made from cheetah fur.

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“Goblin!”, Suwu began, “I am Suwu Cleanmusics the Confusing Smokes.”

“Ah, a capybara woman,” the goblin replied with a honeyed voice, “How quaint. I am Kutsmob Watchfulevils... And you are -- AN INTRUDER!” She finished her sentence in a loud yell, her disposition shifting immediately from welcoming to an aggressive one.

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Ova was at the ready. As he noticed the goblin's facial expression change he charged in, bringing his hammer down with a whack on the goblin's shoulder.

“So you wish to do battle!”, he yelled, “Let us fight then!”

The goblin turned to run away, but Suwu intercepted her and slashed: the goblin fell to the ground as her leg was severed.

Rin, too, charged in and was the one to put the goblin down with a devastating stab into her lower back, which cut through vital organs and spine alike.



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They heard yelling from the courtyard after the quick scuffle and ran outside prepared.

What they saw was a tall, very fat goblin yelling and screaming, and when she saw the companions four weapons in hand, she began to run.

Suwu gave chase and began to gain on her at the edge of the courtyard.

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Up the tower the goblin ran, Suwu hot on her heels.

And it was a mistake from the goblin for she had led herself into a place with no escape.

Suwu moved in...

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...And with an incredibly powerful swing, Suwu cleaved the goblin in half, the upper half falling to one side and the lower to the other, innards spilling with a sickening splash onto the tower.

She returned down, carrying the goblin's head in her hand as proof.

“That one is dead. It is done,” she said to the others with a hint of grim satisfaction in her voice.



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They scoured through the rest of the fort, but there were no other goblins to be found.

Their work in Trialdungeons was complete, and it had been a simple task.

“Our work here is done,” Suwu said as they stepped out the gates, preparing to return to Fencereined.

“It is indeed,” Cañar replied, “Not much of an effort. The poor goblins stood no chance. Clearly, whatever foul deeds have been happening here, have either ceased or were but mere rumors... This was not what I expected. Perhaps we made a mistake? What if these ones were not part of the evil ravaging these lands?”

“But they did attack us,” Ova hopped in, “They were the first ones to act...” There was hesitation in his voice. No, he was the first to strike. He hit the goblin before she even drew a weapon.

“Hah,” Rin scoffed from behind, spitting on the ground, “Once again, we did invade their homes. But still, I highly doubt they had any good intentions. Did you see their clothing? How they were dressed? Some of those furs and skins were from trolls. Yes, trolls. Barely intelligent, horrible brutes. Slaves of my kin who live under Darkness.”

The others muttered and nodded, as if to confirm that what they had done was right. To ease their conscience.

“Right or not,” Rin continued, “It is done. These ones will not be a threat any longer.”

'If they ever were,' he thought, looking back at the walls of Trialdungeons.



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And so they began to make their way back south to Fencereined.

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The sun was high in the western sky, barely shining through the dark gray rain clouds, when the companions stopped to eat.

It was a beautiful location despite the downpour: a waterfall plunged down into a pool that had formed in the confluence of several streams. Several hippos could be seen bathing down there. These were familiar creatures to denizens of Waterlures: though not native to the Lakes of Saturninity, the witch-doctor Yawo used to have hippos as pets.

They were creatures she had been very fond of. “I like them. They get angry. Irritated. Enraged. Very easily. Just like old Yawo here,” she had once said.

Suwu smiled when she thought of the grumpy mandrill woman. She missed her, even though Yawo could be quite the nuisance on a bad day.

“Say,” Suwu began as she chewed on hyena meat, “What about the fortress? This venture to Trialdungeons barely wore us down. How about we go take a look?”

“Sure, why not?”, Rin replied, “I'm up for it. Who knows what treasures lay hidden there?”



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There was still plenty of daylight left when they saw the walls of the old fortress in the south.

With luck, they might be able to explore it and return east to Fencereined before night fell.



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Side by side they stood glaring into the dark passage ahead of them. A faint wind from the surface blew down the shaft and whispered ominously in their ears, stirring the dank underground air.

It was not a pleasant smell in the nose of a surface-dweller.

'How do the dwarves manage?', Ova thought. How could the bearded ones live in such closed quarters? With the walls so close, almost as if crushing the air out of one's lungs, the open sky so far away?



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As they walked down a wider twisting corridor with Suwu in the lead, Rin and Ova who 'guarded' the rear were caught in a discussion.

“There is two less evil-doers in the Enchanted Dimensions now,” Ova said to Rin, “Those two goblins lay dead now. We did the right thing.”

“Maybe,” Rin shrugged his shoulders, “But do you think Ova that all us goblins are evil?”

“Huh, no?”, Ova was a bit startled by the question, “No. Of course not. Why, look at you -- you are my friend, goblin.”

“Then how do you know who is evil?”, Rin replied with a coy smile, “The elves of Múya Loré have not cared about that in the past. When they attacked Thiefpacked many decades ago, they did not ask who was evil and who was not -- they just slew. Many of the goblins living in that dark fortress were certainly not evil... And they were killed. Slaughtered.”

“I-I can not speak for the actions of the elves...”

“No, indeed you can not,” Rin continued, “They were just as much victims -- maybe even more so -- of the darkness living there as any of the free peoples of Minbazkar. And they had to flee. Seek refuge.”

Rin paused for a moment.

“Ova, they were killed because they were goblins. Not because they were evil,” he continued, “And wouldn't you consider that act of killing in itself evil?”

Ova went silent and into his thoughts.

He hoped the ones they had slain in Trialdungeons were of the evil kind.



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For what seemed like hours the companions scoured the halls of the fortress in ruins.

Seeming endless maze-like passages -- some wide, some narrow -- wound around the level, doors leading to other hallways or small rooms, which still contained the personal items of previous residents.

How long these halls had been abandoned, the companions could not say.

“We've searched this floor,” Suwu said, “Looked through each and every room -- some probably twice. Nothing.”

“Down then?”, Rin asked, pointing at the hatch at the end of the wide hall.

“Aye,” Cañar replied as he slung his hammer onto his back, “We've come this far. Might just as well see what lies below.”

“It'll be more of the same, I suppose,” Suwu spoke as she looked at the hatch, “But we should take a look regardless.”



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But it was not the same down there.

The hallways were wider, the doors led not into personal chambers of dwarves. No, they led into large rooms -- so large they could not see the end of them in the dark. Grand halls with columns and statues. Places where dwarves had once labored industriously.

“Forges,” Suwu stated the obvious as she looked at the row of smithies, “I wonder what kind of masterful weapons and crafts the bearded ones used to create here?”



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Forge after forge they found.

But the statues there were disturbing: some depicted humanoids, maybe the size of a dwarf or smaller, with the legs of a goat. One could mistake them for satyrs were it not for one detail -- their heads were replaced with the skulls of goats.

What had driven the dwarves to decorate their halls with such foreboding sculptures?



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As they delved deeper into the halls, Ova felt a shiver.

An ominous feeling began to creep in. There was something... Off-putting in this place.

'Begone fear,' he said to himself in his mind, trying to muster his courage to continue forward with the others.

“A little bit more,” Suwu whispered noticing Ova shifting uneasily, “Then we'll return to the sun.”



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Another door.

'Probably more forges,' Suwu thought. So far all the rooms they had visited on this level had been filled with forges -- anvils, furnaces, hammers, tongs and other tools of the trade.

“I'll go first,” she said to the others as she went for the door, sword in hand -- just in case.

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And it was good thing she had the sword ready.

For in front of her was an enormous monster, shaped like a toad, squirming and fidgeting in the grand forge hall unnervingly. On its back it had a shell and it had three bulging eyes. Thick spittle dripped down from its mouth.

A beast of an ancient and forgotten kind!

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The beast croaked and spit a glob at Suwu, who ducked and slashed the creature in its stomach.

It didn't cut as deep as she had hoped for.

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The forgotten beast charged at Suwu, but she dodged it easily.

It continued that way for a while: Suwu dodging, then slashing. Sometimes she hit, sometimes not.

The others had not yet come to her aid. What was taking them so long? They were just behind!

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But even a dodger as great as Suwu can not always get out of the way.

She was knocked onto a forge's furnace as the monster charged her once again. Fortunately the fires had long since died.

Ash and soot, however, billowed in a cloud from the impact.

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Finally the others arrived as Cañar's hammer came down on the left front leg of the beast.

“You had me worried there for a moment!֨”, Suwu yelled.

Barely any time had gone since the fight began, but for Suwu it had felt like minutes being alone there, facing the behemoth.

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But Rin and Ova were still not in sight.

It mattered not, for Suwu and Cañar had no time to think of it as they dodged and blocked blow after blow, striking back with blade and hammer.

The monster let out a guttural roar -- it was visibly enraged by the two creatures that had disturbed its rest!

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Just as Ova arrived he saw Suwu leap towards the neck of the gigantic toad-monster with sword up high.

It struck true, cut deeply, deeper than one could possibly imagine such a small capybara woman can slice -- and the head of the forgotten beast was severed from the rest of the body.

The body slumped to the ground with a wet sound.

Suwu was surprised. So was Cañar. As well as Ova.

And even Rin was when he finally came to the scene.

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Suwu looked at her sword.

Her trusty short sword of steel. It had served her well on this quest. Been her saviour many a time.

“You deserve a name,” she whispered to the blade, “Just like the dwarves do with their weapons...”

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She noticed her clothes covered in soot. She wiped them first before thinking on a name.

At that moment it struck her -- what she would call her blade.

“Sarveshsazir...”, she said, “Furnacebridged.”

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=====

Trialdungeons was a bit of bummer... Fortunately I saved the dungeon crawl for the latter half.

I wasn't exactly sure if there'd be a forgotten beast, but I'd noticed from Legends that the Mighty Ships had lost several forts due to the beasties... So, I was at least somewhat aware that one might lurk there.

I think I'll probably do one or two updates before putting our heroes to do some "downtime" somewhere near Fencereined. Assuming I find a good spot in the story for it.

Then the game would be up for grabs, but only for some Adventure mode stuff. (Don't want too much time passing in Waterlures and I won't go through the unretire hassle while Suwu & co are still adventuring... Also, too much time would mess up what the heroes are up to and where they are.)

Sort of starting to feel like I'm needing at least a few days to a week break -- been playing about three weeks daily now, I think?

But we'll see what happens tomorrow.

(...Oh, and the title of this update isn't a reference to Toady working with his computer -- just in case somebody thought that! I certainly didn't!)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 13, 2022, 06:14:27 am
I'm always leery of entering dwarven fortresses as they are mazes and I almost always get lost inside and never find my way back out.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 13, 2022, 10:59:18 am
They really are. Looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 13, 2022, 11:13:08 am
I'm always leery of entering dwarven fortresses as they are mazes and I almost always get lost inside and never find my way back out.

They're usually pretty straightforward. Just stick to the widest of hallways and you'll most of the time find a way up and out.

Looking forward to seeing what happens next.

Haha, we'll see what this day's adventure brings along. Let's just say that some unexpected stuff happened almost straight off the bat...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: TurboDwarf on December 13, 2022, 11:56:29 am
i've only read through the previous page so far but this seems pretty interesting. I'm excited to see where this'll go.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 13, 2022, 12:25:27 pm
i've only read through the previous page so far but this seems pretty interesting. I'm excited to see where this'll go.

Welcome to follow and join our adventures!

There's quite a lot that's been happening, but long story short: a group of capybara folk founded a lakeside hamlet, built new lives and families, got children who grew up; the hamlet grew into a village, peaceful life was disrupted eventually, hardships fought, and forty-five years or so later much of the founders have died of old age. Now we're following a group from the village who set forth to find a cure for a curse, but their quest unexpectedly has turned into a fight for the future of the living (at least in our heroes' minds).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on December 13, 2022, 12:56:53 pm
That is a very accurate description of what occured thus far. Wonder how the rest of the citizens of waterlures are holding up.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 13, 2022, 08:46:24 pm
Part XX:
Close to the Waterfall

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5th of Granite, 371

Night had fallen when the four bold adventurers returned to the surface from the depths of the dwarven fortress.

After the encounter with the three-eyed toad, they had been more cautious as they went through each and every hallway and room they found. Fortunately there were no more foul beasts lurking in the shadows.

And they found treasure, too.

Rin's backpack was crammed full with gems of many kinds -- rose cut pipe opals, point cut morions, baguette cut jades -- and precious crafts. His low steel boots were now replaced with ones of much higher quality and new earrings dangled from his ears.

“It was a good decision to return here,” he said to the others with a content voice, “Such excitement! Such treasures!”



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Though Fencereined was not far, the companions decided to make camp next to a stunted acacia tree -- after dealing with two flocks of those demonic keas, which infested these lands.

They were tired after the day, but before rest it was time for story and song.

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And so stories were told and songs sung.



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6th of Granite, 371

The sky was clear and the weather fair when they woke up and made their way back to Fencereined.

It would still be early morning when they arrived at the fortress.

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And indeed, not more than an hour later they found themselves at the tent village outside the walls of Fencereined.

“Let's find that elf,” Suwu said to the others, “Ecu, I think was her name.”

They began to walk between the tents, peeking in some if they were open. The camp was still quiet, but folks were beginning to wake up and go about their morning routines.

As Suwu was about to head further in, she heard sounds of scuffling and Ova's yell from behind.

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She turned around and saw bash a dwarf in the shoulder with his war hammer.

What was happening?

Yelling and shouting. Panicked screaming. Sounds of weapons being unsheathed. Tent curtains being pulled open.

Chaos erupted in the tent camp.

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But Suwu did not hesitate in the moment. She did not give in to Chaos. She did not let the Prince take hold.

She reacted immediately, stretched her hands out in an effort to show her peaceful intentions.

“Stop! You all! Stop this pointless fighting!”, she yelled, “Put your weapons away! There must be a misunderstanding!”

It worked.



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When things finally calmed down and the morning was back to a peaceful one (well, at least for everyone except the couple of shocked scholars who now had broken bones), Suwu and the others approached a rather large group of scholarly types who were in the middle of a discussion during their breakfast.

“Excuse me,” Suwu asked a long-nosed dwarf who had introduced herself as Rakust, “It was not our intention to cause any disruption or problems here... What is going on, if I may ask so?”

“Ah, there was some alarm and confusion, yes,” the dwarf answered, “It was due to the war going on with the Relieved Realms: rumors have circulated that they are about to launch a series of raids on Fencereined. Perhaps they have heard about the... How to put it? Ah, the uncertainty and disarray this scholarly abode is going through -- seize the opportunity, and all that stuff. So, yes, some folk mistakenly thought of you as mercenaries from the Relieved Realms. Unfortunate misunderstanding.”



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Ecu, the scholar who had told about Trialdungeons, was among the large group in the middle of the tent village.

Suwu and the others walked to her and greeted her.

“We were to Trialdungeons,” the capybara woman said, “If there was anything foul going on, that is not the case any longer. We took care of it... The goblins who had made the fort their base -- they lie still now, their flesh feeding the worms.”

“Hmh?”, the elven scholar said as she sifted through a pile of parchments, “Why, that is good news. Yes, certainly. Good news. Inevitable, but good.”

She seemed not as enthusiastic about it as Suwu had hoped.

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“And as we returned,” Suwu continued, “We entered halls of an ancient dwarf hold -- not far west from here...”

“The abandoned halls?”, the elf looked up from the papers, “Drivefloor is its name. You should not enter that place: Ustxu Bloatswam the Murky makes its lair there.”

“Not anymore,” Suwu replied, “The monstrous toad will not threaten anyone no more. It, too, is dead.”

“Oh?”, Ecu raised her brow, looking genuinely surprised, “My, my, you are accomplished warriors then... Presuming you speak the truth, of course.”

The elf then returned to her papers, not paying much heed to the capybara woman and her odd group of companions.



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Suwu looked at the goblin who had a slightly upturned nose and rather short plum hair. He was dressed in simple fur and leather garb -- typical goblin attire. His right hand was missing its second finger. It was something Suwu could relate to.

After they had discussed with Ecu the scholar and several others at the tents, telling stories of Edu, frustratingly not learning much of what they desired to, the goblin had snuck to her.

“Please, help me. Save me, oh mighty warriors!”, the goblin had pleaded her with distress in his voice.

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But when asked for more details, the goblin did not share much. A prisoner he was, that was for sure -- there were plenty of prisoners the companions had seen milling between the tents. It was something thay had not yet dared ask from the current denizens of Fencereined.

Yet, maybe they should have.

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When she had asked for the name of the goblin, he had hesitated and said that it mattered not. He only spoke of his daughter, Gozru Flymined, who lived in Stankhorror, a dark pits far to the east.

Or at least that was where she lived when the short-nosed goblin was imprisoned. He did not know how long he had been here, but he said he had long since lost count of the months that turned to years.

She felt sorry for the goblin, and seeing the sadness in Ova's eyes -- he clearly felt empathy for the greenskin -- a decision was made.

They would help the goblin.

Now they were at the outskirts of the tent camp, preparing to leave once again.

Suwu turned to Ova who had a curious smile on his face.

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“What's on your mind Ova?”, Suwu asked the mandrill man, “Why such a smile? What happened when you rushed off?”

As they had been making their way farther from the center of the camp, Ova had suddenly rushed off, and returned only mere moments ago.

“A gorlak,” Ova said proudly, “He had some bad intentions. So I chased him. Took care of him. Now you can say 'Ova Clearingcrest, slayer of gorlaks'. Ah, I feel great!”

Suwu was taken aback. What was going on? That certainly was not something she would have expected from Ova. It was not at all like him -- he practically always tried to avoid any excitement or danger if he could!

“We must leave,” Suwu said with alarm, looking around as she drew her sword, “Now!”



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Disappointed and frustrated, now burdened with a rescued prisoner they had to protect, the companions headed north into the Dipped Hills.

They were afraid that Ova's rash actions had ruined their chances of finding answers in Fencereined. Even before that, the scholars had eyed them suspiciously and the tension when they returned from Trialdungeons had caused even more caution from the residents.

It was certain that there was no going back there. At least not with Ova, and possibly not openly in broad daylight.

They had no particular destination -- other than Stankhorror -- but they did remember the gorgeous waterfall nearby.

There they would camp for a while, make plans and decide their next move.



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“What next?”, Suwu asked as she looked at the stream cascading down into the pool far below.

The sun was already high in the clear western sky. The day was nearing its end and their quest seemed to have ground to a halt.

“What do we do? Where do we head next?”, she continued, frustration in her voice, “Damn it, Ova! Why? Why, for the love of Ôsed, did you do that? There is now no going to Fencereined because of you!”

Ova just stood there. He wasn't ashamed of his actions. There was fear still within him -- there always was after conflict. But there was also satisfaction, grim satisfaction. And triumph.

“Suwu, do not judge me,” he finally replied, feeling confident, “Mark my words. That gorlak had foul intentions. Things were -- are -- not right in Fencereined. Did you not feel it? No? No, what I did was the right thing to do. Do not judge me.”

Besides, the Rabbit had spoken to him. 'Ova... Ova...', a whisper, no, thousands of whispers, had entered his mind. 'The gorlak... He must be stopped...', the dissonant voices had continued. And Ova was one to heed the words of the goddess when he heard them -- though, he did not expect the Rabbit to sound so... Creepy.

“Look,” Rin spoke up, “What's done is done. It's not like we were anyway getting any answers there. Those scholars were not interested in us. They just wanted to send us off on 'missions' to take care of 'problems'. So that they could concentrate on those stupid books of theirs. On that nonsensical rivalry they have going on with the scholars from Controlledseal.”

Rin kicked a rock down the cliff. The splash was muffled by the sound of the waterfall.

“This quest is dragging,” he continued when the others said nothing, “I suppose it won't end any time soon. Maybe we can't go to Fencereined to read old dusty tomes or get help from the scholars -- though I highly doubt they'd be of any help even on friendly terms.”

“Yes,” Suwu said, still agitated, “That much is obvious. But that does not answer the question: what next? Other than helping our new friend get safely to Stankhorror. How do we find out how to--”

She stopped, looked at the freed prisoner. Was she revealing too much?

”How to complete our quest?”, she finished the sentence.

“If this indeed will take a long time,” Cañar entered the discussion, “We need a place where we can feel safe. A base from where to head off to acquire knowledge, where to return and plan. Where we are with trusted ones... I would otherwise say we return to Waterlures, but...”

The elephant man nudged his head at his backpack. The other companions understood what he referred to: the slabs.

“No,” he then continued, “I say we set up camp here. At this place. Close to the waterfall. This is far enough from civilized lands not to be of much interest. Easily defendable. And the waterfall -- it is beautiful.”

“It truly is,” Suwu said, a smile returning to her face, “This will be a great site for a camp.”



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So they spent the rest of the day felling some trees and begun building a stronghold for themselves.

Night fell quite soon, but they continued work into the early hours of the night until tiredness took over. They managed to complete a bridge over the chasm and erect one of the walls of what would become the main structure.

Making a fire close to the wall, they sat down and ate.

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“What about that curious beast Ecu told us about?”, Ova said as he thought about the herd of gnus they had seen while chopping trees, “A minotaur. Living in a labyrinth.

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“Yes, it was interesting... Well, at least in some manner,” Rin replied, “But Riddlethunder is far, too far from here. If we went there, why, we might just as well return to Waterlures -- it's not that far from there according to Ecu's markings!”

Rin pointed the spot on the map, and indeed, it was about as far from their homes as Finderblunts was. Certainly not a distance they'd like to travel just for the sake of beast hunting and glory.

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“Maybe when we return, Ova,” Cañar spoke, scratching the old scars on his trunk, “But if we are to hunt more beasts, to make these lands more safe for all... We could stay in line with what we have done and have experience with: slay giants. And she did mention an ettin, a two-headed kin of giants living in these very hills.”

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“And the ettin's lair should be somewhere just to the north of here,” the elephant man continued, “If we are to set camp here -- as we are -- we must make certain there are no menaces around. I think it is the first thing we should do come morning.”

“Wise words, Cañar,” Suwu nodded, chewing on the last of the hyena meat, “We best keep guard for this night. This place may very well be in its path when it goes hunting. Let us keep vigil, sleep with one eye open.”

“Aye,” the elephant man smiled, “When the first rays of the sun shine, we will hunt ettin!”

“A song, maybe?”, Suwu said as she stood up.

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And once again the companions -- now numbering five -- sang.

They sang 'Amethysts' late into the night.

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But their new companion was not impressed.

He hated the performance.



=====

Bit of a frustrating day with DF this time.

Sorry for the story dragging, but such is the nature of DF sometimes.

Fencereined seems to be quite messed up currently and I had to redo stuff a couple times (there was a plague thrall kid in one tent who attacked the living when he came to view and if confronted, everyone shifted to lethal mode).

But in a weird manner Ova seems to have solved the problem for me. Dude suddenly disappeared, then returned bragging about killing a gorlak. I have no idea what caused him to kill the gorlak (no report except it's on his kill list), but the people at the fortress were shifting from hostile to neutral and sometimes were listed as ally, so probably something like that.

I had no idea how to work into the story the "how to destroy an artifact" thing by talking to scholars and using DF responses as a starting point for the thing (didn't get anything out of anyone that would've "worked" with a little embellishment).[1]

So, yeah, screw Fencereined and the scholars. Let's build a stronghold, hunt us some ettin, maybe sneak into Fencereined to steal appropriate books and have our heroes do the "research" by themselves.

Besides, a named and claimed camp will allow to retire them there for a while, so we can have a look elsewhere in the world.

(Edit. [1] To clarify, I do have several ideas how the artifacts could be destroyed, but how to relay this information to the heroes without it seeming too forced and out of the confines and possibilities of the game is my problem...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 14, 2022, 04:53:59 am
There are some strange things happening in that Fencereined place, also what's stopping our guys from visiting that fort that was rivals with Fencereined and seeing if they're friendlier and less chaotic?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 14, 2022, 10:17:49 am
what's stopping our guys from visiting that fort that was rivals with Fencereined and seeing if they're friendlier and less chaotic?

You mean Controlledseal?

They did actually visit the place. But it was a brief one since the full moon was just about to arrive. It was just before Rin was attacked by werekangaroo Lòr.

But as for why not search there? I guess the library over there didn't even cross their minds: they were all like "gee, that Tekkud guy sure knew stuff and he spoke of this library with elf scholars on the other side of the world, so we should go there and not this other place which is only half as far." It was all just their own assumptions that led to the place. I guess it was inevitable that they got disappointed (I mean, Waterlures probably would have the information if the books contained such a thing -- those 3000 books are stolen borrowed taken to safety from Fencereined).

And in OOC terms: I really, really wanted to see more of the world and if Fencereined still had naked monks (spoiler: didn't see any). So looking for answers there seemed like a good excuse to visit.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 14, 2022, 06:42:06 pm
The adventures continue!

hey, if you think the story is dragging . . don't be afraid to give us a montage and skip ahead a bit. Sometimes eschewing the small details allows for more time spent on the interesting parts (fights, encounters, torturing goblins with Suwu's poor singing. . . lol).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 14, 2022, 08:39:38 pm
No proper update today, sorry!

But here's a tl;dr version:

Our heroes dealt with the ettin, chopped wood, continued building, chopped more wood, continued building, slept, ate, went back to the fort with the fb and looted pretty much everything, chopped even more wood, learned the name of the freed goblin prisoner (=was apparently bugged(?) and after a reload the name appeared properly), built more, slept more, and so on... You know, nothing much to write about really.

hey, if you think the story is dragging . . don't be afraid to give us a montage and skip ahead a bit. Sometimes eschewing the small details allows for more time spent on the interesting parts (fights, encounters, torturing goblins with Suwu's poor singing. . . lol).

I guess it's more of the way I've been going with the writing: as I take screen captures, I write the stuff at the same time. I've found it easier for me to do it that way than to try to write out of notes and a pick a bunch of screenies later, so how it ends up depends pretty much on what DF throws in front of me. Not to mention that I don't re-read the stuff (maybe a quick check before posting so that the formatting isn't messed), so the choice of scenes might seem weird.

But anyways, I think the biggest problem is that I've been too stuck with the idea of "finding" an answer in Fencereined and tried to somehow get the game to do what I had in mind. Hopefully that'll be dealt with now that I gave up on that idea, and I'll just try to go with the flow.

Also, trying to get the game to a spot where I can give someone else a shot for a while (hence the whole base/stronghold building). Starting to feel a bit of tiredness after around 3 weeks of daily writing&playing the same game (still excited about it, and a short break & some perspective from another player will help keep it that way).

(Edit. Forgot: yeah, Suwu is a horrid singer and the others make constantly mockeries of instruments, but story-telling... Now that's something different! It's constantly stuff like: 'this storyteller is really good!', 'excellent' and even 'legendary' -- should check her skill level at that)
(Edit2. Also, Cañar is an absolute beast when it comes to carrying stuff: he can literally carry hundreds of logs (in his backpack, of course) without getting encumbered at all)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 15, 2022, 03:13:02 am
The fort sounds like it's shaping up to be quite the place.

Also if you feel like your getting overwhelmed you could take a few days break after every update, we can wait if it keeps you from getting burnt out.

if Fencereined still had naked monks (spoiler: didn't see any).
Disappointing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: TurboDwarf on December 15, 2022, 05:55:26 am
naked monks
This thread clearly has some deep lore i'm not privy to. I guess it helped them connect better with their god or something?

Anyway, now the companions have a place they can call their own at least! And they even did a bit of a public service by building a bridge...

And yeah, as King Zultan wrote above: Don't burn yourself out.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 15, 2022, 10:41:52 am
The fort sounds like it's shaping up to be quite the place.

Gonna be a nice little place, you'll see!

naked monks
This thread clearly has some deep lore i'm not privy to. I guess it helped them connect better with their god or something?

This was something that happened during one of AvolitionBrit's turns. But a good suggestion why they might have been naked!

It's a funny bug (https://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/mantisbt/view.php?id=9234) that some folks (often performance troupe members) don't have clothes when you check them.

Also if you feel like your getting overwhelmed you could take a few days break after every update, we can wait if it keeps you from getting burnt out.

And yeah, as King Zultan wrote above: Don't burn yourself out.

Thanks for the concern! I'll let you know if I take a break.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 15, 2022, 11:15:24 pm
what, you don't worship pagan gods in the nude? how vanilla
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 15, 2022, 11:33:58 pm
Part XXI:
How About 'Amethysts'?

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7th of Granite, 371

There was not much sleep that night, for dawn was closer than the companions had thought, and they wanted to set off at first light.

With little sleep and rain pouring the five left the camp: it was time to hunt some ettin.

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The location where the lair of the two-headed giant supposedly was lay only a short stroll to the north.



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The companions almost thought that there was no lair: they searched and searched the forested hills, but found no signs of such a place.

As they were just about to give up, they stumbled accidentally on a well-hidden entrance into the dirt -- it had to be the lair!

“It is best you wait here,” Suwu addressed the short-nosed goblin. Someone who has been for years a prisoner was in no shape to take on giant-kin -- especially without any kind of equipment.

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The dirt walls of the passage soon changed to ones of shale...

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...leading straight into a cave, its floor littered with all sorts of items and at the back of it the ettin stood looking down at the intruders!

The pale brown-skinned ettin was tall and fat with long, curly hair the color of burnt umber. His left head was much narrower than the right one, which gave him a curious look.

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“I AM NOT SCARED,” the ettin's left head began and the right one finished the sentence, “...OF ANY PUNY LITTLE ONES!”

It grabbed a bronze buckler from the pile of items and charged forward.

Suwu was at the ready to slice the giant in the leg and make it fall down, but this one was a nimble one and the scuffle quickly turned into a dodging battle.

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Suwu kept missing the ettin and while Cañar hit it, the blows seemed not to be as effective as hoped for.

“I AM THE FOE OF ELVES,” the ettin's heads bellowed in unison, “THEY SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE TREES THEY SO LOVE!”

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Cañar's war hammer struck the monster in its chest with a loud whack, and as the giant reeled from it, Suwu managed to get a slash in -- she hit it in the right head.

But the cut was not deep.

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The battle took a turn once Ova came in and distracted the ettin with his hammer-waving, allowing Cañar to land a mighty blow on the giant.

It howled as it dropped its buckler.

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The fight went on as a dodging competion until finally Cañar landed another good blow from his war hammer: a solid smack on the right shin twisted its knee and the chubby ettin fell over.

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But even on the ground, the ettin was a tough and resilient one: many of its bones were chipped and broken, blood flowed from deep wounds in necks and heads, yet it kept going.

A slash from Suwu and a blow from Ova into the ettin's gut caused it to retch.

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In the end, the ettin came down after both of its heads were crushed into pulp by Cañar's hammering.

There its lifeless body lay on the cave floor on its hoard now covered with ettin gore, viscera and vomit.

This was the longest battle they had done with one of the giant-kin.



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The companions cleared the ettin's lair of any loot. Normally they would not have bothered to take anything except the most valuable items, but their new camp was close -- even a heavier load could be easily moved there.

It was mostly clothing and worthless items, though there were some coins too. Rin was quick to take them, “We need a treasurer to keep count of our coin,” he had explained.

Among the hoard lay also three skeletons: presumably a human, a dwarf and an elf. They too were taken. It was only right to give them a proper burial: their final resting place would be at the companions' camp.

And as they returned, they cut down trees, for the forest here was more dense than at the waterfall.

Otherwise things went smoothly, but Suwu almost managed to fell a tree on herself -- luckily she was quick to react and dodged the trunk as it came crashing down.



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Days passed after the venture into the ettin's lair.

The companions worked on their stronghold, erecting walls, felling trees in the nearby forests and admiring local wildlife. These lands were filled with creatures most of them were unfamiliar with, though some they had seen in Waterlures when the elves arrived to trade and brought all manner of fauna with them.

Giant tortoises were among such creatures.

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Large herds of cow-like beasts with high shoulders sloping lower to the rear -- gnus, Ova enlightened them -- were a common sight. These magnificent antelopes were known to migrate in massive groups in these northern savannas and plains.

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As work progressed, the companions decided to venture back into the halls of the fortress where they had encountered the forgotten beast. Much loot had been left behind and since soon they were going to have storage space, they went to retrieve all manner of goods: clothing, weapons, armor, well-preserved food and even furniture.

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They gained the trust -- or at least enough trust -- of the freed goblin prisoner that he finally introduced himself as Gozru. He had named his daughter after himself -- a common thing in his family, he said.

When Gozru heard the others talk about the vile sorcerers one day, he mentioned that he knew of one of their twisted creations and how horrible they could be.

“Olngö Terrorpaints was his name,” Gozru told them, “But folk call him 'the Mucous' -- an awful smell of rank wine wafts around him always. A drunk he may be and an abomination, but he is also a murderer: he killed Tosid Blockadegrooved! Yes, the forces of Kadol himself attacked Vinemeads and there the foul deed was done!”

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For nearly a week they toiled on the main building before it was completed with roof and all.

It was satisfying to finish up some work.



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13th of Granite, 371

Heavy rain fell outside as the companions gathered around the tables to eat and discuss.

“These have been good days,” Ova said while eating some fisher berries, “We have built ourselves a place to rest and recuperate, to plot our next move. It is so great to be surrounded by family like you -- and I mean you too, Rin.”

“Yes, family is important,” Suwu hopped in, “It is a wonderful thing to be surrounded by one.”

“You know,” Gozru said from the door with a slight look of sadness on his face, “You are absolutely right...”

Suwu turned to address Gozru, “We will help you get back to your family safely, do not worry. But first we have other business to take care of, unfortunately.”



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15th of Granite, 371

Work continued for a few days.

While they had a roof over their heads and walls around them, they did not feel yet safe enough. So they decided to erect a palisade and gates around the grounds. Work on the walls of Waterlures had taught them much and that knowledge proved useful here.

During this week of toil their plans had shifted from a base where to rest and research (once they had books) to one of a grander, more ambitious nature.

“If we are to wage war,” Cañar had spoken one night when Gozru wasn't near, “If we are to defeat this evil that plagues the Enchanted Dimensions in battle, we must do so from a place far from our home. Far from Waterlures.”

And a decision was made to make their base a fortified stronghold -- one that could be defended. And one where there was space to house a host of mercenaries, if need be.



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The companions walked along the bank of a stream in rain, enveloped by fog. The day was still young and they were headed west and to the south.

For they had learned from Gozru that he had heard of a third ancient dwarf fortress nearby: Ïngiztaron, 'Ceilingyell'. Gozru knew not much more. Only that it was abandoned -- presumably due to one of the beasts prowling beneath the surface of Minbazkar.

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As they walked, Gozru turned to look to the other side of the stream.

“Those Kadol's demons,” the goblin said, “I've heard they come from Islandfences. Some kind of dark tower of the evil sorcerers. They say Kadol himself lives there... And that there are still foul things happening even to this day.”

“We have heard some,” Suwu said back, “Such things should be stopped. By any means. These lands have been ravaged by their sick creations for longer than I can imagine... Have you happened to hear where this Islandfences is?”

“No,” Gozru replied, “Not exactly. But I think I overheard one of the elves at the camp speak of 'that cursed tower at the coast', if it helps?”

It was not much to go on.



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They followed the winding waterway upstream towards the mountains. From there they would head along the foothills, continuing west and south -- it should eventually lead them to the dwarven hold of old.

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Soon they came upon the grounds of a settlement: a hillocks by the look of it.

They were not used to seeing such places built this close to the mountains.

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The drinking mound of the hillocks was empty -- no bearded ones there to welcome rain-soaked travelers with a pint of dwarven wine.

The other mounds next to it were empty, too. The companions were not surprised to find yet one more abandoned village in these war-torn cursed lands.

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But as they were about to leave and continue their way, they heard sounds from what looked like the civic mound of the hillocks.

Inside they saw three elves who introduced themselves as worshippers of Nature. And indeed they seemed to mean it with their whole hearts, for they all were disrobed, their exposed skin only covered with water from the rain.



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After discussing with the nude elves who complained about rain -- it was rather awkward as the companions tried not to stare at the bare bodies of these Nature worshippers -- the companions left the hillocks, heading south and climbing up the slopes of the foothills of quartzite and rock salt.

They learned the name of the hillocks: Charcoalwheel. And it was abandoned, which didn't come as a surprise.

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“Haha, 'you are amazing', that was a good one,” Rin laughed thinking of how Suwu hadn't been able to resist commenting the outfits of the elves, “Sure could see from his face that he didn't appreciate it.”

“'You insult me with your flattery, let us move on',” Suwu tried her best to imitate the naked elf who had put his hands on his hips after her remark. She couldn't shake out of her mind the sight of the elf's family jewels dangling between his legs, “I hope we don't have to meet them again any time soon.”

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“Regardless,” Suwu wiped off the smile from her face, “It was good we ran into them. It was a fortunate coincidence that they happened to mention about that shield they want back, and that it's possibly at Kadol's tower...”

“Yes,” Cañar said, “And now we know where Islandfences is. We won't be needing to spend time searching for it once we are ready to head there.”



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The bold adventurers were nearing their destination. They had just climbed over some foothills and were back on lower ground when they suddenly saw a woman run with incredible speed across the open fields of grama grass.

She wore armor made of iron and bronze, and she had spear and shield in hand as she charged towards the group of five.

Suwu drew her blade.

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The human rushed first at Cañar, Ova and Gozru who were in a tight formation.

Gozru lunged with his spear, missing their attacker who retaliated with a thrust gone wide.

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The human moved nimbly, dodging blows until Ova landed a bash from his buckler on her head, but it did nothing: the iron helm deflected it with ease. It did, however, create an opening for Cañar to bring down his hammer, hitting the woman in the right forearm with a mighty blow.

But it did not hinder her: her spear struck Gozru in the leg, causing the goblin to fall to the ground.

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Suwu rushed into the fray as swift as her paws could carry her.

She was not fast enough. She saw the human lunge with her spear, striking Gozru badly in the neck as he lay on the ground. Blood began gushing from the wound as Cañar and Ova bashed and kicked at the assaillant trying to protect Gozru.

With fury Suwu brought down Sarveshsazir as she closed in, striking true.

The spearwoman fell to the ground, her head split in two.

“Agh! I am done for!”, Gozru yelled in pain and terror, coughing blood out of his mouth, “My time is due...”

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The companions gathered around Gozru who lay there, unable to move. His breath was heavy. He was wheezing.

He was dying.

“I-I feel so fragile...”, the goblin wheezed, “My life... It is over...”

Cañar knelt down and tried to stop the flow of blood from Gozru's neck wound.

“Gozru, breathe slowly,” Suwu began, “We have known only for a few days. We may not yet be friends, but I have grown fond of you. I would like to call you one. But friends or not, we must remember other priorities, too.”

It was an odd thing to say at the moment, but it was all Suwu got out of her mouth.

“I am glad you came to trust us enough to tell your name, Gozru,” she continued as she saw life slipping away from the goblin, “Telling the truth is the right thing to do. You have done right, Gozru.”

“I... I see now...”, the goblin replied deliriously, “I see the nuances and value of such things... I feel cold...”

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“Gozru!”, Suwu shook the goblin's shoulder, “Stay awake! Where should we take you?”

“Huh? Is... Is that you, my child?”, the goblin looked at Suwu, seeing the face of his daughter, “Are we... Home? T-They... They saved me...”

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“I am... Afraid... So cold,” Gozru said, barely being able to breathe, “T-this is horrifying...”

Then he went limp, the last breath escaped his lips.

The companions stood there, around the body of their new companion -- friend -- in the rain, far, far away from the home of the goblin.



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With heavy hearts the companions continued their journey towards the dwarf hold.

They took Gozru's body with them. He would be given a proper burial once they returned to their stronghold.



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It was only a short walk to the fortress from where Gozru had fallen.

There was not much talk between the companions as they entered the massive halls made of green-hued shiny stone, their footsteps echoing, clouds of dust billowing.

Whatever the reason this place was ruined, they would try to find out. If there was a threat they would take care of it. If not, ever the better: the sooner they could then return.

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Down they went once again, down the ramp twisting around the shaft hewn into rock salt...

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...Rock salt giving way to gabbro, then diorite, and much deeper still veins of gold spread across the walls...

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A wayshrine with a pedestal and statue. It depicted a long-forgotten dwarven deity: a dwarf with a long beard as his only clothes, his beard and hair growing twigs and leaves, his skin as rugged as the stone of the mountains -- perhaps a god of nature and stone, then?

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They lost track of how deep they descended, but it must have been hundreds upon hundreds of feet, and when they were beginning to feel that the passage was endless, they came to a hall opening both north and south, continuing far into the dark.

They had reached the main levels of the ancient fortress.



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The companions four began their exploration of the dusty and dank halls.

“Be prepared, stay close,” Suwu whispered in the lead, “Who knows what manner of old forgotten horrors lurk within these halls.”

Gripping their weapons tightly, keeping watchful eyes they stepped forth.

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If the previous fortress they had ransacked was full of treasures, it was nothing compared to the amount they encountered here: the stores were crammed with beautiful furniture, clothing, armor and all manner of crafts.

They would take as much as they could once the place was secured.

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Winding passage after winding passage, living quarters and large halls with statues was what they encountered.

In one large room an array of a different kinds of weapons were set on display. Possibly an armory of sorts.

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The southern half was a maze, but they went through it all.

No beasts were found there. In a sense, it was a relief, for the death of their new companion was still fresh in their minds. They were not keen on more fighting.

And yet, here they were, searching ancient halls for even older beasts.

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The northern hallways were full of small rooms: the private living quarters of the dwarves who had called this place their home.

Onwards they went...

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...Room after room they searched...

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As Suwu opened the last room of the corridor, a horrible hiss came from inside!

In front of her was a towering twisted, bloated form which could only be described as a viper with an enormous shell on its back. It was coiled around a cabinet of limestone and stared at Suwu with its one eye, fangs dripping venom.

“Beast!”, Suwu shouted as she slashed at its head without hesitation.

The battle was on.

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The viper sprung at Suwu, but she rolled out of its way into the room, opening way for the others to reach the fight -- and cornering herself at the same time.

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Suwu kept leaping away from the beast's charges as Ova rushed in. She scored several hits on the beast, but they were mere small cuts.

An opening, a well-timed stab close to the head, and Suwu's blade tore muscle and connected with spine.

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Dodge, slash! Dodge! Stab, stab!

The viper had been slowed down by the blow and Ova joining the fray distracted it enough for Suwu to score many a deep wound.

The beast was spraying blood, painting the halls crimson.

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But all it did was anger the beast.

As Ova struck it on its shell and his war hammer bounced off harmlessly, the viper bit the mandrill man in his leg -- tearing the whole leg off!

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“Ova, no!”, Suwu yelled furiously, “You will not take my friend away from me!”

She stabbed the beast, hitting deep and causing it to loose its stance.

Dazed and wracked with pain Ova bashed it from the ground in its unprotected parts with a solid thud.

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Suwu went for its eye, but the strike went wide as the monster lashed at Ova. The blade hit the side of the viper's head, cutting deep. Suwu could feel the cracking of bone.

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On and on the fighting went -- slash, whack, stab, dodge -- and despite its many wounds the foul monster showed no signs of defeat.

Suwu landed a blow on the viper's eye, but alas! It did not go as deep as hoped for and her sword was stuck in the scales for a moment.

'This fight must be finished quick,' Suwu thought as she glanced at Ova who was losing blood by the second.

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Suwu lost count of how many times she had slashed and stabbed at the beast, but it must have been dozens upon dozens. Ova, too, had bashed it from the ground, the sound of cracking bones heard through the wailing and shrieking of the viper.

Finally, Cañar reached the fray, punching it in the mouth with a heavy whack.

Maybe the three of them could bring it down, for Rin was still nowhere in sight.

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And indeed, finally the beast fell -- or what was left of its mutilated body.

Suwu looked at the viper's severed head at her feet.

“Another beast slain,” she slightly panting after the battle, “Another ancient home made safe...”

She then looked at Ova.

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The mandrill man lay on the ground, exhausted, in a growing pool of blood -- both his and the viper's. He looked pale, his eyes wandered.

“Ova!”, Suwu screamed in panic, “Cañar, help! Ova needs help!”

She knelt over him with the elephant man, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood from the stump of a leg.

“No, Ova, no!”, she felt a lump form in her throat. She did not want to loose another one this day. Especially not Ova.

“Stay with us Ova,” Cañar said with a calm, but concerned voice, “Look at me, stay with us.”



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It was night and the stars were out. A cool breeze blew from the open plains to the west.

Suwu, Cañar, Rin and Ova sat around a campfire they had made next to a cashew tree. They had survived the events of the harrowing day, their packs full of treasures -- though, the price of the venture had been heavy.

“Damn it, Rin!”, Suwu finally broke the silence, “What took you so long again? I told you to stay close!”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, alright?”, Rin replied with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, “I got lost. I turned the wrong way! I tried to follow the sounds, but... But they only led me further away! I tell you -- that place was cursed!”

Suwu was about to confront Rin, but Ova put his hand in front of her mouth and spoke, “Rin, it's alright. It could have happened to anyone of us. The place was a maze. You can't deny that, Suwu.”

Suwu sighed, “I guess...”

“I might have lost my leg,” Ova continued. The pain the wound caused could be heard in his voice, “But so did Edu. And it not hinder him. No, not one bit it didn't. He pushed on. Until the end.”

Suwu looked up at Ova. She was not used to such wise words coming out from the mandrill man's mouth. And she thought of Edu. Indeed, he lost his paw, but he didn't loose his fight, his spirit. He took a crutch. He continued to toil. He continued his life. Until the end.

“Ova speaks true,” Cañar said and looked at the stump left behind of the mandrill man's leg, “Though, I fear your fighting days may be over, friend. We have a long way back, but I will help you carry your weight.”



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Rin stepped slightly away from the camp as the others went through the day's events.

He peered into the darkness. He felt afraid. Of what he had done.

He was lying when he said he got lost. No, he had stayed behind. The voice had commanded him. It said the beast will take care of the others and then...

And then Rin could take the slabs.

But the voice had been wrong: the others -- his friends -- they did not fall.

'RIN,' once again Rin heard the voice of Bazsa the Sinful echo in his mind, 'DO NOT QUESTION ME. DO NOT THINK YOU CAN BETRAY ME. NO. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. SOON, THE TIME WILL CO--'

'Oh shut up! Shut up, will you!', Rin shut his eyes in anger and tried to shake the voice out of his head.

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He stepped back to the camp.

“A song, maybe?”, he interrupted the discussion of the others with a smile on his face. He was happy. He was happy that Ova was still alive. He felt guilty, certainly, but his friends had survived.

The others turned to look at him in surprise.

“Why, certainly,” Ova smiled back, “What did you have in mind, friend?”

“How about...”, Rin paused for a moment, “Amethysts?”

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=====

Yikes! Thought we'd loose Ova there.

Fortunately the bleeding stopped almost as soon as the combat ended.

All fights were surprisingly long (and tough compared to previous ones), well except the one with the intelligent undead (completely forgot to give Gozru some armor though we had a whole bunch available)... Guess I was getting a bit too overconfident with our heroes abilities. Ain't the case no more.

Not sure if I'll manage to get one up tomorrow. Got other stuff and prolly much of game time will go on building the camp of the adventurers.

...Oh, and we met some naked performers finally!

what, you don't worship pagan gods in the nude? how vanilla

Don't even have to worship pagan gods! There was the early Christian Adamites, which was revived in the medieval period by the Brethren of the Free Spirit and other heretics. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adamites) So, even good christians can be all nude during worship!  :D
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 16, 2022, 05:57:36 am
Dang things were looking pretty grim there for a minute.


Also the only true way to worship a god is while naked!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 16, 2022, 10:03:47 am
Dang things were looking pretty grim there for a minute.

Yeah, that FB was one hell of a beast to chew.

Don't want to imagine what would've happened if it had a dust attack...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 16, 2022, 02:23:06 pm
do you find that the adventure construction is painful or tediuous? I have avoided it somewhat and, well, might simply hold out on further deep-dives into adv mode until it is brought onto the premium version

Also, lucky Ova... that snake was TANKY. some beasts seem fleshier than others. Were you striking the shell perhaps?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 16, 2022, 02:59:37 pm
do you find that the adventure construction is painful or tediuous? I have avoided it somewhat and, well, might simply hold out on further deep-dives into adv mode until it is brought onto the premium version

I might not be the best person to ask since what I find enjoyable is often something others find painful, tedious and micromanagery.  :)

But anyway, personally I find it a very simplified version of fort mode building: you just slap down the plans without need to think of building access, then press 'start working'. It takes time if you don't have many workers (it'll stop when hungry/thirsty/too tired), of course. I'd prefer something similar to fort mode building, but I'm fine with how it's currently. (Just waiting for the time in the distant future when we can swap seamlessly between fort & adventure...)

Now if you'd go with DFHack's advfort on the other hand... That'd get tedious, but what can I say: I like dragging and putting things down one piece at a time.

Also, lucky Ova... that snake was TANKY. some beasts seem fleshier than others. Were you striking the shell perhaps?

Yeah, that viper was no joke. It took an insane amount of hits to the neck & head before going down. Ova kept striking it in the shell with no effect, but Suwu was tearing scale, muscle and fat all the time (not to mention dozens of severed arteries and yet it didn't bleed out). I guess a spear would've been better than a short sword there (stabs were far more effective than slashes).

Also, pretty sure I won't get an update up today. Hopefully tomorrow, but it depends on how quickly I get the building stuff completed.

And a question about the next move:

Should our heroes first go "borrow" books from Fencereined or head off to take care of the tower of Islandfences?

Or possibly other ideas and/or wishes?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: TurboDwarf on December 16, 2022, 03:24:15 pm
what, you don't worship pagan gods in the nude? how vanilla
What's wrong with vanilla? vanilla is good. Sure today it's just nudity, but tomorrow it'll be human sacrifices and ripping out still-beating hearts from their chests.
...According to their raws, elves at least don't do this... yet. Otherwise i'd say it'd be right on point for them.

But i digress. Poor Gorzu... I was so hoping for a better conclusion to his story. But alas, that's how the cookie crumbles sometimes.
Ova too, but i guess one could say he got lucky. That beast was a pretty scary one.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 17, 2022, 03:12:24 am
And a question about the next move:

Should our heroes first go "borrow" books from Fencereined or head off to take care of the tower of Islandfences?

Or possibly other ideas and/or wishes?
I say go take those books and just keep them, they probably don't appreciate them anyway.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 17, 2022, 11:19:40 am
+1 to book thieving. Perhaps Ova wishes to retire in his homeland, after the injury?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 17, 2022, 11:52:11 am
I say go take those books and just keep them, they probably don't appreciate them anyway.
+1 to book thieving. Perhaps Ova wishes to retire in his homeland, after the injury?

Yeah, the books anyway make the most sense currently.

And speaking of Ova, seems like you've been reading my mind Salmeuk: I've been having the exact same idea, haha.

It's also entirely likely that the others will remain at their new stronghold for quite some time. Their plans seem to be getting more ambitious with all this talk of "waging war" against the evils of the land...

I might get a update done today, but if it'll be short, I'll probably combine it with tomorrow's stuff. So, either today or tomorrow at the latest there'll be something up.

In the meanwhile, here's a little "treat" of what happened yesterday pretty much right after our companions headed back to their camp. Enjoy Rin's brutality:

(https://i.imgur.com/MqEqxWk.png)
(For the love of Ôsed! Why Rin, why!?!)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: TurboDwarf on December 17, 2022, 12:10:39 pm
The longer i think about it, the more absurd - and thus funny - the mental image of that whole act becomes. DF combat is - pardon the pun - nuts.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 17, 2022, 05:11:16 pm
now THAT is a DF exclusive ! I kind of wish I worked as a urologist so i could wear a shirt with that screenshot on it for vasectomies
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 17, 2022, 09:14:05 pm
Part XXII:
The White Fountains

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11th of Slate, 371

Ova sat in the corner of their new dining hall, a wooden cup filled with plump helmet wine in front of him. Next to him sat Rin with feet on the table and opposite Ova was Suwu slumped on a chair. The elephant man Cañar, however, didn't sit: he stood beside the table, a cup of wine at the ready. Another long day was at its end, the sun high in the western sky.

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“I'm starting to get a hang of this,” Ova said to Cañar, patting the wooden crutch leaning against his side, “Quite satisfying, this crutch. With it I almost forget that I lost my leg to the snake-beast.”

“You are lucky you lost only your leg, Ova,” Cañar replied, “But it is good to hear from your lips that you are getting used to your crutch. I think this might have been what was needed now: this concentrating on our new camp, our stronghold. And now it's completed, at last.”

Ova raised his mug, “A drink then, maybe? To celebrate the occasion -- and to sample Suwu's wine!”

“A drink!”, Suwu joined in, “It's a long time since we made merry! A drink and a song!”

“A drink and a song!”, the other three repeated, Ova and Cañar raising their cups as Rin began to fill his from the wine barrel.



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For nearly a month the four had been hard at work, building a place for themselves from where they could launch their coming expeditions. During that time they had almost forgotten why they were here in the first place: to complete Lòr's quest and bring an end to the Darkness ravaging these once beautiful lands.

The main building was not large and the dining room hardly spacious enough for celebration, but it sufficed. Upstairs were four rooms and a place to craft.

The next building contained a still, a farmer's workshop, a loom and a clothier's. It seemed they would remain here for a considerable amount of time, and thus decided to prepare for the eventual: clothes becoming threadbare and tattered.

The third one had a tannery and leatherworks in its ground floor: they were meant for Ova, who would be the one spending most of his time here, keeping guard and hearth warm. And he needed something else to do than stare at the waterfall and wildlife while the others were gone. Above Ova's workplace was a make-shift library where they would be storing books for their research -- once they had others than those found in Finderblunts, which Cañar had insisted should be kept behind lock and key.

Next to the lime tree growing in their courtyard was a shrine for Gozru -- similar to the one they built for Lòr near Controlledseal. Gozru's remains were entombed here and on a pedestal next to the shrine the skull and bones of his killer were on display in gruesome fashion.

The gate houses were currently only used for storage, but if their grand plans would ever bear fruit, they would serve as barracks for warriors and mercenaries joining their cause -- their stores already held more than enough armor and equipment for such a force.



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“Are you sure about this, Rin?”, Suwu asked the goblin with a hushed voice. They had been waiting for night to fall in the hills just south of Fencereined for a few hours now. Their trek here had gone without incident and their intention was to sneak into the fortress to take books from the Sanctuary of Geniuses back to the camp at the waterfall.

“Yes, yes,” Rin answered restlessly, “Look, I'm the best bet we have. I'm stealthy and my goblin-eyes are better suited for dark than yours. Besides, if I get stopped, I'm the least conspicuous of us: we saw plenty of goblins here. I could easily pass off as a traveler -- make up a name or something if asked -- but you guys... Well, no offense, but it's not that common to run into a capybara woman, elephant man or mandrill man.”

“Hmm,” Cañar said, stroking his trunk, “We will remain here then. At the ready. But, Rin, remember: if anything goes wrong, run. And yell. Do not do anything foolish on your own. We will come to aid with haste if things turn dour.”

“Yes, yes,” Rin muttered as he began to creep towards the walls.

“Good luck, friend,” he could hear Ova say from behind.



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Rin crept slowly along the narrow gap between the fortress and the stone.

He heard sounds from within the walls. 'Damn it. I hoped they'd all be asleep, Rin cursed in his mind.

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Gorlaks.

A whole bunch of gorlaks. Sleeping on the floor of the large main hall like it was some common dormitory. Rin had never seen so many gorlaks at once during his long life.

But there were voices, voices that could be heard faintly over all the cacophonic snoring.

“Hey, I'm fine with it,” one said and was answered by another -- presumably a gorlak, “Yeah? Just don't get on my bad side... You don't want any of that.”

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'Damn! They've seen me, Rin cursed again in his mind as he noticed some of the gorlaks who were talking give him a quick glance. They didn't, however, seem interested in him.

'Might just as well pretend I'm a visitor to the library,' he thought as he tried to put on as casual a face as he could muster -- he wanted to appear like any simple scholar from the camp.

Well, like a armed and armored scholar, anyway...

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The upstairs of the Sanctuary of Geniuses was crammed with sleeping gorlaks. Rin had a difficult time walking between them to the bookcase.

When he was certain nobody was watching, he crammed a bunch of books into his pack without looking what he took.



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Rin wasn't satisfied with the meager amount of books the library had to offer. Gorlaks were plentiful, dozens upon dozens of them sleeping in piles, but books, they were few.

As he pondered should he go look through the tents, he looked at the shaft leading down in the center of the grand hall.

He couldn't resist the temptation and headed down...

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...And entered the main level of Fencereined after a somewhat long descent.

He stopped, breathed in deeply, taking one step after the other, heading into the dark. Whatever was the cause of the strange happenings and turmoil here, Rin would soon find out.



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Rin startled his companions when he scrambled down the slope to them, pebbles and sand rolling down in his footsteps.

“Let's go,” the goblin exclaimed waving a book in his hands, “I've got them. All of them.”

“What took you so long?”, Suwu asked as she looked around to see if Rin had been followed.

“No time to explain,” the goblin replied, “I might have been spotted. Let's move with haste.”



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It was late night when they arrived back at camp. They all were too tired to question Rin about what had happened at Fencereined.

It could wait until morning.



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12th of Slate, 371

They slept late the following day. It was almost midday when they gathered for a late breakfast with mugs of plump helmet wine to wash the hyena meat down.

“Look, I tell you,” Rin was recounting the events of the previous night, “There is definitely something strange going on in Fencereined. Something odd. And it's certainly no beast from the deep, I tell you...”

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“Gorlaks. Tens of them, possibly even hundreds! The library was full, the tavern was full and the temple was full -- I even went down the shaft into the deeps and, I kid you not, the halls there were crammed with gorlaks! It was like a endless sea of yellow balls there. I had to watch every step not to step on one of their round bodies -- or heads, whatever.”

Rin paused for a moment, taking a swig from the cup.

“There's some kind of sinister invasion of those tawny blob-heads going on, mark my words. I'm certain of it! Why, I didn't even know there could be so many gorlaks in the whole world!”

“Oh, come on, Rin,” Suwu scoffed, “Surely you exaggerate?”

“I swear,” Rin stood up holding his hand to his heart, “I am not lying! There were even... Plump helmet men -- you know, like 'Avo'?”

“I believe you,” Ova said when he noticed a slight agitation in Rin's voice, “Why would Rin lie about this, Suwu?”

“Alright, alright,” Suwu sighed, resting her chin in her hands, “But let us move on... What else?”

(https://i.imgur.com/QNXq59X.gif)
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“Well...”, Rin continued, “The library, the Sanctuary of Geniuses, it was awfully empty... Not much books there. They must have cleared it out when this invasion -- pardon, mess -- began. So, I snuck to the tents to see what they got there...”

“And?”, Suwu asked when the goblin paused.

“Scholars, poets, bards -- I think... All sleeping together with some who looked like noble types. They shared tents with their prisoners, too! But, yes, a couple had books with them. Cuddling them in their sleep like babies their favorite rags. Nothing old Rin couldn't snag from them though,” Rin continued and patted a book in his lap, “Like snatching a dwarf baby left to fend for itself -- excuse me for the goblin expression.”

“And, uh,” he hesitated for a moment, “Some were actually awake -- not in the camp, mind you, but in the halls -- and I think they saw me... And now that I think of it, I believe I heard one mention my name...”

Suwu and Cañar looked alarmed.

“No, no! Do not worry!”, Rin quickly continued, “I'm certain it was just my wild imagination playing tricks on me! And even if they somehow knew my name, so what of that? It's not like knowing my name will lead them here...”

“No, not here,” Cañar said with a stern voice, “But to Waterlures. There is the possibility that word of our deeds has spread farther than we have traveled.”

“Mhm,” Suwu nodded, “We haven't exactly kept it secret where we came from, unfortunately. I should have known better... But when I told those stories about Edu and Waterlures, the nature and scale of our quest was not yet clear.”

“Suwu,” Ova finally joined in, “None of us knew. But what then if the scholars now know of Rin and Waterlures? How could they be a threat to it? I'd like to believe that Kumil and the monks can deal with any trouble this might cause -- if giant-kin and werebeasts can be handled, surely a group of scholars is nothing?”



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The sun shone on the companions from above as they stood in front of Gozru's tombshrine.

“Rin,” Suwu turned to the goblin, “What does Gozru mean? How would you translate it?”

Rin looked at Suwu. It was a weird question. And a bit awkward to answer, but answer he did, “Uh, you sure you want to know? Well... Gozru means... Hell. Yes, HELL.

Suwu raised her brows. It shouldn't have come as a surprise -- goblin names were often grotesque, fiendish even. But it was something that one easily forgot. Especially when spending much time with the greenskinned ones, forgetting that according to myth they entered the world only when Darkness and Night arrived.

“Hell,” Suwu spoke her thoughts aloud, “Gozru... Hell. Hmm... I think I've got it now. The name. For our stronghold.”

“Name?”, Cañar turned to Suwu. He hadn't thought of such matters. But Suwu was right -- a place needed a name. And he was interested what Suwu had in mind. Whatever it was, he would go with it. He trusted Suwu's judgment.

“Yes, a name. For this place,” she said waving with her hand at the palisade surrounding the courtyard, “I think Shashzokun, Hellsieges, would be fitting. It'd be a homage to Gozru and it'd symbolize our quest: to lay siege on the Evil, the Hell, that threatens all the living.”

“Well...”, Cañar wavered slightly, but then continued, “I suppose it is a name...”

“Yes,” Ova piped in, excited, “A very good one! Let's go with it!”



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Later that very same day they gathered at the dining hall, which they had named Kabnal, 'The Named Hour'. More drinks were had and there was happiness and joy in the air once more.

Cañar stood up, mug in hand, a jolly smile on his face.

“A proper stronghold needs a warden,” the elephant man spoke, “A warden who would not be master, but see to it that power is shared. One who is willing to give -- and has given -- all to keep their companions, their friends, their kin, safe... I say all hail Lady Suwu, the Warden of Hellsieges!”

“Hear, hear!”, Ova clapped his hands and almost fell down when he forgot he needed his crutch to stand. Rin sighed and rolled his eyes, thinking, 'Share power. Right.'

Suwu hopped on to the table, laughing. She lifted her cup to the roof.

“Now all hear me!”, she tried to imitate a person of noble blood the best she could, “I, Suwu Cleanmusics the Confusing Smokes, am from this day forth to be known as Lady of the White Fountains -- that is us -- and I rule these vast lands from my grand throne room, the Named Hour!”

“White Fountains?”, Rin grimaced, “Seriously?”

What an awful name. He hated it. Yet, somehow, he knew it was going to stick. Not 'Giant-Slayers' or 'Beast-Enders' or something that actually described them.

No. They were the White Fountains now.

(https://i.imgur.com/WiLgg25.png)



(https://i.imgur.com/PGu0AqB.jpg)
(The Stronghold of Hellsieges, mid-spring 371)



=====

So, not a super long update, but not short either, and nothing special happened really, but...

I think this concludes a chapter of Suwu and Company's adventures.

There really isn't any clear direction for the, err, "White Fountains" (it was the first name the game offered, so I stuck with it just to piss Rin off) before they research. So there'd be a time skip (which we already had with the building).

So. If I don't get any sudden ideas before tomorrow, I think I'll be passing the save then.

The next turn will be adventure mode only, and I will send a PM with options from what could be possible. Not gonna be giving free hands. So, Avolition has already asked for a turn, but Salmeuk asked a long time ago first.

Which one of you would like it? Should be a relatively short turn ingame (maybe 1-2 weeks ingame time), and hopefully not much longer than a week real time.

Not yet putting up the save since there's some tedious stuff I have to do "offscreen" before it: for instance, Cañar's backpack is still crammed with a shitload of tables, chairs, beds, cabinets and whatnot from the dungeon crawling, lol.

(Also, I think I need a short break from this Waterlures saga stuff. Haven't really got my personal mod stuff forward during this, and I'd still like to get another game running up this month. If folks are interested to know more of that, I'll put some info in this thread behind spoiler tags.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 18, 2022, 05:27:49 am
The fort looks to be of a nice size in the screen shots but the 3D version makes it looks really small.

Also I would be interested to know what your personal mod is about.


(https://i.imgur.com/MqEqxWk.png)
(For the love of Ôsed! Why Rin, why!?!)
Damn that's pretty brutal, what did that dingo do to Rin to deserve that anyway?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on December 18, 2022, 08:02:40 am
hey, you've earned that break... and let Avolition have a go if they are available, since I am still on this trash laptop and cannot do adv mode justice.

I'm tempted to draft up a .pdf of your narrative once I return, akin to the classic stories, you approve of this compilation?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on December 18, 2022, 08:38:23 am
The fort looks to be of a nice size in the screen shots but the 3D version makes it looks really small.

That's probably because it is actually quite small (though showing the full 3x3 map makes it seem even smaller). :D

Also I would be interested to know what your personal mod is about.

Short version: loads of new trees/plants with expanded uses, new crafting possibilities, alchemy (built on other mods), some changes to smelting, more different real life animals (and some fantasy critters), new civs with most playable, most spheres have their own secrets (so, sort of much more magic stuff), potions from creature body parts (including procgen beasties - stole the idea from Adventurecraft)... So, basically a bloated amount of content using bits & pieces from other folk's mods and mangling them beyond recognition (and probably lots of new bugs & broken reactions!). Plus a couple of surprise things...

It technically should be playable already. Just want to add and fix a few things.

(https://i.imgur.com/MqEqxWk.png)
(For the love of Ôsed! Why Rin, why!?!)
Damn that's pretty brutal, what did that dingo do to Rin to deserve that anyway?

The dingoes interrupted Rin's and the others' sleep. So, totally deserved. I'd be pissed off too if a pack of feral dogs woke me up. Not sure if I'd bite the "geldables" away, though...

and let Avolition have a go if they are available, since I am still on this trash laptop and cannot do adv mode justice.

Let's do that then!

I'm tempted to draft up a .pdf of your narrative once I return, akin to the classic stories, you approve of this compilation?

No problems with that. If you want to do it, go for it. It'd be an honor.

(The animated gifs will be a problem with pdfs, but it's not like the animations are super necessary.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on December 19, 2022, 03:37:40 am
Short version: loads of new trees/plants with expanded uses, new crafting possibilities, alchemy (built on other mods), some changes to smelting, more different real life animals (and some fantasy critters), new civs with most playable, most spheres have their own secrets (so, sort of much more magic stuff), potions from creature body parts (including procgen beasties - stole the idea from Adventurecraft)... So, basically a bloated amount of content using bits & pieces from other folk's mods and mangling them beyond recognition (and probably lots of new bugs & broken reactions!). Plus a couple of surprise things...

It technically should be playable already. Just want to add and fix a few things.
Sounds exciting, I was working on something similar to that but less involved at one point but other stuff came up and I never got very far.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 06, 2023, 08:04:32 pm
Hey, hows Waterlures going? If you need someone to pick it up. I can do so.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 06, 2023, 08:24:29 pm
Hey, hows Waterlures going? If you need someone to pick it up. I can do so.

Been a bit quiet since I've been spending the last weeks working on mod stuff.

I can put up the save tomorrow since it's at a position* where a smaller adventurer turn could be taken if you want one.


* (Or mostly at such a position. I'll just have to do a couple adventurer retiring things first so that Suwu's group (hopefully) doesn't get too scattered.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 06, 2023, 08:28:02 pm
Yeah, ive got a small adventurer idea.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 06, 2023, 08:46:29 pm
Nice!

I'll post the save tomorrow then.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 07, 2023, 03:01:06 am
Exciting I was wondering when something new was gonna happen at waterlures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 07, 2023, 11:07:19 am
@AvolitionBrit, here's the save!

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16324

If you have DFHack, put 'set-timeskip-duration -ticks 0' before starting the game. This way we'll avoid the unnecessary progress of time.

Try to keep the turn relatively short in the amount of time that passes in the world (maybe 2 weeks, 1 month max in-game time?), if possible.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 07, 2023, 12:15:22 pm
Sure, will keep it to a month. Already brewing up some ideas. Just gonna dig through legends and see if any other details catch my eye.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 08, 2023, 02:16:10 pm
Dear Ingish

I hope this letter meets you well, you and your new associates have been brought together to do a few jobs for me. By now the five of you should be in Beardbank and you will begin your time sensitive mission. Recently some of my associates have been killed and thus left me unable to keep tabs on everything anymore. I have lived a long time and i know you want that too. You and your new companions will get everything you wanted and more. Each of you has a mission to complete and once it is done you will be rewarded well.

As a gesture of goodwill, i will tell you what you and Kosoth need to know to get your immortality and his secrets. There are seven necromancer slabs in this word, each teaching its own secrets to bringing back the dead. There is a tower nearby that has one however due to your current non undead status the five of you walking in there will reach almost certain doom. There is a cave within the east of The Abysmal Mountain which is rumored to contain one such slab stolen years ago.

I hope this reassures you of our promise. In reture i want you to bring that slab to me for security and additionally if you find any others please feel free to secure them and i can see what else i can do for you.

Your missions

Ingush, you are to escort your sixth companion towards Waterlures. He is to arrive alive. Immortality is yours.

Kosoth, you are to bring my Pan Viperclan, alive by any means. The knowledge given is your payment.

Zulban, you are to help identify Pan Viperclan and as promised you are allowed to live in Waterlures to live out your peaceful life no strings attached.

Usmok, you are to carry the slab and deliver it to me. Do so and i promise to make you unstoppable, unbreakable and unrelenting

Tin, take care of Queen Monom. Ensure your venom flows through her veins and that everyone thinks you are from The Hell of Miseries and then you will be allowed to

and lastly Rovod, you are to bring me a drink, there is a goblin who thinks he is hidden safely amongst Fordjugglers. Use your charm to lure him out and bring me a drink of him and you can be assure that your gambling debt will be cleared and to sweeten the deal. I am sure we will find you a royal position somewhere within The Fence of Amusement.

I wish you all good luck on your mission.

King Sakzul Cudgeltapers
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 08, 2023, 02:35:03 pm
Oh yes! This sounds like it will be an interesting turn of events!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 09, 2023, 04:03:44 am
A sinister plot unfolds, I wonder where it will lead us?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 12, 2023, 02:28:49 pm
Kosoth Report

Slab recovery was successful, Ingush went in by himself and recovered the slab and three artifacts. Good thing too some of us don't fit well in the kobold tunnels. Would be a squeeze for Usmok for sure. Ingush had already read the slab as he was mortally wounded, turns out those pesky creatures trapped the place. Shot in the gut by an arrow
(https://i.imgur.com/oPZ3XK5.jpg)
and then stabbed in the lung.
(https://i.imgur.com/lkfYn5b.jpg)
He has been wheezing and coughing ever since. But he will live for now. Turns out there was an entire treasure trove of gems, crafts and riches down there.
(https://i.imgur.com/JXdypqy.jpg)
(https://i.imgur.com/Wk3sIV6.jpg)
We even have a totem
(https://i.imgur.com/KTzhAou.jpg)
and a spike to show for the trouble.
(https://i.imgur.com/MyN1ezU.jpg)
The boss will be most pleased.

My thoughts so far on this team.

Ingush, was very determined to become immortal. Throwing himself at danger just to ensure it. Suggests to me that he feared his short lifespan. Could be a good way to keep him in check. He still doesn't know the king has secretly put me in change.
(https://i.imgur.com/yFlBZc3.jpg)
Zulban, for a mountain gnome he is utterly pathetic but a brilliant mind, certainly a useful thinker for sure. I can see why the king is fond of the little guy, seems he has an interest in knowledge but for what im sure. Needless to say, as long as he keeps his head down and mouth shut. He will make it to waterlures, the king said its not a well guarded place, even weaker currently. Not to mention the baron is a good friend of the king and will pardon us for any "accidents" that occur if the residents catch on.
(https://i.imgur.com/eYU3n4M.jpg)
Usmok, she is surely a powerful mercenary, her fighting whilst lackluster is entirely made up by her unparrelled natural strength, with the right training and some helpful blood she would be an unrelenting beast. I see why, the king has interest in her.
(https://i.imgur.com/eYU3n4M.jpg)
Tin, is a means to an end. Her vendetta with General Bridgetone is the perfect setup to get her to the kill the Queen. Any other nobles that get bitten will just further add to our success.
(https://i.imgur.com/0WWSoW9.jpg)
Lastly Rovod, a charmer for sure, he is here to smooth things over, he has a way with words and just knows what to say to the right person, especially to a paranoid goblin vampire who is a high master in geography.
(https://i.imgur.com/vvjilHl.jpg)
As for myself, i am well. The knowledge i have learned will make my interrogations far more insightful.
(https://i.imgur.com/DIZ9D37.jpg)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 12, 2023, 03:17:03 pm
A monitor lizard man, a mountain gnome, a black mamba woman, a dwarf and a crow man... A curious bunch, indeed.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 12, 2023, 04:40:01 pm
So something wierd is happening. Vampire blood isn't working when i drink it, giving it to companions in mugs. Did you change anything in the raws?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 12, 2023, 04:59:56 pm
Checked and haven't changed anything related to blood and vampire curses are generated.

I think this has been a issue that drinking plain vampire blood doesn't work? So, you'd have to add vamp blood to water so that it's laced with vampire blood (from what I can gather with a quick googling). Or then the effects aren't immediate? (Don't really know since I never go the vampire route...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 12, 2023, 05:06:44 pm
Here's what the Wiki says: (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Vampire#Becoming_a_vampire)

Quote
There are three ways to become a vampire in Adventurer Mode. The classic method is slaying a vampire and drinking their vampiric blood (or simply attacking them, causing them to bleed and then drinking their blood off the floor), which immediately turns you into a vampire. However, not all vampires have infective blood. What causes a vampire to have non-infective blood is unclear, but it appears to be related to world age.Bug:9774 (https://dwarffortress.mantishub.io/view.php?id=9774) Further research is needed.[Verify] In some cases, drinking water that has been tainted with the vampire's blood will be more effective, much like drinking from a blood-tainted well.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 12, 2023, 06:05:08 pm
Ah i think i know what has happened. This is interesting. So vampirism won't exclaim itself if in a big band.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 12, 2023, 08:28:05 pm
So im done with the save, things that you will need to know.

- A strange band of five walked into Waterlures, a crow man, a rhinoceros woman, a black mamba woman, a friendly dwarf and a mortally wounded mountain gnome
- They left waterlures as well as the injured mountain gnome scholar with his guts out (not undead) in the library
- The tomb of Tekkud was distrubed and his remains are missing

https://dffd.bay12games.com/submit.php?action=message&fid=16341
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 12, 2023, 08:59:04 pm
Nice!

Before returning to Waterlures, I'll first (try to) finish the quest of Suwu and Company. We'll see if they're still at their camp or if they've rushed all over the place. (Could be entirely possible that they've returned south on their own.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 12, 2023, 10:32:55 pm
nice updates. so I take it there is a new vampire wandering the lands?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 13, 2023, 03:44:57 am
With this development it sounds like there are interesting times ahead.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 13, 2023, 11:47:38 am
2nd Report

We have made progress towards Controlseals but have stopped for a break and to see who has been following us. We were station in Temptedarmor towards the north of the montains. An ancient fortress that has all the hallmarkings of The Bent Spears. No one in sight, bare and abandoned.
(https://i.imgur.com/QQBHntg.jpg)
Not too long later, our guest the goblin lasher had followed us. Went by Jonic, turns out he was part of some group. The Thieves of Fainting, thought he could rob us, needless to say one stike of the slab to his leg from Usmok was enough to disable him
(https://i.imgur.com/IlVqJ4S.jpg)
with a coup de grace to the head. What a wonderful crimson explosion it was.
(https://i.imgur.com/89aCWry.jpg)
Whilst we were busy mapping everything out it seems the Usmok was busy, brough up a mangled corpse of what could only be described as a skinless frog with antennae.
(https://i.imgur.com/HKXQOIq.jpg)
Whilst Usmok was exhausted she bore no wounds.
(https://i.imgur.com/THus7lQ.jpg)
Aparently the beast was even scarred of her and had run away.
(https://i.imgur.com/ug1hL4W.jpg)
Curious, i wounder what her strength would be like if given vampiric blood. She has certainly proved herself in my eyes. In other news, Ingush is still out on a "walk" we will wait another hour and depart. No doubt he has ran away but the kings justice will catch up with him im sure.

Spoiler:  FB Beatdown (click to show/hide)

(OOC: Ingush just vanished and split from the group hence my interpretation of where he went)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 13, 2023, 12:49:09 pm
Seems like there are quite some frog/toad-like FBs in the world.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 13, 2023, 03:32:55 pm
nothing more ironic than death-by-slab, when that slab bears incriptions concerning 'the secrets of life and death.'

"You wanna know a secret, you foul skinless frog?!"

croaks in horror while being slapped with a 20lb brass slab
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 13, 2023, 09:11:15 pm
Part I:
Duty to Lord and Land

(https://i.imgur.com/Yrdphfe.gif)

21st of Slate, 371
The hillocks of Tradeplay

“Stukos Matchedsabres, baron of Waterlures, to his beloved Ral Curlrock, prospector and geologist, greetings and love.

For all the many past -- and, if it please, future -- favors conferred on me by you, I offer manifold and copious giving of thanks of your generosity befitting the Golden, with utmost earnesty I may say your performance of duty to lord and land has not gone unnoticed, and such deed merits reward worthy of Likot Himself.

However, I digress, reward has to wait -- of which I am regretting -- for necessity forces and dictates me to come with cap in hand to ask for your alms once more. As it has come to my knowledge, and presumably you know this by the time my words reach you, the unfortunate recent affairs at Violetgems have forced the hand of His Majesty the Unaging King Såkzul Cudgeltapers (may the Prince bless his Soul!), Eternal Ruler of Glorious Ustuth Ïdath by the Divine Will of Abod the Prince of Duty Herself, and therefore, I anxiously ask and pray your munificence that, through the interposition of my prayers, you will lend me your skill and expertise right away.

It is in the best of interests of our King, and us, his loyal Subjects, for those who possess the qualities of the perfect miner, well-versed in the arts of mining and metallurgy, that under His Mandate their skills are put most urgently to use, to benefit the whole of Ustuth Ïdath, His Majesty the Unaging King and all under the merciful protection of the Prince of Duty.

Hence, I entreat -- and, if it please, trust -- you, a devout worshipper of the Silvery Mines and fellow dwarf, to gather skilled honest and hard-working men and women, knowledgeable -- as judged by your expertise -- in your arts and other skills you deem necessary, and set forth to accompany you on an expedition of prospecting and discovery.

You and your companions, whom -- I must accentuate (forgive me for saying so, for you, of all, are aware of such dealings) -- should be of the most respectful and loyal of nature, and perform their duties efficiently and diligently, are to head to the northern marches of our kingdom under rule of King Såkzul (praised be His Name!) as decreed by Divine Providence.

Once you reach the southern shores of the Lakes of Saturninity in the Ochre Hills, it is your task and duty to survey the land and its bounty, find a choice locality abundant with mineral wealth bestowed upon us by Zas Ochreumber the Silvery Mines, and lay claim to it under mandate from King Såkzul Himself (may He reign Eternal!). Upon finding such a bountiful locale, you are expected to lay the foundations for mining works proper and send word to us with due haste.

I, once again, must accentuate, that this mission is of the utmost urgency, and, therefore, may you act in such a manner that we, and the whole of Ustuth Ïdath, and His Majesty shall return our thanks and respect for you, as our friend and fellow dwarf, giving honour and recognition upon your success.

I pray day and night that your journey will be most fortunate and prosperous, and that we shall be bound to you in gratitude. Farewell.

ps. Further instructions and a writ on behest of the King are disclosed with this letter.”

(https://i.imgur.com/zGRe63D.png)

Ral, the dwarf leaning against the old, thick highwood trunk, sighed, folded the letter and put it in her pocket. She had read and re-read it now many a time since she received it nearly a week ago. With haste, as was expected of her, she had gathered a small band and arranged to meet with them here in Tradeplay where they had resupplied. And now they were ready to head out into the wilds on the expedition proper.

'Always deal fairly,' Ral thought as she turned to look at her three companions.

Edëm, a dwarf with great endurance and toughness, but slow of mind, worshipper of the Golden Rock, seemed calm as usual. While he was dour and sad by rule, he was one that could keep his composure together under dire circumstances. His skills as a miner and mason would be needed on this expedition.

Tulon, a single-minded and pessimistic dwarf, and worshipper of Likot, didn't appear to be very enthusiastic on setting forth, but at least she wasn't as discouraged as she was often wont to. Yet, Ral had chosen her due to her being skilled in the arts of engineering -- something they would certainly need once mining began -- and knowledgeable in the products of the wilds, of what one could eat and what one should avoid.

Finally, Rith, a muscular and strong-willed jaguar man with a great sense of humor, and worshipper of the Silvery Mines, was to act as the group's protector and hunter. He knew not a single thing about such important matters as what rocks of the earth and formations of the land to look for (nor did he seem to care or want to learn), but his skill with bow and axe would surely come handy in the untamed wilds of the northern reaches of Ustuth Ïdath.

“Alright friends. How are you feeling now? Ready to set forth?”, Ral addressed them with hands on her hips as the sun was setting in the west.

“Hah! Is there something to be happy about?”, Tulon replied and continued, “We're bound to head Likot-knows-where, to dreary, awful places in search of riches for the nobility. I'm certain nothing could go wrong in the wilds ripe with dangers of all kinds.”

“Look, I would prefer to be indoors as much as the rest of you,” Ral said, her tone becoming more agitated, “But must I remind the lot of you that you are bound by oath and under order of the king himself to accompany me on this venture.”

She paused to gauge the reactions of her companions. They were silent and their expressions had turned solemn. Perfect.

“Good. Just as I expected. We all know what happens to oath-breakers,” Ral continued, a sly grin creeping onto her face, “And none of you certainly want that. So, shall we be off then?”



=====

A short one. Bit of a prologue to a side-venture that I'll do before returning to Suwu and company.

Took a bit of time to re-orient myself to playing and writing after working on mod stuff and such. It's funny how quick you loose the proper mindset, but I think I'll get back there soon.

There's an awful lot curious events in the world currently, but I won't spoil it for now. I'm sure things'll eventually pop up in the story... But if you want, you can always download the latest save and check on the latest legends. There's some... Surprising turn of events not (at least not directly) caused by the actions of players.

Also did a quick check on Waterlures. Still going to be quite the cleanup once I get so far as to unretire it...

Questions, suggestions, etc. welcome, as always.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 14, 2023, 04:37:49 am
There's an awful lot curious events in the world currently, but I won't spoil it for now. I'm sure things'll eventually pop up in the story...
That all sounds exciting, I wonder what kinds of things have been going on.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 14, 2023, 08:32:15 pm
Part II:
The Old Ways

(https://i.imgur.com/ziSOfy9.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/tGz72XL.png)

22nd of Slate, 371

Ral and her underlings had not made it far from Tradeplay the previous evening. They had set camp for the night next to the Touchy Guts stream just beyond the outskirts of the hillocks.

The first rays of the sun cast a warm light on the group of three dwarves and a jaguar man as they huddled next to a campfire. The fescue grass and other vegetation was coated with a thin layer of hoar frost. Even though it was mid-spring, the nights were still cold in these parts. But that was something Ral was accustomed to after living most of her life close to the Incidental Points.

(https://i.imgur.com/vtHsj1o.png)

Ral took a hefty swig of dwarven ale for breakfast -- a proper way to start a new day -- as she once again explained the plan and what her associates should look for.

“Now then, gather round closer,” Ral said as she fiddled with a short stick with her hands, “What you should look for during this expedition is certain kinds of formations of land, for there are many things we must consider for a location to be suitable for mining operations.”

She began sketching a triangular shape in the dirt with the stick, “Mountains, hills, valleys and plains. All these are potential options, but some are more laborious than others. Mountains we can rule out, for there are none where we are headed. The rest, all of them are possible, and of these hills would be the easiest choice.”

“However, it is unlikely we will encounter good, ore-filled hills near the Lakes of Saturninity. It is more likely that we find veins in the plains and valleys carved by river and stream. While such places will make delving into the earth harder, since we'll have to think of the need to drain the mine shafts, it will certainly be easier to find ore from lands where the soil has been removed and swept away by torrents.”

Ral drew a squiggly line and some crude arrow-like images, which supposedly represented trees, as she continued, “Tree, river and road. Those too are what we need to consider. Roads we can rule out, for there are none in the wilds. So, we will rely on the river. And that is good, for running water is what we need. But that is not all we need. For we need wood, lumber from trees: underground timbering, pump machinery, buildings, smelting and assaying. Wood is needed for that...”

The lecture went on for closer to an hour before Ral was done and ready to begin their trek into the wilds.



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The journey took them north following the stream through the Plain of Corridors thick with ginkgo forests and grassy plains, boulders of dolomite dotting the landscape here and there amidst fields of blooming flowers.

It was a pleasant day to travel for there was nary a cloud in the sky and the spring sun warmed the travelers kindly. It was refreshing and a welcome change even for a dwarf accustomed to life deep within the earth (though to be fair, these dwarves were more of the hill variety than the ones living in the mountain halls deep under).

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The stream they followed had not entirely thawed as of yet, and sheets of treacherous ice covered the water still in many a place.



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Further to the north and west they noticed movement approaching them from the northeast, turning to follow their trail.

The travelers decided to stop and investigate. Who was following them out here in the wilds?

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A large hairy humanoid crept through the dense vegetation towards the group. It was thin to the point of being malnourished, its brown hair looked mangy and the cold, azure eyes of its ape-like face gleamed with malicious intent: it had found a tasty meal.

“Sasquatch!”, Rith the jaguar man yelled out loud as he fired an arrow from his bow he had at ready.

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The arrow hit its mark, digging deeply into the right side of the ape-like creature as Ral, Tulon and Edëm rushed to fend of the assaillant.

Ral swung her pick, hitting the creature in the leg with a sound of cracking bones. The sasquatch fell over.

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But as it fell to the ground it grabbed Ral by her ankle. With a resounding snap, Ral's ankle gave in and she, too, fell down with a scream of agony.

She did not give in to the pain, and instead punched the skinny sasquatch in the head, causing it to release its hold.

That gave Ral an opening to swing with her pick and she clove the creature's right foot asunder.

From there on the ape-being was quickly overwhelmed by its prey and soon it lay on the ground unmoving, its body mutilated with scores of nasty wounds.

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“Agh, my ankle,” Ral gritted her teeth as she tried to stand up, “Can one of you give me a hand? It seems that bastard got me good there.”

Rith walked to the dwarf, extending his hand and helping her up, “A vicious and feral one that was.”

“I thought these creatures were rare, barely nothing more than a myth,” Ral said as she eyed the mutilated corpse, “Yet here we are, and the first being we encounter in these blasted wilds is one.”

“It looked malnourished and hungry,” Rith explained, “They are normally reclusive beings avoiding anything that might cause them trouble. But it is not unheard of that hunger drives them to acts of desperation.”

“Well,” Ral said and grimaced as a wave of sharp pain hit her as she tried to stand with her mangled ankle, “Now it knows that it's best not to hunger for dwarf flesh. It got what it asked for.”



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By the time they reached the border of the Forest of Constructing, Ral was able to walk on her own. Fortunately the damage to her ankle hadn't been as bad as it looked at first: only a minor sprain.

The weather was still fair and the day young as they walked along the bank of the stream, thickets of bamboo rising against a slope on the west.

Their packs now filled with fresh sasquatch meat, they made their way further north, keeping their eyes peeled open for any signs of precious minerals.



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When they reached the Kind Lakes, located south of their destination, the weather had changed. Grey clouds now covered the sky and a heavy rain poured upon them, soaking them wet and chilling them to the bone.

“Damned rain, damn weather,” Tulon cursed as she pulled her wombat leather cap tighter down, “Miserable. Damp. Wet. As if the lakes and rivers didn't have enough water already!”

“Yes, it is wet and cold,” Ral replied to her, “But you very well better get used to it. We won't be returning to the warmth and coziness of the hillocks any time soon.”

“Oh to be back at the hearth of the drinking mound, warming my toes next to the fire...”, Edëm joined in the lamentation of Tulon.

Pfft, I'll never get used to the complaints of these mud-loving bastards, the jaguar man Rith thought as he listened to the others. He was used to life outdoors and could not understand why the typical dwarf hated the weather so much -- why, many of their hill-homes and tunnels in the rock were wet and damp! It's not like a little rain was so much different... Except that it was refreshing and not musky and dank like their cramped homes with heavy air.



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As they came closer to the Lakes of Saturninity, they heard strange squishy voices from the stream. A group of three odd-looking creatures shaped like sponges with arms and legs were embroiled in a curious discussion.

The travelers decided to steer clear of these weird beings.



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The sun was in the west when they caught the first glimpses of the waters of the Lakes of Saturninity in the north.

They would certainly reach the shores before nightfall, but surveying the land had to wait until the next day.

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And indeed, they reached the lake before the dark of night enveloped them.

Walking under the shade of willows and plum trees they approached the water. Ral breathed in deeply of the gentle, cool breeze blowing from the east.

“Well,” she began as she put her hands on her hips looking to the horizon, “This is it. This is where we'll begin to survey the land.”

She turned to face the others and continued, “Remember what I said. Keep your eyes open for any signs of fragments or juices of minerals. Check sand and soil to see if there are traces of metals or gems.”

She paused for a moment, pointing at one of the swampy pools close to the shore, “If any springs or pools have strange color or taste, their waters may carry juices. The shores of the lake, however, are not the best of locations to find these riches. Even if the streams discharge into it.”

She then looked to the east where a gentle slope rose next to the shore, “There, look at that slope. Any water trickling or stream running down it may carry with it traces of minerals. These are the places where we shall begin our work.”

Looking west and noting the position of the sun, Ral continued, “But that is for the morrow. Now we should set camp before night falls. I feel sore and tired after the events of this day. As I expect you lot do too.”



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They set up camp in a small nook in the slope with the broad canopy of an old, gnarled oak giving them some cover in case foul weather came upon them

“...And the elf said: are you going to eat that?”, Rith finished his joke. Edëm laughed heartily, “Ha ha ha... You're funny as always, Rith.”

“Well, did you hear the one about the orca and the gray langurs?”, Rith continued his joking.

“The what? Orca? What blasted manner of creature is that?”, Tulon asked the jaguar man. She had never heard of anything called that and surmised it was yet another creature made up by Rith.

“You know,” Rith turned to Tulon looking confused and taken aback, “Ah, never mind. You already ruined the joke...”



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23rd of Slate, 371

Fair weather continued the next day as the group of prospectors began their search for the perfect spot for the perfect mine.

Ral didn't expect their venture to be an easy one, for as she looked more closely at the surroundings, she realized that this was not the kind of land where ores of iron -- which the king and baron much desired -- would be found in abundance. With luck they might find a barely profitable vein or two, but even then they would have to deal with the ground waters. The soil appeared to be of such a nature that it drank water with an unquenchable thirst and would disperse it on any who would breach the top layers.

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They searched and searched, through plum and oak forest they went, entering the hilly bamboo thickets of the Forest of Constructing, drawing ever the closer to river Swayedcrypt.

No obvious signs of ore were visible. If there was any to be found -- which there must be, for why else would they have been sent to this area? -- it would be deeper in the ground. Possibly even beneath all the layers of soil, which appeared to be thick in these fertile lands.



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Ral walked to the bank of the river Swayedcrypt and sighed.

The more she saw of the lay of the land, the more convinced she became that there was no easy, nor profitable, source of metals to be found here. She knew that on the other side of the river, to the northern shores of the Lakes of Saturninity, veins of red ironstone -- hematite, as scholars called it -- were to be found with but a glance of the naked eye. Of course she hadn't personally seen it, but word from that village of those disloyal capybara folk had it that the place was rich with it.

And yet those no-good rodents had not put it to use, nor filled the polite requests of the good-hearted baron to transport his rightful wealth to the capital. It just lay there in the rock, wasting. A blasphemy against the very will of the Silvery Mines, for he had gifted it to the children of the mountains. To be used in ways that would please the gods and bring praise their way.

“Look, I'm telling you,” Ral heard Edëm speaking to Tulon and Rith behind her with anxiety and excitement in his voice, “I felt a twitch. A tingle! In the tips of me moustache! Next to that stone slope over there yonder.”

Ral turned to look and noticed Edëm motioning to the west. Indeed, they had walked by a bare rock slope as they came to the river, but the stone, or soil around, showed no signs of metals or gems.

“Aye, there's mighty precious metals to be found there,” Edëm continued clenching his fists in front of him, “It is the divine guidance of the Golden Rock that brought us here! And now I felt the signs of it. In the true old and proper dwarven way--”

“Oh, come now Edëm,” Ral scoffed at the superstitious fool, “While the gods righteously deserve praise, the 'Old Ways' you tout of have been left behind for a reason. They hardly were reliable methods, but when even once of several hundred attempts they led to riches, it was seen as undeniable evidence of how such ways works.”

“But,” Edëm replied confused and insulted, “Of course it showed that such ways were true! What, you with all your science, well, have we found anything? No. Nothing. 'Look for juices', 'look for foul smells' and so on. Bah! What else is that than an insult against our gods who have created us with the ability to sense the very veins of metals with our hair?”

“Alright, alright!”, Ral barked at Edëm, “I've had just about enough of your yammering! We'll do it your way then! Prove me wrong. Explain to the baron and king then why we are not able to deliver.”

Ral seethed with anger as Tulon and Rith looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders while trying to avoid the conflict between the two miners.

“Here, take my pick,” Ral offered her bronze pick to Edëm, “You be the first to strike the earth. We could do without all this damn tangled greenery.”

Edëm clutched his own pick tightly against his chest, refusing Ral's pick, “I have my own trusty pick, and yes, I will do as you say. Mark my words: the tingle I felt was true!”

“No doubt,” Ral replied, already calming down, “Well then, this is where we begin and set up our outpost. At least there's water and plenty of lumber.”

“Not to mention the bounty these woods has to offer!”, Rith finally dared join in, raising the yet-to-be-butchered body of a giant coati he had hunted with Edëm before their arrival at the river.

While Edëm's methods were not something any self-respecting scholar would accept, Ral knew deep down that this was as good a place to dig as they could find in this area. If they dug deep enough, they were bound to hit hematite. Possibly they'd have to dig all the way to the upper caverns, but she knew they'd find it: the stone beneath the basin of Swayedcrypt was known to have large veins of the red ore of iron.

And when they would finally find it, she'd have to constantly hear how the Old Ways are true and really work. But she'd rather face that than return with empty pockets and drained coffers to the baron...

And then be sent to the hammerer.



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Okay, second part there.

I'll try to finish this side-venture tomorrow (hopefully), so we can get back to the capies (with Suwu and company being first).

Maybe these prospectors aren't the most interesting of characters, but this expedition will maybe make sense in the future (provided things go the way I expect, which they certainly will not)... Also, a brief glimpse into the mindset of the dwarves of Ustuth Ïdath (or how I perceive them).

We'll see how setting up camp goes since I'm planning to use advfort for some "prospecting". At least with Suwu's camp things went quite smooth with it, though I didn't use it much. I think smelters was something I didn't manage to get working with it. So, going to be making some backups on the way in case something gets messed up.

Guess that's all.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 14, 2023, 09:51:05 pm
Tins notes.

Ah i am ssso elated, everything went to plan, no doubt the dwarven nobility are quaking in their boots.
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It was powerful watching my venom take effect, it was a lot different than your average direbear or giant dingo. More time or more venom was required but each dwarf was different. So would fall instantly whilsst others could fight the effectss for the time. I tested it out on the first noble dwarf i ssaw.
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The baron of Nosecanyon was certainly aptly named. The bite to the upper body and my vemon was already coursing through his veins. He chased me for a bit but still wasn't ssucumbbing to my venomous ways. A few more bites help speed the process up. I saw it in his eyes, he was dazed and dizzy. Footwork frantic was his body cried out in pain. His limbs started to become heavy and sluggish as grew drowsy and feverish. Then the paralysis took hold.
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The is nothing like seeing the face of greedy nobility dying in the heat of battle, that brief fleating moment when hope and ambition was lost forever.
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I started to get a kick out of it. I went for the queen next.
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She was ssso eassy to ssenk up on. One bite and her fellow nobility paniced. They all tried to target me, a jobs a job. Kept punching the queen as the nobilty surrounded me.
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The baroness of Beastgilt towered over me and blocked my path to the queen, one bite sent her to the ground, so weak that my venom instantly knocked her out.
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The Queen kept running but was soon struck the ground as my venom took hold, a single punch followed by the weak gasps for air as she suffocated. It gave me such a thrill, that i started to target all the nobility to see if i can kill them as well.
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Eventually my own target, the general. He was hiding. Such a coward was bridgetone. I wanted to serve and help The Bent Spears and all he wanted to do was put on a show. He hasn't trained in years. Too busy with his new lovers and then he was promoted to general. He has sat on his arse in Earthencradle for 138 years. He was evil old dwarf, refusing to give up his noble position to a younger more able candidate. He laughed a me and sent me away. I was without a home, doing odd jobs, beast hunting and minor mercenary work to make ends me. They say with age comes wisdom but not for all, General Bridgetone was an example of this, his "troops" were too busy drinking and flilting to see the nobility being decimated. Where was he, gambling with visitors.

A few bites and he ran, he didn't make it far. He was limp but alive. I showed him Defectplains the Barricaded Equality, the artifact spear. Slowly plunging it into his head. The general was no more.

I suspect that my actions and reason to do this was to start war with the goblins and get the bent spears to build and actually army instead of a show one. Why the King wants that and all these other jobs done. No clue but he isn't gonna be happy with Ingush ditching his duty.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 14, 2023, 10:19:44 pm
nice, return of Waterlures and this new found outpost bodes well.

Meanwhile, the Black Mamba man assassin takes action against General Bridgestone. A fearsome and well-known saboteur, that one.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 14, 2023, 10:35:42 pm
Indeed, enjoying the prospectors team story. Interested to see where it goes and adds the potential for them to pop up later in the world. The spongemen were a comedic surprise, they aren't exactly fearsome.

I wonder how the capys are doing, what the next generation will do.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 15, 2023, 04:45:57 am
Things seem to be leading up to interesting things happening in the future, hopefully they won't effect waterlures to much.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 15, 2023, 10:30:06 am
Meanwhile, the Black Mamba man assassin takes action against General Bridgestone. A fearsome and well-known saboteur, that one.

It's nice to read these reports of what actually happened. Waiting to see what'll be the full consequences of the mayhem caused by the group.
 
Our horrid tyrant blessed good king Såkzul is clearly up to something big...

Indeed, enjoying the prospectors team story. Interested to see where it goes and adds the potential for them to pop up later in the world. The spongemen were a comedic surprise, they aren't exactly fearsome.

I wonder how the capys are doing, what the next generation will do.

I got a good reason to read/skim bits and pieces of De Re Metallica (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_re_metallica) for the prospectors' story. It's fun to try to mix some historical mining/prospecting stuff with some fantasy dwarf things.

I think that was the first time I've ever actually encountered any spongemen in the game. Was a bit of a WTF moment, haha.

Hopefully we'll get back to the capies this turn, but that depends on how things will go with Suwu and co.

Things seem to be leading up to interesting things happening in the future, hopefully they won't effect waterlures to much.

Sometimes even peaceful hamlets might be dragged into the turmoil of the larger world... Though, let's hope that won't be the case this time!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 15, 2023, 08:58:19 pm
Part III:
A Mining Outpost Rises

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23rd of Slate, 371

“Now then, this is where we shall start,” Ral said as she looked at the bare slope of fine-grained, light grey stone. “Edëm, you are to start quarrying the stone and turn it into blocks for building. Tulon, you go and take a closer look at what vegetables these bamboo-laden forests have to offer.”

She turned to look at the group and directed her gaze at the jaguar man, “And you, Rith, you will fell those trees over there.” She pointed at the tall, thick trunked trees, which grew a-plenty in the Forest of Constructing.

“Which ones should I choose?”, Rith asked Ral, not sure what trees the dwarf meant.

“All of them,” Ral answered, making a wide sweeping gesture from left to right, “Cut them all down. We will be needing plenty of lumber. These trees will finally be put to good use.”



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By the time night fell upon them, Edëm, with the help and supervision of Ral, had managed to carve out quite a sizeable quarry. Some of the rhyolite stone had been cut into blocks, ready for building work. Rith had felled many a mighty tree and there was plenty of timber to be used for a variety of purposes.

And Tulon, well, she had not found much to eat in the thicket -- it was still mid-spring, after all. But come summer and autumn, the wild plants would provide an abundance of berry, bean and grain.

Ral, sitting at the fire, was still a bit grumpy from her altercation with Edëm, but the worst of her anger from earlier in the day had subsided. Working at the quarry and cutting the stone had made her satisfied and put her mind at ease.

“Our first task in the morning will be getting a roof over our heads,” she addressed her underlings, “Fortunately Ôsed has granted us mostly with fair weather this far. But what is certain is that such fortune will not last. Eventually we will face rain and cold and all the worst the Rabbit has to offer from the skies above.”

“Aye,” Edëm replied, “I would prefer a good, well-carved hole in the rock of the mountain. At least there the Silvery Mines keeps the mischievious Long-Ears in check. But any walls and roof will make me satisfied, as long as we can be sheltered from her whimsical nature.”

“So  true, so true,” Tulon nodded in agreement as she nibbled on a leaf of red spinach she had foraged, “I heard from some merchants who had been to that Waterlures place that the queer folk there are particularly fond of the Rabbit. That they worship not proper gods like Likot. Nor the Silvery Mines.”

“Indeed,” Ral turned her attention to Tulon, “It is as if they have forgotten where they come from and who lifted them up from their wild, savage state of constant struggle, gave them civilization with all its benefits and wonders, and last, but not least, gave their existence a purpose.”

The others murmured in agreement.

“And what did they do in return?”, Ral's tone turned sour, “They used the good will of King Såkzul for their own gain! All the promises of building a new settlement for the glory of Ustuth Ïdath were but empty words. Trickery. Lies. Deceit.”

“Aye,” Edëm replied. He too was beginning to fume over the subject, “It is something one would expect from those who hold the Rabbit so close to their black hearts!”



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24th of Slate, 371

By the end of the following day more trees had been felled, Edëm and Ral had carved more blocks from the quarried rhyolite, and the foundations of the ground floor of their main building had been laid.

Ral was feeling good and satisfied at the progress she and her underlings had made. Within a few days, or perhaps a week or longer, they would spend their evenings and nights in a proper, dwarf-built structure made of stone and timber.

Work hadn't gone without problems, however.

The forests of these lands were teeming with savage creatures: giant cardinals, giant coati and lurking in the waters of Swayedcrypt were alligators, as had been noticed but moments ago when one such being had attacked Edëm near the river bank.

Fortunately the follower of the Old Ways was swift with pick and good in keeping his wits in face of danger: the alligator had soon found out it had chosen its prey poorly, and paid with its life for such a mistake.

“You know,” Edëm began after finishing chewing on a piece of particularly tough alligator meat, “What I'd really need is a large tankard of good dwarven ale to wash down the taste of this one. And the dust of the day. I feel like it's hard to keep good focus without a slight buzz in the head. Why, within a few days I probably can not even move if I don't get some ale!”

“Oh, come now,” Ral let out a small chuckle, “Surely you exaggerate. I too would love a pint or four, but it'll take more than a few days without that until I won't be able to function at all!”

“Speak for yourself,” Tulon grumbled, “You just had ale this morning from your own stash. And didn't care to share any with us who have been going without for more than a couple days,”

“Well, it was the last of it,” Ral replied, feeling slightly offended, “Besides, it is not my fault you didn't bring any along with you despite me explicitly stating to do so. And if someone here needs to keep their focus, it is me, your head of expedition and foreman.”

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Rith stepped away from the bickering dwarves and walked to look to the east.

He had lived for many a year among the dwarves of Ustuth Ïdath, yet he still did not understand their love and need for stronger beverages. When around drunken dwarves, he felt like an outsider. And the drunker the game, the more so he felt. He did enjoy drinking, of course. Why, otherwise it would be unbearable to be around the bearded ones exhaling alcoholic fumes when they opened their mouths, their halls reeking of old, soured wine!

Feeling like an outsider made him uncomfortable. To be frank, he was very jealous of the dwarves and their ways. He wished he could be like one, yet no matter how he tried, he was still seen as but a jaguar man come from the wilds.



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4th of Felsite, 371

A little over a week passed.

It was a fine, clear morning of late spring as Ral stood in front of the building, her hands on her hips as she eyed the structure.

The walls of the ground floor were made of stone and would house her office as a foreman, a workshop for masonry and a common area, and last, a separate space where Tulon would set up a brewery. For the dwarves very much desired for the refreshing taste of wine and beer.

The rest of the floors were made of wood and would serve as their personal quarters, storage space and what-not.

However, work was not yet done: the doorways needed doors, rooms needed furnishing and the balcony needed railing.

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Ral stepped away from the building and walked to the four wooden poles arranged to mark the corners of a rectangle. She pointed to the center of them.

“This is where we will begin digging proper,” she addressed the others were gathered in a tight bunch to listen to her plans, “Once furnishing of our new miners' hall is completed, Edëm will begin to channel a shaft. Straight down into the earth.”

She cleared her throat and gathered her thoughts before continuing, “Rith, you will need to fell more trees. For I expect us to hit damp soil and we must be prepared to seal and support the shaft so no water is discharged into it. Tulon, you can set up your brewery in the meanwhile.”

Ral looked at Tulon who appeared to be in a sour mood this day. No wonder, for her clothes must still be moist and damp from the previous day's rain.

“Also, Tulon,” Ral continued, “Be ready at a moments notice to put your knowledge in the art of engineering to use. If things go awry, we might need pumps to drain the worst of the leakage from the shaft.”

“Let us pray Likot and the Silvery Mines that no such thing happens,” Tulon replied with a dejected look on her face, “I have had enough of this wetness and pumping water up from a straight shaft is no meager undertaking. I should point out that with what we have here, I am ill equipped to build such devices!”

“Well,” Ral dismissed Tulon's complaints, “You better make sure that you are prepared by the time such pumps might be needed. That is precisely why you were hired for this job. And need I remind you of the contract of servitude you signed?”

Tulon was about to object, but she stayed silent and kept her grievances to herself.



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5th of Felsite, 371

Work was completed by the time night fell the following day.

Once again, Ral was pleased on their progress. All the foundations and basic necessities for this mining venture were now behind them and work proper could finally begin.

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The entries to the ground floor were on the north side, opposite of where the mine shaft was to be dug.

The left side had a office for Ral, who would be the foreman and superintendent of this operation. The right side housed the common area with tables and benches, and a second working place for masonry in case of foul weather.

On the south side, separate from the main space, was Tulon's brewery. Once they had something brewable at hand, they would be quenching their thirst with ale not river water.

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The first floor had rooms for Tulon, Rith and Edëm on the right wing, and on the left was a space reserved as a secondary office in case they would nead an accountant at some point.

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The second floor had a room for Ral in the left wing. It was more spacious than the others, but that was only proper for Ral was the head of this expedition.

The right wing contained a crafting and carpentry are, with some space reserved for storage.

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Finally, the attic: it was spacious and had much room to store equipment and what-not. It could also be used as lodging, if they would receive unexpected visitors and needed to provide shelter.

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Tulon fiddled with a masterfully made drinking horn made from the horn of a mountain goat. It was one of her most prized possessions.

“Åkumral,” she muttered her thoughts aloud as she looked at the horn.

“I beg your pardon?”, Ral said from next to her.

“Oh nothing,” Tulon raised her eyes to meet Ral's stare, “I just thought that I'd give it a name. Åkumral. Catchsilver.”

“But why?”, Rith asked from the opposite side, “Why'd you give a horn from an animal a name? And a name that has nothing to do with it?”

“Oh, on the contrary,” Tulon answered as she put the horn on the table, “This horn will serve me many a drink during our time here. And those drinks will help us stay strong and healthy, to be able to work hard and industriously. And to help us catch wealth. Hence the name. Catchsilver. Get it?”

“Uh, right,” Rith replied, ever the more confused of the ways of dwarves.

“Well, let's hope the name will bring us good fortune then,” Ral said, “For tomorrow we strike the earth.”

“Aye!”, Edëm bellowed, “Tomorrow we'll be finding riches! Mark my words, the tingling in my beard has been strongest where the shaft will be dug. Tomorrow we'll see the power of the Old Ways!”



=====

Didn't get as far as I hoped today, but we're almost there! I think I'll get this side story done tomorrow or the day after (depending on other so-called "life stuff").

Took some retries at first with advfort since I botched some stuff, but that was more my fault than that of the script. But I finally got a hang of it, and damn, does it add to the adventurer camp experience. (Highly recommend trying it out, but remember to take backups just in case!)

While I was first a bit unsure if this prospecting group would be a good addition and be just another distraction from the "main" things, I think I'm starting to get a better feel for the other denizens of Ustuth Ïdath than just the capies... Who now seem to have quite the differing view on the world and things.

Perhaps their beliefs about Ôsed turn out to be heretical in the end? At least this group of dwarves doesn't appear to think so fondly of the Rabbit in the Sky...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 16, 2023, 05:34:47 am
I really like the way you make the houses in this.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 16, 2023, 11:14:36 am
I really like the way you make the houses in this.

Thanks!

It's something what I really enjoy doing in DF. I really love the system how constructions are made. That you have to plan the stuff and do it in a certain order. And that it takes time and you can't just slap the stuff there and press build like in many games. Makes it feel like there's actually construction work being done.

(Just afraid it'll change to something simpler in the future, since it's something people constantly complain about.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 16, 2023, 08:44:06 pm
Part IV:
The Earth Is Struck

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6th of Felsite, 371

As the sun rose the following morning, the dwarves and the jaguar man gathered at the spot where the mine shaft would be dug. Edëm stepped towards the center holding his steel pick ready.

He put his pick against his chest, clutching it tightly with both hands and pressed his forehead on its head as he recited a prayer, “Almighty, eternal, and just Gods of the Rock, give to us to do for Thee what is pleasing to Thee. Let the Silvery Mines purify my pickaxe, kindle its head, so that we may be guided to the bounty of the Golden Rock and Likot, and please Limul with abundance, and sing praise and glory in all Thy names!”

“Praise and glory in all Thy names!”, Ral, Tulon and Rith chanted in unison as Edëm swung his pick.

(https://i.imgur.com/fn8uLuG.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/zpIq4vy.png)

As Ral had expected, the soil carried groundwater with it. It was, however, deeper than she anticipated, and it was discharged from the earth in but a slow trickle.

“Water!”, Edëm yelled up from the bottom of the shaft, “The soil be damp here!”

“Tulon, Rith, fetch the timber!”, Ral shouted out orders, “We best seal the flow before it gets all muddy down there!”

(https://i.imgur.com/K0a2orS.gif)

And soon the walls were sealed with sturdy logs of sand pear wood.

Digging could continue for now, but it was to be expected that the dampness continued further down, deep all the way to the bedrock.



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“Stone!”, Edëm yelled up from the shaft once again, “I've hit stone!”

He put his hand against the grainy rock. It was damp and wet, a trickle of water making it glisten slightly when the little light that came down the shaft struck it.

“But it's wet still!”, he continued yelling up. He then sniffed his palm and licked it. It smelled musty and tasted like soil, “And there's no smell nor taste of juices in it yet!”

It was then when he noticed that the rhyolite walls bore clusters of yellowish brown crystalline rock, “But there's a small amount of zircon in the stone! Praised be Likot and Limul!”



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13th of Felsite, 371

A week flew by swiftly and much more had been accomplished.

Tulon was at her brewery crushing grain and readying it for brewing. Despite the early time of the year, she had managed to find some spelt in the wilds. She had finished a few batches and as the day drew to a close, she was eager to join the others at the mess hall for a sampling of the beer.

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Edëm was busy at work in the mine shaft, digging exploratory tunnels in each cardinal direction. But despite the ever stronger tingling sensation he swore he felt in his beard hair, he had only struck a few clusters of brown zircon -- hardly the most precious of gems and certainly not something to please Limul with.

'Well, no precious metals, but at least my skill with the pick is improving,' Edëm thought and was content despite not finding what he wished for. 'Eventually the Golden Rock will guide my pick to strike ironstone. Of that I am sure.'

(https://i.imgur.com/e6tJUpZ.gif)

Ral was finishing her work at their newest building, erected next to the mine shaft. It contained yet another workshop for a miner and since they had found gems, a place where jewelry could be practiced. And that was what Ral had been doing for most of the day: cutting the zircons into cabochons of various shapes.

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Rith was just up the slope north of the new building at one of the shrines they had built for the Golden Rock, Limul and the Silvery Mines. His day had been more relaxed than what the others had, but it was only fair, for he had been hard at work first felling trees and then doing much of the construction work.

“...Finally, grant that ours may be a blessed venture into the deeps, that the rock formed from Ôsed's droppings bear a bountiful amount of your grain, that of which we may thaw ingots worthy of the Golden Rock, and that we may forge goods worthy of Limul's Treasury,” he concluded his prayer.



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The four prospectors sat around the tables. It was late night already and it had been a long day at work. Ral had put several cut brown zircons on the table for the others to see.

“These are hardly what the baron desires,” she said with a slight sigh, “They are worth but a paltry sum, not even enough to buy a bag of grain. ”

“Worry not Ral,” Edëm answered with confidence, “We have but scratched the surface of what the Silvery Mines has to offer. These are but an early appetizer, I say. I know for certain that my keen pick will strike true deeper down. Hit a glorious vein of precious metals. Silver, iron and, most likely, even gold.

Ral looked at the gleamy-eyed dwarf and raised her brow, “Of that you are certain? How can you say such a thing? Oh, never mind. I know the answer. The 'Old Ways' will prove to be true...”

“Why yes,” Edëm said, slightly taken aback, “Of course they'll prove to be true! The tricks of the Rabbit do not hold sway beneath the earth. The Silvery Mines will grant us what we-- No, what the baron and the King desire.”

“For once, I pray you are right,” Ral said, not at all so confident of their success, “We have one year and a season time to strike true... Come next year's autumn, we need to have something of value to show our lieges.”

“And if we don't?”, Tulon asked, though she knew the answer to her question, “What then happens?”

“You know very well, Tulon,” Ral turned to the brewer, “I will be the one to take the brunt of it, for it is I who am responsible for this venture to be one of great success. You all remember that when I am the one being sent to meet the hammerer. Just pray that one hammering is enough to satisfy our lords and good King Såkzul, that you get away with a mere scolding or flogging.”

“In case of such events,” the jaguar man joined in, “We could head into the wilds. Avoid the whole situation by disappearing...”

“What you say is treason,” Ral snapped, “Speak not such things at my table no more! And it would be not only treason against our King and Country, it would be heresy against the gods. For our lords are their instrument, their voice in the Eternal Dimensions. Do not speak treason. Ever again. Understood?”

The jaguar man went silent.

“Understood, ma'am Curlrock,” he replied with a humbled and ashamed voice.



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Ral put the vellum scroll on her table and pulled out another sheet of parchment. She gnawed absent-mindedly on the feather of her quill pen as she thought of what to write in her journal. She was satisfied after finishing 'The Secret of Tempests', an essay she had been writing in the evenings before sleep. Maybe it wasn't of the best of quality and it lacked coherence and a particular subject, but for a first essay it surely was better than average.

Or at least so she thought.

“The Fourteenth of Felsite in the Three Hundred Seventy-Oneth Year of the Prince's Reckoning,

I, Ral Curlrocks of Ustuth Ïdath proper, am pleased at how our work for the benefit of our generous baron Stukos Matchedsabres and His Majesty the Unaging King Såkzul Cudgeltapers (blessed be his Name!) is going.

Day after day we unearth magnificent riches that the gods have gifted us and sealed into the very rock of the earth for us to discover. Day after day we near the desired and much needed riches in form of minerals carrying iron and other precious metals of the Golden Rock. I am certai of it, though we have yet merely but zircons of the brown variety to show.

The workers have been diligent and efficient, as was desired. And not only that: they are of the utmost respectful and loyal kind with nary a complaint heard thus far! I am pleased with their skill with pick, axe and still.

The gods have favored us this far, and we have erected three shrines in honor of the Four of Stone: the Silvery Mines, the Golden Rock and Limul each have a place for worship here. Only Likot of the Four has not a shrine as of yet. And we have yet to build shrines for the Prince and Mestthos, too. Even the Rabbit will get her own, eventually, for she has refrained from her mischief and the weather she has offered us has been mostly fair, not dreary.

(https://i.imgur.com/FARYmRU.png)

I have chosen to name our mining outpost 'Rivermine', and our main hall is now known as 'The Competitive Rock'. For the name of our group, after careful and long deliberation, I chose 'The Banner of Gods' -- for when we seek to honor our liege, we honor the gods. And not only do we honor them: we carry their banner wherever we stride with the utmost of pride and loyalty.

I expect us to strike true any day now. My dear Edëm is skilled with pick, and guided by my knowledge of the lay of stone and vein, he will surely soon present ironstone, or perhaps even gold, for us to admire. By the time autumn arrives a year and a season from now, we will certainly have a plethora of riches to be sent back to the Mountainhome.

With these words I withdraw for the night.

May the grace of the gods keep smiling upon us as brightly as the radiance of our good King Såkzul does -- praised by his Eternal Reign!”



Spoiler: Rivermine (Stonesense) (click to show/hide)

...And for comparison, the area before being ravaged by the dwarves:




=====

So, I think that concludes the chapter of founding this mining outpost.

Next up it's time to head and see how Suwu and the White Fountains are doing in the north. Perhaps they have found some means or ideas how to rid the world of the slabs?

I'll try to get an update up tomorrow, but it might be that I won't get enough stuff written since I have to do other things too and re-orient myself to the proper mindset. Also, might need to refresh my memory be re-reading the latest chapter of their adventures (damn my crappy memory).

Here's the save if someone wants to take a peek at Legends or the world:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16358
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 16, 2023, 10:06:51 pm
do you post process the stonesense images at all, besides the titling? I keep thinking they would make wonderful posters. The 3-D perspective is awesome...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 16, 2023, 10:17:41 pm
I just cut away all the empty parts (and often the underground parts) from the screenshot, then slap them on a background, which are from some templates/textures from the web (with some color & brightness/contrast/saturation adjustments). Not really much work on my part.

But the Stonesense visuals like trees, colors and what-not don't get touched.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 17, 2023, 04:52:05 am
(Just afraid it'll change to something simpler in the future, since it's something people constantly complain about.)
I hope they don't because that kind of stuff would ruin the game, if they complain then let them they can go play all the other easy games.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 17, 2023, 11:36:43 pm
So, no update today and tomorrow is unsure. I'm still trying to re-orient to the Suwu mood and re-read their latest adventures. Seems like my RP mood got a bit lost during the break and concentrating on modding stuff, but I'll eventually get it back!

I did however do some Waterlures related stuff: continuing a bit of a "timeskip" and used that time to go to Lonecanyons (the camp Edu founded halfway between Inkedwhims and Waterlures) and do some advfort building stuff. Figured that since it's been around several decades and some random dwarf lord has claimed it, it'd make sense that it's not just one small wood hovel anymore.

So, it there's no proper update tomorrow, maybe I'll just post some screenshots of what the place looks like now, if you folk want?

Also, I've been thinking that once Waterlures reaches 50 years (that's 4 ingame years from now), I'd like to build small "hamlets" in the near vicinity. This'd be done with adventure mode and founding camps next to the place. It's something I've actually wanted to try out in DF, but never stuck with the same game/world for long enough. Thoughts? (Of course, given the latest happenings in the world, we'll see what the situation in Waterlures is at that point...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 18, 2023, 02:40:56 am
I'd like to see pictures of the updated lonecanyons, and the sound of making little hamlets around waterlures sounds pretty cool I say go for it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 18, 2023, 06:34:45 pm
Ok, so no proper update, but here are the screenshots from Lonecanyons as promised:

Tetóthtobul - Lonecanyons

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Lonecanyons is located between Waterlures and Inkedwhims in the Ochre Hills, a temperate untamed shrubland, next to a deep ravine and waterfall where two streams join the river Touchy Guts.

It was founded by Edu in 331 as was the wish of Baroness Kasat when they journeyed towards Waterlures with a group of migrants from the capital.

Nine years later, in 340, a dwarf named Thob Praisedglazes settled in the hut. And nine years after that, in 349, Thob declared himself the Lord of Lonecanyons, ruling from the Ochre Hatchet over the land. He continues to be lord to this day, and lives there with his wife Kol Tombsnights, who he married in the year 351.

It is pleasing to know that he is a worshipper of Ôsed, the Rabbit in the Sky, and not one of the Prince's faithful.

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The ground level of the keep and fortifications.

Three gateways lead to the main courtyard from the north, east and south. A simple, small shrine dedicated to the Rabbit is on the eastern side of the dolomite paved courtyard.

A fourth, smaller gateway enters the keep grounds from the northwest with its own smaller courtyard. Between the two courtyards is the keep proper.

(https://i.imgur.com/WsRnzZ3.jpg)

A view of the area from the southeast.

...And to get a better picture, another one from the opposite direction:

(https://i.imgur.com/JvuCFA7.jpg)

There is still plenty of space for expansion. Perhaps one day a small hamlet will grow around Lonecanyons? Time will tell what happens to this place that has gone relatively unnoticed despite its strategic location...



=====

I think I'm getting into some kind of writing & playing mood for the Suwu sessions. Got already started with it and have some plans on how to go forward.

I might end up rushing this part (though I'll try to avoid it), since I don't want it to take too much time and I think it has to be done before returning to do actual Waterlures stuff. Hope it won't end up being a complete disappointment/disaster/flop.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 19, 2023, 12:37:02 am
wow. beautiful work on that canyon keep!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 19, 2023, 03:52:33 am
Beautiful work as always, is that blue stuff inside water or something else?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 19, 2023, 04:19:00 am
A site worthy of a baron.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 19, 2023, 10:06:25 am
Thanks!

Got to once again say that advfort is great when combining with adventurer camp building. The downside is that now I feel like I'd want to fill the whole world with small camps here and there just for flavor, haha.

Beautiful work as always, is that blue stuff inside water or something else?

Yeah, it's just water that has been spread around by the feet of various folk milling around.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 19, 2023, 07:11:55 pm
No update today either.

Wasn't really in the mood to play today, but got a bit of progress done. This might take some time...

Just hope I haven't lost the mood to play Suwu's chapter to some kind of close.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 19, 2023, 07:24:24 pm
Ah thats a shame, well no rush we can wait. Take time and find the inspiration and motivation you need.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 19, 2023, 08:12:46 pm
maybe a change of format to mix things up? shorter form or different perspectives or new gambits for the characters
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 19, 2023, 08:17:36 pm
Yeah, thats a good idea. Doesn't even have to be narrativly related. Could be a bunch of people just bumming around clueless to the narrative unfolding.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 19, 2023, 08:50:47 pm
Thanks for the support and ideas!

I'll probably end up doing more report-like updates with less role-playing. I have ideas of how to progress, but I guess I just wanted to do it the same way as the previous stuff with Suwu. But I'll just have to face the reality that I won't be able to pull that off again this soon, so something simpler will have to suffice.

Good thing though is that I'm not having a creative block, since new ideas and such spring into my mind all the time and I get other stuff done (also, the side venture with the prospectors went without issues of getting anything written). Just seems to be a block related to this particular group. Which is weird, since I'm quite fond of Suwu & co. Or perhaps that's the reason? Not being able to do what I'd like and they'd deserve.

Ah well, we'll see how I feel tomorrow. Might be that I'm in a completely different mood and things go without issues.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 20, 2023, 03:35:08 am
You know you don't have to do an update everyday you could try doing it every other day so you have more time to write the updates.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 20, 2023, 08:17:10 pm
Part V:
Tales of the Past

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13th of Hematite, 371

Suwu was in her room sitting at her table, the floor littered with scrolls and codices of all manner. A new day was just dawning, but Suwu had been awake for several hours, reading the last pages of the final book she had left to go through.

It was titled 'Fencereined After the End'.

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“...As had been the case many a time, and as was expected in this particular one, the ignorant fools of the Order of Harvesters had their blinders on so tightly that they refused to understand the inevitability of life's end and the futility of their actions. In a sense, one can but admire their stubborn naïvety and faith in the gods that time and again prove to care not about the fate of their faithful. Or, perhaps, their foolishness is one of the mysteries of Minbazkar I will never be able to unravel and comprehend?

No matter what the case, the Exalted Persuasion Utes Siltghoul's refusal of my offer and belittling of Stâsost's and Rakbin's thinly-veiled threats will not affect the outcome in the end: Lomoth will prevail and we, his harbingers, will inherit the land.

After the End, Fencereined too, will be free of the suffering and ailments mortal life offers. And all will come to accept it.”

(https://i.imgur.com/URwyusi.png)

Suwu finished reading and put the book on her table.

'That was the last one', she thought as she sighed, 'At least Githa didn't live long enough to see the End of All Life he so longed for: he merely lost his own. And the world is now a slightly better place thanks to Lòr'.

For the last two months or so, she and Cañar had been busy reading all the books they brought with them from Finderblunts and Fencereined. They had been very careful when reading the ones from the tower, checking each title many a time and pondering whether they might carry unholy knowledge within their pages.

Fortunately, none contained forbidden secrets, but neither had they anything within that would give them any inkling of how to destroy the slabs of great evil they possessed.

A new plan had to be made.



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“I said the books won't be of any help,” RIn said as the companions were sitting around the tables discussing about what they had learned so far and what should be their next course of action.

“We've been spending far too much time with those musty tomes,” the goblin continued, “Only to find out that our important mission has ground to a halt and the books have nothing of value to offer us.”

“I would not call it a waste of time,” the elephant man Cañar spoke, turning his focus to Rin, “We have learned much from the writing with Suwu. Much of the world at large and the thoughts of the scholarly lot.”

He paused for a moment, scratched his trunk, “But it seems to me that even all the combined knowledge the scholars have to offer, they too must be at loss how to rid the world of such artifacts of evil that we possess.”

“What about the elves?”, Ova joined in, trying to think of something that might be of help, “Surely they know more of these matters in the forest retreats. Múya Loré has faced its own share of death and destruction caused by the Prestigious Glazes. The Druid must have thought of something to keep the sorcerors at bay.”

“That's actually not a bad idea, Ova,” Suwu said with a hint of hope in her voice, “The heart of the elf lands is not far from here, and if what we heard about the tower of Islandfences is true, it is right at their borders, casting its shadow on the woods.”

“M-hm,” Ova replied. He liked the idea of heading west to the coast and the grand forest retreats of Múya Loré. If they decided to head there, he would get to see once more the lands where he grew up, “But I have my own selfish reasons to go there, too: I would very much like to see the forests of my birth one more time before I am too old.”

“Well,” Rin began, “It is not a bad idea. We'd get to stretch our legs, see new lands, and if the elves prove to be of no help, we can go and wipe that Islandfences and sorceror Kadol from the face of Minbazkar.”



(https://i.imgur.com/RdC8hXG.gif)

Thus it was decided that they would head to the west and north.

Looking at their map, the closest forest retreat marked on it was Ramubìlalo, 'Noblepine'. It would be their first stop.



(https://i.imgur.com/DUdbPHS.png)

Once again the companions -- now called the White Fountains -- found themselves heading off for a new adventure, a new chapter in their quest to rid the world of Evil and Darkness.

Through the Dipped Hills their journey took them.

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The many grasses growing in the savannas were all dry due to the warmth of the summer sun. While it was not hot, the climate was much warmer here than in Waterlures, and the companions were not used to it. At points the warm air felt almost oppressive, but fortunately those moments did not last long, for a cool, soothing breeze eventually blew from the west.

(https://i.imgur.com/5fC7zek.png)
(https://i.imgur.com/rdikvAW.gif)

But the lands of the elves said to be full of lush forests were not immune to the defiling powers of the evil sorcerors.

As the companions were turning to head north towards Noblepine, they saw a depressing sight in the west: the grass and trees there were dead, the ground barren, and no sign or sound of life was in that direction.

“It is sad to see Ôsed's orchards in such a state,” Ova sighed at the sight, “I hope time will heal the land once the Darkness has been lifted.”

(https://i.imgur.com/A58OTPb.png)

Not far from the dead, cursed forest, they saw what appeared to be Noblepine in the horizon. And it looked as if several camps were set up at the outskirts.

The White Fountains decided to investigate, but they remained cautious, for it could very well be possible that these were camps of the foul ones laying waste to these once beautiful lands.

They approached with caution.



(https://i.imgur.com/ahu28LK.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/HUkGAXO.png)

The camps were not ones of the enemy. However, the companions encountered in them many a elf and other creature who had fled Noblepine when the Cobalt Empire had attacked it.

But that was several decades ago. Surely by this time things would have calmed down?



(https://i.imgur.com/hslPApG.gif)

It was not only refugees they found in the camps: there were prisoners, too. And the companions four freed them.

The elf mechanic Iferi wished to get to Factionwasps where his daughter Covema lived. Or, if that wasn't possible, to Controlledseal, his old home.

But the human lasher Lat, human bowman Mima and goblin axeman Mumot had no family to speak of and would be satisfied wherever the companions would lead them.

However, they were not so keen to join and do battle against the evil of the sorcerors when Suwu asked about it.



(https://i.imgur.com/GNhGbug.gif)

But the magnificent and magical tree houses of Noblepine were empty and devoid of any inhabitants.

So the companions decided to continue to the west, towards the forest retreats of Blossomtrusted and Sportpack.



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Their journey continued through the Dipped Hills, across dry grass fields and under the canopies of blossoming paradise nut trees.

The weather, however, was not fair any longer. No, quite the opposite: the sky was a dreary gray, rain fell in torrents muddying the soil, and muffled rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance.



(https://i.imgur.com/b3IE2Si.gif)

As they were nearing the outskirts of Blossomtrusted, night fell and darkness wrapped around them.

They made camp and would continue their journey in the morning.



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14th of Hematite, 371

Blossomtrusted was far from blossoming. No, it was a rather depressing sight: the grass and undergrowth had withered and died. With every footstep they crunched under the paw as the companions and the rescued prisoners walked through the orchards. Surprisingly, the trees were still alive, although it appeared as if the foulness poisoning these lands was seeping into them.

Under the shade of a treehouse shaped into the branches of a rubber tree, amidst an orchard of date palms, stood a skinny goblin. She was clad in leathers and furs, with neatly combed short plum-colored hair and slightly protruding red eyes.

“Please, travelers! I need your help,” the goblin approached the group with a desperate look in her eyes.



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The goblin introduced herself as Zefon Sabreshield, a poet, and she, too, was need of rescuing.

It seemed that the lands of Múya Loré had faced many a trouble and now lay in ruins, survivors looking for a way to get to safety.

Obscureglades, the forest retreat west of Blossomtrusted, was empty with no signs of life. It was something that Suwu and the rest were very much getting used to. And it was depressing.

Next, they headed to Styledlathered, which was only a short walk north. These forests were tightly packed with elf homes of old.



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Finally, in Styledlathered, they were met by elves who were going about their business on the platforms shaped into the branches of a flowering lime tree.

“Welcome to Styledlathered, travelers,” the elf who introduced himself as Elana said, “Come, join us here in the shelter provided by the leaves of the Grizzly Musics, and rest your weary feet and share tales from the world with us.”



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Suwu climbed up into the tree to talk with the elves, but the rest of her group remained below. She introduced herself and told where she came from, despite the possibility that it might be unwise to mention Waterlures in these lands. However, the elves of Múya Loré had been long-time trading partners of the Amazing Bath-Swine and Suwu trusted them.

“Ah, Waterlures, eh?”, the elf said, “I have heard tales told of the place. A hamlet of capybara folk in the old lands of our kin from Ula Tefe. Far from the reaches of this eternal plague of the Night that has laid waste to our beautiful lands and beyond.”

“What can you tell of this plague?”, Suwu began, “We passed through several abandoned forest settlements of your kind, some of them merely empty, but some... Some had all life sucked away from the greenery and in place of lush vegetations were but withered husks of grass and such. And by the looks of it, the grass of your home has met the same fate.”

“Several abandoned?”, Elana raised her brow, looking surprised, “No, that is not the case. Not the ones nearby, at least. Only Obscureglades to the south and our neighboring retreats to the west have fallen... And that was a long, long time ago.”

“Yes, Obscureglades fell nearly half a century ago,” another elf, who had introduced herself as Sareve, joined in, “But the Night did not fall upon it, no. It was the humans from the Coalition of Clenching who descended upon it, coming all the way from Snarlsoapy in the southern coast, I believe.”

“The Coalition of Clenching?”, Suwu asked, “I have heard of no such kingdom in my travels.”

“Ah, it is not a kingdom, capybara woman. It is a faction from the Relieved Realms. But they did not operate on behalf of the law-giver, I believe. No, they were working on their own,” Sareve continued.

“Yes, that is precisely how it is,” Elana offered his assurance, “But I do think that even they have now left Obscureglades. It is entirely possible that the curse poisoning the very lifesoil of these lands made it impossible to grow any kind of harvest there, and thus, even the humans decided eventually to leave it. Here, we are fortunate that things have not turned so dire, though it takes all our might to keep the curse from tainting our home any further. I know not how long we may keep it up.”

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“Can you tell me more of this curse?”, Suwu asked the elves.

“Why yes, certainly, but it is a grim, dark tale. One of suffering. Of pain. Of death. And... Of undeath,” Elana said, his expression turning sad and melancholic.

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“Many from the younger kingdoms of the mortal races suppose that the Darkness descended upon the lands when the dwarf Kadol made unholy pacts with malevolent entities -- gods of the darker kind, as the mortals believe -- and learned secrets not meant for mortals to know,” the elf began recounting the story of the past.

“No, it did not begin with Kadol. It began long before. But it did begin with the folk of the mountain and stone: with the ancient, accursed kingdom of the Mighty Ship.”

“Once, we of Múya Loré regarded the stout bearded ones as our allies, even our friends. But that changed when our people learned of their cruelty against the life Icemì had breathed into this land. Our diplomats, the Voices of the Forest, and our Druids, they pleaded the dwarves to end their abbhorrent practices, their cruelty, but to no avail. And alas, it forced us to take arms and stand in defense of our friends of the wilds: the animals,” Elana paused, looking at Suwu intently, as if expecting her to understand that she, too, was one of the beasts he spoke of.

“So the Dented Conflict was waged against the Mighty Ship, yet the Singed Battles left the forces of our Princess in shambles. A third of our kin who waged war was butchered by the dwarves and our Druid had no option but to plead for peace. And peace we had. And with peace, a promise that the dwarves would respect life and do no unnecessary harm no more.”

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“Yet, one should never trust the word of a dwarf. And several decades later, our leadership came to learn this unfortunate truth. For the dwarves of the Mighty Ship never had any intention to keep their word: they continued their cruelty and barbarity against animal and plant. But they kept it secret, hidden from us. They knew that what they were doing was wrong, but their cruel hearts cared not for righteousness nor good.”

“All they cared for was themselves, their dark, hollow halls cut deep into the very rock of the world, and the shining gems the stone bore. Icemì's trees were but fuel for their forges billowing black smoke, the animals merely but flesh to be consumed so that their miners would stay strong and dig ever the deeper, appeasing the dwarves' endless greed for precious metal and glistening jewel.”

“And so a terrible war began: Vesifa Moÿira, the Conflict of Combating. A war for Truth and Honesty. The first of the wars to preserve Life. And it is what led to the fall of the Mighty Ship. We had no other option but war and conquest to stop their heartless actions, alas. And conquer we did: Birdsink, Posttomb, Charcoalwheel and all the rest of their hillocks. And their grand fortress of Fencereined fell, too.”

“We have heard of the Mighty Ship,” Suwu said as the elf paused, “And we have heard of the fall of Fencereined.”

“Ah, my apologies if my stories are something you already know,” Elana replied.

“Please, do go on,” Suwu answered, ”For I would very much like to know more. We know not but very little of the history of these lands. And it would help us...” Suwu paused. She was about to mention their quest, but perhaps she was being too trusting? “It would help us understand better, and act in such a manner that we may be of assistance -- if help is needed.”

And so the elf continued recounting the tales of the past.

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“It is against this backdrop that we have to view the rise of Kadol the Great Sorceror. His origins are not commonly known, but here in Múya Loré, where his wickedness and defiling ways have been felt since the very beginning, we have learned much of his past.”

“It is said that Kadol came not from a great family of noble blood as some would believe. No, he was raised in a humble peasant family, and served as a cook in the hillocks of Charcoalwheel for many a year. Until he rose to the position of a baron of the Mighty Ship -- for what reason, that we know not.”

“He was one who had a deep-rooted fear of the inevitable conclusion of mortal life: death. And it is something that obsessed and consumed him, leading him to search for ways to extend his existence by any means. And it was during the Dented Conflict -- we have learned -- when he made an unholy pact with the entity known as Dushig: a ghastly deity from the myths of the dwarves. One who has been mostly forgotten now centuries later.”

“But Dushig's might is still felt in this world, for she granted Kadol his greatest wish: the secrets of life and death. And with the terrible power he now held, he did no good. He did not use it to better the world. No, on the contrary, he used the forbidden magicks he now wielded to do great harm against all Life, all creation of Icemì Apedives. He had one goal: to destroy and put an end to the living and replace it with the stasis of Death and Nothingness.”

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“And as his unholy stronghold he erected the tower of Islandfences in the name of Dushig and the End of Life. Since then, these lands have been cursed, ravaged by the foul plague gnawing on the very lifeforce of Icemì. Slowly it has spread like an invasive fungal growth draining the will to live from trees. And even centuries later, it still lingers, causing needless pain and suffering.”

“That is what you have seen in these lands. The barren lands and tortured, withered grass is what Kadol has wrought upon us. His vile creations and plague thralls putting the living to the sword, only to be raised as mockeries of their once beautiful selves: as foul undead with no soul nor will of their own.”

The elf paused once again, a sad and slightly distraught look on his face.

“It is what we hope to put an end to,” Suwu opened her mouth after a moment, “We would want to help stop this Darkness once and for all.”

“Hah! I admire your ambition, capybara woman,” the elf smiled, “But if the forces of Kadol could be defeated and this unlife ravaging the lands put to rest, it would have been done a long time ago. No, even our greatest heroes have failed in doing such. We are at the point where we have to admit the truth: we are fighting a losing battle. Every 'victory' we gain is but post-poning the inevitable...”

“And what would that be?”, Suwu asked, feeling slightly offended at the dismissal of her offer to help.

“Death. The End of Life.”



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Ok, so I got some kind of update then. Turned into a rather long lore dump with not so much actual "progress" in the game.

I think I have several new ideas now how to head with this part of the story. Don't know how things'll pan out in the end, but yeah, now feeling like I got some new drive to get this adventure concluded.

We'll see how tomorrow goes, but today at least was a better day for writing. If it's good again, I'll try to get a report up, if not, well, I'll then work on mod stuff or something.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 21, 2023, 04:07:45 am
Sounds like exciting things are in store for the future of our group of brave adventures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 21, 2023, 10:52:25 am
Yeah, we'll see what adventures our heroes get into. Though, probably the first thing to do is get the rescued prisoners somewhere safe (note: one of them actually seems to have disappeared somewhere during fast travel).

I was a bit surprised to find a forest retreat that actually had elves in it. Every place in the north seem to have been more or less destroyed or abandoned, so it's nice to see some places where things are still as they should be.

(Also, I keep forgetting that Ova is missing a leg and needs a crutch for walking.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 21, 2023, 08:10:38 pm
No update today.

I got a fair amount of stuff written down, but I didn't get any significant progress with the adventure, so I'd rather wait that I have something else to show than just "they went there, they said this and that, and then they went over there yonder and set camp". (Edit. Though, now that I think of it, most of the contents of my updates tend to be that...)

Since this chapter will take some time before I get to a point where returning to play Waterlures proper will happen, would someone want to do a short adventurer run again after I get the Suwu stuff finished (or to a somewhat satisfying point)? I don't want to do a super long turn this time, so as to avoid being drained too much by it. :)

It doesn't have to be anything grand, and in fact, some down-to-earth kind of thing, like say, someone heading off to build a house or inn next to a road or in the wilds would be very nice (so, just setting up a camp somewhere with nothing special going on).

After that the plan would be to finally check out how our capies back at the Lakes of Saturninity are doing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 22, 2023, 09:05:04 pm
Part VI:
The Monastery of Tangledwisps

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14th of Hematite, 371

The sun was blazing directly from above as the group of adventurers and their new companions walked southwards. The white sand road going through an orchard of pomelo and carambola trees was warm. It reflected the rays of the sun, making the heat at points almost unbearable to folk from cooler climates.

Elana's tale of Kadôl and his origins gave some new insight, but it was hardly anything that the heroes could put to good use in their quest for peace and the end of the evil plaguing the land.



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Unlike the rest of the forest retreats the companions had visited during their travels, Styledlathered was bustling with life and, if one did not pay attention to the dead grass here and there, one could almost imagine there were no twisted towers casting their shadows on the living.

In one of the majestic giant trees of Styledlathered, the companions spotted something curiously familiar: elven merchants and their pack animals.

Ova swore he had seen them before, and so the companions took a closer look.

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And indeed, these merchants had been to Waterlures. They still had with them some of the items they had traded for in the south. Clothes made my Edu, Såkzul and Zon. Carved bone crafts made by 'Zultan'.

It was pleasing to see something familiar in these distant lands, but at the same time it made the companions yearn to be back at the comfort of Waterlures.



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Not only elves lived in the forest retreat. A handful of humans were seen going on about their business up in the trees, dressed and acting like elves.

They also met a woman named Tikbo, a prophet.

“And when She saweth Her devout forsake the Path and turn to false Longevity, the Permanency of Quests sayeth, 'Heed my words and warning, Young Ones, for thou hast renounced Me, and in turn, I shall renounce thee, and rain ruin upon Dreamsboarded and cast the unrepentant apostates into the Fires of Akkar,'” the prophet had preached to Suwu and her companions.

They had no clue what she meant with it and how it mattered their quest.

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But the prophet did offer them words more easily comprehended, when she spoke of a group of bandits causing much turmoil and misery all around the west coast. It is something they had heard from many others who they had talked with at the forest retreat.

It seemed like something worthy of an investigation.

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Looking at their map they were pleased that the monastery, where the bandits supposedly were holed up, was not far to the south. Perhaps only a half day or so of traveling?

And there appeared to be many a hamlet along the way. They would take the rescued prisoners to one of them first. Assuming the hamlets were safe places, of course.

And that was not something that was certain in these lands.



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They headed west and south towards the coast, passing through several forlorn forest retreats. The contrast was sharp when compared to vibrant Styledlathered, and that was something disheartening.

When they reached the coast and saw the deep blue and green of the Gulf of Liberation, the sun was already low in the western sky.

Night was just around the corner.



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The sight of large crashing waves and the soothing sound of the ocean was something new to Suwu. She had seen the sea several times during these travels, but never had she seen such towering waves as here.

It was a rather enjoyable sight.

But at the same time it was intimidating: the sea seemed to be vast and endless.

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They made camp up a slope from the beach, next to the trunk of a thorny acacia.

“...And the dwarf saw the sun and vomited on the very spot!”, Mumot the goblin axeman finished his joke.

Suwu laughed heartily, “Ha ha! That was a good one and so very true. But I must say, it is no wonder they dislike the shine of Ôsed's Light in the sky. For they spend so much time within their halls cut into the mountain and the dark within, that one for certain forgets the Light. Why, spending even a few hours in the darkness of a cave is enough for the eye to not take kindly to anything brighter than the flickering of a candle's flame.”

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As Ova and Rin cooked some fresh boar meat Suwu had hunted, the capybara woman turned to address Zefon, the goblin poet they had rescued.

“You mentioned having a daughter in Horrorclinches,” Suwu said to her, “I presume that's a goblin pits somewhere, no?”

“Why, yes,” Zefon answered, a bit surprised at the sudden question, “It is there. You see, I may be from the Bent Spears, but I am also a goblin. And despite the... peculiarities of many of my kind and their ways -- which I very much disapprove of -- my daughter is very fond of our kin. Certainly that is not wrong?”

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“No. No it isn't,” Rin joined in, looking up from the fire. 'This one isn't telling the whole truth. I wonder what she is keeping hidden from us,' he thought as he eyed the goblin closely. “I too have lived among our kind and I would hardly call their ways only 'peculiar'. That is a very mild statement. No, what our kin does is utterly horrifying and abbhorrent. Despicable. Cruel. Evil.

“Yes, it is terrifying,” Suwu said, nodding her head slightly.

“Perhaps you are right,” Zefon replied and averted his gaze from Suwu and Rin, “But still, I would like to see my daughter... It has been a long, long time since I saw her.”

“Whatever the case,” Suwu stood up and stretched her arms, “We can not currently veer too far off our path and head all the way to the pits. No, we can only take you to somewhere closer by. Perhaps one of the hamlets on the coast? Provided they are safe, of course. From there, you may seek other ways of passage to the far, far east.”

“But enough of this seriousness,” she continued before the others could say anything, “It is time to make merry for the moment, and I have not sung songs for some time. How about 'Amethysts'?”

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And once again the companions sang a familiar tune.

Yet, despite the many times they had sung it together, Suwu sang sloppily and Rin made a mockery of the uzo with his shameworthy performance.



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15th of Hematite, 371

As the sun rose from the east, the sky was clear and the journey along the coast continued.

Well-rested and stomachs full of boar, the companions were in high spirits this day. A night of song and dance had done them good after the sadness brought by the sight of barren lands with husks of trees that were mere twisted shadows of their former selves.

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Along the beach of smooth shale pebbles and stones the companions made their way, passing pieces of driftwood that littered the whole of the area here and there.

Cañar and Rin took off once in a while to hunt crabs, which they apparently found to be beings of the most foul kind.

And now their packs were full of crab meat, too. They would not run out of food any time soon.

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They did not have to travel long before they saw signs of civilization in the south.

Looking at their map, it was the hamlet of Lemnashra, 'Cookedattacks', and the several monasteries surrounding it.



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They headed first to the nearest monastery, which was named Autumnmopped according to their map.

There they saw an open-walled temple, its supporting corners made of white dolomite and carved with intricate engravings, its floor made of smooth blocks of dark gray stone. The engravings revealed that it was a temple of the Denomination of Harvesters.

But to the surprise of Suwu and the rest of the White Fountains, this was not the Denomination of Harvesters, nor the Order of Harvesters, that worshipped Zoku the Permanency of Quests, the human goddess of longevity and youth.

No, this was another sect with the same name, but they worshipped a different god: Tequil, the god of lightning and thunder. So much was evident from the bandfire opal and hematite statues carved in the image of the tall, stalwart god. Intimidating, awe-inspiring.

The religions of the humans were very complicated and our heroes had very little understanding of them, indeed.



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The monastery had little else to offer.

Only a handful books were found in the temple, and without much thought Suwu took them. “Might just as well take these and take them to safety. I am sure it is something Tekkud would have wanted us to do,” she had explained her actions to the others.

For a moment they thought the monastery was still in use when they met a small group of humans in a building, which appeared to be some kind of dormitory. But when asked about the daily life and going-ons of the religious community, they had laughed and said that there was nothing organized here. They were just mere peasants traveling and had taken shelter in the abandoned monastery.

So the companions made their way to the hamlet of Cookedattacks, hoping it might be a safe place for the rescued prisoners.



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They came to the center of the hamlet where was a well and two humans lifting water from it to fill their buckets. Further they saw a dwarf and beyond the houses was a group of four or so humans, who by the looks of it were monks.

Suwu approached one of the humans who had round, brass-colored eyes. He wore robes made from the skin of an alligator or crocodile, and a turban was wrapped tightly around his heads, revealing a few locks of hair, which once had been brown but had now turned almost entirely gray.

“Greetings human,” she said as she raised her hand, “I am Suwu Cleanmusics and these are my companions. We are new to these lands and would very much be pleased to know more of your home.”

“Ah, well, I can spare a moment or two,” the human replied as he put down the bucket he had just filled, “I am Em, Em Froglobster and this place is known as Cookedattacks. There is not much for me tell, for we are a peaceful hamlet with not much happening here. Along with a score of other hamlets, our farmers and peddlers head to Beardbank north of here to do trade. That is all we deal with the larger world. And I very much prefer it that way.”

“I am sorry, but I must head home now...”, Em said as he lifted his bucket. As he turned to leave he continued, “However, if you want to know more, perhaps you should find the lady of the Fortuitous League. Ask around for Ngokang Kniferuthless, if you have trouble finding her.”



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After asking around for where to find lady Ngokang, they were pointed out to a keep that lay in the northeastern portion of the hamlet.

When they arrived and entered, they were quite surprised with the amount of folk inside: there were humans, elves, goblins and dwarves, and most of them seemed to be priestly types or some other holy figures.

It was surprisingly easy to recognize who was the lady. Suwu walked over to her, bowed her head slightly and made introductions.

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“I am the current lady of the Fortuitous League, the governing body of Cookedattacks,” lady Ngokang explained to Suwu, “And we are a part of the Relieved Realms, our glorious kingdom ruled by our benevolent law-giver, his majesty Pusap Crownshowed of the line of Em Scoldstop.”

The goblin waved her hand in a broad arc and continued, “And this is the Dance of Animals, my mead hall and keep. This is the heart of our humble hamlet built over two centuries ago when Onaf Matchcrowed was lady.”

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“We have been blessed by the gods, for Cookedattacks has avoided the bloodshed and horror wrought upon the world by the evil-doers making home at our very doorstep,” Ngokang told Suwu when she had asked how this hamlet fared against the vile sorcerors, “We have stood proudly as a safe haven for those who seek solace and want to leave behind the anguish of war. For those who seek to dedicate their lives on more important matters, such as worship of the gods.”

“Unfortunately we have had our differences with the elves of Múya Loré to the north,” she continued, her expression turning more stern, “And these differences led to bloodshed several decades ago when we were forced to wage war upon the Scholarly Howl of Bearbank. For you see, it came to our attention that the elves had taken a liking to the flesh of human, dwarf and goblin -- some even ate their very own kin!”

“It is terrifying,” Suwu said, “We have heard such tales of the elves... Though, we haven't witnessed such barbarity.”

“Ah, but they do not proclaim it openly, capybara woman. Regardless, our's was a doomed campaign and the elves proved to be far stronger than us, repelling our efforts to bring justice time and again,” Ngokang went on and sighed, “We never made peace, but an uneasy truce has been in effect... Though, later things escalated with the Constructive Mirth -- another elven group from the north -- and we are currently at war with them, alas. But this far we have managed to prevent bloodshed, and I intend to keep it that way.”

The goblin then cleared her throat, and straightened the hem of her dress before continuing, “You will have to excuse me now, for I have important matters to tend to. There is to be a synod of sacred sheens and sacred lenses, and there is very much I have to talk with them... But feel free to talk to my husband Asno, if you wish to learn more.”



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They learned little more from the lord consort and eventually left the keep, heading back to the center of the village.

There they had a brief discussion with the rescued prisoners and it was decided that they would have to stay here, or find other ways to go wherever they needed to go. The companions explained that their's was a dangerous quest, and could not guarantee the safety of their new allies.

But the White Fountains said that once their task in Tangledwisps was completed, they would return and check on Lat, Mumot, Mina and Zefon.



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They made their way once again through the Dipped Hills, heading south.

The day continued to be hot, the sun blazing on them as they traversed through the seemingly endless fields of high grass, the shade of the canopies of acacias and various citrus trees giving some ease from the heat.

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It was not a long journey they made, stopping at the hamlet of Fragrantrain on the way, before they saw buildings in the horizon.

If they read their map correctly and the directions they had received were true, the monastery Tangledwisps lay before them.

And there, possibly, were bandits that needed to be taken care of.



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The first three buildings -- a dining hall, temple and possibly a study -- they searched were empty. They expected that to be case with the last one, and that they came all the way here for nothing.

However, when they approached the final building made of well-cut dolomite, sounds were heard from inside.

They approached cautiously.

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They were surprised when they opened the door of the building and entered the apparent dormitory.

Where they expected to find a group of scoundrels and other miscreants clad in rags with looted jewelry adorning them, they instead saw a group of well-dressed humans draped in robes of fine cloth and leather.

And among the humans was a dwarf: he had a very long beard and hair, both arranged in double braids. His burnt umber hair had streaks of gray shining like silver, his emerald eyes had very large irises and his skin was of a pink hue -- something not common among dwarves.

He wore a toga of cotton, which added oddly to the imposing and grand aura emanating from him.

Suwu approached them, sword sheathed, interrupting the discussion the frail woman next to the door was having with a chubby human.



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“I am Strohe Fluketugged, chieftess of the Umbral Scars, and this is Tangledwisps,” the lady introduced herself to Suwu after being greeted, “We have been looking over this place ever since the passing of Legu Rooterconflict, who constructed this monastery for the Silvery Cult as a place to meditate upon Us the Brass Charcoal. Without us, this place would be now but decrepit ruins and a withered husk of its former self.”

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“Troubles? What nonsense do you speak of?”, Strohe looked insulted after Suwu told her firmly, but politely, that they had heard the Umbral Scars causing problems for the elves, “But, I can see that now... Why the tree-dwellers of Múya Loré would say such things... It is true, we are not in good terms with them, no. There is ill-will between us. Silly disputes of how we supposedly 'abuse plants', hah! As if one could abuse a plant or cause one pain! But to call us bandits? Outrageous! Such insulting claims! It infuriates me to even think of such accusations!”

“I-I am sorry...”, Suwu stammered, shifting her gaze to the dirt floor, “I meant not to insult you...”

“Worry not of such,” the chieftess continued, “For I am unlike the noble who would have your head for such words. I very much understand you have been led astray, deceived. The trickery of elves runs deep. It is part of their very essence. To be an elf is to lie. To sow discord between those who would otherwise be allies.”

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They then went on talking about how the place did no trade with the outer world and was very much insulated from it. Soon the discussion shifted to troubles and hardships, which faced the land.

“But such troubles are something we can deal with on our very own,” Strohe concluded and paused. She rubbed her chin, clearly thinking, before continuing, “Though, there is one matter I, nor my underlings, have time to attend to...”

“What would that be, my lady?”, Suwu asked, more of courtesy than of genuine interest.

“My family... We have lost a precious heirloom of our's,” the human replied with a weary voice, “Honorthinned it is called. A spear forged of the finest copper by dwarf hands from the Bent Spears centuries ago. It was made heirloom by my ancestor Masami Meetingshell after it was... given to him in Doomedpatterns.”

Once again she paused, rubbed her chin, and then continued, “Masami was the husband of Legu, the founder of Tangledwisps, and so he has a very special part not only in my history, but the history of the Silvery Cult. In any case, I will spare you the details of his significance, but when he passed away, Honorthinned went missing.”

“For long has my family sought its return, but its whereabouts remained hidden,” she went on, “Until I recently heard of a certain elf carrying a special and quite unique spear. A copper spear of the highest quality, adorned with distinctive rings of wild boar hoof. It can only be Honorthinned. And this elf, I have learned, is one named ÿalùmi Apexstyle. And she resides in the Forest of Helping, in the retreat of Sportpack.”

“Sportpack?”, Suwu raised her brow, “I believe we have seen that place... But if our travels take us there once more, I will see to it that your heirloom is brought back to its rightful owner.”



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Finally, Suwu approached the dwarf, and as she did that, she instinctively kept her eyes lowered. There was something odd about the dwarf and the aura he emanated -- not in a bad manner, but in a weirdly soothing yet imposing way.

“Why do you look at the ground, capybara woman?”, the dwarf asked Suwu with a slight smile that could be seen from under his long moustache, “Is there perhaps too much dirt on the floor of dirt? Or perhaps a pebble or two too many?”

“W-Wha-- N-No...?”, Suwu raised her eyes to meet the penetrating gaze of the bearded one, and immediately lowered them again, “I... I just...”

“Oh, worry not!”, the dwarf chuckled, “I merely jest, for I am in a particularly cheerful mood today. I didn't quite get your name as you spoke with lady Strohe. What was it again?”

“I am Suwu. Suwu Cleanmusics the Confusing Smokes,” Suwu said and waved her hand towards the rest of her group, “And these are my companions, the White Fountains.”

“The White Fountains? I have heard not of such a group before,” the dwarf said, puckering his lips slightly, “You may call me Raqui Judgekneaded, and Zoku the Permanency of Quests is displeased.”

“Huh? Zoku? The human goddess?”, Suwu asked ever the more confused by the dwarf.

“Yes, that one,” Raqui chuckled again, “But pay no heed to my silly words, I am no disciple of her's. I am at one with Us the Brass Charcoal, the goddess of jewels. And that is what brought me to Tangledwisps in the first place. To this monastey and its temple dedicated to her and her's alone.”

“So, you are part of the Silvery Cult then?”, Suwu continued her questions, “Like lady Strohe and the rest here? You are with them?”

“With them?”, the dwarf replied pointing at the humans, slightly taken aback by Suwu's words, “No. I am certainly not with them. Pshsh! A bunch of outlaws taken residence in a monastery of old they are. They most definitely are no faithful ones nor members of the sect!”

Rin, who was following the discussion from a distance, noticed several of the humans glance agitatedly at the dwarf. There was some uneasy shifting among their ranks.

“No, I may be on terms with them, but I take no part in their ways,” Raqui continued, casting an angry stare at the humans, “I came here on a series of pilgrimages from Fragrantworth, a hamlet to the east of here. It is nearly a century since I arrived and I have seen and know much of the history of this place and these lands.”

“Did you become a monk here?”, Suwu kept on asking, this dwarf piquing her curiosity.

“Close,” the dwarf replied, “But not quite. I became a prophet, following the word of Us closely and listened. Observed. Waited. In the end, it was not quite my vocation. The life of a prophet, that is.”

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“No. I was no prophet,” Raqui said, the smile slowly fading from his face, “But it made me understand who I truly am, what my destiny is and where it lies. Written long before I was born.”

“And what would such a thing be? If I may ask,” Suwu's questions kept coming. She had never felt like this around a dwarf. It was a strange feeling... Yet pleasing.

“I am king,” Raqui straightened himself, his imposing presence emanating ever the stronger, “King Raqui Judgekneaded, eighth son of Sedme Washtowers and Ibid Claspcyclones, and I am the rightful ruler of Ekurzuglar, the Mighty Ship.”

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Quite a long one and not much happening. Tried to get something else than just discussions, walking and loredumps, but nope, nothing happened. Seems like this part of the war-torn lands is relatively calm and safe.

Hope it wasn't too much of a drag and tedious to read...

I was a bit surprised to see crafts from Waterlures at the forest retreat. Never seen anything quite like it, and I was under the impression that merchants don't take them to their home... But apparently that's not the case then? At least not when the crafts are made by characters created with Adventure mode.

Also, I chose to head to the monastery because I had read from Legends that the king is a prophet or something over there. I didn't actually think he'd be around when I get there (often when I've expected someone to be somewhere due to Legends, they haven't been there)... So, now there's even more options on the table for the future of this world. (As a note: it's been for some time now possible to choose the Mighty Ship in Fort mode, but not Adventure. Don't think that was possible in the beginning.)

I'm a bit conflicted currently what to do with the bandit group in Tangledwisps: should Suwu and company take care of them? Or should we leave them be?

Other than that, I have some plans for the continuation of this part. Not sure if I'll play tomorrow or do some modding stuff, but I'd imagine that within a few days or so the next update will be posted (and if I won't make it, I'll notify about it).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 23, 2023, 06:09:47 am
I don't mind walking and lore dumps.


Also deal with the bandits whoever you feel fits the narrative.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 24, 2023, 01:49:55 pm
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The sight of large crashing waves and the soothing sound of the ocean was something new to Suwu. She had seen the sea several times during these travels, but never had she seen such towering waves as here.

It was a rather enjoyable sight.

But at the same time it was intimidating: the sea seemed to be vast and endless.

u know I always wondered how dwarves, being a generally subterranean species, might look upon the sea and what emotions they might feel. larger than any cavern lake, full of salt and monsters.. i must admit I never imagined what a sentient capybara person might feel!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 24, 2023, 04:40:07 pm
i must admit I never imagined what a sentient capybara person might feel!

Haha, well, now we know! :)

Had a break yesterday and did some mod stuff. Today I got some game time in, but haven't really been in the proper mood and didn't get anything written yet (took screenshots though!), so probably will see if tomorrow is a better day.

But anyways, once I get the next update up, I'll try to get the game to a point where I can pass the save for another Adventure mode run, if someone wants. Sort of feeling like my turn is this time not getting me into the proper mindset and I'd rather not try and force it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 25, 2023, 11:59:44 pm
Part VII:
Stagnant Waters

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16th of Hematite, 371

The day had turned already to the next when the companions sat huddled next to a campfire late in the night.

The sky was clear and one could see the stars shining brightly from between the branches and leaves of the kumquat and orange trees. A cool breeze blew from the west, rustling in the grass, mixing with the rumbling of the ocean's waves in a relaxing manner.

The companions were some ways off west of Tangledwisps, camped just next to a beach of stone and pebble.

Things had not gone exactly as planned in the monastery.

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“She called me a murderer,” Suwu broke the silence. They had been sitting there for a while now, all sullen and morose, each staring blankly at the mesmerizing dance of the campfire's flames. It was only now that Suwu realised that her hands were shaking. She had held it all together this long, but now she could feel her body begin to understand what had happened and react to it.

“It was uncalled for,” Ova tried to soothe Suwu. He had noticed the trembling of the capybara woman's paws. He continued, “And all that spitting. You didn't deserve it.”

“Didn't I?”, Suwu turned to look at Ova, “For the sake of the gods, I could've stayed my hand. I could've just held Kisnast down.”

“She attacked you Suwu,” Cañar joined in, “She was part of the Umbral Scars. A bandit and Strohe's henchman.”

“Yes, that she did. It was her own doing,” the mandrill man continued to try and assure Suwu that what she did was right. Ova did not fully understand why Suwu was so disturbed by her killing of Kisnast -- he, himself, felt that it was grimly satisfying that the bandit was now dead.

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“And, Suwu, do not forget that you did try to get the bandits first to lay their arms,” Cañar said, walking over to Suwu and sitting down next to her, “Were it not for the provocative, but justified, words of the king, we might have been able to deal with them in some other manner.”

He put his hand on Suwu's cheek, then lifted her chin so that he could look her straight in the eyes, “But there is no use in pondering the 'whats' and 'ifs' in this case. No, life is fleeting, and they had their end coming. A just and deserved end is what those scoundrels got.”

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“Yes, even Strohe's story of that heirloom spear was untrue,” Ova added to Cañar's assurances, “If you don't remember, before things escalated, Urwa mentioned that the spear was actually her family's.”

“I-I don't know...”, Suwu looked at the two. She was glad that her friends were there for her in that moment, comforting her. Yet, she felt that things had gone a bit too far again. This was not the first time she had acted rashly. She still remembered Finderblunts and how she had put down one of the abominations when it was not necessary. It made her afraid. Afraid of herself, what she could do.

“I almost feel like I should find that spear,” she continued, “But it would not ease the pain of Urwa for loosing a friend... And I do not believe she would be grateful to get her heirloom brought back by someone she sees as a murderer.”

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“Well, now listen, my friend,” Rin spoke up. He had been watching and listening to the discussion from the side, and felt like he should intervene, “It was a most gruesome affair at the monastery, yes.”

He paused for a second to gather his thoughts, before continuing as the others turned to look at him, “But did the dwarf prophet-king mind? No. He didn't. It was he who practically caused the whole ruckus. He peppered the bandits with his cleverly chosen insults all the time when you spoke with him. Making sure they heard it. Of that, I'm certain.”

“Rin speaks true,” Cañar nodded in agreement, “And do not forget he told us where the bandits sent their patrols, their numbers. He wanted us to rid these lands of them. And do not forget either the look in his eyes when you told of how we rid the ancient holds of his kin of the foul beasts of the depths. The look of hope. A look of a future worth living for.”

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Suwu looked at her companions. She felt her burden become lighter with their calming words. She was glad she had friends like these. Her thoughts drifted to the words of the king.

“I can not express with words how this news delights me,” the king had said, his eyes gleaming with joy, “My kin lost Drivefloor a long, long time ago to that beast. It was not even five years since the Smith of Life led by Zulban Oilportal founded the fortress when it fell. First, they faced a terrible behemoth, a colossal being of bronze that came rampaging from the wilds, from a distant time before memory. They drove Emepe Scorchedgrand the Superior back, only to be laid waste by Ustxu Bloatswam the Murky that crept from the dark while my ancestors tended to their wounds.”

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And the king had been ever the more grateful when Suwu had told how the fortress of Ceilingyell, too, had been cleared of uninvited guests.

“You continue to astonish me with your stories, bold adventurers,” he had said and knelt before those of lesser birth than him. It was something one would not ever expect from a king, divinely ordained to rule the lands. “Ceilingyell was where the Mighty Ship was born. My grand kingdom of old, now in ruins and all but forgotten. Indeed, it was there where the founding ceremony, the Celebration of Abbeys, was first held: a grand procession to honor Kogan Fogcrafted becoming our First King. Recitals of poems, the burning of fragrant incense and many a performance. Ah, to have lived and witnessed it and then grabbed a mug or ten of plump helmet wine at the Armored Cakes!”

“But, alas, Ceilingyell was doomed to fall. The first of our fortresses of old. It was two years before the founding of Drivefloor when Xosun Murkguts the Mangy Pus slithered up from the darkness and befouled the halls,” the king had sighed, then looked up with hope, “That beast, too, has now been put to an end. These are words that greatly warm my heart, capybara woman.”

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“And Suwu, do not either forget what he said in the end,” Cañar continued recounting the events and words exchanged, “He said, 'What you have done is truly legendary. You have done a great deed for me, and for the few of us -- the Mighty Ship -- that survive to this day. You have given us hope. This is why Us the Brass Charcoal led me here. You have my gratitude, White Fountains.' Do not think he said those words lightly, for he is king. He might not have a kingdom, no, but he is king.

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A faint smile came on Suwu's lips. Everything her comrades told her was true. It was good to get their insight on these matters.

“Thank you, my friends,” she said and stood up, “I am weary after the day, but I still have some spirit in me. How about a song? Something different this time... Like 'the Birth of Lessons'?”

“A fine idea,” Cañar replied. He too smiled.

And like on so many nights before, the companions sang.

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And Suwu sang well.



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They slept not long before the sun rose from the east, casting its warm rays upon the companions and relieving Suwu of her last bits of regret of how things had gone -- at least for the time being.

While the weather was fair and warm, a heavy fog shrouded the sea to their west. Only the sound of the crashing surf revealed its presence next to them.

They were headed back north along the coast, for they intended to visit Beardbank, a large forest retreat and a place where the Druid of Múya Loré resided. The place had been mentioned by several elves before they went to Tangledwisps. It was their hope that the Druid might know a thing or two about the unholy artifacts they carried.

But they had also been warned that one must be wary there. For even the Druid's home was not safe from the activities of thieves and criminals, and a sprawling organisation of such evil-doers made their lair there.



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Ova looked at the dead lion, its head badly crushed by Cañar's hammer. Suwu was preparing to butcher it and take its meat for the road.

These lands reminded him much of his home of old, which lay north of the forest retreats of Múya Loré, if his memory served him well. Yet, those lands were now overrun by the Darkness and all things foul Kadôl and the rest of the sorcerors had wrought upon the land.

The mandrill man felt tired. It was more than once that he had fallen back during their long journeys from place to place. He had to stop and rest. Despite him using his crutch as a natural extension of his leg by now, he was beginning to understand that he could not go on like this for longer. He was of no use during fights any more.

And he was tired of the excitement too. It was something he had never been comfortable with, and no matter how many a battle he faced, he didn't get used to it or learn to like it.

“This place reminds me of home,” Ova opened his mouth.

“Waterlures?”, Suwu lifted her head, still crouched as she butchered the carcass.

“No. My home of old,” Ova replied, “Before I came to Waterlures. The lands where I grew up, farther to the north.”

The mandrill man looked around, at the fruit trees and palms, the green hills carpeted in lush grass. The gentle breeze blowing. It felt like... Home.

“I am tired, Suwu,” Ova spoke to the capybara woman, but he directed his words at the rest of his companions too, “This wound of my, while I may be able to still travel and go on adventure with the lot of you, it wears me down. Have you not noticed me stopping to catch my breath, to gather my strength?”

“Yes, I have noticed,” Cañar answered, slightly worried where this discussion might lead, “But it does not hinder us. We are blessed to have you with us still, Ova.”

“You are a good friend,” Rin joined in. He understood, or at least thought so, what the mandrill man was trying to say. And while he did not like the idea, he felt he needed to support his friend in his decision, “But if you are trying to say you want to settle down... And retire. Then I will help you in it as best as I can.”

“Settle? Retire?”, Suwu looked genuinely surprised. She was not expecting any of this, “Do not say that is true, Ova! What about Lór's quest? Our promise? We need you! We can not finish this without your help!”

“I...”, Ova began to reply, but then turned his eyes away from his friends in shame.

“Give him a break, Suwu!”, Rin snapped at Suwu, “If he is tired, he is tired! And if he needs to rest and retire, that is what he shall do!” The goblin then turned to Ova and continued, “You will have my support and help, if you so desire. And even if you don't, hell, I'll still help you -- like it or not.”

Suwu sighed and stood up, “It would sadden me to loose yet one more of my companions... Of my friends... But I will not stand in the way.”

“Thank you,” Ova finally got words out of his mouth, “It is great to have friends like you.”



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And so it was that Ova, the mandrill man, companion and friend of the White Fountains, decided to settle in the Dipped Hills, between the hamlets of Fragrantrain and Gooddaub.

It was not the land of his birth, but it was a calm and peaceful area, still untouched by the evil of the sorcerors or the wars tearing the land. It was maybe not Waterlures, but here in the north, one could hope for no better place. For the land was teeming with wildlife, the soil was fertile and the weather was fair.

Despite Suwu's reluctance to at first accept Ova's choice, she gave in and offered to help the others secure Ova a place where he could rest his head and spend his final years. In a way, she was slightly envious of the mandrill man, but more than that, it gave her comfort to know that her dear friend would be safe.



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And so once again the companions set to work.

Trees were felled for building material...

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...a suitable location for Ova's home of retirement was chosen...

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...and dirt was dug out for a good, comfy burrow where to build it.



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23rd of Hematite, 371

A week had passed and the companions were just laying some finishing touches to Ova's new home. It was midday and the sun shone brightly from a clear sky. A warm, peaceful and wonderful day.

But that peace was interrupted, when she heard the horrified screaming of Ova from up the hill, and then Cañar's voice called out, full of distress.

“NO! NO! Rin! SUWU! Help!”, the elephant man yelled. Something was terrible amiss.

Suwu dropped what she was doing and run with such haste up the hill that she thought was not possible.

And when she reached the summit, she saw Ova and Cañar next to the small pond, staring into its waters as if petrified.

She approached them, her heart pounding and it felt like she had a huge lump in her throat.

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“Rin... Rin is dead,” Ova said with a quivering voice, sounding like he could break any time soon.

Tears began to well in Suwu's eyes as she stared into the pond: Rin's lifeless body could be seen through the stagnant water, its rippling with the wind distorting the visage.

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“How fragile we are...”, Cañar broke the silence as the three stood aghast, “Why? Why Rin?”

Ova fell on his knees and planted his face in his palms.

“Rin Fisthearts the Robust Flesh of Charring is really dead...”, Cañar, once again, was the only one to get any words out of his mouth. And his voice sounded broken.

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In the bottom of the stagnant, murky pool of Ova's new home lay Rin Fisthearts. Unmoving. Lifeless. Dead.

His time in the Enchanted Dimensions had come to an end.



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Umm...

Okay. I wasn't expecting THAT.

I seriously considered save-scumming, because that happened during a "start working" phase of Adventure mode building or possibly during advfort (doesn't really matter which one, since I've had it previously happen on both).

...But then again unexpected things happening due to bugs or what-not are something that I feel are a big part of DF, and instead of always trying to work around them, I'd rather try to figure out some way to fit it into the narrative.

I mean, Rin didn't know how to swim. It's entirely possible that while he was working and the others didn't see, he slipped on that narrow wooden bridge into the water. And weighed down by his steel gear couldn't get out. And when panicking and gasping for air couldn't yell for help.

I had lots of plans for him and now they'll get scrapped, but hey, that's DF. These things happen.

Still, he was possibly my favorite character of all who've been in the story this far.

Anyway, I was supposed to continue longer today, but...

This is the place to stop this update.

So, the question is now:

How do you think the rest of the companions will react?

What will Suwu do?

What about Cañar?

And, most of all, what will Ova do? For he was certainly a good friend of Rin, and he kept all the time during our travels saying "It's good to have a friend like you" to Rin.

As a note, I'm very much ignoring the "didn't feel anything because of someone's death" parts of descriptions. I feel like the stress "fix" nerfed that part way too much, so I'm going with how characters reacted to deaths with pre 0.47.05 versions.

(And, I'm not sure if I'll continue yet tomorrow. This might need some extra thinking on my part, since this very much changes my plans. Though, it depends on your answers of what to do, too.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 26, 2023, 03:54:56 am
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In the bottom of the stagnant, murky pool of Ova's new home lay Rin Fisthearts. Unmoving. Lifeless. Dead.

His time in the Enchanted Dimensions had come to an end.

damn. .  well done on the update, but it's not exactly a happy one..a tier-list of DF's various dangers would definitely rate "Water" as A-tier, if not s. Odd how the world WAS generated with slopes on these muddy pools, and yet Rin still drowned. Then again.. if the character A.I. operates the same as in fortress mode, I have watched dwarves actively swim away from the only ramp that will save their drowning.

Perhaps Ova takes retirement here, watching over Rin's grave until the end of his days. Not sure about the others..

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As a note, I'm very much ignoring the "didn't feel anything because of someone's death" parts of descriptions. I feel like the stress "fix" nerfed that part way too much, so I'm going with how characters reacted to deaths with pre 0.47.05 versions.

yeah. the language of these descriptions requires heavy interpretation if you are trying to describe anything other than the worlds most sociopathic friendship .
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 26, 2023, 05:28:54 am
Well damn he was the one of the last people I expected to die. I'm not sure how the characters would react since I don't know them as well as you do.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 26, 2023, 09:36:41 am
damn. .  well done on the update, but it's not exactly a happy one..

Thanks!

Suwu's tale is turning to be an awfully tragic one. I've been re-reading the early Waterlures updates (about half-way through), and it's quite the contrast compared to the peaceful, daily life in the village I got used to.

Perhaps Ova takes retirement here, watching over Rin's grave until the end of his days. Not sure about the others..

Yeah, this is what I'm thinking of. If anything, I'd imagine this makes Ova ever the less enthusiastic about seeking excitement. It's something he tries to avoid, but I really haven't remembered that so often when writing the updates.

Figuring out Suwu's and Cañar's reactions, though. That'll be a bit more difficult, but I'll think of something eventually.

Well damn he was the one of the last people I expected to die.

It was quite the moment when I realised that Rin is missing from the group and I couldn't switch to control him. Took some time to figure out what had happened, and it's not exactly easy to find a body from a 3x3 map. Especially when the companion list shows his position in the wrong place.

And like with Lór's death, of course this happened just as I was about to call it for the day.

But hey, I guess this part of our story is nearing some kind of conclusion now. Took a quite unexpected and unfortunate turn, though. One by one they drop.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 28, 2023, 08:53:35 pm
Part VIII:
Farewells

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25th of Hematite, 371

In the Dipped Hills, atop a slope covered in dense grass and surrounded by trees of various kinds, stood a building of wood next to a pool of murky water.

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Down the slope was a small roofed shrine with a pedestal on which was a figurine carved out of wild boar bone, depicting a rabbit: Ôsed, the goddess of the stars, the sky, the weather, nature, the sun, day, light and mountains.

Heading even further down, a hole was carved into the dirt.

And in that hole were rooms with floors of dirt and walls of wood: a humble dining hall, several storage rooms and a bedroom.

This was to be the home where Ova, the mandrill man, was supposed to spend the remainder of his years in retirement.

Yet, the unexpected and tragic death of Rin the goblin only but a few days earlier put that into question.



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It was the beginning of a new day, the sun still very much rising in the east, a cool breeze blowing and the temperature altogether quite cold for the time of the year.

Suwu was sitting next to Ova on the opposite side of the tables than Cañar. They had just finished breakfast after a night of little sleep.

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For in the previous evening they had finished carving out a tomb for their beloved goblin companion and laid his body to rest in a wooden casket with pedestals on both sides. The left one displayed bone figurines of Rin and the right one had a steel short sword set upon it. The sword was rather ordinary and one could easily think of it as a hastily forged weapon.

But it had seen much use and had felled many a mighty foe -- Zapas Largeflew the Lessons of Gloss, the ettin, met its doom when this sword came down upon it.

The body of Rin was clad in his clothes and steel armor, and it was covered in coins and many well-cut gems of various kinds. They were the earthly possessions of the goblin, for he had been one to have a liking for such gleaming treasures.

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Ova stood up and walked next to the table, leaning on his crutch.

“Rin Fisthearts was a great traveling companion,” the mandrill man spoke, “But he was also a true friend, a kindred spirit of mine. One could hardly hope for anything more in life. Even before this journey of ours away from Waterlures we were close.”

“Indeed, Rin was a great goblin. A great man,” Cañar spoke with a solemn voice, “He may have been at points thuggish and a bully. A quarreler, if you will. But he had a good heart and it was in a good place. I am proud to be able to call him a comrade. And his passing away is a great loss.”

“It feels as if it were only yesterday when we were in the Ochre Hill, during the early days of our travels,” Ova continued looking out the narrow slit carved into the wall, “The encounters with the wolf men and women. How Rin slew one of them with such ease... And the giant keas! Do you remember how I competed with Rin which of us slew the most?”

“Yes, I remember that very clearly,” Suwu lifted her head, the memory cheering her up a bit, “Those woods were infested with the beasts. Though, nothing quite compared to the mountains next to Fencereined where our green-skinned companion took out his rage and anger upon them. Oh the amount of mangled green feathers and parrot heads littering those grounds after his rampage!”

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They went on for a long time, recounting many a memory of Rin, until Suwu rose up, walked to the still and turned back to face the others.

“But what of our quest? What happens now?”, the capybara woman addressed her companions, “I did not come this far to lose my friends and hark back on them. We have lost Lór. Now Rin. And if Ova is to stick with his plan...”

She stopped. She didn't really have any idea what to say. The quest was at a turning point. If it would be just she and Cañar continuing... Well, the odds of success felt very slim. The quest was doomed to fail.

“I... I have to say,” Ova opened his mouth hesitantly, “I do intend to retire here. If anything, Rin's death made me ever the more certain of it. I do not have what it takes to head on this quest. In fact, I believe I never had it in me... No, I will remain here. Be the custodian and warden of the tomb of Rin.”

He too paused, but continued before the others could say anything, “And, I must say, I am not sorry for that decision. I should have done this in the beginning of our quest. Before we set off with Lór.”

“We will not stand in your way,” Cañar spoke up, “You have my support, whatever you choose. And it is something that Rin would have wanted.”

“No, I will not try to convince you to choose otherwise,” Suwu sighed, “My support is your's, too. Even though it now seems like our quest has failed... Me and Cañar, we cannot finish this with just the two of us.”

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It was at that moment when it struck Ova.

As he went through recent events in his head, he remembered one detail, which gave him an idea.

“Suwu, Cañar,” he began as his eyes opened wide, “Do you remember the stories you told King Raqui? The one of your and Edu's travels?”

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“Yes, I do,” Suwu replied, “He seemed quite fond of those stories. What about them?”

Cañar looked curiously at Ova and spoke before the mandrill man could reply, “What do you mean Ova? What is on your mind, friend?”

“I do not know why it hasn't occured to me or any of us before,” Ova explained, a hint of excitement in his voice, “But many a time we have heard the tale how Edu, along with Suwu and others who we never met, climbed up the slopes of a fiery mountain... And only now it hit me!”

“Go on, explain,” Suwu said. She had no idea what the mandrill man was getting at.

“The Fires of Yelling. A mountain filled with molten rock ready to spew fire and flame,” Ova began, motioning with his free hand, “Why hasn't it occured to us before? If there is some power in this world capable of wreaking destruction it is the fires of such a place...”

“And? Please do tell,” Cañar said. He thought he understood what the mandrill man was going for, but wanted to confirm it before voicing his thoughts.

“...And is it not that we seek to destroy something very powerful?”, Ova continued, “The slabs. The artifacts of pure evil and death. What if they were cast into the pits of the volcano, into its burning heart? Surely -- if anything -- it has to be enough to destroy them? And if not, well, I can not imagine anyone, or anything, could plunge into the fires to retrieve the vile relics of the Dark Gods.”

“Ova! You are brilliant!”, Suwu hopped up, all excited, but then slumped back onto her chair, “...But the Fires of Yelling lies far. Far, far to the south. Farther off than Inkedwhims, on the borders of the territory of the Hell of Miseries... It would be such an undertaking that me and Cañar, we could not pull it off with just the two of us.”

“Ah, but that is where you are wrong, Suwu,” Ova turned to address the capybara woman, a wide smile on his face, “For, you see, it may be that only the south has mountains billowing smoke and cinder, but it is not the only place where the flaming rock courses through the very veins of Ôsed's mountains... Do you not remember the stories of dwarfen fortresses having forges fueled by molten rock, deep within the earth? And did we not encounter such places when we cleared out Ceilingyell and Drivefloor of the beasts from a bygone age?”



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They spent many an hour planning the hopefully final part of their quest -- to head to the fortresses in ruins and cast the slabs in fiery magma --, and Suwu and Cañar made sure that Ova had everything he needed when they were gone.

And indeed he had: he had a home, a comfy burrow in the dirt, and it was between two villages that remained unspoiled by the evils plagues ravaging the rest of the world. If need be, he could go to the villages to socialize and barter -- and, in fact, he would do that soon, for he promised that he would go and see the rescued prisoners left behind at Tangledwisps.

Ova named his home Bolarel, 'Grownwaters', after Rin. For Rin meant 'to grow' in the human tongue, and waters... Well, it reminded Ova of Waterlures, but it also meant the waters where his friend met his end -- something he would be seeing daily for the (hopefully) many years he had still before him.

Suwu and Cañar bid their farewells (and shed some tears) before they left.

But they promised to come back and visit Ova once their quest was completed.

Their group of five had first become four, then three, and now...

Now the White Fountains was only two:

Suwu the capybara woman and Cañar the elephant man.



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A view of Bolarel, Grownwaters, and the surrounding verdant forest in the Dipped Hills.



=====

A bit of a "short" one today.

Had a couple days off and could've probably made the update longer, but I guess that's a good place to end this one.

I actually first thought there's a volcano in the northwest in an evil mountain range, but after looking closer at the map it was a mountain peak that just looked red due to the evil biome color. So, took a bit of time to think what then, since the southern volcanoes are way too far... But yeah, then I realised that of course world gen fortresses have magma forges. Or most of them. Don't actually remember if the two we cleared had any, but we'll see that once our last two adventurers get there...

I'll probably have to do some testing before the next update. Not because of the magma forges, but I'm quite certain Ova will head off either to Waterlures or Hellsieges when left alone. Want to check if I can somehow make him stay at his new home.

But anyways, looks like we're actually nearing the end.

Not sure if it'll be in any way satisfactory, but it's not like the whole story of this world and Waterlures ends there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 29, 2023, 04:02:28 am
Sad to see the way our group of heroes has crumbled, hopefully the last two will be able to finish their quest.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 29, 2023, 10:26:33 am
Sad to see the way our group of heroes has crumbled,

It was inevitable.

hopefully the last two will be able to finish their quest.

I sure hope so! But I guess we'll see soon enough...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 29, 2023, 09:01:25 pm
Part IX:
Into Molten Rock

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25th of Hematite, 371

It was morning when Suwu and Cañar left Grownwaters and Ova behind, still saddened by the loss of Rin and now by the slow breaking of their party.

Their quest, however, would not fail -- if it was up to the two of them left.

For Ova had given them hope with his suggestion: to head off to one of the ancient, ruined fortresses of the Mighty Ship. And there, there they would head deep into the bowels of the earth and cast the accursed slabs of the sorcerors into molten rock.

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First they would head for Ceilingyell, which was not that far off from Ova's home of retirement. And if Ceilingyell did not have forges fueled by magma -- for they remembered not if they saw such --, they would head to Drivefloor to try their luck.

If neither proved to have such, well, they still had the option to head to Fencereined. But they hoped that would not be necessary. For they still feared how the elven scholars might react if they showed their faces there after their previous visit gone awry.



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Heading through the Dipped Hills they soon saw mountains looming in the east: Thele Moÿira, the Mountain of Combat.

There in the foothills lay Ceilingyell, their first stop.



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They did not get far into the foothills when they saw a towering, oddly-shaped column of marble rise in front of them. It loomed over the stunted trees in this area, and if Suwu's eyes didn't deceive her, there appeared to be a hole in the rock, leading into the dark.

Yet another cave they came across on their adventures.

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As Suwu picked up a bracelet made of electrum from the ground, she looked up at the column and turned to Cañar.

“What do you think, Cañar?”, she asked the elephant man, “What manner of creature or beast makes its lair here? Another giant, perhaps?”

“I know not,” Cañar replied with a somewhat troubled voice, “But I do not think it would be wise of us to head in. It is only the two of us now. What if we head into something we can not handle? We are so close to the end of our quest. We best not take any unnecessary risks.”

“Hmm, you are probably right,” Suwu said. She was certainly curious and eager to see what lay inside. But her friend spoke true: if they were now struck down, whatever being residing in the cave would gain possession of not one, but two terrible artifacts.

And it was something she did not wish for.

“We can maybe come here later then,” she continued, “For now, we concentrate on taking Lór's quest to a conclusion.”



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And so their journey continued.

They followed a winding brook upstream, into the mountains. The valley carved by it eased their passage, though it was not such a long distance they would have to traverse until they would arrive on the north side.

Ceilingyell was not a far way off.

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It did not take long to cross the narrow extension of the mountain range. They entered the wondrous scenery of the Intricate Hill. Wild ponies were grazing on the needle grass of the highlands and stunted acacias and willows grew there with boulders of marble and rock salt scattered around.

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And soon they came to the familiar green malachite walls of the fortress.



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Into the deep dark they went, once again.

Both were silent during the descent, deep in their thoughts.

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It was only when they reached the deepest depths of Ceilingyell that the silence was broken.

“All this violence we have seen,” the elephant man began in a hushed voice, but still it echoed in the halls of old, “There is so much of it. Pain, suffering. Why? For what end? No matter how much I think upon it, I can not understand it.”

“It is terrifying, yes,” Suwu said, “Even though it is necessary to have some discord in our lives, we should always strive to be able to live together.”

“I do not know if you are correct, Suwu,” Cañar replied, “It is bickering and discord that lead to anger. And then anger to hate, breeding violence in its wake... All I want is peace. To put an end to this.”

“Well, friend,” Suwu looked back at Cañar as they walked through the halls, “Perhaps the peace you desire is soon closer. We are almost at the forges.”



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Suwu and Cañar entered the large hall that once had housed grand forges.

Now it lay in ruins: only gaping holes in the flooring remained of where once the dwarf smiths of the Mighty Ship had crafted fine weapons of old. The air was hot, the magma glowing eerily from the pits, like giant maws ready to spew the fiery contents of their bowels.

“This is it then,” Suwu said to her companion. She was feeling a mix of nervousness, excitement and relief. Their journey turned quest had been longer than any of them had anticipated. And soon, soon it would be over. All it would take was to throw those vile slabs into the fire and be rid of them, once and for all.

But she also knew it would not be the end.

Peace would not come with it. No, there was still evil lingering in the world. Things they hadn't taken care of yet. Islandfences. The tower of the necromancer Kadôl still stood, untouched. And what horrors it might contain, she knew not.

But what she knew was that it would take more than her and Cañar to defeat that evil. It would take an army. An army they had not yet built.

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Cañar stepped to the pit. The red and orange glow and heat emanating from it felt almost unbearable. He strapped his trusty war hammer and shield to his back and looked at Suwu, the fires casting an ominous light on her form in the darkness.

“We have come a long way, you and I,” he said glaring at his friend, “We have stayed true to one another through these harrowing adventures, kept ourselves together. Even when the odds have been against us we have not strayed from the path Lór and Mestthos set before us...”

He paused and inhaled deeply before continuing, “And now we are at that path's end. All will be made right. We will end this evil. We will heal this world. We will bring... Peace.”

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The elephant man first took out from his backpack Marcestgogol, the slab Rin had come to possess in Controlledseal. It was heavy. Heavier in the hand than it had been in his pack.

He then took out the other slab, the one from Finderblunts: Gogollomoth Uja Sutar. It, too, felt heavy. It weighed his hand down, made his muscles tire.

But he held them firmly in his grasp, not letting his strength fail him.

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The limestone slab he held in his left hand looked like it pulsed a faint light. Just like it had done in Finderblunts when they found it in the topmost chamber of the tower.

Cañar shrugged his head, and twitched his flappy ear. It was as if he heard a faint whisper from somewhere.

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The slab of horn silver, shaped in a manner that mocked geometry, felt cold in his right hand. But at the same time a searing heat could be felt from it. It was as if it tried to burn Cañar's flesh.

He shrugged the stinging pain away. And away it went.

It was only his imagination. The darkness and humidity combined with the burden of the quest playing tricks on him.

'CAÑAR.' A loud, terrifying voice echoed in the elephant man's head as he was about to cast the first slab into the molten rock.

He hesitated.

'CAÑAR SPIRITCOAL THE ARMORED GROOVE OF PERSUADERS, HEAR ME.' The voice boomed again in a spirit-crushing manner. The elephant man froze. He was unable to move.

'THE GOBLIN MAY HAVE FAILED ME, BUT YOU WILL NOT. I AM BAZSA. BAZSA THE SINFUL. The voice continued. Cañar could do naught but listen.

'YOU WILL NOT CAST MARCESTGOGOL INTO THE FIERY PITS. NO. FOR I AM KEY. KEY TO THE PEACE YOU SEEK.'

Cañar tried to resist. He couldn't.

'LOOK INTO ME, CAÑAR. LOOK INTO MY ARTIFACT. PEER INTO THE DARK. I WILL TEACH YOU THE SECRETS... OF PEACE.'



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“What is it Cañar?”, Suwu asked with uneasiness in her voice. The elephant man had suddenly stopped in his tracks after he had pulled the slabs out.

He was staring blankly across the gaping pit into the darkness. His eyes looked empty, as if his mind was somewhere else. Why was the elephant man hesitating? Why did he linger? Why did he not just cast those slabs into the fires and get over with all of this!?

She then noticed the elephant man's head slowly turn to the right. Towards Marcestgogol.

“NO!”, Suwu screamed as she leapt towards her companion.

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But she was too slow.

The elephant man's eyes were affixed to the slab. Peering deep. Deep into its depths.

Lured by its power.

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Suwu grabbed the slab in the elephant man's left hand and tried to wrench it from his grasp.

But it was of no use. Cañar was far too powerful for her. She was no match for his enormous strength.

The elephant man pushed her to the ground.

“Cañar, no!”, Suwu yelled at her companion as tears began to form in her eyes. There was an empty, unholy glow in her friend's gaze. It was as if all manner of compassion and empathy had left the once kind and just elephant man.

The towering hulk then bore down on her as she lay on the floor.

“Stop it Cañar!”, she screamed at him.

To no avail.

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As the elephant man tried to grab her by the throat, the nimble capybara woman dodged by jumping out of the way.

But it was the last thing Suwu did.

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The capybara woman hadn't paid attention to her surroundings in the sudden heat of the moment.

And that heat got ever the more intense when she leapt, leapt in the direction of the gaping hole in the floor.

Her fur and clothes burst into flame from the heat emanating from below, long before she fell into the molten rock.

A piercing shriek of agony and sheer terror resounded and echoed through the deepest halls of Ceilingyell.

Then silence fell.

Flame, soot and cinder was all that remained.

And an elephant man staring into the fire, emotionless, both hands carrying a slab of pure evil and unholy power.

The White Fountains were no more and with it, Lór's quest had failed.

The Dark Gods had won.



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=====

It was inevitable.

That is then the conclusion of Suwu's adventures and Lór's quest, which failed in the end.

I did have it planned for a long time that if the adventurers ever get to a volcano/magma there has to be some kind of corrupting influence taking hold of someone. It is inevitable. And with only two heroes left and Cañar being the one carrying the slabs, I picked him to get corrupted.

However, I did not dodge into the magma. That was the doing of DF. The companionship of Cañar and Suwu was broken the moment I initiated combat with wrestling, and since I was controlling Cañar, Suwu became AI-controlled.

And naturally dodged into the fire. (Probably a "better" end than being slain by her friend and raised as undead, which was one possible way to go.)

What happens next to Cañar, well, for now it will be off-screen.

I'll do some other off-screen stuff too at the same time before passing the save. I'll probably do a short update on that, but I expect it to take several days.

Anyways, once I'm done, who'd like to take an adventurer turn? After that, we'll return to Waterlures proper (hopefully).

@AvolitionBrit? @Salmeuk? Someone else?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 29, 2023, 09:23:00 pm
Can do but will wait a few days, a tad under the weather and if someone else wants to do something.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 29, 2023, 09:44:05 pm
No worries, it'll anyway take some days before I get the save up.

Oh, forgot to mention that there was something weird going on with the slabs and their placement. There was some mention of them in errorlog.txt:

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patching corruption: item off-loaded and also in play: Gogollomoth Uja Sutar
Didn't pay attention to that until I tested and dropped one on the floor. And there was nothing there to see or pick. But if you used 'look', you could see it was there. You just couldn't interact with it. So, I reloaded the save and tested putting them on a pedestal on display, and then they started working normally and the errorlogs stopped.

Haven't checked if that's a known issue or if it's just something related to messing with raws/using dfhack, but just saying that if your adventurers get their hands on slabs, there might be some weirdness happening after retiring and unretiring.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on January 30, 2023, 05:07:34 am
It was inevitable, and a depressing way for the adventure to end.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on January 31, 2023, 12:08:33 am
that was actually quite the epic finale. also I got Terminator 2 vibes

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The capybara woman hadn't paid attention to her surroundings in the sudden heat of the moment.

And that heat got ever the more intense when she leapt, leapt in the direction of the gaping hole in the floor.

Her fur and clothes burst into flame from the heat emanating from below, long before she fell into the molten rock.

A piercing shriek of agony and sheer terror resounded and echoed through the deepest halls of Ceilingyell.

Then silence fell.

I am a bit busy for an adventure turn. they take up more of my attention that fortress mode, surprisingly - I find that in order to construct grand adventures you must pay very close attention, and I seem to lack that as of late.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 31, 2023, 11:00:46 am
that was actually quite the epic finale. also I got Terminator 2 vibes

Thanks! I'll take that T2 mentioning as a compliment. :)

I am a bit busy for an adventure turn. they take up more of my attention that fortress mode, surprisingly - I find that in order to construct grand adventures you must pay very close attention, and I seem to lack that as of late.

Yeah, adventure mode can get quite taxing when doing a write-up. There's so much more info accessible in it than with fort mode (though, I guess technically the same information is in both modes, but fort mode just doesn't display it normally; e.g., discussions between characters, day time, etc.).

I'll have to admit that while I enjoyed this whole adventure part and waited to see where it goes, I'm sort of relieved that it's concluded. It was quite draining in a way.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on January 31, 2023, 03:20:22 pm
Feeling better so if no one else wants to i can play an adventure :)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on January 31, 2023, 03:55:38 pm
Feeling better so if no one else wants to i can play an adventure :)

I'll upload the save tomorrow, so feel free to take the turn when you're up for it. :)

Also, there's still issues with the two slabs (and an artifact weapon) that Cañar has: it looks like if I drop them or put them on a pedestal or anything, it creates an invisible duplicate and the originals (?) remain in his backpack. No idea what to do about it, but it's possibly something that we'll have to deal with if someone else tries to acquire the slabs from him. I think the issue began after/during the construction of Hellsieges, maybe when the site was off-loaded/re-loaded while building commenced?

I'll see if I can do anything about it, but my DFHack skills are barely even dabbling, so if I don't find any instructions on what to do, it's best I don't mess around any more.

(Pretty sure actually that it wouldn't have worked to throw the slabs in magma because of this issue.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on February 01, 2023, 02:16:38 am
What about leaving the slabs in the backpack then dropping the pack?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on February 01, 2023, 09:28:48 am
What about leaving the slabs in the backpack then dropping the pack?

That works, but then all the three artifacts are still clumped together in the same backpack.

And if the backpack is left on a pedestal and the site is off-loaded, I think the artifacts will then scatter upon reloading the site (I think this happens with containers on pedestals? Might remember wrong, though...).

I'll probably just end up having Cañar carry the stuff in his backpack if I don't get them to stay on a pedestal somewhere. As long as they remain with him, I don't think they'll be much of a problem. I hope.

But yeah, no idea where the elephant man will head once I retire him somewhere. I know that Ova actually left for some personal mission of his, so it's quite likely that the same will happen with other adventurers too.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on February 01, 2023, 08:29:35 pm
@AvolitionBrit

Here's the save:
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16417

No real ingame time limits this time, but preferably not more than a month or two.

(Didn't do much off-screen, so nothing to report there. Maybe at some point we'll get a glimpse of what necromancer Cañar is up to.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on February 09, 2023, 01:52:06 pm
Here it is.
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16432
Short one, did a small adventurer playing around with religon, which was interesting. Will post soon.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on February 09, 2023, 05:26:20 pm
Will check out the save soon and waiting for the report!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on February 10, 2023, 03:44:19 am
Excited to see what's unfolded since we last heard about the goings on of this world.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on February 12, 2023, 08:05:49 pm
I awoke in the night, the horrors. Dark goings on in the world. My mind floods with images of a slab, armies of undead and horrific creatures twisted into humanoid form. I need to get out there.

I travel from hamlet to hamlet, city to city preaching the glorious word of Osed.
(https://i.imgur.com/sxxa7FE.jpg)
I lead sermons to enhance my gods belief in the people
(https://i.imgur.com/ZtFlgiX.jpg)
My visions started to come true, i saw a goblin warband fighting in a hamlet as i fled
(https://i.imgur.com/vk3Xcyr.jpg)
The people continue to listen
(https://i.imgur.com/qtN7ykE.jpg)
I overhear tales of adventures and a fortress
(https://i.imgur.com/eGqYKG1.jpg)
I make my way there to see a wartent and ambush set up, i sneak past sleeping capyfighters.
(https://i.imgur.com/xV75rms.jpg)
I meet an elven bard and start to chat when they launch their attack
(https://i.imgur.com/YhzDGeM.jpg)
My teeth knocked out, beaten and bruised i start to prey to Osed
(https://i.imgur.com/iDEc7pc.jpg)
Osed hears my prayers and someone enguages the capybara warband, the residents fight back
(https://i.imgur.com/l2QJrz5.jpg)
My nose bleeds, my body aches and I faint from it all.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on February 12, 2023, 08:41:02 pm
Ooh, that's interesting to see capies out of Waterlures that (I think) aren't created by players.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on February 13, 2023, 03:39:36 am
Wonder what those guys are doing so far from Waterlures?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on February 16, 2023, 11:13:31 am
No update, but...

Might take some time before I get to my turn. I've started a rather large addition to my mod stuff, so I'm spending most time on it currently and it may take a week or two before I get it done, so probably no Waterlures stuff going to happen during that time.

But, if someone wants to have a go and do more adventure stuff, you're free to do so. Just make a post and claim the save.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on March 01, 2023, 06:08:00 pm
Any update or still busy?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on March 01, 2023, 08:09:22 pm
No update, unfortunately.

I've been having difficulties starting to play (whether that be Waterlures or testing mod stuff), which isn't a new thing -- it's always been the biggest hurdle for me. (And sleeping really crappily for a week or so hasn't really helped.)

But my intention is to get things rolling before next weekend. Either Waterlures or then a test fort for the mod (I'll probably make a thread for it, if it's stable enough). If that fails, I'll at the very least do (or try to) an unretirement cleanup in Waterlures so that someone else can have a shot at overseering the village. This option might have some time progress ingame without a proper update, though. (But I guess it'd be better than not going forward at all?)

...Gah, it's really frustrating with all the difficulty to start/continue, since I haven't lost motivation/interest in Waterlures and know that once I get things moving it'll go more or less smoothly. But then again, this has gone better than I expected for a first try in doing a succession game. Just hoping there won't be a too long break, since that'll make it harder to continue.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on March 02, 2023, 06:54:43 am
I'll still be eagerly awaiting the next installment, no matter how long it takes.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on March 09, 2023, 12:46:54 pm
Kitfox know
https://twitter.com/KitfoxGames/status/1633859288853782529
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on March 09, 2023, 01:48:48 pm
capy's are in vogue right now and I have no idea why. waterlures was my first inclination that the new order was upon us.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on March 09, 2023, 02:47:31 pm
Its a new world order, praise the water dogs.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on March 09, 2023, 03:28:01 pm
Kitfox know
https://twitter.com/KitfoxGames/status/1633859288853782529

Uh-oh, here comes the rush of new clicks/views...

capy's are in vogue right now and I have no idea why. waterlures was my first inclination that the new order was upon us.

Huh, I thought capies were like a thing already ages ago (long before the llama and alpaca trends)... But maybe they're cool again or sumthin' (okay, capybaras are always cool if you ask me)?

Its a new world order, praise the water dogs.

Praise the rodents amazing bath-swine!

(In other news, no, I haven't had any luck in trying to get meself to continue as of yet...  :'()
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on March 09, 2023, 04:31:54 pm
I am more than happy to take over for a while if needs be. If you tell me what the settling arangements are for the fortress.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on March 09, 2023, 09:07:38 pm
Going to give one more go today or tomorrow and see if I get at least the unretirement cleanup done. It's really a huge hassle since all the food stockpiles need to be redone, all rooms reassigned, work orders redone, random new "citizens" kicked out and doing something to get rid of the "visitors" stuck on the map, among other things.

So, it's something I'd like (okay, "like" is probably not the right word but...) to do personally so that nothing isn't missed.

If I don't manage that by tomorrow's end, I've got several ideas/options in my mind that I'll pitch you in a PM. How's that sound?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on March 10, 2023, 04:32:38 am
I for one welcome our Capybara overloads.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on March 10, 2023, 09:46:50 am

If I don't manage that by tomorrow's end, I've got several ideas/options in my mind that I'll pitch you in a PM. How's that sound?

Sounds good to me
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 14, 2023, 03:36:19 am
Okay.

Slight update on the situation of Waterlures: I'm possibly having an urge to actually continue Waterlures proper now. It might take some time still to get things going smoothly with all the unretirement hassle and such, and it's possible some unexpected things pop up.

Currently in the process of doing the unretire cleanup, and by Ôsed's long ears, there's lots to do! I'm trying to deal with the loads of unwanted "visitors" that are listed as hostile by unretire-anyone'ing them and making them citizens that way (I've done it in the past without issue, but...). Okay, a couple were with fake names and I couldn't unretire them with those, so I teleported them into the caverns (temporarily revealing the place). Good luck dealing with the forgotten beast, jerks.

What's most depressing is that when reassigning beds, I've noticed that many long time citizens have either moved away or are traveling. (King Zultan will probably not be pleased to know that his named capy Vucar 'Zultan' is among them.) It's weird to feel heavy hearted when you notice some of your favorite little 'c's missing and that they probably won't come back. :(

(...And I almost cried when I came to one bed, which I had named 'Suwu'.  :'( )

In any case, I hope I'll manage to solve all the issues and get an update going (and not get too depressed how things have changed).

But it might be that Waterlures is now a very different place after Suwu, Ova, Cañar and Rin went on their adventures...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on April 14, 2023, 01:49:36 pm
yesssss :] love this place.

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What's most depressing is that when reassigning beds, I've noticed that many long time citizens have either moved away or are traveling. (King Zultan will probably not be pleased to know that his named capy Vucar 'Zultan' is among them.) It's weird to feel heavy hearted when you notice some of your favorite little 'c's missing and that they probably won't come back.

serious animal crossing vibes
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 14, 2023, 06:21:19 pm
yesssss :] love this place.

Me too!

Felt like coming home after a long journey (well, then again we were on a long adventure for quite some time) when I unretired the fort.

Looks like I finally got my mood to write back, so there's definitely an update coming. Will take a day or two, since I'll have to do another retire/unretire hassle, lol. This is mainly due to me noticing only after playing a whole season that the militia commander is also traveling, which is a huge problem. So, I'll have to hop into adventure mode and "teleport" them back to Waterlures. I'll do the same to a couple others who are listed as traveling, but not to all of them.

But yeah, luckily unretirement wasn't as much work as I thought and I hadn't yet redone stockpiles and work orders when I noticed the commander missing, so it won't be too much of an extra burden. Maybe I'll bring a few extra capies or other beings to the village-soon-town (we're almost at 80 population, so uh, not long until sieges happen) at the same time?

Anyway, if someone is wanting to be dorfed capied, just say so and I'll do that.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on April 15, 2023, 02:43:21 am
IT RETURNS! The hype it builds!


(King Zultan will probably not be pleased to know that his named capy Vucar 'Zultan' is among them.)
Aw man my guy ran off, here's hoping he's one of the ones you're planning to get back.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 15, 2023, 03:00:14 am
(King Zultan will probably not be pleased to know that his named capy Vucar 'Zultan' is among them.)
Aw man my guy ran off, here's hoping he's one of the ones you're planning to get back.

He's on the list as he's one of the more important figures and part of a squad. Just hoping anything bad hasn't happened to him on his travels (which is always a possibility, albeit a small one in my experience).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on April 15, 2023, 03:48:13 am
Oh good I liked that little guy, hope when you find him out there he's okay.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 15, 2023, 08:02:36 am
Book II

(https://i.imgur.com/F8P6zVp.png)

Part I:
A Capybara Outpost Revisited

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(https://i.imgur.com/tKQHATA.gif)

Limestone of year 371

Autumn arrived in Waterlures, a village of capybara folk built on the serene shores of the Lakes of Saturninity. The leaves of the trees were turning into fiery reds and yellows as nature prepared to rest for the coming winter. Squirrels and other woodland animals scurried about gathering their winter stores, while fairies and pixies darted playfully across the waters of the lakes.

The capybaras, too, were hard at work: for the caravan from the Mountainhome had been sighted and was making its way to the village. Off they went to fetch crafts and other goods; gathering bundles of their old threadbare (but still of masterful quality) clothing for the fripperers (https://blog.history.ac.uk/2021/02/recycling-and-upcycling-waste-in-the-late-medieval-urban-economy/) among the merchants. Such clothes were in high demand back at the capital, where poor folk barely scraped a living under the oppressive yoke of the Unaging King.

Things had changed much in the peaceful village during the passing year. Some said that things were better before, while others -- mostly the young ones -- were excited about the future and what it might bring. Regardless of one's opinion, the change had begun ever since The Enchanted Bridge, an inn was opened and visitors were welcomed with open arms to the growing, once reclusive, hamlet of the mysterious capybara folk.

And as Waterlures had grown, it attracted all sorts of unwanted attention too: foul beasts of the Night, giants, cyclopes, and ettins -- not to mention all sorts of unsavory types coming to scheme and plot.

And it was these troubles that eventually led to events, which -- according to mayor Likot Languagehame -- caused the mess she was now in: much of the old folk and elders left as strangers of all the races of Minbazkar moved in and the original goal of Kasat's dream seemed to fade into the background. Or, at least so the elders had thought. But was it not Kasat's dream to build a new home, a new future for all those -- capybara or not -- who wished to escape the iron grip of the King?

Truly, even the founders had among their ranks others than capybara folk, so why should it now be any different?

(https://i.imgur.com/ND2ayl8.gif)

Tirist Brasshandles, the dwarven outpost liaison from the Mountainhome waddled up the stairs of The Enchanted Bridge, heading up to the mayorial office for a meeting. 'Damned be these stairs, and damn these surface-dwelling rodents,' he huffed and puffed as his massive amounts of lard weighed him down, exhausting him. 'What manner of insanity has taken hold of them so that they build their homes here where it constantly rains in torrents? It makes me so grouchy! And why, why all these towers with their blasted stairs!? And of course the mayor chose to have her office in one of the highest of towers!' He grumbled in his mind as he desperately tried to wrench the water from his toga to make himself more presentable for the occasion.

(https://i.imgur.com/xOqAQn7.gif)

After exchanging formalities Tirist and Likot made trade agreements for the next year, as per usual. There was nothing out of the ordinary there: the capybara folk mainly ordered various kinds of stone from the dwarven quarries, and in exchange the dwarves wanted all sorts of goods -- mainly goblets and bracelets this time.

After conducting business, Tirist told of affairs and happenings of the outer world. While Likot wasn't too interested in what happened out of the confines of the walls of Waterlures, as mayor she needed to know if there were any potential new dangers threatening her home and citizens. War was something she was always afraid of, something she knew had devastated much of the world, and she wanted to keep it away from Waterlures at all costs. Peace was something she truly valued.

But news of troubles was not all she wanted to hear. She hoped that there might be news of the four who had left Waterlures without a word in the silence of the night over half a year ago.

She was, of course, thinking of Suwu, the capybara woman archer captain, Cañar, the elephant man hammerer, Rin, the goblin assistant sheriff, and Ova, the humble and perhaps a little simple-minded mandrill man archer. They had left for Morningwilt, a forest retreat just a short distance to the west, to inform young Lòr of the death of his father who had fallen while heroically defending Waterlures from a werebeast attack.

It should have been only a day's trip, or possibly several if they'd linger there longer. But days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and still there was no sign, no word of them.

And ever since they left, Likot felt things began to slip out of her control. More and more visitors; petition after petition; tragic deaths in freezing water when treacherous ice gave way; and then that creature of the night, the lumbering troll who had come and rampaged. Needless death after needless death. It was something that wasn't supposed to happen!

(https://i.imgur.com/KSnnwGJ.png)

With their small militia ever the smaller after the four left, Kumil the faun militia warden and Likot (along with many of the elders) were worried for the safety of the village. So Kumil had sent out word that Waterlures was in need of bold sell-swords, being careful that the word would not reach the ears of the usurper baron Stukos Matchedsabres nor the Unaging King Såkzul Cudgeltapers.

And truly, Mestthos was on their side, for in late summer several mercenaries and beast hunters answered the call: Alåth Clearednet, a dwarf; Urdim Planrocks, a black bear woman; Kesp Glidedwatched, a capybara man; and Itstrul Wheelscrow and Ared Scrubbedraven, two capybara women. They came from the north, The Cobalt Empires, from a castle called Trailglitter.

Rumor and story of Waterlures had previously reached them, and they had admired the tales and the perseverance of the brave, honest follk living there. So when they heard Waterlures was in need for swords for hire, they did not have to think twice.

And so they came from the war-torn north to help keep the peaceful capybara folk of Waterlures safe.



(https://i.imgur.com/ylM7WL8.png)
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4th of Timber, 371

It was early Timber when young Fath, one of the sons of late Baroness Kasat, was struck by a strange mood caused by unknown powers. It was not something that should happen to capybara folk: before Waterlures, none had heard of such a thing as a capybara creating an artifact, for it was thought that only the stout children of the mountains held the gift within them.

What caused it to happen here was not known. But there were speculations that the very magical nature of the place was behind it (or if Yawo, the witch-doctor of a mandrill woman, were still alive, she would say it was because of 'the angry spirits'). The unseen forces of nature, the power of the Rabbit in the Sky, could practically be felt in the air here at times.

Whatever the cause, Fath dropped what he was doing and headed off to the crafting area in the mines, down the hall to the now rarely used forge which the plump helmet man 'Avo' had made. There he looked at the cold and dusty forge, mumbling “Dataninash... Dataninash...” as he turned around and went to fetch bars of steel from the stocks.

He then lit the fires of the old forge and began working.

(https://i.imgur.com/aQ2yp13.png)

When Fath finally finished his creation he lifted it up: a masterfully crafted bow of steel. It was simple in its design, decorated only with several studs that highlighted the shape of the weapon, but that was precisely where its beauty and elegance lay.

“I will call you Fath Dataninash, Fath Ironorgan,” the capybara man said smiling. It was his name and now it was the name of his bow too, which he would offer to the service of Waterlures.

And he would be the one to wield it, moving his militia position from the Fenced Princes to the Turquoise Veils, for the archers needed more in their ranks now that Suwu and Ova were away.



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1st of Moonstone, 371

Winter arrived in Waterlures. The lake froze and snow fell from the sky, covering the ground and roofs in a blanket of white. The capybara folk were still working, even though the coming of winter was a time to slow down and relax with friends and family. The walkways atop the lake were bustling with traffic as cleaned fish was being hauled to barrels for storage, cloth taken to the stores above the tailor's, and barrels of beverages rolled to the wine cellars.

However, work would soon halt, for it was about time for the traditional Winter Festivals where everyone would head to the Fruit of Letters to have a good time drinking, eating, singing and dancing, forging new friendships and deepening existing bonds.

And possibly some might find affection and love where they didn't expect (though, so far no such thing has ever happened during the festivities, despite late Baroness Kasat's hopes for such things).



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16th of Moonstone, 371

The Winter Festivals were just around the corner when Fikod Livingglazes gave birth to her fourth child at one of the wayshrines dedicated to Ôsed. It had been quite a year for her: she had been appointed as captain of the Turquoise Veils in the absence of Suwu, which she could not find in her to refuse even though she knew she was with child; and her husband Kogan had suddenly left to attend to “urgent matters” somewhere near the Mountainhome.

Kogan's departure was odd, for neither Fikod nor he had ever left the confines of Waterlures. It had Fikod somewhat worried, for she had a feeling in her gut that her husband had somehow been ensnared by one of those 'unsavory characters' and their schemes (there was, of course, no evidence of such plots, but such were the rumors circulating). She hoped he was safe and alright and that her fears would be proven wrong.

However, none of that mattered now, for Fikod was full of adoration and bliss as she cuddled her newborn boy.



(https://i.imgur.com/vmxZLFv.gif)

Opal of year 371

After Moonstone passed and Opal began, the Winter Festival began. Work was halted for the remainder of the year and all flocked to the Fruit of Letter as was tradition. The hall was full to the brim with capybara folk, dwarves, several elephant men, goblins, elves and even a handful of human prophets came to drink and be merry.

(https://i.imgur.com/d5p5PCP.gif)

But while the others were feasting and socializing, the broker Atír Archsinged decided to work. He was determined to cut enough blocks of phyllite so that work on the temple to Ôsed could continue once spring arrived. With all that had happened this year, nearly no progress had been made at the construction site.

And Atír thought it a shame. No wonder the gorlak prophet Ïteb left Waterlures with several others.

(https://i.imgur.com/YhxUQAG.gif)

Atír was not alone in staying out of the festivities: Fayoba Claspedleap, the elf Sheriff of Waterlures, too, chose to rather work than mingle. It was unusual and folk thought it mighty queer indeed, for Fayoba was one who liked to take it easy and very much enjoyed the company of others.

'Let there be peace throughout the world,' the red haired elf thought as he carried yarn to the looms for weaving. While he normally could find something to joke about in every situation, war was something entirely different: it was an abomination, a perversion of competition and creation -- something cruel without even a trace of gaiety in it. He usually avoided thinking of it, but the news brought by the dwarven caravan was troubling and weighed upon Fayoba's mind.

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The merchants had told that the powers of Darkness had besieged Violetgems, one of the few fortress of Ustuth Ïdath, the Fence of Amusement. A horde of goblins waving the banners of the Tight Torments had descended upon its walls with no warning and as if from nowhere.

(https://i.imgur.com/P1LY2Qs.png)

What was worse, was that this was no ordinary group of goblins.

No, they were led by beings from the Underworld: a towering brute resembling a noseless pig twisted into humanoid form was in command. And the ranks of the goblins were bolstered with what could only be other demonic entities from the Other Side.

The dwarves stood no chance and Violetgems fell.

Word of the news had been kept so far away from the ears of others than mayor Kasat, Fayoba and the militia warden Kumil. Fayoba was conflicted about this, but perhaps it was best this way until Kumil returned with 'Zultan'.

For when Kumil had heard the disturbing news, he immediately put Vabôk and the other monks in charge of defenses and set out with 'Zultan' to gather more hands to defend Waterlures. The faun believed it was only a matter of time when the goblins would take notice of the growing village and undoubtedly hear (exaggerated) rumors of its wealth. Not to mention that it might be in the interest of some of those who played foul to see Waterlures fall.

Kasat had thought Kumil's plan was necessary and given it her approval.

This, of course, placed a larger burden on Fayoba's shoulders, for as Sheriff, he was the one supposed to take care that no plotting and scheming or other wickedness happened within the walls. It was something the assistant sheriff Rin had taken care of earlier, but now... Now with Rin gone along with Suwu, Cañar and Ova, and no word of them for nearly a year, it was Fayoba who would have to deal with dastardly plotters all alone.

Oh how he hoped Kumil would return soon!

And Rin and the others who had been gone for far too long.




OOC: And just as I was about to end this part, we got an artifact. While I didn't do a writeup of it, the artifact is a figurine of Tekkud/Pan, so it warrants a bit of attention. Here's a couple screenshots:

(https://i.imgur.com/8wIznO0.png)

(https://i.imgur.com/H6xFinm.png)

(https://i.imgur.com/MFlCJ1S.png)



=====

So I decided that we'll now start "book II" (or season 2, whatever you prefer), since there's been a bit of a break and I feel like something was concluded with the (tragic) end of Suwu's adventures, and it seems new plots are unfolding.

I'm still not done playing for the day, but decided to put out this part, since it's already quite long.

Feels good to be back in Waterlures.

...Though it might be that I'll be alternating between modes (and possibly between forts), since many of the "plots" are actually player-driven and won't happen on their own.

But when I eventually do these, would you prefer that I do a writeup of the events or keep them hidden and in the background? Like, let's say if (hypothetically speaking) Cañar goes and does some wicked necromancer stuff, would you like to have a written account of it or possibly hear later of such villainous activity in rumors/news or such?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on April 15, 2023, 02:40:17 pm
Ah what a loving tribute to Pan, i hope it will be displayed the libaray for all to see.

Season 2 looking good, a lot is happening in the world so im curious if any of the side adventures will rear their heads in some way.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 16, 2023, 12:54:00 am
@AvolitionBrit, I actually realized that the capies you encountered on your previous adventure were from Waterlures after all. It just looks like they're under false names, but the title 'Novice Monk' revealed that one of them is Etur Laborworth. He's the young capybara who joined the ranks of Vabôk's monks and was disappointed not to get enough training.

Do you have any recollection about where on the map you saw them? It's nothing important really, but I'm curious to know where they've been roaming.

I was thinking of bringing them back with Kumil and Zultan, but when I realized they've been met during an adventure, well, maybe let their 'important mission' run its course. Sometimes traveling militia members do return to the fort (at least I think this has happened to me before), but it might take months or years.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on April 16, 2023, 02:40:05 am
I'm excited for chapter two!

...Though it might be that I'll be alternating between modes (and possibly between forts), since many of the "plots" are actually player-driven and won't happen on their own.

But when I eventually do these, would you prefer that I do a writeup of the events or keep them hidden and in the background? Like, let's say if (hypothetically speaking) Cañar goes and does some wicked necromancer stuff, would you like to have a written account of it or possibly hear later of such villainous activity in rumors/news or such?
Why not a mix of both, some as rumors and some as written accounts.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: AvolitionBrit on April 16, 2023, 02:47:40 am
I approached Waterlures from the north during that time.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 16, 2023, 04:39:46 am
Curious. I wonder what their mission in the north might be?

Anyway, I'll be continuing the game now. Let's see if I get a writeup today done or will it take longer.

Oh, and 'Zultan' is very much alive and I brought him just back with Kumil. Now to redo all the unretiring stuff...
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 17, 2023, 07:42:17 am
Part II:
Building and Pondering

(https://i.imgur.com/BHttp5E.gif)

From the journal of Likot Languagehame, Mayor of Waterlures
1st of Slate, 372

“Finally Kumil returned with 'Zultan' from their mission to recruit new hands for the defense of Waterlures. It took them a mighty long time, and for a moment I feared that they, too, would not return. Were it not for the messages Kumil sent my way, I would have been much more worried.

Kumil said that what took them so long was that they did not dare go close to the south, where swords might have been more plentiful. No, going to hillocks and villages sworn to Ustuth Ïdath and the Unaging King were out of the question: their actions would attract unwanted attention there. And, as Kumil said, we certainly do not want the King to know that our forces are weak. In his words, 'Who knows what that wretched bastard of a ruler would do. It is a possibility that he or that oaf of a baron, Stukos, would send in troops for our protection.'

Neither did they go north. For several of the militia members went had gone that way already on an important mission (of which I will not go into detail here). Too many capybara folk wandering those lands could, too, attract attention. Attention from the Tight Torments or vile sorcerors raising the dead, who live there, as we have come to know from stories told by travelers. I shudder at the very thought of rotting corpses walking around, seeking to slay the very living!

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So they went west. To the old Elven Lands of Ula Tefe, the Growl of Pleating. And the few elves remaining there were reluctant to join our cause. They said it was 'no concern of theirs'. So Kumil and 'Zultan' had begged and begged, tried to get to know them better, help them out -- whatever they could do to gain their trust. To no avail.

But in the end they managed to gather an odd bunch of animal people to come aid us. Ana Talonspread, a fox woman who was familiar with sword and shield. Osime Waxrider, a muscular pig man with much energy in him (perhaps to the point of annoyance, if you ask me). Atera Fordwave, a coyote man capable not only with the sword, but also with words. Upu Realmsflax, a snow leopard man carrying a war hammer and a sly grin. And finally, Cóce Simplecreature, a large panda woman with some skill in spear, and much knowledge in herb and nature.

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They may not be what I expected, but they'll have to do. We are not unfamiliar to the ways of worshippers of Icemí, and we have a shrine dedicated to their 'force of nature'. Their beliefs are not so much different than our: perhaps Icemí is just one manifestation of almighty Ôsed?”



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1st of Hematite, 372

Summer arrived and the grass was once again green and trees with lush, verdant leaves.

And once again the capybara folk (and now many other races) were busy at work: for Waterlures had grown very much indeed. Even with those away from the village the population counted seventy-six! There was hardly any room for all, for rooms once occupied had to be kept empty until the return of their owners (this was very much agreed upon by all: everyone would eventually come back. They had to -- this was their true home, after all!).

So, new houses were planned and their sites chosen. Work on the temple to Ôsed could wait. This was of a more urgent nature. If there were no homes, there would be grumbling. And grumbling would lead to unhappiness and unhappiness into more serious things, and that mayor Likot could not have. No, not while she was in charge.

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Yet, housing was not the only concern.

Now that Waterlures had more hands to defend itself, those hands, of course, needed arms and armor. And that meant that the smelters and forges had to keep going. It was something that old Datan and the dwarf monks Vabôk and Unib were adamant about. The plump helmet man's forge would not suffice. While it had its special place in the hearts of the denizens of Waterlures, it was hardly efficiently located (so the dwarves said).

Thus, the old charcoal burning shelter was torn down and in its place would rise a new building of stone: one that housed smelters and forges and stores for iron and ore.



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9th of Galena, 372

Cusal Couragewiped, husband of late Baroness Kasat, was at the barracks teaching some tricks how to wield a bow. He was in a particularly jolly mood. Not because it was satisfactory to see how his lessons went through the thick skulls of others. No, it was because a particular cat, a small frail cat, had been following him lately. And now, it seemed he was the new owner of this magnificent feline! He had named her Limul Wheeledpartners, for she and Cusal were now like a wagon and wheels (it is debatable which one was the wheels) , and a lovely partnership flourished now between them.

Cusal truly adored cats for their aloofness.



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26th of Limestone, 372

The caravan from Ustuth Ïdath had just arrived, and most of the citizens were scurrying about fetching this and that for trade. But not Meng Manywalled.

No, the crow man hunter who had come to Waterlures somewhere around the turn of the year (he didn't quite remember when, but it certainly was before spring) was at his high home, which was perched upon long stilts, towering above many a roof. It was a fitting place for him. Almost as if the capybara folk had anticipated his arrival and built it for him (this, in fact, was not the case: it was built for one of the young capybaras who as child wanted to live up high, but as an adult didn't feel the same. So the house had stayed empty for quite some time). Such marvelous creatures these water-loving rodents, he thought.

But enough of that, for it was time to eat. Meng licked his beak and rubbed his tummy as he eyed the delicious-looking, fatty dish in front of him. It was one of Kib's specialties, and this was truly a unique one. The masterful stew contained plump helmets, sheep tallow and its secret, main ingredient was specially prepared tallow from a black-handed gibbon.

The fat crow looked mighty pleased as he drove his beak into the stew.



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2nd of Sandstone, 372

Once again Ôsed's blessing was upon Waterlures: a new girl was born.

Ònul Strickenrelics gave birth to Mistêm Strappedoil (that is the name the proud parents eventually gave the child) while tending to the blade weed fields close to Vabôk's Dyery. It was a rainy autumn day, but Ònul didn't mind. For she was feeling good -- thanks to several mugs of wine -- and having a child be born under the open sky with the Rabbit watching from above just made the day ever the better!



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2nd of Timber, 372

Sheriff Fayoba was particularly deep in thought as he trudged along and around Waterlures in the autumn rain. He was making his rounds to make sure everything was alright. It was still new to him, for not so long ago such things were not necessary. Waterlures was a peaceful place then, and the title of Sheriff was just that: a title.

Alas, such times were bound to end eventually. Fayoba knew that. Yet, it was not what he was thinking. No, there was something going on under the peaceful surface of this village he had come to so love. Some things are such that one can not just blame 'angry spirits' or 'unsavory characters visiting'. While the others had maybe forgotten such things -- whether due to foolishness or wanting to forget such wickedness -- Fayoba certainly hadn't forgotten.

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It was soon after the four disappeared when it happened: Edu's corpse was found south of the wall impaled on a ashen spear. This was one of those things Fayoba did not find any humor in. Only a cruel soul, full of the most vilest of evils, could have robbed Edu's body from his grave and desecrate his remains in such a macabre fashion.

But that was not all.

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Someone or something had done the same thing to the wombat brewer-chronicler's corpse.

At first it was agreed that it was certainly the work of some outsiders, though several insisted that it must have been the work of the angry spirits Yawo warned of. Unfortunately there were no leads, no nothing pointing to a possible culprit.

And so Fayoba had not looked closer or investigated the matter.

He had been a fool.

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When Ubbul passed away over a year ago due to old age finally catching him, the same happened again: his body was found north of the wall, just next to the unused guard house on the hilltop.

While it was a schocking affair, the winter and spring had been already rough and hard, so it was of the least of concerns: Cerol Giltfences had fallen through treacherous ice and drowned, and worst of all a creature of the Night, a lumbering troll had assaulted Waterlures slaughtering Monom Blazehelm, on of 'Zultan's' daughters, and Sodel Doorsteamy the two year old, and only child, of Ònul and Deler (fortunately they were blessed with more this year -- perhaps it will slightly ease their pain).

So Fayoba had left it be, since he too was harrowed, and at that moment had thought that maybe it was the doings of the night troll.

But what if it wasn't? What if the culprit were someone within the community and not someone from outside?

The thought disturbed Fayoba. It bothered him. And it lingered.

In his gut, he knew it was true.



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13th of Moonstone, 372

Winter arrived in Waterlures, and with it the lake froze. Work on new housing was completed, except for some furnishing, and the foundations of the new forges were laid. In anticipation of children eventually growing up and wanting their own homes, a new building was planned on the waters of the lake, between the House of Knowledge and the Oaken Gold, the crafters' guildhall.

However, it was not the concern of Olon Seerlances, the main healer of Waterlures after Yawo's passing. She was in one of the studies of the library , staring at a wall, thinking. The pig man Osime who was reading a book, lifted his gaze once in a while to wonder what was so interesting in that wall. But, of course, Olon was not actually looking at the wall, but past it, deep into her thoughts.

'Oh, it is not a simple matter, no. Ïteb and all the prophets coming and going have it all wrong,' she thought, trying to make sense of her speculations on belief. She had been mulling on it for quite some time now, and she was beginning to have doubts. She was never one of the religious kind: now and then she made a prayer or two the Prince, to keep her at bay, and once in a while she made a small offering to Mestthos for keeping them safe. That was more of habit than believing it was actually the god of Fortresses that protected them. She knew better: it was the strength of the Fenced Princes, Turquoise Veils and Vabôk's monks that had fought off perils.

'Perhaps it is just a desire to know, something natural to us all, that leads one to believe. For when one does not know the Truth, they make up their own truths...' She scratched the back of her neck trying to gather her thoughts.

“Yes, that is a starting point, isn't it?” She said aloud, startling the pig man.

“Uh, what? The wall?” The pig man spoke and looked at Olon, and then at the wall feeling quite confused.

“Oh, never mind. I must be off now,” she replied, only now realizing she had spoken aloud. “Keep on reading, pig man, maybe you will learn a thing or two.”

And she scurried to fetch some parchment and a quill to write down her thoughts. After that she would go see how preparations for the Winter Festivals were progressing.

And perhaps she might use the festivities as an excuse to forget the importance of belief for a moment and have some much needed time with friends and her husband.



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Boy, it feels sooo good to be back in Waterlures proper! And so much happening there too!

I decided that the weird impalings actually happened (still not sure what causes it, but so far its happened only to "adventurers"), and I have possible ideas what lies behind it all. We'll see if we eventually get to it.

We're meeting some old faces and new ones. Excited to see which ones take on new "leading" roles (in addition to those with important positions).

Ideas, suggestions, speculations and the usual etc are more than welcome!

(Perhaps the next update will have a Stonesense screenshot depending on how quickly building progresses)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: Salmeuk on April 17, 2023, 09:17:05 pm
nice to see and read the return. always great storytelling with your images.

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But in the end they managed to gather an odd bunch of animal people to come aid us. Ana Talonspread, a fox woman who was familiar with sword and shield. Osime Waxrider, a muscular pig man with much energy in him (perhaps to the point of annoyance, if you ask me). Atera Fordwave, a coyote man capable not only with the sword, but also with words. Upu Realmsflax, a snow leopard man carrying a war hammer and a sly grin. And finally, Cóce Simplecreature, a large panda woman with some skill in spear, and much knowledge in herb and nature.

this is awesome. did you intend to recruit one of each, or was that just how it happened?

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 17, 2023, 11:21:32 pm

this is awesome. did you intend to recruit one of each, or was that just how it happened?

I just teleported Kumil and Zultan with adventure mode back to Waterlures, and then made several new adventurers to accompany them. I chose the creatures on a whim, but the names and personalities they have are what the game came up with.

Just had to come up with some story why the two were away in the first place since there's no way to know why the game did such a thing (as far as I know).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: IncompetentFortressMaker on April 18, 2023, 12:13:42 am
Would a Legends examination of the two reveal what happened? Do you think it'd mention them going off and about?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 18, 2023, 02:00:45 am
Would a Legends examination of the two reveal what happened? Do you think it'd mention them going off and about?

No, it unfortunately doesn't reveal such things (it was the first thing I checked). :(

My guess is that it's something artifact related, since that's what NPCs do and there's some missing artifacts in Waterlures. Pretty sure they'd say "I'm on an important mission" if encounted in Adventure mode, but couldn't get any further info than that.

...But since the game doesn't reveal the info, I think it's fine to make up our own stories why they've been gone.

Edit. I'm actually more curious as to what caused the impalings of the three bodies. The only things the three share that I can think of is that they are created as Adventurers (but why haven't others been impaled then?). Or perhaps it's something related to their entity of origin (Edu was from a bandit camp, but the others were from our civ, so probably not that either) or some faction thing?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on April 18, 2023, 05:18:35 am
The whole impaling the dead on spears is a strange thing, probably the work of dark magics angry spirits.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 19, 2023, 04:08:55 am
Part III:
A Year of Toil

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10th of Granite, 373

Spring came swiftly after a rather uneventful winter (well. except for that case with a dwarf ghost rising and interrupting the Winter Festivals, but that has been dealt with), and as nature began to bloom, the flail of the Prince fell and claimed many a life.

Limul, the cat who only recently adopted Cusal passed away, succumbing to old age. As did Medtob, one of the two unicorns from Múya Loré.

And so too passed one of the dwarf scholars of the House of Knowledge: Zuntîr Trailspears the sage. In his final years he had settled among the capybara folk and authored 'Interpretations of the Verge Escapement' and 'Introduction to Animal Remedies'. Both were stored among the vast trove of knowledge, which Waterlures had accumulated -- it was certainly one of the largest, if not largest, libraries in the whole of Minbazkar.

And the capybara man scholar Tekkud could be thanked for that (may his soul rest in peace).



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13th of Granite, 373

It was odd. Nobody knew quite how it happened, but Likot Languagehame was mayor no more. In fact, none of the capybara folk were mayor any longer. The citizens' assembly of this spring had chosen otherwise, to the surprise of everyone.

It was an elf who was chosen to be the one to guide the capybaras this year. An elf poet named Fecici Lizardorgans who came to visit Waterlures in the midautumn several years back and gained citizenship only but a few months ago. None knew him very well, but he was good with words and the amount of life-experience he had was unbelievable -- he had practically lived before the birth of Ustuth Ïdath and the calender!

That is, if one believed his honeyed words.

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Likot Languagehame was not the least bothered to give up her position as mayor.

No, she was quite happy about it. The tremendous responsibilities of a mayor were something she disdained. As mayor, she was forced to control herself, though, she hardly tried to do so for she had abandoned all attempts already as a child. But the thought was there. Constantly. And it would have eventually driven her mad! The offense of such things! And another thing: there was hardly time for a party. Even during the Winter Festival she had to keep up her role of mayor. Even when she would have preferred to get stupid drunk and dance on the tables.

But now, ah, now. She still tasted the sweet wine brewed from the produce of the vineyards. Oh, and how it tingled in her mind! It felt good to be inebriated, walk outside and not be stuck in an office listening to petition after petition and making hard decisions for the future of Waterlures.

Even without an election she would have given up her position to Fecici if he would have asked.



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1st of Hematite, 373

Summer came and the breeze blowing from the lake changed into a warm one. Atop the hill, in the small cottage, which some called 'the Lovers' Hut', Reg Musclehame and Asmel Rocksborn were spending some time off. The two were young, still in their early teens, but “such age is a good one to spark some romance and love” as old Kib Spearmobbed, mother of Asmel had said to 'Zultan' when they shared a mug of wine at the Fruit of Letters.

So perhaps Waterlures would see a new couple still this year. At least, it was the hope of the elders, of whom many were saddened by young couples being separated by travels and in some cases even by death.



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4th of Hematite, 373

The elven merchants from Múya Loré left late that year. Their donkeys, giraffes and reindeer were packed with old clothing, which the citizens of Waterlures had given them in exchange for fruits and clothes of elven make. It was an odd deal, and even odder was that the new mayor, Fecici, gifted a large amount of socks and what-not to them. The fripperers from Ustuth Ïdath would have paid a pretty penny for that, but Fecici had insisted that it would improve the relations with the sensitive elves quite some.

It sounded reasonable enough for the capybaras. Besides, their stores were bursting from the amount of clothes they had hoarded. They could easily spare thrice the amount they offered.

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But Fayoba was not content. It bothered him. There were many things bothering him these days, and it, well, it bothered him very much. And he did not like that at all.

'Mighty convenient it was that Fecici became mayor just days before the elf merchants arrived,' he thought as he worked at the looms, spinning yarn into wool cloth. 'And staying so long here, too. Usually they leave once the trading is done. But not this time. Makes one wonder what's going on beneath the surface...'

And so he kept on thinking of possible plots and schemes as he worked.

He also thought that maybe he was thinking of such matters too much, and possibly, possibly he might need someone like Rin on his side to take care of things related to intrigue.



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7th of Galena, 373

Summer was in its last third when Logem Standardmartyr, one of the capybara weavers, suddenly felt it: a strange tingling sensation creeping up the spine into one's head. And then her mind was filled with a blur of thoughts and images, visions of materials and methods, and she felt herself loose control of her body. It was as if someone or something else controlled her.

All she understood was that she now had joined the ranks of those who were struck with a 'fey mood'.

And she headed off to make her Creation.

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And truly Logem created a masterpiece, an artifact which certainly would attract the envy of many a dwarf: Wirecarries the Frightful Feasts, a sheep wool sock!

It was a mystery the capybara folk had not yet solved, and probably never would. Why were the bearded ones so obsessed with socks? Legend told they had even fought terrible, bloody wars over the ownership of particularly unique ones.

Hopefully such a thing would not happen due to Logem's sock. The thought was terrifying.

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And so, as a precaution, the sock was sealed in the secure vaults of Waterlures, underneath the old baronial quarters.

By a dwarf.



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11th of Limestone, 373

The outpost liaison Tirist was quite surprised. Things had changed in Waterlures.

First, when he arrived with the dwarven caravan, he noticed that the old trade pavilion was being torn down and a new, obviously temporary one, was located just next to that so-called baronesses' tomb.

Second, the stairs to the mayor's office exhausted him. He must have put on some weight. Well, maybe that wasn't surprising or new at all, but once again he had forgotten the whole thing during the year that had passed.

Third, there was no capybara woman meeting him at the mayor's office. No, not one of those bathing rodents he had come to love and hate. The one meeting him was none other than one of those untrustworthy tree-lovers, an elf.

It was hard for Tirist to focus when listening to the sweet babbling of the pointy-eared one, who most certainly was up to no good.

He would have to report about this turn of events back at the Mountainhomes. Especially since the elf did not ask for anything from the dwarves when a trade agreement was supposed to be made (as is customary and proper), stating that they 'needed nothing from their kind' -- such an insult!



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20th of Limestone, 373

Trading with the dwarves from the Mountainhomes was just about concluded when Ònul Strickenrelics gave birth to her fourth child. A baby boy was born and he was to be named Feb Spokenpaper.



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16th of Sandstone, 373

It was not only written word the House of Knowledge birthed, for around midautumn new life sprung into existence. Olon Seerlances birthed a boy in a study of the library. It was not so long ago when she had thought of spending more time with her husband, and indeed that she apparently had done.

The amount of children in Waterlures was once again steadily growing.



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From the journal of Fayoba Claspedleap, Sheriff of Waterlures
5th of Timber, 373

“Two dwarves came by today. (I probably should note here for future readings, that we have closed the gates -- figuratively only, they are actually quite open -- from visitors for the time being. That, I believe, was a good decision from Fecici.) A burly dwarf named Edëm (he didn't seem like a bright fellow) and a sour, grumbling one named Tulon (I mean, she really was a dour one). They were looking for supplies for their harvest would not be bountiful enough this year. They said that they have a small mining camp just nearby, perhaps a half day's travel away to the southeast on the banks of river Swayedcrypt. Rivermine they called it.

Naturally we helped them out. After all, what manner of creature refuses those in need at the cusp of winter when their own stores are full to the brim with food?”



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7th of Moonstone, 373

Once again the year was nearing its end and winter came. The last remnants of the old trade pavilion had been torn down and parts of the quartzite road were dismantled, too. For a grand new trading bazaar was to rise in the place of the old trading place, and from its back wall the bridge to the House of Knowledge would open.

It was a grand project that would take a year or two until it was completed, but it was deemed to be worth it.

The Winter Festivals would be short this year -- if there would be even time for such matters for much was yet to be done. Work continued even when the first snow storms came.

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The new smelter and forge building was nearing completion: only the last few floors and roofing needed to be done. The building would serve a dual purpose. First and foremost it would be where ore was roasted and smelted into metals, and then forged into weapons and tools. Second, it would house a guildhall for metalsmiths, though there were hardly any smiths in the village.

But that might change in the future. The growing population of dwarves within the community had convinced the new mayor of that.

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Several new houses were already erected and furnished...

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...while some old ones had been expanded.

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More buildings rose over the lake, too.

There was much need for homes and workplaces, for Waterlures was growing and thriving. It was only a matter of time when the hamlet-turned-village could be considered a town proper.

These were exciting times in the settlement of capybara folk, for the future seemed prosperous and bright despite some tragic events and setbacks few years back. Yet, these were also frightening times, for growth meant that Waterlures would attract unwanted attention. Not the unwanted attention it had already received, but one of a more dire nature: the threat of vile forces of Darkness.



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2nd of Obsidian, 373

Finally, when Obsidian arrived on the calendar, the denizens of Waterlures (or at least tha majority of them) had time for the Winter Festivals.

So capybara folk, dwarf, elf and other creature gathered in the good old Fruit of Letters to celebrate the work they had accomplished this year. Everything had gone much quicker and smoothly than was expected. And to top it all, there were no unfortunate accidents when tearing down old buildings. This time the master carpenters and architects made sure everything was as secure as possible.

Work would continue the next year, albeit at a slower pace, so that other work could be done. However, now was not the time to think of such things, but rather of drink and song, of poetry and dance, of friend and family.

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...But as the capybaras rejoiced and made merry, happy and proud of their work, the foundations of a temple lay untouched. The long-planned place of worship dedicated to Ôsed, the Rabbit in the Sky, lay all but forgotten just a short distance northwest of the walls of Waterlures. Autumn leaves had gathered in corners, the oldest already turning to soil, though now blanketed by snow, and grass had begun to grow from between the floor stones left uncovered, while moss was slowly taking hold on some of the walls.

The winter gale coming from the lake moaned a song of sorrow as it blew betwixt the half-finished pillars of cinnabar.






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So, it's starting get quite crowded within the walls as new buildings arise. It's surprisingly fun to figure out spots where to build new stuff, where to expand buildings and what possibly to tear down.

Not really surprised that an elf became a mayor. Damn immortals having all the time in the world to hone their social skills.

What was surprising was that the miner/prospector camp I founded on my last turn (or was it earlier?) is now economically linked to us. It actually fit very, very well into my plans. I'd been thinking how to introduce the place to Waterlures without it being too forced, but well, guess the game took care of that on its own.

Speaking of camps. For the next update I'll do just a little bit of spring (to see if anyone dies of old age -- Kib being the most probable as she's 76 or 77), then hop out of Waterlures to do several other things. It'd be silly of some plots just were in stasis for years and years. But at the most it'd be probably a (ingame) season or two out of Waterlures. Not sure how much of those I'll write.

After those are done I'll hop back into our beloved village.

Suggestions, thoughts, yadda-yadda -- you know the deal.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: King Zultan on April 19, 2023, 04:51:55 am
I really like the stonesence screen shots as they give a much better idea of what the town looks like. Also the place has grown quite a bit since the last time we saw it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress (Succession Game)
Post by: brewer bob on April 19, 2023, 06:34:11 am
Yeah, while I don't normally like using visualizers (or non-ASCII tilesets), Stonesense does a good job showing multiple levels with its isometric view. So, its use is approved. :D

It's quite a bit how Waterlures has changed and grown during its time (49 years old now, so soon 50!). Here's a comparison:


What I really like is how it's been growing organically instead of being a pre-planned "this is how the village/town will look like" thingie.

I've got loads of future plans for the infrastructure, so it'll be interesting to see what the place looks like after, let's say, ten ingame years (and how many of my plans change).

(Edit. Slightly modified the thread title. I guess I should update the first post too at some point to reflect the changes from a succession game to maybe a semi-succession game/story, or what the heck should we call this kind of gameplay?)

(Edit 2. If someone wants to check the Legends of early 374 or mess around with the world, here's the save: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16576 )
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on April 19, 2023, 01:36:14 pm
awesome. those temple foundations are evocative. and the stonesense screenshots ? SO GOOD. The birds-eye perspective really shows the effort put into realistic architecture.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 19, 2023, 01:49:42 pm
awesome. those temple foundations are evocative. and the stonesense screenshots ? SO GOOD. The birds-eye perspective really shows the effort put into realistic architecture.

Thanks! I do like to do some "research" on medieval architecture (that is, look at pictures and possibly floorplans if I find any) and get some ideas from there. Not that I'm really aiming for a completely realistic style -- mainly just taking some inspiration. It'd be nice if we'd at some point get more building materials into DF like cob and wattle & daub plus some nice thatched roofs. (Of course those could be modded in, but no point in a straw roof if you can't burn it once it's built. :P )
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 20, 2023, 04:05:47 am
I've always been impressed by your buildings in this and how you manage to make them look like actually houses instead of the featureless rectangles we see in other forts.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 21, 2023, 02:34:16 am
Just a small update on the situation.

I'm currently doing some "behind the scenes" stuff in the world of Minbazkar. Mainly testing out stuff and adding some new adventurer camps as locations to make the world feel a bit more alive. After that's done, the plan is to do a short Rivermine (the mining camp close to Waterlures) update and possibly a Cañar update (though I might keep it secret) before returning to Waterlures.

So, it might take several days for a proper update.

I'll perhaps later today make a short post about one of the sites I've already completed (in similar fashion as I did about Lonecanyon).

(Edit. Also, apparently imgur is doing some kind of cleanup and whatnot (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=175875.msg8470228#msg8470228), so I've just in case taken backups of the whole thread with images up to page 34. Not sure if the imgur changes will affect my posts, since they're made with an account -- the terms of service update post wasn't really that clear or maybe I'm just dumb.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 21, 2023, 03:28:29 am
Guess it's a good thing I don't use imgur, if you need a new one I use Imgbb.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on April 21, 2023, 02:16:33 pm
no you didn't miss it, they made this announcement opaque on purpose, no doubt for legal reasons. backup is a good idea. I wish I had the patience to sort through all my OLD old threads to recover... since 2020 or so, I keep a habit of saving all journal entries and associated images on my harddrive. 
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 22, 2023, 02:07:47 am
Lestusothsin - Rabbitbowed

(https://i.imgur.com/4or9sEx.gif)

In the early spring of the year 374 a way temple built to glorify and praise Ôsed, the almighty Rabbit in the Sky, was completed in the temperate savannas of Kost Batow, the Steppe of Trades, just south of the sands of the Cruel Waste.

Not far southwest from the very location of the temple, furious battles were fought between the humans of the Just Unions and the vile sorcerers of the Homes of Ownership nearly two centuries ago. Legends are still told of those battles where the humans were victorious -- though their losses were heavy.

Yet we all know that those victories were to little effect, for much of the northern lands fell under the onslaught of Undeath.

(https://i.imgur.com/6SoCJu8.png)

The temple is located at a once well-traveled crossroads.

To the west at the coast lies the town of Unitebrands, once part of the Distant Confederations, and put to ruin by the hydra Gulsheb Castlespurt the Rapid before the fourth century. Seeing their moment come, the Prestigious Glazes took over. They are another group of foul sorcerers, rumoredly ruled by an ancient dwarf necromancer, Kadol Dimpledbronze, from the tower of Islandfences.

The road to the east takes to the dwarven fortress of Controlledseal, into the kingdom of the Bent Spears. It is their last fortress that still stands to this day, for all others have fallen either to goblin or undead.

The road north leads to many a place, but there is very little left for the traveler to see. Only scattered hamlets, hillocks, monasteries and castles have survived the wars that have torn the land, laying it into complete ruin.

(https://i.imgur.com/8NuVuqZ.png)

Yet these roads are still frequented by some who dare travel the treacherous wilds, whether due to sheer foolishness or religious fervor in the form of a pilgrimage. And this is why a group of monks -- all animal people -- who worship Ôsed decided to build Lestusothsin, Rabbitbowed: to serve the dual purpose of a resting place for the weary body and a shelter for the righteous soul.

As well as a literal shelter from whatever evil may linger in the dark.

(Though, some might rudely say that the animal people just couldn't handle civilized life, but didn't want to completely return to the wild, so a temple away from, but close to civilization was a compromise.)

(https://i.imgur.com/JApA5Lh.png)

The entrance of the temple leads to an antechamber from which there are doors to offices on both sides, and straight ahead double doors open to the temple proper: a tall, dome roofed hall lined with pillars and with a raised platform at its end.

(https://i.imgur.com/Qw5O49v.png)

The first floor contains the common room, which serves as the temple's library also, and the cells of the monks and lay members living in Rabbitbowed.

(https://i.imgur.com/cC1Gikm.png)

And the roof. Well, there is not much to see there, except for the magnificent view that opens from it down the slopes to the east. A wondrous place to watch the sun rise!

(https://i.imgur.com/ICmaKGZ.jpg)

A view of the way temple from the northwest.

(...but not really much to see there either.)



=====

Forgot to post this yesterday, sorry!

Nothing much really going on in this place, but just felt like making a site somewhere between major sites. Maybe some adventurer will visit it some day?

Doesn't really look like much in Stonesense (I sort of wanted to do a 'featureless rectangular' building after King Zultan's comment of such things :P ), but it's actually quite nice when walking around in Adventure mode.

Based the design on the floorplans of a way temple found in ye old WFRP 1st edition core book (damn, the maps in it are good -- why are all modern ttrpg maps so crappy compared to those of the 80s?).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 22, 2023, 04:53:34 am
Doesn't really look like much in Stonesense (I sort of wanted to do a 'featureless rectangular' building after King Zultan's comment of such things :P ), but it's actually quite nice when walking around in Adventure mode.
Glad what I said was inspiring especially since it created something that nice looking.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 22, 2023, 12:05:19 pm
Taking a bit longer than expected with all the Adventurer camp stuff. I always forget how slow it is if you make anything bigger than a small hut (fortunately ingame time hasn't been more than maybe a month or so). Hopefully I'll have that sorted by tomorrow and then I can get to actual playing and writing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on April 22, 2023, 06:33:19 pm
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Yet these roads are still frequented by some who dare travel the treacherous wilds, whether due to sheer foolishness or religious fervor in the form of a pilgrimage. And this is why a group of monks -- all animal people -- who worship Ôsed decided to build Lestusothsin, Rabbitbowed: to serve the dual purpose of a resting place for the weary body and a shelter for the righteous soul.

nicely storied! yeah stonesense reveals the true scale of our construction efforts, which is to say, rather tiny, even with 3 z-levels of wall and roof.  the graphics also give a certain quaintness, like the settlement was photographed from above, or drawn in a book of fantasy.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 24, 2023, 10:58:45 pm
Part IV:
The Badger, the Fairy and the Rooster

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28th of Slate, 374

“Oh, wake up now, will you?”

It was the voice of Amane and her fluttering around his head that woke Oko up. He sat up, yawned and rubbed his eyes. There was hardly any light coming in from outside, but judging by the little there was, it was dawn. And not a good one at that: he could hear the pattering of rain on the roof and walls of the cottage.

Grumbling and snarling at the pesky fairy, he began to pull on his trousers and tunic. Fine day, indeed. Today was supposed to be the day when he'd finally do what he had intended to do for a long time: leave the safety and familiarity of the woodlands of the Hill of Sweetness, heading off to the larger world to see if the stories Iden told were true.

“You better start moving that squat, hairy frame of yours before I come and annoy you,” Amane taunted the badger man as she whirled around his head, easily dodging his sloppy attempts to slap her with his paw.

“You couldn't annoy me more, Amane,” Oko the badger man grumbled. He turned his attention away from the golden haired fairy to a rooster perched next to the ladder leading to the sleeping loft. “Fine morning we're having Mister Goden Arrowhatchet, aren't we, eh?” He asked the rooster who cocked his head and clucked inquisitively. Goden's response slightly cheered Oko, like it almost always did. “Thought so. Come now, we have some work to do before we leave.”



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Dáktårem, Treethimbles, was a small farmstead in the Hill of Sweetness, a vast magical area in the middle of the Plain of Corridors. It was within the realms claimed by the tyrannical Unaging King, Såkzul Cudgeltapers of Ustuth Ïdath. Yet, the sorceror-king had not established hold over the mirthful lands where fairy and faun and magical beast lived in peace, though several hillocks were slowly encroaching on the blessed land.

While none dared openly to oppose the king, many made choices in their lives to get far from his grip (as we know from the founders of Waterlures). Such was the case with Treethimbles: a dwarf merchant named Thîkut Goodcrypts and her husband Urist Lanceslings chose to leave the hillocks of Treatytraded and enter the magical woodlands.

They were somewhat familiar with the Hill of Sweetness, since Treatytraded was one of the encroaching hillocks. And once they had found a nice spot next to a small waterfall at the confluence of Pastbristle and Tonefleck, several badger people, who were curious of the dwarves, offered to help them build houses.

Once the farmstead was completed -- not so long ago -- the badger folk wished to stay with the dwarves (who now numbered five, for three others had joined their ranks). After holding council, the dwarves accepted the petition of the animal people.

(https://i.imgur.com/telKaCX.png)

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Not long after, Oko and Amame arrived at Treethimbles. They had heard from other fey creatures of the forest that a small band of dwarves had entered the woods.

And from the dwarves they had heard much of the larger world. It seemed like a vast and exciting place, and both were thrilled of the thought of traveling to distant lands.

(“But what about the rooster, Goden? How'd he join the two?” I hear you ask. Well, Goden was just a normal rooster from a not-so-normal farmstead before Oko's arrival. You see, when the badger man saw the odd bird, he adopted it as his own, and the dwarves seeing how the two got along, could not find it in them to deny such friendship -- one could always head to Treatytraded and trade for a new cock if need be.)



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Oko climbed down from the loft and looked out of the door. Indeed, it was raining, but not as much as he had first thought by the sound of it.

Amane, however, was very displeased as she darted out and made a short dance in the air, “Oooh! It's raining on me! My wings and hair are all wet! It makes me so grouchy!”

“Well come inside then,” Oko laughed at the fairy, shaking his head. Amane was a pitiful sight: lacy wings all dripping water and her long golden locks glued to her face, with her hooked nose sticking out from between them. “It's dry in here. Help me with cooking, will you?”

(https://i.imgur.com/uvcLtwq.png)

Oko took some hammerhead shark intestines, fisher berries and goat cheese from the communal food stores, preparing well-made sausages from them. He was surprised and very much satisfied by it, for he didn't think that he was much of cook (or, in fact, he didn't think he was particularly good in anything). Even Amane enjoyed the smell of the freshly made food.

“Hurry up, hurry up! Now take it to the others so we may be off,” Amane said impatiently as she sat on a barrel, waving her tiny legs restlessly. “The sooner we get away from all these folk and this tangled greenery, the better.”

“There's still one more thing I promised to do,” Oko said as he stepped out into the rain.

(https://i.imgur.com/4NLAm9f.gif)

He quickly made his way through the rain to the building next to the cottage. It was where most of the indoor work of the farm were done: carpentry, threshing, weaving, crafting and most importantly, if you asked the dwarves, brewing.

Up the stairs he went to a platform which housed a small workshop with all sorts of craftsman's tools. He went to the chest, rummaged through it and headed to the table with parchment and scroll rollers in hand.

(https://i.imgur.com/4MDdcO6.gif)

So Oko set to work as Amane buzzed around, once in a while annoying the badger man, but fortunately mostly petting Goden and telling the rooster how amazing he was.



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The rain had stopped when Oko finished his work and made his way to the roundhouse where Iden lived. The sky was clear and the rays of the sun filtered through the spring leaves in a greenish yellow hue, but the air was cold and some shallow ponds had a thin sheet of ice.

Slightly shivering, Oko pulled Ethírzolak -- his sheep wool hood -- on tighter as he stepped into the cold and across the field of grass to the door of the house.

Up the stairs he went to Iden's room, where the dwarf with sparse, slightly graying burnt umber hair was still waking up. The dwarf blinked his eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep and tried to quickly brush his long beard with his fingers.

“Good morning, Iden,” Oko said as he offered a sausage to the dwarf. “Here's breakfast.”

“Oh, how kind of you! Thank you,” Iden smiled, despite having a general sad mood to him. “May Ôsed be praised to have the likes of you around me.”

“Here, I just finished these for you,” Oko replied sticking the two scrolls he had made at Iden. “You can get right to work next time you need to write something important down.”



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After a rather long and informative discussion with Iden about the journey ahead of Oko, the badger man went to say goodbyes to the rest of the dwarves (and offering them some sausages). Finally when that was done, the three were ready to set off.

Walking down the slope and following the stream Pastbristle, they ran into some of the other badger folk living in Treethimbles. They tried to persuade Oko and Amane to stay, saying that nothing good certainly lay outside the safety of the Hill of Sweetness.

Perhaps it was true, for Iden had told many a horrifying (but intriguing and exciting) story from the north. One thing had particularly stuck in the mind of Oko: a dark tower named Finderblunts from where evil sorcerors had waged a terrible war against the living with armies of dead. The very thought of such an abomination against the very nature of Icemì made Oko and Amane shiver, despite them both being brave souls (at least if you asked them).

But, nevertheless, the decision was made: Oko, Amane and Goden would explore the world.

(https://i.imgur.com/oVye9Yr.png)

First they would head west until the river turned its course south. From there they should look to the northwest and make their way between the northernmost peaks of the Russet Points and the small mountains of the Solitary Teeth. It would eventually lead them to a river and following it downstream they would come to a place called Lonecanyons.

It would be their first stop on the way a village named Waterlures.

For Iden had given a task to the badger man: he had recently finished an essay titled 'The Book of Merriment', and he wanted it to be taken to the village. And not anywhere in the village, but to “a magnificent palace, a treasury, a trove of unimaginable wealth: the House of Knowledge.”

It was a place Iden had visited, and even lived in. The tales he had told of the place -- not only the palace, but the whole village -- was something Oko could hardly believe. Amana was certain it was an exaggeration, no one could escape the Unaging King so openly. “That's why you dwarven lot came into our lands in the first place,” she had said.

In a few days they would find out if the tales were true.



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Into the wilds they headed, walking through the hilly region carpeted with knot grass, with persimmon trees in bloom among the feather trees with their soft downs rustling in the breeze.

(https://i.imgur.com/nvmEzbV.png)

They followed the directions of Iden, turning northwest at the rivers bend and heading for the peaks. It was not such a long trek before the beautiful peaks of the Russet Points loomed in the horizon.

(https://i.imgur.com/Xt2dtIS.png)

Gray clouds had gathered in the sky and rain fell down when they reached the gap between the mountain ranges. Oko estimated the sun to be high in the western sky behind the clouds, but it was rather hard to tell. Soon they would have to find a place to make camp, and preferably not under the open sky for Amana's complaints were getting on Oko's nerves.

(https://i.imgur.com/SIY0iG0.gif)

They came to a stream, which they were unsure of whether it was the one that led to Lonecanyons or not. After a short discussion, Oko and Amane decided it had to be the stream, for Goden began following it on his own.



(https://i.imgur.com/AvXldBZ.gif)

The sky had cleared and the sun was in the western sky, slowly making its descent towards the horizon. As Oko and Amana were thinking of setting camp under one of the the highwoods with a thick canopy, they heard curious voices, which had a rhythmic whistling tone to them.

They headed to investigate through the brush, and soon enough, they saw a bunch of cardinal folk ahead of them telling jokes and laughing.

“Good evening madame,” Oko addressed a plump cardinal woman. “How has your day been, if I may be so bold to ask?” He tried to be as polite and as refined as possible, for he had taken a liking to eloquent speech during the short time he had stayed with the dwarves.

“Hmpf! All day long arguing, just constant arguing,” the cardinal woman sputtered out. “So terrible, so terrible. It makes me so bitterrrr,” her last word ending in a short, melodic trill. Oko found it pleasing to the ear. Amana not so much, and if the cardinal folk would have paid attention to the fairy, they would have seen her looking at them with her nose turned up and arms crossed in front of her breast.

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Oko said.

He then tried to ask more about the cardinal folks' lives in the area and if they possibly knew of such places as Lonecanyons or Waterlures, but they were hardly of any help and didn't seem to know where the stream led, and besides they did not live here and that the badger man should leave them alone (Amane agreed on this very much).

So, Oko gave up trying to make friends with the winged ones.



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As they continued, following the stream and looking for shelter at the same time, Amane, who once in a while flew above the treetops, exclaimed that she saw in the distance what appeared to be the roofs of some structures next to a ravine. “It fits Iden's description, mighty well,” she said to Oko.

Nightfall was still some ways off, so they decided to push it, and try to make it there before dark.



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The sun was sinking in the western horizon and the clear sky was painted an orangish hue. The breeze from the east was getting colder as night drew closer, and one could see their breath in the air.

Ahead of the three rose a walled structure of white stone, complete with fortifications and gatehouses. From behind the walls they saw a taller building rise, which they assumed was the keep of the settlement. Neither Oko nor Amana had ever seen such a sight, and the architecture struck them with awe.

“Oh look, Amane,” Oko said to the fairy as he eyed the sturdy walls jaw agape. “Can you imagine such a place exists?”

“Well, now I can,” she replied, flying a little bit higher to get a better view. “But I do not understand the purpose of those walls. Are they supposed to stop someone? Why, I could just easily fly over them!”

“Not everyone can fly, Amane,” the badger man chuckled. “Come let's go inside and find the lord. Iden said we should talk to him first.”

So they walked towards the eastern gatehouse, across the field of grass and flowers with logs of felled trees here and there, waiting to be put to use.



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“Halt! Who goes there?” A scratchy voice called from above as the travelers entered the courtyard.

Oko turned to look up and saw on the ramparts a dwarf draped in a toga and a cloak. A hood was pulled onto her head.

“Greetings, lady dwarf,” Oko replied and waved a hand towards his companions. “I am Oko Laborpocket and these are my friends, Amane Groveautumns and Goden Arrowhatchet.”

“Well hello then, badger man,” the dwarf said back, raising an eyebrow as she looked curiously at the three. “My name is Mafol Pagespreads. What is your business at Lonecanyons at this time of the day?”

“Forgive us for our late arrival. We come from the Hill of Sweetness, sent by Iden Ringedflax who told us to seek counsel of the local lord.” Oko bowed his head, for he thought it was something one was supposed to do in these kinds of situations.

“Ah, that'd be lord Thob then, ruler of the Joyous Canyon. Quite the flatterer, he is,” Mafol said to the badger man, appearing much more relaxed. “Just head over the courtyard into the keep there. He'll be in the main hall unless he's already retired to his quarters upstairs.”

“Thank you, my lady,” Oko bowed once more and turned to walk over to the keep with Amane flying next to his ear, whispering nasty things about the appearance of the dwarf.



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Oko had hardly time to admire the grand hall he entered as a dwarf dressed in a billowing silk shirt and open, flowing leather robe approached the three. He was bald and with a long dark brown beard and braided sideburns.

“A badger, a fairy and a rooster,” the dwarf said, eyeing them curiously with his slightly sunken aquamarine eyes as he petted Goden. “Now I've seen it all. Ah, but where are my manners? My name is Thob Praisedglazes and I am lord of the Joyous Canyon. Who have I the honor of addressing, if I may ask?”

“My name is Oko Laborpocket and this is--”

“I am Amane Groveautumns,” Amane interrupted the badger man. “And I am very capable of introducing myself, thank you, and enough of this talking of this and that. Let's get straight to the point: we need a place to stay for the night and directions to a place called Waterlures.”

“Ah, I see,” the lord smiled. “Not much of the talkative type then, eh? Do not worry, my friends, you will have a roof over your head for the night, or as long as need be. But, come now, first we must eat, for certainly you must be famished after a day on the road? And in the morrow after a good night's rest and with full belly, I will tell you about Waterlures.”




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A view of Treethimbles.



=====

Yeah, took quite a bit with all the adventurer forts, but now we're back playing.

This update came out much longer than intended as I just began to write and ramble about all kinds of "unimportant" stuff, like usual. I'll try to keep the next ones a bit less lengthy so that these side ventures don't take too much time, but we'll see. If I feel like it's too long, then I'll just skip a couple ideas I have.

Maybe a day or two before the next update (unless something unexpected comes up).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 25, 2023, 03:56:11 am
I'm okay with things being slower in order for you to get all your ideas done and written.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 26, 2023, 02:26:22 am
So, uh.

It looks like Hellsieges (the camp Cañar and the others built) is messed up. Insane lag and I think we've encountered the animal population explosion bug or something that can happen during camp building.

It was already somewhat laggy when the camp was built, but I didn't really pay attention to it, and looks like the populations have grown quite a bit during the couple ingame years after it. (Also, Fencereined has a gorlak population explosion, but this we knew already.)

I have no idea how to deal with this, except trying some DFHack 'exterminate <creature>' several thousand times (and I don't know if it'd even help). I think the populations will just grow and grow, if something isn't done? So, if that's the case, I'd rather not leave the problem untouched and scrap Hellsieges (which I considered).

What to do?

(Here's a screenshot from south of Hellsieges' palisade after a couple exterminate test runs. Enjoy the carnage:)

(https://i.imgur.com/eyxbbcz.png)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 26, 2023, 02:29:33 am
Damn that's a lot of bodies.

Can't help fix the problem though as I've never messed with DFHack.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 28, 2023, 05:56:14 am
I decided to ignore the issue with the Hellsieges animal population explosion for now. It's not like the camp is a super important place any longer (though I did build some new stuff there before the lag hit), so let's just not go there.

So, possibly in a day or two I'll have the next update (depending on how quick things go), after which we'll (hopefully) return once again to Waterlures proper, oblivious to the fact there's something horribly wrong with animals reproducing in a certain part of the north. (Who knows, maybe it's a curse sent down by Ôsed due to Cañar turning to the dark side?)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 29, 2023, 03:05:15 am
I just realized something, do we need to back up this tread to keep images from being lost because imgur killing itself?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 29, 2023, 03:26:29 am
I took backups until the most recent update after I read about the imgur thing, but I haven't uploaded them anywhere as of yet. And as my laptop could die any time (it's old and messed up -- I have to use an external keyboard, mouse and what-not to be able to use it), it wouldn't hurt if someone else has backups too. So, if you feel like it, go ahead and backup the thread just in case.

(Edit. Also, writing of the next update is progressing well. I might get it up today, but I've got some other stuff I want to do too, so it'll probably be up tomorrow)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 29, 2023, 03:39:21 am
I'll grab this after I finish the one I'm working on right now.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 29, 2023, 02:21:34 pm
Part V:
Before and After

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1st of Felsite, 374
The Mining Outpost of Rivermine

Ral Curlrock sat at her desk. She put down her quill and laid her hands on the arms of her chair. Finally she had completed it, a guide to Rivermine, which she had titled 'The Camp: Before and After'. She thought it a very clever name, since it began with her, Edëm, Tulon and Rith searching for a place to establish a mining outpost almost precisely three years ago, and went through all its phases and hardships until this very day.

Yes, she had much reason to be satisfied, and certainly baron Stukos would be pleased to read it (naturally Ral glorified and praised the baron in it to such an extent that it would make most people cringe).



(Several excerpts from The Camp: Before and After, authored by Ral Curlrock)

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“The mine shaft of Rivermine penetrates deep into the very heart of the earth mischievous Ôsed formed in the times before the beginning of times, through a variety of layer of stone gifted to us by the grace of the Gods of Rock: strong and sturdy granite, grainy schist and the dark-colored basalt and andesite.”

“The shaft punctures into and through the winding hollows and caves concealed within the rock, with incredible beasts of both benign and foul nature living in said caverns -- though, Rivermine has been blessed by the Golden and none of the latter have been sighted.”

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“As we, the mountain folk of Ustuth Ïdath under glorious rule of His Unaging Majesty, King Såkzul Cudgeltapers, very well know, the deep hollows of the earth hold a plentitude of danger. Therefore we erected palisades around the entries to the mines.”

“They would, naturally, be of no use against flying creatures and avian predators, or -- may the Prince of Duty protect us -- if one of the ancient horrors of legends comes from the dark.”

“These measures were taken immediately after the breach, for the safety of my servants and the subjects of the King are of my greatest concern. We did, however, encounter a few cave swallow men before the palisade rose -- they were possibly of a tribe of some sort, barely intelligent. Fortunately they merely took a peek into the shaft and were off, and have not been since then.”

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“As I had expected, and as wise Stukos Matchedsabres, the rightful baron of Waterlures, clearly had known (for indeed in his infinite wisdom he had sent us to this place for a reason), the ore we sought was deep within the bowels of the earth.”

“The first hollows we breached yielded not much but gem, and we had to delve all the way until we broke into a second layer until we struck red ironstone. Were it not for my insistence and the word of the baron on my side, the others certainly would have given up a long time ago and abandoned the whole venture as a waste.”

“I, for one, never had any doubts of the success of our mission.”

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“Above on the surface Rivermine has grown in these few years. What started off as two buildings that served as living and working place along with storage, has now grown to include many a structure. On the north, we have built a house with a communal dining area and living space above. On the south, we have stables, and a guard house, which has a kitchen, main hall and living spaces.”

“In the guard house, next to the bridge we built over river Swayedcrypt, is an office, which shall serve as a toll keeper's office. It is only right that the great baron Stukos will be paid for the effort he has put into offering passage over the treacherous waters.”

“It is my hope that one day the bridge will be named Sazir Stukos, the Bridge of Razors, in honor of our benevolent benefactor.”

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“Indeed, the future of Rivermine looks bright and prosperous: we have struck rich veins of ironstone, gems are abundant and we have safe passage over the river. May Mestthos protect us and the generous baron's wealth until the moment we have prepared proper defenses.”




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4th of Felsite, 374
The Tower of Islandfences

“Ah, so you have finally come. I have been expecting you.”

It was the dwarf with his back turned to the large elephant man who spoke with a grating, raspy voice. He was looking at a statue of a dwarf in front of him, unfazed by the intrusion into his chambers. On his right side was a child, once an elf, now only a shriveled husk kept alive with dark magics. On his left side was another child, once a goblin, now but a mere memory of a lively child, sitting on an iron table. The plague thrall children were playing a soulless form of make believe -- something they would continue to do for the rest of eternity.

A slight smile came to the elephant man's face as he watched them, as at the same time he dodged the pitiful attempts of an animated corpse to wail at him. “Yes, I know. I seek Kadol, are you him?” The elephant man said to the dwarf, continuing, “I am Cañar Spiritcoal the Armored Groove of Persuaders. And I have come to bring this world to peace.”

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The dwarf slowly turned around. He was holding a hatch cover made of bones in his hands. He set it aside calmly, then turned to look Cañar in the eyes with a deep, penetrating gaze with his amethyst eyes. “No, I am not Kadol,” he finally answered, “I am Lokum Armoresteemed, and I am the overlord of Islandfences in his absence.”

Before Cañar found the words to respond, the dwarf continued, looking at the mockeries of children, “It is good that you have come to realize what true peace is. Life, is in a word, torture.”

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“Yes, I was wrong for a long time,” Cañar spoke, “I and my companions, we saw the likes of you -- and now me -- as the true enemy...” He paused for a moment, sidestepping another blow from the wasting corpse next to him.

“But I have been contemplating for a few years on it now,” he continued, “I spoke with the True Gods. And I understood. Life, as you said, is torture. Torment. Seeking to inflict suffering. Giving and taking. Mostly taking. Causing unimaginable pain... But once there is no Life, no emotion, there is... Peace. I can feel it now in me.”

“Good, good,” the dwarf said with a grin, “Eventually all will come to the same conclusion. But you did not seek me only to tell this, no?”

“No,” the elephant man said, “I have come to offer my fealty. The Dawn of Peace will pay homage to the Prestigious Glazes -- if you will accept such a thing.”

The dwarf looked Cañar from head to toe, rubbed his beardless chin and said with a broad smile, “I accept your offer.”



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5th of Felsite, 374

Cañar opened the door that led into the hillside and stepped in. He had arrived at Grownwaters, the retirement home of his former traveling companion Ova.

“Ova, are you home?” Cañar said with a raised voice as he noticed the main hall empty, the tables covered in dust and cobwebs in the corners of the roof. He stepped into the hallway leading to Ova's chambers, continuing, “Old friend, it is I, Cañar. We must speak.”

No answer.

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He searched the house, adjacent buildings and the surroundings, but there was no sign of the mandrill man. 'So you are not here, then. A pity. I would have very much liked to see you. Tell you what I have learned,' Cañar thought as he re-entered Ova's home and walked back to the hallway, looking at the hatch at its end.

He turned to look at the four shambling human corpses following him. They were moaning all the time, mindlessly, and a couple were dragging their entrails behind them. “Well, it looks like my friend isn't here,” he spoke to them, despite very well knowing they had no semblance of intelligence to them. He sighed.

“It matters not. There is something else I came here for,” he continued and reached down to open the trapdoor.

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He walked down the steep stairs, stepped on the sand floor and walked to the end of the room where a casket lay with two pedestals next to it.

The animated corpses followed him obediently.

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He opened the casket and a waft of foul air carrying the scent of death came out, but Cañar was unperturbed by it. It was a comforting smell, a smell he had come to embrace: the smell of peace.

“My friend Rin,” he said to the corpse in the casket, covered in gem, coin and other goods, “Forgive me to disturb your peace, but time has come for you to wake up. There is still work we have to do.”

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The elephant man made a simple gesture with his hand as he looked at the body he had laid on the sand. The darkness in the room seemed to become momentarily darker as the eyes -- or what was left of them -- of the dead goblin began to glow an eerie blue. The corpse shuddered and began to move.

Cañar smiled.




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8th of Felsite, 374
The Keep of Lonecanyons

Oko had lost track of days while he was staying in Lonecanyons, helping out in all manner of chores and building work -- mainly finishing the roofing of one peasant house. Possibly over a week had gone by (it was no use asking Amana, for the fairy often forgot if it's morning or night), but then again the badger man was in no hurry.

However, today he would continue his journey towards the place called Waterlures, for he had heard much more about it while staying at the keep.

“...And so I saw the dwarves were good and, and -- wait, no,” Oko scratched his badger head as he stumbled in his words. He was telling a story of how he came to live with the dwarves of Treethimbles, but kept forgetting all the details. He really wasn't much of a story teller, and he kept backtracking all the time and changing the story. It was awful to listen to, and one could see it on lord Thob's face (even though he tried to be polite and appear to listen with interest).

“Ah, now I got it!” The badger man exclaimed as he thought he remembered the end of the story, “So, it was this Iden, a dwarf, he saw that we had, had -- what do you call it? -- ah! Potentia. Yes, potentia, some kind of, um, magic? Yes, some kind of magic thing in us...”

“I. See,” Thob said with an awkward smile, “But let us not tarry any longer. You must be on your way now if you intend to reach some semblance of shelter before nightfall. You are, of course, welcome back anytime you wish, fair badger man...” The dwarf paused for a moment, and continued, “...And fairy and rooster. It has been an honor being your host.”

And so Oko, Amana and Goden the rooster said their farewells (well, Goden really didn't, nor did Amana, since she forgot to) to the good lord Thob, made one final check that they had everything with them, and set off towards the village of the capybara folk.



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And so the journey of Oko, Amana and Goden continued with them heading first northwest towards the hillocks of Tradeplay. It was already late when they set foot, and the sun was in the west heading swiftly towards the horizon. They could've waited until the next day before leaving, but Oko was determined to leave on this day.

So lord Thob had suggested Tradeplay to them as a place to spend the night, lest the bogeyman catch them (of course such beings did not exist in these lands, but Oko was not aware of it, and Thob had merely wanted the inexperienced travelers to be somewhere safe away from other dangers of the night).

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It was already dark when they reached the outskirts of Tradeplay and it took some time for them to find the actual hillocks. Eventually they found a mound with some noise coming from inside. As the door was open, they entered and saw many a dwarf sleeping on the floor (to be frank, most of them were passed out -- this was a drinking hole). A rank smell wafted into the noses of the travelers. Amana winced, but Oko stepped forth to greet those who still were awake.

After some talking, permission was granted to stay for the night and the three curled up in a corner to sleep.

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9th of Felsite, 374

This time the travelers did not linger, but set forth as soon as the sky in the east took a faint pink hue with sunrise approaching. They followed the banks of the river Touchy Guts north, walking through dense and long grass. The sky was clear, but the air was chilly and in shadier places one could see a coating of hoarfrost. Oko wrapped his robe and cloak tighter, slightly shivering as a cool breeze blew from the east.

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It was a twisting river, shifting its direction all the time: just when it appeared to head straight to the north and the destination of Oko, it made a sharp turn to the west, slithering and winding like a snake in the grass. Amana had lost her sense of direction almost immediately when they left, but Oko managed to keep an estimation of where north was by the position of the sun, looking on what side the branches of trees were thickest and where moss grew on the their trunks.

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It was a rather uneventful day walking in the wilds, but as the sun was high in the western sky and they emerged at the banks of river Swayedcrypt from the Forest of Constructing, they saw in the northwest what appeared to be several roofs above the tree tops.

At first they thought that it must be Waterlures, but then Oko remembered that lord Thob had mentioned of a mining outpost called Rivermine next to the flowing waters. So, Oko came to the conclusion that must be it, for Waterlures was next to a lake (as Iden had told him).



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Oko walked through the foliage and bamboo thicket amidst tall highwood trees towards the buildings in front of him. There were several houses close to each other with a low palisade in the gaps. He saw a door in the palisade, where a hill rose to the east. There was nobody in sight, but the badger man swore he heard some noise from beyond the walls.

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There was nobody in the opening between the buildings, but they heard something from house in the north. “I wonder what they'll think of us?” Amana thought out loud, and when noticing Oko turn to her, continued, “I mean, if they're dwarves, will they too be surprised to see 'a badger, fairy and rooster' together?”

“I have no idea,” Oko replied as they walked across the grass to the door.

Inside they saw a hall with tables and chairs, and a dwarf in the corner. Oko greeted the dwarf and introduced himself. The dwarf -- named Domas -- told that they'd best seek out Ral, the head of the mining outpost.

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After a short search and running into several other dwarves and a jaguar man (Amana thought him a bit frightening), they were directed upstairs where they met Ral Curlrock. However, she was not really in the mood for a discussion, and after telling very little she rather impolitely (in Oko's mind) told them to leave her to her work and go bother someone else.

But nobody else either was interested in the likes of Oko and Amana, all sending them off to pester someone else.

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Until they came upon a dwarf with a long beard as black as charcoal. He was a burly one and had a pick strapped to his back. The dwarf was rather excited to have visitors and invited them to his room.

“Aye, to Waterlures yer goin', eh?” He asked the two and introduced himself, “They call me Edëm, they do. And I've been to the place yer talking about. Nice place, cozy place. But come, come, let's get in me room. Close the door behind you, will you?”

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So they entered Edëm's room, shutting the door behind them. The dwarf sat on his bed, motioning the chair to Oko, who went and sat there as Amana fluttered up to sit on the cabinet. Goden stayed at the door, looking at the lot curiously. Edëm began to talk to them, lowering his voice almost to a whisper.

“Waterlures, yes. Now, first let's get this straight. When we came here, to this place to strike the earth and find what riches the Gods of Rock had to offer, well, I thought of those rodents -- those capybara folk -- over at their village a suspicous lot. All manner of tales we had heard, aye. Dark tales. Unnatural rituals and sacrifices in the night. Blood spilled in the name of the Rabbit...”

Oko gasped at those words. There were worshipers of Ôsed in Treethimbles too, and he had not seen them commit such foul deeds. Perhaps they had been hiding it all the time? Perhaps the other badger folk were not safe there. He was shocked, but then Edëm continued.

“But I was wrong. Those tales were mere old cheesemakers' tales, I'm telling ya. Made up to scare the children. Keep 'em loyal to the King and the Prince. No, what I saw in that place when I visited not long ago was something different than I expected: a good, tight community of loving and caring ro-- individuals. Tulon (I went with her there) said it was just a ruse, a mere trick of evil rabbit-worshipers, but I gave it thought. Much thought.”

He pointed at his bald head, tapping it with his finger a couple of times.

“This small brain of mine. It may not be the smartest around, but I sure can sense it when something is amiss. And it was not amiss in Waterlures, no. Things are wrong here. There is no community, no friendship. That Ral, she's bossin' everyone around, all the time. Thinks she's something. Well, she's not. She's just a coward, a gutless groveling worm ready to lick those boots of the baron, do anything he wants. Pitiful.”

Oko did not understand what Edëm was talking about, but all of this sounded Very Important. So he listened intently. Amana, however, had stopped paying attention after the first few words, and was making faces at Goden, taunting the rooster.

“No respect for the Old Ways she has. No respect for me skill with the pickaxe. And I'm tellin' ya, there's something wrong with what we're doin' here. It has something to do with that Waterlures place, aye. I can feels it in me beard. A tingling. The gods be telling me that way.”

Edëm took a swig from his winesking, wiped his mouth and offered it to Oko and Amana. They passed. Oko still remained silent, focused on Edëm's words.

“Well, anyways... Now I be thinking, 'Hey, there's this curious lot heading to Waterlures, this badger, fairy and rooster. And they don't know the way, so maybe I show them.' You see where I'm goin', mister badger?”

“Um... N-nooo?” Oko said, raising his brow and then shaking his head.

“Ach, you're me way out of here, of course! I'll pack me bag and take you to the place. Leave this damn mess of an outpost behind!” The dwarf said, abruptly flailing his hand in a sweeping motion.

“...But we'll have to wait until it's dark.”



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They talked and waited for many an hour until the sun set and they were sure all the others were at sleep or at least in their quarters. Silently they walked down the stairs, making sure not to step on the creaking boards (Edëm showed which ones to avoid), and stealthily the crept between the buildings to the bridge, crossing Swayedcrypt.

It would not be a long way to Waterlures from here.

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Traveling in the dark would have been hard were it not for Edëm's ability to see in even the darkest of caves. They followed the river through the barren, rocky landscape of the Dune of Influencing until they came to the shores of the Lakes of Saturninity.

There they set camp, for Edëm said it would be suspicious of them to arrive at the dark of the night. It was better to continue at dawn.

So, food was had, tales were told and songs were sung before heads were laid to rest.



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10th of Felsite, 374

Sure enough, as day broke and they set forth, the houses and towers of Waterlures could be seen across the lake.

Oko was excited, his heart pounding in his chest. All the stories he had heard. Soon they'd see if they were true or not.

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The four walked down a slope towards the tall wooden walls ahead of them. A paved road of white quartz led through a gate, and a gatehouse rose high and mighty above it.

“Aye, that's the East Gate of Waterlures,” Edëm said to the badger man who he noticed looked at the sight with jaw agape. The dwarf took a deep breath of the air blowing from the lake and the village. It was otherwise refreshing, but carried with it the odor of fish -- both fresh and not-so-fresh. “It ain't like the good air of the grand halls of a dwarven settlement, but me beard'll be damned if it doesn't have a good feel to it. Even a dwarf like me could get used to it!”

“I-it, it is huge!” Oko managed to say, “Far bigger than I imagined!”

“Well, come on then, let's go in,” Edëm said and shoved the badger man forth.

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They entered the building in front of them: a large circular house with a tower rising from its center and a wing extending south onto the lake.

Inside they came to a hall with an open space in the middle and tables and chairs arranged in clusters at the side. In the center they saw a percussion instrument -- Oko recognized it as the ngotol -- which consisted of bone bars attached to a wooden stand. The ceiling in the center rose high above and one could see railed platforms going around the walls. It was a grand sight.

A capybara woman, dressed in a toga and carrying many bone figures in her hand looked at the travelers.

“Hello travelers, I am Ònul Strickenrelics and it is a mighty fine day we have,” she spoke with a genuine smile on her face, “Welcome to the Enchanted Bridge, the grandest inn of Waterlures. We are unfortunately currently not open for outsiders, but I will not turn you away. Please, come, take a seat. You look weary and in need of a drink. What brings you to Waterlures?”








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A view of Lonecanyons in the year 374



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A view of Rivermine in the year 374



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Yeah, so that *should* be all the adventure mode side ventures for some time. I didn't do everything I wanted, but enough anyway.

So, next up is returning to fort mode and this time I'll try to get most of the missing folk back. We shouldn't have a problem with visitors listed as hostile since I made all zones citizens only before retiring. And there weren't any on the map when I retired, iirc. There still might be a odd few that pop up, but that's not a problem.

I'll probably have a couple days break before continuing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 30, 2023, 03:08:41 am
Good stuff, I like all the little sub plots going on in the various little settlements around.


Also I'm currently working on saving this thread, probably will be finished before I go to bed.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 01, 2023, 01:14:35 am
Good stuff, I like all the little sub plots going on in the various little settlements around.

Thanks! I very much enjoy doing the subplots (though they're mostly improvised and not much thought put into them). It's sort of like playing against yourself or being the gamemaster and player at the same time. It also makes the world feel a bit more alive, since DF worlds tend to become quite stale/passive after a certain amount of time without the player stirring things up or making up their own plots.

(Maybe at some point I'll do another community game/story that mainly concentrates on player-made little settlements. Been toying around with the idea for some time, but we'll see. Won't be happening before summer, though.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 01, 2023, 03:54:54 am
That sounds pretty cool, will it be fort or adventure mode, or both?

Also I downloaded the thread and made a zip file of it, I'll upload it when I finish off what I'm doing for the Hall of Legends.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 01, 2023, 04:17:54 am
That sounds pretty cool, will it be fort or adventure mode, or both?

Probably both, but mainly adventurer. I might do it so that I found settlements with fort mode, then do the building in adventure mode with gui/advfort (I think the animal population bug happens with regular adventure fort building when it offloads the site, so this'd be a way to avert it) maybe for small to medium-sized settlements. Then unretire and use fort mode to assign rooms and such for denizens (with adventurer settlements you can assign only hearthpersons to have rooms). A bit hard to explain, but with the experience gained from Waterlures, I think that might work better.

Also thinking of how to get readers/others involved. Maybe some "choose your character" thing and what you'd like them to do or something? Sort of like a combination of adventure mode & a table-top rpg with me being the DM/storyteller. But yeah, still ideas. I'm doing a stripped down & customized version of my personal mod for this (there was waaaay too much stuff crammed in it and honestly the experience felt too different from regular DF), so it'll take time still as I'm doing it parallel to Waterlures stuff.

Anyways, I'd still mainly focus on Waterlures as long as possible, since I've become quite attached to this (it was supposed to be just a adventurer marriage/family test game -- turned quite differently in the end). I'll see if I get the unretire cleanup done today so that I can get to proper playing tomorrow.

Also I downloaded the thread and made a zip file of it, I'll upload it when I finish off what I'm doing for the Hall of Legends.

Thanks for that! I appreciate it, I really do.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 01, 2023, 04:34:35 am
(it was supposed to be just a adventurer marriage/family test game -- turned quite differently in the end).
All great things have small small beginnings.

Also I downloaded the thread and made a zip file of it, I'll upload it when I finish off what I'm doing for the Hall of Legends.

Thanks for that! I appreciate it, I really do.
You're welcome, I'll keep it up to date until I upload it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 01, 2023, 12:10:53 pm
Managed to do the Waterlures unretire cleanup today. I guess I'm getting used to it since it didn't feel as tedious anymore, even though the population is much bigger all the time. Speaking of which, I brought pretty much all the missing folk back and there were a handful of folk listed as hostile, so I unretire-anyone'd them. So, we've gone way past the threshold of 80 into the 90s. Which means that eventually sieges will begin to happen soon... Not so keen on that, to be honest (not to mention that the population triggers seem way too gamey for me).

There were a couple of weird things, but no impalings this time. Managed to make up a reason why they happened.

Anyway, a day or two and I'll have an update.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 01, 2023, 05:42:03 pm
awesome. that last post was very well-written. Rin's resurrection scene had me smiling it was well done!

The contrast between these small settlements and the grandeur of Waterlures is fun. it's like, by seeing all these outward adventurers and their exploits, Waterlures itself grows, if only because of the context and perspective these adventurers provide.

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So, we've gone way past the threshold of 80 into the 90s. Which means that eventually sieges will begin to happen soon... Not so keen on that, to be honest (not to mention that the population triggers seem way too gamey for me).

I agree, always felt this way. the wealth triggers are not much better. I want armies to invade for personal reasons, or because they simply felt like it, or were blackmailed. ah but i want so much from this game lol

so maybe 10 or so citizens should be sent to found some kind of herbalist's college or hunter's camp or whatnot.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 02, 2023, 02:33:11 am
Oh man, not gonna be fun when the sieges start happenings.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 02, 2023, 03:04:42 am
awesome. that last post was very well-written. Rin's resurrection scene had me smiling it was well done!

Thanks! I've been waiting for a chance to resurrect the Assistant Sheriff, and finally got one, hah. We'll see where it goes from here with him and Cañar (suggestions & speculation welcome). I actually wanted Cañar to become a lieutenant of that necromancer (pretty sure he was Kadol under a false name), but either it wasn't possible or I just didn't figure out how to do it (I have quite limited adventure mode experience), so I just offered homage.

I agree, always felt this way. the wealth triggers are not much better. I want armies to invade for personal reasons, or because they simply felt like it, or were blackmailed. ah but i want so much from this game lol

Yeah, with megabeasts (note: oh god, I just realised that Waterlures is doomed if a bronze colossus arrives) they make a bit more sense, but not with invading armies. Towers do it somewhat properly at the moment (speaking of 0.47.05 here), and if you raid a settlement.

I hope it goes eventually more into a world simulation direction, but from what I've gathered from the Steam release it's taken a step towards a more gamey direction. So, hopes are not super high atm. (My personal take is that DF should decide whether it's a game or a simulation and not try to balance between the two, since I don't see that working so well. But perhaps that's just me.)

so maybe 10 or so citizens should be sent to found some kind of herbalist's college or hunter's camp or whatnot.

Doable and a worthy idea. I think I mentioned earlier that I'm planning to do several smaller settlements around Waterlures, so that's a good option for one. Thought originally to do them when the fort turns 50 years, but that'll probably happen already during the next update, so maybe 5 or so more ingame years until that?

Perhaps I'll test how it works that I found some of the places as forts, retire them and then do the building with gui/advfort. One thing I've also been thinking of is that since advfort changes persist only in player camps & forts, it'd be possible to build "roads" between places by just placing unnamed player camps next to each other and build a road there (of course you couldn't fast travel through them, but eh, Minbazkar isn't such a large place and I wouldn't be building roads across the entire continent anyway). Thoughts on that? And if yay, what places might we "connect"?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 03, 2023, 12:32:25 am
Part VI:
Preparations

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10th of Felsite, year 374
The Town of Waterlures

It was too much. Too much to bear for one only twenty years old. Geshud Cruxfloors, the son of Såkzul Agebronze and Zuglar Hoursilver, could not take it anymore. Becoming a bookkeeper was something he never wanted, but his sister Likot insisted on when she was mayor. He was only fourteen -- fourteen! -- when he was pitted with the task of keeping the records of the growing village in order. He was never cut for it. But he hadn't complained, hadn't said that this is enough.

His life as an adult had been miserable. No time for crafts, no time for sparring, no time for prayer, and even when he felt like he should scream and yell and punch someone, there was no time for it!

What really made him snap, let melancholy take over and loose the will to live, was the Incident. It was just a spring evening like the rest: the crisp and cooling air raising a mist from the lakes after a rather sunny day, lanterns being lit on the wooden walkways zig-zagging to and fro across water and gap between house. Everyone was hurrying to finish the day's work, cramming salted fish into the barrels lining the outer walls of many a house.

Geshud was walking one such walkway, from the Sanctuary of Crystals (a shrine dedicated to the Turquoise), checking the contents of the barrels next to it. He heard splashing from the lake at first, then the sound of dripping water and soon a wet thud followed by a horrible, high-pitched scream: another lumbering troll had come!

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Were it not for Kib Spearmobbed, the elderly mother and grandmother of many a pup, who happened to be taking a pick to the storerooms, Geshud would have died then and there. He didn't recall what happened, but in mere seconds the monster lay dead with Kib raging over it bloody pick in paws. Then Geshud noticed it: the troll blood had splattered all over him and dripped down his face.

He was shocked. He was mortified (more so than on the day his clothes rotted not so long ago -- he had no time to get new ones!).

And that was it. The few days since that he hadn't been able to work. Just stare at the pile of papers, hands all shaking, too many thoughts racing through his poor head.

Now. Now he realised there was no point in all of this. He gave up. He would soon wither away, be put into a grave and turn into dust.

If the Rabbit existed -- he sure believed so, but doubt had entered his heart -- it was unlikely She would raise him to join his parents who were with Her.

His soul would be certainly snatched by the Prince and tormented. He was certain of it. It was inevitable.



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4th of Hematite, 374

A light rain fell from the sky as Oko sat fishing at the edge of the fishing pier (why, what else would one do in such a place?). He pulled Ethírzolak, his hood, further over his head so that only the tip of his badger snout could be seen. Summer had just arrived and Oko was still trying to comprehend the enormous size of Waterlures (we must remember, he had never seen a place with more than a dozen or so folk) -- oh, all the names he had to remember now! -- and why it rained so much here.

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When he had caught enough fish -- rainbow trout, yellow bullhead and perch along with salamander -- he headed to take them to the stores. On the way he thought, 'Iden will be glad to know that the Book of Merriment he wrote is now in the House of Knowledge. A great treasury he said. But where is the treasure? I didn't see any. Are they hiding it somewhere?'

He was certain: the capybaras must be hiding their wealth somewhere. It would wise of them -- after all Oko had heard tales of nasty people with bad intentions. Good to keep treasures safe from such types. Perhaps they hid it below the library?

Some day he would find out.



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25th of Hematite, 374
From the Journal of Likot Languagehame, ex-mayor

“I can't believe brother is dead. I knew it was coming, the healers and doctors had said it. Olon said she had no clue what to do, but thought that maybe the cause might be those evil spirits Yawo spoke of. It was all she could think of. But that dwarf, Tekkud Bannerguise, he said that as a doctor he knew. I shudder to even think of such vicious things he said about brother. He said it was 'a sickness of the mind'. Sickness! Of the mind! Can you believe it? My brother was not crazy! He was a good, hard-working capybara. The hardest working I've known! He wasn't a lunatic!”

“Oh, how I miss him. With his last strength, before wasting away, he had walked to the shrine. Next to the statue of the Rabbit. I think he knew. He knew his time had come. So he prayed to Ôsed. To be united with mother and father among the stars of the night sky. Shining their everlight on us who still are here.”

“Oh, dear little brother, how I miss you!”



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11th of Galena, 374

Young Etur Laborworth watched intently as Vabôk, Asmel and Song sparred following Eman's instructions. He was satisfied as he felt that his skill in learning from merely observing a battle was improving. And his own skills had grown during his time out in the larger world.

It had been his idea to go after the gorlak prophet and the elders who had left. Seeing those who had been around him since child leave, was something disheartening. It made him sad and angry. So, more of impulse than of careful deliberation, he had gathered a small group of other 'young ones' and went after the old ones.

And find them they did, and come back they did.

However, now the sparring floor of the barracks was getting awfully small with everyone new and old crammed there together.

He would have to suggest the higher-ups that more training space was needed now that the ranks of the militia had swelled.



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14th of Limestone, 374

Fecici Lizardorgans, the elf mayor of Waterlures, stood in his office eyeing the large gems set on display as he was pondering. He had just met with Tirist, the dwarven outpost liaison. The meeting went well, and like his predecessors Fecici had asked for various types of stone from the quarries of the Mountainhomes -- this time specifically stone needed for steel production. For Waterlures needed steel if they were to set up proper defenses against the wicked, heartless world out of the confines of these safe walls. And proper defenses needed steel. That much he agreed with the dwarves who tried to explain such matters to the simple and oh so naïve capybara folk.

And steel needed iron, flux and coal.

Iron they had. Coal they had -- if they burned trees into charcoal. While he frowned upon the destruction of nature and the wild birthed by Ithithe the Gorge of Apes, unlike his kin from the Old Elf Lands, he knew it was a necessity in this case. But flux. Flux was something they didn't have. It had to be ordered from afar, and that was not good. Reliance on the untrustworthy dwarves loyal to the so-called king had to end.

So Fecici had approved the plan the dwarves of Waterlures had come up with: dig down, mine into the deep of the rock to find what they needed.



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1st of Sandstone, 374

Little Mistêm Strappedoil, only two years old, was standing in the doorway of her parents' bedroom simulating the emen in the tune of the Creative Blazes. Her little brother Feb was playing on the floor, listening intently and enjoying her sister's musicianship. Mistêm was delighted when she realised that her skill was improving (or so she thought). Maybe one day she, too, could be a bard like mom.

Thinking of mom, Mistêm wondered if mother had finally found time to go sparring. The lack of it was something she had complained about. 'There's nothing like a good brawl,' little Mistêm thought to herself -- though she was a bit unsure what such a thing was.



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4th of Sandstone, 374

Mining to reach flux stone had begun several weeks prior to the discovery Oddom Rackknight made. A shaft was carved down from under the Dwarf Quarter (for Waterlures now had such a place dug under the old baronial quarters), penetrating through touch gabbro down, down, down.

Until there was a crack and the stone Oddom struck fell down. He almost fell down, too, into the hollow that opened below.

He had breached the caverns.



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23rd of Moonstone, 374

Once again the House of Knowledge was a place where more than books were born: Olon Seerlances gave birth to a boy, her third one. Edëm Weakenoars was to be his name and he was born when a snow storm raged outside.

There would certainly be reason for Olon and her husband Atír to celebrate during the Winter Festivals, which were just around the corner.

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And only a few days later Ònul Strickenrelics gave birth to a boy, too. He was her and Deler's fifth child.



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6th of Opal, 374

Indeed, the Fruit of Letters was quite crowded this year during the festivities. The air was hot and moist, the smell of wet fur and sweat was mixed with those of cooked greasy meals and spilled wine, and with all due respect, one could hardly move without hitting someone in the eye or nose with an elbow or get squashed between corpulent capybara bodies -- it was far from a pleasant experience.

But the capybara folk of Waterlures did not seem to mind. They, in fact, enjoyed it very much. It was more the people of the “civilized” races -- dwarves, humans, elves (though, dwarves very much doubted whether elves should be counted) -- who found it uncomfortable.

'Next year, if I am still mayor -- and why would I not be? -- these Winter Festivals will be held at the Enchanted Bridge,' Fecici thought to himself, 'There is much more space there, and it's a shorter way home from there. I am certain it will be no problem. People listen to what I have to say, as they should.'

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But all did not join the Winter Festivals.

The Orbs of Focus, led by the fox woman Ana Talonspread, were training. Training to be ready to defend Waterlures if need be. They had been recruited by the faun militia warden Kumil for this purpose from the Old Elf Lands, and if it was up to Ana, she would see that that was what her group of five did. She might not have been the most honest of folk (some might say it is in the nature of the fox folk), but she had decided that she wanted to help the capybara folk and when she set her mind to something, one was not likely to change it.



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9th of Obsidian, 374

It had been decided that it was for the best to wall off the breach to the caverns. The capybara folk were very worried of what might lurk in the dark, for they had heard many a dwarven tale of horrid, twisted beasts coming in unimaginable and terrible forms.

It was terrifying.

But there was still no flux that was needed.

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So the shaft was to be dug even deeper down.

And -- lo and behold! -- another cavern lay not far below and it, too, was breached.

But this time, this time the capybara folk struck what they had been searching for: marble.



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So, we finally breached the caverns. Just at the cusp of fifty years of Waterlures (only a few ingame weeks left).

Nothing much really happened. Building, cleaning stockpiles, digging.

A pity we lost Geshud due to him going insane immediately upon unpausing. Haven't had that happen in a while. He shouldn't have flipped out (he wasn't at all stressed earlier), but well, there's issues with unretiring and I think I managed to write it well enough into the story.

I'm probably not going to completely seal the second cavern since there's the stuff our capies need. Maybe I'll just build a palisade that won't stop all creatures from the dark? But we're hardly prepared for a FB attack, so we'll see what I end up doing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 03, 2023, 04:16:01 am
Wasn't expecting someone to get depressed and die that's always depressing when it happens, and I wasn't expecting the caverns to be opened.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 03, 2023, 04:47:53 am
Wasn't expecting someone to get depressed and die that's always depressing when it happens

Yeah, I think it was an unretirement bug. I've had it happen several times before (with adventurers I brought to a fort). First no stress, but then suddenly when you unretire the place their stress is maxed out and they flip when you unpause (you can DFHack the stress away before unpausing, which solves the issue).

But I think it worked out quite okay within the narrative in the end, perhaps?

I wasn't expecting to hit the caverns so quick. Thought that there'd be marble before them, but guess this part of the world has the caves quite close to the surface.

Oh, btw FPS is starting to get lower, but that's probably more due to the number of folks now than anything else. It's still decent (in the 30s or 20s), but if I'll open up again for visitors and/or the enemy arrives, I'd assume it'll plummet from there.

Hopefully I'll soon get a (slightly) better laptop, but I'll still keep going even if FPS drops to the tens. Single digits is where I usually stop.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 03, 2023, 09:39:12 pm
yeah single digits is pain. everyone has a limit to patience with the simulation. I'm always impressed by people who (had? these honestly feels like an oldschool thing now that DF is "premium") work with 1-3 fps fortresses for many years, continuing the epic tale despite the IRL difficulty.

 there is something to be said about the "proof of work" associated with DF creations. SOMEONE had to designate those walls for building. SOMEONE had to dig those channels, babysit those moody dwarves.

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But we're hardly prepared for a FB attack, so we'll see what I end up doing.

look. web FBs exist. thus, we seal the caverns. don't contradict the old traditions, or else

again, I got Redwall series vibes with this update. Large cast of characters + fantasy setting + a "home base" that acts as a character unto itself. I think you've written enough to fill a short novel at this point!!!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 04, 2023, 01:31:27 am
yeah single digits is pain. everyone has a limit to patience with the simulation. I'm always impressed by people who (had? these honestly feels like an oldschool thing now that DF is "premium") work with 1-3 fps fortresses for many years, continuing the epic tale despite the IRL difficulty.

Fortunately it's still quite aways for Waterlures' FPS to drop so low. And if it gets too tedious, we still have the whole world to work around with, so the tale would continue even in case of FPS death. At least for as long as me (or someone else) has interest in the world. :)

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But we're hardly prepared for a FB attack, so we'll see what I end up doing.

look. web FBs exist. thus, we seal the caverns. don't contradict the old traditions, or else

We'll end up sealing the caverns, don't worry. At least mostly. (It's actually something that's currently happening as I work on the next update.)

again, I got Redwall series vibes with this update. Large cast of characters + fantasy setting + a "home base" that acts as a character unto itself. I think you've written enough to fill a short novel at this point!!!

Haha, yeah, there's quite some text already and the updates tend to get longer all the time (so many characters and so many scenes -- not enough time to write them all!). I've read it a few times through it from the start (after breaks in playing and needing to remember stuff), and at some point there's a change in how updates are written. In the start it's more traditional succession game, but then goes into a more narrative direction (though, the prose is passable at best).

We'll see how long this goes on, but it's quite certain that there won't be an actual End to it, since this is DF after all.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 04, 2023, 03:41:31 am
FPS death would be a sad way for this fort to end, hopefully it won't come to that.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 04, 2023, 06:38:19 am
Part VII:
Looming Threats

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10th of Obsidian, 374

The Winter Festivals were much shorter this year for there was so much to do: mining for flux stone, smelting and forging, training, and building.

It was only a few weeks until Waterlures -- the utopic dream of late Baroness Kasat -- was to become fifty years old. Of the original settlers only Kib Spearmobbed, mother of many and proud grandmother of a many more, was still alive. She was currently in the Fruit of Letters cleaning the tables after the mess all the merriment had left, but she didn't mind: she was drunk and feeling damn good!

Seventy-seven years she was, her body strapped with enormous amounts of lard and muscle -- and that was the way she liked it! It was only proper for one of her kind to be robust and rotund. Why, their shape practically begged for a padding of fat!

Life in Waterlures had been good for Kib. She was satisfied with it and all her dreams had been realized and more. If time were to catch up on her next year, she would be ready to face the Rabbit (and be reunited with Edu), content that she had done all she had to and left the world a better place.



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A new house was to be built on the waters, next to Kib's home and Edu's Fishery (which was now run communally). It meant that some of the walkways had to be dismantled so that there would be enough room for it -- space was beginning to be scarce within the confines of the walls.

Likot Languagehame was working, carefully removing boards and railing, when she heard a crack, followed by a “Oh cra--” and then a horrible, deafening crashing sound as part of the construction went down; board, grate and capybara being flung all around in a cloud of sawdust, splinter and fur!

It took a moment for her to regain her senses. She was dazed by the accident, but immediately she gathered herself and checked the others: there were no injuries. Only very, very confused capybaras.

“Praised be Ôsed that you all are well and alive,” she said to them. “Now, let us all go clean ourselves and continue work, but be more careful the next time.”



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The militia warden Kumil hurried down the walkways, not noticing the confused and dazed capybaras up on one of the platforms. No, he had other thoughts on his mind and was focused on them, completely oblivious to anything else. He raced down into the entry hall of the old baronial quarters, heading towards the stairs leading down to the new Dwarf Quarter.

He was on his way to the deep mines.

For he was among the first to be informed of the breaching of the Second Caverns, and as commander, he was to make sure the place was secure and free of danger. So, the Fenced Princes were now headed there to do their work and guard the capybaras as a hasty palisade was erected.

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Kumil, Oddom and Inod of the Fenced Princes were the first to explore the caverns. They did not go far, but set out only to secure the immediate perimeter.

And there, among the winding passages and thick pillars of gabbro and marble, with spider webs here and there, lay the skeletal remains of an odd creature: most of it was composed of a large skull and its limbs looked comically small next to it.

“A gorlak,” Kumil said as he noticed the two young capybaras quite confused from what they were looking at, “Just like Ïteb the prophet. They live in the caverns, deep under the earth. Good creatures and wise.”

“Quite impressive those tusks,” Oddom, the son of Kasat who was oftern called 'Baron', said as he looked at the two large ivory teeth jutting from the jawbone.

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“Huh? What was that?” Kumil reached for the hilt of his sword ready to spring around, “I heard something.” He was certain he heard some clicking and chittering from the dark. He didn't see anything, but he knew well enough from the dwarves that foul beasts -- giant spiders and such -- lurked in the depths of the rock, ready to jump on hapless victims.

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“Ah, everything's fine, Kumil,” Oddom said, walking to the jittery faun and patted him on his hip. “There's nothing here. Only the remains of long-dead, unfortunate creatures. It's just the air flowing in the passages.”

It was rather odd that it was Oddom who was calm in the moment and Kumil who was nervous. More often than not it was the other way round. But this year had been a good one for Oddom and he was in high spirits.

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He and Istrul Wheelscrow -- one of the capybara women who'd arrived from the Cobalt Empires a few years back -- had married not so many a month ago. It was more of a practical marriage than one of love, but Oddom liked it that way. He could continue the line of his mother this way and Istrul would get the security of his family's wealth and protection.

Some might have said that Istrul benefited more of the arrangement -- she did come from a peasant family, after all -- but then again, Oddom was not actually a noble, and Kasat had been an actual baroness of Ustuth Ïdath for only a few years before she was stripped of her titles and holdings and the usurper Stukos was made baron of Waterlures.

Besides, Ïteb the prophet had said that the dice had spoken and this marriage was the will of Ôsed.

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“You know --hic!-- ,” Inod, who wasn't paying attention to the discussion, said to the two, “It'ssh funny that it was --hic!-- the three of us who arrived here firsht...” She was quite drunk and euphoric at the moment, looking at Kumil and Oddom from head to toe. They were handsome in their armor, truly a pleasing sight for her eyes.

“A ssshkilled warrior --hic!-- ish a beautiful shight...” It was a bit hard for her to collect her thoughts and say them aloud, not to mention it was hard to understand her slurred speech caused by a drunken stuport. “A truly, truly --hic!-- beauuuutiful sssshight to be--hic!--hold!”



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13th of Obsidian, 374

Åblel Sprinklegorges, one of Kasat's children, was on his way to erect the palisade in the caverns. 'All that nonsense. Fancy clothes and such to present oneself as better than others,' he was deep in thought, not paying much attention to his surroundings. 'Pssh! I wouldn't feel comfortable at all getting all dressed up and speaking in that silly uppity-up-up kind of way.

He stopped. He was not where he was supposed to be. He was confused. This didn't look like the place where the palisade was to be built -- he had walked too far!

But wait! What is that? A passage? Leading down?

He crawled next to the opening in the ground and peered in. It was too dark. He set the walnut wood logs aside and silently crept down the slope in the hole. Down, down he went until...

A new cavern -- a third one -- opened up below! And in it, next to sinister-looking dark waters was something unimaginable.

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A pillar of sparkling, beautiful bluish green stone or ore rose from the waters, its texture smooth yet intricate at the same time. It was unlike anything he had seen before.

At first he thought that this was something that needed to be reported. But soon another thought crept into his mind: why should he? It was his find and if he told of it to the others, well, it would not be his anymore, but shared with the others.

No. He would keep this secret, keep it to himself.

One day he would come here alone with pick in hand. And then, then he would take a piece of that beautiful stone and take it to his quarters. Oh, how wonderful it would look there sitting on a pedestal, making his room feel like a personal palace!



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22nd of Granite, 375

'Well, at least I'm getting better and better appraising the value of goods,' Atír Archsinged, the broker, thought to himself after a deal gone awfully wrong with the elves of Múya Loré. He had made the mistake of not inspecting the goods he offered carefully enough, and somewhere, there among all the masterful yak bone crafts (mostly made by old 'Zultan'), was something with a piece of wood in it. Or perhaps it was a wooden craft some careless person had put into the stocks very clearly labeled 'BONES ONLY'?

Ah, who cares! He thought. It could have been a mistake made by the new bookkeeper, that curious mountain gnome fellow whose name Atír always forgot (it didn't help that he wasn't the talkative type -- in fact, Atír didn't remember ever hearing the gnome say anything). But he didn't really care. If the elves were offended, well, it would be the task of Mister Lizardorgans, the elf mayor, to handle the situation. With his smooth-talking it certainly would be no problem!

Besides, Atír did not have time to think of it any further: it was time to go for a personal training session at the barracks.



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Deler Slidbusts -- miller, woodcutter and husband of Ònul Strickenrelics -- was in the caverns, outside the confines of the recently finished palisade. He was chopping down some of the odd-looking mushroom trees, for Datan Netinked, the tavern keeper dwarf and long-time friend of capybara folk, had said that the new trade house (which was still being built) would look “mighty fine with goblin-cap or tunnel tube roof shingles.”

So Deler had picked up an axe, headed down to the caves and did not heed the instruction of the militia warden: none should venture out without protection.

And that could have cost Deler his life.

For from between the twisting passages and tightly packed pillars of stone a white-scaled monster attacked him: a large cave crocodile -- all tooth and snapping jaw. Were he not fast with axe and fist (and with a hefty amount of luck), he surely would have fallen prey to the beast.

But he did not escape the encounter unscathed.

After giving the crocodile a good, solid whack in the snout, it had become shocked and dazed, giving Deler the chance to run away. And as he ran, he noticed his right thumb was smashed open, gouting blood; he could feel something wet and warm trickly down his neck and it hurt like hell; his clothes were torn, shredded and bloodied, and now that he looked closer at his right hand, he noticed that vicious claw and tooth marks had cut gruesome wounds all along his arm.

He hastened his pace and rushed towards the surface as quick as he could, fear taking hold.



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13th of Slate, 375

The troubles from the caverns did not end with the cave crocodile (which was eventually put to the sword by Kumil).

No, there was more to come. This time Atír Archsinged was in trouble.

He was stunned, covered in dirt and barely standing, facing a terrible bat-like monstrosity. Just mere moments ago he had been heading up the shaft when the monster had attacked. They had grappled and wrestled, punched and bit, until Atír was flung by the beast down the hole, into the caverns.

Fortunately the fall was short, and tha landing was softened by a thick layer of floor fungus.

But what was unfortunate and terrifying was that there was no help near. No one to hear his yell for help. He was on his own. Facing the creature with bare fists, seeing red and lost in rage.

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And it was his rage that kept him alive. For the beast was surprised by his ferocity, and now it in turn was gripped with fear, desperately crawling and trying to flap its wings so that it could lift into the air and flee.

At least for the time being.

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Finally the bat managed to escape from the raging rodent, retching and vomiting, flapping its bruised and cut wings. Half-blinded, after getting its left eye smashed into gore by a wicked punch, it tried to make its way deeper into the caves. Away from these new creatures who turned out to be more than he was able to chew.

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The bat was lucky.

He managed to lose his pursuer, clamber and fly over the palisade, over the cavern lake and into the dark.

He had escaped his prey this time. But perhaps he would come try again later, after licking his wounds...



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16th of Felsite, 375

It is unclear whether it was the same giant bat or not.

But what is certain is that this bat made a horrible miscalculation: in its hunger, it tried to ambush the captain of the Ochre Snarls, Istrul Wheelscrow.

Would the bat have had any brain in its head, the shining steel mail and breastplate along with spear strapped to back should have been a dead giveaway. But no, this bat, it was not smart. It had no guile. It was just plain dumb.

But it was not completely without brain, no. For you see, when Istrul's spear struck it in the head, penetrating all the way through to the other side, one could clearly see gray brain matter oozing out along with gushing blood.



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24th of Felsite, 375

“Well, I'll be off now,” Oko said to Edëm, as he grabbed the fish he'd caught and turned to clamber up the stairs. “Good luck with the fishing, friend.”

Summer was just around the corner and it was raining. To Edëm it seemed like it always rained here, but it was more annoying than anything else. He didn't quite get it why some got so grouchy because of it. 'I just don't get it. Doesn't fit in me noggin. How can they be so glum because of it?' He thought, not paying much attention to something nibbling on his fishing line. 'Pssh, a little rain ne'er hurt anyone. No reason to be all upset 'bout it... Well, maybe Oko had a reason. Poor fella hasn't had time to pray to that --what's it called?-- ah, yeah, that farce. That magic thing. The elf-thingie. You ask me, he's better off that way.'

So he continued talking to himself in his mind for a few hours, completely oblivious to the fact that fish had long since nibbled all his bait away from the hook.



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5th of Galena, 375

Old Kib Spearmobbed and 'Zultan' had been discussing about their lives in Waterlures, recounting all sorts of events good, bad and silly, and the discussion had turned to their offspring. Specifically to Etur and Inod. “Say, they're about the same age, Kib,” 'Zultan' had said, “So why don't we, hm, 'arrange' them some time to be together at the Hut?”

So they made arrangements, clever excuses and important reasons, got Vabôk the Mestthosite monk to give Etur free time from sparring. Inod didn't need much incentive for a vacation, but Etur proved a bit trickier. It worked out in eventually, and the two young ones were sent to the 'Lover's Hut'.

“Look, we should all work together,” Etur Laborworth said from across the table to Inod Oilyround. “That's why I joined the Rough Trances. You should do your share, too.”

”But I am doing my share,” Inod said, leaning back on the chair and crossing arms across her chest, “I'm part of the Fenced Princes. You think that's not enough? Being part of Kumil's soldiers? Like your father?”

Inod was, of course, correct. It had slipped Etur's mind that she was part of the heroic group who had saved Waterlures from many a foul foe. Or, perhaps he didn't want to remember it and wanted to give himself more credit? Now that he thought of it, he was being silly. Behaving like a brat who was trying to impress. Though his skill with fist and paw was good (and improving all the time), he had to admit that Inod was a competent warrior indeed.

“You're right,” Etur began to apoligize, finding it hard to look Inod straight in the eye, ”It was a foolish thing for me to say. You are doing your part. And even more so.”

Inod blushed (it should be noted that even capybara folk blush, but it is not so obvious to us of the less hairy races), now finding in turn that it was hard to look Etur straight in the eye. She felt her shyness begin to creep through.



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13th of Limestone, 375

Meng Manywalled was perched on a pole next to the Enchanted Bridge. He was carefully observing the horned equine grazing on the grass below and how it occasionally trotted to the inn's door, tapping it with its horn.

'Curious beast this Dastot,' the obese crow man thought as he flapped his wings and scratched his beak, 'Like a horse, but with a horn on the forehead. I think it's up to something no good.'

For many an hour he continued spying on the unicorn, certain it had bad intentions. And if it was up to the crow man, he would make certain no mischief happened during his watch.



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18th of Limestone, 375

The autumn caravan from the Mountainhomes had recently arrived along with the familiar outpost liaison Tirist Brasshandles (who once again was irritated by the stairs he had to climb to the mayor's office).

Fecici Lizardorgans was headed to thresh some pig tails and hemp so that it may be spun into thread. He was pleased after impressing the liaison with his office (or so he thought) to the point of being proud. He also had managed to convince and assure Tirist -- who had asked some rather difficult questions -- that the mining and smelting operations in Waterlures were surely to be for the benefit of the King's war efforts and nothing else.

It was, of course, a lie.

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While Fecici wasn't normally so interested in what happened in the world, this time he had to be. For the news Tirist brought might have impact on his immediate life and surroundings. Perhaps not immediately, but most likely, eventually.

For in the early summer the Hell of Miseries had attacked Ustuth Ïdath, starting the Splattered War. It was nearly thirty years since the dwarves and goblin menace from the cold south had come to blows, so this was a rather disturbing turn of events. Especially with Violetgems fallen to the Tight Torments from the north.

It was not in any manner a good thing to be caught between two fronts.

Fortunately the assault on Inkedwhims, the capital, had been a disaster on the goblins' side. A certain dwarf named Dodók Organropes had easily outmatched the pitiful plans of the green-skinned terror, sending those not captured whimpering like beaten dogs to their Master.

King Såkzul had retaliated.

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He had sent a small army south, to assault the very heart of the Hell of Miseries: Closeterrors, a dark fortress and the throne of their Master.

While the assault was not a success, the dwarves suffered few losses. It would, of course, have been foolish to think that they could conquer the fortress. No, the motivation seemed to be to send a message to the Hell of Miseries: King Såkzul would not cower in the face of such an enemy and he had among his ranks powerful warriors.

Rumor told that there was even a capybara man among the ranks of the King's army. He, however, fell in battle. It was a curious detail. Pity that the outpost liaison had not known his name -- he might have been someone the capybara folk from Waterlures knew.

Whatever the impact of these events would be, Fecici was certain of one thing: defenses had to be strengthened at a hastened pace -- Waterlures had gained name and fame, and it was not a big secret that it lacked proper protection and sat alone, far from the heart of the might of the dwarven kingdom.

It was only a matter of time before Waterlures was to be struck.



=====

So, Waterlures is now fifty years old!

There was a ton of stuff happening during spring 375 (and nothing in the summer). Didn't manage to write it all down, but I got at least the most important stuff, I think.

The finding of adamantine was NOT planned, but an accident. I had no idea there was a passage going from the second caverns to the third and straight to a candy spire. For now I'm going with it being the personal secret of Åblel (unless some fool of a capybara stumbles there on their own -- which shouldn't happen now that a palisade is up and doors locked).

What I've gathered from Legends is that the Fence of Amusement hasn't breached the spire during world gen, but the Bent Spears have (that's where the Tight Torments goblins come from, I believe). So, I'm thinking that even the dwarves wouldn't necessarily have any inkling of what adamantine is. Maybe a historian might know, but I don't think we have any of those?

@AvolitionBrit
That raid in the end on the Dark Fortress might be of interest to you. There's a couple of your characters involved, and looks like resurrected Pan joined it but unfortunately fell in battle.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on May 04, 2023, 07:47:09 am
Loving these updates, happy 50th anniversary to Waterlures. Interesting to see that Pan has served there purpose to the world. Also the villians i have created within the world are activly holding against the dwarves. Will be interesting to see what comes next.

Also not surprised Pan died, was a weak skeleton. Next time you upload a save i will have to dig through legends to see what else is going on in the world.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: dikbutdagrate on May 05, 2023, 12:52:56 am
I'd be interested in steering the fort for a turn.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 05, 2023, 03:10:27 am
50 years is a pretty good run for a fort like this especially since we haven't had any invasions yet, also adamantine is a pretty cool find even if we aren't gonna use it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 05, 2023, 04:34:04 am
I'd be interested in steering the fort for a turn.

Certainly, I'll add you to the list. Would you care to do an adventurer turn? I've been quite reluctant to give overseership of Waterlures proper to others, since I've got a certain kind of architectural vision for it (not to mention growing unhealthily attached to the place) and a ton of unfinished projects there that I'd rather not be messed. (I really should update the main post, since the concept has changed quite a bit.)

So, the turns of others have mainly been adventurer stuff, whether it's just bringing new folk to town or doing some sinister stuff and stir the world a bit. Then there's the option of doing small settlements (=adventurer camps), which I've been lately adding to the world. Of course, your adventurer can visit Waterlures and do stuff there too (except murderhobos not welcome).

50 years is a pretty good run for a fort like this especially since we haven't had any invasions yet, also adamantine is a pretty cool find even if we aren't gonna use it.

Well, we got over the 80 population siege threshold only a year ago, so it's no wonder there's been no invasions. :D Without migrants population rises really slow even though we've been using adventure mode to add "migrants" in addition to the natural births. I prefer it more this way. Get more attached to the citizens and have to take more care of them since there won't be replacements anytime soon.

We'll see what direction the adamantine takes the story eventually.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 06, 2023, 03:16:56 am
Part VIII:
Artifacts and Portents

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20th of Limestone, 375

Kûbuk Tradedruns, one of the dwarf prophets living in Waterlures, was peculiarly secretive. He was carrying walnut wood through the threshery, down the stairs and across the walkway to the crafting workshop next to Zon's and Asmel's Tailory.

He had become a prophet a long time ago, after being spiritually and divinely moved during his pilgrimage to Authorwhisper. There he had set his eyes upon sacred Flewcleans, the turban of Nomar Orderprophet -- an Exalted Persuasion of the Order of Harvesters. Since then, his path was clear: he would spread the message and word of Zoku the Permanency of Quests.

And now, now She had touched Kûbuk again, infused him with Holy Creativity and given him a task: create an artifact worthy of a goddess.

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“Mokezsamam, Cagecourage,” Kûbuk said as he lifted the wooden scepter and admired it. It was masterfully made, the guidance of the divine clearly visible. It had wondrous intricate patterns carved into it, but to be honest, it was not so much different than other artifacts. Though, none said that to Kûbuk, of course. One does not insult a dwarf by belittling their life's greatest work.

However, there was one curious detail the capybara folk of Waterlures could not keep their eyes away from.

Part of the scepter was padded with pig tail cloth. And not padded in any fashion. No, the padding was an image. An image of the capybara woman Suwu Cleanmusics striking down a cougar man.



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8th of Sandstone, 375

Waterlures continued to be blessed by Ôsed.

It was on the sparring floor next to the sheriff's quarters where Uvash Boltedpassions was brought to this world by Istrul Wheelscrow, wife of Baron Oddom. Istrul had not come to Waterlures to raise a family, but to help defend the good, free capybara folk of the town. However, things tend not to go as planned, and one thing leads to another.

And so here she was, married to the head of the founding family and now clutching their offspring in her paws. She felt blissful in the moment as she gazed upon her firstborn.

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Oddom was with Eman, the elephant man and one of Vabôk's monks, smoothing the walls of the expansions dug into his sister's quarters when he heard the news.

“I am a father now,” Oddom said to the elephant man, excitement taking hold of him, “Can you believe it? The legacy of mother -- baroness Kasat, pardon -- shall continue with him!”

“Eh, I guess congratulations are in order then,” Eman replied, turning to look at the capybara man. Eman wasn't really interested in the families and legacies of these folk. He did like them, but he couldn't understand all the fuss about bringing up children and all the marriage stuff and such. Why, why would anyone in their right mind bind themselves with such a vow to another?

Pfft, it was for the weak to be confined by obligations.

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But still, he was in a sense happy for Oddom and offered his old, tattered wineskin made of hoary marmot leather to him. “Here, take a sip. A good hefty swig. It's the finest of Kib's wine. Let's celebrate you becoming a father.”



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Old 'Zultan' was at the soapery at work, making soap (what else would one do at a soapery?) out of grizzly bear tallow. He, too, had heard good news: his daughter Fikod Livingglazes had given birth to a girl, her fifth child. The amount of little “fuzzy-wuzzy” (as he called them) grandchildren 'Zultan' had was growing by the year.

'It's a pity Ilral didn't live long enough to see all this,' he thought, sighed as he added more lye to the tallow since it didn't seem to mix so well. 'I should pay my respects to the Prince. I haven't had time for it in a while. Ôsed's blessing won't do no good if the Prince isn't appeased and kept at bay.'



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25th of Sandstone, 375

“Watch where yer goin',” one of the dwarf merchants scowled at Fikod Livingglazes as she was carrying some mushroom tree logs. They were in the second caverns and she certainly hadn't expected to run into leaving merchants here. So, as she was thinking of her family and newborn (not to mention that she was fuming due to having a miserable bedroom), she had almost bumped into the short-headed dwarf with broad, splayed out ears and his camel.

“I-I'm sorry, mister dwarf,” she stammered in response, stopping for a moment to look as the caravan passed through the palisade gates into the dark, winding marble passages.

'What are they doing? What would make them come all the way down here, and head off that way?' She thought. It was odd. It was suspicious. Very suspicious.

And as new assistant to the Sheriff of Waterlures, or more precisely, Dungeon Master, as was the dwarven title Fecici insisted she should use, this was something she had to look into.



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4th of Timber, 375

Amane was so angry. So, so angry.

Those humans and their stupid thoughts -- oh, how they infuriated her! She had gotten into an argument with the guild representative Kosha Mergedlengths --that arrogant bitch!-- about, about... Wait, what was it about? Amane had forgotten it already, but that woman, oh how she loathed her now!

The fairy flew to the stack of barrels at the side wall of the Fruit of Letters. There was a big mug full of ale she'd seen earlier (she swore she had) and she was definitely in need of a drink. She dipped her head in the mug (she had remembered correctly for once!) and guzzled as much as possible for one her size in one go.

Ah, it tasted so good! It felt so good! Oh what a wonderful day this was! She began fluttering towards the stairs in a rather bobbing manner, the whole argument with the humans forgotten by now.



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13th of Opal, 375

The Winter Festivals were late this year. Opal was almost halfway through and still no declaration when they would be held had come from the mayor.

So, life continued as usual in Waterlures (except for the speculation that there might be no festivals -- a horrendous thought).

Feb Spokenpaper, the two year old son of Ònul and Deler, was out in a snow storm, all exasperated when it struck: the mood. The odd, scary and mighty queer event many a capybara person had gone through in these lands. The event where you loose control of yourself and are guided by forces unknown to create an artifact even dwarves would envy.

And so little Feb waddled through the snow to Likot's old crafts house and begun his work...

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...And when he finished he had a ring made out of giant cardinal bone in his paws, decorated with small studs of fine pewter and spore tree, and into the bone itself was carved an image of the Free Color, a hatch cover made years ago.

'Mommy will like this,' Feb thought as he admired his paw-work.



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2nd of Obsidian, 375

Finally, when Obsidian arrived on the calendar, the Winter Festivals were held.

Once again, they were held in the Fruit of Letters. Fecici was not pleased with it, for he had thought that it would be a simple matter to change the place to the Enchanted Bridge. It was not.

After some polite discussions with capybara folk he deemed the most important, he came to the conclusion that if he didn't want to risk his re-election (of course, an absurd thought in itself -- who wouldn't vouch for him?), it would be a bad idea. And Fecici wanted to play it safe. He was still a rather new face here. And he very much liked being mayor: he was, after all, the most important person around.

So, the Fruit of Letters was packed tightly from wall to wall, and it felt like they might burst any time: for there were so many merry-makers and party-goers this year, too.

The worst was the smell. Oh, the smell.

Fecici hated it.



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As the festivities went on ravens flocked in the dark gray skies, flying above the northern hill as snow silently fell down.

They had not been sighted for some time, and if everyone would have been at the Fruit of Letters, they might have been missed.

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'Zultan' was the one who glanced up and noticed them in the sky.

'The black birds have returned,' he thought as he walked down the road towards the North Gate. 'If Ïteb is to be believed they are messengers of the Gods. Good or ill, both a possibility. I do hope they bring fortune, not death. The Prince should be satisfied, I have paid her my respects for this year. But I fear the worst. It's always the worst...'

As he walked, the wind began to blow harder, bite deeper. A snow storm was approaching, he surmised.



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7th of Obsidian, 375

There were always some who didn't join the Winter Festivals.

Mainly it was due to work that couldn't be left untouched for too long, training sessions at the barracks or feeling a bit too ill for it. Sometimes one just didn't feel like attending. And there was nothing wrong in it. The festivities were not mandatory.

So, nobody paid much thought when Åblel Sprinklegorges didn't attend. No questions were asked, just accepting nods and 'do-as-you-pleases'.

It was the perfect moment for Åblel.

Ever since laying eyes on that beautiful stone in the caverns he had discovered (and kept secret), he could not get it out of his mind. It was becoming an obsession, and he so very much wanted to see it again!

And now, now he was carrying some fungiwood towards the passage he found. He would first build a make-shift bridge across the water, then carve his way through the marble and finally head to touch the stone. The oh so beautiful stone.

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He hacked his way through the thick marble column, his pick strikes echoing and ringing through the otherwise silent vast caverns, small chunks of rock splashing into the still, dark water.

When he was through, he almost ran towards the bluish green stone, as if drawn to it by fate (though, more likely it was only Åblel's greed that drove him). He desperately needed to touch it.

But instead of touching the odd stone, he began hacking the marble surrounding it away.

And then he went for the stone itself with his pick, chipping off a piece of it.



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Åblel managed to return to the surface without anyone noticing him. He headed to one of the crafting workshops he knew nobody ever used, climbed the stairs and threw his pick on the floor.

He looked at the piece of stone in his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement and greed. 'It is so light. So beautiful. So hard, but so soft. So bright, so precious,' he thought as he stepped to the table, rummaging for a mallet and various chisels. 'It does not look like stone. Not at all. Maybe it is a gift from Ôsed, a sign of sorts?'

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After finishing chipping the stone into some kind of a figurine (it was harder than one would expect -- especially for someone with practically no skill), Åblel hastily made his way along the wooden walkways, peeking around corners to make sure nobody saw him, and when he thought it was clear he scurried off to the old baronial quarters to his home.

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And there he put on a pedestal his work: a crude statuette that was vaguely looked like a rabbit, specifically the Rabbit, Ôsed. And the rabbit was contemplating (though, it took quite some effort from the onlooker to see this).

Åblel was satisfied. Here he could admire the stone each and every day, giving praise to Almighty Ôsed at the same time!



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1st of Granite, 376

A new year arrived, and with it spring.

Spring was not only an occasion of relief that the Winter loosened its grip. It was the time when the ruthless flail of the Prince fell upon Minbazkar and culled the lives of those whose time had come -- as was agreed when Abod ensnared the Rabbit in an age before myth and time.

Fortunately Ôsed was wise and full of cunning: she in turn tricked the Prince when the pact was sealed, securing the souls of the mortals as her own, giving Abod only control over the bodies left behind. And these saved souls the Rabbit raised high, high above the mountains into the skies. And there aside the radiant Ôsed they danced and rejoiced, bringing light and hope to the world as twinkling stars of the night.

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This year it was time for old Kib Spearmobbed, mother of eleven and eldest of all capybara folk to pass away.

It happened on the walkway leading across the Lakes of Saturninity to the Enchanted Bridge, and Zon Mineburned the Pilgrim saw it all happen. There, not so far in front of him, Kib had walked with vigor and strength when a sudden breeze, colder than the coldest of winter could be felt pass through flesh and bone -- yet no hair nor cloth nor snow was moved around by it.

But Kib, Kib suddenly fell to the ground, and Zon knew: The Prince had come and Kib was dead.

'Our time here feels so brief,' he thought as he clenched his fist leaving two fingers extended, grasped the wrist with his other paw and pulled it to his chest -- it was a hand-sign of Ôsed used by some worshipers of her. 'The Prince of Duty is ever-waiting to thresh us like grain -- may Kib's good soul be in the arms of the Rabbit and not among the chaff in Abod's winnowing basket,' he prayed.



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21st of Slate, 376

The strangest thing happened to Amane the fairy. In one moment she was being her normal annoying self, flying around the Old Forge and pestering folk hauling stone from the quarries to the masons to be cut, and then suddenly, a new moment arrived: she was struck by a fey mood.

One would think (at least, Amane thought) that when one is a fairy, you are always in a fey mood.

Yet, that did not seem to be the case, and so Amane flew out of the forge with never before seen determination to make an artifact, not being the least distracted by all sorts of curious things on the way.

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She claimed a seldom used workshop in the Oaken Gold, the crafters' guildhall, and then she buzzed along the wooden walkways towards the old baronial quarters, down the stairs and through the Dwarf Quarter, ever the deeper, down the mine shaft.

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Past many a moss-covered skeleton lying between the stone pillars of the caverns she flew, all the way out the gates of the palisade, once more, deeper into the depths...

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...But she did not have to go much further into the dark, for there she saw what she was searching for: a bone of some rather small creature of the caves.

(Well, for Amane it was not that small, and it took her an awful long time to drag it to the surface.)



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While Amane was fetching materials for her masterpiece, Adil Wheelsconfined and Dodók Channelplaits were at the Lovers' Hut on a “much need vacation”, as Zultan had told them.

They hardly knew each other, and barely could say they were acquaintances, but old Zultan had decided to try and honor Kib's memory by getting as many of her children coupled as possible. And since no romance seemed to spark between Etur and Inod, the capybara man soapmaker had thought to see if he could get Dodók to fancy someone.

'One must always carefully consider the correct course of action,' Zultan had thought, and this indeed seemed  the right thing to do.



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Zultan snapped awake. He had apparently fallen asleep while downing a mug of Datan's mead at the Hut of Romancing. There was some commotion coming from the tables next to his, which had disturbed his elderly capybara nap.

“Sewers? SEWERS! Bloody hell, Tekkud,” the voice of Vabôk rang as he vented at the dwarf sage (who used to be a doctor not so long ago). “You're talking about sewers when we're supposed to be planning strengthening the defenses of Waterlures!”

“Well, it is strengthening the defenses,” Tekkud replied. She was offended by the tone of the Mestthosite monk's voice, though at the same time it gave her more the reason to press her argument -- a little tumult now and then just spiced the day. “There are far worse and more insidious foes than mere goblins and ettins, monk.”

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“As I wrote in my book, 'Question Fouled Water' -- which I highly suggest you read,” Tekkud addressed the monk whose face was turning visibly red, “Nasty diseases, deadly diseases -- infections, if you will -- spread when water is soiled with all manner of waste.”

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“Why, despite my words in the book -- titled 'Question Fouled Water', in case you forgot --, folks in this town of ours keep taking all sorts of rotten fish, betattered clothing and animal corpses and throw them outside the walls. Outside the walls! Next to the lake! Do you even know what that can entail, Vabôk?” The sage continued her lecturing.

“Damn your books, and damn you scholarly types!” Vabôk raged, “By Mestthos' steelen buttocks, I'll shove those accursed papers of yours down your gullet!” He was about to spring up from the table and punch the sage in her nose.

“Language, brother. Language,” Unib, the Holy Bulwark of the Armored Cults' Waterlures chapter, snapped at the dyer-monk.

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'Ah, the quest for knowledge never ends, yet some don't see the value in it,' Zultan thought as he listened to the bickering and arguing. 'Well, this'll be interesting to watch.'

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“Indeed, mind your tongue,” Tekkud nodded at Unib. She noticed Vabôk trying to calm down a bit after the Holy Bulwark's words. “Like it or not, I will take this to mayor Fecici and recommend that we build a sewage system sooner than later. I am sure he will appreciate such a motion. And it would not only prevent outbreaks, but do something about the horrid stench of fish wafting in the air when all the scales and entrails won't be strewn about...”

“Hey! There's nothin' wrong with a li'l bit o' fish smell, I'm sayin',” Edëm interjected from across the room.

“Well, I can see that,” Tekkud turned to the dwarf miner, looking a little bit down at the simpleton. “Carrying half-rotten fish all the time with you. Such a crude habit.”

'Ah, that explains the fish stench surrounding Edëm,' Zultan thought as he looked towards the dwarf, noticing the tail of a fish poking out of his pocket.

“I think this discussion is over,” the sage said, “In fact I think I'll head off right away to meet the mayor. The best way to get what you want is to work for it.”

She turned and started walking towards the door, her incredibly fat body bobbing from left to right as she lumbered out of the tavern.



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20th of Felsite, 376

Finally Amane's work was completed.

It had taken her almost a month to find the proper materials she needed (not to mention carrying all of them by herself) and craft the artifact of fey origin.

Eremoisa Alabeiróci, Smashedshafts the Momentous Vandal, was the name of the crundle bone ring of the highest quality craftsfeyship. Encircled with bands of crundle bone and cushion gabbro cabochons, the ring with crundle bone and hemp cloth spikes was truly a sight to behold!

She decided to gift it to Waterlures, as an appreciation of all the experiences the town had given her.



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18th of Hematite, 376

Fecici was in a good mood and feeling proud of himself. Summer had just arrived and that awful, cold winter and terribly wet spring were now behind. Well, it was raining now, too, but summer rain was different. It was warm and soothing.

Fecici had just been re-elected by the citizens' assembly: once again it was decided that he was the best (of course) option for mayor. Yes, it was for the best of the silly fat rodents that he was in charge -- why, without him they would still be in the mess Likot Languagehame caused! She was utterly incompetent as mayor.

He walked up the quartz road with a pompous stride and a self-satisfied wide smile upon his face. He passed human merchants arriving from the Just Union, who glanced curiously at the rather smug-looking short elf with very splayed out ears and a well-groomed long, long moss green hair flowing behind him. The obnoxious elf raised his slightly tattered silken flat cap as a greeting, uncovering the several bone crowns he wore under it.

The humans looked at each other, shaking their heads as they continued their way to the trade depot.



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Another update there then.

I think Kib was the last of the starting capies to die. She would've been 79 years this year, so almost the max (she was made before I changed the max to higher than 80). A pity she died. Who'll now cook all the lovely meals and keep our citizens fat?

The adamantine chipping and sewer talk scenes were forced ones (in case you didn't guess), but I did try to write all the dialog/thoughts and such based on what each was currently thinking (well, maybe not Edëm -- also, he didn't have a fish with him, but I like to imagine he had, so now it's canon).

So, yeah, now there's a rather shoddy and "cheap" (for candy) adamantine figurine in the fort. Have to keep an eye on it in case someone else than Åblel sees it.

And, yes, I've been contemplating on adding sewers eventually to Waterlures. Won't be immediately, but at some point.

Other than that? I might have a couple day break from the story and do other stuff, but we'll see. (Probably I'll just end up playing and postponing other stuff, but we'll see.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 06, 2023, 05:30:21 am
Dang the last of the OG capybaras is gone, that's a real shame. Also a sewer seems pretty cool even.


Here's the saved copy of the thread I promised, and I even kept it up to date as it has the latest update in it. (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16671)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 06, 2023, 05:39:42 am
Dang the last of the OG capybaras is gone, that's a real shame. Also a sewer seems pretty cool even.


Here's the saved copy of the thread I promised, and I even kept it up to date as it has the latest update in it. (https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16671)

Yeah, but then again, most of them died peacefully of old age, which is quite something.

Thanks! I'll add a link to the OP once I get to updating it (I hope I remember to do it).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 06, 2023, 06:20:55 am
Kind of strange to think that this is the only fort I know of that has had quite a few members die of old age.

Also it's kind of exciting to have something I've done added to the OP of a thread.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: delphonso on May 06, 2023, 08:01:16 am
Good on you, KZ. I keep skimming this thread, but haven't had the time to sit down and fully catch up for the last 3 pages. I was coming here to back it up myself.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 07, 2023, 12:54:34 am
Also it's kind of exciting to have something I've done added to the OP of a thread.

Well, you certainly deserve it. And not only just because of backuping the thread, but for the support you've been giving since the fort's beginning. :)

I keep skimming this thread, but haven't had the time to sit down and fully catch up for the last 3 pages.

I guess there's quite a lot to read. When I get invested in something, all my focus tends to shift into it and I end up spending way too much time on it (and everything else is neglected). Had this problem since a kid. :D
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 07, 2023, 01:47:20 am
grats on 50 semi-continuous years :D I don't think I've ever had the patience to take a fortress to that age. It's sheer dedication! I think the fact you have this narrative living alongside the fortress, in a way, that's what keeps it growing maybe.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 07, 2023, 03:21:35 am
Also it's kind of exciting to have something I've done added to the OP of a thread.

Well, you certainly deserve it. And not only just because of backuping the thread, but for the support you've been giving since the fort's beginning. :)
Glad to be of service, also I've really enjoyed this whole story and all the characters in it, so I didn't want to see it damaged by those dumb asses at Imgur.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: dikbutdagrate on May 07, 2023, 05:50:56 pm
So, the turns of others have mainly been adventurer stuff, whether it's just bringing new folk to town or doing some sinister stuff and stir the world a bit. Then there's the option of doing small settlements (=adventurer camps), which I've been lately adding to the world. Of course, your adventurer can visit Waterlures and do stuff there too (except murderhobos not welcome).

Oh no worries, never mind then.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 08, 2023, 09:54:27 am
Part IX:
The Haunting

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12th of Malachite, 376

Zultan's plan worked.

Dodók Channelplaits, daughter of Kib and Edu, and Adil Wheelsconfined, son of Såkzul and Zuglar, had come to fancy each other during their vacation. Such was the magic of the Lovers' Hut, nestled on the ridge of the North Hill and overlooking Waterlures and the Lakes of Saturninity.

But both Dodók and Adil were still young, and romances of the youth can be fickle. It remained to be seen whether the spark would hold, and the love between the two lead to a future together.



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17th of Malachite, 376

Oko sat down at his table in his own small, cozy home. It was on the second floor of one of the houses standing on the stilts over the lake. He liked it very much, though it was a bit drafty and moist. Slightly over two years had passed since he came here, and he had enjoyed his new life in Waterlures very much.

However, the meals were not the same anymore.

He looked at the stuffed omelette on his table. It had sheep meat and grapes in it. Grapes. The stuff that that wonderful cook and brewer Kib used to make wine out of. Now that she was gone, the meals were just not the same anymore. Oko was unsure who the new cook was, but certainly it lacked the magic touch of Kib.

But it was a meal nonetheless, and Oko ate it without complaints.



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19th of Malachite, 376

Dodók's heart was filled with joy and pounding, her stomach felt as if full of butterflies, and it all was for a reason: she and Adil had come to realize that they were both mad in love with each other. And so, there, in the Lovers' Hut, they had exchanged vows and prayed for the blessing of Ôsed -- Adil insisted.

So now they were wife and husband.

“Come, my husband,” Dodók said gleefully as she hopped down the slope towards the Hill Gate. “This warrants a party more than anything! Last in the Fruit of Letters sleeps on the floor!”

She giggled as Adil began racing her down the slope.



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Not many managed to make it to the rather spontaneous party. There was much work to do, and mayor Fecici was strict with schedule and frowned upon slacking around. So most kept doing their duty diligently, but gave their congratulations and blessings to the newly weds.

But at least there was friend and family, and even old Zultan had decided to attend. It was a joyous occasion.

Though, it must be said that the human beast hunter, Urwa Twinkledbaked, who happened to be in town felt a bit of an outsider during the event. And of course Oko, who had got into an argument with Urwa just before the merry-makers arrived, was glum because of it and it irritated him for he would have much liked to be gay with the others -- especially since he considered Dodók a close friend.



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27th of Galena, 376

Oko was nervous and excited. He was at the mayor's office and had just asked to be granted citizenship of Waterlures. His two years trial period -- a tradition mayor Fecici insisted was to be kept -- was over and now he would know if he could stay here for as long as he pleases, being part of the growing community.

“Oh, citizenship?” Fecici replied to the badger man. He wasn't particularly focused on the question, since he had more important matters on mind, such as the nearing completion of the Trade House, an urgent appeal to extend the walls so that they went across the lake (“If the enemy comes in winter, they can just waltz over the ice and around the ones we have,” Vabôk had said -- and was absolutely right), and Tekkud's motion for a sewage system.

The sewers were of special interest to Fecici: he was absolutely fed up with the stench of fish. And since fishing had to continue (the economy depended on it), sewers might be the answer. But now, now this badger man was pestering him with issues of no importance. Fecici couldn't care one way or the other.

“So, the two years have passed already? My, my, time does fly, doesn't it? You lose track of such trivial things when you are not a mortal,” Fecici continued, looking at the expectant badger man who was visibly nervous. “Yes, why not? Your fairy friend has been granted citizenship already, and I see no reason why you shouldn't too. So, you may now consider yourself a citizen proper. I will see to it that the bookkeeper writes you a writ of citizenship and I will sign it.”

Oko felt his heart race and a tremendous weight being dropped off his shoulders. He was accepted! He was a citizen of Waterlures now! Oh what jubilation he felt!

“Thank you, good sir mayor, thank you,” Oko said in response, bowed many a time, kissed the mayor's hand, and finally ran down the stairs to find Amane and his rooster Goden, so that he could tell them the greatest of news!



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1st of Limestone, 376

It was late evening and a heavy downpour fell from the skies.

Zasit Shipfinger, one of the dwarves of Waterlures, was working late and in a rather sour mood. He was all soaked wet, dragging the bulky carcass of a dead giant cardinal to the refuse piles. It was annoying.

Suddenly he felt a cold shiver creep up his spine. Was it getting colder? On the first day of autumn? Then he felt another shiver and thought he heard a faint whisper. No, it was something else than the cold.

He turned around.

And he saw what had caused the shivers.

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A ghost.

“AAAAH!” The now frightened Zasit screamed at the apparition and began dragging the corpse as fast as he could down the slope, slipping on wet grass and mud every second step. For some reason, it did not occur to him in that occasion to drop the body and run.



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11th of Limestone, 376

The saplings growing on the slope leading to the Lovers' Hut and statue garden had grown into young trees. It was decided that they should be felled and burned for charcoal, lest the hill get overgrown and be a possible way for enemies to easily sneak into town.

Zasit the dwarf was the one tasked for the job, and he set forth to cut down the trees just as the merchants from Ustuth Ïdath arrived.

As he was cutting down a highwood trunk, he felt the shiver again. 'Oh no, not again,' he thought. 'It must be that spirit from the other side again. What does it want from me?'

The dwarf turned slowly around, and indeed, there was the ghost once again.

It frightened him very much, but he managed to blurt out a question, “What do you want from, spirit from beyond the grave?”

The ghost just floated in front of him, seemingly wailing its woeful song without words. But then Zasit heard words form in his mind, “Oooh, woe is me! Woe is my body laying in the deeps of the earth, yet unburied. Sullied it is by the foulness thriving in the depths... Oooh, woe is me! Woe be my poor lifeless body!”



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7th of Sandstone, 376

Dodók sat at the table with her husband. They had moved to the childhood home of Adil, where his parents Zuglar and Såkzul -- the first manager and bookkeeper of Waterlures -- used to live. Dodók would have preferred her parents' old house on the lake above Edu's Fishery, but one of her older sisters, Inod, moved there. It was a collective decision of her siblings and she accepted it begrudgingly.

She was a bit angry about it, but soon she would forget the grievance. Like she always did.

Besides, Zuglar's and Såkzul's house was more spacious and less drafty, so it would be a better place to raise their children (once they had such).



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The dwarf prophet Mosus Cudgeldrummed had just sat down to eat a hefty and greasy goose egg omelette. She lived in the so-called Prophets' House (named so due to all current occupants being prophets), just next to the tomb of baroness Kasat and the temporary trade depot.

She heard a sudden hissing sound coming from between the floor boards. It sounded a bit like steam escaping a teapot.

Before she had time to turn to look at the floor, she saw wisps of unnatural mist rise and begin to take a form. She fell all pale for she understood what was happening. A ghost, a restless spirit risen from the dead, was appearing in front of her.

She screamed in horror.



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24th of Sandstone, 376

'It's not perfect, but it's good enough. Why should I fret about it?' Inod Oilyround thought as she was walking to work. Nobody had told her straight to the face that her masonry wasn't as good as proper dwarven masonry, but she could certainly see it in the eyes of some folk. She didn't really mind what they thought -- as long as what she made was functional, it was enough.

But at that moment, when she was thinking how she didn't care if she was “succesful” in her life or not, she stopped in her tracks. Her mind went into a blur of ideas and images in rapid succession. Then her body began to move as of its own accord towards the masons' workshops.

She had been possessed by the spirits permeating this magical land, and with that, an artifact was on its way.



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1st of Timber, 376

It was late winter and snow was falling early this year. It was a curious event that happened that day, for none expected it, though Edzul Boardtrampled wished for it every night: Datan Futuretours returned from his travels.

For a pawful of years the husband of Edzul had been traveling the land, learning much of the broader world and its happenings, broadening his perception of it. Now, finally, home had called and he returned, unannounced, and he had much to tell.



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It was a pity Baron Oddom did not have time to catch up with his sister's husband. He was, to be honest, he had not believed Datan would return. In any case, talking with Datan would have to wait. Oddom had more important things to do: it was his turn to travel now.

For winter was approaching and work on the foundations of the expansion of the walls had to be done then. And winter was only a season long, which was not nearly enough to build -- according to the estimations of the architects. So mayor Fecici had decided that more working hands would be needed, and Oddom, as the official messenger of Waterlures, was the one who would go out and request workers.

His destination was the hillocks of Tradeplay, nearly a day's travel to the south and east, just northwest of the keep of Lonecanyons.



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Datan's sister Fikod Livingglazes, good friend (and husband of Fikod) Kogan Girderreigned, and sister-in-law Logem Standardmartyr came to the Fruit of Letters along with his with Edzul. It was not a grand return party, but more of a small family reunion.

Proper merry-making could wait until the Winter Festivals.

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“Say, brother,” Fikod began, feeling all happy and full of joy for seeing her older brother healthy and alive (though he was awfully skinny now, and there was no more Kib's fine meals to make him plump again). “In your travels, did you hear the story of Edëm Dyedaggers? How this dwarf was supposedly was the first king, long before the coming of the Unaging King?”

“I... Heard such tales. Several different ones. Truth or myth, who knows?” Datan replied, “But what they had in common, was that they were whispered in hushed voices after night had fallen and no prying ears were near. Tell me, how does the story you have heard go?”

And so Fikod began recounting the version of the story of King Edëm that was a common one these days in Waterlures.



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10th of Timber, 376

It took Baron Oddom a bit longer than just a few days to visit Tradeplay.

It took some convinving the good folk of the hillocks that they were safe in Waterlures from their liege the usurper baron Stukos Matchedsabres, who concidered the place as his. In the end, promises of good sturdy houses to call home, plentiful food and a fair amount of wealth was what convinced them.

So Oddom returned with a group of ten -- more than enough hands (and paws) for the work to be done once the Lakes of Saturninity froze.

The arrivals were Endok Touracts and Atír Tongsquill, a dwarf couple; Ugrad Oceanmead, Geshud Torchrout, Såkzul Mortalattic (who was a metalsmith) and Sibrek Conjurerooms -- all capybara men and women; and finally, a curious bunch of four weasel folk: Zasit Trumpetspirits, Ònul Tranceceiling, Iden Glovepartner and Ushat Valecaves.

But what was most interesting for Oddom was that, while he was at Tradeplay, he heard that the some five years ago a group of five had visited the place: a capybara woman, an elephant man, a goblin, a mandrill man and a young capybara man. They had been asking for troubles and threats that needed to be taken care of.

They had to be Suwu, Cañar, Rin and Ova. But who was the fifth? In any case, there was finally some news of where they had gone!



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12th of Timber, 376

It was hard to concentrate to read a copy of 'To the Origin of Rainfall and Glory!' -- or anything really -- these days in the House of Knowledge. It would have bothered Tekkud Bannerguise very much, were it not for the fact that the cause of it was that she was absolutely horrified and shock.

She had dismissed the talk of sights of ghosts haunting Waterlures as ridiculous, as products of superstition and the too wild imaginations of simple-minded folk. Yet here she was, clutching a scroll in her hands, all shaking and feeling pale.

'It haunted me, it taunted me. It was a ghost! This is truly horrifying,' she thought to herself as she felt a spreading, warm wetness trickle down her legs. None of this helped at all in her current situation: she was already feeling the weight of the burdens placed on her shoulders have an effect on her mind.

And now this. These apparitions, these hauntings.

Something had to be done.



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Oddom timed his return well.

It was only two days after he came with the new workers that his wife Istrul gave birth to their second child: a girl!

The two parents were blissful and happy that they had decided to get married. It not only had brought security, but joy and hope to their lives. Something they both had needed.



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28th of Timber, 376

The old house of Ïteb the gorlak prophet in the center of Waterlures was being torn down. Space was becoming scarce within the walls, so buildings were packed more tightly and made taller -- Ïteb's old house was in the way for this. The gorlak and her servant Id the naked mole dog man had moved away from it several weeks ago: they moved to one of the houses on the lake, next to Vabôk's dyery to pursue the simple lives of fisher folk.

To the shock of many, Ïteb had not been the same since her return. She rarely spoke of the divine will of Ôsed anymore, and when asked for spiritual guidance, she said that there were other prophets in town, maybe they had the answers.

Some say it was the sight of the unfinished temple outside the walls that caused it. Some said she had seen things, horrible things, when she was away and she had become disillusioned. But who can say what was on her mind and the cause of the change, for she did not speak it.

Whatever the case, there was an accident when the last pieces of roofing and the attic were taken down. Once again planks and shingles were flung around with capybara and elf, and a great cloud of dust rose from the site.

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But luck or divine protection was on the side of the denizens of Waterlures once again: despite the drop and many a heavy piece of wood, none were crushed under the weight and there was only one minor injury: Ustuth Polishlens, son of Kasat and Cusal, had his right hand bruised by falling planks.



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9th of Moonstone, 376

As soon as the lake froze work on the expansion of the walls of Waterlures began.

Quarried phyllite had been turned into building blocks during the summer and autumn, and now the capybara folk were busy hauling them and erecting the foundations. The ice was slippery, the wind harsh and cold, wet sleet fell almost horizontally from the sky, but the work had to be done.

And the sooner the foundations would be completed, the sooner the Winter Festivals could be held.



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16th of Opal, 376

Tekkud Bannerguise was not feeling well. Her body was not sick, no. That was perfectly healthy (she had been sure to stay clear of fouled water). But her mind. Her mind was not well, and she had become haggard and drawn.

'Nobody understands. Nobody understands our predicament, my predicament,'[/i] she thought as she stumbled out of the Dwarf Quarter. 'All my hard work. My words in my books. Words of importance and warning. Nobody seems to care. All I get is ridicule!'

She walked slowly up the stairs, each step she took feeling heavier than the previous. Her efforts to petition for the sewers had been accepted, but when would building start? Or even planning? It would certainly end up like that temple of Ôsed, waiting years for plans and when building began, it would halt halfway and never continue.

All that time spent on pondering matters philosophical and medical... It was time away from prayer to Nemen Trustedworth, to Ágesh Blockadeskinned,  to Nanir, and to Zoku the Permanency of Quests -- not to mention several other gods! Nothing creative done, her family far, far away, and now, even the dead tormented her! Ah, woe was her life!

She stepped out, walked onto the wooden walkway only to be assaulted by a particularly vicious blizzard -- even the weather mocked and made fun of her!



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4th of Obsidian, 376

Work on the foundations of the wall expansion was completed sooner than thought, but raging snow storms and otherwise foul weather slowed down the dismantling of Ïteb's old house. So it was only when the last month of the year came on the calendar that the Winter Festivals could begin.

And once again the Fruit of Letters was crammed tightly with folk -- this year even more so due to the laborers from Tradeplay.

Even the ghosts attended, spooking some of the merry-makers once in a while.

They were very much the center of attention this year, and many a discussion was held on what to do about the poor restless souls.



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'Ah, what to do about the situation?' Fecici (who did not attend the festivities this winter) thought as Tekkud the sage was leaving his office. The dwarf was visibly disturbed and within the last season she had come many a time to yell and cry at Fecici, sometimes even sobbing at his shoulder while Fecici cradled his arms around the dwarf.

He felt empathy for her. It was not nice to see one of his citizens in such bad spirits, and no manner of assurance that the sewers would be built, right after the walls were erected, seemed to help. He had to admit: he was at a loss how to handle this.

Yes, there were things that even he could not fix nor solve.

He feared that the only thing left to do was to send Tekkud away from Waterlures. And that would be a shame, for she was a great mind and thinker, and an excellent doctor -- the kinds of her would be needed if war ever came this way.



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Work on the wall expansion going over the lake begun then. It's a bit too open and risky if a proper siege arrives at winter. We don't really have any good place to hide and hole up, so if the walls are "breached" the capies are doomed.

But the walls won't stop all enemies. They're not so high and they're made of logs, so some siegers will eventually climb over.

That Tekkud dwarf seems to be a lost case. I'm a bit conflicted should I send her away or see her downward spiral through until the end? So far she seems like not being a tantrumer, but you never know...

Also, I'm pretty sure why those dwarf ghosts came and have a few ideas how to deal with it. We'll see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 09, 2023, 04:21:14 am
I like that my guy has become a matchmaker, also didn't think I'd see the day we'd need a wall all around the town but I guess things are changing in town.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 09, 2023, 06:16:30 am
Yeah, I'm not sure if the matchmaking fits his actual DF personality, but somehow he felt like the guy to do it. Glad you like his new role. :)

We'll see if I get the wall up before sieges arrive. I hope so. Or at least that sieges don't come when the ice is frozen. If they do, well they can just walk straight around the wall without problem. So far we've been fortunate not to have any, so not complaining about that.

Forgot to mention, I was quite surprised when the capybara scholar Datan returned. He was apparently one of the travelers I forgot to bring back upon unretire. I have no idea where he actually went (no info in Legends) so I'm trying to make something up and be a bit vague about it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 10, 2023, 02:22:05 am
I have no idea where he actually went (no info in Legends) so I'm trying to make something up and be a bit vague about it.
That's strange I wonder why there's no listing of that.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 10, 2023, 02:33:31 am
I have no idea where he actually went (no info in Legends) so I'm trying to make something up and be a bit vague about it.
That's strange I wonder why there's no listing of that.

I don't think I've ever seen any player fort citizen who has gone traveling show up in legends what they were doing. Then again, it hasn't happened so often to me, so I might've been just unlucky or missed it.

But I'd guess they function like Questers (https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Quester), and are in search of artifacts or going off to slay beasts, but never get to accomplish the mission or something?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 10, 2023, 04:05:59 am
Strange I wonder if it's a bug.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 10, 2023, 06:30:18 am
Part X:
The Beast

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18th of Granite, 377

Spring arrived and Waterlures began to stir and continue work after the end of the winter was full of leisure and merry-making. And, as per usual, spring brought with it the elves from far off Múya Loré.

Odda the leopard gecko woman looked at the passing elf merchants, leading their reindeers and camels packed with trade goods from their lands. It brought her old comrades from the Turquoise Veils in mind: Suwu and Ova -- particularly the latter, who came from the northern elf lands.

Despite the news that they had been to Tradeplay more than five years ago, seeking heroic deeds to be done, it did not mean they were good and well. No, more likely they had met their end on their adventures -- if not, surely they would have sent at least word by now? And even if they were alive, well, nobody lives forever and old age catches up on everyone eventually.

Odda was a good seventy-one years old noe, which she knew meant that Suwu and Ova would be even older.

It hurt to think that it was unlikely she would ever see her friends again during her lifetime.



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3rd of Slate, 377

The corpulent crow man Meng Manywalled stood in the center of the Enchanted Bridge, confidently imitating the sound of the ngustut. He was pleased to be the central focus of the tavern's hall, though there were not so many listeners present. Young Feb Spokenpaper was next to the stairs playing make believe, happy to be the friend of Meng. Two of the weasel folk, Ushat Valecaves and Zasit Trumpetspirits, were having drinks, thirsty after hard work building the wall expansion. They were interested of the crow man's performance, but it was Zulban Handlebeached, the mountain gnome bookkeeper, who listened most intently.

But it was hard to say what he thought of the performance, for none had heard him ever utter a word.



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5th of Slate, 377

It was late evening when Atír Tongsquill, one of the dwarf workers from Tradeplay, went to the trade depot to quench her thirst. The elven merchants were still there discussing this and that -- elven things, she thought and shrugged her shoulders.

As she filled a white jade mug with dwarven ale from a barrel, she felt an odd, cold wind blow. The hairs on her spine stood up. Slowly she turned around, for she was afraid she knew what it was.

And indeed, there in front of her floated one of the ghosts.

She froze and dropped the mug with a clatter. The elves glanced at her curiously, but didn't either see the ghost or care about it.

Atír wanted to scream, but she could not get even a whisper out of her mouth.

Ooo-o-o-o-oo, I can not rest, my poor soul!” The spirit moaned at her. “Oooooh, the tragedy! The horror! The madness! Oh, Vabôk, Vabôk, why did you do it? Why did you listen to the voices in the dark? The chittering, the wailing! Oh, all those cursed sounds! Why did you heed the Prince's call?”

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“Twisting, winding. Through rock and stone,” the ghost continued, “Up, up, up, no light in sight. Vabôk, oh poor Vabôk. Cursed be the dark! Cursed be that stone! Cursed be that frail mind!”

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“Now that hammer of silver, my hammer... Ooo-o-o-oh, it is covered in crimson, my hands tainted, my kin lays dead. Oh, Abod, Abod, was the madness not enough?”

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“No, nooo-o-oh! Even poor Vabôk's fate appeased you not. Oooh, the howl! The screech! The rumbling! The beating of wings! It came, it came! From the dark it came! I saw it not coming, we saw it not coming! Now, ruined, spoiled, our bodies, poor lifeless bodies. Strewn amongst the filth of the deeps, forgotten, mutilated... Oooh, I must have rest! We must have reeee-eee-est...”

The ghost slowly faded away. A very pale Atír stood at the trade depot, shocked, the elves looking at her curiously and whispering to each other with chuckling following suit.



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23rd of Slate, 377

Old Zultan hadn't given up his task to get Kib's children married. He was especially determined to get Inod Oilyround hooked up with someone. Maybe it was because she was a younger member of the Fenced Princes, and Zultan saw her almost as one of his daughters. Or perhaps it was just that Inod seemed like the person not to fall in love easily (but she commented on the looks of others -- especially when drunk) and it felt like a challenge?

Whatever the case, Inod was once again having a vacation at the Lovers' Hut, and she didn't mind. For what better things are there in life to be at leisure? With her was Fath Ironorgan, one of Kasat's sons. The two were hardly acquainted before this, but immediately they got along and were deep in intellectual discussions covering various topics.

It was a satisfying and pleasing start of a vacation for the two.



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6th of Felsite, 377

Something had drawn the dwarf prophet Kûbuk Tradedruns into the caverns. He had headed out of the gates of the palisade, deeper into the bowels of the rock following the strange feeling he had. There he had found a barely visible passage leading upwards.

And he had followed.

Now he was returning from the first caverns, the supposedly sealed caverns, with arms full of bones of a long-dead giant cave swallow. He was certain this was the guidance of Icemì Apedives -- he was still enraptured after communing with the natural force.

'So what are you trying to tell me, oh Icemì?' The prophet thought as he made his way back down the passage. 'Was this your way of telling us the caverns are still open? That we are not safe? Or, perhaps, of great treasure waiting in the dark?'

Whatever Icemì's reason, it was meant to be that he found the way, the passage. And he knew he needed to tell the others of it, lest an evil enter Waterlures unannounced from the dark.



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9th of Felsite, 377

Åblel Sprinklegorges spent much of his time in the House of Knowledge. He was searching for, well, knowledge. Specifically something related to a very special kind of bluish green stone. But so far there had been no luck, not even the slightest of pointer or hint of such a marvel. It was frustrating, for he was not of the scholarly type and he dared not ask those who were. Asking from others, why, that could reveal his secret!

He was currently reading an unbound quire, a manual entitled 'The Wheel-and-Axles: A New Approach, authored by Tekkud Bannerguise'. It was not at all what Åblel was looking for, and while it wasn't awful, it wasn't very good either.

'I need to find out. I need to know,' Åblel thought, slightly frustrated. 'Somebody must know something, and somebody must have written it down somewhere. But not Tekkud. No, she seems to be losing it. Why, even her writing makes absolutely no sense!'



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8th of Hematite, 377

Summer had just arrive and the work on the wall was progressing well. It'd take still long until it would be finished, but soon it would offer some form of protection if the enemy threatened Waterlures in winter.

Dîshmab Mirrortraded was having a break from work and she walked into the Enchanted Bridge. She saw Cusal the Pilgrim, Meng the crow man and one of the weasel folk, Ushat Valecaves mingling next to the kitchen door. She headed over to them.

“I have so little. I want more!” The crow man croaked to the others, continuing, “Yes, there was less in the forest. But that is why I came here. To get things, shiny things. But I get no shiny things! It's frustrating!”

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The weasel woman Ushat turned to the crow man, looking slightly down upon the half-savage creature. “Well, I'll say, if I was allowed to create something instead of haul all these logs and planks round the lake and onto the construction site, I would most certainly create something 'shiny'. Why, I thought this was a place where one could pursue ones desires and not some labor camp -- this is hardly better than living under baron Stukos!”

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Cusal listened patiently to the complaints of the two, thinking, 'I can't bear this nonsense. I really need to get away and go wander. Things have changed here since dear Kasat's passing... And not for the good.'

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“Mind if I join in?” Dîshmab interrupted the (highly exaggerated) moanings and grumblings of the crow man and weasel woman. She'd felt a bit lonely at work and she had some troubles on her mind, so discussing with someone, anyone -- even lamenting crows and weasels -- would feel like a relief.

“Certainly Dîsh,” Cusal replied, happy that someone sensible joined in. “Perhaps you have something more interesting to say than show your unwarranted dissatisfaction?”

“Well, I'll say... So rude! Hmpf!” The weasel woman scoffed and puffed at Cusal's remark.



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23rd of Hematite, 377

'The others must be there already, Kumil thought as he made his way down to the second caverns. He was late for he had almost forgotten to pick some food before heading for the venture.

He walked past phyllite and marble column, and indeed, the others were there, waiting.

“I see you are gathered,” he addressed the Fenced Princes. There was Zultan, mace in hand, Baron Oddom and Litast Razortongues, one of Zuglar's and Såkzul's offspring. Kumil noticed that from behind approached Mame Fordedrises, one of the elves who had settled in Waterlures.

“Good, this should be enough,” Kumil began. “If Fikod is correct, the restless spirits causing problems are those of several dwarf merchants who left town through there.” He pointed at the palisade gate.

“What drove them to such madness, I can only guess,” he continued, a worried look on his faun face. “But I fear they have fallen prey to some foul beast lurking in the dark. The story told by that new dwarf -- what was her name again? Ah, Atír. Yes, what Atír told the haunt had said to her casts very little doubt to what happened: they met madness and death in the caves, their bodies left unburied and thus, their souls unable to pass to the other side. Damn dwarves, what were they thinking?”

“Oh, well I don't usually think very much either. I just do,” Litast said somewhat absentmindedly.

“We can certainly see that,” Zultan said, wondering whether it was such a good idea that the young, inexperienced capybara came along. If they were to meet some horrid beast, anything like the beasts of the Night or the giant-kin they had faced, he was unsure if Litast could hold his own against such a foe. He would have to look after him.

“Now then, we should move on. Follow my lead,” Kumil said as he breathed in deeply of the dank, foul cavern air. “And no rash actions.”

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With Kumil and Zultan in lead, the Fenced Princes set forth on their mission, heading for the upward passage the prophet Kûbuk had found...

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...and up it they went, arriving at the upper caverns where they began their search, walking cautiosly. A draft blew in the caves, carrying with it the scent of death.

Many a skeleton they passed as they walked under shelter of fungiwood and tower-caps. The columns of stone here were not as dense and labyrinthine as below, but one could certainly get lost easily.

And the air itself felt as if it was tainted with something foul, something unnatural. No wonder the dwarves had gone mad.

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The amount of corpses and piles of bones -- some half-gnawed, others crushed and mangled -- they saw was unimaginable.

“By Abod! What manner of beast has done this?” Zultan whispered to Kumil as he stepped over the shredded remains of a cave crocodile -- a creature of vast size in itself.

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After several hours of walking, the air became thicker, more foul, and the number of carcasses more numerous. Zultan stopped.

“Hush, I think I heard something,” he said, twitching his capybara ears, and sniffing the air. It certainly was the stench of death that lingered in the air. From beyond the grand column in front of them Zultan thought there was a faint sound, a deep breathing sound, and the stench seemed to grow ever the fouler, ever the evil with each of these breaths.

“I hear nothing,” Kumil said, drumming his fingers against his shield carelessly. “But I trust your hearing. Your ears are better than mine.”

“Bah, let us not worry, comrades! We will be succesful,” Litast joined in with confidence.

Zultan frowned at Litast, but said nothing. He would have to make sure the young one stayed safe, but crushing his confidence would not do that.

“Come, it is time. Let us see what awaits us in the dark,” Kumil said as he drew his short sword as silently as possible, preparing to move forth.

But the three of them were so focused on the possibility of a beast waiting for them that they noticed not that Oddom and Mame had been left behind -- they were lost, somewhere in the treacherous maze-like caverns.

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Litast took lead before Zultan and Kumil could stop him. Boldly and rashly the young capybara abandoned all caution and walked around the large gabbro column.

And as he stepped between the trunks of a fungiwood tree and tower-cap, there he saw it: a horrifying beast, its tremendous size unlike anything Litast had seen in his life.

There on the ground was a gigantic bloated monster, crouched and leaning on its wings of stretched skin like they were arms. It had a long neck ending in a reptile-like head topped with four long, straight horns. Its body was covered in small, russet scales, full of scar small and large, straight and curved.

It was breathing heavily, as if wheezing, spittle dripping from its beak-like snout onto the skeletal remains of what appeared to be a dwarf. It turned to look at the approaching prey with its three eyes.

“THE BEAST!” Litast yelled before Zultan could stop him.

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“There's no stopping it now! Onwards, my friends, my brothers-in-arms!” Kumil yelled as he ran after Litast who was already on his way to chop the beast with his axe.

And as the battle raged, beast spittle flying, faun and capybara dodging; axe and sword hacking and slashing, mace bashing, there next to the field of battle appeared the ghosts of the deceased.

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The restless spirits looked eagerly how fared the warriors of Waterlures, how little by little the beast suffered wound after wound. How trickles of blood turned into streams, then rivers of crimson, the movements of the beast long-forgotten becoming ever the slower. Vengeance would soon be exacted, justice served.

And finally, the beast fell when the sword of Kumil severed the head of the monster from its body.

As the beast came down with a ground-shaking thud, Zultan turned to look at the haunts. The ghosts were smiling. Zultan gave a nod to them and they nodded back.

He walked over to the ravaged body of one of the dwarves. “We will bury you. Then you may finally rest in peace. Fly to be among the stars aside Almighty Ôsed.”

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“Hah, see? I told you we were to be succesful, old man,” Litast slapped Zultan on the back and interrupted his serious and solemn moment. “Nobody should get on my bad side or this happens.”

The young capybara then waved his axe, flexed his muscles and raised his weapon up high, yelling, “Nobody messes with the Fenced Princes!”



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13th of Malachite, 377

At the same time as the capybara folk were busy retrieving broken dwarf bodies from the caverns, pig man Osime gallivanted around Waterlures, wide smile on face, once in a while tossing and flipping his steel shield in the air like a too large coin.

He had a day off and was on his way home to have a good meal. The quality had improved certainly -- the taste was awful for the first few weeks after Kib's passing (especially when that Edëm dwarf cooked). Still not the best, but pleasing enough.

As he walked through the halls of the new smeltery and forge, whirling the shield on his palm, he thought, 'Well, you certainly are a nice shield. How about I give you a name? Hmmm... Ah, yes! Redticks the Hopeful Pastime! How'd you like that?'



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16th of Malachite, 377

Finally the poor souls of the dwarves who fell prey to beast and madness in the caverns were laid to rest.

The catacombs of Waterlures kept growing, but for now there were more births than deaths a year. And many of the dead were not residents of the town, but visitors who had died of old age (if they were fortunately) or met a horrible fate in the claws and jaws of a predator (such is the price for carelessness).



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3rd of Galena, 377

Summer was nearing its end and soon the vacation of Fath and Inod would be over. During their time spent together and getting to know each other better, they had fallen in love. They truly enjoyed being together, talking about all manner of things and topics, ranging from the practical to the abstract, from daily life to political affairs (though, it was usually Fath who did the majority of talking).

“I see no point in it. All the competition to reach a position of power, the striving against one another,” Fath spoke with passion, paused and sighed before continuing, “It is so foolish. We do naught but doom ourselves with it. Isn't it so, love?”

“I don't understand at all what drives anyone to such lengths to pursue so-called success,” Inod replied, kissing Fath on his cheek. “They would be better off spending time in leisure and having a good party. How about we have a small party before our stay here is over?”

Fath looked Inod in the eye. He smiled. He truly loved this capybara woman and was glad Zultan had arranged them some time off.

“Yes, let's empty the last of the wine and make merry, just like in the Winter Festivals of old!” Fath said to Inod happily, knowing she was one to like tradition.

He took her paw and began to lead her to the wine stores of the Lovers' Hut.



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12th of Galena, 377

The archery range of the Turquoise Veils was moved from next to the South Gate to the side of the stables next to the Enchanted Bridge. It was a longer walk to train now, yes, but the rather central location where the targets used to be was considered too dangerous for by-passers.

Cusal, Fath and Fikod the Dungeon Master were trying out the new range.

“Well, I've had enough for the day,” Fikod said as she loosened her last arrow, hitting quite close to the center. She strapped her bow to her back, picked up the arrows she had stuck in the ground and turned to walk away. “Good luck with the shooting, you both.”

“Say, you heard the one about the cap hopper and the wolverine men?” Cusal said loud enough that Fikod could hear.

“Yes, a dozen times at least, bye!” Fikod responded with a raised voice, waving dismissively with her paw.

“Dad, please. Nobody wants to hear the same jokes over and over again,” Fath said, embarrassed for his father.



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13th of Limestone, 377

The autumn caravan from the Mountainhomes arrived and with it, once again, came the outpost liaison Tirist Brasshandles.

The liaison slowly lumbered up the quartzite road to the grape fields outside of the North Gate. He was in  search of the elf mayor and had heard he was working at the fields. 'Working? Working! Working with the lowly peasant rodents,' Tirist scoffed in his mind as he trudged through the rain.

Upon the slopes he saw the mayor with a wonderfully made broad-brimmed hat on his head (Tirist was a bit envious that he hadn't thought to wear such an outfit to protect from the rain). “Mayor Lizardorgans! It is time to conduct business, if you will,” he greeted the mayor with a stern voice.

“Ah, it is autumn already? Ah, of course it is. Why else would I be picking the harvest, silly me,” Fecici replied, picking up his basket now full of ripe grapes. “Come, come, let us go to my office, please.”

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The elf, though short he was (well, so was Tirist -- even for a dwarf), moved with a much swifter gait and the liaison soon fell behind. He did his best to catch up, but the slopes were muddy and slick, and once he got to the wooden platforms, it was no better. Oh, and the smell. The fresh fish, the half-rotten fish, the fumes from the tannery, and the stench of blood from the butchery.

He hated the smell of Waterlures.

And it helped not that, once again, he was soaking wet, his alpaca wool robe and tunic clinging to his fat form. Why did it have to always rain when he arrived? Cursed weather, cursed nature! Down under, deep in the stone was the proper way to live.

He walked towards the Enchanted Bridge, looked up at the tower rising from its center, and moaned. Of all the things he most hated in Waterlures was the stairs. The steep, long stairs to the mayor's office.

He wished that baron Stukos Matchedsabres would finally do something about these repulsive rodents living in an uncivilized manner, bringing shame to the whole of Ustuth Ïdath.

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Finally in the mayor's office the two went through the trade agreements, which on the side of Waterlures remained the same as usual, but what the Mountainhome wanted most -- and by wanted, meant ordered -- was rather unusual: weapons and good, solid stone blocks for building.

“...Yes, in fact, this is something unnegotiable, Mister Lizardorgans,” Tirist said with a voice that one does not question. He handed a sealed letter to the mayor, and continued, “It is something you must see to, as this letter from baron Stukos himself will clearly state. Now, this is not a threat -- I never threaten anyone -- but it is for the benefit of everyone, for all of our glorious kingdom, that these requirements are met. I need not mention one like you more than once that we face the threat from not two but three goblin kingdoms now: the Tight Torments, the Hell of Miseries and the Cunning Witch.”

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“In his great wisdom, the Unaging King, Såkzul Cudgeltapers (praised be his name!) ordered an assault on Seducebridles -- the very heart of the wretched goblins of the Cunning Witch. This happened last winter,” Tirist began telling the highly embellished story of how the stalwart dwarves of Ustuth Ïdath, led by a dwarf named Tobul Playwalled, assaulted the Dark Fortress. But, alas, they were not successful despite their heroism and were driven back.

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“...And so unfortunate Meng Scalebanners was imprisoned by the vile greenskins,” Tirist began finishing his tale, visibly in tears. He wiped a tear and sniffed.

“It is quite unfortunate...” Fecici nodded, not really interested in the details of the story, but solid facts and numbers, and how big the threat was to him -- to Waterlures.

“What manner of torture and horror awaits Meng, I dare not say. We all know the cruelty living in the blackened hearts of goblin and their kin... But what was worst: even brave Wheeledspears, the yak, was left behind! Oh, the insult of the thought of the majestic creature being in the hands of the goblin menace! Them sharpening their butcher's knives, ready to dig into her flesh! Vengeance must be exacted!” Tirist concluded the story by slamming his fist into his hand.

He then said his farewells to the rather bewildered elf mayor and made his way towards the stairs.

But first he took a deep breather to gather strength and courage to face the stairs again.



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Came out a rather long one, sorry 'bout that!

With so many citizens there's all the time small scenes to write about, so much happening. I really liked how the game and story worked together with the ghosts. I guessed that the dwarf merchants who left through the caverns won't make it out alive, but I didn't expect them to have to put one of their own down due to madness before then getting killed by the forgotten beast. It was also a great coincidence that the dwarf prophet found the passage to the first caverns and managed to avoid the beast.

Anyways, the plan is to finish the wall and then end my turn for some adventurer action. Not sure how long it'll take, but maybe 1-2 ingame years, so maybe by the end of the week?

Also, here's the save, ready for Legends viewing (year 377):
https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16685
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Superdorf on May 10, 2023, 04:53:22 pm
That was a really excellent forgotten beast writeup - the ghosts added something special. I was wondering why you'd kept them around!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 10, 2023, 06:23:07 pm
That was a really excellent forgotten beast writeup - the ghosts added something special. I was wondering why you'd kept them around!

Thanks! I wasn't expecting the ghosts to pop up at the FB battle, but as soon as the fight began they came to the scene. One of those moments when DF just works perfectly with the narrative, giving it something special you wouldn't have thought of yourself.

I checked the Legends info of the FB and it had scored almost 500 kills during its stay in the caverns and killed 2 or 3 other FBs. Plus the amount of scars it had was quite the wall of text. It'd been a resident under Waterlures for quite some time, almost the entire 50 years.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 11, 2023, 03:39:20 am
I checked the Legends info of the FB and it had scored almost 500 kills during its stay in the caverns and killed 2 or 3 other FBs. Plus the amount of scars it had was quite the wall of text. It'd been a resident under Waterlures for quite some time, almost the entire 50 years.
Dang sound's like we were lucky we didn't lose anyone to that thing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 13, 2023, 11:10:29 am
Part XI:
The Lake Wall

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20th of Limestone, 377

As Cog Crazetrades, a dwarf philosopher, was walking down the North Hill, carrying lumber to the carpenter's stocks, a large shadow passed over her, followed by a gush of wind that blew a whirl of yellowed autumn leaves. She looked to the sky and there she saw a giant raven swoop over the wall, head to the Enchanted Bridge and then fly up, up, up spirally around the mayor's tower.

It was a majestic sight to her, but there were those who hated the black birds.

'I do not understand. What makes them hate these birds so much? What causes the anger?' She pondered as she passed through the Hill Gate. 'Perhaps it is something I should think on more. Discuss and debate it with my peers.'



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10th of Sandstone, 377

The dwarf merchants had not yet left when work on carving the stone blocks the outpost liaison had ordered from mayor Fecici began. Phyllite was dragged from the mines, which had turned into a quarry, overseen by a couple dwarf miners with far better knowledge on how to work stone than the average capybara had.

Reg Musclehame, who was still a mason in learning, was at one of the mason's tables, carving blocks out of the phyllite. She was quite content at work and eager to improve her skills, which had become a bit rusty. 'Coins and treasure, pfft. Mere trinkets and baubles, worth nothing in the cruel, unfair world. It's power, power over others that has value. It's the only true measure of worth,' she thought to herself as she worked the stone with mallet and chisel.

She didn't really understand why Meng the crow man was so obsessed with material possessions, competing who had more of this or that. Those were mere shiny trinkets, worth nothing. With power you could take possession of those baubles any time you wanted, make someone create the wealth for you.

'Silly crow man, maybe in due time I'll get it through into that simple mind of yours,' she thought as she continued chipping the stone.



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23rd of Sandstone, 377

It was not only Zultan who tried to pair up the young capybara folk.

Baron Oddom, seeing how her youngest sister Logem Standardmartyr languished without a family of her own, decided to see if he, too, could be a matchmaker. So he told her sister that he had arranged her “some time to rest with another who is in need of rest,” sending Logem to the Lovers' Hut with Litast Razortongues, one of the heroes who vanquished the beast.

Zultan was unsure if they'd make a good match when he heard Oddom's plans, but he said nothing. 'Don't want to ruin poor Oddom's view on Litast. He's a rash blunderer, thinking always with something else than his brain,' Zultan thought as he took a bite of the meal he had in front of him.

The food was still not as good as it used to. He sighed.



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5th of Timber, 377

The quarry under the hill and mines grew deeper and deeper. Much stone had been needed for the construction of the new Trade House (which was completed, but not yet opened for use) and for the foundations of the Lake Wall. And now with Fecici saying in a very serious manner -- in such a manner that whole life depended on it -- that it was of the utmost importance to satisfy the Mountainhome's need for blocks of phyllite, even more had to be dug.

“Say, yer the one runnin' the pub in the stone, aye?” Edëm asked Datan Netinked as they were working.

“Yes, that I am. Datan's the name,” the tavern keeper and part-time miner said. 'In case you forgot,' he finished the sentence in his mind. He was still unsure what to think of this Edëm, this simpleton who reeked of fish and mingled with that annoying fairy.

And him coming from that place called Rivermine was suspicious, too.

Datan was more knowledgable in the politics and skull-duggery of Ustuth Ïdath than he let people know, and that Rivermine popping up so close certainly meant no good. But no, Edëm was too dumb to be a spy. He cast away that thought immediately. Perhaps the dwarf really, really was excited about Waterlures?

“So, uh, what's the deal with the name? 'ut of Romancing. What kinda name for a pub is 'at?” Edëm asked.

Datan put down his pick. 'Oh by Likot's dangling jewels, this is going to be a long day,' he sighed and began telling the story behind the name.



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9th of Timber, 377

It was not yet winter, but snow had coated the ground and roofs in a thin layer of white already. Many trees had still red and yellow leaves in their branches, adding a nice touch of color to the snow.

Ravens were once again seen flying above Waterlures, this time circling around the new bell tower.

The tower had been erected at a central place, jutting up from one of the new houses and towering above many of the spires of Waterlures. Its purpose was to serve as a lookout tower and alarm: there was an angen consisting of eleven bells in it. Should the enemy be sighted, it would be rung, the sound echoing all over Waterlures as a sign for citizens to seek shelter and be prepared.



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20th of Timber, 377

To ease the effort of carrying the quarried stone to be worked by masons, minecart tracks had been carved and built, as well as a new passage had been mined through which the tracks went.

Nako Doomjumped, a goblin fisherman who had lived nearly seven years in Waterlures now, was on his way to fill a cart with stone. 'A pity it has come to this. That this peaceful town has stepped on the path of weapon and war. I would rather not have it this way, but I mustn't forget that we grow through struggle and debate, through chaos and discord -- even war has its place. War works like a wildfire that births new life after its passing,' he philosophised in his head as he walked to the quarry.

It was a thought he had picked up from the elves he knew. And he liked the thought.



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25th of Timber, 377

It was almost three weeks now since Dodók Channelplaits gave birth to her and Adil's first child. Dodók was still in a state of bliss and adoration that she and her husband now had a family of their own. Their daughter, Sarvesh Roadswallow, had only deepened the affection and love between the two. 'You can always rely on family when everything else crumbles,' she thought as she carried an empty barrel to the stores of the old brewery.

Oh, how glad she was for the vacation Zultan had arranged! Were it not for that, she surely wouldn't have even noticed Adil.



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3rd of Moostone, 377

As the smelters and charcoal burners billowed black smoke into the sky, Oko was working at one of the kitchens. Once in a while he had to wipe the soot away from a piece of meat or vegetable, but most of the time he just let it be ('maybe it adds flavor,' he had thought). Winter had arrived and the blanket of snow was much thicker and the lake frozen.

The Winter Festivals were soon here, and Oko was preparing food for it.

And since everyone had been eating omelettes made of various eggs for the entire year, Oko had decided to make a special kind of food: grizzly bear tallow mixed with a whole bunch of grapes fresh from the field!

It would be delicious.



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12th of Opal, 377

And as was tradition, the Winter Festivals were held once again. This time during the heart of winter.

Most work was halted for the remainder of the year as everyone rushed to the Fruit of Letters for a well-deserved leisure time. Wine was drank, songs were sung, and dances would've been danced were it not for the lack of space. Old friendships were tightened and new were forges. The whole building resounded with the sounds of laughter, merriment, music and the occasional heated argument.



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25th of Opal, 377

The Winter Festivals were very short this year, perhaps only a week long. There was much work to do, especially on the wall, and as concerns of threats posed by the goblins had risen, it was deemed better to be safe than sorry.

As work went on, there was another birth in Waterlures, but this was something special: a baby dwarf was born.

Atír Tongsquill gave birth to a girl. She and Endok Touracts -- both farmers from Tradeplay -- became the first dwarf parents of Waterlures.



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9th of Granite, 378

Ever since the ghosts came to haunt Waterlures, the state of mind of those who were already troubled deteriorated. One such was Asi Kindledpatterned, one of the human prophets.

It was early spring when it all became unbearable: being away from friends and family who lived in Openspear, a mountain halls of the Bent Spear; the frustration of feeling out of place here, nobody seemingly needing his help; the lack of temples -- or even simple shrines! -- to most of the multiple gods Asi worshiped... All he did these days was build, build, build, haul, haul, haul.

Asi was haggard and angry. He began thowing a tantrum.

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“You stupid, filthy furry bath-swine, you make me sick! And you dwarven cur, you make me retch!” Asi yelled at the edge of the platform as capybara, dwarf and elf passed by, carrying bundles of cloth, baskets of dimple cups or just strolling from one place to another.

As the elderly capybara pilgrim Meng Fancypaddled passed him, ferocity took hold of the prophet: that stupid, ugly face of the smug self-righteous rodent! The smell of old blood and goat intestines emanating from the part-time butcher's clothes. Oh, how he hated it!

“You disgust me!” Asi raged at Meng and flung a punch, missing the capybara man.

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It was unacceptable and unlike anything seen in Waterlures for the whole time Meng had lived here. He scurried off with haste, leaving the raving prophet behind, searching for Fayoba the Sheriff.

“Fayoba, Fayoba!” Meng yelled when he noticed the elf walking through the smeltery with a bundle of spun wool in his hands. “Asi tried to punch me! He's out of his mind! Do something! You're the sheriff! Quick now!”

“Oh my,” Fayoba said. He was already on his way, for a few others had just moments ago come and said the same thing: that Asi the prophet had assaulted Meng.

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So Fayoba went quickly to take care of the disturbance of peace, grabbed Asi (who was yelling obscenities at passers-by and at the ducks and hens in the pen) by the scruff and began dragging him to his office for a talk.

On the way several others came to complain about Asi: how he had punched not only Meng, but also the dwarf prophet Kûbuk and Logem Standardmartyr the capybara woman.

Asi was surely in trouble now.

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Fayoba listened to Asi confess and say he was sorry, that he really valued harmony, but things had just become too unbearable for him.

Fayoba sighed, rolling up his sleeves. He knew what he had to do now, and he did not enjoy the thought of it one bit. But justice had to be served.

“Now, I am sorry for this, I a truly am,” Fayoba said to Asi who was all pale as he began to understand what happens next.

And so Asi got a good beating.

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A really good beating.

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The human prophet never made it to the infirmary (which was still called Yawo's Clinic). He succumbed to his injuries close to the spot where he had assaulted the other citizens.

It was like a cruel trick of Nubpo Valestream the Creature of Gods, the deity of fate and rain who Asi worshiped, to have him die in that spot, with the first of the spring rains pouring on his body.

Justice was harsh in Ustuth Ïdath and even the normally caring capybara folk of Waterlures believed in such draconic measures. No wonder Fecici kept being elected mayor by the citizens' assembly year after year, for he made sure to upkeep justice and tradition.

...Or, at least he promised to do so.



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10th of Felsite, 378

The rather uneventful spring (barring the incident with the tantruming prophet) was nearing its end. Work on the wall was progressing in a swift pace, and in no time it would offer enough protection from foes seeking to come across the waters. But completion with roofs and towers and all was still ways off.

Amane, who wasn't required to work on the walls (she is a tiny fairy after all), was sitting at the Enchanted Bridge with Deler Slidbusts. The capybara man had just told her the story behind the farmers' guild, the Born Company. It was interesting for her, for she was not well-versed with guilds and other such civilized contraptions.

“That was a good one,” she said to Deler. Then she turned to look at the table she sat on, thinking it was a very fine table, her attention already somewhere else than in the story. Then her eyes turned to the railing that presumably prevented drunken capybaras from falling down the couple of floors.

“My, my, look at that Deler,” Amane pointed at the railing and began fluttering towards it. “Now that is something I call masterfully made!”



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22nd of Galena, 378

Summer passed quickly with nothing much happening. The capybara folk and other denizens of Waterlures were so busy at working on the completion of the wall that there was no time for much else.

And work was progressing much faster than anticipitated: all but the towers would certainly be completed before winter if this pace was kept.



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14th of Limestone, 378

With autumn came the dwarf merchants from the Mountainhomes, driving their wagons down the quartzite roads of Waterlures and into the new Trade House. It was indeed a wondrous place to conduct trade: a grand hall lined with pillars of marble and high windows made of colorful gems, the trade depot's trappings made of fine, polished blue-green microcline.

The dwarf merchants certainly were pleased to do their business in a place of stone instead of under a pavilion or the open sky. While it wasn't as large a hall as in dwarven fortresses, in a sense it reminded of them.



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20th of Limestone, 378

Meng Manywalled sat perched on a pole outside the Oaken Gold. He was dressed in a masterfully made vest, dyed a rather bright yellow by Vabôk the dyer-monk. Meng really liked the vest, and here on this pole everyone passing him could see it.

But currently there were not many passing, since most were hauling the stone and weapons the Mountainhomes had demanded to the depot. There was the occasional swarm of pixies that emerged suddenly from under the platform, spiraled up, up around the pole to Meng, darting round his corpulent form. Meng didn't like it -- they were like annoying buzzing flies in the summer.

He did his best to swat them (with very little success).



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9th of Sandstone, 378

Istrul and Baron Oddom were gifted with a third child: a boy who they named Sazir Dwellingcity. Both of the parents were pleased, their family ever the growing, and Kasat's legacy becoming ever the stronger.

Uvash 'Little Baron' Boltedpassions, the eldest of the children and current heir, was excited to have a new sibling. Even at the age of three, he thought of family as one of the most important things in life, and when he would be as old as father and mother, he too, would want to have a family. A large one.



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10th of Sandstone, 378

The fires of Avo's old forge were lit once again, for Såkzul Mortalattic -- one of the capybara smiths of Waterlures -- was struck by a mood, the spirits or whatever magic lived in these lands taking hold of her.

She had spent most of the year either at the smelters or forges, smelting red ironstone, making steel and smithing maces to satisfy the needs of the Mountainhomes. And now it was time for her masterpiece to be born.

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After many a day of intense smithing, Såkzul's work was completed.

She lifted the spear she had made, gave it a good whirl and then a thrust forward: the balance was perfect. 'You are amazing. I shall name you Raspedwarm the Thin Neutrality,' Såkzul spoke to the steel spear in her mind as she set it gently to lean on the anvil.

The shaft of the steel spear of the highest of quality was encrusted with andesite cabochons and bands of steel with red spinels embedded into them, and in the end of the shaft spikes fashioned of yak leather menaced. Just below the spearhead was an image of a terrifying, unimaginable beast from the deep darks of the earth, fashioned in chalk. There were several other images on the shaft, too: a coconut palm tree in giant cave spider silk, an image of contemplating dwarves in yak leather and an image of a giant bushmaster in red spinel.

It was a weapon that surpassed even those made by dwarf smiths, and was something fit for the greatest heroes of myth and legend.



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24th of Moonstone, 378

Winter had come, but the capybaras were still hard at work. The towers of the Lake Wall were almost complete, so they decided to push on and continue. They expected to be finished before the end of Moonstone.

And indeed they were.

It was old Zultan this time who had the honor of putting the final piece in place. 'Finally it is done! We can now be at ease, for no foe could possible threaten us from the lake with these walls up,' he thought as he hammered the last boards in. 'The mind thinks best when it is not distracted by danger and such. This'll do good for the general mood, I'm sure of it.'



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7th of Opal, 378

And so with all work done, the Winter Festivals of the year began in early Opal.

Once again everyone (well, at least most) eagerly headed to the Fruit of Letters to be with friend and family, to talk about the past year and hopes for the next one, to make merry and feast on fabulous dishes (the quality was improving -- the new cooks clearly were learning). Song, laughter and the sounds of life filled the crammed tavern.

The Lake Walls were up and everyone felt much safer now.




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A view of Waterlures in early spring 379



=====

So, new walls are complete.

A bit of a boring update perhaps, since there wasn't much happening and I really wanted to get the wall done, so I wasn't paying attention to little details either.

Thinking of ending my turn here, so if someone wants to do an adventurer turn, just say so.

Otherwise I'll just have a couple weeks break and continue then. Starting feel like now's the time to do something else.

I'll post the save later today or possibly tomorrow.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 14, 2023, 04:55:13 am
Dang wasn't expecting to see that kind of justice in this fort.


Also that's a pretty nice looking wall we have now, also the bell tower is a cool addition.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 14, 2023, 05:07:02 am
Dang wasn't expecting to see that kind of justice in this fort.

That was sort of my fault (or might have been). I'd forbidden access to the jails for some reason during convicting, so the only option was a beating. But it probably would've been a beating even if the jails were open.

Or I could've not convicted the prophet and just expelled him.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 14, 2023, 10:17:46 am
Beaten by the capybaras for believing in the truth, the prophet fled. What a strange, terrible place! Everyone so nice to one another, they had no time for religion.

nicely done. Another chapter comes to a close :]
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 14, 2023, 11:31:56 am
Thanks!

I really liked that the game announced that the prophet has been found dead and immediately afterwards came another announcement: that the elf has been re-elected as mayor. So, I decided to go with the capies believing in harsh justice despite their cuddly and caring outward image.

Also that's a pretty nice looking wall we have now, also the bell tower is a cool addition.

I'm planning to test stationing 1 militia dude at a time at the tower, and only if someone is there when a enemy arrives I'm allowed to immediately put on a civilian alert. If there's nobody, then I'll just wait some random amount of time that I think would be enough for word to spread that now's the time to hide.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 15, 2023, 01:10:01 am
Sounds like they believe in Dwarven style justice.

I'm planning to test stationing 1 militia dude at a time at the tower, and only if someone is there when a enemy arrives I'm allowed to immediately put on a civilian alert. If there's nobody, then I'll just wait some random amount of time that I think would be enough for word to spread that now's the time to hide.
That's cool way to do that, makes for some interesting story moments.

Also is there something in there to represent the bell?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 15, 2023, 01:56:24 am
Yeah, I built a stationary instrument there, which has multiple bone bells. Was the closest I could find to an actual bell in this world.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 15, 2023, 02:05:24 am
Yeah, I built a stationary instrument there, which has multiple bone bells. Was the closest I could find to an actual bell in this world.
That's a way cooler idea than I had which was to put a block of metal in there and pretend it was a bell.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 15, 2023, 11:35:24 am
it would be great fun to have a whole list of those kinds of "roleplay" rules, like requiring a guardsman to ring the alarm bells or whatever. every time I've applied that kind of outside logic to the game world it has rewarded me with amazing stories and happenstances
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 17, 2023, 02:04:37 am
Update: since I'm getting bored with other projects and nobody has yet asked for a turn, I'll probably start my "next turn" either today or tomorrow. So, maybe a couple days or so and I'll have a writeup or something.

Planning to continue on fort mode at least for a while, since I noticed that I had left invaders disabled after doing some test stuff. No wonder there were no new FBs, giants or sieges coming.

Edit. If there's some characters you'd like me to follow more, let me know. There's currently so many citizens that it's a bit hard to choose who to focus on, so I keep picking a bit randomly (though there's several who've got a bit more attention than others).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 17, 2023, 04:27:04 am
I noticed that I had left invaders disabled after doing some test stuff.
Guess that means the peaceful times in Waterlures might be coming to an end.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 18, 2023, 05:51:55 am
i think, most impressively, is the lack of crashes in Waterlures. not all fortresses survive this long without corruption (both digital and... otherwise). Armok smiles upon this creation
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on May 18, 2023, 05:19:31 pm
The Capy's are armoks finest creation
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 18, 2023, 11:11:44 pm
not all fortresses survive this long without corruption (both digital and... otherwise).

Well, we do have something weird going on at Hellsieges with the buggy animal population and we could say that Cañar got corrupted by the slabs... (Let's hope neither causes problems for Waterlures proper.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 19, 2023, 01:54:18 am
Hellsieges is an adventure camp isn't it, I've heard that the animal population thing is a bug that plagues the adventure camps. Still not sure of anything that can be done about it besides using DFhack to kill them.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 19, 2023, 05:27:22 am
Hellsieges is an adventure camp isn't it, I've heard that the animal population thing is a bug that plagues the adventure camps. Still not sure of anything that can be done about it besides using DFhack to kill them.

Yeah. We/I haven't founded yet any other forts than Waterlures in the world. The rest are camps.

It's a really weird bug from what I read of the reports. It's the first time I've encountered it when building adventurer camps. But it's good to know that such a bug exists so I can try to avoid it in the future (so far using advfort to build instead of the vanilla way hasn't caused the same, though advfort is quite tedious with larger constructions to put it mildly).

Still no idea how to fix the issue with DFHack (if there is a fix). Way beyond my meager skills.

But I think we'll be ok as long as we just stay away from that bugged camp. I hope.

(...Oh, and I'll have a writeup posted later today. Still needs a bit of playing to finish it.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 19, 2023, 12:36:40 pm
Part I:
The Bells Are Rung

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2nd of Slate, 379

It was spring and most of the snow had melted. Libash Blotcoal was heading up to the Bell Tower. She had been tasked to serve as lookout and ring the angen in case if she spotted any threats headed towards Waterlures.

The view from the tower was magnificent: one could see all the way over the Lakes of Saturninity in the south and quite far over the hills surrounding the town. The fresh wind blew from the lake as rain pattered against the roof shingles. Libash liked the view, though she wasn't so keen on watching for intruders. It wasn't exactly the most exciting of tasks, and she was already frustrated for the lack of excitement in her life. She was getting old -- sixty-one now -- and would rather spend her elderly days doing something else.

But she didn't grumble. The safety of Waterlures and the offspring of her friends was of the utmost importance to her. She didn't have children of her own, nor someone to spend her life with, but she was a loyal capybara and late Baroness Kasat's vision and dream had brought so much to joy into her life.

She would do her part.



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7th of Slate, 379

The Enchanted Bridge and the House of Knowledge opened their doors once again for visitors. For several years they had been shut from others than citizens, but now mayor Fecici had decided that the time had come to re-open them and welcome guests.

And the first ones to arrive was a group of goblin bards and performers calling themselves the Muds of Dreading.



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9th of Slate, 379

It was Logem Weakenedpillar's turn to watch over the surroundings in the Bell Tower. It was a rainy day with sleet falling from the sky and wind whipping it into one's face. Logem, one Såkzul's and Zuglar's sons, was annoyed by it and was grouchy. 'Miserable, cursed rain! Dear Ôsed, why did it have to rain on my watch? Why?' He thought as he wiped the cold, wet sleet off his face.

Then he thought he saw something to the northwest.

He squinted his eyes and focused.

Something was coming crashing through the woods next to the unfinished temple of Ôsed.

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Logem's eyes widened in fear when he saw it: a giant, terrifying monster with seven writhing heads, gnashing and snarling, its body covered in sickly red scales.

It could only be a many-serpent, a hydra from the legends!

He rushed to the angen, screaming, “Hydra! Hydra! Alarm! Alarm! Run! Hide!”, as he began ringing the bells.

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As the bells rang and echoed over Waterlures, capybara, elf and all dropped what they were doing in shock and panic, rushing to the safety of their homes and attics. Of the defenders, Baron Oddom was first to arrive at the Temple Gate. There was no sight of other guards or soldiers, for they were either off-duty or training in one of the barracks.

The hydra lumbered down the hill.

It was headed either to the sheep pen or the Temple Gate.

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The hydra at first appeared to go for the sheep and yaks, but it suddenly turned around and rushed towards the Temple Gate and Baron Oddom!

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Oddom heard the beast roaring and crashing towards the gates. They were not barred and he hesitated -- he was unsure if he had the time to lock them.

“Run Id, run! The beast is coming!” Oddom yelled to Id Pucefloor the naked mole dog man who was taking his time to move to safety.

Oddom grasped Kilrudsat, Bronzestrokes, the war hammer of Avo the plump helmet man, tightly in his hands. He braced himself to face the beast.

Alone.

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The hydra crashed through the gates and went straight for terrified Oddom. He dodged the snapping jaws of the serpent-head and retaliated with a swing from his hammer, going for one of the beast's heads.

CRACK! He hit it with the familiar sound of bone being crushed.

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But it stopped not the beast: it just made it angry.

With a hiss and a roar it charged at Oddom, sending him tumbling to the ground as beast and capybara collided.

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As Oddom fought for his life and the safety of Waterlures, the main force of help was still far, far away...

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...But not Nako Doomjumped, who had recently been recruited into the Fenced Princes.

Nako was terrified at what he saw in front of him and what he would have to face. Baron Oddom was dodging and blocking the assaults of the hydra, returning blows with his war hammer to little effect. Nako could not stand by, he had to join and help.

Besides he had been frustrated for not being able to fight for too long.

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Nako rushed to the hydra and with a loud cry leapt at the hydra, sword raised ready to strike!

But the beast dodged his heroic and perhaps foolhardy attempt.

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The battle continued with Oddom and Nako attacking the dragon-like monster and dodging its attacks, sometimes hitting it and so far avoiding its blows.

Soon Litast Razortongues rushed to the scene with axe in hand and so did Etur Laborworth with his bare fists.

For the moment the tide seemed to turn in the favor of the defenders of Waterlures, the number of small cuts on the hydra's body increasing and the teeth of one of its heads being knocked out by Oddom's hammering.

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And it took no time for the stalwart defenders that they could vanquish this foe as more rushed to the aid: Eman Crowglee the elephant man monk and the dwarf Alåth Clearednet, one of the mercenaries who had sworn to defend Waterlures.

Gaining new hope, Litast struck and his axe cut the hydra in the leg, severing tendon and nerve, sending the beast crashing to the ground. The defenders gained the upper hand and stab of sword and spear pierced the monster's scales as hammer and fist first bruised muscle, then crushed bone, and Oddom kept bashing head and crushing skull with Kilrudsat.

After a long and terrifying battle the beast finally stopped moving, full of gaping wound, many a head severed and pulped almost unrecognizable.

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It was hard to know who struck the final blow, but it was decided that credit should go to to Oddom, who was tired, panting and holding Kilrudsat still tight in his grasp after holding the monster at bay until the others arrived.

He was the hero of the day, and merit deserves reward.



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12th of Slate, 379

Waterlures was not the home of merely capybara folk anymore. No, the workers from Tradeplay brought to build the Lake Wall had remained. Though a couple of them had complaints earlier, it was due to the amount of time the wall took, but now since it was completed, there was time to do more meaningful things and pursue one's desires and ambitions.

To some, it was to raise a family, and that they did: the weasel woman Iden Glovepartner, wife of Ònul Tranceceiling, gave birth to a girl.



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20th of Slate, 379

As a new cycle of life began with the birth of the weasel girl, an old cycle came to its end: the dwarf sage Tekkud died, in the middle of the walkways leading across the lake.

Her mental state had kept deteriorating despite all of mayor Fecici's attempts and the help the other citizens had offered her. She had been stricken by melancholy at the turn of the year, refusing food and drink, lumbering in a sorrowful state across the town, waiting to wither away.

And now she lay dead, wasted away, but perhaps her mind was finally at rest.



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3rd of Felsitre, 379

From the Journal of Fayoba Claspedleap, Sheriff of Waterlures

“The most curious of things happened yesterday. The dwarf Zefon Syrupcurl returned to Waterlures. Yes, the same Zefon who stole Odda's goblet years ago. Though, I would hardly call him thief, for she had been threatened by that goblin 'Salore Wordpristine' (note to self: most likely not the real name) who then left with the so-called artifact.”

“In any case, I was quite surprised about this. I didn't expect her to return after she unexpectedly left Waterlures not long after Suwu, Cañar, Rin and Ova disappeared. I wonder if there is a connection? Or perhaps he knows something? Hmmm, I will have to look into it or ask Fikod to do it.”

“But there is no rush. I will contemplate on it and see what I will do about it.”



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5th of Felsite, 379

Asmel Rocksborn was pleased. He had just finished cooking a delicious pudding made of grapes. And the taste was absolutely fantastic: it was a masterpiece! His skill was improving and as the son of Kib and Edu -- both master cooks -- it was especially important for him to become as good as his parents and possibly even better.

Perhaps it might be possible, for he was still young: only nineteen years old.



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9th of Felsite, 379

Old citizens kept returning to Waterlures. This time it was Nawo Lakehoof, a gremlin sage, who came back. He, too, had left town in the end of the year 370 nearly ten years ago.

He was an odd sight, for very few had ever seen a gremlin -- why, many even doubted their existence!

Yet, it was most pleasing to see folk return, one by one. Perhaps Suwu, Cañar, Rin and Ova would return too? It was a thought and hope many of the older folk had in their minds.



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10th of Felsite, 379

Ònul Strickenrelics was at the Enchanted Bridge -- her home and place of work -- listening to the stories of a traveling dwarf poet named Tosace. While the stories were interesting, she was not entirely keen on the dwarf being in Waterlures: the poet had some questionable opinions that she had said aloud. It made Ònul resentful.

Yet, she was interested and excited to hear a story of five adventurers. Of a capybara woman, an elephant man, a capybara man, a goblin and a mandrill man. They could be no other than the four who had left Waterlures without a word when Ònul was barely a grownup! (Though, she was wondering who the fifth, the capybara man, was.)

Ònul was unsure how much of the stories were true and how much made up, but the stories told of the four wandering in the North and fighting against giant-kin and vile sorcerers alike -- even heading to the dreaded tower of Finderblunts (Ònul had heard the name once or twice, but she knew not of any “dread” or “threat” coming from there) and confronting the necromancer overlords!

Finally there was news of what the four had done and where they had gone!



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1st of Hematite, 379

As summer arrived, mayor Fecici approved the request of a group of performers, the Laborious Equity, to stay in Waterlures for the entertainment of citizen and visitor alike. It wasn't a big group -- only an elf and a goblin -- and Fecici thought it would not be a problem: they had built enough housing to accommodate the growing population and there was still space to build more if need be.



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Summer went by swiftly with nothing much happening. Capybara, dwarf, elf and all manner of citizen went on their daily business, crafting, tailoring, dying, milling, fishing or whatever they liked to do. Despite all the constant bustle on the paths and walkways of Waterlures, there was plenty of time to take it easy and frequent one of the taverns or temples, or perhaps go read books in the House of Knowledge.



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1st of Limestone, 379

Autumn had just arrived. Meng Manywalled sat down at the table, wiped the rain off his weather and looked at the bluepeahen egg omelette in front of him. It looked delicious. It was good to be eating at home, sitting at a proper seat. There was certainly not enough chairs elsewhere! In fact, there was certainly not enough of anything. He looked at himself: he was without trousers. The tailors didn't have any of his size ready, so it would take time before he would get new ones to replace the slightly worn ones he used to wear.

'Not ready for me? Not ready for me! It is outrageous,' the crow man thought as he began eating the fine dish, his thoughts soon moving somewhere else.



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With autumn the dwarf merchants from Ustuth Ïdath arrived along with the familiar outpost liaison Tirist (who still was not keen on walking up the stairs to the mayor's). All manner of goods -- mainly crafts of bone -- were hauled to the Trade House and Atír Archsinged headed there to broker a deal.

The trading was rather typical: Atír bartered for colorful stones, some new clothing and parchment for the library along with various other items (and a hen and a duck).



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10th of Sandstone, 379

It was rather curious for Meng the crow man to see a large bunch of visitors crowding the statue garden on the hill. As he carried wood for the stockpiles, he had to flap his wings and fly over them and the fence to make his way through. And as he passed the Lovers' Hut, it too was crowded with all manner of bard, poet and some unsavory types.

It was odd, very odd. Perhaps everyone was trying to find a potential lover? It was the only reason that Meng could think of why they were clumped there.

'Such queer folk. So odd, so odd,' the crow man thought as he shook his head in disbelief.



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3rd of Timber, 379

“One should always tell the truth,” Ushat Valecaves said with a stern face.

Autumn was in its last third and she was patroling the road with Reg Musclehame, spears at the ready. Since late spring, every able-bodied citizen of Waterlures was required to be armed with a steelen spear, forged by either Såkzul Mortalattic or Aban colorwhip. They were, too, required to take shifts in one of the patrols: the road or the walkways. Or stand watch at the Bell Tower. These were all “necessary precautions” ordered by mayor Fecici after consulting Kumil the militia warden and Vabôk the monk.

“Bah, what good does that do?” Reg replied to the weasel woman with a laugh, “Life is unfair regardless of what one says. If a little lie now and then helps you avoid the worst of outcomes or better your situation, then that is what one should do. If you don't do it, well, someone else will, and you'll only be the one to suffer.”

“I don't agree, young Reg,” the weasel woman said to the capybara woman who was half her age. “On the lying part, that is. Life is unfair, yes, yes. But bettering your position with lies? Oh, noooo.If --when-- you get caught you'll be in trouble. Big trouble. Cunning. Now cunning is what you have to use for it, not outright lies. With cunning, you can use the truth for your benefit and none will disagree.”

Reg opened her mouth to say something, but decided to remain silent. There was no way she could sway Ushat's opinion on this matter.



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4th of Timber, 379

The line of Kasat and Cusal kept growing when Edzul Boardtrampled gave birth to her second child -- a boy this time.

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Ten days or so later, Dodók Channelplaits gave birth to a boy, too.

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And Ushat Valecaves joined their ranks when Cog Letterlight was born another ten days later.

This autumn was certainly blessed by the Rabbit (though there were some who doubted this, for the temple of Ôsed still lay unfinished outside the walls of Waterlures).



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20th of Moonstone, 379

The chill early winter wind blew from the south, biting through Baron Oddom's armor as he stood guard at the South Gate. 'Be happy, Oddom, be happy,' he encouraged himself, trying to keep a smile on his face. While the year so far had been rather leisurely when work was considered, there had hardly been any spare time for those who served in one of the militia groups of the town. Oddom was worried that he had had no time to pray to Ôsed or the Golden lately, and most of his time was spent away from friend and family -- the Fenced Princes had in a sense become those.

But vigilance was necessary. After the hydra came, Oddom was certain that it would not be the last of threats Waterlures faced. 'Who cares what they think? They may laugh at all this as nonsense, but it is my duty to mother to keep us safe now,' he thought. Not everyone agreed on these measures that had been taken -- even mayor Fecici had hesitated a bit -- but Oddom knew they were wrong, and eventually he would prove it.

And with that, he would gain more respect and strengthen his position. It was a shame that since mother died rulership --guardianship-- of Waterlures had changed hands to another family. While Likot Languagehame was a decent capybara woman, she wasn't one to run a growing town. Why, that is where all the problems began!

And now, now with that sly elf in power... Things might be good for now, but Oddom did not trust the elf full of himself to put citizens first.



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Meanwhile, Logem Weakenedpillar, the second eldest of Såkzul's and Zuglar's offspring and brother of Likor, was headed down from the Bell Tower. He had forgot to fill his wineskin and the time spent high in the tower had made him very thirsty. So, he decided to leave his post and fetch a drink.

'Certainly nothing can happen if I head down for a quick one,' he thought as he turned to go down the stairs.

He was wrong.

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Without a warning something gigantic arrived from the northeast through the woodland: a giantess!

It noticed the group of visitors congregated at the statue garden and with a yell rushed for them. However, one of the visitors -- one of the “unsavory” types -- decided to bravely confront the enemy! He withdrew a bit down the slope as the giantess came charging, pointed his finger and moved his lips silently.

A bolt of magical ice flew from his finger hitting the giantess in the head!

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Down the slope the elf Mame Fordedrises and the black bear woman Urdim Planrocks stood guard at the East Gate.

They heard a commotion from the hilltop, and without hesitation headed in the direction of the noise.

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While the guards were on their way from down the slope, the human mausoleum stalker had taken hits from the giantess: his foot was broken and his knee mangled. He should not have been able to move and any normal living person would have been in terrible pain and unable to move -- yet he was not and kept crawling towards the foe.

Icicle after icicle flew from his fingers at the giantess who was now in a mixed state of rage and fear.

Then an elf dancer from the statue garden gathered her courage and rushed to the aid.

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The battle on the hilltop went on with more and more visitors keeping coming to the fray.

Soon the body of the giantess was covered in cuts and bruises, her mental state shifting to that of sheer terror!

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Inch by inch, foot by foot, the visitors began driving the intruder away, her body covered in wounds and her golden yellow hair caked in her own blood, her breath heavy.

The giantess was becoming exhausted.

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Bards, poets and dancers swarmed the panicing giantess, punching, kicking, biting -- all the time making her movements slower and slower.

Then finally Mame and Urdim came up the slope and saw what was the commotion (though they had guessed it already from all the sounds and yells).

Stab, punch, slash. A giantess' cry.

She passed of exhaustion and came crashing down, her small assaillants immediately piling on her, and Urdim the black bear woman eventually putting her out of her misery with a well-placed blow to the head from her sword.

One more threat to Waterlures had been rendered harmless.

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As the visitors left the site of the battle back to the statue garden (and being thanked by the militia for their bravery), one of the goblin poets, Asno Blackbridged, turned to the others.

“My friends! I believe I have a poem on my lips,” she said and began clearing her throat.

“Death around us,
Truly horrifying,
Life fleeting -- Begone fear!
Ah, a statue,
It pleases me.”

Snow began to fall from the sky as she concluded her poem and the others stood there silent (mainly due to being still shocked by the sudden attack and the poor quality of the poem).



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Wild ducks were not a common sight in Waterlures, but this winter they were seen flying here and there, searching for unfrozen water where to conduct their duck behaviour. It was a pleasing sight with all the flapping and quacking.

Some, like eleven year old Thob Helmlabored, said they were the true birds of omen, not ravens. But generally, it was considered a rather silly thought. Ducks harbingers of the Rabbit? Who had ever heard of such nonsense?



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23rd of Moonstone, 379

Thob Helmlabored was disgusted. She had talked with one of those “uppity-ups”, those pillars of society about birds and omens. Her thoughts about ducks had been laughed at and she was regarded as a mere child. Why, she was soon to be considered a grownup -- she was no child anymore!

'Oooh, I am so full of loathing! “Oh child, ravens have always been the omens.” What kind of rubbish is that! If we keep seeing omens where we have always seen them, we might miss some more important ones! Like ducks,' she fumed in her mind as she walked past the old, creepy leatherworks where nobody ever went.

She turned to look at the building: the shutters were closed, the door was barred and a pile of snow had blown against it. It was supposedly the house of one of the Four the elders talked about. Those important folk who had left Waterlures for an adventure without a word and never came back.

This was the house of... Ova? Yes, Ova, the mandrill man leatherworker and archer.

Thob shuddered as she looked at the bleak house. She wouldn't be surprised if ghosts or something else nasty lived there.



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8th of Opal, 379

It was a deep but uneasy slumber. Åblel Sprinklegorges was dreaming. It had been a boring year for him, and in some parts he had felt... Nothing. Yet there was still something constantly on his mind, exciting him: the bluish stone deep within the bowels of the earth. Waiting. Hiding. Åblel knew where the stone was. His stone. And he kept thinking of it. Dreaming of it.

Nobody knew of it, not even his lover Dîshmab. It was his secret. The stone told him to keep it a secret.

When he woke, he remembered not the details of the dream, but he felt the stone was in it. It was beckoning him. Calling him.

The one piece he had taken was not enough. He needed more.



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11th of Opal, 379

The Winter Festivals were just around the corner, but mayor Fecici was not eager for a party. This time the reason was not that the Fruit of Letters would be once again unbearably full and stink like unkempt capybara fur (“Why didn't they use the baths?”, he often wondered). No, his thoughts had been with Tekkud Bannerguise lately.

'It's soon a year. Since Tekkud withered away...' Fecici sighed as he carried a large pile of stone crafts sluggishly towards the Trade House's stores. 'I still find it hard to believe it is true. Grief? I feel little... I should feel more. She was one who I was responsible for, and I failed her...'



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13th of Opal, 379

Oko was glum. He sat at the porch of the Fruit of Letters, waiting for the festivities to start. Åblel Sprinklegorges had joined him and they had chatted about this and that in good spirits downing a mug or two. Then the discussion had shifted to eloquence and how Oko really admired aphorisms, proper etiquette and poetic speech. Åblel had scoffed, “Poppycock, I say! Trying to be something and sound wiser than one is with meaningless words! Why not just say things straight like they are?”

And then they had argued, until Oko had crossed his paws in front of his chest, raised his chin and turned his back at Åblel, refusing to continue speaking.

And now the two just sat there silently, both grumbling in their minds about the other.



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19th of Opal, 379

The year was nearing its end and the Winter Festivals began. Despite the lack of space, they were still arranged at the Fruit of Letters -- mayor Fecici had given up the idea of moving them. It had been a good and easy year to the folk of Waterlures despite the hydra and the giantess. Both threats had been dealt with swiftly and everyone was sure that Waterlures was safe and able to protect itself if need be.

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While others were making merry and taking it easy, Libash Blotcoal was once again in the Bell Tower as lookout. She watched the horizon with great focus, her old eyes still as keen or more so than when she was young. The sleet raining and whipping almost horizontally at her face did not disturb her vigilance. She had her mind set to keeping watch and that she would do.

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At the North Gate stood guard old Zultan, mace in hand. A cold wind blew from the south, over the rooftops and between the walls, but he didn't mind. He was used to it. He had lived here for the most of his life and the cold, biting wind was a yearly occurence. Besides, he had grown such a layer of fat over his muscles that even the cold of the frozen south would not hinder him.

Once in a while he looked at the house on his right and sighed. It was the house of Suwu, standing partially empty. While the first floor was now the home of Ana Talonspread the fox woman, the ground floor was locked shut and none were allowed to disturb it. Everyone still hoped for the return of the Four, but none said out loud what all thought: they were not coming back, ever.



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So lots of stuff happening and a couple of threats after a long time. I'm pretty sure Waterlures will hold up easily against everything else but dragons and large sieges. Those'll probably have casualties on our side even if the enemy is defeated.

I have no idea what the stories the necromancer told (doesn't show up in the civ news screen or anywhere I know of), so I decided it might be plausible that the stories (or some of them) were about Suwu & co. Been thinking anyway how I'd get word of their exploits to Waterlures, because they really didn't go bragging about the stuff all around.

Not sure how long until the next update but maybe some days depending on how actively I feel like playing & writing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 20, 2023, 03:47:02 am
Makes me wonder how the town will react if they ever find out what actually happened to those adventures ill fated journey.

Also can dragon fire set fire to constructed wooden buildings?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 20, 2023, 04:33:46 am
Makes me wonder how the town will react if they ever find out what actually happened to those adventures ill fated journey.

Depends how soon it'll happen. While writing the update I realized that the kids who are soon to be adults were maybe 1-2 years old when the adventurers left. Once all the old folk die, there'll be few left to actually remember them as friends. It's like a 100 years from now, it'll only be Fayoba the elf who'll still be thinking of them. To others they'll just be some stories that you're not sure if they're even real.

Also can dragon fire set fire to constructed wooden buildings?

Unfortunately no. :(

...But it can destroy raised bridges.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 20, 2023, 04:59:02 am
Also can dragon fire set fire to constructed wooden buildings?

Unfortunately no. :(

...But it can destroy raised bridges.
I mean you say that now but I imagine it'd be horrible to see the town which is mostly wood burn to the ground.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 22, 2023, 06:41:50 am
Part II:
A Changing World

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1st of Granite, 380

“Can you say that again?” Baron Oddom said from his seat, gripping the handles hard.

He was in the old baronial throne room having a discussion with several scholars from the House of Knowledge. Olon Seerlances, the healer and scholar, was there, as was Datan Futuretours who had been travelling the world. So was Cog Crazetrades, a dwarf philosopher, along with the two sages Dumed Guisetin the dwarf and Nawo Lakehoof the gremlin. Spring had just arrived and the year had just changed.

But apparently something else had changed, too.

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“Yes! Isn't it exciting?” Olon exclaimed with glee from next to the throne, clapping her paws with enthusiasm. “The era we live in has changed! And you, you are the one who brought us to the Age of Legends!”

“Yes, quite,” Cog the dwarf philosopher said, absentmindedly combing her ponytail with her fingers at the same time. “You see Baron Oddom, us Philosophers and Historians -- among other Scholars -- have long debated what would happen if the mighty beasts of Minbazkar were to pass away, if the living gods were not to hold sway any longer...”

“Indeed,” Dumed the dwarf sage interrupted and jumped in. “The question was 'What if history was like a book and split into chapters, and we are still living in the first one, not knowing of the second and third?' Some thought this an absurd thought and outright dismissed it, but then there were those of us who asked: 'If so, then how would we know when a chapter ends?' And this, my friend, is where you come in.”

All of the scholars in the room nodded and murmured. There were many “yes, yesses” and “quite, quites”, but Baron Oddom just stared at them dumbstruck, ever the more confused.

“And how would that be? I don't get it,” he said scratching his head and then leaning back in his mother's throne. He had a feeling this would be a long one.

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“Yes, you see, Baron Oddom,” Dumed continued asserting herself, “It was agreed that we were living in the 'Age of Myth' and it began precisely when the fortress of Echourns was founded by a clan of dwarves led by Zuntîr Tongsbook who declared herself the first queen of the Bent Spears -- yes, the founding of the Bent Spears is where history begins.”

The dwarf sage paused for a moment looking at the facial expressions in the room. There was some uneasy shifting, but not any shocked expressions what one would see in any other place under the rule of King Såkzul -- it was heresy to claim that history began elsewhere than in Ustuth Ïdath.

“Now, now, calm yourselves,” she then continued, making calming gestures with her hands, “We can quite safely say the Truth here -- you all know that... But let us return to the matter at hand, shall we?”

Oddom sighed and leaned his head against his paw. It sounded like he was for quite the lecture on history...

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“...so you see, Oddom, when you put down the last of the six many-serpents to have existed (to our knowledge), the hydra Agwa Mitebreaches the Pulpy, with Avo's war hammer Bronzestrokes, the number of living powers was reduced to a third from what it was in the beginning of time by Bent Spears reckoning,” Dumed concluded her long, long monologue. “Do you understand what that means?”

“Uh...” Oddom blinked his eyes and yawned. He did understand all that was said, but he failed to see what was the difference now. There was one beast less, the monsters were fading, yes, but what did it really change? The whole idea of these 'Ages' and what-not was absurd: just something the scholars seemed to make up to better organize a “book” that was history.

“It means you are an Age-Changer, the first Age-Changer,” Nawo the gremlin sage said with a somewhat foreboding tone in his voice, “And you hold a powerful artifact in your hands -- paws.”

The gremlin pointed with his long skinny finger at the rather ordinary bronze war hammer sitting in Oddom's lap.

“You are a living Legend, Oddom. You're a hero who'll be known for all ages,” Datan the capybara man scholar said as he walked to Oddom and placed his paw on the self-proclaimed baron's shoulder, “That's what it all means.”



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'The Prince came once again,' Likot Languagehame thought as she carried the lifeless body of old Odda the leopard gecko woman to the burial grounds. 'It's a pity I never came to know her any better. She was one to keep her own counsel. Especially after Suwu left she kept mostly alone. I wonder what her thoughts were before her time was due?'

Indeed, spring was the time of Abod the Prince of Duty, and it was not only Odda who was struck by Her flail this year...

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It was Mame Fordedrises of the Fenced Princes who discovered the sad sight. He had come to relieve Zultan from his post at the South Gate, but, alas, the Prince had come first and relieved the old capybara man soapmaker from his very life.

There on the quartzite road leading through the gatehouse, slumped against the wooden wall lay Zultan, unbreathing, unmoving, with a smile on his face that proclaimed peace and acceptance. On his lap was his old cat leather backpack, half-opened, revealing a wrapped omelette made of turkey eggs -- he had been denied his last meal.

It was a sad affair to lose one of the Fenced Princes and integral part of the town's history, but such is life that one cannot elude the touch of the Prince of Duty forever.

Zultan would be sorely missed by friend and family.



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Despite the sad start of a new year and era, the spring was a peaceful one. Life in Waterlures went on, and with no immediate grand projects to build, citizens were free to mostly do what they pleased. Naturally, guard duties were still strict, as was the requirement for workers at the fields, but other than that it was a leisurely time and if someone was asked when something would be finished, the answer was “tomorrow”.

There was talk that the sewers Tekkud Bannerguise had proposed would be built, but planning them properly and cutting the required building blocks would take time. Nobody expected work to begin this year nor the next, and many wondered what was the need for such a thing anyway.



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24th of Felsite, 380

“Well now, look here Mister Oceancaves,” Ushat the weasel woman said to the capybara man sitting at the table, waving her finger at him. “You are almost forty years old, unmarried and all the time talking about your irresistable looks and charm--”

“But Mrs. Valecaves, I look absolutely splendid today,” Ugrad Oceanmeads interrupted the tirade, leaning his elbow on the table and admiring his paw nails, “Why, it is not my fault that there is no one fit enough for me or pleasing enough to fancy.”

“Oh, shut up you,” Ushat snapped at Ugrad. “Look at yourself, capybara man. You are so full of yourself, of how you are great in this and that, but your body is the shape of a bloated tuber, and you wouldn't even know how to peel or cook one even if your life depended on it -- why, no sensible capybara would have the like of you! You were a bachelor in Tradeplay and you'll remain one here unless you change, young man!”



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3rd of Hematite, 380

Likot Languagehame was excited. Summer had arrived and it was time for her lessons with arms at the barracks. She had much skill in wrestling, but wielding a weapon was something new to her. After Zultan died, a position opened in the Fenced Princes and she was chosen personally by Kumil to fill in.

“Now, watch your feet,” Mame said as he lunged with his short sword, driving Likot to the defensive. She held well, but the repeated blows of the elf's sword forced her to pull back and almost stumble several times.

“Feet, Likot, feet!” Mame repeated as he came on her with another flurry of blows. This time Likot fared better. The whole sparring session was very pleasurable to her. It was something sorely lacking from her life. Perhaps it would fill the emptiness she had had inside her after Fecici replaced her as mayor?



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5th of Hematite, 380

As the first summer rains began, ravens were spotted once again flying over Waterlures. This time they mostly flew above the North Hill, circling around the tower of the unused guardhouse on the hilltop.

The black birds had been such a common occurrence these last years that not much attention was paid to them -- nobody seemed to think of them being an omen this time.



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10th of Hematite, 380

Åblel Sprinklegorges looked around. He thought he heard something echoing from far off the caverns. As if a distant shriek. He shuddered. Probably it was just some awful creature lurking somewhere, waiting to prey upon unsuspecting victims. But he was alert. Not easy prey. He clutched the pick in his paws tighter as he moved on.

He was outside the confines of the palisade, without permission, once again. There was only one thing on his mind: the stone.

And he was set to get another piece, no matter what.

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He walked past mushroom tree and stone column, then down the narrow tunnel he had found, deeper, deeper into the dark. His makeshift bridge of fungiwood was still there. He walked carefully over it, and there it was, ahead of him, as beautiful and enthralling as when he first saw it: the bluish green stone that seemed to whisper and call to him.

He quickened his pace, almost to a rush, squeezed between the marble and blue stone and began working with his pick.

Chink, chink, chink, his pick echoed in the dark.

It took a long time, but finally he managed to chip a nice looking fragment.

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It was relatively easy to take the stone to the baronial quarters in these days with the constant bustle and patrols on the walkways. Since all the bustle was above, there was very little traffic below. All he needed to do was carry the stone up the shaft, through the Dwarf Quarter and into the Baronial Hall.

He didn't even try to sneak: he just hid the stone by wrapping his cloak tightly around him and it strolling casually home, without meeting anyone on the way.

Once he got into his quarters, he shut the door tight behind him and dragged the stone down to his bedroom, setting it in a corner.

He watched it for a while, eyes gleaming and a sense of satisfaction and glee filling his soul. Then he turned and went back to his daily business, thinking, 'I will have to do something special with you. Something different than a simple statuette this time...'



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15th of Hematite, 380

This was the year when Thob Helmlabored would become a grownup. It was early summer and she was milling around the Fruit of Letters, wondering about life and what it would be like in the future for her in the midst of playing make believe. It bothered her, for she was not one to think highly of introspection.

'Now why am I wasting time thinking of myself?' She began to think, but the thought was cut short when she felt a strange breeze blow over her. A tingling sensation crept up her spine, raising her fur as it passed up, up, all the way into her mind.

She was struck by the magic of the Lakes of Saturninity.

Thob dropped what she was doing, her mind now set on something Important and Special. And she headed down to the walkways, walking past Vabôk's Dyery, through Edu's Fishery into the next fishery -- a communal one -- and up the stairs to a rather dusty crafting workshop, claiming it.

All she now needed was the Materials.

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It took Thob a long time to finish her masterpiece once she had the necessary materials.

After days of intense carving of obsidian and orthoclase, there, in front of her on the table, was a scepter.

“Sôdimik Ugog Ïdath,” she said, astonished how one like her with no skill in carving stone could have made something so beautiful. “Mistychucked the Bane of Amusement. That is your name.”

She looked at the scepter, very pleased. His father, Kogan Girderreigned, would love it, and in his name she claimed it as a family heirloom: a rather simple, yet elegent, scepter ending in vicious spikes, carved out of orthoclase with bands of obsidian around it.



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21st of Malachite, 380

“Aye, I could tell ya all 'bout it!” Edëm the dwarf yelled to Datan Futuretours from the other side of the porch.

The two had been discussing Datan's return to Waterlures and how horrifying it was that the spirits of the dead haunted the town that year. Datan was mainly interested on the scholarly side of it: how does a spirit remain here, unable to move to the Other Side? Or, is there even such a thing as an afterlife -- other than being a ghost? Such talk was far too complicated for Edëm who all the time kept on telling that “they 'aunted me, they did, those buggers” trying to shift the discussion to his personal experiences.

And now, it seemed, Edëm was insisting on talking about what he was familiar with.

Edëm stood up, walked towards Datan and begun weaving a story, “Ya see, it was a dark, rainy night when 'ey first came. Me spine and beard all tinglin. Me moustach--”

“I have to go now,” Datan interrupted as Edëm was next to him. The capybara man scholar got up, and went for the door of the Fruit of Letters, saying, “I just remembered some very important business I have to attend to. Tell the story another time, perhaps? Goodbye.”

“Well... I... Um,” Edëm stopped, confused, his finger raised up. Had he said something wrong?



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9th of Limestone, 380

There was a loud rumble in the clouds and after that came a great torrent of rain came gushing down from the skies.

'Of course,' the outpost liaison Tirist Brasshandles thought as he stepped through the East Gate of Waterlures. 'Of course it happens now. Right when I step into this miserable hell-hole of a town. But you didn't get me now, Rabbit! Hah! I came prepared! I have proper attire for this occasion!'

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Istrul Wheelscrow stood watch at the gate, spear in her hand, and looked as the plump dwarf trotted past her with a smug expression on his face. He wasn't dressed in his usual fancy clothes. No, he wore thick leather trousers -- perhaps made of giant field mouse -- well-suited for the traveler of the wilds, and he had a rather long coat, also of leather, which looked like it was stitched together from hamster skins. His head was covered with a deep hood of bobcat leather and under it he had a hat made of what could only be turkey leather (it had feathers on it still). Only his silken cloak betrayed his position as a noble man -- otherwise he looked like a hunter or trapper from the frigid south.



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12th of Sandstone, 380

Autumn was halfway through, and it had been a peaceful one with nary a disturbance. Life had gone on in Waterlures just as always, but now in a grander, more alert way. Ònul Strickenrelics was standing guard in the Bell Tower, leaning her elbows on the railing and peering over the roofs and countryside. The slight drizzle of a rain didn't bother her, and it was somehow captivating watch the water drip down from the roof, sometimes a gust of wind sending the droplets falling on the railing.

Ònul was pleased with her life, though she hardly could call anyone a friend. Maybe Oko the badger man might be one some day, who knows? 'At least I have my family who I can count on. I don't really need anything else,' she thought, her mind wandering to her husband Deler and her children Dôbar, Feb, Mistêm, Èrith and Sodel... And Sodel...

She sighed. It would take time until she would get over the death of him, her firstborn, at the hands of the night troll when he was only two years old. “My dear, dear Sodel, I am so sorry,” she whispered, a tear forming in her eye, “I was not there to protect you. May Ôsed forgive me...”

'And may the Prince's hunger be satisfied and she keep her hands away from the rest of my darlings,' she finished the sentence in her mind.



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20th of Sandstone, 380

Thob Helmslabored strode with confidence to the large stone stocks. She had a smile on her face and she was in high spirits: today was the day she was twelve, and with that a grownup. Now she was allowed to work in proper fashion and not just do petty tasks. And indeed, her scepter had impressed the stoneworkers of Waterlures so much, that she was allowed to work on her own without the supervision of a master.

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The same day was also the birthday of Momuz Speartours, the son of Kib and Edu, and he, too, was now twelve.

But unlike Thob, he was not headed to work like an adult. No, he was in the attic above the Fruit of Letters -- the traditional playground of the children of Waterlures. And he was still playing. And enjoying it. Oh, if the Winter Festivals would be here already! That was what he waited for, not some pointless task at a tailor's or weaver's or mason's... Perhaps necessary, but so worthless. He was certain he could fit any task, but the truth was he really didn't want to. He would do it, of course -- it was only appropriate that he did his share.

But he wouldn't hurry. Today was his birthday and he would have a small party with the rest of the kids.



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26th of Sandstone, 380

Aban Colorwhips, the son of Kasat and Cusal, stopped in his tracks at one of the charcoal burning pits of the smelting house. With an odd look in his eyes, he headed up to the forge area and went to a smithy, claiming it.

He had been possessed by the powers of the Lakes of Saturninity, and an artifact of great quality was on its way.



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4th of Timber, 380

As Aban worked the forge above, on the ground floor of the building a very different kind of labor was taking place: his sister younger Edzul Boardtrampled gave birth to a  boy, her third child.

For Edzul this was a priceless artifact, a living expression of her and Datan's love.



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“Tecàk Éth, the Sweetness of Shutting,” Aban said as he turned the bismuth helm in his hands. “You are truly amazing. A beauty. I shall offer you to Oddom. He can decide what to do with you, who should wear you.”

It was a magnificent helm, made to fit the shape of a capybara head perfectly. Its rims were encrusted with rutile, heliodor and crystal glass; strips of yak leather fashioned into rings hung from the sides, and on the top were spikes resembling small horns made out of bismuth and hematite. The forehead had a soft, embossed image of hamster men in giant cave spider silk and above it was a relief of goat bone depicting Lancersells the Natural Water -- an artifact crown.

When Aban gave it to his brother, Baron Oddom, he was pleased and said it would serve well as the symbol of the Dungeon Master of Waterlures and captain of the Turquoise Veils, Fikod Livingglazes.



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25th of Timber, 380

Amane Groveautumns sat at the edge of the roof of the Fruit of Letters, letting her fairy feet dangle down. She watched as the rain fell, running little streams down the roof shingles. The streams sometimes came across another one and joined, becomin a slightly larger stream. 'It is a little like rivers, I guess,' Amane thought, 'Running down the hill, through the forest. Little streams become bigger streams become rivers become bigger rivers. Stronger and stronger. Such is the way of Icemì... But where does the river go?'

After contemplating it for a while (much longer than usual for her), she forgot the whole thing, stood up and fluttered down from the roof.



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26th of Timber, 380

Ugrad was not one you would expect to heed the counsel of a weasel woman. But appearances can deceive: the words of Ushat in the spring had left their impact on him. He was indeed soon forty and he had yet to experience romance -- the burning passion of love from the stories! -- the one thing in life he yearned for the most.

So he had approached Miss Languagehame, the ex-mayor of Waterlures, who he knew to be still single, and asked her to spend some time with him at “the hut atop the hill to get to know one another slightly better.”

She had accepted, and in the Lovers' Hut they had spent the last of the autumn, enjoying the discussions they had; enjoying the crispy autumn evenings and smell of earth, watching the leaves turn into a display of bright, fiery colors and drop off the branches.

So far, no romance was found, no spark of passionate love between the two. Instead a new, strong friendship bloomed.



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9th of Moonstone, 380

Winter arrived, the lake froze and everything was blanketed in the white of snow. Ïteb Hammerpillars, the gorlak ex-prophet, stood guard in the Bell Tower, a chill gale biting through her woolen clothes. 'People are basically trustworthy,' she thought as she kept watch. 'They may be wrong with their absurd ideas, their misconceptions, but in the end, when it counts, one can trust them.'

She was still disillusioned by the way things had turned in Waterlures, and maybe she was disgruntled with the Rabbit Herself. Kasat's dream was that: only a dream. The reality was that this place has the same problems that every place has, even though life was maybe slightly less harsh and cruel and leadership more just. It was naïve to think Waterlures could remain an utopia for the devout of Ôsed, singing praise in her name, away from the illness of the rest of the world...

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But if the Rabbit in the Sky would truly have wanted this to be Her's, a place where the mundane and divine meet, she would have made it so. She turned to look at the unfinished and overgrown temple in the northwest. She scoffed, “Pfft. Such a waste. All the plans and such. All the work spent on it...”

She turned away from the sad sight and thought of the “holy” visions Ïteb had before coming to Waterlures... Either she was mistaken in her interpretations or Ôsed merely fooled her. There were reasons why many in Ustuth Ïdath considered Her a mischievous one.

And Ïteb didn't like being fooled.

So she had forsaken her path as prophet and become a fisher. And she was content with her choice -- whether it was the guidance of Ôsed or not.



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4th of Opal, 380

As the year neared its end, the Winter Festivals began.

The Fruit of Letters was packed tightly with body of capybara, dwarf, elf and human alike. Mayor Fecici was getting used to it and he had abandoned all thoughts of moving this important event to another location. If this is where the capybaras wanted to mingle and sweat, so be it. It was only for a short time and once a year. He could bear it.

And -- though he didn't admit it aloud -- he was beginning to like it.




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Zultan's memorial engraving.



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Welp, we lost Zultan and with that the last dorfed capied character... But at least he died peacefully and lived a good long life, and was very, very satisfied in the end.

I was a bit surprised of the Age change. I've boosted the megabeast and titan (and semimega) populations quite a lot, so wasn't expecting that to happen any time soon. (Can't remember if I've witnessed it in other than small/pocket worlds.)

Also, still no sieges (invaders are certainly on and I've restarted the program). Weird. Especially since our civ has been attacking the goblins. Or maybe it's because of that? But whatever the reason, I'm not complaining.

I'll probably hop into adventure mode next time. There's really not much happening in fort mode without any building projects, so it's basically just waiting and searching for something to write about. And while it's nice and chill (ok, sometimes slightly boring even), a change is needed once in a while.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on May 22, 2023, 05:52:19 pm
A lovely update as always.

Avo's legendary hammer is rich in capy history

Dang the last of the named generation gone. Honestly love that this forts the perfect size to get a feel for most of the capys as well as experience of their entire life.

I look forward to seeing what becomes of Waterlures in the future. Need to take a look at the legends next time im free.

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 23, 2023, 02:50:15 am
Dang my guy died, glad to see it was old age that took him rather than some critter murdering him like all the other people that I've had named after me in other forts, and that's what separates this fort from the others which is a nice change of pace compared to other forts where death is constantly around. Hopefully this trend continues and we remain peaceful.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 23, 2023, 04:03:01 pm
RIP Zultan. Long lived, but in the end, mortal like all the rest

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It was a magnificent helm, made to fit the shape of a capybara head perfectly. Its rims were encrusted with rutile, heliodor and crystal glass; strips of yak leather fashioned into rings hung from the sides, and on the top were spikes resembling small horns made out of bismuth and hematite. The forehead had a soft, embossed image of hamster men in giant cave spider silk and above it was a relief of goat bone depicting Lancersells the Natural Water -- an artifact crown.

now THAT is an artifact. perfect for a defender of that crown to wear, or something
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 25, 2023, 07:51:13 am
Part III:
Broken Peace

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1st of Granite, 381

“A great loss, the finest carpenter in Waterlures. A true master she was,” was said by Ïteb the gorlak at Luki Shaftvise's memorial. “She was not one to display herself, to flaunt her skill. A humble one she was. One who avoided places where was all the bustle and crowds, keeping to herself and her work. One who trusted and one who you could trust. Always there to help.”

Indeed, the Prince of Duty had once again come with spring and taken what was rightfully Her's. Luki Shaftvise, one of the pilgrims, was now dead. She was a rather invisible individual, though everyone who knew her liked her. Nobody had anything bad to say about the master carpenter, the creator of Twinklesewers the almond wood chest.

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But nobody really knew Luki. She had her dark side. One she had kept secret to the grave. She might have been a helpful and friendly individual, but deep within she hated it. She loathed it. Such foolishness was sacrifice! And all the talk of peace and harmony. Disgusting! It was war, total war that was needed. The world needed to be bathed in crimson, all the order be destroyed and glorious chaos given reign! There was a reason she was always a bit nervous. Why she avoided the others. Why, what would have happened if her true self would have ever been revealed?

None of that mattered now.

Her soul was now on its way to Mater, the god of rainbows, whom was worshiped in the Cobalt Empires. There she would dance along with others on fields of all imaginable colors -- unless if the likely happened and her soul was claimed by Abod into her chaotic domain, where war was constant and death only a beginning...

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It was not only Luki whose time had come.

Ganuh Carryclouds, a human scholar who had come to Waterlures half a decade ago, passed away. It was a great loss for scholarship and the search for knowledge: Ganuh was a truly remarkable Naturalist who had made many a great discovery and advanced the sciences in her life. Yet her time came before she wrote down any of it. With her death, her discoveries of the anatomy and diseases of creatures were lost along with her theories of the struggle for survival.

“Such a loss, such a tragedy for the quest for knowledge,” all the scholars of the House of Knowledge kept saying.



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5th of Granite, 381

Most of the children were gathered in the dormitory above the Fruit of Letters, and the goblin Azstrog Worddungeons was looking after them. Azstrog was in the midst of talking with Kosoth Releasedsilvers, the three year old daughter of Edzul Boardtrampled and Datan Futuretours. As she listened to the child talk about how she admired the Fenced Princes and other warriors in shining armor, Azstrog noticed from the corner of her eye that Fikod Ragacts acted odd: the child -- who was almost an adult -- dropped what she was doing, stared blankly into the horizon for a while, then turned around and headed out the door.

'I wonder what went into that one,' Azstrog thought, before returning her focus to little Kosoth.

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Fikod walked out of the Fruit of Letters, across the pathway still covered with snow, sleet raining from the skies, into the cellar of one of the craft's houses and up the stairs to claim a workshop -- one that had been regularly used by late Zultan, a master bone carver (and soap maker).

The forces of the Lakes of Saturninity were once again at work, and a new artifact was on its way.

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A marble ring was what Fikod created: Asrertan, Appearedticks. It was a beauty, encircled with thin bands of pig iron, bronze and yak bone, its inner side cushioned with cave spider silk; its centerpiece -- a pear cut red spinel set into crystal glass with an image of one of Ïteb's dice -- surrounded with small spikes of marble.

Truly a marvel and wondrous addition to the ever-growing treasury of Waterlures.



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6th of Slate, 381

“Ah, the art of philosophy. Where would we be without it?” Fecici said to the human lady carrying a book with the title 'A Treatise on Hernia -- by Tekkud Bannerguises' in her arms. “Of course, your kind is always welcome in Waterlures... And I see you are already familiar with the writings of our scholars.”

Fecici pointed at the book. He was not so interested in scholarship or the search for “Truth”. No, quite the opposite: he was not the least bit curious about the world. Yet he knew that keeping Waterlures at the forefront of the attainment of knowledge was a huge benefit for them, and since several old scholars had passed away in recent years, it was for the best to have new ones around. To keep things as they were.

“Yes, Master Bannerguises,” Goto Cherishedburied -- the lady scholar -- said, “I was saddened to hear that she is not among you anymore. I would have very much yearned to learn from her and debate some matters...”

“Mhm, yes, yes,” Fecici said as he already was turning to head out of his office, “You may stay, naturally. Seek out Ïteb Workgray the capybara woman at the House of Knowledge. She will set you up with accommodations and show you around. But for now, forgive me, I must take my leave -- I am a very busy mayor and have very many a thing to attend to.”

And so the elf mayor left, leaving Goto in his office to marvel the sight opening from the window over the lake.



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It was a spring with nothing much out of the ordinary happening and life going on as usual -- precisely how it should be. Sheep were shorn, yarn was spun, wool cloth was woven, and clothes were tailored. Asmel's skill in cooking continued to improve and he would soon be as great as his mother and father, Datan pressed honey our of honeycombs for his meadery at the Hut of Romancing, the vinyards produced bountiful grapes for the wineries, Vabôk dyed masterful cloth when he was not on duty, and Rin's old mill was milling once again after Libash had picked up milling in her elder years.

All in all, despite some hardships and tragedies now and then, Kasat's dream of a peaceful place for capybara folk in a tumultuous world had come true. Waterlures was thriving and blooming.



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25th of Hematite, 381

The studies and lecture halls of the House of Knowledge were a good place to think. That is where Datan Futuretours had spent much of his time since he returned to Waterlures from his travels. For during those travels he had seen that the world was full of folk with foul intentions, their eyes set upon the riches of others. It bothered him very much: the vaults beneath the baronial quarters were full of priceless artifacts. Something that certainly would attract unwanted attention. While the vault doors were secure, Datan was not so sure about the locks.

And so he had been pondering. How to make the vaults more secure. And now, finally, he had made a breakthrough! His idea was simple, but effective: a bolt with weighted pins holding it in place, which could be lifted with a key to unlock it. Surely such safety measures would keep even master thieves away!

Now, the only thing left to do was to try it out in practice...



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9th of Galena, 381

“Good day, Miss Languagehame,” Oddom the manager said as he passed Likot at the North Gate. “Good day, Oddom,” Likot nodded and smiled to the capybara man. She was standing guard at the gates, watching as workers came and went from the vinyards carrying fresh grapes to the stores and vine leaves to be made into one of Vabôk's wonderful dyes (the pretty lemon-yellow one, quite the lively color).

She twirled Zultan's old mace in her hand. It felt good. She had learned much of its use this year and she felt confident she could hold her ground with it if need be. But training had been away from other activities, and she was a bit frustrated that she hadn't had enough time to pray properly to the Golden. 'I'm glad I'm not mayor anymore,' she thought, 'I was never the one fit for the task and I really didn't ask for it... It was just something that fell upon me after Kasat's passing.'

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Likot looked again at the mace. It was of great quality, but other than that not so different from any steel mace: it had a sturdy shaft and a round head with knobs. While it hadn't seen great battles and wars like weapons of legend, it was a part of the history of Waterlures, part of the story of the Fenced Princes and their growth into a formidable fighting force. 'You know, mace,' she addressed the cudgel in her thoughts, 'I think I'm becoming quite fond of you. Who knows what we'll still face together in the future?'



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11th of Limestone, 381

With autumn came the merchants from the Mountainhome, their many wagons drawn by reindeer and horses. The capybaras and others hurried to bring all manner of trade goods to the Trade House -- they were caught slightly surprised, for they didn't expect the caravan to arrive this early.

Along with the merchants came Tirist, the outpost liaison, prepared for his yearly meeting with the mayor. This year he was once again dressed in proper noble fashion: clothes of the finest cave spider silk covered him from head to toe. Perhaps he had heard of his last year's attire one time too many? No more looking like a lowly peasant or forester for Tirist, it seemed.



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Just like spring and summer were peaceful with not much happening in Waterlures, so was autumn. Trading was done with the dwarves; the outpost liaison brought news of the still ongoing war between Ustuth Ïdath and the Hell of Miseries, but so far both sides were holding ground with little losses. The people of Waterlures went on with their daily business, the wars of the outer world only distant stories and something not tangible for most of them.

Even the defenders of Waterlures didn't expect any immediate threats, for it was unlikely that the goblins would shift their assaults from Inkedwhims to another place anytime soon. Perhaps a giant or two might arrive, but the Fenced Princes and others were confident they could deal with them. And the caverns had been sealed for now, since there was no need for more marble, so no terror from the dark could creep in.

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These were good times for children to be born, and indeed, Fikod Livingglazes, the Dungeon Master, birthed a boy in early Sandstone and not many days later Dodók Channelplaits gave birth to a girl. Sandstone saw not only capybaras being born: Atír Tongsquill from Tradeplay bore a dwarf girl into the world and Iden Glovepartner gave birth to a weasel girl -- Baroness Kasat would have been pleased to see Waterlures turn into a place where capybara, dwarf and other races lived together harmoniously, raising their families in the serene lakeside town.

There were six births altogether in autumn -- the blessing of the Rabbit was stronger than ever this year.



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2nd of Moonstone, 381

A cold early winter rain fell from the dark gray sky. The turn to stand as lookout in the Bell Tower had fallen on Ustuth Polishlens, one of Kasat's sons, and he was not pleased of it. Time spent alone in the cold, windy and now wet tower was time away from something more meaningful. He felt all this mandatory “helping out for the common good” was a waste and didn't like such things imposed upon him.

'Miserable, lousy foul weather,' he grumbled in his thoughts as he stared across the landscape, not really focusing much on the task at hand. 'Why do you taunt me this way, oh Ôsed? What's in it for you to make my day miserable?

As he grumbled and muttered curses, he turned to look to the northwest.

“Huh? What was that?”, he said half aloud. He thought he had seen some movement in the woodland.

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It was hard to see through the rain and the dark cast by the clouds, but as he squinted his eyes Ustuth saw a band of men and goblins approaching from the northwest, just beyond the unfinished temple. They were armored in mail and plate, carrying cruel looking weapons in their hands.

These were no travelers: they were a raiding party of the enemy!

“Raiders! Raiders coming from the hills!” Ustuth yelled down from the tower before rushing to the angen and beginning to strike the bells furiously.

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Ustuth made a quick headcount of the warriors he saw: ten altogether. Most likely a raiding party or scouts of some sort.

'Our warriors will drive them back,' he thought, confident that these uninvited guests were easily dealt with.

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For the first time, all the gates of Waterlures were shut at the same time.

The enemy coming down the slope next to Rin's old mill saw the Mill Gate raise, and after stopping for a while -- possibly forming a plan -- they began heading to the east, perhaps to search for another less protected entry?

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Fath Ironorgan, who was in the gatehouse above the Mill Gate with bow in hand, saw one of the humans stop at the way shrine to Mestthos. She carried a large maul with her, placed it against the shrine wall and turned to the statue of the god of fortresses. Was she praying? Was she laughing? Was she desecrating the shrine? Fath could not tell from this distance.

Soon another human rushed down the road, spear raised to strike: one of the war grizzlies was standing guard at the catacomb entry. It did not put up much of a fight before the human slew the poor bear.

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Angered by the death of the grizzly who defended the sancity of the burial grounds, Fath aimed his bow and fired. The human raised her shield and blocked the first arrow, however, the second one struck her in the guts. It probably did not penetrate her mail, but it clearly caused some damage: the woman began retching and vomiting and screaming.

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“Only ten?” Ana Talonspread, the fox woman captain of the Orbs of Focus, said when she heard how few of the enemy there was. “Leave this to us. Me and my boys and girl can handle this. You keep the gates secure,” she continued, waving her hand at her group of warriors: Upu Realmsflax, the snow leopard man hammer lord, Atera Fordwave, the coyote man swordmaster, Osime Waxrider, the pig man axe lord, and Cóce Simplecreature, the panda woman spearmaster.

This is what they had been training for. This is why they had come to Waterlures.

And so they headed out the Temple Gate to meet out the enemy in the open and crush them.

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The first foe to fall was the bear-slayer.

As the vomiting human was still making her escape to the cover of the mill, Osime the pig man ran up the slope with a disturbingly joyful look on his face. Down came his axe and the woman screamed as her hand was cloven asunder, blood spraying on her and the pig man!

Next came the fox woman, slashing the human in the leg and kicking her in the ear. Oh the screaming of the raider that carried all the way to the gatehouse where Fath and the elf Amala Helplobster stood guard!

The others joined in hacking, slashing, stabbing and bashing the poor woman into an almost unrecognizable heap of minced meat -- Ana managed to almost cut the human in half with a mighty slash from her steel short sword.

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The next enemy to meet their end was a bowman who desperately attempted to fire arrow after arrow at the charging panda woman coming for her. It was no use, for the arrows went wide or were dodged easily and soon the spear wielding ursine was upon her. Thrust after thrust hit the woman, puncturing her body and spilling her guts before she bled out.

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The next raider fared no better when the Orbs of Focus came stampeding through nearly waist-length grass. The human hammerman was terrified, but that terror did not last long: teeth and hand were severed and sailing off in an arc, bones were crushed by hammer blows and the flat of sword, until he lay dead, his body mangled and mutilated beyond recognition.

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And so it continued until the last of the enemies (who hadn't fled from the bloodshed) was put down at the east slopes by Cóce's spear.

The raiders were defeated and the defenders of Waterlures were victorious.

This year there would be a celebration in the honor of the heroes during the Winter Festivals.



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6th of Opal, 381

The Winter Festivals begun not long after the pitiful attempt of the enemy to raid Waterlures.

The Fruit of Letters was crammed with citizens, all discussing the recent turn of events after an otherwise easy and peaceful year. It was most likely that the assaillants were from the Tight Torments, for many of the fallen raiders sported an image of tower-caps on their armor -- the symbol of the goblin kingdom. For years there had been no word of them, but perhaps they were now targeting Ustuth Ïdath because of the ongoing war with the Hell of Miseries. Maybe they thought a town of animal folk on the outskirts of the dwarf kingdom was easy pickings? Those fools.

There were many questions, but no immediate answers.



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Didn't hop into adventure mode yet and so we experienced our first siege. Unsurprisingly one squad of humans & goblins was no problem.

Next time maybe I'll do an adventurer run (got a few ideas), but it depends on how spring starts. I'll at least check if anyone dies of old age, but there's also a possibility for a siege.

Anyway, might take some days or a week off this game and do some other stuff, but we'll see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 26, 2023, 04:48:59 am
Seems like we're losing quite a few people to old age at the start of the year again, and glad to see that no one was lost to that little siege, hopefully we can say the same for the next one.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 26, 2023, 05:43:26 am
I'm not too worried about sieges. We've got several capable squads (like the one that dealt with this "siege"), so unless it's a 200+ invader siege or archers manage to climb on roofs and shoot civilians, I think things will go quite well.

(Speaking of squads, I really like that the first name the rng gave for the panda woman was Cóce Simplecreature, so I stuck with it.)

Also, is there something people would want to see in adventure mode if/when I switch to it? Like, checking on Rivermine, or Cañar & Rin, or some other place/characters, or maybe something new (ideas welcome), or sending somebody from Waterlures to explore the world (ideas welcome)?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on May 26, 2023, 02:15:30 pm
Perhaps a part of the world yet unexplored, Gonna give the map a look and see if there is something of note in unexplored areas
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 27, 2023, 12:53:09 am
Hmm, nice idea actually. There's at least a whole bunch of human hamlets/towns on the east coast beyond Controlledseal and the mountains behind it (though, I think they've all fallen to the necromancer apocalypse).

And closer by, in the west are the "Old Elf Lands" we haven't really checked beyond Morningwilt. Supposedly some of our new mercenaries are from there, but I didn't actually send anyone there other than in my narrative.

Then there's all the goblin kingdoms which we haven't touched at all.

Since Waterlures is now thriving and not trying to keep itself so secluded, maybe we could send a bold group of adventurers out to explore uncharted lands (and perhaps search for rumors of Suwu etc at the same time)? I'd imagine out scholars might petition for something like that.

And/or possibly someone in one of the lands we haven't explored has heard of peaceful Waterlures and sets off to check the place?

There's a map and some (outdated) world info in the second post (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392012#msg8392012), if someone wants to check for ideas and doesn't feel like going through legends.

Edit. And since we don't have any named/dorfed/capied characters anymore, would you feel like having new ones? We could combine this with the idea of someone who has heard of Waterlures, so you could propose (a) character(s) that'd head for the capy town and suggest a reason? (Something like give me a species, gender, desired profession, civilization, worshiped deity/sphere + motivation to go to Waterlures, and I'll whip up something as close as possible within this world.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 27, 2023, 03:52:00 am
Exploring unknown lands and sending out guys to look around sounds pretty cool, who knows what could be lurking out there.

Also if you're doing another batch of named people I'd like one and I think I'll be a fox man this time around, as for profession I leave that up to you as you know what the town needs more than I do.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 28, 2023, 01:28:37 am
Also if you're doing another batch of named people I'd like one and I think I'll be a fox man this time around, as for profession I leave that up to you as you know what the town needs more than I do.

A fox man it is then. And there's really no professions we need, so I'll leave that to the rng.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 28, 2023, 04:00:50 am
Also if you're doing another batch of named people I'd like one and I think I'll be a fox man this time around, as for profession I leave that up to you as you know what the town needs more than I do.

A fox man it is then. And there's really no professions we need, so I'll leave that to the rng.
I'm good with that, also if you need someone for military duty I'd be game for that as well.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 01, 2023, 01:20:48 am
Part IV:
Ongorkök - The Outrageous Assault

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15th of Granite, 382

Spring came to Waterlures and with it the elves from Múya Loré came to trade.

Oko the badger man was standing guard at the Mill Gate as the elf merchants lef their pack animals -- yaks, horses and camels -- through it, heading towards the Trade House. The others were already busy carrying trade goods for trade, for the elves had been sighted by Id Pucelfloor, the naked mole dog man who was the lookout at the time, some time ago -- the Bell Tower had other uses than just spotting approaching enemies.

Yes, it was spring, the Winter Festivals were over and Waterlures was preparing for another year as it rained sleet from the sky -- typical Granite weather at the shores of the Lakes of Saturninity.



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25th of Granite, 382

'May the warriors of Kumil be worthy of you this year as they were in the last,' Datan Netinked the dwarf tavern keeper of the Hut of Romancing prayed to Mestthos. He had spent so much of his time working at the apiary tending to the bees, pressing honey and making mead that he had neglected his gods. Prayers had to be said and offering made regularly to keep the gods pleased and satisfied-- if not, they certainly could not be expected to help their servants when needed.

'Forgive me, Mighty Mestthos, for I have failed you as a devout servant. And yet despite my failures, you have shielded us, kept us safe. You are our guardian and commander, and I shall follow your lead,' Datan continued his prayers.



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6th of Slate, 382

Young Thob Helmlabored was excited and couldn't wait until the day's work was finished. She had just heard that ducklings had hatched at the poultry pen. And not just one or two, but nine, nine ducklings! Oh how she waited to see the small and fluffy ones wobbling around with their large webbed feet! And the quacks and the chirping! She could barely hold the mallet and chisel in her paws as she worked and carved stone at a craft's shop.

Perhaps she could take a few of the ducklings as her pets? Yes, she'd do that as soon as this piece was finished.



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12th of Slate, 382

'Damn spring rain,' Baron Oddom grumbled as he was checking the fish barrels next to the wall. He would have been more annoyed by the cold, wet sleet had he not just taken a few samplings of wine in one of the wine cellars. As he closed the lid of one barrel he felt in his spine what so many capybara folk had felt before him: the powers of the Lakes of Saturninity were at work and he, too, would create an artifact.

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He walked down to the shore, past the poultry pen and onto the walkways, heading past the butchery and finally entering Zon's Tailory. He walked to Zon's table and claimed it in his mind as his place of work.

Amane the fairy flew behind him and looked as the capybara man sat at the table with an odd look in his eyes. She shrugged her shoulders and flew up the stairs to fetch some cloth for dying. 'I wonder what's wrong with that one?' she thought for a second until she remembered that she had just had a pretty decent meal. And that she had eaten it in her own dining room. It was bliss.

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It took Baron Oddom nearly ten days to find the proper materials and tailor his masterpiece.

Finally it was completed and in front of him on the table lay a hood made of hemp decorated with giant peach-faced lovebird bones and iwith bands of red spinel and oak. Along its rim hung rings made of brimstone and spike-like studs of hemp, yak leather and oak went around it. To finish it off, on the top was an image of Racedrecluse the cave spider silk toga in grizzly bear leather.

“Govos Ser, the Leaf of Heads,” Oddom said as he put it on, “You will protect me from the weather like the leaves of trees shield those taking shelter under them.You are truly a splendid one.”



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27th of Slate, 382

The buzzing of bees was intense as the dwarf Endok Touracts walked across the narrow walkway towards Edu's Fishery. He was taking a shortcut to the apiary, for he wanted to reach it as quickly as possible: he was carrying a colony of honey bees in his hands. Everyone was keeping their distance as he warned them with shouts of “Bees incoming! Make way! Bees incoming!” And since nobody wanted to be stung, they hastily moved out of the way.

“Now, now, bees,” he spoke to the bees flying around his head and body, “Do not think of yourselves as being free. None of us are. You are sworn to your queen and your queen to us. Stop acting like you are not.”

It was of no use. The bees didn't listen and calm down.

But neither did they sting anyone, which was good enough.



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3rd of Hematite, 382

Thob Helmlabored, fourteen years old, was at the way shrine dedicated to Ôsed. Summer had just arrived and a light drizzle of rain fell from the sky, but it was more of a refreshing rain than anything. Amidst her prayers to the Rabbit, Thob remembered her recent comforting talk with mother and thanked the goddess for such wonderful parents. 'Thank you, oh Ôsed, for everything I have. For mother and father, my brothers and sisters, my aunts, uncles, cousins and all the wonderful people around me...'

Her thoughts and prayers were interrupted as she heard something from the slopes beyond the mill. As if some kind of rustling, shuffling and clanking of metal. She thought she heard some voices, too.

She peeked around the corner of the way shrine to try and get a glimpse.

She was frightened when she realized what it was.

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A large group of armored and armed goblins was creeping through the brush, keeping low in the long grass! Some of them were climbing over the wall of the unfinished temple.

They were close and no alarm had been sounded.

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The reason for that was simple: whoever was supposed to stand watch in the Bell Tower was not there. The enemy could have walked to the gates in the open unless Thob would have been at the shrine that day, at that very moment.

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“Goblins! Goblins!” Thob began screaming and running down the road towards the Mill Gate, “Raiders! Run! Run!”

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Workers from the vinyard next to the road and Mill Gate dropped their baskets and what they were doing. All began to run screaming and yelling through gates, spreading the alarm of an approaching enemy.

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The warband of goblins came from behind the mill. They were led by a grey skinned goblin with fierce red eyes, carrying a cruel looking whip barbed with iron in her hand. It was no small raiding party, but a small warband: there were forty of them altogether.

And they seemed like capable warriors.

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At the gate the defenders were already gathering with haste. From the Fenced Princes there was Inod Oilyround, daughter of Kib and Edu, with spear in hand, Likot Languagehame wielding Zultan's mace and Nako Doomjumbed with a short sword, but no shield, which for some reason he had decided to not pick up. There was also the panda woman Cóce Simplecreatures, waiting for the rest of the Orbs of Focus.

And lastly (possibly also the least -- depending on who you ask) was Atír Såkzullål, Thob's pet duckling, who had come to see that her friend reaches safety.

There would be no time to shut the gate before the enemy reached it, and certainly this group could only slow the goblins down.

But if this was to be their end, they would do their best to take down as many of the foes as possible.

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As the defenders waited for reinforcements to arrive, the first of goblin arrows flew, narrowly missing Cusal who was heading to his position above the gates.

What got into him, the others could only guess, but he rushed out the gates, to the vinyards and straight towards the enemy on his own!

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Immediately a swarm of goblins ran to meet Cusal as arrows began flying. A dance of block and dodge began as the old capybara man jumped from arrow and pike, returning with a strike from his bow on the shields of goblins.

“We can't just stand and wait!” Baron Oddom, who had just arrived at the gate, yelled. “Onwards! Let us turn the tide and feel no terror!”

It was his father who was there, all alone, surrounded by wicked goblins. Oddom would not dishonor Cusal by staying away from the fray, and so he led a charge -- perhaps a suicidal one -- into the midst of the goblin horde.

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But no matter how bravely they charged in, there was no way Cusal would come out of this alive.

As capybara, goblin and panda woman crashed together, hacking and slashing their way to the surrounded old pilgrim, Cusal began to tire. And as he tired, he lost focus. And as he lost focus a goblin rushed on him, their bodies colliding and tangling, both falling to the ground rolling.

“Father! We're coming!” Oddom yelled, then bit a goblin in the cheek, ripping it into shreds. “Hold your ground!” He continued, spitting goblin blood before giving another good bite to the goblin, Cóce bashing another goblin in the eyelid with her spear shaft.

The shrieks and screams of goblins being ravaged in unordinary fashion were terrifying.

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But ultimately it was not enough to save Cusal: there was no way even a master dodger like him could roll away from so many pikes and spears. And thrust after thrust found their mark, puncturing vital body parts, the pain becoming unbearable... And as he began to pass out, all it took was a swing from a long sword to sever head from body.

“FATHER! NOOOO!” Oddom screamed.

Cusal's head rolled on the ground.

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The battle continued on furiously as Oddom led the warriors into the midst of the group of goblins, trying to reach the lifeless and headless body of Cusal. Arrows flew, swords clashed, maces and hammers battered shield and bone, and fist and tooth found their mark.

It was a desperate and foolish attempt, but terror and rage took hold of them, the sight of Cusal being decapitated shocking them all.

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“Mestthos be with us!” Etur the monk yelled as he rushed with Asmel the hoary marmot woman monk to the aid. Armed with only paw and nail, with only clothes as protection, they were prepared to face the goblins, for they had Mestthos on their side and it was their duty to shield the others with their bodies if need be.

As soon as Etur reached the melee, he began punching left and right, hitting goblins in the head with great force. Asmel did the same. As long as they dodged the blows of the vicious goblin weapons and did not tire, the monks would hold their ground.

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This was Likot Languagehame's first real battle, first real challenge, and she hoped it would not be the last.

With strength granted by her rage she swung Zultan's mace hard, harder than she believed she could. And it struck a goblin pikeman. Straight in his side with a sickening crack that broke bone and flesh.

The mace had lodged in the wound. She pulled it out.

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It was hard for Etur to keep track of his surrounding as more and more goblins swarmed on them. No matter how he punched and dodged, it was bound to happen to someone without armor: a sword found its mark.

Etur felt a sharp sting as a scimitar tore through his cloak and dug deep into his flesh. He felt his innards take severe wounds, something that he might not pull through. 'Mestthos, if this is how I will fall, grant me strength to take down a few with me,' he prayed amidst the chaos of combat.

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The battle raged on and Kumil the militia warden, Vabôk the leader of the monks and Ana the fox woman joined the fray.

Kumil jumped and kicked with his hoof at a goblin axeman, hitting and turning the goblin's cheek into a lump of gore. The militia warden then proceeded to slash with his sword at another goblin, striking the lasher leading the warband straight in the mouth and through her cheek.

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Noticing Kumil taking on the leader, Vabôk grabbed the goblin by the tongue, pulling hard, giving the militia warden an opening to decapitate the lasher.

Together they went for the next target, a goblin hammerman. As Kumil fought off others, Vabôk placed a chokehold around the hammerman's throat, strangling him until he passed out, and letting Kumil finish the job with a slash to the neck.

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Etur was badly wounded, unable to stand. He had been struck by a bolt, but this did not hinder him. No, he scrambled to the crossbowman, punching and biting him in the legs like a rabid dog!

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Nine goblins had already fallen, but there were plenty still left.

And not all of them had yet reached the battle, but were taking their time to come down the slopes. Perhaps they were hesitant? Perhaps they waited to see which direction the battle would unfold before making their move?

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Vabôk showed no mercy to the goblins. He punched and scratched, kicked and choked, bit and poked. The goblin he was facing was screaming in terror: Vabôk had bit his nose off and spat it on the ground.

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The slope below the old mill was running red with blood, piles of corpses and severed limbs scattered around the muddied grass.

The defenders were cutting down the warband slowly, but it was taking its toll: Likot Languagehame was exhausted. She noticed her movements becoming slower and slower, her breathing heavier. If this was not soon over, she would pass out from the strain the fighting had put on her body.

Fortunately the others still had much breath and spirit in them and they kept fighting, slowly pushing the tide of goblins back.

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But it was not enough: Likot slumped to the ground, her head feeling faint. She was passing out.

“Likot! Likot is down!” Litast Razortongues, the brother of Likot yelled as he hacked a goblin in the leg, “Damn it! Make way! I'm coming sister!”

Yet Likot was not done for. No, while fallen, she still dodged blows from goblins, returning with blows from her mace the best she could. She would fight. She would not fall. Not as long as she had spirit in her.

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More and more goblins began to fall and the defenders pushed their way up the slope. The morale of the attackers was plummeting and it was only a matter of time now before they would be routed.

Likot and Etur were both lying on the ground, but they both were still breathing and there were no enemies near them. Kumil was standing guard over them and when he noticed they were safe for the time being, he continued up the slope to help push the rest of the goblin tide back.

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And sure enough, as the goblins waiting on the slope saw their kin being slaughtered like pigs, they looked at each other and without any word turned around to flee from certain death.

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Likot Languagehame lay on the ground trying to catch her breath as the rest -- even Etur, crawling on the ground -- made their way to chase the remaining foes away and possibly cut few more down. She grasped Zultan's old mace still firmly in her grip as she rolled onto her back staring into the sky, rain falling on her face and slightly cleaning her mud and gore caked fur. 'Whew, that was a close one,' she thought, momentarily forgetting that they had lost Cusal, 'Were it not for Zultan's mace, I wouldn't be alive anymore...'

She turned to look at the mace and spoke aloud, “Old Zultan never gave you name, did he? You certainly deserve one after this day... How about Authorclobber the Sick Strangenessess?”

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The mopping up of the goblins was swiftly over as the Fenced Princes, Ochre Snarls and Orbs of Focus rushed after the enemy, cutting them down one by one.

The defenders of Waterlures were once again victorious, but this time they had paid a price: Cusal was no longer among the living.

He would be buried within the baronial mausoleum with his wife, baroness Kasat Waxedtiles.



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7th of Hematite, 382

“Do not worry, Etur,” Olon Seerlances said to the capybara man monk laying on the bed. She was tending to him at the infirmary, stitching his open wounds closed. They were not nearly as bad as they looked with all the blood and mud staining him. “We'll have you up in no time and as good as new.”

“It is frustrating -- not your care, mind you -- but were it not for a simple mistake, I would not be here, wounded,” Etur complained, trying to not wince when the needle pricked him. “I should be up and training, bettering myself. Not lying in the bed like an old man.”

“Oh come now,” Olon smiled. “You did well. You helped keep us safe. Helped... Keep the losses low.” She wavered in her words. It was difficult for the healer to grasp the thought that Cusal was dead. And from what she heard, it could have been avoided.

“You rest now, monk. There is no need to rush and run under the Prince's flail before one's time is due,” she said as she left to fetch some bandages and soap.



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13th of Hematite, 380

Atír Archsinged, the broker, met with the merchant's guild representative Sekur Cleareddimples at the kitchens of the Hut of Romancing. The humans from the Just Union arrived not long after the furious battle with the goblin warband, and the slopes of the mill were still littered with carnage. Fortunately this year the humans arrived from the south, following the river from Morningwilt in the west to the Lakes of Saturninity.

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Amidst trade negotiations news were exchanged and Atír learned that the old law-giver of the Just Unions, Ite Safenut, had passed away a few years back. He had ruled the kingdom for a long time, but eventually his body grew too old and frail. After his passing, his son Pabat Cyclonehail was crowned and now sits on the throne in Meettraded.



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5th of Malachite, 382

The crow man Meng was once again perched on a pole, looking at the hustle and bustle below him. With him was one of the ducklings in his lap, trying to snatch a piece or two from Meng's meal. “No duck! It is not for you!” Meng said as he kept moving the duck's head aside. “It is my food, not duck food.”

Perching on the pole with his fat form was not easy on the knees. After a while they began to hurt and ache a bit. 'Where are all the chairs? Why is there no chair here?' Meng thought, not understanding why such a magnificent spot wouldn't be furnished with one.



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26th of Malachite, 382

Inod Oilyround was standing guard at the South Gate when a small group of cougar men and women tried their luck, attacking Kib Owlroughnesses who was praying at the way shrine outside the walls.

The unarmed and unskilled cougars soon realized what a mistake they had made when Inod rushed to meet them with spear at the ready.

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Kib was not at the least frightened by the assaillants. She was one of the civilians ordered to carry a spear at all times, so she put her skill to test as she chased a terrified cougar man up the west hill.

Several others joined the chase and eventually the cougar men were hunted down.



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6th of Sandstone, 382

Today was the birthday of Dôbar Tombhold, daughter of Ònul Strickenrelics and Deler Slidbust. And it was not any birthday. It was her twelfth one, which meant that from this day onward she would be considered a grownup. She was in her very own home, in the dining room, playing with an andesite puzzlebox. She had no luck solving it and brute force -- which she preferred -- did not work. It was a very well made puzzlebox, and perhaps one day she would be able to craft one of great quality -- it was one of her greatest dreams.



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Autumn turned out to be a peaceful one, and that was very welcome after the shock of the goblin attack in summer. Life went on as usual in Waterlures, though Cusal's death still was fresh in the minds of many. Work was done at a slow pace, several young ones became adults and joined the work force, six children were born (five capybaras and one weasel), and a great autumn cleanup of wardrobes was ordered. Many had hoarded old betattered clothing, which they did not wear, but of which fripperers would pay a nice sum -- the rest would be disposed of.



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3rd of Moonstone, 382

“Why, the whole notion is absurd!” Ïteb Workgray said to the gremlin sage, with a slight hint of agitation in her voice. Winter had just arrived, but Ïteb was oblivious to it for she had been discussing the concept of 'nothingness' with Nawo Lakehoof. It was something she had difficulties in accepting. She continued, “Even nothing must consist of something. It is impossible for what you speak of to exist.”

“Now listen, young lady,” the gremlin said with a patronizing tone, holding his arms behind his back, “It may seem that there is a logical problem in the whole idea, but if we separate things into matter and into space, we can begin to solve it. See, this space, this 'nothing' is not actually nothing, but, let us say, more of like a... receptable -- like that chest over there.” He pointed at the highwood chest normally containing writing materials, but now empty. “And in that receptable we can place objects -- matter -- such as parchments and quires. And as it is now empty, there is 'nothing' in it -- that is, it is filled with space, filled with nothing.”

“I would argue against that, good man,” Ïteb replied, tapping her paw impatiently on the floor, arms crossed in front of her chest, “But my throat is parched after all this nonsense. I must go quench my thirst, so please forgive me, I must go now.” She then turned around and left the lecture hall through the backdoor.

“Well, we'll continue this later then...” the gremlin said, scoffing in his mind at the simplicity of the capybara scholar's lack of intellect and logic.



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Winter passed at a leisurely pace with little work being done, except for the cleaning which still continued. There were no Winter Festivals this year, but all work was halted for Obsidian and everyone could do whatever they pleased: go to the shrines for prayer, head to the House of Knowledge to read books, or to one of the taverns to grab a mug or few.

But despite the peacefulness, the watch kept patrolling the streets and walkways, staying guard at the gates, and keeping lookout at the Bell Tower. One could never know when the goblins of the Tight Torments would decide to return...



=====

Another year, another siege.

I wasn't planning to send the capies out the walls, but since Cusal was an archer and well, I guess we were out of arrows, he decided to do the thing DF archers do: head straight to the enemy. And there was no way the others would've just watch him being butchered without trying to stop it.

I'm surprised that Etur and Likot didn't fall. Likot was on the verge of passing out and Etur was completely unarmored (as were all the monks) and got some bad hits. Those legendary wrestlers monks were absolute beasts in combat, choking goblins all the time so that others could finish them. Pity the elephant men were too slow to arrive. Would've been great to see what their over-sized fists would've done.

Took a bit longer to get this one out. There's so many citizens now that it's a bit hard to keep focus and find someone to follow. Also not much else going on than the sieges. But now I should be at a point where I'll hop to adventure mode for a while.

So, if someone else than King Zultan has character ideas or other ideas, know is a good time to pitch them. It'll take a few days before I continue playing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 01, 2023, 02:21:19 am
Damn we lost someone, hopefully Toady will fix that thing with the archers running into the battle when they run out of ammo.

At least you were able to save the other two.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 01, 2023, 02:34:09 am
Yeah, we might've had more trouble/deaths if all the goblins would've joined the fight. There was a whole squad of them just waiting on the hill, and a second one took their time to join the fray, so for half the fight it was "only" 20 goblins. There was quite a number of characters we've been following (the ex-mayor Likot, "Baron" Oddom, several monks) involved in the combat. Would've been a pity to lose them too.

("Fortunately" Cusal was already very old, so he would've probably died within a couple of years anyway.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 01, 2023, 02:43:47 am
Sounds like we were luckier than it first appeared then, hopefully the next siege won't be as bad.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 01, 2023, 11:40:30 am
just read through the siege... damn. poor Cusal. But the rest did brilliantly considering their relative size to the goblins (are they about the same, capybara peoples? maybe a little smaller?). How are the wounded now?

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“Why, the whole notion is absurd!” Ïteb Workgray said to the gremlin sage, with a slight hint of agitation in her voice. Winter had just arrived, but Ïteb was oblivious to it for she had been discussing the concept of 'nothingness' with Nawo Lakehoof. It was something she had difficulties in accepting. She continued, “Even nothing must consist of something. It is impossible for what you speak of to exist.”

“Now listen, young lady,” the gremlin said with a patronizing tone, holding his arms behind his back, “It may seem that there is a logical problem in the whole idea, but if we separate things into matter and into space, we can begin to solve it. See, this space, this 'nothing' is not actually nothing, but, let us say, more of like a... receptable -- like that chest over there.” He pointed at the highwood chest normally containing writing materials, but now empty. “And in that receptable we can place objects -- matter -- such as parchments and quires. And as it is now empty, there is 'nothing' in it -- that is, it is filled with space, filled with nothing.”

“I would argue against that, good man,” Ïteb replied, tapping her paw impatiently on the floor, arms crossed in front of her chest, “But my throat is parched after all this nonsense. I must go quench my thirst, so please forgive me, I must go now.” She then turned around and left the lecture hall through the backdoor.

“Well, we'll continue this later then...” the gremlin said, scoffing in his mind at the simplicity of the capybara scholar's lack of intellect and logic.

I thought this was a coyly written interaction , well done haha . One must imagine these conversations happened throughout ancient history between those ignorant of the modern concept of '0', with most resulting in platitudinous dismissals or endless arguing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 02, 2023, 01:07:08 am
Haha, Wikipedia came (once again) to the rescue with the interaction about nothingness. Just googled the history of the topic and built a discussion based on it. I could've easily missed the whole scene, but luckily stumbled on it when looking around the map & unit list, and managed to get a nice gif with Ïteb leaving out the backdoor in the end. She was anxious about the discussion while the gremlin was satisfied.

Capybara people are size 57500, so just slightly smaller than goblins (and fortunately can use dwarf/goblin/elf equipment). I'm surprised that Etur was our only wounded and he was up and running just after a couple stitches. Those unarmored monks were actually a really good support squad, and also having most citizens train once or twice a year unarmed combat seemed to have made everyone legendary dodgers by now. Pretty sure that helped avoid much of the attacks. Even Cusal held up quite long considering that he had only a bow, no armor and was swarmed by 10-15 goblins.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 02, 2023, 12:37:43 pm
Here's the save with Waterlures retired for those who want to check Legends (also, serves as a backup of the world just in case):

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16736

I'm planning to do a couple of new adventure camp settlements and/or expand existing ones, so it might take several days before I get to actual gameplay. Suggestions are welcome and if anyone has character ideas in addition to King Zultan's fox man they're more than welcome.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 05, 2023, 05:15:20 am
Sounds like some exciting things are in the works.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 07, 2023, 02:54:48 pm
Just a small update.

I've now made three (minor) camps. Don't know if they'll come to play at some point or not. Today I tried to expand Lonecanyons, but seems like I'll have to ditch it, since I think I encountered the beginnings of the animal population explosion bug. Sigh.

But good thing is that it looks like before today's work the site was ok (edit. thankfully I've been making lots of backups). I'm also starting to think that the biggest issue might be subterranean animal people and not other animals. Some testing with exterminate showed that they're the ones doubling even after it, but wild animals seemed to be kept in check. If this is the case, I'll in future games disable the subterranean animal ppl civs and make them just a kobold-like cave civ. Or just regular animal people without civs. (But yeah, this is mostly just a hunch and most likely I'm wrong.)

Also did a test to make a proper fortress on top of Hellsieges and in fort mode I could exterminate the insane amount of tigerfish, hippos and whatever to end the lag. Didn't try to retire it and visit in adventure mode and see will the issue re-emerge. But having a fort on top of a named camp/another site has it's own weirdness, so it's not much of a solution.

I might take some time off Waterlures, since having to scrap a whole days work sort of killed the mood, but we'll see how I feel tomorrow.

Oh, I also tried out "road building" by making unnamed adv camps next to each other. Works otherwise fine, but the fast travel map will naturally have a weird line of camps blocking what terrain lies there. So, might be something to try out with two sites that are almost next to each other rather than make a long "road" (where you couldn't fast travel anyways).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 08, 2023, 03:01:08 am
That sucks that you lost all that work in Lonecanyons, would preemptively killing all the subterranean animal people help prevent this?

Also the road things sounds pretty cool.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 08, 2023, 03:54:44 am
That sucks that you lost all that work in Lonecanyons, would preemptively killing all the subterranean animal people help prevent this?

It's not such bad that I lost that stuff. It really wasn't anything necessary to do. And I can redo it (took screenshots of the floor plans) fairly easily if I want. It's more that the animal population bug is a really frustrating one (along with the unretire volcano eruption bug), as it makes persistent worlds a bit of a hassle if you want to have many player created sites and visit them more than once. I really hope Toady addresses these bugs for the Steam adventurer release, as they can make parts of the world pretty much unplayable and new players will be frustrated when they run into them.

I've tried exterminating the sub animal ppl when they first spawn, but that doesn't help. Don't know how I could exterminate them before they spawn on the map.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 08, 2023, 04:08:37 am
Hopefully if you decide to redo it the bug won't happen. Also sucks that you can't do a preemptive strike against the cause of the bug.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 08, 2023, 06:53:38 am
Hopefully if you decide to redo it the bug won't happen.

I think if I just use gui/advfort instead of vanilla DF camp building and avoid off-loading the site (and take constantly backups) the bug should be avoidable.

(And probably in the future when visiting adventurer camps I'll make a backup of the save before entering. Just in case.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 08, 2023, 09:34:40 am
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Capybara people are size 57500, so just slightly smaller than goblins (and fortunately can use dwarf/goblin/elf equipment). I'm surprised that Etur was our only wounded and he was up and running just after a couple stitches. Those unarmored monks were actually a really good support squad, and also having most citizens train once or twice a year unarmed combat seemed to have made everyone legendary dodgers by now.

hmm, interesting. apparently wrestling will always have a place in DF combat. The shenanigans are too great.

sorry about losing progress... its funny you reference "animal populations explosion bug" when, in premium, a newly implemented bug has a very similar feeling (when invading underground civs break their pathfinding and end up stuck halfway up a cavern wall, it can destroy your game with lag).

secondly, the title "animal populations explosion" has me thinking of a certain level from Myth II, where (on one particular level) the deer were possessed by magical forces, and charged the players party, exploding with great purple geysers of flame and deer-bits when they drew close enough. but that's neither here nor there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 08, 2023, 10:07:25 am
its funny you reference "animal populations explosion bug" when, in premium, a newly implemented bug has a very similar feeling (when invading underground civs break their pathfinding and end up stuck halfway up a cavern wall, it can destroy your game with lag).

After reading about the Premium underground civ bug(s?), I've been wondering if that is somehow related to the adv camp animal pop explosion/duplicating bug? There seems to be something weird with the subterranean animal person civs. (Or maybe I'm just making connections where there is none?)

secondly, the title "animal populations explosion" has me thinking of a certain level from Myth II, where (on one particular level) the deer were possessed by magical forces, and charged the players party, exploding with great purple geysers of flame and deer-bits when they drew close enough. but that's neither here nor there.

Haha, that could sort of be moddable into DF. Though I guess it'd get annoying quite soon when wildlife comes charging and you "get caught in a burst of purple flame".
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 09, 2023, 01:56:12 am
Hopefully the bug will be fixed by the time Toady adds adventure mode back into the new versions.

secondly, the title "animal populations explosion" has me thinking of a certain level from Myth II, where (on one particular level) the deer were possessed by magical forces, and charged the players party, exploding with great purple geysers of flame and deer-bits when they drew close enough. but that's neither here nor there.

Haha, that could sort of be moddable into DF. Though I guess it'd get annoying quite soon when wildlife comes charging and you "get caught in a burst of purple flame".
That'd be a pretty cool mod to mess with in adventure mode.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 10, 2023, 03:47:16 am
Alright, so I think I've now done enough behind the scenes work on adventurer camps and none of them seems to be bugged (except Hellsieges). I decided to skip the Lonecanyons expanding for now, since it really isn't necessary (well, neither were three of the four camps I made, but...). Maybe I'll redo it later, but now it's time for some actual playing and writing.

I just made some new characters to accompany Zultan's fox man (I very creatively named him Tanzul), so if all goes well without issues, I'll hopefully have a proper update within a couple of days.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 10, 2023, 04:06:24 am
since it really isn't necessary (well, neither were three of the four camps I made, but...).
If you enjoy building those camps I see nothing wrong with making more of them.

Zultan's fox man (I very creatively named him Tanzul),
I like it, may he live a long life like my last guy.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 12, 2023, 11:33:08 pm
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Oh, I also tried out "road building" by making unnamed adv camps next to each other. Works otherwise fine, but the fast travel map will naturally have a weird line of camps blocking what terrain lies there. So, might be something to try out with two sites that are almost next to each other rather than make a long "road" (where you couldn't fast travel anyways).

re-reading this, how ironic that such a project ends up producing the effect of an annoying wall more than anything. do these camps also force you to zoom in like other hostile locations?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 13, 2023, 02:30:43 am
Yeah, they zoom.

You're only forced to drop out of fast travel to enter the site, but then you can fast travel through the site... Until you reach the border where the next site is and you have to drop fast travel, enter the site, etc. So, not really a practical road building method.

I guess it might work better in building an actual wall, like a Great Wall megaproject or something. Wouldn't need named sites all the way with this method. I wonder how that'd actually affect the movements of questers on the map? Would they have to go through the gate or just walk through the wall in the fast travel map (I assume that when out of fast travel walls block their path)?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 13, 2023, 03:13:43 am
A Great Wall megaproject sounds pretty cool but I'm not sure that's something you'd want to test with the world of Waterlures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 13, 2023, 03:53:09 am
A Great Wall megaproject sounds pretty cool but I'm not sure that's something you'd want to test with the world of Waterlures.

We'll build a grand wall around the whole lake to prevent goblins coming and we'll make the goblins pay for it!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 13, 2023, 12:13:24 pm
hmmm. I have such little knowledge about these interactions on the world map between questers and locations. very tough to science without a great deal of setup, unlike the classic weapons testing or whatnot (which can be done fairly easily with arena).

perhaps this would lead to an interesting and somewhat realistic situation where parts of this 'Great Wall' are captured by the enemy and so the whole thing becomes a patchwork of ownership.


Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 13, 2023, 01:27:12 pm
Probably questers and armies on the map can just go through, but I'm quite sure that if you're zoomed in to adventurer level and follow a quester, they'll have to find a gate or something to get through. Or maybe they'll just stop at the wall. Or maybe the game will crash.

Testing would require quite some setting up, but maybe I'll try at some point if the question begins to bother me (but not with Waterlures).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 14, 2023, 02:52:43 am
The wall will be an interesting project to see when someone decides to try it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 14, 2023, 10:18:00 am
Part V:
So You Want To Be A Hero?

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1st of Granite, 383
Waterlures

As so many times before, when spring arrived, so too did the Prince. Her cold, ruthless spirit came seeking for those whose time was due and by the pact made with Ôsed she could claim their bodies, wrenching life from them. But their souls were not her's to touch, no -- they were to be united with the Rabbit in Her heavenly domain among the stars.

And so it came to pass that the capybara man pilgrim Meng Fancypaddle's time had come. He fell lifeless to the ground at the way shrine of Ôsed in the midst of his last prayers as the last snows of the winter fell from the sky. It was a fate he knew coming, and he accepted it, his soul full of wonder as he knew he would soon be shining in the night brightly with all who had left the mortal world before him.

It was Id Pucefloor, the naked mole dog man, who found Meng's body. He was coming to the shrine to ask Ôsed's blessings for the coming year, but instead he found one of the capybaras he had come to know dead. It saddened him, but deep inside he knew that Meng had spoken with the Rabbit before the Prince came.

Meng was surely at peace now.



Let us leave Waterlures for now, and head far, far to the north, into the lands of hot savannas and steaming jungles where town after town has been ravaged by the undead and war...



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22nd of Slate, 383
Brimstaff

“Caught you!”, the fox man yelled out as he raised a turtle from the stream. It tried in vain to wriggle out of the grasp and bite the fox man who held it from the shell, putting it in a basket with two other turtles.

It was a rainy day at the coast, the sky dark with grey clouds and the last bit of light soon to fade as the sun set. The fox man Tanzul Whispermaw was a bit late finishing fishing for the day -- earlier he had no luck and there had been other matters to attend to. It had been quite the busy day, but Tanzul didn't mind, for hard work was what kept food on the table and roofs above heads.

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“What do you think, Beso,” he turned his gaze to the magpie perched on his right shoulder, “Is this enough for the day?” The magpie looked at Tanzul curiously and gave a harsh chattering sound. “Yes, I thought so too,” the fox man smiled and picked the turtle basket, heading downstream towards the fishery.



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Brimstaff was a small settlement, more like a permanent camp than a hamlet, on the coast of the Gulf of Liberation. It was considered part of the human kingdom of the Relieved Realms, and like most of the villages and towns here, it was untouched by the many wars of the North and unspoiled by the dark evils of the necromancer menace.

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Only at the southernmost point of the land, the town of Squeezedactions had suffered greatly. It was a well known story in the land, how a long time ago the great bronze colossus Emepe Scorchedgrand the Superior descended upon the town, routing the defenders and sending citizens fleeing as it lay waste to the buildings. Since then rulership had changed hands many a time, but the Relieved Realms had never reclaimed it. For the place was shunned and thought to be cursed.

But the bronze colossus was not something Tanzul was concerned of. No, it was the stories of the vile sorcerers, the followers of that cursed dwarf Kadol Dimpledbronze, that bothered him. Perhaps the Relieved Realms was mostly safe. Perhaps there was peace. But how long could such peace last if the necromancers were allowed free reign?

What this kingdom needed was heroes. Heroes who would go forth to do good and fight evil, wherever it was found.

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Tanzul walked into a house built on the sandbanks at the river mouth. It was where the fishery was and one could smell that easily even before entering. He stepped to the table and began rummaging for a knife. It was only then when he noticed he was not alone in the room.

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“Oh, hello Dimbulb,” Tanzul said quite startled as he noticed the large, muscular hippo man leaning against the wall, playing with his bronze two-handed sword like it was a spinning top. He was a curious sight with his woolen turban and short ostrich plume skirt and nothing else on except his sandals. “I didn't notice you were there.”

“Hey, that's me!”, the hippo man said, “I'm right here, I am. Good thing you said that. Might have been lost if not.”

“A-ha... Yes,” Tanzul raised his brow as he began cleaning the turtles. “What say you that after I'm done with this we head up for a cup and meet the others? To discuss our plan.”

“I say that's a good idea!” Dimbulb replied, almost fumbling with his sword and sticking it in his foot.



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After Tanzul had cleaned the turtles, he went off with Dimbulb to the longhouse standing on stilts next to the fishery. The scent of salty sea water was strong as the waves came roaring and crashing onto the beach.

In the longhouse, at its south end, were tables and at them sat several animal people. The locals called this part of the building 'The Beautiful Sponge' and it was where they frequently spent the evenings downing a mug or too many of rice beer after a hard day of fishing.

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“Disgusting, that rain, I say,” the ostrich man wearing a llama wool cap and a thick coat and dress of shark leather grumbled, already well into his mug. “Every damn time it's my turn to look for oysters it rains. Every, single, damn time. It makes me so grouchy!”

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“Oh, isn't he a grumpy one, isn't he, Imo?”, the hamster woman sitting on the other side chuckled as she scratched the sparrow on her shoulder. She then turned to the ostrich man. “Look Galel, it's not half as bad as it looks. We've got a roof over our head, mugs in front of us, the day is almost over an--Oh hi, Dimbulb and Tanzul! We were waiting for you here.” She shifted her attention as the hippo man sat down next to her and the fox man walked to the end of the tables.

“Evening Coni. Evening Galel,” Tanzul said to his friends. “Looks like we're all here now. Everyone still up with finalizing the plan?”

“Yes,” Coni the hamster woman said, and the others nodded and murmured in agreement.

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The four companions, while they loved their home (well, perhaps the ostrich man wasn't so fond of it), had for some time planned to leave and head out to the larger world. To seek adventures. To seek fortune and glory.

Where they should head first caused some headache and it seemed like they couldn't come to an agreement, but finally it was decided that they certainly should avoid the cursed town of Squeezedactions to the south and the parts of the Dipped Hill bordering the elf lands of Múya Loré. None of them were experienced adventurers and the thought of facing the undead hordes and abominations of Kadol's followers was too harrowing for them. And it would be the end of them.

So they chose to start simple: they would head east along the coast, visit the many monasteries, heading from hamlet to hamlet until they came to the river Glazedlittle and from there turn north. Following the river they would come to the peaks of the Mountain of Combat, which they would cross, and beyond the mountains were dwarven hillocks.

They were bound to find something in which to help the poor folk of the hamlets and hillocks, to bring good to the world and have wrong-doers face justice.

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But all those hamlets and hillocks lay in lands they were familiar with or knew of.

Their ultimate goal, once they were ready, was to head far to the east, across the Contained Field all the way to the mountains of the Axe of Radiances. There, there was were the Great Adventures were to be had. Far away from the peace of the Relieved Realms. Oh the stories they had heard of that place! The riches, the great heroes; the exotic customs and the strange gods...

By the time the plan was agreed on, everyone was excited (and more or less drunk) and they decided to leave on this very evening. Right now.

It was time to say goodbyes.



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Tanzul was quite surprised that lady Añu Bronzegorge, the leader of Brimstaff, was expecting him at her room, and that she was not alone: Awiri Windybrown the silver-haired elf, Gili Meetmatched the gnu man and ÿonali Griffondrink the gnu woman were there, too.

“We will not try to talk you out of this,” the lady spoke, “For what you seek to do is noble and admirable. Perhaps it is the will of Sas, perhaps it is Icemì that guides you. I know not, but what I know is that this world needs to be mended. All the armies on the march, the foul beasts, criminals, bandits, bone-chilling horrors... You have my blessing, if that is what you seek.”

“No lady Añu, it is not what I seek,” Tanzul said, bowing his head slightly, “Blessing or not, we would head on our quest, but do not get me wrong: your blessing is welcome and it gladdens my heart. It is good to know you support us, as you have always done, my lady... But you said something about bandits, did you not?”

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“Yes, there is this group of bandits -- a old group -- called the Grand Spikes. For a century and half they have been causing much hardship to many a settlement along the coast. It is no secret that they have made camp in the Dipped Hills, in a place called Linewiped.”

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“Where is this Linewiped you speak of?” Tanzul asked the lady.

“Not far from here. It is merely a half day's travel to the north. Here, let me show you on the map,” Añu explained as she pointed the location on the map. It was close and was along the way Tanzul and the rest had planned to go. Perhaps it was something they would check, though it seemed to be quite a bit away from their planned route.

Tanzul and the lady then talked a bit about the fox man's plans, Dimbulb all the time leaning against the wall, scratching his hippo nose and blowing at insects that came too close to him. Then farewells were exhanged between all in the room, and as Tanzul and Dimbulb were about to leave, the gnu man Gili stepped forward.

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“We have something for you. For your journey,” he said as he presented something bundled into shark skin. As Tanzul took it in his paws and began to open it, the gnu man reached behind the cabinet and took out a fine-looking spear. “A helm of bronze to protect your head, an oaken breastplate from Múya Loré, iron mail chausses and this, a steel spear we managed to acquire from a dwarf smith.”

Tanzul looked surprised. He wasn't expecting such a fine gesture from the folk they were about to leave behind. “W-w-why, thank you,” he stammered, “I am at a loss of words for such a fine gift...”

“Words are not needed, fox man,” Awiri the elf spoke, “This is but a way for us to wish you safety on your adventures. May Icemì guide and protect you.” He then turned to the hippo man, looking him from head to toe, “I am sorry Dimbulb that there is nothing for you. It is difficuly to get anything your size, but I am certain you can manage with what you were born with.”

“Don't worry. I got a thick skull and thick skin,” Dimbulb said, pinching his skin hard and yelped, “OW! That hurt... But I got strong fingers too!”

There was some laughing in the room, then hugging, and a few tears were shed before Tanzul and Dimbulb left the room, heading to meet up with Galel and Coni who had said their farewells earlier.



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So the odd group of would-be adventurers set forth, night almost upon them. The rain was now a heavy downpour and made the grass all slick and muddy as they walked through it. They headed north along the coast, though they could not see the sea through the rain and the heavy fog that blanketed the entirety of the shore. Even the crashing of the waves was muffled by the rain.

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After a few hours of travel the sky had cleared and the stars were out, shining brightly. The coast was still shrouded in fog, but nevertheless, the companions decided to make camp next to the sand under a wide-canopied acacia.

They huddled around the fire, eating some crab meat they had hunted and talking excitedly about their plans and coming adventures. Eventually weariness took over and they went to sleep one after the other.



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23rd of Slate, 383

The next day began with a clear sky, the rays of the rising sun shining upon the dew and puddles left behind by the rain. The waves of the ocean made a soothing rhythmic sound as they splashed on the shore, and the squawkings of seagulls filled the air. It was a good day to travel.

As the companions rose from the sandy shore to the savannas, they noticed that there were some buildings in the north. In the dark they had missed them, but this was certainly one of the monasteries along their way, and they decided to visit it.

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Touchsoaps, the monastery, was mostly empty and the travelers learned little of any dangers needing to be dealt with there. They met a human who mostly complained having to sleep without a proper bed and a kobold who muttered unintelligible words, but was apparently a prophet of some sorts.

Tanzul and the others continued their journey without lingering long at the monastery.

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After a short walk to the southeast they came to the hamlet of Tressedstatic. It was an eerily quiet place with most of the houses abandoned and in disrepair, but it was not entirely uninhabited. They met a human named Siga at the local well who told that the locals headed to a the dwarven fortress of Fencereined to trade. It was as much as Tanzul expected, for he had heard of the place and most of the villages here went to trade there as far as he knew. But other than that, there was not much to learn from him.

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Siga directed the travelers to the manor of the local ruler, lady Suku Potdented. But there was no good deeds to be done here either. The largest problem seemed to be a dispute between the ruling body of Tressedstatic, the Councils of Destiny, and the Unbridled Society of Lancecandles, the neighboring village.

Human politics and the squabbles of nobility was something the companions did not want to get involved in. What they were searching for was evil to defeat, not some petty lords and ladies bickering over land or what-not.



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Just east of the hamlet was Breachedwondered, a monastery of the Doctines of Cleaning -- worshippers of Zoku the Permanency of Quests. There the travelers entered what looked like a dormitory, which was in dreadful shape: corners were full of cobwebs, the floor covered in dust and litter, bed clothes strewn about, and it reeked horribly of old alcohol. A group of humans was gathered there and a couple were dozing off their drunkenness.

“Greetings,” Tanzul began, “I am Tanzul Whispermaw and we are... travelers on the way to the east.” Tanzul hesitated as he eyed the suspicious looking lot. He thought it wise not to reveal their true purpose, for these folk certainly looked like scoundrels or possibly bandits.

“Hello there, fox man,” a lanky woman with a clean-shaven head replied with a clear voice, “I am Manba Alespulls. What brings you to Breachwondered, the home of the Blowing Butters?”

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“She's the --hic-- chieftess,” another bald woman, visibly drunk and very muscular, said from the floor where she sat. “She's my half-sister... --hic-- And all this lot, they're a bunch of nasty outlaws they are, haha.”

“Shut up Almo,” the chieftess Manba snapped. Tanzul noticed she had a cruel-looking long knife tucked into her belt and her hand moved slowly towards it. With a quick sideway glance he noticed the other humans to be armed too: one had a pike and another had a scimitar (though, its wielder was asleep or passed out for the moment).

“Outlaws, bandits, hmh. That's what the nobility likes to call us,” Manba addressed Tanzul. “They steal from the peasants, make them work the fields for a pittance. They have them flogged or put to the stocks for being unable to pay full taxes... And they call us thieves! Thieves!” She began fuming and grasped the handle of her knife. “Why, they are the true bandits! We merely take back from them what never was theirs to have!”

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“Bah, such excuses!” Galel the ostrich man scoffed at the woman. “You're no better now, are you? 'Taking back from the nobles', pshht! You don't steal from no nobles, you don't. You go bully and harrass the peasants who are already downtrodden -- I can so much from what you carry. There's nothing on you that would come from a noble!”

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The room erupted into action at that. Everyone went for their weapons, yelling and shouting angrily. Tanzul spun around, noticing a pikeman at the door and tried to stab him, but he parried it easily with the shaft of his weapon.

Coni went on a flurry of stabs and slashes with her dagger, quickly dispatching one of the humans to the ground as Galel lashed around frantically with his whip. Tanzul poked and stabbed, but his spear didn't find its mark.

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With a mighty bellow Dimbulb brought down his two-handed sword, severing the hand of the scimitar-wielding drunkard. Blood flowed in the room and a cacophony of screams of terror, fury and pain filled the room as the would-be heroes fought the bandits, believing they were doing a service for the world.

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“Run my comrades, run!” The chieftess yelled in panic. “We must withdraw from these madmen!”

Galel bit the human scimitarman -- who now had lost both his left hand and right arm -- in the ear, tearing it off with his beak. The mutilated human screamed on the floor as he lost limbs and other bodyparts one at a time.

“I say, Galel,” Coni shouted to the ostrich man as she pulled her embedded dagger away from the human, “Your bites are quite remarkable!”

“Why, thanks for your kind words!” The ostrich man laughed as he whipped and lashed madly around him, “But I'm not sure if this is the right moment for compliments!”

The mutilated human vomited.

And then Dimbulb's massive blade came down on his neck, putting the armless wretch out of his misery.

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Tanzul's spear finally hit its target, entering the neck of a retreating bandit from behind. The bandit dropped his pike.

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Tanzul noticed the chieftess go for the backdoor. He looked around the room and his companions seemed to have things in control: the remaining bandits were in a pitiful state and would soon be struck down. The fox man decided to give chase and not let the leader of the bandits escape.

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The chieftess didn't get far before Tanzul began to catch up. He noticed an opening and thrust his spear, hitting Manba in the left shin. It was enough to make her fall over.

Tanzul bore upon her as Coni and Galel rushed to the fray from behind.

“You killed Idri!” The chieftess screamed at Tanzul as she tried to crawl away in the grass, “You monst--”

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The chieftess fell silent. Tanzul's spear was lodged deep in her head.

The bandits had met their end and the companions had done their first good deed.

...At least, that is how they saw it.



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A view of Brimstaff



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Took quite some to get this done. Had some time off DF and then a sudden lack of motivation, but it was fun in the end when I just forced myself to continue.

No idea which direction this will go. Wasn't really intending to go all murderhobo on the bandits, but well, it sort of happened, soooo... We'll see what kind of "heroes" these become or will they just end up dead.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 15, 2023, 04:31:18 am
Some times going murder hobo is a fun thing to do, and there's nothing wrong with that. Hopefully they won't end up dead anytime soon.

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It is a beautiful thing.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 15, 2023, 10:12:39 am
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It is a beautiful thing.

Haha, I thought you'd appreciate it.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 16, 2023, 03:32:51 pm
I sense a good story will come from this setup...

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“A-ha... Yes,” Tanzul raised his brow as he began cleaning the turtles.

ah, yes, the time honored tradition of turtle-brushing.


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Galel bit the human scimitarman -- who now had lost both his left hand and right arm -- in the ear, tearing it off with his beak. The mutilated human screamed on the floor as he lost limbs and other bodyparts one at a time.

having seen chickens pick apart small insects in a similar fashion, this was totally gruesome. .

now now, just because the first lot were struck down doesn't mean a full descent into murderhoboism is imminent. those miscreants threw the first blows, in a metaphysical sense at least, and so received just desserts. 
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 19, 2023, 09:38:27 am
Part VI:
No Need For Heroes

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23rd of Slate, 383

The sun was high in the western sky with no clouds in sight as Tanzul the fox man, Dimbulb the hippo man, Galel the ostrich man and Coni the hamster woman crossed a bridge leading to the village of Lancecandles. It was only a short walk east from the monastery where the companions had slain a small band of bandits. They were all emotionally in a state of fear or uneasiness after the battle. They had begun the fight easily and with enthusiasm, but they were all shocked how easily killing was and how gruesome it could be. Yet all of them tried to hide these emotions, not sure how to express them to the others.

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Coni fed some seeds to her sparrow Imo as she walked alongside Dimbulb, looking at his odd choice of clothing. The hippo man looked absolutely ridiculous with his woolen turban, ostrich feather skirt and sandals, a large backpack and two-handed sword on his back. “I say, Dimbulb,” she began chuckling slightly, “Such a great taste you have. I must say that the sperm whale leather sandals truly make the outfit with those plumes that could be from Galel and that lump of a wrapping on your head!”

“Why yes...” the hippo man began his reply, but paused and stopped walking. He thought for a moment and another. Then he suddenly began to puff and puff, rage beginning to well up inside, until he blurted, “HEY, ARE YOU TRYING TO MOCK ME!?”

Coni ran behind Galel to hide, peeked from between his ostrich legs and tried to calm the fuming Dimbulb, “Oh no, I would never make fun of you, Dimbulb! I really, really meant what I was saying...”

“Forget Coni's words,” the ostrich man joined in. “Whether an insult or not, who cares? Hold your temper and reserve it for the next group of bandits we face.”

Dimbulb calmed down as quick as he had angered. He and Galel began a surprisingly complicated (for Dimbulb) discussion about skill as they continued to walk towards the hamlet. Coni stayed a bit back -- just in case.



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Lancecandles was in a sorrowful state: many of its buildings stood empty and there were quite a number of houses in ruins. But the gardens, though slightly overgrown, were a beauty to behold: muskmelon and squash vines climbed up the walls of houses, caper bushes bloomed, as did the chickpeas and red spinach. Food, at least, was plentiful even if there were few people around and they appeared otherwise poor.

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The manor, however, was well-appointed: pedestals carved out of various precious stones or forged out of expensive metals lined the walls and a golden hatch led to the basement. Anu Rainmachines, an elf, was the local lady. The companions talked with her for a while and she was happy to hear that the bandit chieftess Manba Alespulls had been slain. “An act of justice. Well done, protectors of the defenseless,” she said of it. But other than that there was no reward nor were there other troubles that needed to be dealt with... Well, except for the dispute with Tressedstatic, the neighboring hamlet, but that was something they were not willing to get caught in.

So, the companions continued their journey to right wrongs and defeat evil-doers, their confidence bolstered by the praise of the elf lady.



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24th of Slate, 383

East of Lancecandles was the hamlet of Snarlsoapy and the travelers stayed there over the night. A human hammerman named Rope Villagemurdered offered shelter for them. They accepted, though the hammerman's name caused Dimbulb to be somewhat uneasy. But it was a good night's sleep and nobody was murdered.

At dawn the party left Rope's home while he was sleeping, leaving a note of thanks -- even though it was doubtful he could read.

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There was not much in the manner of quests to be taken in Snarlsoapy. Certainly there was talk of the ancient colossus of bronze, Slatsu Clobberedbraved the Ace Maw, that resided somewhere in the Awe-Inspiring Forest, but the fledgling adventurers knew that it was something they couldn't handle even if they were warriors from legend. Other than that the learned of trouble brewing with the goblins of the Tight Torments -- cruel, viscious murderers bent on torture and mayhem.

So their journey continued along the river, turning north, through the village of Diesect, which was once again full of ramshackle abandoned houses; through Clodcanyon and Sensedorders, but there was not much work to be found to would-be heroes. Missing spears and hammers, dangerous titans and bronze colossi, rumors of foul things going on in places none knew where they were... It was frustrating to them all and it showed: Dimbulb lost his temper more frequently than usual and Galel argued with peasants just for the sake of arguing.

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The hamlet of Faintedvise was a curious place. It was north of Sensedorders along the river as it made a turn northeast. What made it curious was not that the buildings were intact nor the river curve, but that many of its denizens were dwarves. Perhaps they originated from the peaks of the Mountain of Combat looming in the north or from beyond?

But even in Faintedvise there was not much the adventurers could help with.



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As the sun began to draw towards the west, the companions stopped between two small ponds to eat and rest. It was hot and marching from hamlet to hamlet in the sun was beginning to tax the travelers, so they sat down under the shade of orange and lime trees, digging some crab meat from their packs.

As they ate, Tanzul played with his magpie, Beso, trying to focus on something else than the frustration caused by the lack of quests. He did not pay heed to Dimbulb who looked anxious and nervous, but the hamster woman Coni noticed that something disturbed the hippo man.

“Say, Dimbulb,” she began, “I really do think that your outfit is great. Especially your turban, it really stands out in a good way... But what's on your mind? You look a bit troubled?”

“Well... I don't know,” Dimbulb answered, turning his gaze to the ground as he held his hands in front of him and nervously drew in the dirt with his foot. “It's those bandits, I guess. I feel bad about all the blood and screaming... So easily broken...” He then turned to look at the hamster woman, his hippo face all sad, “Did we do right, Coni?”

“Yes, it was quite gruesome,” Coni said as she raised her finger on which her sparrow was perched, “It certainly made me uneasy and... horrified. Yes, even horrified. All that death and blood.”

She paused for a moment as she flicked her finger to give Imo a flying start. She then turned back to the hippo man, continuing, “But I think we did right. The lords and ladies of the villages were mighty happy to see the bandits gone. And did you see how poor the peasants were? Leaking roofs, houses with collapsed roofs... Perhaps what we did will improve their situation now?”

Dimbulb was silent, thinking.

“Look Dimbulb,” the ostrich man Galel joined in. “If we're to be some kind of heroes or what-not, I can assure you that there will be more blood. Much more blood. And screaming. Limbs and heads flying. Bandits vomiting. You --we-- best get used to it.”

“Really?” Dimbulb asked, looking quite distraught. “I-I guess you're right then. You're always right, Galel. I best get used to it...”

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“Oh praised be Jalew Goldenmatched!” Coni puffed and flung her arms in the air, a sarcastic tone in her voice, “It's great we have the likes of you around, Galel.”



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The hamlet of Padbolted looked deserted. There were no signs of life and all the houses looked like they had been empty for ages, their roofs rotted and some with half-collapsed walls. The companions remembered some old tales of how in the distant past this place had fallen into ruin after war with elves and then with the necromancers. They didn't expect to find anyone at the manor, so they were quite surprised when they entered and saw a human at the back wing.

Tanzul approached the man who was thin, but had incredible muscles. A short beard grew on his prominent chin and his hair was shaven. Looking around, Tanzul saw sacks and chests strewn about, so full that they almost spilled their contents -- armor, weapons, beautiful crafts and such.

“Hello, human,” Tanzul raised his hand and greeted the man, “I am Tanzul Whispermaw. We are but travelers on the way to the east and north. We thought this place was abandoned from the looks of it, but I guess we were wrong.”

“Ah, greetings, fox man,” the human replied a hint of surprise and anxiety in his voice. “You may call me Ica, Ica Tubsyawned, and... Ehem, this is Padbolted, and, and I, ah, am the lord. Yes, the lord of this humble village...”

“It is strange to see a lord in an empty village,” Galel joined the discussion. “No soul in sight, the houses empty, and yet here you are, all alone in a keep that has seen better days.”

“Why yes, uhm, it is hard to get servants these days, yes,” the human said, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. “Awfully difficult. Terribly. And with all the lordly matters to attend to I haven't had the time to, ah, clean the place... But who might you be, ostrich man?”

Coni and Dimbulb stepped to the sides of Galel as he began his reply, “Who I am? Why, I am Galel, and I am not surprised you would not find any servants in an empty village. Not that I believe you for an instant, liar.”

“Who are you, really?” Tanzul said sternly to the man, furrowing his brow as he stepped closer to the human. “You're no lord, that much we can tell. And those things in the bags... They certainly don't look like something a person like you would own by lawful means.”

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“Keep your distance, fox man!” The human glanced around him nervously, noticing his back was against a wall and the party of animal people blocked his exit. “My men will soon be here and deal with you troublemakers!”

“I think not,” Tanzul said angrily, his paw going slowly for the spear strapped to his back. “You are not the first bandit we deal with. It was I who put down the chieftess Manba Alespulls, whose cries and pleading I didn't give a damn about.”

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“Hand over your knife and come with us willingly,” the fox man ordered as he unstrapped his spear, “We will bring you to face justice. Come peacefully and you may keep your life.”

“Hah! Justice? Justice! To be hanged from a tree along the road? I think not, fox man,” the human laughed, his voice beginning to quiver with fear, “You will not have my knife without a fight, fools! I will take my chances with you lot!”

“Very well,” Tanzul said and turned to look at his companions, “Dimbulb. Coni. Galel. Do what you do.”



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“There, at least we gave a proper burial this time,” Tanzul said as he looked at the shoddily built date palm coffin at the end of the earthen burrow they had dug. “Perhaps this makes you feel better, Dimbulb? And the rest of us, too?”

Dimbulb, still feeling uneasy, closed the lid of the casket. “I guess it's better this time. He didn't have time to scream.”

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“Pfft, the idiot barely got his knife out,” Galel eyed the casket with a mocking look on his face, “Tanzul's spear to the chest and Coni's dagger to his poor, stupid head was all it took. Such a pitiful case. I see not why we wasted the time to bury him. He hardly deserved it.”

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Despite Galel's words, they were all unsure if all this killing was something they were up to, but all kept their feelings to themselves. For once they were silent as they left the burrow, which they had dug just on the northern outskirts of the abandoned hamlet.

So the journey of the adventurers continued once more.



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As the party reached the outskirts of the monastery Modestbastion, the sun began to set and the heat was pushed away by a cool breeze from the west. The companions hoped that they could stay for the night at the monastery, but if that wouldn't be the case, it mattered not: the sky was clear and sleeping outdoors would be pleasant enough.

The monastery turned out to be abandoned, but two humans had taken shelter there. They agreed on letting the companions stay at the dormitory for the night. Tanzul told tales of their heroic exploits and how they had put an end to bandits. His storytelling skills were not good and he often stumbled in details. They then picked beds to sleep in and lay their heads to rest.



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25th of Slate, 383

At the first light of dawn the party continued their journey, following the river upstream to the north. The mountains were larger in the horizon now, and as they scrambled up a hill they saw a castle with glimmering walls in the distance.

But the castle, too, proved to be a waste of time. While its walls were intact and it was in a decent state, it was not occupied by lords or ladies with need for heroes. It was an abandoned, unorganized place where a group of peasants had made their home. The companions were certain that they were not bandits, but merely farmfolk from the surrounding lands seeking the protection of the castle's sturdy walls -- it was, after all, at the borders of the heart of the Relieved Realms and the threat of the necromancers was said to reach here.



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The castle was the last settlement along the river before the Mountain of Combat, which loomed ever the larger in the north. The companions plan was to cross the peaks to the other side and visit the dwarf hillocks that lay there. Their hope was that perhaps there they would finally find a meaningful quest.



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“It's like fishing, I think,” Tanzul said to Coni who seemed a bit disheartened. They had stopped at the foothills of the mountains and Tanzul had just caught two turtles from a pond. “Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes not. But what matters is that you are persistent and continue your work. With hard work, you're bound to catch something eventually.”

“Well, I don't know,” Coni replied, “It seems like an awful stretch comparing fishing to searching good deeds to be done... But I don't really want to argue about it.”

“But it is very much the same,” the fox man continued despite Coni's protests. He was a bit annoyed that the hamster woman didn't agree with his view on adventuring. “Like fishing in new waters we have had little luck in finding quests, but also like in fishing we have been struck by luck several times because we have continued and continued, working hard to find one. How so is that not the same?”

“I guess I'm not sure...” Coni mumbled and turned away, feeling glum about the whole discussion.



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The voyage over the mountains was a rather uneventful one. They followed a narrow valley carved by a brook winding through the lower peaks. The sun didn't blaze as hot in the highlands, but the weather was still warm, occasionally cooled by a breeze from the west.

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When they were almost across the mountains that were more like foothills, they noticed a dirt road in the north. Looking at their map they thought it led to the first of the hillocks that they planned to visit.



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At first the companions thought the hillocks were abandoned: there were no signs of life and the gardens were untended. Nevertheless, they went from hillock to hillock until they came to what presumably was the local drinking hole from the looks of it.

But instead of dwarves, they found a goblin with a spear inside.

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“Huh? What? Who the hell are you folk?” the startled goblin asked, eyeing the unexpected visitors with suspicion.

“Greetings,” Tanzul began his introduction and raised his hand, “I am Tanzul Whispermaw and we are travelers from beyond the mountains. There is no need to be alarmed.”

“Uh, I'm Liriva, Liriva Skeweredtower,” the goblin replied, keeping close eye on the companions' movements. “Tanzul, eh? Quite the odd name... What brings you to Quakegilt? There's nothing of interest here.”

“Well, I'd prefer to be the judge of that,” the fox man said as he tried to get a feel of what kind of person this goblin might be. “If I may, I'd like to ask are you the only one living here? Everything seemed awfully empty...”

So the companions discussed with the goblin and came to think he was honest. He was a soldier and worked under a goblin leader, yes, but he did not seem to have any ill intent. The goblin told that the hillocks indeed were mostly abandoned and there was nothing organized, this was just a stop for him on his travels. But he also told that a goblin warlord called Utes Jackalward resided somewhere here and he acted as if he owned the place. Not that Liriva seemed to mind it, but the warlord certainly seemed like one with foul intentions. Of the warlord's forces, Liriva did not know.

The adventurers decided to investigate and confront the warlord.



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It did not take the companions long to find who they searched for. In the largest mound, which was clearly where the seat of power used to be, they saw a goblin woman clad in leathers and furs, holding a mace to her side.

As Tanzul and the companions approached the goblin to greet her, she grabbed her copper mace firmly and yelled, “Who are you who dare interrupt me? Identify yourselves!”

And with that a fight broke out.

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Tanzul bashed at the goblin warlord with his spear shaft, but she struck it aside with her mace at the same time as she dodged a lash of Galel's whip. But the ostrich man was quick to whip out again, striking the goblin in the thigh, the whip twisting around it and with a yank he pulled the goblin to the ground.

Fear began to take hold of the warlord for she was outnumbered and her opponents seemed more skilled than she had thought. She had made a terrible mistake.

The companions swarmed the goblin, Dimbulb's two-handed blade slashing here and there, severing foot and hand as Galel continued his onslaught with the whip.

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In desperation and panic the now mutilated warlord tried to scramble towards the door, but it only gave Tanzul an opening and he thrust his spear into her back. The goblin shrieked and her breathing became heavy and wheezy.

Dimbulb's blade came down again and again, Galel's whip lashed out and Coni stabbed and stabbed.

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Tanzul thrust his spear again at the goblin, hitting her in her stomach, the spear digging deep into her. Bloodied, almost limbless and already at death's door, it was finally enough to snuff the life out of her.

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As the companions stood around the lifeless goblin, Galel rolled up his whip and slung it back to his belt. “Well, she got what was coming,” the ostrich man said. “One could say it was inevitable.”



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So the journey continued and the party headed to the northwest where another hillocks lay. The day was still young and they were quite confident that they would reach the end of the first leg of their journey before nightfall. They had done much good in these lands (they insisted on it to each other) and it surely had helped the poor innocent folk of the Relieved Realms, making their lives of endless toil more bearable (in their minds).

Soon they could continue their journey to the East, where the Real Adventures were to be had.



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“Dwarves? Dwarves? Where did you get that silly idea in your head?”, the hook-nosed elf looked at Tanzul, his brow raised in disbelief.

The companions had been quite surprised when they entered the civic mound of the hillocks of Healgear. Instead of the short, stout mountain folk they had expected to find, the grand mound was inhabited by elves and humans -- there was not a single dwarf in sight.

“There has been no dwarves here for centuries, fox man,” the elf continued, “My name is Famime Growledline, and what may I call you?”

“I am Tanzul Whispermaw,” Tanzul replied.

“Ah yes, well, Healgear has been ruled by the Petal of Geniuses ever since the ancient war between us and the treacherous dwarves. Those monsters, how they dared treat the plants and animals in such a cruel manner!” Famime kept going, “But if you want to learn more of our history talk to the scholar Masami Talonfame or to Cacame Nameleaf, who is administrator. I am but a merchant, though I can tell you that if it is dwarves you seek, you best head far to the east or southeast.”

The elf then went on recounting a bit of his travels with a group of other elves from Múya Loré to do trade with the dwarves of the east, the Bent Spear, and then further south with the Fence of Amusement. Last time he had been there was to a place called Waterlures, which curiously enough was a town mostly inhabited by capybara folk and other animal people -- something quite unheard of.

The companions talked with the other elves, too, telling tales of their adventures and asking more of the history of this place. The elf scholar Masami told tales of the war that ended up destroying the kingdom of the dwarves of the Mighty Ship, but also how the necromancer Kadol Dimplebronze rose from their ranks and began the terror wrought by the undead. Of the Fence of Amusement he knew not much else but that their king, the Unaging King, ruled with an iron fist and the people suffered. He also told more of the place called Waterlures and how it now housed one of the grandest libraries in the world, “though, nothing compared to the one in Fencereined, of course.”

But there was nothing in Healgear that needed heroes.

And so they decided it was time to set forth to the east, following the directions given to them by the elves. There, certainly, they would find true adventure.



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Not much luck with the game throwing any quests for our adventurers, but at least I got to the end of the first stretch of their travel plans.

Next we head off east and then hopefully somehow south to Waterlures eventually. We'll see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 20, 2023, 01:50:53 am
our heroes need purpose!

 funny how the goblin underling felt no particular urge to attack the party, but when you finally met the warlord, the fight came about quickly.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 20, 2023, 03:30:20 am
our heroes need purpose!

Yeah, that's for sure. There were many "local troubles" like mentions of bronze colossi and titans, but that's way out of the adventurers' league. Also some mentions of Kadol's necromancers and such, but that'd take our heroes the wrong direction.

I think it's sort of a general adventure mode problem that if you don't make up your own purpose, you'll just end wandering and wondering what to do.

But I think it's ok for our current heroes at this point to wander and wonder.

funny how the goblin underling felt no particular urge to attack the party, but when you finally met the warlord, the fight came about quickly.

Oh, the other goblin wasn't an underling of the warlord. He was a legit soldier from a goblin civ and served under a different commander (had to check with Legends because it was sort of confusing). The warlord however was a bandit, so a target for our heroes.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 20, 2023, 03:54:53 am
Hopefully they will find the quests they seek in one of the next towns they enter.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on June 20, 2023, 03:42:49 pm
funny how the goblin underling felt no particular urge to attack the party, but when you finally met the warlord, the fight came about quickly.

Oh, the other goblin wasn't an underling of the warlord. He was a legit soldier from a goblin civ and served under a different commander (had to check with Legends because it was sort of confusing). The warlord however was a bandit, so a target for our heroes.

oh, i see. you know, DF has this issue where titles mean squat when it comes to actual power. How many 'kings' have you met that ended up being destitute peasants squatting in an abandoned castle? its one of the problems that come from assigning roles according to the institutional structures or hereditary bloodlines while ignoring almost all other social or material contexts (beyond the fell blade of a violent coups, not much will shake a king's power)

then again, it also allows for insane situations where royalty appears out of nowhere, and that can segue into interesting story. .

say, do you have the most recent un-retired Waterlures save available? I wanted to check the place out and maybe do a tourist POV screenshot tour with a bunch of different ASCII tilesets.

too much premium has me bored. . most fortresses look very samey, wheras the ASCII gave each biome and cavern it's own color and tone, depending on which stone layers were present, which in an ironic way ends up being highly aesthetically pleasing. this feeling I miss most from the new version, so maybe clicking around Waterlures would be a joy in it's own right
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 21, 2023, 01:14:55 am
say, do you have the most recent un-retired Waterlures save available? I wanted to check the place out and maybe do a tourist POV screenshot tour with a bunch of different ASCII tilesets.

Yes, I always tend to make backups before adventuring in case something goes awfully wrong. I'll upload it (link at the end of post) and you're welcome to mess around with the town. :)

too much premium has me bored. . most fortresses look very samey, wheras the ASCII gave each biome and cavern it's own color and tone, depending on which stone layers were present, which in an ironic way ends up being highly aesthetically pleasing. this feeling I miss most from the new version, so maybe clicking around Waterlures would be a joy in it's own right

I've actually been giving Premium several tries lately, but nope, have to wait for complete keyboard control and other fixes until it'll be playable,

ASCII has lots of benefits compared to graphics. Like, in Premium stairs look always the same, but with ASCII it's just a symbol and you imagine them to look different depending on their placement. Sometimes I think of them as normal stairs, but sometimes they're more like ladders in my mind. Graphics just gets in the way when trying to imagine things.

Here's the save, hopefully you'll have a fun time as a tourist (or whatever) Waterlures:

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16756

(Edit. Next update might take some time. It's been quite hot here and can't really concentrate on playing & writing.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 21, 2023, 02:25:46 am
I've actually been giving Premium several tries lately, but nope, have to wait for complete eyboard control and other fixes until it'll be playable,
Those are the same reasons I haven't tried the premium version, also the lack of adventure mode since that's what I prefer.

Also I agree with your thoughts on ASCII VS graphics. Graphics = Limited, ASCII = Infinite.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Superdorf on June 21, 2023, 09:37:32 pm
A human hammerman named Rope Villagemurdered offered shelter for them. They accepted, though the hammerman's name caused Dimbulb to be somewhat uneasy. But it was a good night's sleep and nobody was murdered.

This is very funny to me for some reason
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 22, 2023, 02:41:32 am
A human hammerman named Rope Villagemurdered offered shelter for them. They accepted, though the hammerman's name caused Dimbulb to be somewhat uneasy. But it was a good night's sleep and nobody was murdered.

This is very funny to me for some reason

Made me chuckle when the hammerman said his name. Sometimes DF generated names are just brilliant.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 11, 2023, 07:49:23 am
Part VII:
Travelling and Bickering

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25th of Slate, 383

The sun had set and the darkness of night fallen when the companions made camp in the wilds. They had not lingered in Healgear any longer and set forth to the east after their brief meeting with the elves. It might have been wiser to rest at the hillocks and continue in the morning, but the companions were restless and eager to continue towards adventure.

They walked through the Dipped Hills, following a stream all the way over the Prim Point, through which the river wound. There in the low mountains they were beset by rain, all drenched when they arrived at the Contained Field.

Their plan was to visit several hamlets that were in the plains before continuing east towards the Scaly Mire -- a vast wetland said to stretch all the way to the end of the world in the east.

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“Stupid ostrich,” Dimbulb grumbled and sat down next to the fire, crossing his arms in front of him and looking grumpily at the flickering flames, “Always arguing and making fun of me, Dimbulb. I am so angry now!”

Tanzul stoked the fire silently as the hamster woman Coni stood up, walked to Galel and patted the smiling ostrich man on the shoulder saying, “You know it's a gamble, right? Poking at Dimbulb that way. Some day you'll be unlucky and his temper will cost you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Galel smirked with a smug expression, “It's you who has almost had Dimbulb's fist rammed in your gullet, not me. I don't gamble. I work with skill. Luck has nothing to do with it.”

Before Coni could answer, Tanzul hopped in, “Let's not bicker with each other. We need to get some rest before tomorrow. There's a long journey ahead of us. Best start it with a rested body and a good mood, not a sour one.”



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26th of Slate, 383

The next day dawned with a clear sky, and the fair weather continued as the companions traveled east, passing through several uneventful hamlets, finally coming to the Scaly Mire. From here on their plan was not all that clear, but they would head east and south, towards lands of dwarves the elves of Healgear had spoken of. Perhaps it was a place to find proper adventure?

As they headed away from the last hamlet, Fragrantworth, they saw a thin trail of smoke rising from a nearby hilltop.



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On the hill's slopes they came upon a tent with a group of dwarves and a goblin in it. A curious lot they were: nobles and the like, dispossesed and landless after a war with the Granite Alchemies -- a  group of evil sorcerers by what Tanzul and the others gathered from the dwarves' stories. They were not a talkative lot, and the aid of the would-be adventurers was apparently not needed, despite their predicament.

So the journey eastward continued.



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As the sun drew towards the west, the companions had traveled far into the swamp, making their way through fields of cattail and reeds. Old, gnarled fruit trees grew plentiful in wetland, offering shade under their boughs. But fortunately the day was not hot, though warm it was.

There was not much talk between the companions, except for the constant arguing between Dimbulb and Galel, and Coni's occasional flattering remark of this and that.



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When the sun set, the group made camp next to a stream. A campfire was lit on a muddy patch in the midst of reeds, close to a young citron tree.

“This swamp sure goes on and on,” Coni said as they sat around the fire. “There seems to be no end to it!”

“Well, if the stories are true, it continues all the way to the great sea in the east,” Tanzul replied, “But we should not go that far east. Soon we will have to turn south if we want to arrive at dwarf lands.”



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27th of Slate, 383

The following day was with fair weather gain, but it was not as warm as a cool breeze blew from the west. It was still early morning when movement in the east was seen, and after a brief discussion, it was decided to investigate it. Perhaps there lay adventure ahead?

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But whatever it was in the distance, it moved swifter than the travelers. And after a brief chase they stumbled upon something that appeared to be a camp.

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A group of goblins appeared to have made their lair here. Tanzul approached a sunken-eyed goblin with an iron war hammer in her hand. However, when he greeted the goblin, she responded with a yell to the goblins behind her, “Intruders! To arms!”

And so battle began.

The goblin swung at Dimbulb, hitting him in the upper leg, and deftly parried the strike of Dimbulb's sword and dodged Tanzul's spear.

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Another blow from Tanzul's spear struck the goblin, tearing deep into her flesh from behind, lodging the weapon in the wound. But despite it, the goblin swung her hammer again at Dimbulb, hitting him hard in the leg with a thud and crack.

Dimbulb fell down and yelled in rage.

Tanzul pulled out the spear and before the goblin managed to do any more damage to Dimbulb, he thrust it. And he hit the goblin straight in the head, tearing through skull and brain.

The goblin fell dead.

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The rest of the goblins rushed to the fray and things took a turn for the worse when Dimbulb was punched in the head with a heavy blow by one: he fell unconscious.

Fortunately, Tanzul and Coni were next to the hippo man and they immediately slashed and stabbed at the goblin, taking him down before more damage was done to Dimbulb.

The rest of the goblins scattered and fled with haste into the swamps.



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“Who do you think they were?” Coni looked at her companions, shaking still a bit after the conflict. As soon as Dimbulb regained consciousness -- which was surprisingly quick -- they had left the camp, heading east and slightly south. They dared not pursue the goblins, for they were shocked by how easily Dimbulb had been knocked out.

A group of capybaras ran through the reeds, frightened by the party of animal people who had stopped at one of the swamp pools to rest.

“You ask me, they were up to no good,” Galel replied, twirling his whip in his hands. “Served them right that we sent them scampering in fear and leaving several of them dead. We should have chased and run down all of them.”

“It could have gone really bad, Galel!”, Tanzul said, turning to the ostrich man. “It was good they fled. There was quite a few of them further away.”

“Pfft. They got in one lucky blow. Right Dimbulb?” Galel smirked.

“Uh... I guess so? I still don't get it what happened,” Dimbulb said with a humble voice, rubbing his bruised head.

“You got knocked out. You were lucky me and Coni were next to you. But we should get moving before the goblins gather their courage and come hunting us,” Tanzul said, looking in the direction they had come from.



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The journey east continued along the banks of a stream, eventually turning southward and hopefully soon out of the Scaly Mire.

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It did not take long before the wetland gave way to fields of grass and gentle slopes.  The sky was shrouded in dark, heavy clouds, and in the distance they saw signs of civilization: what looked like buildings or other structures.



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The companions walked across fields and slopes of wet, dense grass as a heavy rain fell from the skies, their clothes soaking and moods dour. They approached a building, walking past a shrine dedicated to some god -- they didn't really care which god this monastery was dedicated to. All they wanted was to get inside away from the rain.

The building turned out to be a dormitory and there were three dwarves there. Tanzul approached and greeted them.

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But perhaps it would have been wiser to check which god was worshipped here: for a brass eyed dwarf with a long white and gray beard greeted them with the words “Life is, in a word, murder.” Clearly these were monks worshipping one of the darker gods.

However, it turned out that the dwarves staying here were not actually monks. In fact, there was nothing organized in the monastery and all of the three dwarves were there for their own different reasons, each worshipping a different deity. Tanzul decided it was best not to press them for details, just in case.

So, after waiting for the rain to calm down a bit and sharing stories of their adventures to the dwarves, who in turn told them what little news they had of the world, the companions continued their journey.



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The journey continued south with the companions avoiding several hamlets a short distance from the monastery. The dwarves had said that it was best to keep away from them, for they had long since fallen under the shadow of death when the sorcerers and their foul undead swept across these lands.

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The downpour grew in intensity as they walked across the soggy grasslands, everything covered in a dull grey hue due to the dark clouds and the little bits of light that came through fading as the sun set west. The short stay at the monastery had hardly lifted their spirits, and what little it had helped, was already lost and the adventurers shared a dour mood, saying nary a word to each other.

They came to a peat road heading east-west. Without hesitation they headed east, hoping to reach some semblance of shelter before it was too dark.



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No proper shelter was to be found along the road, but to the relief of the adventurers, the sky cleared as the sun set, and the stars came out, shining brightly and lighting the way until they came upon a bridge.

There they set camp next to it, building a fire under the shade of a willow tree with sagging branches and the leaves rustling in the cool breeze. It was a soothing breeze for the day had been warm and only now it began to cool down a bit.

“...but laws are a necessity. Something needed to keep the rabble in line and the wicked in check,” Tanzul said to Galel as they sat around the fire. The two of them had got into a debate after talking about the wars that had ravaged these lands (or what little they had heard of them in rumours and old tales); how the lands had fallen into lawlessness after rulers fell and people were desperate to find means to survive.

“Keep the wicked in check? Hah!”, Galel laughed at Tanzul. “Hardly so. Now I do understand that laws might be a necessity sometimes, but one should perhaps not see them as anything else but a tool or a guideline. Following and enforcing them strictly... Well, that leads to tyranny: for are not laws nothing but the means of whoever happens to be the ruler to have the people submit to his whims? To 'keep them in line', as you said.”

“No, no. Not at all like that. You are thinking this all wrong!”, Tanzul argued, feeling slightly agitated by the ostrich man scoffing at him. “A society can not function and prosper without a set of rules and laws that are enforced! Of course the laws must not be there to allow the ruler to do whatever he pleases with his subjects.”

“Think more on it, Tanzul,” Galel replied with a sly grin on his beak, “Do you really think we would be at each other's throats without said laws? That all of us would stab their friends in the back without them? Why, our group does not have a leader nor a set of 'laws', yet we work perfectly well together.”

Coni, who had so far not paid much attention, lifted her head and joined in, “Well, I wouldn't be so sure of that...”

Galel turned to Coni, cocked his head and laughed, “Fair point. Let us forget this discussion and drop the argument, no?”

He extended his hand to Tanzul as a sign of truce. Reluctantly the fox man reached it and gave a shake.

“Fine. I'm going to sleep now,” Tanzul grumbled and lay down, feeling bitter. Sometimes he really didn't like that Galel fellow. Stupid ostrich man always looking for a fight.



=====

Finally got an update!

Not a very long one and this has been written during quite a number of very short sessions with long breaks in between, so sorry if it's a bit disjointed.

I think I sort of lost motivation for DF for a while there (due to several reasons), but Waterlures has been still constantly on my mind. But before you all get excited about updates, I'm not sure how often I'll be doing these. While I do like this world and want to know what happens next, there's several things that drag me down (for instance: the animal population bug in Hellsieges and limits of DF such as you can't join a necromancer faction (afaik), which sort of blows up my plans for Cañar)... So, it might be that there will be only now and then updates or this might end up being the last (let's hope not!)...

But I've been thinking of maybe starting something similar to Waterlures. Not yet sure of the concept, but probably nothing as "taxing" for me. Or perhaps start an actual community game and not claim complete of ownership of it this time? Seems like it's been quiet on the community game front lately, which is a crying shame.

Also, still conflicted whether I should give 0.5 a go or stick to 0.47.05 with which I know what I can do and what not.

Blah, enough of my incoherent ramblings. Hope you enjoyed this one despite not much happening!

(ps. finally got a new semi-decent laptop, so I don't have to constantly worry when the old one blows up!)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 12, 2023, 05:21:21 am
Huzza it has returned!

I was just thinking of this fort recently, and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for a new part to come out so no need to feel any pressure on that front from me.


Also I'd stick to 0.47.05 until Toady gets adventure mode into the new version.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 12, 2023, 10:41:23 am
Also I'd stick to 0.47.05 until Toady gets adventure mode into the new version.

Yeah, that's what I'll probably end up doing.

(Although, at some point I'll have to learn the new interface if I want to keep up to date with DF, so might be better to do it sooner rather than later... But there's just way too many issues with the Steam version for me compared to older ones, so dunno. Maybe I'll just stick with 0.47.05 forever then?)

Anyway, in Waterlures news, I've managed to play quite some today, so perhaps you don't have to wait for the next update for several months? (No promises though.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on September 12, 2023, 10:49:59 am
Similar feelings about .50!
Tbh I'm hoping to B-Line it and at least reach age of twilight in my Adelaathira game before new adventure mode comes out!

Glad to see the update! These adventures make for a cozy read that I really enjoy
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 12, 2023, 12:40:08 pm
Tbh I'm hoping to B-Line it and at least reach age of twilight in my Adelaathira game before new adventure mode comes out!

Looking forward to see where Adelaathira goes!

Glad to see the update! These adventures make for a cozy read that I really enjoy

Thanks! I'm often wondering if these are too repetitive with all the traveling and (weird) discussions between the adventurers, and nothing much happening. But good to know it's cozy. It's a quite relaxed playthrough going like this, seeing what the game throws in front of you (which is often nothing or then some oddity with site ownership) with no real plans.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 13, 2023, 03:50:11 am
Part VIII:
Entering Dwarf Lands

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28th of Slate, 383

The companions had been traveling since first light, climbing the road up the lower slopes of the Walls of Spray when they came to a crossroads. They would turn south from here, for the heart of the dwarven kingdom of the Bent Spears lay there.

From what they had heard it was a land not completely decimated by the old wars, and that the dwarves there did fairly well, keeping hold of their lands against their foes.

And there they hoped to find adventure and glory.



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The road soon turned southwards, descending down from the foothills and leading through the fields of a hillocks surrounded by what appeared to be towers of goblin make. The companions hurried through, for they feared there might be a larger troop of goblins that might cause problems.

But they didn't see a soul as they walked through the hillocks. Perhaps it was abandoned or the houses and burrows were not next to the main road?



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As they headed south a pack of coyotes tried to attack Galel and Coni who were walking some distance behind Tanzul and Dimbulb. The coyotes soon realized that they had made a mistake and fled to the hills in the east, but one of them was slain by the ostrich man and the hamster woman.

Coyote meat was to be served this night.



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The foothills of the Axe of Radiances were much steeper and higher than those of the Walls of Spray. The peaks rose higher to the east, but to the west there opened a view of sand dunes and a river snaking through them to the south.



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It was nearly midday as the four marched over a bluff of rock salt, the wind blowing dry and dusty air from the west. Fortunately it was a rather cool day, or perhaps the climate was different here to the south, so their mouths were not parched. For they had not that much water with them.

It had been an easy going this day, though Tanzul was still bitter due to the argueing from the previous night. It didn't help that Galel continued to constantly pick fights with the others as they walked. And it was particularly easy with Dimbulb who every now and then became infuriated, only to be calmed by Coni's flattery, forgetting the stinging words of Galel soon.

Until Galel decided to taunt him again, of course.



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From atop a hill they saw another crossroads ahead of them, and the center of it there was a large, sturdy structure: a fortress of some kind. They were uncertain what it was, but thought it must be one of the fortresses of the dwarves of the Bent Spears, for they were certain they had crossed into their lands some time ago.

From the crossroads they saw a road lead south and another rise to the north-east into the mountains. The one south would be the one they would take, since it led into the heart of the dwarven domain according to their maps.

But first they would visit the fortress and see what it had to offer.



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The sun was shining directly from above as the companions approached the walls of the fortress from the north. They had never seen anything like it: walls made of fine, smooth stone blocks of a bright green color. The stone reflected the light of the sun brightly and the walls looked nigh impenetrable.

Yet the gates lay wide open and no guards in sight. Either the dwarves welcomed visitors openly or this place was abandoned.

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“No. Galel you are wrong,” Dimbulb said relatively calmly to the ostrich man as they walked towards the gates. While Tanzul and Coni were eyeing the fortress carefully, the hippo man was distracted by yet another argument with the ostrich.

“You know, sometimes you have to barter to get something,” he continued. “It can be good for both. A fisher gets bread from the baker, the baker gets fish from the fisher. But other than that... There's better things to do.”

“Like what? Think, Dimbulb,” the ostrich man scoffed, “It is precisely trade, which keeps us alive, our societies thriving and flourishing. It is the life-blood, the very essence of our existence. I know you would have everything just be granted and all 'oh the Nature and Gods provideth', but that is not how things work--”

“Please! The two of you, cut it out!”, Tanzul snapped. “I'm sick and tired of listening to your bickering. We're here at the fortress gates -- if you didn't notice -- and it would be best if you focused on what we have ahead of us.”



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The grand entry hall of the dwarven fortress was empty of life. The tavern next to the gates had its barrels still full of dwarven ale and beer, but the tables and floor were covered in dust and cobwebs were in the corners. The temple past the trade depot was empty too, its walls engraved with designs depicting kings and queens of old.

But despite the apparent emptiness, there were muffled sounds heard from below.

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So the companions descended the ramp in the center of the hall.

...And once they stepped down they saw a bald dwarf with a long, grey orange-flecked braided beard and a neatly combed moustache.

The dwarf motioned the companions to follow him further into the halls.

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There they met also a human and a goblin, and asked about the place from them.

“Ah, this is Shockedhelms, an old fortress of that used to be owned by the Bent Spears,” Solon Mirrortalk, the human, said. “But that is a long, long time ago from what I've heard. This place is now governed by the Laborious Daubs and Tislur Humidattics is their commander. She can be found here, if you want to know more, I'm certain.”

Other than that Shockedhelms was mainly isolated from the rest of the world -- at least in the trade -- they learned not much from these three.

So Tanzul began recounting their tales, of what they had encountered on the way here.



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“Identify yourselves, strangers!”, a thin and very muscular woman with pale skin and almost unnaturally long hair walked to the companions, just as Tanzul finished telling how Coni had killed Ica Tubsyawned, the villain and self-proclaimed 'lord' of Padbolted.

Tanzul hesitated, but then greeted the woman who had an odd, unsettling look in her eyes.

But she did not react to his words and kept staring at the four. Yet she did not make any move of aggression or otherwise.



Confused of the encounter the companions continued to look around the upper halls for a while, meeting again the dwarf they had met first and exchanged a few words him.

However, where ever they went, soon the unsettling woman came to them, standing silent and eyeing them eerily.

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Eventually she ushered them back up to the trade depot and with her wordless expression made it clear the travelers were not welcome here.

So they left the fortress.



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The sun had reached the western sky when the four arrived at a hillocks not far south of the fallen fortress, now ruled by a group whose allegiance they knew not. These were unfamiliar lands to them, and the politics of the place even less familiar -- not that they knew much even of the politics of their own beloved Relieved Realms!

They walked past a small hillock and a disturbing statue in the center of a small crossroads of the paths leading to and fro around the hillocks and their fields. The statue depicted a dwarf, kneeling in front of a ghastly, skeletal dwarf, offering praise to her. It was obviously a scene from some myth related to one of the death gods.

Tanzul shuddered as he swiftly walked past it.



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But they found nobody in the hillocks. It was empty.

Yet, they were certain they had heard that Greaturn was still in the hands of the Bent Spears, one of their northernmost settlements. Perhaps it had been old news and since then it had been abandoned?

So, their journey continued south and they came to yet another crossroads as the sun began to reach the lower western sky.

“East,” Coni said as Tanzul stopped and began to dig out his map.

“East? Are you certain? Why?”, Tanzul asked.

“Isn't that the road that leads to Controlledseal, the capital of the Bent Spears?”, she replied. “I am certain that is what Thîkut said back there before the creepy lady came to drive us away.”

“Coni is right,” Galel hopped in, rather cheerfully and not with a hint of an argument coming, “He said several things, but I have to admit, it was difficult with that freak coming to us all the time to glare at us.”

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“Look,” Galel pointed at the map that Tanzul had just unfurled. “We're here. Controlledseal is slightly to the east and south, and then to the south and west... That's where Clubmalign is. You know, 'There are some foul going-ons in the fort of Clubmalign', as the dwarf said when he marked it on our map.”

“You mean we should go investigate the happenings at that fort?”, Tanzul asked, raising his brows.

“Well, I don't mean anything. Yet. But I think even if we were to decide to go there, it might be for the best to go to Controlledseal first,” the ostrich man said. “We're bound to learn more there. We better learn more there. Not knowing practically anything of these parts makes me...uncomfortable.”

So it was decided they would head to Controlledseal first and there make more precise plans.



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The sun began to set before they arrived at Controlledseal. Ahead, in the southwest, they saw several clusters of smaller buildings, which looked like the typical monasteries found around Minbazkar.

They went to the one more to the south to look for a place to sleep. But the monastery was empty, yet it didn't appear to be completely abandoned. After a brief discussion, they headed back to the road and decided to make camp there.

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They lit a fire next to a date palm and small coffee tree and huddled close to the flames. It was a cold night: their breaths steamed and waterskins had ice. They were not used to such a cold climate, but in a sense it was exciting for them that even though it was almost late spring, there was a lingering of winter in these lands.

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“What is that you have in your paws, Coni?”, Tanzul looked suspiciously at the hamster woman who was leaning against the trunk of the coffee tree, shuffling through a book. As far as Tanzul knew, Coni took no books for their journey -- nor did she own any. “Is that a book? Coni... You didn't take it from the monastery, did you?”

Coni turned to look at Tanzul from the pages and smiled, scratching the sparrow sleeping on her shoulder. “Well... Um, it is a book, yes. Steal? No. More like borrow, if you will.”

“Coni...”, Tanzul sighed disappointedly.

“Look, I'll return it, if it's such a big fuss,” the hamster woman said, shutting the tome. “But it's not like it'll be missed. We're bound to stay around Controlledseal for a while, so there'll be plenty of time to read through it and then take it back. Sound fair?”

“Well... Ah, never mind,” Tanzul sighed again. “Just keep your paws away from things that don't belong to you when we reach the fortress, ok?”

“You have a deal, Tanzul,” Coni replied, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “But let's get some sleep now.”



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1st of Felsite, 383

In the morning the companions found out to their surprise that a small coating of snow had fallen from the skies, shrouding everything in a pure white. The air was cold and crisp, but the first rays of the sun carried a warmth with them and already some of the snow was melting.

They took their time to wake up and get ready for the last leg of their journey.

When they finally continued their way, the frosty loamy road crunching beneath their feet, they soon came upon an odd structure next to the road. A small slope-roofed shelter with a wall open to the south and a wooden casket in it. A wooden altar or pedestal stood next to the opening, with an assortment of tattered clothes on display.

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Tanzul stepped closer to the structure, taking a better look at it.

“Tanzul?”, Dimbulb began nervously from further off. His thoughts began to trail here and there, and as the fox man turned to face him, he had forgotten what he was about to say. “I... Uh... I-- I forgot what I was about to say...”

Coni eyed the structure with interest, too, and she joined in the conversation, “What do you think it is? A memorial? A shrine? A grave?”

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“I haven't the faintest of ideas,” Tanzul replied. “But if I'd bet on something, I'd say it's a wayside shrine.”

“A shrine? With a coffin?”, Galel chuckled. “Don't be a fool, Tanzul. It's a grave. Just open up the casket and see for yourself. I'll bet you'll find some old bones in it.”

“I thought you didn't gamble,” Coni stabbed at the ostrich man.

“Haha. Very funny. It was only a manner of speech,” Galel grimaced at the hamster woman's pitiful attempt.

“Well, I'm not certainly opening the casket. We're not grave robbers -- if it is a grave,” Tanzul said. “But someone is bound to know about it in Controlledseal. It's not that far off from here.”



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And indeed, they had not continued but for a short while south when they saw at the feet of the Walls of Spray the walls of the fortress rise.

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The sand road led to the fortress. This one, too, had straight, strong and sturdy walls made from impossibly large stone blocks, hewn to perfection. The stone itself was a beautiful, silverish-white one with a metallic sheen to it.

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They circled around the walls, admiring the craftsman-- No, the craftsdwarfship. Truly the dwarves were masters when it came to working stone and ore.

They found the gates of the fortress to be open and with hearts pounding, their spirits full of awe, they stepped in: a magnificent large entry hall opened before them and directly ahead of them was what looked like a trading post with dwarves, humans and other peoples. This place was inhabited!

They had arrived at Controlledseal!



=====

Update time!

Didn't remember that Controlledseal was completely made out of native platinum. That's one rich fortress the Bent Spears have there.

We also got to visit Lór's grave. I'd forgotten that it was on the way to Controlledseal. Seems like we're getting closer to home all the time.

Now, next parts I might take a slight sidetrack to see what's up with Rivermine and maybe check on Cañar, too. Not sure of that yet, but I'll do some testing first.

Anyway, now is a good time to get a named character for yourself and be part of the Waterlures story. I've been thinking that possibly the companions could meet some folk in Controlledseal who're headed to Waterlures and join them. Mainly just to get a reason for them to head there and not just wander around the world.

So, just holler if you want to be 'dorfed' as some new character (ideas welcome).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 13, 2023, 05:41:45 am
Dang that's a fancy fortress they've got there, wonder where they got all that platinum?

I'm often wondering if these are too repetitive with all the traveling and (weird) discussions between the adventurers, and nothing much happening. But good to know it's cozy. It's a quite relaxed playthrough going like this, seeing what the game throws in front of you (which is often nothing or then some oddity with site ownership) with no real plans.
I don't mind the traveling and conversations, it's interesting and you get to see the character dynamics and extra lore!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on September 13, 2023, 08:12:15 pm
I like traveling segments and discussions with character development more myself! I'm kind of used to df writings having epic battles of grand and ridiculous scale so I've developed a particular taste for seeing worlds fleshed out as well as individuals!

Also would take a dwarfing! If its for an adventurer maybe an elephant-seal spearman?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 14, 2023, 12:51:14 am
Also would take a dwarfing! If its for an adventurer maybe an elephant-seal spearman?

Maloy the elephant-seal man spearman it is then. Any civilian skill preferences or what kind of deity you'd prefer?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on September 14, 2023, 01:17:45 pm
A lovely set of updates! Glad to read the name of Waterlures again.

never forget to have fun while writing. the minute you make a chore of it, everything comes into question and the process itself becomes torturous. that being said, if your torturous labor produces more of the above writing, then perhaps we can arrange for a few iron spikes here and there to keep you working hehe

dwarf me as a certain 'Edzul the Silent.' This male dwarf is mute, excluding statues, with whom he holds full conversations on various topics including philosophy, art, and hunting for mythical creatures....

Edzul will occasionally be compelled to produce statues of his own, after dangerous adventurers or close battles, upon reaching the peaks of mountains or the depths of lakes, or simply for the hell of it. No one really knows much about Edzul but they are a loyal companion, and a competent wrestler and mason. Edzul communicates through nonverbal means including hand signals and expressive eye contact. Occasionally, he will create a small figurine to demonstrate complex subjects. Edzul purports to be an atheist, but secretly believes in any and every god he hears about. He is addicted to religions, you might say. He talks to statues of gods as if they are the real thing.

note: the antics of this mute sculptor may, in fact, be annoying to write. if that is the case, an honorific (and purely accidental) death can be arranged at a time when the writer's patience grows most thin.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 15, 2023, 01:00:48 am
that being said, if your torturous labor produces more of the above writing, then perhaps we can arrange for a few iron spikes here and there to keep you working hehe

I do actually often have to force myself to do creative things like writing. And afterwards I'm happy I did it. Once I get going it's usually not at all torturous but rather enjoyable, so, you folks are free to stab me with a iron spike once in a while if things are too quiet.

dwarf me as a certain 'Edzul the Silent.' This male dwarf is mute, excluding statues, with whom he holds full conversations on various topics including philosophy, art, and hunting for mythical creatures....

I'll add Edzul and try my best to make him like your description.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 16, 2023, 10:09:53 am
Part IX:
Halls of Red

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5th of Felsite, 383
Grownwaters

In the north-west of Minbazkar, in the Dipped Hills was Grownwaters, the retirement home of Ova the mandrill man. For many a year he had not been seen there, and so the elephant man necromancer Cañar Spiritcoal the Armored Groove of Persuaders and his faithful friend the once-dead goblin, now death hunter, Rin Fisthearts the Robust Flesh of Charring had made it their home for almost a decade now.

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The somewhat tattered cloak of the elephant man flapped in the breeze as he sat legs crossed and eyes shut on the ledge overlooking the entry to the burrow-house below. The undead goblin with a hollow stare in his eyes walked to the elephant man with four shambling corpses -- a few of them dragging their rotting entrails behind them -- following him.

“Is it time already?”, the elephant man said without opening his eyes. The goblin nodded.

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Cañar, the elephant man, stood up slowly, breathing deeply of the cool wind. He turned to face his companion, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “I must have been meditating for a long time then... It is easy to lose track of it these days, get caught in deliberation, for time matters not any longer for me.”

Rin, the goblin, stared at Cañar blankly.

“It is a tranquil day. Or perhaps it has been tranquil for some time now... How long? Days? Weeks? Months?”, Cañar said to no one in particular, still deep in his thoughts. “It makes one forget the world around us. All the troubles and burdens of it. All the hate, anger and fighting. All the war. One can almost feel at... Peace.”

The goblin continued to look at the elephant man with his empty gaze. The walking corpses moaned, flies buzzing around them.

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“If only Ova were here with us...”, Cañar contemplated with a hint of sadness in his otherwise emotionless features. “I know not where he went and I believe we will not see him ever again. Not alive, at least. Time has passed. So much time that the Prince must have claimed his body. But you and I know that if were to find his remains, we could bring him back...”

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Cañar sighed, turned and walked to the wooden stairs leading down from the ledge.

“...But it is not our old companions we have to think about now,” he continued his monologue. “No, it is our mission. To bring peace. It is apparent to me now that it is no use allying ourselves with the fools of Islandfences. They are not a solution. They are a part of the problem: infighting with each other, each trying to be Kadol in place of Kadol. Spending more time with dusty tomes than spreading the mercy of a life after life without strife...”

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He looked back at the goblin as he unslung his steel war hammer, Nethlîlar Emlïd, and steel shield.

“If they are not a part of the solution,” Cañar began, “They are part of the problem.”

He took another deep breath. The goblin continued to stare at him with blank eyes, but there was understanding in his expression.

“We must deal with them,” the elephant man said sternly, “Come, let us go.”



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Cañar, Rin and the shambling corpses headed north without stopping, for earthly needs such as food, drink or sleep was something they did not need. They passed hamlets of humans, ignoring them, for they had no business with others than the necromancers of the Prestigious Glazes and their minions for now.

Their first stop was at the forest retreat of Fatedmorning in the Forest of Helping. It was one place said to have fallen under the shadow of the necromancers.

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The elephant man and his followers marched to a huge lychee tree, named the Tempest of Excavating. There they saw several humans: one on the ground among the tall, dense grass and another or two in the flowering branches of the tree grown by elf magic.

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The humans looked terrified when Cañar said calmly, but with a threat in it, that they must lay down their arms.

The humans replied with bolts from their crossbows.

Cañar, Rin and the undead replied by slaughtering each and every human they found in the forest retreat, the dead soon swelling the ranks of the undead.



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Through the night the elephant man and Rin, followed by a horde of undead, walked, passing several other forest retreats on their way to the tower of the necromancers. The stars shone bright and bold from the clear sky, casting a bluish white light upon the dead and withered grass that crunched beneath their feet.

Many of the old elven settlements had camps around them, but Cañar decided to let them be for now. Their time would come later.

And peace would be brought to them.



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6th of Felsite, 383

The sun had began to rise when they saw the spires of Islandfences finally in the south, rising from the barren dead land.

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Past dead trees they walked down a slope, following the determined steps of Cañar leading the way.

The elephant man grasped his war hammer tightly in his hands. He was not particularly fond of getting into the excitement and chaos of battle yet again. That is one reason why he had only dealt with the one fallen forest retreat. He hadn't longed for battle, but he knew that if he and Rin were to go up against the tower he needed more followers.

For too long he had thought that the necromancers were the solution, the way to bring peace to the world. No, he understood now that that was not the case. Their goals may have intertwined for a while, but what the necromancers sought was power. Power over life and death. And none from this world should wield such power.

It was the domain of the gods.

But today, today Cañar would strip the necromancers of their power and lay waste to their schemes.



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Cañar stood on the ledge surrounded by his twitching and fidgeting mindless undead and with Rin standing behind him. A sudden gust of wind blew from the west, making his cloak flutter like a flag or war banner. Dust swirled around with the breeze, carrying a strong stench of death and decay with it.

He felt a vengeance coursing through his veins. It was strange, for ever since he had read the slabs, he had felt empty and devoid of emotion.

The elephant man raised his war hammer and pointed at the spires of unnatural gray knotted stone rising from the desolate silty fields surrounding the ominous structure. “There it is. Islandfences. This is not the first time I am here, Rin,” Cañar said. “But it will be the last.”

There was a spark of eerie light in the baleful eyes of the goblin, but he said naught.

“This is what we set to do then. A decade or more ago. We strayed from the path,” Cañar glanced at the goblin. “And it was for a purpose, for our quest was misguided -- or, more precisely, we had understood it all wrong.”

He then turned his back to the tower, so he could face the goblin.

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“Do you remember Lòr's dream, Rin?”, Cañar asked. Rin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“It was something I contemplated while meditating. 'There were those who through sacrifice and perseverance stood their ground, raised a wall of shields.' Those words struck me then and they strike me still. What did they mean? Then we thought it was us who would be the 'shields', fending off 'Darkness and Night'. Perhaps we were the shields, and still are... But that matter not, for the dream went on and, according to Lòr, 'There was no curse, no pain, no death behind the shield-wall.' No curse. No pain. No death. Now, tell me Rin, what do you think that means? With all that we have learned since?”

Rin raised his brows and twitched his head.

“No idea?”, Cañar continued. “Well, think of your state. Your current state. You have no curse. You feel no pain. There is no death for you. You fell 'under the sway of the Night.' Yet... Here you are now, made 'whole and good.' You are past the suffering. You are at peace.”

The undead goblin looked at Cañar, not flinching a bit or giving any hint of what he was thinking -- if he was thinking.

“Do you understand?”, the elephant man went on. “We are still the guardians, the shield-bearers of Lòr's dream. We are still on the Quest. But what we must do is not only put an end to the Darkness, we must, too, bring all the living to a state like your's... Or like them.” Cañar waved his hammer at the horde of undead milling about.

“But enough for now. Let us go and put an end to what Kadol set loose upon the world,” he finally concluded.



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Cañar stepped inside through the crooked entrance of the tower of Islandfences. It was dark, the air thick and filled with the scent of blood -- old and new -- and rot, but he was familiar with the smell, the large entry hall and many of the winding passages of the necromancers' lair.

What was new were the many mangled and mutilated corpses strewn about the floor, the stones blackened by dried blood or made a slick red with fresh.

Sounds could be heard from many directions further in, echoing around the chambers and halls.



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Cañar walked to the little fat human girl with hair flowing all the way to the floor. It was curious that her hair had turned grey, though it still had traces of its original color, chestnut. The child was a ghoul, a plague thrall of Kadol, and had apparently lived a life of unlife for a very long time indeed.

She was playing at the feet of a concave-nosed goblin with protruding red eyes. The goblin -- also a plague thrall -- paid little attention to her, and turned to face the elephant man.

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“Who claims the title of Overlord of Islandfences currently?”, Cañar demanded.

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“It is a title I hate and abbhor. It has been a plague upon these lands for far too long,” he continued, his voice rising to a boom. “Speak now. Point me to the master and I will put an end to this madness... And then I will give you peace.”

There was no reply. The plague thralls were not the least bit interested in what Cañar had to say, nor were they intimidated by him or the undead horde lumbering behind.

So Cañar crushed and skewered their skulls with his hammer and tusks.

It was something that would happen a lot that day.



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Soon the entry hall was littered with even more corpses and the floor was all painted red with a coating of fresh blood.

There were only a couple of Dimpledbronze's Hounds -- abominations with downy feathers and large mandibles, vaguely shaped like boars -- left in the hall, and in the center... In the center there crawled a baby, all smeared in blood, dirt and brain matter.

Cañar hesitated.

He had already killed several plague thrall children. But a mere toddler? Something inside him stirred and stayed his hand for the moment.

...Until he realized that this was no infant. It was an old being in the body of one. Decades of unlife had turned its hair white and it had an animalistic hunger in its eyes.

It was one more abomination created by Kadol.

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Cañar walked to it and brought his hammer down in an arc.

The plague thrall was no more.



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Cañar and Rin went from room to room, through twisting hallways, up and down narrow stairs, leaving a trail of blood, body parts and heaps of plague thrall corpses behind.

Disturbingly most of the thralls, infected with a ghoulish condition wrought by Kadol, were still children -- or, more precisely, in the bodies of children. It was horrid to think that these poor souls had once been subjected to terrible experiments and unimaginable pain that turned them into these abominations that were neither living, dead nor undead, but something else.

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Up in one of the spires the wall was open to the outside, the wind rushing in through the opening and howling in the hall. A human plague thrall child was playing with some old  bones next to a steelen table when Cañar came, his gore-drenched war hammer ready to strike, his tusks dripping the blood of his victims.

And soon this thrall and the one further down the hall lay unmoving, too, their skulls caved in by hammer and shield.



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Hours passed as the elephant man traveled the halls and chambers of the tower, crushing all in his path.

And finally, when he was certain he had put down everyone in the tower except the overlord, as he returned to the entry hall he saw before him a broad and muscular goblin with the look of a plague thrall. She was dressed in robes of thin leather -- possibly made from the skin of poultry -- and wore a woolen hat ending in a curled point, her long carmine hair flowing from under it in a tangled mess.

This had to be the overlord.

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“You!”, Cañar shouted at the goblin. “I am the one who put down Mec Urgedguard not only once, but four times. I have come to put an end to your villainy, to the terror you and your ilk inflict upon this world. I will slay you -- even if I have to do it a thousand times!”

He charged at the goblin plague thrall.

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The overlord did not answer, but turned to move up the stairs. Cañar leapt to her, swinging his hammer down on the goblin's head, crushing it with a mighty crack, spraying blood and brain matter around.

Yet the goblin kept going.

Cañar swung and swung his hammer time and again.

The goblin didn't put up much of a fight and soon lay dead on the stairs, blood flowing down them from the lump of gore that used to be a head.



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After the overlord fell to Cañar's onslaught, they left the tower grounds, not bothering to check all the surrounding smaller structures. Cañar knew they were only inhabited by the unintelligent beasts of the necromancers, and when left to fend for themselves, they were not something that needed to be dealt with immediately.

They walked southwards through the Jungle of Consideration, a once verdant forest that was now grey and dead due to the malign influence of the evil magics of Islandfences. A thin mist rose from the barren ground, making the husks of the leafless fruit trees more dreary -- not to mention the rain that poured from the dark grey sky.

Cañar stopped at a slope and gazed southwards. He motioned to Rin, who came to him, pushing himself through the lumbering zombies who dragged along with them.

“It is done fore now,” Cañar began another of his speeches. “Islandfences will not rise for some time after what we did today. Yet, the grasp of Kadol reached far and wide, as we came to know during our first journeys. The Prestigious Glazes has other strongholds and there is bound to be a new overlord...”

Cañar continued peering to the south, and Rin turned to look in the same direction as if wondering what the elephant man was looking at.

“Our work, once again, has only begun,” Cañar continued with a burdened voice. “Will the fighting ever end, I sometimes think. Is this of use? With every step forward the distance to our goal -- to peace -- seems further off. Yet it nears still. We must continue. We have time. We will not grow old nor weary no more. We will see this to an end eventually.”

The elephant man then turned to Rin, “But before we continue on this path, there is something I want to show you... There are...things that you are unaware of, that happened when you were... Away.”

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Cañar turned to walk south down the slope, and once again he motioned Rin.

“Come, Rin. I will take you to a place not far from here and tell you the whole story. The whole truth.”

If Cañar would have looked at Rin at that moment, he would have seen a spark of intense curiosity and questions light up in the death hunter's eyes.



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A bit of a check up on what's happening with our elephant man necromancer and Rin.

I didn't clear the surrounding buildings of the tower, because I actually did that, but just as I was about to save I had DF crash to the desktop. So, didn't feel like killing all the beasties again and made up a silly excuse why they left them be after killing all living things in the tower proper.

Also, god damn those undead followers were a pain in the ass. All the time getting in the way in the tower halls.

I hope next update I get a conclusion of this part of Cañar's and Rin's adventures and then I'll hop back to Tanzul and his adventuring group.

Hmm, I probably had something else on my mind I was supposed to write about, but seems like I've forgot it... Ah, well, in any case, hope you enjoyed this sidetracking.

(Edit. Oh yeah, it was rather disturbing that, uh, the vast majority of the undead in the tower were actually plague thrall children... Now I don't know how that happens/what causes it, but elsewhere in the world many of the plague thralls I've seen were also described as being kids.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on September 16, 2023, 10:13:07 pm
a tower full of blood and dead things, alive with movement . . . HORRIFYING

this party seems well-equipped to fight the undead. at times, it almost looks like you are playing C:DDA what with the hordes trailing after you
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 17, 2023, 02:45:59 am
Necromancers must be some weird ass bastards to experiment on children and babies.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 20, 2023, 11:12:47 am
Part X:
Memories

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6th of Felsite, 383

Soon after Cañar, Rin and the horde of zombies following them came out of the dreary and very dead Jungle of Consideration, the mist broke up and the sky cleared. They came to the Dipped Hills, marching to the south and slightly east.

The sun was blazing from high up in the western sky, but the heat bothered not the elephant man or the goblin who no longer felt or cared of such things.

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They trudged through fields of high satintail grass, under the flowering boughs of cashew, paradise nut and various citrus trees. The scenery was quite different here than in the dead forest, and many would have thought of it a place of bliss were it not for the groaning and moaning undead trampling the vegetation and fouling the soil with pieces of rotting flesh falling off them.



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The clear weather did not last long: dark clouds began to gather in the sky and soon the heavens were of a uniform dark grey color with a heavy rain falling down. Cañar stopped next to a pond. There was no need for a pause, but he felt like it in the moment. It was easier to talk when not moving.

“It is oddly satisfying to see Lin in this state,” Cañar began, looking at the headless corpse near him, shambling and stumbling around, its severed head rolling mindlessly on the ground trying to keep up with the rest of the body. “She was one of Kadol's wasting corpses not but hours ago, raised to an intelligent undeath by the necromancer lord himself... Or, so I heard during my visits to the tower. Now... Well, now she is one of my flock.

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Rin looked at the corpse and petted it like one would pet a cuddly animal. He then looked at the elephant man, who once again appeared to be wrapped deeply in his thoughts. The goblin death hunter expected another monologue to begin and prepared himself for it.

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“Rin, I never asked you, and you never told me,” Cañar addressed the goblin with a cautious voice. “But how did it happen? How did you fall into the water?”

Rin's eyes turned to glare blankly into the elephant man's. He was silent and only stared, unmoving, emotionless.

“So, you remember not? Hmm, interesting...”, the elephant man said with a disappointed yet intrigued tone in his voice. “Ah well, it matters not. I believe you are beyond such concerns as memories. They can be... Painful. A burden. I see now more clearly that my conclusions are the right ones: your state is one at peace without the curse of emotion.”

Cañar turned his eyes back to the south and straightened himself. “Let us continue. It will take us no time to reach our destination.”

Rin watched the elephant man walk for a while, the zombies trailing him faithfully. He then set off to follow him.

It was not that Rin did not remember or that he did not have memories. Before this... It was something that had not come to his mind. He could think, still. But there was most of the time no need for such things. In fact, he didn't feel any needs. He was in a sense empty. Didn't feel anything, but 'not feeling' would be the wrong way to describe it: for even that is a feeling.

In his current state, he just... Was.



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The journey continued south through the Dipped Hills, and when they came to the Intricate Hills, they had already come to the highlands. The lowest peaks of the western end of the Mountain of Combat loomed ahead and the trees here were stunted. Rain continued to drizzle from the clouded sky, turning the soil all soggy and muddy.

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They turned eastwards, following the peaks until to the south they saw a wide valley between the mountains. There on the highland fields they could see a familiar structure rising a bit further off, nestled between the rising cliffs: the fortress of Ceilingyell.



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The group squeezed their way through the narrow gap between the green malachite walls of the fortress and the ridge of sand. Through the gates they stepped to the dank and dark upper hall, which perhaps at one point had been a grand sight, of Ceilingyell.

“We are here,” Cañar said as they stepped past the remnants of a tavern. “This is the last place where we had an adventure when our group consisted of four. It is the place where we fought the vicious giant viper from a forgotten age... When Ova was injured. Do you remember, Rin?”

Rin petted the rolling head of Lin. He turned to look at Cañar and nodded.

Yes. He indeed remembered this place. It was where they came soon after they had rescued the goblin Gozru from the camps of Fencereined. It was that goblin who told them of this place. And it was that goblin who fell on the way here when a all of a sudden a wasting corpse -- possibly a minion of Kadol -- had attacked them.

And he remembered very well how Ova lost his leg here -- the very reason why they built Grownwaters to be his retirement home. He remembered how he came late to the fight. How he lied that he had 'got lost in the passages', when in truth he had been ordered to do so by the... By the voice of Bazsa the Sinful echoing in his head.

That voice echoed in his head no more.

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Cañar walked to the the center of the hall, towards the ramp leading into the depths of the earth.

As he began walking down the winding path, he spoke, beginning another of his stories. “Well Rin, I never told you that I returned to this place. This place was the turning point.”

Rin followed the elephant man, keeping his eyes on him and listening intently.

“It was after your... Accident. When we had laid you to rest. Ova decided to stay behind, retire, be the caretaker of your tomb. But our quest was far from finished, and it seemed like a daunting, overwhelming task for only two. Yet, as his last effort to help us on our path, Ova came up with a plan, a possible solution...”

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As the elephant man spoke, they walked down the winding ramp in single file. At the bottom of the first part of the shaft was a wayshrine and Cañar walked to it, looking at the quartzite pedestal with a long six-sided die on it.

“How strange that we haven't spoken of the past earlier. I only realized it this day. Strange isn't it?”, Cañar said as he swept a line of dust off the pedestal. “Ah, but where was I? Yes, the plan. You see, we still had the slabs of power with us and were confounded what to do with them. It was Ova who remembered the old story of Edu and Suwu climbing on a fiery volcano. And this led to the thought that the molten rock, the very lifeblood flowing deep within Minbazkar, would be strong enough to unmake the power.”

Cañar shifted his eyes from the pedestal back to Rin. He didn't notice that the goblin was listening particularly attentively to his words.

“However, the volcanoes were too far. Yet, we knew that dwarven fortresses of old reached deep into the bowels of Ôsed's creation,” he continued the story, wrapped deeply in his memories. “And that these fortresses had furnaces powered by magma. We didn't have to go far to try out Ova's plan. For a  dwarven fortress, Ceilingyell, lay not a long distance from Grownwaters. And it was a place we knew.”

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Cañar paused and headed back to the ramp, Rin's eyes following him intently.

As he descended, he went on with his speech, a trace of contempt creeping into his voice, “So, following the lead of Suwu we came here. This very ramp we descended for a second time. But this time Ova was not with us. As you were not. It was only the two of us left: me and Suwu. The end of our quest looming before us.”

Cañar then clenched a fist and through gritted teeth said, “We almost made a mistake. Oh how close it was! Curse her!”

Rin's head twitched slightly at the last bit.



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For a long time they continued the descent in silence, the shaft opening next to them, continuing into the deep dark. They passed several floors opening to the abandonded halls of the dwarves, but their destination lay ever the deeper than those.

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After a long, long, seemingly endless way downward, they finally reached the bottom of Ceilingyell. The air was heavy, thick and hot -- there was almost an oppressive feel to it. Cañar slowed his steps the further in they went, as if there was a reluctance to go any deeper.

“We are almost there,” he said, his voice almost only a faint whisper. “These same halls the two of walked then. Close, so close to the end of the Quest of Lòr given by Mestthos. We believed that we truly would put an end to it. To the fear, the hate. To the pain, the suffering...”

Cañar stopped for a moment. He leaned against the wall and sighed.

“Why didn't she come to see it?”

Rin raised his brows, eyeing the elephant man, wondering. The elephant man seemed weary. Tired even. Something was burdening him. He was hesitating with his words, clearly. They seemed to leave much unsaid. What did he mean? What was he getting to?

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The hallway ended in a stone door. The elephant man pushed it open and a gush of heat blew from the room into the passage. With heavy steps Cañar lumbered in, the moanings of his undead echoing in the halls and chamber ahead of them.

There were many cracks and holes in the floor, glowing a fiery red, the air rippling above them. Cañar walked to the closest one sluggishly, barely lifting his feet, his eyes turned to the ground.

“Two of us came here,” Cañar said, his back turned to Rin. “But only one left.”

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The elephant man peered into the blazing pit, leaning on his war hammer. He let go if it and it fell with a clang next to him. He dropped his shield, too, and then slumped on the floor, staring into the bubbling molten rock.

Rin shifted closer to him, pushing the shambling corpses aside to make way.

“Why, why didn't she hear them?”, the elephant man said. He seemed completely oblivious to Rin and the zombies around him. “Why did they speak only to me?”

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Cañar lifted his gaze from the pit, slowly turning it to Rin. But he avoided meeting the eyes of the goblin death hunter.

“It is a pity. A shame. How things turned,” he continued, a slight trembling in his voice. “Suwu Cleanmusics was a fine capybara woman. One who I remember fondly. One who I would call a kindred spirit... Yet, she did not come to see the truth of matters. Her actions in the end almost destroyed any hope for the completion of the quest. For peace.”

The elephant man finally dared look Rin in the eyes. It was as if they were watery. One could almost make out tears in his eyes.

“Do you see, Rin? It had to go that way. It had to!”, anger began to grow in the elephant man's voice. “I stood here, at this very same place then. I had both of the slabs in my hand. I was about to make the greatest mistake ever made... But then, then the Gods spoke. Their voices entered my soul, stayed my hands. I felt their power. It rushed through me. The glimpses and flashes of divine knowledge burning into my mind -- the secrets of Life and Death.”

Cañar clenched his fists as he sat on the floor. “No, in the end Suwu was the enemy. She tried to stop me. Our bond was broken. Comradeship cut in an instance. She attacked me... And she fell. She fell into the fire...”

The elephant man, stood up and pointed at the fiery magma, his eyes hot with rage. “She fell there. In flames she went! A punishment from the Gods, surely. She had it co--”

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Cañar felt a sudden strong thud as something hit him. He lost his balance and footing.

And he fell...

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...Into the boiling rock, bursting in fire before he even managed to scream anything. The heat scorching his flesh and bones in an instant.

Rin had shoved the corpses against the elephant man, pushing him into the magma.

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Rin walked to the door, away from the searing flames which had lit not only Cañar, but many of his undead minions on fire. He watched the fire burn, its flames flickering in his eyes. His eyes full of vengeance, anger and disappointment.

The elephant man had to be stopped.

He was mad. He was seduced by the Dark Gods. Lost. No hope of bringing him back.

He would have destroyed the world.

And Rin would not allow that.

Slowly the fires began to diminish, the thick black smoke clearing through ventilation shafts made by dwarves of old.

The zombies began to now mill around Rin, confused of where their master had gone.

Rin put them to the sword.

Silence fell.



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Outside the stars were out casting their light on the highlands of the Mountain of Combat. Rin walked with long steps across the fields of grass and mountain avens in spring flower. On his back was strapped Nethlîlar Emlïd, the steel war hammer of Cañar, and a steel shield. His own sword and buckler were in his hands.

There were many memories going through Rin's head.

He remembered a time when he led a prophet and group of pilgrims to a town, which he came to hold dear. He remembered how he came to appreciate the milling of spelt into flour in his mill. He remembered his hands smelling of fish. He remembered becoming the Assistant Sheriff... There were many people he remembered from that place and he thought what they might be doing at the moment. What had they done all these years? Were they alive, even?

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Rin began to hum as he walked. The humming turned into a melody as he waded over a shallow brook.

And as he hummed the melody, he began to remember words.

And these words began to come out of his mouth in a song.

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He sang 'Amethysts' -- sloppily, with a hoarse voice.

And as he sang, his feet carried him with determination towards a place he had been away from for far too long:

Rin was returning to Waterlures.



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And that concludes the Quest. Goodbye Cañar.

I hope that is at least somewhat satisfactory. I felt like this part of the story was dragging and been at a standstill ever since Suwu died, so I tried to come up with something how to end it. Otherwise it would've been every 5-10 years jumping to Adventure mode and "seeing" what Cañar is up to... Which would have been pretty much nothing. And then send him off on a killing spree and raising undead to bring peace.

But since intelligent undead retain their loyalties, I thought that Rin would not take it. He was still loyal to Waterlures. Thus, he made the choice to end Cañar's madness. Despite them being friends.

Or something like that.

Anyway, Rin will be eventually back at Waterlures.

But next I'll head back to Tanzul and company, plus make the new adventurers to somehow join them.

We'll see what happens.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 21, 2023, 04:24:20 am
I quite liked how you wrapped up that story arc. Can't wait to see what happens in the next part.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 21, 2023, 06:37:11 am
I quite liked how you wrapped up that story arc. Can't wait to see what happens in the next part.

Thanks!

Concluding that part was long overdue and I was for some time quite unsure how to end it. No idea what happens next (other than vague plans, which may or may not work out), so I'm also waiting to see what comes around, haha.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 28, 2023, 09:58:46 am
Just a short progress update:

I've made the new characters and figured a way to combine them with Tanzul and friends. Currently making some progress on writing introductions, but it's a bit slow (not exactly the most interesting thing to write about, but necessary...).

Hopefully I'll have enough stuff (as in: not just introductions) by the end of this week for a proper update post.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 29, 2023, 03:59:20 am
Doesn't matter what you come up with I'll enjoy reading it.

Also I just realize we've passed 666 posts on the thread!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 29, 2023, 12:40:08 pm
Part XI:
A New Destination

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8th of Felsite, 383
Controlledseal

A week had passed since Tanzul, Dimbulb, Coni and Galel had arrived at Controlledseal from the far north-west. During that time the main hallways and passages of the dwarf hold had become quite familiar to them, though they still easily lost their sense of direction when deep within the earth and far from the open sky.

It took some time to not be awed by the magnificent wide, high halls of masterful stonework, the intricate details here and there and the general sense of grandness. It was quite unlike anything they had seen before.

Truly, the legends of dwarven masonry were not exaggerated -- in fact, they hardly made justice to the craftsdwarfship.

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One of the first places they had visited was the trade depot, straight ahead from the entry and next to the entrance to the deep halls with their spiralling pathway leading down. They found out that it was a good place to meet citizens and travellers alike, all coming and going on their daily business, stopping by to do a little trade.

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Politics was something that many residents liked to talk about and they soon learned that the governing body was called The Stormy Dagger, with a mayor at the head and running the fortress. Yet, the politics were not as simple as that: Controlledseal was also the capital and the throne of the current monarch, queen Aban Gripsabre. Many a noble, such as count Vutok Cryportal, had their seat here, too.

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As they had told tales of their adventurers to the locals, they learned much about the customs and religious life of the residents of Controlledseal.

It was interesting that the old dwarf gods of the Bent Spears had been shoved into the background (at least in the capital) by the growing popularity of the Order of Harvesters: a religious sect dedicated to the worship of Zoku the Permanency of Quests. Tanzul and the rest were familiar with Zoku, the goddess of longevity and youth from the Relieved Realms, their home kingdom.

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The alderperson of Controlledseal, one elf named Mafi Manornut, told more of how trade was good in the fortress these days.

“It is wonderful to see wealth flow in and out of our grand halls. Merchants from no less than nine major settlements come here to conduct their business -- not to mention the many villages and homesteads around the countryside. Why, even the elves from the forest retreat of Sparkledchained, just south of the Walls of Spray in the Whimsical Jungle, come here,” the elf had told them.

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They not learned only of recent events, but legends of old were told them when they asked more about the Bent Spears and surrounding lands.

“Many a legend there is of these lands, many a tragic one. One such tale tells of the hamlet of Bridlewaves in the Contained Field, not far to the west from here on the coast. It is a sad tale, of the cost of arrogance and pride. A tale of how the colossal titan of bronze, Slatsu Clobberedbraved the Ace Maw, forged by the gods themselves -- or so it is told -- descended upon the village after they had angered the gods,” Mafi had said, as he began recounting one such tale.

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Another place they visited more than one time was the Oracular Vault, the grand library of Controlledseal, said to be the greatest in the whole of Minbazkar. Grand it may have been, but it was desperately in needing of dedicated librarians for the scholars frequenting it kept leaving books and scrolls strewn all about.

“Welcome, welcome, oh travellers! You are free to peruse our collection, but please, please, for the love Pimra, be mindful and respectful of the materials,” the clearly overworked goblin Ngerxung Polishcruelty had greeted them and sighed as she looked sadly at the piles and piles of misplaced codices.

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Once during the week, Tanzul tried his luck with divination at a shrine dedicated to the worship of Nanir, the dwarven goddess of revelry, music, trade and wealth.

He did not have much luck with his roll of the die, as the results said (according to the locals) that ill fortune was to follow him for a week.

It had made Galel laugh.



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“They say it is winter all around the year in the south,” Galel said to Tanzul and the others. “Most likely an exaggeration, but it is bound to be much colder than what we are used to... But I do like the sound of this plan. It is more likely to yield us with a good adventure and perhaps even some fame. All this asking around about local troubles and following rumors that may or not be true, hasn't got us far. So I say yes, let us take the offer.”

The four companions were in their room in the Golden Fruit, one of the inns of Controlledseal, discussing their next move. It was a rather odd structure, the inn: unlike other buildings it was made entirely out of wood, its floors covered in a mixture of straw and soil. No doubt it was a way to make travelers from human kingdoms and the like feel more at home in the dwarven hold.

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“It's very, very far to the south,” Coni spoke up from next to the bed. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with her legs stretched in front of her. “It is off the maps we have. We could get lost in the wilds. Fine protection we'd then be, but, heck, it'd be an adventure if anything!”

“But we did get quite detailed instructions from Ngerxung,” Tanzul said. “There was no shortage of landmarks and what paths we should take. And to be honest, ever since we heard of Waterlures in Healgear, I've been interested in it. Imagine, a town that was founded and run by animal people!”

“Surely exaggerations,” Galel gave a short laugh. “You think dwarves or humans would give our kind the chance to govern themselves? Hah! I think not. They think of us as too 'uncivilized' for anything like that. Perhaps there's more animal folk than in the average town, but run by them... Pssht. Don't believe everything you're told, fox man.”

“ANYWAY,” Coni raised her voice slightly, seeing an argument incoming. “True or not, I think we should give it a go. It's a good chance we got here. Though the folk we'd be travelling with are quite the odd bunch...”

“You can say that again,” Galel grinned a beaky grin.

“...But then again, so are we...”, the hamster woman continued.

“There's that, too,” the ostrich man chuckled, looking at Dimbulb who wasn't paying attention -- the hippo man was mesmerized by a small cave spider climbing a wall.

“So, it's a yes from me, too,” Coni concluded.

“I'm in agreement, yes,” Tanzul nodded. “Dimbulb? What say you about going south?”

“Hum? Uh, what?”, the hippo man turned to look at the rest, all confused. “Uh, whatever you guys say, I'm in. I guess... What're we doing?”



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The four of them headed downstairs to the taproom of the Golden Fruit. Chairs and tables made of stone were arranged in a chaotic manner around the hall, which had a quite low ceiling compared to other buildings in the fortress. It smelled of stale ale and wine, sweat and old vomit. It had a completely different charm to it than the rest of Controlledseal.

Tanzul walked to one of the tables with a group of animal people and a dwarf around it. He sat down as the group looked at him expectantly.

“Have you come to a decision?”, a capybara man with a thick coat of boar leather spoke.

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It was Sibrek Paperpriced speaking. A local merchant who was the one who had approached the odd group of four adventurers after hearing that they were looking for work.

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He and his dear friend, Astesh Tradestandards, a capybara woman, also from Controlledseal, were planning to head south into the lands of the dwarves of the Fence of Amusement. In their words, they were planning to settle at Waterlures -- the town the adventurers had heard some stories of -- and start a new life. Perhaps set up shop and start a small business there. “'tis a place full of riches and ripe with opportunity,” Sibrek had said when they met.

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“Yes, we have. It is an offer that we will gladly accept,” Tanzul answered, looking at the rest of the group who were to come with them. There lay a large range of wild and savage between here and Waterlures, and travelers headed to the south often sought the company and safety of each other. So was the case now, too, and it would not be just the two capybara people they would be offering their protection.

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To the left of Tanzul sat an odd sight: a long-necked animal person with thick wool. His face had a round muzzle and he was constantly chewing his lips, occasionally spitting on the floor. He wore a copper skullcap, which seemed a bit too tight for his head, and under his open flowing robes he wore armor of hardened leather adorned with the symbol of the Bent Spears: a prowling giant tiger (how one could tell it was a giant tiger and not a normal one, was a question often asked, but rarely answered).

This was Osod Lanternfogs, a llama man who used to live near Controlledseal in the highlands. A monk he said he was, and you could believe it: he was a calm one, respectful and mindful of others, often speaking of the gods.

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Osod was a worshipper of Mater, the god of rainbows, and he had spent a long time living in seclusion next to a waterfall, where he had built his home and a shrine to his deity. But now it was time for him to move, for the god had spoken to him, shown a sign in the sky: a great rainbow directed to the south.

So the llama man had packed, headed to Controlledseal, and when he heard that there were travellers on their way to a place called Waterlures in the south, he had said, “Surely, this is what beloved Mater meant. You were sent on my way, or I on your path, so that we may together head there, find out what is His purpose and will.”

Some might have thought it a bit far-fetched, but who are mortals to judge how the Gods speak to their followers?

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Opposite of Tanzul sat a dark skinned dwarf with straight pumpkin-colored hair. Unlike his rather greasy and unkempt hair, his beard was well arranged in double braids and his moustache neatly combed. He stared with interest at the fox man with his protruding brass eyes.

This was Edzul Stockadepleated, the Silent.

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Edzul hailed from the mountain halls of Openspear, deep underground within the northern range of the Walls of Spray. What was most curious to Tanzul and the others, was that Edzul had hardly seen any of the surface world in his life. He had made his way from Openspear to Controlledseal by way of ancient dwarven roads cutting through endless caverns that lay far below the surface. The adventurers probably would have not believed that such things existed if they hadn't seen for themselves the Path of Yearlings, which led from the depths of Controlledseal to other fortresses of old.

It was not easy to make out anything of Edzul, for understanding him was hard: he was mute and he communicated only with hand signals and facial expressions. More often than not, they had misunderstood him. Travel with him might be difficult, but travel he wanted to.

This they had learned from Edzul's friend, who understood the dwarf's non-verbal ways of speaking.

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Pife Staffpicks, a rather inconspicuous hedgehog man who was easy to miss, had come to the aid when Edzul first tried to speak with the adventurers frantically waving his hands and winking his eyes. “I-I am s-sorry, b-but if I may,” Pife had said with a stammer, all jittery and nervous. “He w-w-wishes to go t-t-to Waterlures. T-to see a-a-a... A statue garden.”

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Pife came actually from the south himself. From a hillocks called Coalmarked and it was part of the dwarven kingdom of the Fence of Amusement. He had come to Controlledseal for the vast collection of scrolls and books in the library. Now he was heading back to the south, but not to his home.

He, too, wished to visit Waterlures, for he had heard much of the House of Knowledge -- supposedly the greatest of all libraries.

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The hedgehog man did not travel alone: he had a duck. A duck named Dumed Teacherglove.

It was a curious bunch to travel with certainly, but that was not all of them, no. There was still one more to join them on the road.

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The last one was Maloy Whimrabbits, and he had a intimidating presence: he was unbelievably large, stocked with twice the amount of muscle and fat than Dimbulb had. But to be fair, he was an elephant seal man, and -- according to Pife -- they were always enormous. Maloy had a big floppy nose overhanging his lower lip, his neck was thick and robust, his skin was calloused and looked like it could almost function as armor in itself, and his lower body ended in flippers -- which, combined with his scrambling movement, somewhat broke his otherwise menacing appearance.

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Maloy was from the coast to the west, from a small hamlet called Riddledentrances. It was part of the Distant Confederations and lay next to Unitebrands, a town which had fallen during the wars ravaging the land and was under the rule of the necromancers. Yet, despite being in the shadow of the foul sorcerors, the people of the hamlet had somehow managed to survive, though a harsh and meager existence it was.

And that is why Maloy had left. Seeking his fortune as a hunter of beasts in the lands of the dwarves, which still stood there ground against the evil. But he had found not much work here, and having heard tales of more opportunities in the south, in the Fence of Amusement, he had decided to head that way.

Recently he had met a bunch of merchants and travelers heading to a place called Waterlures -- where there was bound to be work as a hired sword (or rather spear in the case of Maloy) -- and were looking for protection on their way through the wilds. Without much thought he had accepted the deal.

But one elephant seal man would hardly be enough to fend off marauding bandits or deserters, nor something of a more foul dispotion.

And, thus, Sibrek Paperpriced, the capybara man merchant, had approached the band of four well-armed adventurers who were seeking work.



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Sibrek smiled at Tanzul, he clapped his hands and rubbed them together with glee.

“Ôsed be praised! I was hoping for such an answer,” he said enthusiastically. “When would you be willing to leave? We were hoping to begin the journey this day, but we can wait at least until the morrow, if need be.”

“No need to wait,” Galel hopped in before Tanzul could reply. “We're ready and set to go right away.”

“As he said,” Tanzul looked at the ostrich man, slightly agitated. “Shall we then?”



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And so the group of four adventurers had grown into a band of ten travelers. Out from the dim halls of Controlledseal they stepped, the clear sky opening far and wide over them with nary a cloud in sight. A breeze of fresh and cool highland air swept over the slopes and fields of short and hardy grasses of the mountains.

The day was still young, the sun in the east. The adventurers were in high spirits, ready to travel again. Once more their plans and destination had changed, but this time a clear goal lay ahead of them: to reach Waterlures.

The fabled town of animal folk.



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So, mainly just introductions in this one and nothing much happening. I realized that if I start their journey in this update, it'll end up being way too long.

Hope the named characters are satisfactory enough. We'll see how they develop along the way, but there might not be so much spotlight time for all since there's so many people in the group now.

Hope they'll reach the capy town within a couple of updates. Starting to have quite the fort mode itch, hah.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on September 29, 2023, 02:26:41 pm
nice  :)

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“There's that, too,” the ostrich man chuckled, looking at Dimbulb who wasn't paying attention -- the hippo man was mesmerized by a small cave spider climbing a wall.

hah

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Pife Staffpicks, a rather inconspicuous hedgehog man

Ah, yes, Pife! My old friend. . and translator.

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Osod was a worshipper of Mater, the god of rainbows, and he had spent a long time living in seclusion next to a waterfall, where he had built his home and a shrine to his deity. But now it was time for him to move, for the god had spoken to him, shown a sign in the sky: a great rainbow directed to the south.

this made me consider how much weather is present in DF, and yet, no rainbows! not sure at all how that would work but. this Osod may be onto something..
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on September 29, 2023, 08:56:59 pm
WOO let's go!

May my harpoon become legendary!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on September 30, 2023, 05:07:15 am
Dang that's a big group we've got going, wonder what kinds of things they'll be getting into before they get to Waterlures.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on September 30, 2023, 12:26:32 pm
this made me consider how much weather is present in DF, and yet, no rainbows! not sure at all how that would work but. this Osod may be onto something..

It'd be fairly easy to add to adventure mode once a weather effect for rainbows would be in place: you'd just add a new text description for (W)eather (e.g., 'there is a rainbow in the sky'). Though I guess these days people would be wanting to see procedurally generated pixel rainbows or sumthin...

More variety with weather would be cool. Fort mode sometimes gives announcements like "a storm/blizzard has come", but there's no such things in adventure mode (or at least I haven't seen any). (That doesn't of course stop me from imagining such things and adding them to writeups.)

May my harpoon become legendary!

Let's just hope we don't run into some serious problems immediately and everyone die.

Dang that's a big group we've got going, wonder what kinds of things they'll be getting into before they get to Waterlures.

It's not the first time we have a big group. I think the group when Rin first came to Waterlures was about the same size?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on September 30, 2023, 05:31:06 pm
this is basically my childhood fantasy of an Oregon-trail like game but with less manifest destiny, and more dwarves. who's gonna get dysentery first
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: auzewasright on October 04, 2023, 11:13:51 pm
It's been some time since I was active on these forums last, so no turn asking yet. PTW
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on October 05, 2023, 01:03:29 am
Welcome to watch! Nice to see new faces in the thread.

This has turned into mostly a single-player game now, but adventurer turns can still be asked for. I've just been too lazy to update the main post.

(Next update will take some time since there's all sorts of October/Dwarftober community games, which I'll be participating in. I'll try to squeeze in some Waterlures play time, but it might take until the end of the month for anything to happen.)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on October 12, 2023, 01:18:22 pm
Updated finally the Main Post (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392011#msg8392011) to mention the current state of the game as a mainly single-player one.

On the next actual write-up: I've got some game time in already, so it might not take as long to get one up as I thought above.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on October 15, 2023, 03:09:55 pm
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Part XII:
The Road Leads South


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8th of Felsite, 383

The travelers headed along the road from Controlledseal towards lands lying in the south. It was a fair day to travel and spirits were high. It was the beginning of an altogether new adventure with unknown lands ahead. They walked briskly along the dirt road that led up and down highland slopes covered in highland grasses and flowering cloudberries.

Coni was in a particularly jovial mood and kept on complimenting their new traveling companions of their choices of attire. Some took it better than others, even though the outfits made by the tailors of Controlledseal were worthy of praise, indeed. Even the four adventurers themselves were dressed in Controlledseal garb, for the capybara merchants had bought them new ones. Their old clothing was beginning to show wear and tear, and honestly was ill-suited for colder climates.



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Not far from the fortress a small path branched from the road, leading past a gnarled, short walnut tree and down a ramp into the stone. Tanzul looked at it curiously and walked towards it, then turned to the folk from Controlledseal.

“What is this?” He asked them. “What lies there within the earth? Do you know?”

Sibrek and Astesh, the capybaras, looked a bit uneasy and shuddered, making some warding signs, but the llama man, Osod stepped forward and walked casually next to Tanzul, pointing at the entry and saying, “It is a tomb. Not an ordinary one, but one containing the late queen of the Bent Spear and other royalty who all died on the same day.”

Tanzul was a bit surprised. He had believed that dwarves built grand mausoleums of unparallelled architecture and beauty for their nobilty, but this, this looked very plain. Drab even.

“It looks so... Peasant-ish,” he said cautiously.

“Yes, that it perhaps does,” Osod said calmly and nodded. “It was built after something horrible happened in Controlledseal not so many a year ago. It is something the dwarves rather not remember--”

“Stop! Let us not sully our mood with the tale of it, please!” Sibrek yelled from behind. “It is perhaps a tale for another time. Let us move quickly away from this place of dark memory, if you will.”



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Up the claystone slopes of the Walls of Spray the road took them, the scenery changing into a barren place of rock and cliff. There was not much other wildlife than the occasional pack of hoary marmots that fled in a hurry when they saw the travelers. The air was fresh, crisp and the sun still shone, though a biting cold gale blew in the heights.

It was good that the merchants had thought of getting proper travel garb for the adventurers.

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As the sun headed to the west bringing the first day of travel close to its end, the scenery changed once more. They had come down from the rocky parts and grass and heather grew around the path, the mountain sloping down to the west in gentle waves of green.

Their journey so far had not gone entirely without incident: a couple of malnourished coyotes desperate for a meal tried to attack them.

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The attack fared poorly for the coyotes and they were swiftly put down. Shockingly, the merchant Sibrek showed exceptional brutality as he joined in with his bare paws, gouging the eyes of one of the coyotes and thus ending its miserable existence in a spray of blood and cracking skull.



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The party reached the lowest west slopes when the sun began to set. With the light fading, the air became much colder: breath came out in wisps of cloud, frost formed on grass and a thin ice sheet began to cover the highland pond at which they decided to make camp.

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As they roasted some coyote meat at the fire, Tanzul began carving some of the bones into a figurine, listening to what the others were chatting about. He let his mind wander with nothing particular in mind and let his paws create whatever came out.

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“Ah, it's a fine weather this evening,” Maloy said, breathing in deeply of the cold air. “Times like these makes you really appreciate the wilds -- just look at the stars flickering!”

“Yes, the beauty of the stars! Such a wonder they are!” Sibrek said clasping his hands and sighing relievedly. “There in the night sky the Great Doe Ôsed watches over us, soothing us with the twinkling souls of the Blessed Ones, shielding us from the Darkness.”

“Ôsed? Who's that?” Coni asked, raising her gaze from the flickering camp fire, turning to look at the capybara man merchant.

“You don't know?” Sibrek said genuinely surprised. Astesh, too, looked at the hamster woman in disbelief, as if she was an ignorant child. “Why, I am no priest nor capybara man of holiness, but if you do not know of the Rabbit in the Sky, that must be changed. After all, She is the Mother of the World, and -- this is very important -- she is the one who led the capybara folk of the South to found Waterlures!”

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Sibrek stood up, coughed into his paw a couple of times, enjoying the moment when all eyes turned upon him.

“Ôsed, the doe rabbit, ahem,” he began his sermon not at all so well. “Why the Great Doe, she is the Goddess. Yes, the one who made the world, birthed it. You know, created and all. The stars, the sky, and, um, the weather, yes... She is basically everything around us. Everything we call nature: the sun, the day, the light -- even the mountains are hers!”

Edzul, who was listening with much interest, let out a small scoffing sound at the mention of mountains. As if the mountains were something made by a rabbit! Such a ridiculous claim.

“It is beloved Ôsed who fends off the Dark,” Astesh joined in Sibrek's preaching. “She stays the Prince away. She made the Pact that keeps Abod at bay -- the Flail may bring our bodies to an end, but our souls are out of her reach. And to the Skies we then rise as bright stars, shining hope on those still in the mortal world, dancing around Ôsed's everlight.”

“True, true,” Sibrek nodded with much vigor. “Without Ôsed there would be nothing of beauty in Minbazkar. This would be a dreary and dead place.”

“There's some likeness to Monal there, I think,” Maloy said. “The Fisherman Monal is. God of fish and fishing from where I come from. He keeps us fed, the fish on our table, even though Epo the Washed, Salmon Lord of the Oceans, would try to deny us of them after listening to the lies spun by Shoneth the Hellish...”

“Monal? I do not think I've heard of that one,” Tanzul joined the conversation. He stopped carving the bone, which had begun to take the form of a dwarf figurine. “At my home, it is Sas who is the Great Fisher, the Angler King.”

“Hum, we all have our own gods, then,” Maloy turned to the fox man, his floppy nose bobbing. “The world is a place of much wonder. You have not but only look around you: the trees, the grasses, the birds of the sky and the animals of the land...”

The discussion then continued into differences and similarities between various religions and deities that the travelers worshipped or knew. Like the llama man Osod philosophized, “The diversity of our Gods is like the manifold colors of the rainbows of Mater.” Mostly talk went in good spirit, but there were some disagreements and moments of raised voices, which Osod calmed swiftly with his monkly ponderings. It was late night when it ended and the last ones finally went to sleep.



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9th of Felsite, 383

At first light the journey continued and before the sun was fully risen, they came to a crossroads with thick and tall pecan tree growing in the middle. On the south side of the road atop a slope they saw low walls of limestone.

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They walked up the hill to the wall, but the gates were barred. The hedgehog man Pife knew that this place was Lestusothsin, Rabbitbowed (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8470878#msg8470878), a way temple dedicated Ôsed. It was curious that entry was shut for such places were supposed to welcome visitors and offer shelter for the traveler. It was silent and still. No guard was seen on the walls nor nothing heard from within.

Sibrek and Astesh, along with Pife, were a bit disappointed that they could not go and pay their respects at the temple and give offerings to the monks.



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The fair weather of the early morning did not last long and soon after they had passed the way temple the sky darkened and it began to rain. All soaked and drenched they continued their journey, not speaking much to each other, as wet fur, feathers or beard made moods dour and grumpy.

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Before midday they had covered a fair distance over the Steppe of Trades. The scenerey had changed much and looking across the green lightly wooded plains and slopes to the west they caught a glimpse of the sands of the Dune of Haze. In the south they could see signs of civilization: farmsteads, fields and a clusters of houses forming a hamlet in the south-east, and in the south-west -- where the road led -- they saw what looked to be a town.

“T-t-that is D-D-Deadhollow,” Pife stammered pointing at the hamlet. “Despite it's n-n-name it is just an ordinary village. I believe it's part of the C-C-Cobalt Empire.”

He then looked at the town, swallowed, before continuing, “That is Unitebrands. W-w-we do not want to g-g-go there...”

“How so? What's wrong with it?” Tanzul asked.

“The d-d-dead walk there...” Pife squeaked, clearly frightened even though the town was a fair distance away. He then with a hushed voice, stammering less than usual, recounted how spies had infiltrated Unitebrands and paved way for the Prestigious Glazes to take over it during the great wars that swept the land long ago. Since then it had been under their rule.

“Huh. Necromancers,” Galel said, squinting his eyes as he peered towards the town and rubbed his beak. “So their grip extends this far then.”

Sibrek and Astesh waved their paws making signs to ward off evil.



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They headed to the village of Deadhollow, deciding to pass through. As they walked along the dirt road that wound through it, they noticed the fields were untended and barren, many houses were in ruins and the rest looked abandoned.

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Next to one abandoned house was a statue and an altar with a die on it. They would not have paid much attention to it, but Edzul the Silent stopped at it, observing it carefully. It depicted a human with fancy garb and many pouches of coins on his belt. It was Owba the North, the god of trade from the Distant Confederations.

Edzul gestured and fluttered his hands frantically at the statue, waited, then nodded, waved some more, waited once again -- only then to shake his head and make a tsk-tsk sound before turning away. It was as if he was having a wordless conversation with the statue.



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From the abandoned village of Deadhollow they headed south among less treaded paths, following streams and routes that looked best suited for travel. Their hope was to cross the Steppe of Trades and reach the wider river cutting across it before the end of the day.

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Across the open fields of swaying grass they walked, taking in the beauty of lone cherry trees in blossom, and passing larger and smaller boulders of limestone scattered here and there -- it was as if it had been a stone-hurling range for titans and giants from a time before time.

The sky had cleared when they left Deadhollow and the sun was heading swiftly to the west. It was unlikely they would make it as far this day as they hoped.

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At the edge of the Swamps of Noiselessness they stopped at a large clear spring encircled by willows. The water seeped and branched through thick mossy ground and formed the beginnings of a brook. The water was fresh and ice cold -- a good place to refresh oneself and fill the waterskins.

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Night began to fall after some more travel, but they were still not at the river. They were, however, walking along the banks of a stream that flowed into it. They would make it there early in the morrow. Now it was time to search for a place to make camp.



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It was a cold evening with a clear sky, the stars once again twinkling their light above. The travelers huddled around their campfire for warmth. The flames flickered and wood crackled under the canopy of a cherry tree, surrounded by dense grasses moving and rustling in the breeze.

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“It is fortunate we have not run into anything worse than hungry coyotes,” Astesh the capybara woman said to Galel. “And I pray to Ôsed it stays that way. The Dignified Swamps are not too far to the west from here, and it is said that the minotaur -- a terrible man-bull -- Ared Cyclonechampion the Outrageous makes his lair somewhere within the dismal bogs.”

“T-t-those swamps are lands fought over b-b-by several kingdoms,” Pife added in.

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“It would be a great service for all good peoples if these creatures of the Night stalked these lands no longer,” Maloy said, peering towards the west. “I know from legend of the crooked man Sor Sabletombs, a twisted abomination stalking the lands from the Just Union to the Distant Confederations. He comes in the dark of night to homesteads, capturing the unexpecting and taking them away with him... It is said he twists them into the likes of him.”

“It would be a deed worthy of heroes to put an end to such beings,” Galel said in agreement.

The llama man Osod then rose up, looked at the others and spoke, “It is true that these beings, they cause much woe and suffering... Yet we must not forget that they, too, are created by the Gods to walk these lands. What their purpose is may be unclear to us and seem cruel and evil. But remember, there can be no Light without Darkness.”

There was a bit of confusion and murmuring, but silence soon fell as none were feeling like contesting the llama man monk's words. Instead talk split into several smaller discussions and chattering sounded around the fire.

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Before sleep, Coni stood up and asked if they should sing a song or two. Everyone agreed to it, and Coni cleared her voice and began singing 'My Friend Shanks'. Her singing was a bit rusty and she fumbled in the beginnings, but as the song progressed, she got a hang of it and all in all it was a decent performance.

The simulation of instruments by the others was terrible, however.



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10th of Felsite, 383

It was still early morning when they caught glimpse of the river in the south and signs of civilization in the south-east along its banks. There was said to be bridge that crossed the river somewhere west of where the stream they were following joined the river.

And at the bridge there should be a fortified inn: a place where they could replenish their supplies and have a drink or two.



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When they reached the wide river, they followed it downstream. Ahead they already saw the limestone walls of the inn and the large main structure looming above them. From within the walls they heard the clucking of chickens and snorting of pigs -- this place, at least, was not abandoned.

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The inn rose up high, a causeway leading up to its entry guarded by statues. Edzul seeing them, pointed excitedly at the stone figures, but when none seemed so keen on it, his face turned sour. He then made a few swift gestures, crossed his arms across his chest and puffed a few times.

“What's his problem?” Galel asked Pife motioning towards the dwarf with his head.

“I-I think he means that we should p-p-pay more attention to w-w-what he says,” the hedgehog man replied with an unsure voice.

“Well, come on now, let's get going up then,” Tanzul, noticing the exchange, said to the two as he headed for the ramp.

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Up they walked to sturdy double doors of oak, pushed them open and stepped into the dimly lit inn. A large, high hall opened before them with pillars of stone in the middle, tables and booths were set on the sides and stairs led up to a railed platform with more tables.

A homely and loud voice rang from within to greet them, “Welcome, welcome! Come in travelers, take a seat and enjoy a drink! We rarely get guests this time of the year in Hushedfins and the Familial Brim!”



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A bit of a travel montage episode with nothing much happening and lots of discussions.

To compensate that I made some special extra art to accompany it! (Disclaimer: Artistic liberties taken in character equipment and animal person sizes.)

We actually saw quite a number of adventure camps I've made along the way there: there was the tomb in the stone (which we didn't visit; I actually "buried" there all the dead that Avolition assassinated in Controlledseal during their turn -- got annoyed by the corpses laying around), the way temple (which we didn't visit either), and then finally the fortified inn (which we are visiting!).

Since there's not so much happening in the world outside our actions, I'm going to make a bit more stuff up by myself (which'll probably contradict Legends eventually). Just thought to mention. Hope you guys don't mind.

Next update at some point. No idea if I'll have a break or not.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on October 15, 2023, 07:48:53 pm
The convenient thing is that even the real me loves cold weather...now if only I could get such a majestic nose
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on October 22, 2023, 02:56:46 pm
Part XIII:
Pig's Milk

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10th of Felsite, 383

“Quenir was smiling upon you then,” the innkeeper said to the travelers sitting in the booth as they told of their journey. “Why in the name of Nubpo did you come through Deadhollows?”

Papos Squeezedpunches was the keeper of Hushedfins, these fortified grounds, and proprietor of the Familial Brim, the inn proper. He was a muscular human, with thick sideburns and short reddish brown hair with a slightly receding hairline. When the odd group of travelers had arrived he had immediately directed them to a table and brought them beer to drink, eager to hear stories from the outside world.

“Why? It is not safe?” Maloy the elephant seal man looked up from his mug.

“Oh no, not at all... But not the most dangerous of places. It turned foul decades ago, but was abandoned quite recently,” Papos continued, wiping his hands on his apron. “Like so many other villages in these troubled lands, Deadhollow was slowly dying. Everyone was moving to look for a better life away from the shadow cast by Unitebrands when a necromancer came to the town. Now, at first, the locals thought of him as but an old eccentric man. Not long did it take after his arrival that word spread of odd things happening at the abandoned keep. And not long after that, queer folk began visiting -- you know, the types you don't want to run into alone in the woods. The ones honest, decent people want nothing to do with. Bandits and such, obviously. Bullying, extortion, 'protection money'... Then people began disappearing. Whispers and rumors of vile deeds... Soon the true nature of the 'old man' was revealed: he was a necromancer.”

“Oh d-d-dear, oh dear me...” Pife piped out and began rummaging through his pack, pulling out papers and writing material. As he began hastily scribbling notes, he muttered aloud, “I must get all this down... The records w-w-were all wrong... Such dreadful things could happen!”

“Eh, it seems there's necromancers everywhere here,” Galel said with his beak all foamy. “Either that or then empty villages in ruins.”

“Ah, you are unfortunately right, my friend ostrich!” Papos sighed and leaned on the end of the large oaken table. “We can hardly call ourselves a kingdom anymore. Though lawgiver we still have, there is barely anything left of the Just Union. We never were a large force to begin with, so it is no wonder that when the Wars began, we were among the first to falter and fail.”

“But did not that all happen a long time ago? Surely there has been time to rebuild?” Tanzul asked the innkeeper, curious to know more of these lands. No matter how many times he heard stories of the wars and rampaging undead, he could not remember the timelines nor understand why is everything still in ruins. “Forgive my ignorance, I am from a place untouched by the evil of the sorcerors -- though we know of them.”

“Alas, when kingdoms fall, they tend not to rise. When lawlessness descends on the lands, petty lords of lesser virtue bicker for power. Hardly better than bandit chiefs, they care not for the land, its people nor legacy of ancient past. Rebuilding is no concern of their when all they care for is riches and power. So it is that we have remained a land of little significance in the greater picture of things,” Papos frowned.

“And so the evil keeps its hold,” Maloy added with a nod, his nose wobbling. He then shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying to get into a more comfortable position -- it is not easy for one with flippers to sit on human seating -- before continuing, “Has there not been anyone to challenge the necromancers?”

“Oh, plenty. All failed. For how does one fight that which is already dead, which becomes stronger with every death?” The innkeeper kept going, eager to see new faces and just talk. “However, a most peculiar thing happened some ten years ago: a band of unknown adventurers went to the tower of Finderblunts... And they slew the necromancers residing there! Now, no details of the story are known, or who they even were, but rumor has it that they were animal people -- like you!”

“Some tales have reached Controlledseal telling of strangers from distant lands coming and battling the evil, then disappearing,” Sibrek popped in. “Most thought of them as mere inventions of one with a wild imagination... This is new to me that it indeed happened.”

“Well, whoever they were, apparently they didn't get all the necromancers,” Galel scoffed from within his mug.

“Unfortunately true again! The sorcerors of Finderblunts were from a different group than the ones who have wrought most pain and suffering... Yet, without such a heroic deed, there would not be this grand inn to visit,” Papos motioned widely with his hand at the large hall they were in, visibly proud of the structure.

“Things turned calmer after. Folk got braver. Stopped fearing their own shadows and came out. And so eventually we built this place, under the protection and backing of baron Puja Paleshove of Castle Autumnalblots. We have been open only for a few years, and the walls we finished just before the snow fell this winter... Ah, but I am getting carried away now and test your patience. Your meals should arrive soon enough. You'll be in for a treat, I'll say: Anir is the best cook in these lands -- his roasted pheasant fit for a king's feast,” Papos beamed with pride, then looked around him, bent as far over the table as he could and whispered while shielding his mouth with his hand, “But between us, he is a very sour and unlikable fellow. And he makes a horrible mess.”



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As the rest continued their discussion with the innkeep while waiting for their meals, Galel stepped out. He was not interested in the 'skulking vermin' that had made old abandoned towns and hamlets their home, nor the 'people of questionable character' who traded illicit goods with the minions of the necromancers in Unitebrands. He wasn't especially interested in the tomb of some old dead king just south the bridge where traveling merchants used to make camp before the inn was built.

No, what he wanted was this journey to be over with and their job as hired guards done well. He wasn't in this for a history lecture or lesson in geography.

Galel stretched his feathery arms, twirled his shoulders a couple of times and strutted down the ramp. He was curious about the wooden stairs leading to a door below the main entrance he had seen. It was something that had for some reason caught his interest when they entered inn grounds.

“Mind if I join?” The jolly voice of Coni rang from behind. Galel turned around and sure enough, the hamster woman was hopping gaily down the ramp to him.

“Couldn't handle all that blathering either, eh?” Galel grinned.

“No, not really,” Coni replied with a coy smile. “I'm bored and tired of all the talk. I need some excitement! Some exploring!”

“Well... I was just about to head up yonder and see what's with that door,” Galel pointed at the top of the stairs. “I bet it's off-limits for visitors.”

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Just as Galel was about to try the door, they heard sounds from inside: the banging of pots, something been thrown and then clattering followed by a lot of angry yelling and cussing.

“Ooh, now this is exciting!” Coni smiled gleefully as Galel pushed the door open slowly, as quietly as possible.

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Galel opened the door just enough for him to stick his head and long neck through the gap and peer in. Coni followed suit squeezing her head through the opening, her round cheeks plopping and hair all fluffing once through.

A strong odor of cooked vegetables and meats mixed with not-so-fresh foods and the spicy smell of boiling wort wafted into their nostrils. In front of them opened a large kitchen area with a wide fireplace on the right side. Several cauldrons of varying sizes were boiling on the fire and a short bald human with his back turned on the two was stirring them, throwing more spices and ingredients into them once in a while.

Next to the cooking area and its tables in the corner was some kind of a small brewery with its own fire going. A wide vat was boiling on it and a long staff leaned against it. An angry looking man with a stubble of a beard and a shiny bald head was facing a dwarf lady who stood stiff and looked all frozen.

A cat looked and hissed at the two from behind a barrel, its back arched and tail hair standing.

“You scared the cat,” the dwarf blurted out with a shaky voice.

“Scared the cat!? SCARED THE CAT!? You've ruined my best barrel with your dairy antics and all you have to say is that I scared the cat,” The man yelled at the dwarf's face with such force that one could almost feel a strong gale blowing. “You stupid, stupid swineherd, have you ever not thought that everything here isn't for your outrageous cheese experiments! Now look! Look around you! Look on the floor!”

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The man pointed at the floor which had spatterings and smears of a creamy liquid on it.

“It's just a wee bit of milk, Wimad, sir,” the dwarf replied, trying to gather her courage to confront the brewer. “No harm's ever come of it to nobody, sir.”

“No harm!?” Wimad, the brewer, looked at the dwarf confounded as he rubbed his forehead. “No harm! I bloody slipped on it and hit my head just a moment ago! Almost knocked the mash tun over!“

“Uh, I can...” The dwarf managed to get out.

“I don't want to hear it, you arse-fed muckroot!  You bloody muttonhead of a dwarf... Milking a pig in the kitchen... Pig's milk... And out of all possible buckets and pots, you store the bloody milk in MY BEST BARREL!”

“It's not bloody--,” The dwarf tried to protest.

“OH SHUT YOUR TRAP FOR ONCE YOU TICKLE-BRAINED LOUT!” The brewer screamed. The cat behind the barrel arched its back even more and hissed louder.

“'Ey! Calm down over there! Ease up with Idar, will you?” The cook yelled from the fireplace. “I mean, she's got a point. Sort of. That a small amount of milk don't hurt no one. It's not like there ain't no potato peels, onion skins or even rotten grain left over from your brewings lying around the floor for one to slip on.”

“Oh come now,” Wimad rolled his eyes as he turned to face the cook. “You can't possibly side with the stunted pig-loving scut in this one, Anir? She's practically ruined my barrel -- The Barrel. It's all sticky and smelly now.”

“Yes, yes, I heard it the first time,” Anir, the cook, sighed loudly and frustratedly. “Just send her off to fetch water from the river and wash it. It'll be good as new after a good rinsing and scrubbing. Trust me.”

“Whatever, then. Let the dim-witted sot get away. Again.” The brewer said with a voice of disapproval, but he didn't begin arguing. He turned back to the dwarf who was still standing stiff like a stick and all silent. “Well, you heard the man then. What are you waiting for, you saddle-goose? Fetch a pail of water. Scrub the barrel. Clean the floor! Off you go now, you milk-livered pignut!”

If a beak could have a smile wider than a melon, it would not be enough to describe the breadth of Galel's smile. He was thrilled and excited by this exchange he witnessed, making mental notes of the insults hurled at the dwarf. Yes, this was much, much more pleasing than listening to stories of how some old fop back in the day became king or what ailed the sheep of the neighboring village three and a half months back... Well, the others didn't exactly discuss such things back above, but they might just as well have.

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The dwarf turned to head for the door and the brewer returned to his vat, grabbing the staff and beginning to stir as he grumbled and cussed under his breath. As the dwarf walked towards the door, she noticed Galel standing in the doorway -- which was now wide open -- and Coni peeking from behind.

“Hey! You're not supposed to be here!” Idar, the dwarf, said surprised and caught off-guard by the onlookers.

“What?“ Anir the cook said as he looked over his shoulder, noticed the two, then turned around quickly, raising his ladle up high. “Who're you? What're you doing in my kitchen?”

“Ah... We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere,” Galel explained hastily as the dwarf waltzed past him with speed, grabbing a copper bucket from the floor.

“Indeed you have!” The cook puffed with disapproval as the dwarf vanished out the door.

“Look, we're just visitors stretching our legs,” Coni hopped in, putting on the most innocent of faces she could muster. “And we heard some commotion, banging and such. Thought that maybe someone was need of help or something.”

“Well... There's no harm in that,” The cook nodded, lowering the ladle. “But there's no need for help here, unless you want to help Idar scrub some floors and barrels, that is... I'm not keen on outsiders coming into the kitchen, sticking their noses -- beaks -- in my cookings.” He continued, glancing worriedly at the table closest to the door.

“You'd better head back up: the bloated tubers'll take some time still to cook, and, ah, the pheasant isn't roasted proper yet.” He said looking at Galel and Coni warily.

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Galel looked at the table. There was plucked poultry on it and a dead seagull with feathers and all still on it, and a bronze meat cleaver leaning against one of the table legs. No sign of pheasant, though.

“Pheasant. Right...” The ostrich man said as he looked suspiciously at the unprepared meat. “Awfully small pheasants you have here.”

“What? You finding fault in my cookings and ingredients?” The cook said with anger clearly growing and ladle beginning to wave menacingly. “That does it then! You get out of my kitchen now! Out! OUT YOU TWO! NOW!”



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Galel and Coni walked across the inn's grounds, its grass dotted with flowers in bloom. They were headed to the river where the dwarf had gone.

“That was mighty mean from the brewer,” Coni said frowning. “And from the cook, too, to kick us out like that.”

“What?” Galel said startledly as he snapped out from his thoughts. “No, I mean yes. In a sense, sure. But I'd be angry too if I'd fall over on some spilled hippo's milk or whatever... And, to be fair, we weren't exactly supposed to be in there.”

“Still, that dwarf looked so crushed,” Coni continued. “Utterly devastated and shaken.”

“Oh yes, and my, oh my, what words that brewer used!” Galel chuckled to himself thinking of all the insults.

Coni glared at Galel and didn't reply.

They crossed a wide sturdy limestone bridge leading across the river. The dwarf was on the other side, sitting at the river bank with the bucket next to her.

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As the hamster woman and ostrich man walked to Idar the dwarf, she was with her head bent down, cradling her legs with her arms and sobbing to herself. As the shadows of the two fell on her, she turned to look up, her eyes all misty from tears, which she quickly tried to wipe away.

“I got a piece of --sniff-- grass in my eye,” she explained, blinking her moisty eyes, her nose all runny. “Got hay fever, too, --sniff-- I think.”

“It's alright, you doing fine there?” Coni said, putting her paw gently on the dwarf's shoulder. “I can help you with the water. Here, let me fill the bucket.”

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And so the copper bucket was filled by the hamster woman. The dwarf was surprised by this unexpected kindness, stood up and wiped the grass and dirt from her robe's hem and behind.

“Why thank you, um... Miss...?” She said to Coni, a little bit of a smile growing on her face.

“Coni. Just Coni,” the hamster woman replied. “And this is Galel, my friend. He likes to bicker, so don't mind him. He's a pest.”

“Such a pleasure, ma'am,” Galel bowed exaggeratedly deeply with a trail of sarcasm in his voice.

“It's just that people have no respect these days. Absolutely no respect!” The dwarf then said, forgetting all her sadness. “Calling me a swineherd and what-not nonsensical names. Swineherd! Of all things! Can you believe that?”

“Well, yes, I ca--ow!--,” Galel began to make a remark, but was cut short by Coni jabbing her elbow in his gut.

“Ah, there were days when cheesemakers were held in the highest regard. The master curdlers of the mountain halls valued even more so than the forge masters. The butteries' pillars gilded with gold and platinum, the molds crafted of the finest of tunnel tube and inlaid with silver and rubies...” The dwarf said dreamily and full of wonder, motioning with her hand to a distant time and place.

“Oh, those were the days of glory,” she sighed. “If only I had lived then. To experience it. All the range of divine smells of the Grand Cheese Bazaar: the faint and delicate pungent ones, the buttery and fatty ones, the yeasty and nutty ones laced with the aroma of a dwarf's most beloved socks...”

“I'm sure you'll find the respect you deserve,” Coni said encouragingly, trying hard not to think of the stench of old dwarf socks. “The love of cheese is a...a... acquired taste. Yes. Some just don't, um, understand it. Maybe you just have to find the proper place?”

“Say! You're right you are there!” Idar turned to look at the hamster woman with her eyes now shining. “Was it... Uh, Coni...? Did I get it right? I'm not all so good with names not of dwarf-make.”

“M-hm,” Coni nodded. Galel sighed impatiently, looking back at the inn, tapping his foot on the grass.

“Say, with my skill, I'm bound to find the proper appreciation. These long-legs here -- no offense ostrich, I mean the humans with it -- have no idea of the noble art of caseiculture. They're below such matters of higher taste, the lowliest of low. Ignorant witless serfs, the peasantest of peasants,” Idar said, now brimming with a newfound confidence. “You know what? You did me a great service, you two. Now, I don't like normally taking advice, but what you said stirred something in me... Something I've been wanting to do for quite some time now.”

“What's that?” Galel turned to the dwarf.

“I'll head back there and set things straight. Tell them all that it's over. Papos can keep his sodding inn with almost no customers, Wimad pretend to be a master brewer instead of the lousy alewife he is, and Anir can call scraps of seagull meat kingly pheasant roast all he wants,” A boldness and defiance now echoed in the dwarf's voice. “Oh, I'll show them. I'm done with this place.”

She then grabbed the bucket and marched with long strides and determination back to the inn, leaving Galel and Coni dumbstruck on the river bank.

“Huh. I wasn't expecting that...” Coni finally said after a moment of awkward silence.

“Dwarves,” Galel shrugged his shoulders. “You never know what goes on in their thick heads.”



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Galel and Coni returned to the inn's main hall to find that discussions with Papos were still going on, Pife scribbling notes as fast as he could, his pen almost smoking. There was more talk of local history (of which much was probably only legend, Papos said) and what lay between here and Waterlures. Sibrek asked about trade and what goods the merchants going to the capybara man town were most set on, and upon learning that quality second hand clothing from the dyeries and tailors of Waterlures was a much desired article by the fripperers, he promised to make sure such things were delivered in large quantities.

At some point Papos had himself excused after Alir, a barmaid who they had exchanged a few words with along the day, came to him whispering something with a very troubled look. Papos said he had to 'attend to some problems -- minor issues only, mind you -- with the kitchen staff.' When he returned, he was clearly trying to keep up a smile to hide a worried face, wiping beads of sweat now and then off his brow while keeping the guests company.

The meal arrived quite late and left much to be desired. It was hardly the advertised 'king's feast', or then there was much for the people of the Just Union to learn in the culinary arts. Galel and Coni didn't touch the 'pheasant' roast, but the others ate it eagerly. “This is quite good, actually. A bit tough and sinewy perhaps, but good,” Maloy said of it. The Longland beer served with it was stale and watery, the tuber stew more of a slop with slimy lumps in it than proper food, and the bread was old and moldy. The cheese, though, it was good -- the best cheese they had ever had (which, admittedly, didn't require that much in the case of some, like Dimbulb).

Eventually time came to leave and say goodbyes. Many more hours had passed than they had expected, and evening was approaching. The innkeeper asked were they not sure they didn't want to stay over the night, but the travelers insisted that they had to continue on their journey. They thanked for the hospitality, food and company, Sibrek and Astesh paying an extra amount of coin for all the trouble, promising to put in a good word for the establishment. Papos' eyes gleamed at the sight of the coins saying “It was fate that guided you here, praised be Nubpo,” and welcomed them to come again for a visit the next time they were around.



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As the group was walking towards the bridge to cross the river, a voice yelled from behind them.

“Hey! Wait a moment, will you?”

They recognized the voice and as they turned around, sure enough, it was Idar the dwarf who was jogging after them. She carried a pack, had changed clothes to something more travel-suited and had a copper mace strapped to her belt.

“You folks're headed south, right?” The dwarf asked as she came to them. “So am I.”

“Yes, we are... What did you have on your mind?” Tanzul replied with surprise and hesitation. There were general confused looks among the group, except Galel and Coni looked at each other knowingly and sighed. It was obvious to them what was happening.

“Well... We all know the roads can be dangerous. Nasty business going all alone, bogeymen and such,” Idar began, trying to not sound desperate. “I've been, um, wanting to travel south for a while now, yes. Just didn't want to do the trek all alone, so I've waited for the summer caravans to come through and join them...”

“Go on,” Tanzul said.

“Well, so I was thinking there, just as you were leaving, 'hey these folks're going the same way the merchants will, but only earlier',” the dwarf continued explaining.

“So you thought that maybe you could join us?” Sibrek hopped in, taking measure of the dwarf and doing some risk calculations in his head.

“Why, yes... I mean, if it would be no problem...,” Idar wavered a bit as she saw some furrowed brows among the travelers and Sibrek eyeing her intently. She then sighed, cleared her throat and continued, “Look, thing is that I don't get along in here -- I hate it, it's awful! -- and the sooner I get away, the better. I can fend well enough for myself, so you won't have to be looking out for me.” She patted her mace.

“I'll pay even,” She added before anyone had time to reply. “Dwarven coin, if it makes a difference.”

“I see no problem in it,” Maloy said shrugging his shoulders. “One more among us won't hurt at all. Besides, I'd be glad to hear more about you dwarven lot and your customs.”

There was murmuring and nods of acceptance. Nobody objected to it, though Galel's expression said that he was irresolute on the matter. Coni, on the other hand, was delighted that the dwarf came along.

And so Idar the Cheesemaker joined the group on their journey to the South.



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So, even more talking this time and practically no walking.

Was just messing around with the adventure camp inn and had fun role-playing all the characters there and making up these scenes. Then I noticed the write-up is starting to get quite long, so I decided better not to continue any further and just post this kind of one then.

We'll eventually get to Waterlures.

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Edit. Here's a Stonesense screenshot of the inn grounds:
Spoiler: Hushedfins (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 02, 2023, 02:13:52 pm
Just an update on the situation.

Currently working on the next writeup, though progress has been slow. Haven't really been much in the mood to play, but been enjoying when I do.

I hope I'll have it done before next week, but that depends on what kind of flow I get into.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 03, 2023, 06:49:06 pm
Its always nice to read the updates and see how its going, no rush to play if you not feeling up to it and im more than happy to run the world of a bit again if you want.

Hope you are well!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 06, 2023, 07:41:24 am
Part XIV:
The Old Elf Lands

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10th of Felsite, 383

The sun was heading to the west when the travelers crossed the bridge over the Rooters of Buttering, continuing their long journey to the South and Waterlures.

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They had walked only a few dozen yards when they sighted a flock of rabbits grazing among the lush meadow-grass. Seeing the approaching group, the rabbits raised their ears and swiftly jolted away in different directions.

“It is a sign! A sign from Ôsed!” Astesh said clasping her hands in front of her chest.

“Blessed are we by Her presence, indeed!” Sibrek said with glee as the rabbits scurried away in alarm. “Oh Ôsed, Almighty in the Sky, thanked and praised you be for your guidance and protection on this journey of ours!”



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They circled around the old tombs of Parchedblew where ancient law-givers of the Just Union were buried. The stories told by Papos of the place had made them wary and cautious of the place. One might never know if the taint of necromancy still lingered upon it or restless spirits stalked the surroundings.

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The sun was low in the clear western sky as they followed Risenwheel, a brook bordering the Playfull Hill and the Steppe of Trades. In the southeast they caught glimpse of the towers of a fortified structure peeking above treetops. It was most likely Bridledsandaled, which had once been built by a powerful group of bandits according to Papos' legends. Whether it was still occupied by them, he knew not.

The travelers decided not to find out. The safety of the non-fighters was first, not heading off to do heroic deeds.



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The setting sun painted the sky in vivid colors, turning from a fiery orange to purples and pinks. The group was at the outskirts of the Awe-Inspiring Forest, searching for a place to set camp before it was dark. A cold moist rose from the grass, seeping through their clothes -- a reminder that summer was still some ways off.

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Tanzul made a fire from some dry fallen branches between a tall and thick highwood tree and a walnut tree, next to a pond with reeds growing on its banks. It was a good spot, sheltered from the cold wind that blew from the east that rustled the grass and leaves and bit through cloth.

“We may not have made much headway this day,” Maloy said as he threw a few larger pieces of wood into the fire. “But it was a pleasant stay at the inn. The pheasant roast -- though small it was -- itself made it a worthwile stop.”

“Hm, other than that, the meal was a bit of a disappointment, I'll have to say,” Sibrek said, his eyes locked on the dancing sparks and flames. “Yet, despite not being the best of meals, it was a nice change to what we have had on the road. A 'king's feast', certainly not, but satisfying enough it was, yes.”

“It was food and it filled us,” Osod, the llama man joined in. “One must learn to appreciate even the smallest of things the Gods put before us. There may come a day when one looks back at the stew and roast with yearning -- sustenance should not be taken for granted.”

“Of course it should not be taken for granted!” Idar scoffed. “Only a fool would think so!”

“There is no need for raised voices,” Osod turned to the dwarf calmly. “What one may think clear, may not be such at another time. Clarity is not given either, and temerity may lead to blindness.”

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“Well, as long as one pays their respects to the Gods, one need not worry of hunger,” Idar continued, easing down her tone. “The Morning of Wind will see to it that the fields grow wheat, the bushes prickle berries and the hollows of Deler's peaks have an abundance of plump helmets. One just has to remember that she requires her due. Before planting: the Ceremony of Ash and the Rites of Seed and Sowing; in late Felsite -- not long from now -- the sacrificing of the largest of sprouts during the Dance of Beginning; the Festival of Cheese and Dimples in high summer; and all the regular offerings, daily prayers, and so on, so on...”

Osod looked patiently, waiting for Idar to continue.

“You remember these -- of course, the priests handle most of it -- and there'll be food. No doubt about it. But you neglect them, well, you can blame yourself,” the dwarf continued, stoking the fire with a stick. “The real catch is that there are all these nasty buggers of darker gods that like to mess things up. Break the order of things. Nökor the Dead Funeral of Tombs coming to wilt the plants when all should be well -- and not only plants, mind you, she'll come for anything living, torment them enough that they end their lives willingly... And as if she wouldn't be enough, there's a whole slew of others, like Bazsa the Sinful and the Hellish.”

“The Reviled Ones,” Maloy raised his head and said instinctively upon hearing the names. “Cursed be them for defiling these once pure lands.”

Idar paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. She tapped her foot on the ground nervously, not sure of where her train of thought was headed and she didn't like that. It made her feel frail and insecure.

“Ach, so you see, it is the bad ones you have to worry 'bout. They're the ones causing uncertainty,” she concluded rather anticlimactically.

“Hm. I see you agree with me then, in a manner,” Osod said stoically. The llama man's answer confused Idar. She did not get what the camelid was implying. Osod noticed Idar's baffled look and continued,  “It is like the Way of Mater: we can but follow the Rainbow when he shows it to us, we may guess what lies along the path when we walk under its many colors, but we may never know what awaits us at its end until our mortal bodies come to the end of their journey.”

“Well, I dunno about gods and such... Never been one for them, I guess,” Dimbulb, who was having real difficulties following the conversation, chipped in hesitantly. “I mean, all those rituals and such sound like an awful lot to do... I never done so, no prayer or such to those beings. I just been taking care of myself and my buddies, and, and most the time we got something to eat... I think it's enough.”

“And right you are there,” Osod turned to the hippo man smiling and put a hand up on his shoulder. “You, at least, have learned to appreciate the simple things.”



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11th of Felsite, 383

Tanzul snapped awake to the whisper of Dimbulb and a nudging on his shoulder, “There's sumthin' moving there.”

It was dark, but the stars in the night and the still crackling fire gave some light. Galel was up, too, and Coni, waking folk up one by one.

Tanzul grabbed his spear as he got up and peered into the dark. It was hard to be certain, but it surely looked like something -- somethings -- were moving. Slowly approaching.

Like a predator stalking its prey.

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Before the travelers could prepare their defenses a giant dingo jumped on Coni from within a dense thicket of bamboo with much barking and branches snapping.

Fortunately Coni had quick reflexes and she leapt aside, kicking the dingo hard in its paw as it streaked past her.

More giant dingoes rushed forth from the dark. There was a whole pack of them.

Battle began with everyone struggling for their lives, swinging here and there hoping to score a hit in the dark. It was a flurry of fur, tumbling bodies and flashing steel with lots of yelling, screaming and barking.

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Idar yelled in pain as one of the giant dingoes bit her in the chest with its huge maw. The teeth dug in, tearing flesh and muscle. The dwarf felt a sticky warmth begin to grow in her side as she bashed her assaillant with her flail.

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Tanzul lost focus for a moment when Idar screamed again after another vicious bite sunk in. Before he regained his composure and managed to pull his spear from the head of a dingo he had put down, another feral beast sprang on him, flinging him backwards and on the ground, stunned.

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The world spun around Tanzul in a blur and all he could make out in his daze was Galel yelling, “AGH! You mangy bastard!” as one of the monsters tore into the ostrich man's wing. He heard it followed by Coni's shouting, “Hold on Galel! I'm coming!”

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Galel screeched in pain as the dingo shook him by the wing. He could feel something vital being torn apart.

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Poor Pife tried his best to dodge and avoid the fighting in his panic, but his jittery jumping only attracted the attention of one of the beasts. It rushed to him and bit him in the leg. It was fortunately not a deep wound, but enough to make Pife fall down.

Instinctively Pife punched at the creature as he fell, hitting it rather ineffectively, and then curled into a ball, hoping his spikes would discourage any further attacks.

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“They're everywhere! They're trying to encircle us!” Maloy yelled as he struck his spear into the gut of one dingo. “Stand your ground! Don't let them separate us!”

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The fight went on and on. It was hard to know how they were faring against the giant dingoes amidst all the chaos and darkness. The air was filled with snarls and yelps, thuds and cracks, yells and screams, and the occasional moan and whimper.

But despite the havoc it seemed that the heap of dingo corpses kept slowly growing, while all the adventurers were still up and breathing -- or at least not unconscious or dead.

Soon the last of the dingoes ran whimpering into the woods. As a couple of the party turned to run after it, Sibrek looked around worriedly and shouted, “Where's Astesh?”

Then they heard a scream from the opposite direction.

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All turned to run towards the scream.

They came upon Astesh whose clothes were badly torn and soaked in blood. She was just rolling away from a dingo's onslaught as the first of her rescuers arrived, Idar's mace hitting the chubby beast in the belly with a mighty slap and Maloy's fist crushing its rear paw.

But the dingo put up a good fight -- it dodged and shook off blows, biting Idar nastily several times. It looked like things would turn bad for the dwarf until Maloy grabbed the monster by the scruff, bit it in the head, his majestic nose flopping over the dingo's eyes.

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Maloy savaged the beast by shaking its head firmly in his mouth. There was crunching, squishing and spurting and finally a loud snap as the dingo fell to the ground with a whimper.

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The elephant seal man then put it out of its misery with a spear to the head.



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Osod was tending to the wounds of Idar who was in a bad shape. She was bleeding from multiple wounds around her body, the ones on her right side and gut looking the worst. She couldn't stand on her own and was propped against the trunk of the thick highwood tree at the camp. Her flail was on the grass next to her and she tried to still grip it, but her hold was weak and her breath was heavy.

“These bites go deep,” the llama man said with his calm voice, though it contained a hint of worry as he inspected the wounds closer.

“I'm a --wheeze-- mess, ain't I?” Idar wheezed and grimaced. “It hurts... It's --wheeze-- hard to breathe... Say, there isn't much hope for me, right?”

“You may still pull through. I do not think it is as bad as it looks,” Osod answered. “But I do not want to give any false hopes. I will look over you for the rest of the night, stay and keep company. If there is still breath in you when day dawns, the Gods have decided it was not your time...”

“Well, guess I got some --wheeze-- breathing to do then,” Idar said and tried to smile, but managed only a pained grin. “Not going to give Nökor the pleasure to get this --wheeze-- dwarf give up life, if I have a say...”

There were many wounded after the fight. It was by far the worst Tanzul and his group had faced during their journeys. Pife was in shock and unable to stand at the moment. His wounds, however, were not bad and would heal quick. Astesh was shaken and had lost her ability to grasp, but despite all her gruesome wounds she would live, though she would have to manage without her right ear.

And Galel... Galel was faint due to blood loss, his right wing hanging limp and all bloodied. It was unlikely the wing would heal, but then again, a ostrich man's wings are pretty pointless anyway: what use are wings that are unable to fly?



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In the morning things looked brighter -- everyone was still alive and Idar breathed normally. A crutch was made for her from plum wood and the journey south continued in fair weather. If all went well they would arrive in Waterlures within a couple of days.



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They reached the southern end of the Steppe of Trades, traveled through a small stretch of the Jungle of Intricacies and came to the Teal Swamps before morning was over.

The natural scenery in the forested wetlands was amazing: stretches of reeds still half-frozen, the icy bog ground crunching beneath their feet, brooks and streams joining in a gorge to form a larger waterway...

“Look at the beauty of these lands,” Maloy said as he took in the view.

“Yes, one can almost forget the dreadful events of last night,” Astesh replied as she watched a flock of birds fly over them. “And all the dangers that lurk in these wild lands... But we survived the beasts sent by the Prince. Ôsed guided our paws in the fight. The Rabbit protects us, and if She wills, we will reach Waterlures.”

“These used to b-b-be safer lands,” Pife chipped in knowledgeably, looking at his maps and assorted notes while they walked. “The elf rangers from Ula Tefe patrolled here, kept the paths safe for travelers. B-b-but that is long ago, and now this is a w-w-wild place. The Old Elf Lands they are called now in the Fence of Amusement.”



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When they reached the Forest of Rooters, the air was much colder and snow still covered some parts of the land, while dark clouds had shrouded the sky. Snow fell gently from the sky and a thin mist rose from the forest growing thick with ginkgo trees and patches of bamboo.



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“Ow!” Galel yelled as a branch slapped him in the face. “Watch it with the branches, Dimbulb!”

“Uh, sorry...” Dimbulb turned around, letting loose another branch he had pushed aside. It narrowly missed Galel's head. “There's so many branches in the way. I try, but...”

“It's alright, just be careful,” Galel grumbled as they continued their way through the forest.

Snow had turned to rain, the sky was clouded even darker and the mist was thicker deeper in the woods. Galel wrapped his cloak tighter around him as he eyed the surroundings, trying to get a glimpse of where the sun possibly was, but it was hard with the leaves and darkened sky. It was hard to know which way they were heading. And he had a feeling that the ones in front didn't know and were leading them in circles.

“Are you sure you know where we're going, Tanzul?” Galel raised his voice so that the fox man could hear him. “It seems like we're going in circles or zig-zagging all over the place.”

“Yes... No... I don't know!” Tanzul snapped irritatedly from the front. He had for some time known that he hadn't the faintest of ideas of which way was which. He just kept going on in the hopes the mist would lift soon. But it didn't.

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Finally they stopped their wandering and took shelter from the rain under a knotty and bent ginkgo tree with a rather broad crown. It was cold, damp and they were all sogging wet -- and it didn't help that they appeared to be lost.

“So, we're lost then, huh?” Idar sighed deeply, leaning on her crutch.

“Yes, I'm afraid so,” Tanzul confessed. “Unless any of you have a better sense of direction...”

“None of us can tell the way in this weather. We'll just have to hope the sky clears soon,” Maloy tried to ease Tanzul's burden.

Edzul scoffed and grumbled with his arms crossed in front of him, kicking some dirt.

“Well... We could just pick a direction and see if the dice of Jalew favor us,” Coni suggested after a moment of silence.

“Hah!” Galel mocked. “As if we've had much luck during the last day. We'd just end up even more lost.”

“I'm afraid I have to agree with Galel. It's no use heading one way if we can't keep to it. It's hard keeping one's bearings in this weather,” Tanzul said. “No, I think we'll just have to wait.”

“Indeed, sometimes waiting is the best course of action,” Osod the llama man approved with a nod.

Edzul grumbled even more, leaned against a tree and slunk to the ground.



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“It's only getting worse,” Galel said grouchily from under the canopy, water dripping from the leaves onto his head.

They had waited for some time, but the mist had turned into a fog, reducing visibility even more, and the rain kept pouring and pouring. If possible, the travelers were even more wet and they were shivering due to the cold.

“Ôsed must have a reason why the weather is like it is,” Sibrek tried desperately to find a positive aspect to all this, but had difficulties believing his own words. “Though, it is said that She can be a bit of a trickster sometimes. Perhaps this is one of those days...” He sighed and continued, “Since there is nothing else we can do but wait, some semblance of shelter would do no harm...”

“The ways of Nature are unpredictable,” Maloy said. “All this has a part in the Cycle -- we may not like it, but it is how it is... This fog, it reminds me of my life at the coast. We had often these great thick fogs there. The air was all white and hazy, obscuring the surroundings -- you could barely see the ground in the thickest of them. It could be a bit disconcerting at first, but then you heard the lapping of waves against the shore, distant cries of seagulls somewhere, and the damp air carried with it a scent of brine and seaweed. Everything might have looked alien, but you knew you were home.”

“That does not sound bad,” Sibrek said. “It actually sounds quite beautiful and calming, in a way.”

“Yes, that it was. And even this fog is so in a sense, though, there is something unnerving about its stillness. It is a bit... Sinister, perhaps?” Maloy said as he looked around the ghostly-grey surroundings. “Yet, there despite its eeriness, there is a certain beauty to it. One can not deny it.”

Edzul threw his arms up in the air at Maloy's words, gave a sharp huff and motioned furiously at the elephant seal man.

“I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch it,” Maloy frowned, trying to understand the dwarf. He turned to the hedgehog man and said, “Could you help, Pife?”

“Uh... Yes...?” Pife replied nervously and gulped. He understood very well what the Silent had said and didn't like the idea of having to translate it. However, he could hardly refuse, but he could change the meaning of the dwarf's word... “H-h-he said that 'yes, it is pretty', he agrees very much to it...”

Edzul looked angrily at the hedgehog man, puffed, his face all red and waved his hands even more frantically, «What!? That's not at all what I said, you miserable spineless pincushion! Now do your job and tell that sack-nosed blob of lard what I really said or you'll regret it!»

“You sure? I don't think that's quite what he meant,” Maloy furrowed his brow and twitched his big nose.

“Well... Um... It's... Uh... He...” Pife had difficulties forming words and shifted awkwardly. After a while he straightened himself and spoke, “Now, t-t-these are his words, n-n-not mine... Remember that... Ok, ok, here we go... «Can't deny it!? Why, I'll not just deny it, I'll curse the whole of nature! I'm starting to be sick and tired of all the 'nature this and that' babbling and bunny worshipping business of you lot. 'Oh, it's the Gods' will' and 'there's a reason' -- what a load of bollocks! Not everything has a bloody divine purpose, for cryin' out loud!»

Sibrek and Astesh clutched their chests and gasped at the dwarf's slanderous words.

Maloy turned to face Edzul who held a tuft of grass in his hand. He was slapping it against his palm agitatedly. Pife whimpered and fidgeted when Edzul continued his tirade, “«What use is all this greenery around us? It's just getting in our way, whipping us in our faces, trying to crush our spirits, to drown us, maim us -- its doing its best to kill us or lead us astray all the time! To the Hells with it all, I say! All this nonsensical praise and prattle sounds like the demented talk of some knife-eared tree-loving elf!»

“Is that so? And might I ask what is wrong with elf talk or loving trees?” The elephant seal man confronted the dwarf.

Edzul steamed as his hands began to signal his next lines, and again Pife translated, gulping, whimpering, squirming and letting out a pitiful squeak out once in a while (and many a 'oh dear'). “«Can't trust an elf, can't trust nature! This, this is what Nature is,»” Edzul motioned around with his hand at the barely visible surroundings, “«It's nasty, foul, unpredictable, unreliable, uncaring and cruel! You sow the fields. Great. Now just hope there'll be enough rain. Oh, the harvest looks to be good this year? Fine, just wait until Nature decides it's time for weeks of heavy rain and then the grain rots in the field. Way to go Nature!»

“Eek,” Pife whined, feeling like he was sinking into the ground with his burden, “S-slow down, Edzul... I n-n-need time to translate...”

Before anyone could respond, the dwarf continued, “«The stone, the stone you can trust. Look at the mountains! The monuments of Deler -- not some twitchy-nosed coney -- sit sturdy under the sky, battered by this Nature of yours, staying solid and true; reliable and steady since the birth of the world. Now that you can rely on, not this fickle green-stuff that'd serve better as fuel in the furnaces! It'd be a service to turn it into a deep mining pit, or better yet, pump the molten stone from deep within and flood the whole damn surface with magma!»

“Enough! Now you lis--MNGflfg!--” Maloy's reply was cut short.

There was silence. Everyone stood still, looking at Maloy at Edzul: the dwarf had thrust the tuft of grass into the elephant seal man's mouth.

Osod began to chew his mouth in a very llama-like manner, and a barely audible “huh” came out of him.

Maloy turned around slowly, stupified and, not knowing what else to do, crawled in the opposite direction to get out of the situation.

After ten yards or so he stopped, spit the grass out of his mouth and looked curiously at the sight opening in front of him.

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The fog revealed a dark, brooding wide mound stretching ahead of him. No plant nor grass grew on it and it appeared not to be an entirely natural formation.

Without further thought he crept closer, and began circling it.

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The mound was made of packed dirt and peat, with limestone boulders peeking through the barren soil in places. It certainly was not natural and looked like an ancient burial mound. Shivers ran up Maloy's spine the nearer to the peat walls he was, but it could have just as well been the cold that caused it he surmised.

But what really tingled his senses was when he noticed that the branches reaching over it were twisted and knotted even more so than in the rest of the forest. They looked sickly and half of them were dead -- like contorted skeletal limbs stretching out for help. He grasped his spear tighter. He knew it would be best to turn back and tell the others, but something drew him forward.

Then he heard a branch snap behind him. Something large approached him from behind.

He stopped and turned around slowly and silently.

A large dark form -- almost as big as he -- lumbered towards him. Maloy prepared his spear and braced himself.

“Maloy? Maloy?”

It was the voice of Dimbulb. The hippo man had followed him.

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“What is this place?” Dimbulb asked with a worried look on his face. “Don't rush off like that... You could get lost.”

“Look, I'm not at all happy with how things went back there with Edzul,” Maloy sighed, relaxing his grip on the spear. “I needed just a breather so I could calm down. Some time alone... I guess getting into a fight about nature with a dwarf was pretty inevitable, wasn't it?”

“Yah... I guess?” Dimbulb replied, though he was unsure of it. He didn't have much experience with dwarves before this long journey of theirs.

“In any case, I think we should take a closer look at whatever this thing is,” Maloy continued. “Make sure it's safe here... I have a bad feeling about this place. There's something off about it... Like some kind of foulness or sickness lies upon it.”

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Maloy and Dimbulb crept onward silently and crouched. As they came around the mound's end, they saw a cleft cut into the peat and a door at the end of it.

“There's a door,” Maloy whispered. “Maybe this is the home of some... Thing?”

“Should we go tell the others?” Dimbulb asked, an uneasiness taking hold of his voice.

“No,” Maloy replied, knowing deep inside that they should return. Yet, something made him want to press on, see what lay in the mound and handle it on his own. A certain kind of curiosity or want for heroism, perhaps? “We better check it out now. There is no knowing what could creep out behind our backs if we left...”

He snuck closer to the door as silently as he could with his flippers. “Besides, it could very well just be the home of a forester or hermit.”

The door was made out of roughly cut flitches and had a handle made from a gnarled branch. There were gaps between the portal and the frame -- it was of crude make, but served its purpose. The door had weathered into a silvery grey color and the lower parts touching the soggy ground were all rotten. It barely held together.

Maloy pressed his ear against the door and listened. No sound. All he could hear was the thrumming of the rain.

He took a deep breath and reached for the handle...

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The door opened.

The air rushing out of the gloomy chamber showered Maloy and Dimbulb with a volley of smells -- none of them pleasant. It was a repulsive hodgepodge of damp and moldy earth, decay, fragrant herbs and something rotten, all topped with the stinging stench of urine. It made them wince.

Bundles of dried herbs, bone chimes and crude charms hung from the dirt roof. On the left side of the chamber, in front of a rough limestone wall, was a large quern. Pieces of meat had been thrown around it sloppily. The peat floor around the quern had dustings of what could only be bone meal -- judging by all the bones all about. In fact, there were several skulls that looked like of humanoid origin in the middle of the room.

Maloy felt his muscles tense as he looked at the chamber and began to have a suspicion of the source of the meat there.

He turned to Dimbulb, put his finger in front of his mouth and hoped that the hippo man understood the meaning of it. Dimbulb nodded, raising his finger to his mouth, and began to tiptoe behind Maloy.

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Maloy crawled forward. A passage opened from the end of the chamber leading deeper into the mound.

Crunch.

“Oops,” Dimbulb whispered, looking on the ground. He had stepped on some bones.

Maloy glanced angrily at the hippo man, then turned his attention to the passage nervously. He waited for a while.

Nothing.

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The elephant seal man continued forward into the dark. With every foot the air felt heavier, more oppressive.

Maloy felt his heart begin to race faster and faster. He gripped his spear ever the tighter, readying himself for whatever creature of evil waited him.

But despite preparing himself, his heart leapt into his throat and began pounding like a drum when from the gloom a monster stepped forth.

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A large humanoid, at least twice the size of a man, leered at him with its three baleful eyes. It was slavering and twisted, its limbs jutting out in unnatural angles, its skin all wrinkled, and a pair of thin wings with stretched skin spread out from its back.

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“What havvve we here?” The creature gurgled, cocking its head sideways. “Who entersss the home of Keth Juggledcurrrled the Sable uninvited?”

Maloy instinctively thrust his spear at the creature of the Night with a yell, but it dodged it with unnatural speed and lashed out at the elephant seal man who narrowly avoided it by backing up against Dimbulb.

“I ssseee Fate has brrrought you here...” It smirked and gave a vicious grin, before snarling out loud and charging the uninvited guests.

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The man of shadow kept leaping away from Maloy's and Dimbulb's futile attacks, returning with heavy blows on Maloy's shield.

Dodge, thrust, lash, block.

Finally Maloy's spear struck it in the arm, the creature shrieking and flailing with its limbs, but it only gave Dimbulb an opening to swing at it. The hippo man's two-handed sword cut into the same arm Maloy had hit, tearing deep into the flesh.

(https://i.imgur.com/yzfvLMg.png)

Stab in the gut. Scramble away from the monster. That was Maloy's way in this fight.

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Dimbulb, however, took a more straight forward approach.

“Evil thing of the Night!” Dimbulb bellowed as he bullrushed the monster, surprising and knocking it over and bashing its foot into pulp with the pommel of his blade.

It screeched and flailed as it rolled on the ground.

(https://i.imgur.com/Y465hCQ.png)

Before the monster or Maloy could react, Dimbulb chomped on its grotesque head, latching on firmly with a crunch. The panicking monster tried in vain to kick the hippo man, but managed to score only a mere bruise in the belly.

With barbaric and animalistic ferocity Dimbulb then shook the man of shadow around, his teeth digging in deeper into its head.

There was a sickening crack and crunch as its skull collapsed.

(https://i.imgur.com/NhkiUSQ.gif)

Maloy stood up, wiped the dirt and gore off him and looked at the unmoving body of the twisted being.

“Well, I guess that's the end of that then...” He said, leaning on his spear for support. He had begun to shake after the encounter. He hadn't felt fear during the fight, but now it all rushed in.

“We better take a quick look around and then head off to tell the others,” The elephant seal man said to Dimbulb whose eyes were all bloodshot with rage, drool mixed with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.



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“...and I want to make it absolutely clear that I, as a dwarf, do not approve of the words of the silent one,” Idar did her best to wash her hands from the incident between Edzul and Maloy. Sibrek and Astesh were still quite shocked by it all, worrying that such words might attract the attention of Darker Powers.

Tanzul didn't pay much heed to it. He was more worried about where the elephant seal man and the hippo man had gone. They had been away for some time now. Perhaps they were just having a talk, trying to figure things out? Maybe to calm down? It had been a nasty fight, certainly, but not anything that couldn't be overcome. He hoped they hadn't gone far and lost their way in the fog -- it was something that could certainly happen with Dimbulb.

“...it's just that these mountain folk from the deeps, they have these weird thoughts about the surface world. Many have never seen the sun, living all their lives in the dark,” Idar continued her rambling. “You can hardly blame them -- not that it makes this acceptable -- for misconceptions of Nature then. They probably fear it, too. Superstitious lot they are.”

Edzul who was a bit further off pleased of himself and gloating, stared icily at Idar.

“Us hill folk, on the other hand, we, we live both underground and on the surface,” Idar kept on going, Sibrek and Astesh listening to her more of courtesy than interest. “We understand both ways of life: the life of the miner and that of the surface-dweller. We respect all the gods. Not just the gods of rock... So, just to be clear, again, despite Edzul being my kin, I do not approve of this. Not at all. No.”

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A crashing approached the group from the fog-shrouded forest. Tanzul, Galel and Coni all whipped around to see what it was.

Maloy and Dimbulb emerged from the grey haze scampering and rushing to them, panting and looking distraught and frightened.

“We have to leave this place! We have to leave now!” Maloy yelled with a sense of urgency in his voice. “This place is the home to something very evil -- we saw it! We faced it! Gather your stuff and let's move! Now!”



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Confused and alarmed, the group did as Maloy said and they headed out into the fog. As they walked, hoping to find their way out of the forest, the elephant seal man explained what had happened at the mound. All were shocked that they had been so close to the nest of something evil and not been aware of it. Pife almost fainted and they had to stop for a while.

The capybara folk Sibrek and Astesh prayed to Ôsed, while the llama man Osod asked Mater for guidance.

Eventually the fog cleared, but the rain kept pouring with no end sight.

They took their bearings, now that it was possible, and the uncertainty of where they were headed left. The journey could continue with a clear direction again.

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The Forest of Rooters and its harrowing events were left behind and from the woodland's southern border the vast wetlands of the Teal Swamps opened up again.

There was not much talk during this part of the journey. Everyone was slightly dispirited or still disturbed by Edzul's tantrum, despite them making it out of the accursed fog in one piece. But at least the tension between several group members eased slightly after Coni and Osod brokered a truce between Maloy and Edzul along the way.

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The scenery didn't change much as they made their way through the Teal Swamps: swathes of grass and reeds, murky bog ponds and the occasional tree and small patch of forest here and there. The rain kept coming, sometimes only a drizzle, sometimes a heavy downpour.

They followed a winding stream to the south as the day went on and the sun began to inch towards the western horizon behind the endless thick, dark clouds.

(Continued in next post...)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 06, 2023, 07:42:28 am
(...continued from previous post.)



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Just before the sun set the sky cleared and the travelers were graced with a short period of warmth from the sun. They reached the border of the Teal Swamps and the Fragrant Forests when the the last rays shone in their eyes from above the treetops.

They began searching for a place to make camp in the forest that carried with it a fey and blessed character. It was a good natured place where smooth feather trees grew, the soft downs of their branches almost inviting one to climb up and lay down on them to sleep like on a feather mattress.

As they walked along the bank of the stream they noticed a tall structure -- a watch tower possibly -- looming above the canopy in the distance.

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The travelers decided to investigate it. With luck, they might find shelter there and sleep with a roof over the top of their heads -- and all were eager for such a possibility.

“There's a path here,” Tanzul said as they came closer. “It looks like its been recently used.”

They followed the narrow dirt path through the swampy forest.

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Shortly, the path broadened and the land around it became soggier. The air was filled with the sound of frogs croaking and ribbiting, and it became louder and louder as they went on.

The path led to the bank of a stream. The water was murky and leaves of waterlilies bobbed in it. A rickety bridge stretched over the waterway and on both sides of it were crude wooden pikes with the corpses of large creatures impaled on them.

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Stuck on the left one was a large ape-like creature, its flesh mostly rotten away and its fur hanging from its skeletal frame. The right one had a fresher corpse, one which could clearly be identified as a troll.

“A warning. A gruesome sight,” Maloy said with a hushed voice as he crawled next to Tanzul who had stopped and looked disturbed be the view. “We do not have to cross the bridge. We can turn back...”

Tanzul turned to look at Maloy and the rest of the group. The capybara folk, Pife and Idar shuffled uneasily, but the others seemed only mildly disturbed by the impaled creatures.

“What do you think?” Tanzul asked them, looking over the bridge. There were a couple of torches at its end and other lights could be seen from among the trees. They looked very inviting.

 “I agree with the elephant seal man,” Osod said calmly, sensing the anxiety in the aire. “I do believe this only a warning for those with foul intentions. I do not think we have anything to fear here. There is a good air to this place. We did not come here by chance.”

After a brief weighing of their options, the thought of a warm place to sleep in and dry clothes won.

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As they stepped over the bridge they saw a wooden roundhouse in front of them with a tower rising from its center and a wing spreading to the right. They heard sounds from the left, and soon into the torch light came three frog men, all muddy and wet, croaking.

“Look, look,” one said pointing at the group.

“Much fur they have, like Zes. Who are they?” A second one said.

“Tell us, tell us,” the third one said.

As Tanzul was about to reply, the door of the roundhouse crashed open and a crab-like humanoid rushed out. It ran sideways towards the frog men, clicking its pincers loudly and yelling at them.

“Shoo! Shoo! Away, away!” The crab man yelled at the amphibians. “Begone! Not scare travelers, stupid frogs!”

The frog men slunk back into the darkness, croaking and ribbiting. The crab man then straightened himself and turned to the confused group of travelers.

“Ahem,” the crab man cleared its throat. “Sorry, sorry. Frogs get excited when folk come. Not often guests here.”

“Uh...” Tanzul managed to get out of his mouth. The encounter with the frog men didn't ease the nervousness that was still present in the group. On the contrary, many began to have second thoughts.

Noticing this, Osod stepped forward and addressed the crab man who looked at them expectantly. “We are travelers who have been assailed by weather and hardships of more wicked nature. We come in peace and seek a place to rest our sore feet and weary bodies.”

“Ah, yes, yes,” the crab man replied. “Manners. Remember manners. I is Cutthroz Holybarb. This place, Twilighthum. Master Themiyi's house. Me and frogs' home. We live here. Also Zes and Pethit. No safer place in this land. Please, please. Follow, come in. Master will want meet you.”

(https://i.imgur.com/wmnfede.gif)

Tanzul glanced at the roundhouse, looking up at the tower rising from it. The first stars of the night blinked around its dark form, though it was not ominous in any way. Still, he was hesitant to enter. But Osod seemed relaxed enough in this place. And there was a calm and serene feel to the very air here. Perhaps they were guided here by a greater power, after all?

The travelers followed the crab man in.



=====

So, a long one. Didn't fit in one post, oops.

At least there's some action this time.

Next update might take some time again. Not exactly sure what I want to accomplish with this Twilighthum place, but since I've made such an adventurer camp and it was along the way... We'll see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 06, 2023, 01:05:11 pm
A something little extra for today...

Behold,

A new banner!

(https://i.imgur.com/zBG9FVG.png)

I thought that I wanted something with Suwu, Cañar, Rin, Ova and Lòr, because they've become something quite central to the whole Waterlures story. And I'm also quite fond of them.

I was thinking at first to do a picture in the town, but adventuring in the swamps felt somehow more appropriate.

This is supposed to be a scene when the adventurers are headed to the tower of Finderblunts on Lòr's Quest. Probably scenery and the time of year are off as well as all equipment, but eh, this is what you get. :P

Enjoy!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 06, 2023, 01:31:03 pm
Your pixel art looks amazing. Gotta love some waterlures updates. I wonder want this band will encounter in the world.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 07, 2023, 11:55:24 pm
Your pixel art looks amazing. Gotta love some waterlures updates. I wonder want this band will encounter in the world.

Thanks! I'm hoping that I'll get inspiration to make more art from older Waterlures stuff, but can't make no promises on that.

Hope these updates haven't grown too long and the amount of discussions doesn't bore folk. Been trying to get to know these adventurers a bit better and their conversations are a good way to do it for me. Also been trying to give everyone at least some screen time so that also makes things longer. (Except I keep all the time forgetting that Tanzul has a magpie pet and Coni a sparrow, but guess that's what you get for giving them "vermin" pets. Let's pretend they're just flying around somewhere all the time, so that's why we don't see them? Also, Pife's duck pet disappeared somewhere before we even left Controlledseal, so let's just assume he left it there.)

Hopefully by the end of the next update the group will reach Waterlures. We're actually quite close to it now.

Edit. Oh, and suggestions for stuff and what you'd like to see are always more than welcome!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on November 08, 2023, 01:52:57 am
Dang I'm far behind on this, guess that's what I get for not being here for a few days, at least I've caught up on the other forts I was reading so I can read this one.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: AvolitionBrit on November 08, 2023, 06:10:21 am
Perhaps a visit to a certain immortal kings fortress 0-0
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 09, 2023, 02:55:34 am
Dang I'm far behind on this, guess that's what I get for not being here for a few days, at least I've caught up on the other forts I was reading so I can read this one.

Well, you've quite some reading to do then!

Perhaps a visit to a certain immortal kings fortress 0-0

Yeah, the Unaging King has been on my mind, but I'm not sure how to go with it (I have some ideas though). Probably won't come to pass during this adventurer run, since we're almost at Waterlures and I don't really want to have further distractions before getting back to fort mode.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on November 10, 2023, 12:25:40 am
A something little extra for today...

Behold,
Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I thought that I wanted something with Suwu, Cañar, Rin, Ova and Lòr, because they've become something quite central to the whole Waterlures story. And I'm also quite fond of them.

I was thinking at first to do a picture in the town, but adventuring in the swamps felt somehow more appropriate.

This is supposed to be a scene when the adventurers are headed to the tower of Finderblunts on Lòr's Quest. Probably scenery and the time of year are off as well as all equipment, but eh, this is what you get. :P

Enjoy!

amazing. your pixel art is seriously a wonderful accompaniment to the writing. honestly... you could publish this story with more art like that. taken as a whole, the Waterlures saga is cohesive, and as committed as you are to the character development it would make for a nice read even if someone isn't familiar with dwarf fortress.

also, fear the giant dingo!

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on November 14, 2023, 02:48:43 am
Finally got catch up with everything that's gone on, and I'm glad to see everyone in the group is still around.

Also I've noticed that in this game dingos and coyotes seem to be a bigger threat than wolves, maybe it's because wolves don't seem to show up much.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on November 24, 2023, 03:57:19 am
Slight update on the situation.

I'm currently hospitallized due to knee & hip problems and such related to my arthritis (specifically a quite severe ankylosing spondylitis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankylosing_spondylitis)). Nothing serious, but recovery/rehabilitation (or whatever's the word in English) will take time and I'm at the same time looking for housing better suited for my disability. The hospital environment isn't the most inspiring for writing so it's entirely possible that I won't get any writeup done until I get out of here. No idea how long it'll take but it can be anything from weeks to months.

I'll still do my best to get something done during my stay here.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on November 24, 2023, 03:53:35 pm
here is to a short stint in the sterile, uninviting environment that is a modern hospital! Please take care and get well soon.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on November 25, 2023, 02:32:01 am
Damn man I'm sorry to hear that, hope you have a quick recovery.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on December 28, 2023, 06:56:11 am
Added a bit of artwork into the World and Setup post:
 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8392012#msg8392012)
(https://i.imgur.com/KdmltJW.png)

Hopefully I'll have motivation next month to finish the latest writeup, but no promises.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on January 13, 2024, 03:23:43 am
Made a couple of quick portraits and updated the posts where the characters first appear:

(https://i.imgur.com/puMPUWr.png)
Baroness Kasat Waxedtiles

(https://i.imgur.com/Sl7zWM8.png)
Suwu Cleanmusics

(https://i.imgur.com/wHLdUaz.png)
Edzul the Silent

(https://i.imgur.com/cE66pTD.png)
Maloy Whimrabbits
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on January 13, 2024, 04:45:52 am
Those are some nice portraits you've made.

Does this mean you're gonna go back to previous updates and add stuff to them?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on January 13, 2024, 05:55:25 am
Those are some nice portraits you've made.

Does this mean you're gonna go back to previous updates and add stuff to them?

Thanks!

Yeah, just added the pictures to old updates, nothing more.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 23, 2024, 09:22:32 am

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Part XV:
The Master of Twilighthum


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11th of Felsite, 383

“Tea?”

The travelers were gathered in the central chamber of the roundhouse. A newt woman, who had introduced herself as Pethit Breathgleamed, was attending to them with a tray of simple clay cups and a copper tea kettle. They sat around a table with warm blankets and furs wrapped around them. Coals burned in a brazier next to them offering some extra warmth and a little bit of light. Their clothes had been taken to dry at the kitchen's hearth by a muskrat man named Zes, who had just returned and seemed eager to get acquainted with the visitors.

The crab man, Cutthroz Holybarb, who welcomed them outside, had gone upstairs to tell the Master of Twilighthum of their arrival. In the meanwhile they were to make themselves at home and Pethit and Zes would see to their needs.

“Yes, please,” Sibrek answered the newt woman. Several nods and other signs of acceptance followed from the others.

“It's made from dried muck root, raspberry leaves and some other herbs,” the newt woman said as she poured the hot tea into the cups. “It's got a bitter taste, but it's good for the nerves -- calms you down -- and eases pain. You look like you've been in a scrap or two.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” Tanzul said, being the first to lift his cup to his lips and brave the taste of the rather foul-odored liquid.

“It's nice to have some guests 'round,” Zes the muskrat man said. “It ain't such a frequent occurrence here these days.”

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“So, what is this place exactly, if I may ask?” Sibrek turned to the muskrat man from his cup. He still had a bit of an unsure expression of the place on his face.

“This? This is Twilighthum,” the muskrat man replied, noticing the capybara man's uneasiness. “Just a small outpost at the outskirts of the Fragrant Forests. There's a small community of us living here, guided by Master Themiyi. 'The Raven of Gods', that's what he calls us. Quite the name, eh? We consider it our part to keep these blessed lands safe from ravaging beast and prowling monster.”

“You probably saw the warning at the bridge,” Pethit added. “I don't fancy such a display myself, but the marsh frog men... Well, they have some peculiar ways and they kept on insisting. It does seem to do the trick, though.”

“Ah, yes... We saw that,” Maloy joined the conversation. “A rather macabre sight and caused a bit of discomfort among us, I have to admit... We did run into some trouble on the way here. Feral giant dingoes ambushed us in the night and almost had the better of us. Then, earlier this day, we ran into something... Something of a more evil nature. Something truly vile... A creature of the Night.”

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Maloy turned to look at a bone figurine on one of the pedestals that had caught his attention earlier and pointed at it. “The creature looked very much like that one,” he said.

“Hm? A man of shadow?” Zes lifted his brows. “Horrible, twisted abominations they are. Night trolls Themiyi calls them. Count yourselves lucky to have survived such an encounter.”

There was a moment of silence around the table.

“You speak of this... Master,” Sibrek said as he put down his tea cup. He was probably the only one who liked the taste of it and hadn't made a wrinkled face after the first sip. “What can you tell us about this Themiyi? What should we expect, since we're supposed to meet him?”

“Tell about Master Themiyi? A good question, that one,” the muskrat man replied, scratching his chin and then twirling a whisker. “Now then, what to say, where to start?”

“He's a kindly man. A cheerful fellow,” Pethit jumped in while Zes was thinking. “He's one of the elves of Ula Tefe. One of the last in these lands, looking after the wilds that once were at the heart of the realm. He's just and humble. He's everything a good Master ought to be.”

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Edzul shifted a bit uncomfortably upon hearing that this so-called 'Master' was an elf. He had suspected as much and didn't like the thought of being in the home of a tree-lover, especially one from Ula Tefe -- war had broken between the elves and the dwarves of the Bent Spears not so long ago. Fortunately their hosts didn't notice, or pay heed to, Edzul's expression, and they went on with their chatter.

“Themiyi isn't the typical elf, though,” Zes continued on what Pethit had started. “He has traveled far and wide, taking in ways and ideas from many kinds of folk. He's sort of the scholarly type, a philosopher in a sense, but with the heart of an adventurer.”

“And he loves the stars,” Pethit went on. “He spends most clear nights looking at them. Reading them. Contemplating. Trying to understand them. And, I think, he actually knows what the stars tell him.”

“Ah, the stars!” Astesh exclaimed with wonder. “Ôsed's guiding lights in the night, the blessed souls, bringing Light into the Darkness wrought by the Prince of Duty! Such a wonder they are, such praise they deserve! Oh, to be able to speak with them!”

The muskrat man and newt woman turned to the capybara woman, looking at her curiously.

“It is by the Great Doe Rabbit's Will and Guidance we have set on our Journey,” Astesh continued, zeal gleaming in her eyes. “If what you say is true, that your Master can speak with the Stars, surely we have not come here by mere chance then.”

“No, probably not by chance,” Zes said to the capybara woman. “The Master does not believe in such things. Everything has a purpose and reason he says... But you speak of a journey. What has driven you to brave these savage lands? Where is it that you are headed?”

“Ah, we all have our reasons,” Sibrek replied, eager to get a word in. “From the North we come, some from the dwarf lands, some from further off. But we all share a common destination: a place called Waterlures.”

“Waterlures? I've heard of the place,” the muskrat man said, twirling his whiskers again. “It's not that far from here. Your journey is near to its end, then. A big place it is. Crowded streets, bustling with life. Capybara folk and other animal peoples. Elves, humans, dwarves... Never visited it myself, but I've given it a thought or two.”

The conversation was interrupted by the scent of delicious cooked food wafting into the room. Noses twitched taking in the aroma and empty bellies began to rumble.

“It seems the stew is ready,” Pethit said, glancing over her shoulder at the doorway. “If you'll excuse me, I'll go take a look and serve you dinner in a moment.”



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Pethit brought food to the tables and the travelers ate it eagerly, continuing to discuss this and that with their hosts. They lost track of time, but it must have been late when the crab man Cutthroz finally came back from the Master. Enough time had passed for most of the travelers' clothes to dry -- the marsh frog men had been quite efficient -- and blankets and furs were changed back to proper attire.

“You eat finish?,” the crab man said from the door, clicking his pincers for attention. “Good. Master ready to meet you. You ready to meet Master. Come, come. Follow.”

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And so the the travelers followed the crab man...

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...heading up many steep and narrow and creaking wooden stairs...

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...up, up, up, until they came into a room with a pillar in the center. Some bookcases were set on one wall and pedestals against the other. Curiously, the bookcases were devoid of any books, but all manner of miscellania were placed randomly on the shelves -- as if someone had put them there for a moment, and then forgotten about them.

At the end of the room was one more set of stairs and Tanzul, who was in the lead, could hear the crab man calling from above, “We here. Climb stairs. Enter Master's chambers. Good.”



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The stairs led into a rather large study with windows of leaded cut gems, the cames forming intricate patterns, on the north and east walls. Ahead of them in front of the north window was a sturdy desk made from the bones of some creature. Behind the desk sat an elf.

There was a flash and puff of smoke as the crab man, standing next to the desk, threw something on the ground.

“Behold! Great Master Themiyi! Lord-Warden, High Raven, Star-Knower, Troll-Slayer, World-Walker, All--” the crab man began proclaiming, but was cut off by the elf.

“That will be quite enough, Cutthroz,” the elf said with a stern and commanding voice as he studied his guests with his strikingly blue close-set eyes. He stood up and walked around the table, stepping closer to the odd bunch of animal people and dwarves. Cutthroz stuck close to his 'Master', following his moves, smiling and nodding stupidly, ready to serve in an instant like a butler from a nobleman's house.

“So, you are the ones who come from the North and braved the dangers of the Forest of Rooters?”, the elf asked, his tone all the time very serious. His gaze turned to Astesh and her missing ear as he continued, “I see you did not come through it unscathed. These are troubling times and the wilds of Ula Tefe are full of peril unlike in past better days. But I see you did not come unprepared. Very wise of those who are headed south to Waterlures.”

“H-how did you know that?”, Tanzul stammered, quite surprised and caught off-guard by the elf saying things he couldn't possibly have known.

“An educated guess,” the tall elf replied, brushing aside a lock of his long golden-yellow hair that had fallen on his face.

“Master know things. Master know you will come,” the crab man said proudly. “Nothing escape Master. He has Power.”

“Eh? Power? You are a sorceror then?”, Galel addressed the elf with distrust. The ostrich man was suspicious of the elf and what he might be: the first thing he had noticed when they entered the study was a large, worn-out chalked circle on the floor. It had smaller circles in it and lines and odd geometric patterns created strange, disorienting shapes. It looked very much like something a sorceror would have -- not that Galel knew anything of such things, except for what he had heard.

The elf glanced at Galel piercingly and said, “If you mean by that, do I run around raising corpses and raining death and destruction upon the world, no. No, I am no necromancer.”

“Well, what is this then?”, Galel asked, pointing at the floor with his beak and sweeping his foot along the circumference of the chalked circle. “Looks suspiciously like witchcraft or some sort of devilry to me.”

The air in the room tensed as the elf and ostrich man glared at each other. The rest of the group became anxious and uneasy due to the suspension, unsure of where things were headed from here. Even the crab man seemed worried (and quite confused).

“That. Is no concern of yours,” the elf finally replied sharply, his impatient tone implying that further questions would not be taken kindly. ”You are guests in my house and welcome to stay. But I will not tolerate accusations of dabbling in the Dark Arts under my roof, so hold your tongue, young master ostrich.” He then eased his stance, and continued with a much calmer voice, “Regardless, I can assure you that I am not one who consorts with the Night nor conjures the powers of Darkness. You are quite safe around me. That I can promise.”

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“Excuse my friend and his hasty words, Master elf,” Coni stepped forward and bowed, “I am Coni Pocketstand, and clearly luck must be on our side for us finding our way to your house. Praise to Jalew Goldenmatched for that!” Just as the elf was about to reply, she blurted out, “Say, your cloak really, really is of unmatched quality. Absolutely stunning. Where does one get such garments?”

The elf was baffled, not knowing whether Coni was insulting or complimenting him in all honesty. Winces and grimaces went around the room and Edzul covered his face with a hand. Dimbulb's simple mind, however, did not see Coni's words as anything else than flattery.

“Oh... Uh, maybe that didn't come out quite as I intended... Sorry,” the hamster woman said, shuffling into the crowd with embarrassment. The elf smiled, threw his head back a bit and laughed.

“Worry not, hamster woman,” he said cheerfully. “I am Themiyi Mothersoothes, Warden of Twilighthum. And this cloak? It is something I have procured during my travels from a tailor whose name and home, alas, escapes me for the time being.”

With that the suspense was broken and everyone introduced themselves one by one. Galel was still somewhat wary of the elf, as was Edzul, though in his case it was just because Themiyi was, well, an elf of Ula Tefe. The travelers (except Edzul, who remained silent and kept his hands crossed across his chest) told where they hailed from and of their journey and what they had faced during it. Themiyi was especially interested to hear more of the adventures of Tanzul, Coni, Galel and Dimbulb and what was the current situation with the necromancers in the far north. The elf seemed disappointed when everything they knew was something he was seemingly already aware of. The travelers in turn asked Themiyi about the old elf lands and Twilighthum, and he gave a brief history of Ula Tefe and how Twilighthum was built on an old elven outpost. Themiyi did not go into much details and some questions he did not answer at all. It was no surprise then that none dared ask more about the chalk circle on the floor nor of the queer charms and talismans hanging from the walls and wood beams.

Eventually the discussion shifted back to the travelers' journey and to their destination, Waterlures.

“What is it that you seek in Waterlures?” Themiyi asked, “Some of you look like the types capable of wielding sword or spear, so is it mercenary work, perhaps? Plenty of need for that in these times, alas. But some of you clearly seek something else there, no?”

“Our reasons are our own,” Galel said sullenly. The ostrich man was about to continue, but Coni jumped in with haste before he could ruin the mood, “...but, indeed, you are correct, Themiyi. There are several of us seeking to do good and protect the innocent from the wickedness plaguing this world.”

“We have heard much of the place,” Sibrek said. “Much good and things that bring hope into our hearts. As life hasn't been so -- how to put it? -- well-off within the realm of the Bent Spears, me and Astesh decided that Waterlures would be the place to start a new life. Somewhere far enough from the, ah, conflicts and other unfortunate happenings. Perhaps open a humble little shop, peddling this and that?”

“It is still open what we'll do there,” Astesh added. “It'll all depend on what is needed of us. But wealth and a better life is not the only thing we look for there. It is a place filled with the likes of us -- capybara men -- and, most importantly, the Almighty Ôsed is highly revered there. It is kinship and matters of soul and spirit that drives us there, too.”

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“Hmm, I see,” Themiyi said, walking to one of the jade pedestals and picking up a bone figurine of horrifying beasts. He looked at it for a moment, turning it in his hand, then put it down. “Yes, Waterlures has become a very special place in Minbazkar. Hope, you said. That is very true. Much has come from there that has brought hope into this world. Things have begun to change. The inevitable does not seem so inevitable anymore. The foul necromancers are losing their stranglehold on the throats of the kingdoms of this world. The numbers of the giants and their kin are dwindling. Even the very age we live in has changed due to it, I've heard. And not only that, but old ruins are being reclaimed by people who have finally gained the courage to pull their heads out of the fisher berry bushes.”

“And you believe it is Waterlures that has done this?” Tanzul asked, his interest in Waterlures growing.

“Yes. And no,” Themiyi answered. “I am uncertain how much of these changes Waterlures, or its inhabitants, have directly contributed to, or how intentional it has been. Tales of their exploits and heroic deeds might be just that: stories. But what Waterlures clearly has done, is set things in motion -- perhaps unawares -- towards an end which is still clouded to me. However, so far, it is hope that I see in where things are headed. A glimmer of light can be seen in the dark horizon.”

“I believe there is truth in your words, elf,” Osod the llama man spoke. “It is beloved Mater who set me on the path to Waterlures, sending this colorful group my way. What lies at the end of this rainbow I am set to follow, shall be revealed in due time. Perhaps we have a part to play in the grand scheme of things.”

“Perhaps,” Themiyi said, turning to the llama man. “There are things at work here, certainly. Your coming here and our meeting is not one of chance. Perhaps it is the Gods, perhaps it is the Great Forces of all existence behind this.“ The elf paused for a moment, his expression becoming stern again. He then continued, “Now, Waterlures may be a beacon of hope, but its leaders and citizens are oblivious to it. They remain closed, keeping themselves secluded from the happenings of the outer world. However, this, too, is changing. The goblins have taken notice of them, I have heard, and, want it or not, they are becoming involved. They are forced to. But will they understand this? If they do, how far are they willing to go? Will they do what must be done, commit to it, on their own?”

“What do you mean?” Tanzul asked.

“Someone has to show the way,” The elf said, pacing back and forth in front of the group, the crab man scuttling behind him awkwardly. “They need a nudge, a push. Something that will make them realize that currently they are the gears turning the wheel, capable of determining the direction. Someone has to open their eyes to this.”

“Ah, I see... And I suppose that is where we come in, eh?” Galel said sardonically. “Strangers arrive from the north with grand words and, ah, the townsfolk suddenly know their role set by the Gods or what-not?”

The elf stopped pacing abruptly, Cutthroz almost bumping into him, and slowly turned to face the ostrich man.

“Shush, Galel!” Coni hissed.

“No, you shush,” Galel snapped back, shoving the hamster woman back. He then went on, “Let's just cut to the chase and be clear with what it is you want with us. Master Elf.”

“Galel...” Tanzul began, but shut his mouth when the elf raised his hand.

“It is fine. The ostrich man has a fair request,” Themiyi said. “Very well, I will be direct then. My hope is that you would be the ones to give the push. To encourage Waterlures to take the initiative and not just wait for their enemies to come to them. That is, to tell them that they need to strike the enemy before the enemy overwhelms them. Attack the goblins. Attack the necromancers. Surprise them. Strike them where it hurts. To--”

“Pssh! Warmongers,” Galel interrupted the elf with a scoff. “You want us to go to Waterlures as warmongers, hah!”

Edzul began waving his hands furiously, the capybaras were taken aback, and one could see from faces in the room a general disapproval as they realized what the elf suggested. Except for the crab man and hippo man, who both looked very confused.

Edzul jabbed Pife with his elbow, motioning him to translate his message to the elf. “Uh, um, m-my friend here... He w-w-wants to say that... Say that...” Pife piped out, his voice failing him.

“Something about elves, I presume? Something insulting, perhaps” Themiyi said with indifference. Pife squeaked, nodded and gulped.

“I am sorry, Master elf,” Sibrek said with sadness and disappointment in his voice. “Your suggestion is something I will not accept, and I believe the others of us feel the same. We seek a place shielded from the troubles of this grim world, a place of solace, and I will not bring those troubles with me.”

“And some of us wish to strengthen that shield,” Maloy joined in. “There is already enough war and death in this world. We do not seek to increase it.”

“Chaos. War. Death. That is what you are asking us to herald,” Astesh raised her voice. “You would ask us to do a service for the Prince herself. We are not her harbingers, and we will not be used by her. Search your heart, elf: has Abod stolen into your soul and tricked you into her servitude?”

There was an uproar among the group with everyone trying to yell over each other, demanding the elf to answer Astesh's question or bringing up further accusations of some sort of devilry or malevolence. Osod did his best to try and calm the commotion, but it was no easy task this time.

Themiyi sighed, but otherwise remained temperate. He waited for the room to quiet down before he spoke.

“I am no servant of the Dark Gods nor of the Night, as I told you, and I do not like being accused of being one,” he said with a heaviness in his tone. “However, chaos, war and death are already here, and this Abod, this Prince of Duty, will find her way into Waterlures, no matter what you -- or I -- do. What I would have proposed is to try to put an end to it, to keep suffering and grief to a minimum. If nothing is done, the Prince's flail will strike harder. Yes, there will be death, but how much? There will be war, but how long? There will be chaos, but how deep? These are the questions that need to be asked, that have no simple answers.”

Themiyi paused for a moment, turned to look out the window at the stars, and continued, “If there ever was a time to act against all evil in the world, it is now. Everything points to it, I have seen it... But I will not force you to act against your will and conscience. And if you have indeed made your choice, we do not have to discuss this matter longer, and we can turn our attention to more pleasant topics.”

“Pardon me, but I am confused. If this is so important, then why not go yourself to tell all this?” Tanzul asked the elf. “Why not go and fight yourself against the Darkness? Why ask travelers you have just met? Why would you trust strangers with such an important task?”

“My duty lies here. I cannot leave my post. I am needed here and there are other matters I must tend to,” Themiyi replied without hesitation. “As for trust... That, I believe, wouldn't be an issue. Still, perhaps I will find other messengers then, if need be. But, forgive me, it is getting late and you all must be weary. Cutthroz will show you to your quarters where you may rest for the night. I myself will head out to watch the stars, so it may be that we do not meet before you leave. If that will be the case, I wish you a safe and swift journey to Waterlures. May the gods walk with you.”



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Before good night wishes and farewells were exchanged, Themiyi said that if anyone would like to join him and watch the stars, they were welcome to do so. Cutthroz then led the guests down and showed them where they could sleep for the rest of the night.

Once the crab man left, the group began to discuss their exchange with Themiyi, keeping their voices hushed. Most had mixed feelings and were unsure of the elf. None of them had a clear picture of what kind of person he was: on the one hand he seemed shifty and secretive, but on the other he seemed to be polite and honest, wishing to do good in the world.

“This all left me confused,” Sibrek said as he took off his cap and began twirling it in his paws. “Did he not strike any of you as a rather... Hmm... Odd fellow?”

There were nods in the room, and Galel said, “Well, quite more than odd, I'd say. The chap was clearly hiding things, or, not really hiding, since all that stuff that stank of witchery was in plain sight. He just outright refused to tell what that circle and all the suspicious knick-knacks were. Guess he knew we wouldn't have liked to hear the truth.”

“I hate to say this of our host, but I felt like it was more out of sheer arrogance than being secretive,” Idar said what impressions the elf had left. “He probably thought we wouldn't understand or something. Typical elf, if you ask me. Always thinking of themselves as being better and wiser than everyone else.”

Edzul nodded and grunted agreeingly.

“Couldn't agree more on that one,” Galel said as he stroked his beak. “He is definitely a sorceror or someone who dabbles in things not meant for us mortals. He ain't fooling me. Didn't you lot hear what he said? 'I have seen it.' Now if that doesn't point in the direction of some sort of abhorrent divination, I don't know what does.”

“Oh please! He could have meant something else. That's an outright ridiculous conclusion! And besides, divination is not wrong or evil, Galel,” Coni entered the discussion in defense of the elf. “Plenty of decent cults practice it. It's not like we haven't rolled the dice.”

“Pssh! And what good that did to Tanzul: a week of bad luck, hah!” Galel scoffed and snorted. “No, but I didn't mean that kind of divining. I meant other kinds. The nasty, foul, foreboding ones. Like conjuring spirits of the dead and asking the future from them. Now why else would there have been such a suspicious circle in the elf's room if not for something like that, hmh?”

Tanzul sighed as he listened to the conversation going on in the room. There were certainly things the elf left untold, but Tanzul did not for one instance believe in Galel's absurd accusations and assumptions of some sort of devilry. He felt that the elf was trustworthy and there must have been much he could tell, if only he would be listened to. But Galel had made his mind, the dwarves obviously held a grudge against elves, and the zealous capybaras saw the Dark Gods in everything they didn't understand...

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Tanzul thought of the elf's words as he walked towards Themiyi's quarters. It was true that war was already in the world. In fact, it had been for a long time. And because of it the world was in chaos after much, too much, death. During his brief travels Tanzul had seen the aftermath: how warlords and bandit chieftains held the populace in their grip. Chaos and war was in their interests, it seemed. But to cause more war in an effort to bring it to an end... Perhaps it was necessary? Yet wouldn't it lead to just more suffering and more tragedy? The elf seemed to think so, but also believed that in the end there would be less if things were to go according to his plans. But what if they didn't? How could he be sure of it? Or was it just a gamble?

Tanzul was conflicted. He had put an end to more than one bandit with his friends. It must have made things better in those places. Put an end to the chaos there. But their actions had not put others -- innocents -- in danger. War was different. Or was it? Was it not the same, but only in a larger scale? War certainly had its uses, and despite all the suffering it caused, Tanzul had to admit that deep down, he wanted to experience the glory of the battlefield. To be part of the spectacle. A hero bringing the enemy down and saving the world. Perhaps it was as Osod had said, 'There can be no Light without Darkness'?

He needed more time to think. But there was still time before they would be in Waterlures, and perhaps there it would become clear what he should do.

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“Ah, Tanzul,” Themiyi turned around as the fox man stepped to the doorway leading to the balcony. “I hoped that you would come and join me. Come, please, let us watch the stars together.”

Tanzul walked to the balcony and leaned on the rail. He looked up at the stars that shone brightly in the clear night sky. He breathed deeply of the air as a cool breeze blew.

“Look, over there,” Themiyi pointed at a cluster of stars.  “That constellation is called the Crundle. And that slightly to the right of it is the Bent Spear. Can you see them?”

“I think so,” Tanzul said as he squinted his eyes, trying to make out which stars the elf had pointed at. “The Bent Spear? As in the dwarf kingdom of the Bent Spears?”

“Yes, precisely,” the elf said, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he looked at the sky. “It is said that a long time ago some of the dwarven clans of the north named their fledgling kingdom after those stars. But in those stars a great tragedy was written. They were warned that to take that name would bring ruin to them, but they laughed and took it as their own just to mock Fate. Or so it is told.”

“What happened?” Tanzul asked.

“Their arrogance and selfishness brought the goblins of the Tight Torments into this world,” Themiyi answered. “But you should ask your dwarf friends about it, if you want to know the full story. Though, it is unlikely they will tell you. I doubt that even the capybaras of your group that hail from the kingdom know the legend. It is something the dwarves would wish to forget and they tell of it mainly to their own kin, of their own kingdom.”

“Maybe I will ask them, if a good moment comes,” Tanzul said while he continued to watch the stars. There was something soothing in their twinkling, something that made you feel that everything will turn out alright eventually, no matter how dark things may seem. Perhaps they were really the souls of the Rabbit Goddess's faithful who shone in the sky? It was hard to imagine that anything foul could ever come from the stars.

The two stood silently and watched. A shooting star streaked across the sky. Tanzul let out a delighted gasp, “Did you see that? Truly a blessed sign!”

“Ah, you believe it to be a good omen,” Themiyi said, smiling. “I wouldn't have expected that from someone traveling with followers of Ôsed.”

“How so?” Tanzul turned to face the elf.

“To them, it can be good or bad, or most likely much more complicated than that,” Themiyi said. “Stars have many meanings to them, and since they hold the belief that the stars are the souls of the departed, returned to their maker, they are very, very important to them. A falling star could very well be the Dark Gods snatching a soul from Ôsed, or perhaps a loved one being sent back to the world of the living. Perhaps for a holy quest or the like. Always a portent of significance and great importance. Sometimes it feels like the Rabbit's followers revere the stars more than their dear Goddess.”

“What do you believe then?” Tanzul asked.

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“I believe they are stars. But also that they can tell us many a thing,” Themiyi replied leaning on the railing and looking up at the sky. “There is a force that runs through everything, through all living and inanimate, through river and creek. Even through the stars and the entirety of the cosmos. Our very souls are part of this force. In Ula Tefe the force -- or its embodiment, so to speak -- is known as Ithithe the Gorge of Apes. Wherever it ebbs and flows it leaves traces of itself, like the threads of a woven fabric, forming intricate patterns in a cosmic tapestry. Yet these threads are more akin to musical notes and chords. One could say that all of existence is a grand composition, and if one pays attention and is aware of certain truths, one can foresee where the melody will progress and take us. This is at the core of reading the stars. To know and feel the force, and with this see what is to come.”

“Not souls of the departed then? The stars, I mean,” Tanzul said.

Themiyi did not answer immediately, but continued to watch the stars, captivated by them.

“No,” he finally said, turning to look at the fox man. “But they could be, and in a sense, they are. Ithithe is something that is outside and without the divine, but also within. Ithithe is everything: you, me, tree and stone. Ithithe is everything what has been, what will be, and what could be. All at the same time.”

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“These things are beyond my understanding,” Tanzul said resting his head on his paws. “All the talk of the gods and this, uh, force makes me feel so tiny and insignificant. If everything is preordained, what point is there in anything? As if we are just playthings of higher powers with no control of our actions in the end. The thought feels... Wrong. That would be like they are some kind of ruffians, forcing us to do things we'd rather not. It can't be right.”

“That is a rather simplistic view, and one which certainly is not true, Tanzul,” the elf looked at the fox man. “I do not think you understood things correctly. Perhaps you should pause and consider it for a moment. I can not say much of the gods and their whims, but I can say that Ithithe, the force, is far more complicated than that. Ithithe does not seek to control with power, but to share it. Ithithe grants everything power and the possibility to change the course of what is to come. What the future holds has been written, but at the same time it is being constantly re-written by all of us and our actions. It is without power -- without Ithithe -- that everything would be meaningless, all standing still, breathless. Without power there would be... Nothing.”

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“I just don't know,” Tanzul sighed.

“Let us not dwell on it then,” Themiyi said tapping the fox man lightly on his shoulder.

Once again the two watched the stars in silence. Tanzul's thoughts returned to what Themiyi had asked them to do when they reach Waterlures. While he thought he maybe understood what the elf wanted to accomplish, it really did not make sense to him, and he saw no way why the folk of Waterlures would listen to them. Why would they listen to a group of strangers telling them that they should go to war? They'd be fools if they did so. But even if they did, how could one town possibly vanquish such many an opponent?

There had to be something Themiyi wasn't telling.

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“Do you really believe Waterlures could make a difference?” Tanzul finally asked the elf.

“Yes,” Themiyi replied, still looking at the stars.

“How?” Tanzul raised his brows.

“You will see when the time is right,” the elf smiled, stretched his arms and inhaled deeply of the fresh night air. He turned to the fox man, put a hand on his shoulder and continued, “I know that you will do what you think is right. I am confident of it. But it is getting late, my friend, and you have a journey to finish tomorrow. It is time for you to go and rest. I know you have still many a question, but there will be no more answers. Not from me. I have already said more than enough.”

With that Themiyi ushered Tanzul inside, bid him good night and a safe journey. Tanzul was confused and at a loss of words due to the sudden end of the conversation. Not knowing what else to do, he headed back down to the quarters where he had left his companions.

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Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 23, 2024, 09:23:35 am
(...continued from previous post)

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Coni was outside the guest quarters leaning against a wall with arms crossed in front of her chest when Tanzul arrived. She smiled in her typical jovial manner as the fox man approached.

“Heya, Tanzul! Where'd you disappear?” She asked looking curiously at him. “Why the long face?”

“Uh, I went up to watch the stars with the elf,” Tanzul replied a bit awkwardly, “Asked some questions, too...”

“And I guess it didn't go so well?” The hamster woman chuckled.

“No. No it didn't. At least in getting any straight answers,֨” Tanzul said, rubbing his chin. “But the stars were pretty. Bright. Hopeful. There's some magic to them, whether they're souls of the dead or not. You should've joined us... Speaking of which, why're you not in the room? You up to something?”

“Nah, not doing any funny business, if that's what you mean. I swear, on my honor,” Coni said putting a paw on her chest. Tanzul raised his brow and looked at her with suspicion. The hamster woman frowned, stomped the floor and crossed her arms tighter in front of her. “Tanzul! Really, I didn't take anything! I just didn't feel like listening to all that nonsense the others were touting about Themiyi, so I came here for a breather. Shame on you for thinking anything else,” she scolded the fox man.

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“Shame on me,” Tanzul muttered indifferently, looking past Coni, his thoughts moving back to his exchange with Themiyi for a moment. Why hadn't the elf answered his last question? Why all the mystery? He had not come any wiser, but only more questions on his mind. He snapped out from his thoughts before they boggled him, turned to look back at his friend and said, “We've got great companions and friends, but sometimes they're a bit too much, aren't they? Being friends doesn't mean we have to stand everything.”

“Mhm. You're speaking of Galel. Sometimes it's better to just ignore him,” Coni nodded and eased her posture.

“Yes, and play ostrich,” Tanzul said.

“Head in sand, sticking up your butt,” Coni chuckled and imitated an ostrich bending over. The fox man laughed at her.

“It's great to have a friend like you, Coni,” Tanzul said, patting the hamster woman on her shoulder. “But we should really head to get some sleep. It's late and I'd rather leave before half the day has passed.”



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Tanzul and Coni entered the guest quarters. Things had quieted down there and most were preparing to go to sleep (and by the sounds of loud snoring, Dimbulb was already fast asleep). Galel, who was sitting on the floor wrapped in a blanket, turned to look at the two. He had a wide grin of satisfaction on his face.

“Where'd you go? Were you two skulking or what?” Galel poked at them.

“And what if we were?” Coni said, bending down to glare at him just an inch from his beak and poked his chest with a finger.

“Nothing, just asking,” Galel shrugged his shoulders. “Pity you missed all the fun, though. There's nothing quite like a good quarrel before sleep! Such satisfaction.”

There came an unintelligible grumbling from a corner. Coni and Tanzul turned to look: it was Sibrek, muttering to himself, looking all glum while pulling a blanket over his head. One didn't have to be a wizard to understand who Galel had been arguing with.

“You never stop, do you?” Tanzul said and rolled his eyes.

“Nope,” Galel said proudly. “Someone's got to do it. Poke the honey badger and see what lurks beneath its fur.” The ostrich man stretched his arms and shook his head from side to side, sending wave-like ripples down his long neck. “In any case, I'll be shutting my beak along with my eyes now, so worry not. Good night.”

“Good night, Galel. Good night, Coni,” Tanzul said and stepped over the ostrich man's legs, heading to find a nook where to lay down his head.



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Okay, so this update was long overdue.

I was stuck with this one for a long, long time, and there's pretty much nothing happening here. Mainly just dialogue, some of which is very, very loosely based on dialogue that happened ingame, but mostly just made up.

I was intending to get all the way to Waterlures with this one, but I decided to put this out now, instead of you having to wait even longer and the likelihood of it just never being out increasing. (And it would've been an even longer read than this, had to split in two posts. Again.)

Anyway, I have no idea when the story will continue.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on April 23, 2024, 03:24:30 pm
Waterlures - a legendary tale, spun by a legendary writer. glad to see this appear in the forum feed.

 
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The travelers were gathered in the central chamber of the roundhouse. A newt woman, who had introduced herself as Pethit Breathgleamed, was attending to them with a tray of simple clay cups and a copper tea kettle. They sat around a table with warm blankets and furs wrapped around them. Coals burned in a brazier next to them offering some extra warmth and a little bit of light. Their clothes had been taken to dry at the kitchen's hearth by a muskrat man named Zes, who had just returned and seemed eager to get acquainted with the visitors.

utter cozy-ness. as we enter a warm spring, perhaps the warmest ever, its nice to be thinking of moments when even the smallest bit of heat is a welcome respite
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 24, 2024, 08:39:24 am
Thanks for the kind words! :)

It took quite long to get this update out. It's written in short sessions with long breaks in between along the months since the last one, so I was afraid it'd become disjointed, but I guess it turned out fine (for my writing).

I might start a new fort/story along this one at some point. Waterlures has been pretty much the only DF for me lately, so perhaps writing something else would motivate me more to spend time with my favorite game. Not that I don't like spending time with this one, but it's in a way exhausting, trying to remember everything that's happen previously and getting into the right kind of mood for it.

(I was actually hoping to get into 0.50 with the Adventure mode beta re-release, but at its current state, I'm really not motivated since there's still ways to go until the new versions have missing content that we have in 0.47.05. So, maybe I'll try again in a year or two. :P )
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 25, 2024, 02:37:48 am
Good stuff, and as with every update it was worth the wait.

I don't mind big chunks of the story having loads of dialog and not much else.

If you do decide to start up a second story fort do you have any plans for what it will be about?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on April 27, 2024, 05:10:32 am
Good stuff, and as with every update it was worth the wait.

I don't mind big chunks of the story having loads of dialog and not much else.

Thanks. It's a good way for me to get to know the characters a bit better by writing "meaningless" dialogue between them (though, admittedly I tend to forget their actual personalities most of the time). It might be that the next update (whenever it's done) will also have quite a lot of talking, hah.

If you do decide to start up a second story fort do you have any plans for what it will be about?

I have some plans, but none of them have really inspired me to do anything so far. Also, I'm conflicted about how much modding I want to have in it. Maybe I should just make a separate thread about it at some point? We'll see.

Anyway, if there's some wishes or suggestions for Waterlures (or for a new game), feel free to post them.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on April 30, 2024, 03:00:52 am
I've yet to see any meaningless dialogue in this, it all adds to the story.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 15, 2024, 10:34:33 am
Part XVI:
The Faceless Queen

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12th of Felsite, 383

The blue-grey light of early dawn was giving way to the first rays of sunlight when the companions woke up. They gathered their equipment and made their way down to the Shady Shark, the main hall of Twilighthum, to break their fast. Zes the muskrat man and Pethit the newt woman were already up, and before saying more than good mornings they went to fetch gruel from the kitchen for their guests.

As the companions were in the middle of their rather watery breakfast, they were surprised when a giant bat lumbered into the room. A few were fearful, some went for their weapons (Edzul among the first as someone who had encountered such beasts in the deep mountain halls), with Idar pointing a shaking finger at the bat and spurting a spray of gruel while trying to scream. However, Zes quickly calmed them down. The bat was no monster: it was the pet and hunting companion of Zes.

“Do not fear Thalu, my friends,” the muskrat man said as he groomed the hair of the bat and shushed it, for it, too, was a bit frightened. “He is quite a docile creature and quite the charmer. Right Thalu?”

After finishing eating, with very little talk during it, the companions prepared to leave and say goodbyes, asking for last minute directions and if there was anything in the forests they should be wary of. And there was. These were savage wilds, after all. Giant beasts roamed these lands, though blessed they were, and even such rare creatures as sasquatches were plentiful here.

“Hm. So the remains of the ape-like creature at your bridge was of a sasquatch then?” Maloy asked Zes, scratching his big floppy nose.

“Yes, indeed. The bridge display has kept most of them away, but every once in a while one of the sods creeps over the bridge or swims across the streams,” Zes said. “It never ends well for them. Poor buggers.”

“They still cause quite a ruckus,” Pethit added. “Dangerous creatures. They could rip off the arms of a human, easily.”

“Or other body parts,” Zes nodded and began twirling his whiskers. “That is something even an elf queen has to fear. Especially when these beasts band together after a harsh winter, their empty bellies aching for a meal.”

“Huh. That sounds awfully specific,” Galel said, squinting his eyes with suspicion. “There's a story behind this, right?”

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“Why, yes there is, in fact,” Zes replied with a satisfied grin. He straightened himself, cleared his throat and began telling a story, “Let me tell you a story, a story of an elf queen. Ahem, right. Lulo Eyìimara -- Lulo Spikessummer, that is -- was one of the queens who led the elves of Ula Tefe. Humble beginnings she had, born to a herbalist and trapper in...in...in... Um... Drats, it seems I've forgotten the name, but in some human hamlet, anyway.”

“Trimmedkindled. Part of the Distant Confederations,” Pethit came to the aid. “Or was. Now it's under the rule of the evil necromancers, like the rest of the east coast.”

“It is not any better in the western parts, unfortunately,” Maloy added with a heavy sigh. “Much of our kingdom is damned by the walking dead and lawlessness grips the land. The mere thought of it saddens and infuriates me.”

“Yes, yes, understood. Now, if you will, let me continue with my story,” Zes muttered and waved his paw dismissively at the two. Once again he cleared his throat and continued, twirling his whiskers at the same time. “So, she hailed not from Ula Tefe, but from a human kingdom, second daughter in the family, if I remember correctly. There was nothing special about her youth, really. She married her childhood love when she was but a teen -- very young for an elf, if you ask me.”

“That marriage didn't last long, though,” Pethit said as she listened to the story that she seemed to be quite familiar with.

“Yes, maybe a couple of years or so. And no children,” Zes said with a nod. “But she had other affairs after that, I think. Ah, I almost forgot: she also worshipped a god of the humans. Was it Pass... No, Po... Pi... Pissall?”

Galel began suddenly coughing uncontrollably, almost choking on his own spit. “You alright, buddy?” Dimbulb asked the ostrich man, slapping him a bit too hard on the back.

“Ow! Yes, I'm fine!” Galel snapped at the hippo man. “I just found the name hilarious. Piss-all, haha.”

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“PESSAL. Pessal the Taciturn,” Pethit said firmly and crossed her arms, glaring at Galel, then at Zes. She then turned to Coni, who wasn't paying much attention, being more interested in the bat and petting him. Pethit whispered to the hamster woman, “I don't blame you. Thalu is more interesting than this 'story'. Zes isn't much of a storyteller... Though, I've seen worse.”

Coni replied with a nod and continued petting the bat.

“Right, Pessal, the god of... Something. It's not important, anyway,” Zes said to the newt woman, who sighed and grumbled. The muskrat man ignored Pethit and went on. “So, nothing remarkable in her early life. Except, perhaps, that she lived among the humans. Doing menial jobs for her living, nothing out of the ordinary. But, anyway, it was in the town of Fordjugglers -- I think I got this one right -- where things changed for her.”

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“Fordjugglers? That's on the east coast, in the Steppe of Devourers, am I right?” Maloy said, captivated by the story despite Zes fumbling with the details.

“Well, I don't know. Probably?” Zes said somewhat peevishly.

“I-it is. Maloy is c-co-correct,” Pife said, looking up from a pile of papers with a quill in his paw. He too was listening intently to the muskrat man, all the time jotting down notes.

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“Right. So in this coastal town, Lulo met a strapping young elf lad, Queca Playclasp, a warrior to boot,” Zes continued spinning the tale. “Now, Lulo had a thing for sword-waving feisty fellows with a pretty face. So she fell for Queca, her heart beating wildly in her bosom when she first saw him. And the more she saw him, the more she yearned for him. Sadly for Lulo, the feeling wasn't mutual. Queca hardly noticed her, no matter how she tried. Not even her beauty without equal had any effect. It is said that Queca was so consumed by grief and vindictiveness at the time that he was not interested in matters of the heart. He only wished for death and revenge, not love.”

“How so?” Tanzul asked. He hadn't paid particular notice to the story, since his thoughts were wandering on the last stretch of their journey and what might come after that. Yet, this part drew his attention.

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“Queca was the son of a queen,” Pethit replied to the annoyance of Zes. “And his mother had fallen only a few years before in a terrible battle defending a dwarven hillocks from the assault of demonic hordes.”

“Yes, quite. I would have remembered that...” Zes said sourly. “But it was not only her mother he lost...”

“Ahem, where does the sasquatch fit in?” Galel poked at the muskrat man. “What has this all got to do with it? Or were the tall ape things part of the battle, hmh?”

“No, they weren't. I'm getting to it, if you'll just listen,” Zes spat out impatiently through gritted teeth. “Now, would you please be so kind to let me tell the tale?”

“Please, do go on,” Tanzul said, focused entirely on listening to the story now.

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“Right. So the queen of Ula Tefe took part in the battle,” Zes went on, his long tail slapping the floor erratically. “You see, there was this old alliance between the dwarves of the Bent Spears and the elves of Ula Tefe--oh, and the humans of the Distant Confederations were part of it, too, I think... If one of the kingdoms would be attacked, the others would come to their aid. And so, when the fiends of the Tight Torments arrived, laying waste on the Bent Spears, the dwarves cried out for help in desperation. And the queen answered.”

Edzul scoffed, not at all pleased with Zes's choice of words.

“Now, it was early winter when the queen's hosts arrived, riding alongside knights from the human kingdoms, their long spears tipped with pennons flailing in the wind,” Zes went on, holding his fist up high. “Eager to do battle and honor their allies, their spirits were all but crushed when they saw the enemy amassed on the fields next to the hillocks of... of... Hmm, now, what was it...? Ah, yes, the hillocks of Nosecanyon.”

“Ah! Oh, oh! I know this one!” Idar interrupted with a shout, bobbing on her chair in excitement. “Such a battle, such a war! So many losses, so many dead! Yet the fiends were driven back. No small feat that was! Praise the warriors!”

“Psh. Yes, the defenders were victorious,” Zes addressed the dwarf, waving a finger at her. “But at what cost, eh? The dead of the defenders were counted in the hundreds. And for what, hmh? You tell me -- or perhaps you don't know the whole story then?”

“No need to get all upset,” Idar answered with a frown. “Maybe I know how the legend goes, maybe I don't. But I don't feel like telling you.” She turned sideways on her chair, lifting her nose up with a loud 'hmph!'

“A-ha... May I continue then?” Zes grumbled and eyed the audience. It was only Idar who ignored him (or tried to). The others were still focused and listening, or at least they didn't appear too bored. So, again, the muskrat man continued.

“Now where was I? Ah, yes. The enemy... On the fields stood an unholy army, a horde with screeching goblins in the front, taunting the defenders who vastly outnumbered them. But it was not the goblins that worried the alliance. It was the huge, giant abominations from the Underworld towering behind the green-skinned imps that disheartened even the most courageous of the lot. Hulking one-eyed bird-like monstroties with blue patchy feathers, muttering horrible curses; noseless swine twisted into humanoid form, the sight of their bloated bodies making one retch; giant flaming moths from the worst nightmares... How could they possibly defeat such a horrid foe?”

The muskrat man paused for a moment, stretching his arms up and sideways in an effort to make himself look bigger and more menacing. It was not an impressive act. He then let down his arms, twirled his whiskers and went on with a hint of embarrassment in his voice, “Um, so, it was a mighty battle. Swords clashed, spears found their mark. Many fell, but in the end, the enemy was driven back. But victory cost them dearly: the elven queen was among the hundreds of dead and so, too, was Ílathe, Queca's young wife.”

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Pethit sniffed and wiped tears from her eyes.

“Wait, so Queca had a wife? How? When?” Galel asked, suddenly enraptured by the story.

“Yes, only some months before the battle Queca had married a young elf maid named Ílathe Scalyhailed,” Zes replied to the ostrich man.

“Her tale is a sad one, too. Tragic almost from the very beginning,” Pethit added, but when she noticed the stare of Zes, she continued with haste, “...But that is a story for another day and time. Please, continue Zes.”

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“Yes, yes. Let's not sidetrack too much,” Zes said with a nod. “So, Queca was utterly devastated when he heard of the loss of both his mother and his wife. When Lulo met Queca, he was still clearly in anguish. It hurt Lulo to see her heart's desire in such pain, hiding the source of his grief behind a cold, stone shell. Eventually Lulo learned what caused his misery, and she could empathize with his suffering, for she had lost her sister to the same demonic hordes in the Scaly Mire. She vowed to Pi--No, sorry... to Pessal that she would melt the ice and bring youth and song back to Queca's life.”

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“But before Lulo managed to soften Queca, duty called and he left to do battle in the far north,” Zes went on, pacing to and fro with his arms behind his back. “Lulo waited and waited to hear from Queca, hoping for him to come back to Fordjugglers. Yet there was no word of him, even though she had learned that the elf warriors had been victorious and none of them had fallen. It was only years later that she heard what had happened...”

Zes stopped in his steps and slowly turned to face his audience, trying to be dramatic. He wasn't very succesful in it.

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“From the assault on Doomedpatterns, Queca had returned home, to Fanciedforded. Planning to lay down his arms and return to the peaceful life of a herbalist. Perhaps he had given Lulo some thought, perhaps warming to her? Perhaps a romance could have bloomed, after all?” Zes continued the tale. “But --oh, woe!-- the forest itself rose up and prevented such things. For there was something else in store for Queca and the future of Ula Tefe...”

“Ah, so now the sasquatches come in? Finally!” Galel exclaimed and slapped his thighs.

“No, not yet. Have patience!” Zes snapped at the ostrich man, who was shifting restlessly in his chair.

“Right. So we'll be stuck here for the whole day then... Great, just great!” Galel protested, slumping deeper into his seat. Tanzul flicked his finger at Galel's thigh, snarling at him, “Hush! Keep your beak sealed. Let Zes tell the story!”

“Thank you... Now, back to the story. There was this ancient beast, this guardian of the forest, a titan from a time before time,” the muskrat man went on with his long-winded story, waving his paw in the air for flair. “Haileagles the Tufted Brew of Dawns it was called. It was one with animals, nature, plants, rivers and trees. With everything that was held dearest in Ula Tefe. Such a magnificent beast it was, said to be one of the greatest creations of Imepe , one of the three Great Spirits. Shaped from the primordial muck of Alho, long before the first of flowers blossomed, before the first of trees sprouted, before the first of frogs croaked.”

“Alho? But he is the very antithesis of beauty!” Maloy cried out all of a sudden. “He may be at one with Day, but that is the day of his grey dreary light or the scorching day of baked mud and buzzing flies. How could anything beautiful possibly come from him?”

“Now, now, Maloy,” Astesh cut in. “Is it not from the First Muck that Ôsed raised the whole of Minbazkar -- is that not one of the greatest beauties?”

“Psh! Do you want to hear the story or shall we rather talk about the whole of creation then, hmh?” Zes said brusquely, putting his paws on his hips.

“Forgive me, I meant not to interrupt,” the elephant seal man apologized and a bashful “sorry” came out from Astesh as she tried to avoid the muskrat man's stern gaze.

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“Ahem. Yes. Haileagles. A forest titan,” Zes, once again, continued, “It had wandered the Perplexing Jungles for longer than the longest of memories. Once a kindly guardian, it had been driven mad by the tainted waters of the Gristly Lake, or so the legend tells. It was the downfall of the elves of the coastal forests, the sister queendom of Ula Tefe whose name is lost to time. It destroyed the forest retreats of Vipermobs and Glittersprings, ending the life of many an elf. But Fanciedforded stood its ground whenever the titan came, its haunting screech echoing over the forests. So mighty was the beast that many an elf admired it and gave worship to it. Perhaps hoping that their gifts and sacrifices would somehow appease Haileagles...”

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“Queca had barely returned home when it happened, when his fate was sealed... When the titan arrived and the decline of Ula Tefe began,” Zes spoke in a wobbling voice. “Haileagles came unprovoked, without warning. Unprepared, the elves of Fanciedforded were no match for its fury. Their defences were broken, the elves routed and the forest retreat was no more. Over a hundred died that day and Queca was one of them.”

Zes paused and eyed the crowd. They were silent and mostly listening, except for the scratching sound of Pife's quill furiously taking notes. Pleased with this, he then twirled a whisker and went on, “It is probably needless to say that when Lulo learned of this, her heart and world was shattered. Utterly shattered. Such a sad thing to happen. Oh how things might be different had not the forest titan been mad...”

“Hmm. The forces of nature can be terrific, a force to be reckoned with,” Osod the llama man said solemnly.

“Yes. Even those who are dedicated to the ruthless protection of it should be wary,” Zes said with a nod. “So, Lulo's mind was engulfed in shadow, life lost its meaning for her. Years passed in a haze. Decades were but a blur to her. With the love of her life gone, nothing mattered to her. She was wasting away. That is, until the call came from Murderdrinks...”

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“The war between the goblins and the Bent Spears was neverending. Reasons for the war all but forgotten,” the muskrat man proclaimed, reaching up with an open paw. “But the alliance was never broken. The humans and elves always came when the dwarf kingdom needed, despite their heavy losses. And all the while the shadow of the necromancers was spreading. It was a time when the reigns of queens were cut short, all falling in the battlefield in defence of the dwarves.”

“Hmph! You make it almost sound as if my kin are to blame. That's not at all how it was!” Idar objected sourly while Edzul stared icily at Zes and grumbled.

Zes waved dismissively at the dwarves and kept on going, “Anyway, another queen had died in battle and princess Amala succeeded her as queen. So, as is tradition, a new princess had to be found. Heralds set forth from Murderdrinks bearing message from the Druid to elf maidens who were deemed princess material. Lulo was one to receive the message and dutifully she traveled to Murderdrinks, to stand before the Druid. And so the Druid looked upon the gathered maidens, communed with the Great Trees, the spirits of the forest and Ithithe the Gorge of Apes, and his finger moved to point at Lulo. So she became the princess of Ula Tefe... But that was not the fate life had in store for her.”

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“The reign of queen Amala was a short one. She, like her predecessor, fell while helping the dwarves fend off the goblin menace,” the muskrat man said as he made a plaintive gesture. “So it was that Lulo then became the queen of Ula Tefe, and during her reign things were more peaceful. For, you see, the Bent Spears made peace with the Tight Torments. No more elf lives would be squandered in defence of their allies, and effort could be put into more pleasant things. It was a good time for the elves and queen Lulo began to see life in a bit more positive light.”

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“However, all good things are doomed to come to an end, and all stories to a close,” Zes said in a doddering voice, twirling a finger in the air while holding his other arm behind his back. “Peace did not last long and the elves were embroiled ever the deeper in the war against the spreading threat of the undead. Winter was barely over when most of the able elf warriors marched to lay siege upon the town of Slidwaxes. A town that had fallen to the forces of the necromancer lord Githa Whirlsizzled. The winter had been a particularly harsh and cold one and the previous summer cold and rainy. Food was scarce in the neighboring human lands and so the elves, whose orchards were blessed and bountiful, aided where they could to keep famine away. But it was not only humans who were hungry. Oh no, there were others...”

“Sooo.... Is this the part? Where the sasquatch comes in?” Galel asked cautiously.

Zes slowly turned to look at the ostrich man and smiled. “Yes, we are finally there. What you all have been waiting for. Now, brace yourselves...”

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“Ahem. Many elves were away when it happened, either at war or taking food to nearby settlements,” Zes went on with the tale, waving his paws frantically. “The sasquatches came at night. Not one, but three. It was very unlike of them to band in such a large group, for sasquatches are solitary creatures, reclusive by nature. Nevertheless, Dustfloods the Poetry of V... Vigor? Yes, Dustfloods the Poetry of Vigor came with...with... Well, with two others whose names I seem to have forgotten... Pethit, help?”

“Zes, really? You still don't remember them?” Pethit said disappointedly.

“Please? One last time?” Zes pleaded the newt woman.

“Very well,” Pethit said with a sigh. “The three sasquatches were Dustfloods the Poetry of Vigor, Numberfaint the Fungus of Emptiness and Manbrands the Ashen Heaviness. All three of them very ancient and known to the elves from Legends. There. Try not to forget.”

“Thank you. Now, on with the story,” Zes thanked and turned his attention back to the audience. “So, three sasquatches came, you heard their names. So, the goblin poet Osnun Yawnmaligned was the first unfortunate one to come across the wily beasts, sneaking silently. She ended up being the meal of Dustfloods the Poetry of Vigor -- not quite the poetic end she had hoped for. Poor Osnun. Yet, it was her screams that awoke the sleeping elves and alerted the few rangers who were guarding the grounds. Perhaps her sacrifice saved the life of many?”

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“Now, queen Lulo did not stand idly by, for she was awake at the moment of the attack. She grabbed her weapon and flung down a vine from the home tree. To confront whatever enemy awaited her,” the muskrat man exclaimed with exaggerated flinging gestures. “She saw the sasquatch Numberfaint the Fungus of Emptiness grappling with Smunstu Eellie, a goblin dancer and scribe. Without hesitation she rushed into the fray as Numberfaint tore off a leg from the goblin! Splurt! Aargh! Crying out, Lulo ran with haste to intervene! But in the moment she paid little attention to her surroundings. And she failed to notice the third sasquatch, Manbrands the Ashen Heaviness.”

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“From the dark, hidden by tree and bush, Manbrands leapt, attacking the queen! Rawr!” Zes bellowed, hopping lazily with arms stretched out and flailing. “Lulo stumbled and fell down, the sasquatch on top of her. They tumbled and rolled, Lulo trying to wrestle her way out of the strong grip of the beast, jaws gnashing and snapping only an inch from her face! But, alas, the queen's strength was no match for Manbrands and with a loud crunch the burly sasquatch bit her! She screamed in pain as the terrible teeth of Manbrands sunk into her nose, and with a wet, sickening sound her nose was torn off! Shlurp!”

Zes snapped his teeth at the crowd. Maloy gasped, instinctively shielding his big floppy nose with his hands.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad,” Pethit muttered, nodding her head slightly.

“Right. Blood spraying and squirting from her face and blinding the sasquatch, Lulo finally managed to escape,” the muskrat man said as he whirled around like a spindle. “At that moment the rangers arrived, led by a fellow named Vadane Hilldimpled -- I think that was his name --,  and the sasquatches were driven back into the woods with much sword-waving. It was a sad night, and the loss of Osnun and several animals caused much grief. But the worst did not come to pass, for the queen survived. However, the once beautiful Lulo was now without nose, her face scarred and disfigured. Such a terrible sight to behold! From that day forth, it was rare to see her walk among her subjects -- and when she did, she wore a featureless mask of grown wood. Oh woe! How her subjects lamented for her! The songs of sorrow they sung! But... Despite all this, she became one of the greatest queens Ula Tefe had ever seen. And, perhaps, just perhaps, some of you may have heard other stories told of her, but with a different name. For she is more commonly known as the Faceless Queen!”

With that Zes stopped and looked at the crowd. All eyes were still more or lessed focused on him, expecting him to go on. There was an awkward silence in the room until Pethit began to clap her hands sluggishly.

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“What, that was it?” Galel said startledly. “All that build-up for a pitiful encounter with the sasquatch? What a waste of time! Sheesh!”

“It could've been worse,” Pethit addressed the ostrich man, though there was some doubt in her voice.

“Well, I found it quite the fascinating tale,” Maloy said, forgetfully still clutching his nose. “It may have been a long story, but there was much that I knew not of the history of Ula Tefe. In fact, it was quite insightful. I would love to learn more, some day.”

“Hah! Just some useless tidbits from history, adding nothing to the story,” Galel scoffed. “All pointless, really. And the whole deal with the sasquatches... Quite unfulfilling. What was so special about it, anyway?”

The muskrat man looked insulted and his confidence crushed. He averted his gaze from the ostrich man and began to stare at his own feet, scratching the behind of his neck. Tanzul felt sorry for Zes and glanced angrily at Galel. The ostrich man was just outright rude sometimes and lately it had been more often so. Tanzul knew that Galel could behave and show some decency. He just didn't want to.

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“P-p-pardon me, M-mister Muskrat,” Pife stammered, looking through his notes.

“Yes?” Zes shifted his attention to the hedgehog man.

“I-it was an, um, interesting story. Told quite, uh, ani-m-m-matedly,” Pife said cautiously. “But I w-w-was left wondering when was this harsh w-winter? You didn't m-m-mention any years.”

“When? Um... I don't know, really,” Zes replied and scratched his head. “All I know is that Murderdrinks wasn't the only place to be attacked that spring. Yetis descended from the mountains and creatures of the night came from their stinking lairs in search of food all around the place.”

“Master Themiyi would know all the details,” Pethit added. “He's the one who has tried to teach the story to Zes.”

“T-thank you,” Pife said, scribbling down some more notes. “That helps in p-placing the event i-in the correct s-s-spot. I'm sure the library in W-w-waterlures will help me f-fill the blanks.”

“Oh? You're welcome then, I guess...” Zes said and began twirling a whisker absent-mindedly..

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Sibrek stood up from his chair, stretched his arms and coughed, “Well, that was a tale, certainly. But we should really get going now. I'd rather reach Waterlures before the day is over.”

“Yes, while the lessons of the past are enchanting and all, and I envy the excitement of the days of yore,” Tanzul hopped in, also getting up, “the dawn seems pleasant enough outside, heralding a much brighter and warmer day than yesterday. It is time for us to move on, leave you to attend to your tasks. It has been an honor being your and your Master's guests.”

“The pleasure is ours,” Zes bowed courteously and deeply. “Perhaps one day I will come and visit that place, that Waterlures.”

“Perhaps,” Tanzul said and patted the muskrat man on his shoulder. “May Sas provide your streams with an abundance of fish. Farewell.”

With that farewells were finally exchanged, some awkwardly, some warmly, and the group of travelers headed out, away from Twilighthum, towards the town of Waterlures.



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So, that was pretty much a Legends mode episode then.

I began to delve a bit too deep into Legends after I noticed that just as I was about to leave Twilighthum Zes began to tell a story on his own. I thought it'd be a nice little story before heading off, but nope, turned longer than expected.

There was lots and lots of interesting stuff to be found, so maybe we'll see some more legends-delving updates, if you want.

Maybe next time we get all the way to Waterlures? Or possibly I'll get again caught up in dialogue between characters. We'll see.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Salmeuk on May 15, 2024, 08:59:17 pm
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“What, that was it?” Galel said startledly. “All that build-up for a pitiful encounter with the sasquatch? What a waste of time! Sheesh!”

I disagree, Galel, this was in fact not a waste of time but a very enjoyable walk through a moment in history. . the setup here, with a tale-teller and a scribe hastily scratching away in the background, reminded me of Eco's The Name of the Rose. its not exactly a genre, but out of all the stories I've read the semi-retrospective elements of your writing remind me of his work. and even better, it comes with *magic sounds* moving images and maps!


 Looking forward to the next chapter  :)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 16, 2024, 01:00:06 am
I disagree, Galel, this was in fact not a waste of time but a very enjoyable walk through a moment in history. . the setup here, with a tale-teller and a scribe hastily scratching away in the background, reminded me of Eco's The Name of the Rose. its not exactly a genre, but out of all the stories I've read the semi-retrospective elements of your writing remind me of his work. and even better, it comes with *magic sounds* moving images and maps!

Well, Galel seems to be quite a jerk. He's actually on his own all the time arguing with people and making them upset (while he himself enjoys doing so). There's all the time characters complaining how they got into an argument with the ostrich man and how bitter it makes them.  :P

I'll have to admit that I haven't read The Name of the Rose (just seen the movie many times). It's on my reading list, though.

Looking forward to the next chapter  :)

Me too! I have loads of plans what to try out, but I'll have to think a bit what is possible within the limits of DF without making up too much stuff. I should also go through what's happened previously in the playthrough and check what "plots" are still unfinished.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 16, 2024, 03:43:19 am
Good stuff, I like these posts where we get to hear some of the lore of the land and the people in it.

I wonder if anyone will get pissed off enough at that Galel guy to beat him up over him being such a dick at times.

And I to am looking forward to the next chapter.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 28, 2024, 03:03:33 am
Part XVII:
A True Hero

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12th of Felsite, 383

It was a sunny but cold dawn when the group of travelers left Twilighthum, heading south towards Waterlures. They passed through the dense Fragnant Forests, walking under the crowns of feather trees, pines and spring-flowering persimmons, pushing through the occasional thicket of bamboo.

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They hadn't traveled far when Tanzul felt a rumbling and churning in his stomach. The gruel hadn't filled him up, so Maloy had passed him some sausages made from sea otter. Unfortunately Tanzul's body seemed to disagree with the food and he began to feel nauseous. He tried his best to hide it and continued leading the way.

“...it really was a sad tale,” Maloy said to Pife as they truddged through the forest. The two were discussing the story of the elf queen they had heard in Twilighthum. “It is a tragedy that no romance came to bloom between Lulo and Queca. Heart-wrenching, really, when you think about it.”

“I-it was sad, true,” Pife said with a nod. “But I think Lulo let r-r-romance get the better of her. She l-l-lost focus when she let her p-p-passion take control. One should n-n-not get too carried away with r-r-romance.”

Passing under a plum tree, its branches white with flowers, Tanzul suddenly retched and vomited.

“Are you alright, Tanzul?” Maloy said, turning to look at the fox man.

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“I'm --urp!-- fine, guh,” Tanzul said, half-bent and leaning on the plum tree. “This'll --urp!-- pass... --urp!-- soon.”

And with that Tanzul vomited on the spot.

“Hmm. Perhaps we should stop and wait for a moment?” the llama man Osod said. “We are not in a rush, after all.”



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It didn't take Tanzul long to feel better and soon they were continuing their journey. Once they came out of the Fragrant Forests into the wetlands of the Teal Swamps, following the stream Amazedhoneys, the weather changed. Grey clouds hung low in the sky and it began to rain.

So much for the pleasant, sunny morning.



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Despite the downpour the mood of the traveling companions was fairly good. The rain might have annoyed some, but it was nothing compared to stepping in a thick clump of soggy moss or deep mud. Avoiding pools was easy, but steering clear of the moss and mud was virtually impossible. Only the capybara folk of the group felt at home in the forested swamp.

“...I was half-expecting that Idar would've joked at the part where the sasquatch bit the queen,” Sibrek said about Zes's story to Dimbulb as he tried to pull his foot out of deep mud. “You know, a variant of the classic dwarf joke about elves. The one that ends in 'and the elf said: are you going to eat that?'”

“Huh, why? Eat what?” Dimbulb asked a bit confused while he helped the capybara man to get out of the mud. Idar and Edzul, overhearing their chatter, began to chuckle.

“The nose, Dimbulb, the nose.'Are you going to eat the nose?'” Idar laughed,moving closer to Sibrek and Dimbulb, just as the capybara man's foot came loose with a shlurp. “That was a good one, Sibrek. Now why didn't I think of that?”

“Oh... Ha ha!” Dimbulb began to laugh, finally getting the joke. “That's funny. Asking if the beast would eat her nose...” He then paused, was confused again, and scrathed his nose. “But why would the elf ask that?”

“Well, because...” Idar began, but she then realized that if she tried to explain the joke to the hippo man, there'd just be question after question. Not to mention that such a thing would outright ruin the joke. And actually the joke felt already somewhat ruined for her. “Ach, forget it. Let's leave it at that, shall we?”

“Hey, hold up!” Tanzul said from the front with a raised voice. “There's something ahead of us, beyond those trees... Looks like a mound of sorts.”

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In front of the group rose an earthen mound, devoid of any life, the reeds and cattails at its base all withered and rotten. It was not unlike the knoll Maloy and Dimbulb had seen in the Forest of Rooters the day before. Chills ran up spines as they all looked at it.

“Another mound. Be wary, this may very well be the lair of another creature of the Night,” Maloy said, readying his spear. He turned to the group, but kept the mound in sight. “Some of us should go investigate it, to make sure nothing will creep out and attack us. The rest should stay behind and wait. Any volunteers?”

Edzul was about to step forth, but Osod put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him, “There is a wickedness in the air. As if something drenches all the color and life from around. I can feel the presence of the Death Gods, it makes me feel uneasy. We should not tarry here.”

Sibrek and Astesh gasped, both taking a few steps back and made gestures to ward off evil. Edzul scoffed, batted the llama man's hand off him and unslung his bronze war hammer. He then stepped forward.

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“Worry not, Osod,” Tanzul said, his voice carrying uncertainty in it. “Everything will be fine... I'll go with Maloy and Edzul to check the mound. The rest of you wait here and stay safe.”

“NO. I'm coming with you,” Galel said defiantly, stretching his whip in his hands. “There's no way I'm staying behind.”

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“Fine, you go. I'll stay then,” Tanzul sighed, trying not to sound as relieved as he felt. It was dubious if he would have been up to it if this truly was the den of a night creature. Of course he wanted to be a hero, feel the rush and all the excitement, but deep inside he was afraid and unsure of his skill.



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Maloy, Edzul, Galel and Dimbulb, who had decided to come along, crept through the reeds, moving slowly along the barren mound, seeking an entrance, the rain turning the swampy ground treacherously slippery. As they came around the northern point they saw a narrow opening in the wall that led to a closed wooden door. The door, unlike at the previous mound, was not rotten, but seemed to be quite thick and sturdy.

“Stay close and move silent,” Maloy said quietly, his voice barely audible through the heavy downpour. “We know not what lurks inside, but I think I heard something move within.”

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Maloy pushed the door open.

Ahead opened up a dimly lit room, crudely burrowed into the packed earth, with passages leading left and right into the dark. The dirt floor had slabs of roughly cut dark stone set into it and bones of small critters were scattered all around. Straight ahead was a make-shift fireplace with a cauldron bubbling on a small fire, its flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. In front of the fire stood a large, terribly misshapen humanoid, its wart-covered back turned to the entrance, stirring the pot and humming an eerie dissonant tune.

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“Foul monster!” Maloy yelled from the door, preparing himself for battle. “Your times of preying on the innocent and the weak have come to an end! You shall not blight this world no more!”

In but a blink of the eye the creature turned around, dashed and was upon the group who had intruded its home. With unnatural speed and jerking movements it caught Maloy off-guard, and were it not for Dimbulb's huge blade swooping down, forcing the three-eyed monster to jump aside, he would've been in trouble.

Maloy thrust his spear, but it went wide, the creature moving nimbly and unpredictably, kicking Dimbulb in the left hand.

“Move aside, Maloy!” Galel yelled from behind. “You're blocking the way!”

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The elephant seal man scrambled into the room, out of the narrow passage. The night creature, however, dodged another swing from Dimbulb, punched the hippo man in the neck, and leapt into the space from which Maloy had just moved away. Perhaps it was trying to flee?

“It's trying to run! Don't let it get away!” Maloy yelled.

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The monster screeched and kicked Galel, trying to sweep him off his feet. It hit, but the narrow passage prevented the creature from kicking with full force, and the blow only twisted Galel's left knee. The ostrich man winced, but remained on his feet.

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Dimbulb's two-handed sword shot over the shoulder of Maloy in a mighty shove, striking the beast in its hand as it evaded Galel's cracking whip. With a snap and a splurt, and a pained screech, the monster's hand was cut off. It sailed off in an arc, hit the wall and bounced back, landing between Dimbulb's legs with a wet slap.

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Screaming in anger and pain, the creature of the night turned to tackle Dimbulb, but the hippo man was expecting this and evaded its arms. The move was a mistake from the beast, for Galel immediately took advantage of the situation. He lashed out, hitting it in the head, the whip wrapping around it tightly and with a strong yank Galel pulled the beast down, its head hitting a rock with a loud crack.

The fallen creature twitched and jerked spasmodically on the ground for a moment, then stopped moving. A slight gurgle came out its mouth along with bloody froth.

The monster lay unmoving, dead.

Edzul looked from behind the ostrich man, patted him a couple of times on the side and nodded approvingly.



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The journey continued after the brief encounter at the mound. Following the stream south, the party pushed its way through the tall reeds of the swampy forest, cold rain pouring from the clouded sky. The weather made everyone glum, but spirits were somewhat lifted after the group came upon a flock of giant ravens and managed to walk right next to them, with Sibrek and Astesh getting so close that they could touch one.

Struck by awe, and certain it was a good omen, they looked as the birds took off, circled a few times over them before flying higher, croaking and cawing as they flapped away into the distance.



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The companions kept following the flowing stream, walking along its bank through the wetlands, drenched by the rain. As they came down a slope, Dimbulb and Sibrek hopped into the water fully clothed, splashing the water at each other playfully and laughing. The others paid little attention to it, though they slowed down and eventually stopped.

“...it didn't come out so good at first,” Idar said to Astesh, telling her how hard it was to learn the art of cheesemaking. “But not giving up after the first failure, or the second or third, the reward of persistence was eventually passable cheese. And with time and experience, the cheese came out better and better. So, you see, if you really, really want something in life, you have to work for it.”

“So true, so true,” Astesh agreed with much nodding. She then turned her attention to the two playing gleefully in the stream and said loudly, “Sibrek! You'll ruin your clothes in the water. If you want to bathe and play, that is fine and all, but at least take the time to do it properly and leave your garb on the shore!”

“Oh shush, Astesh,” Sibrek replied as he climbed up from the stream. “A little more water won't hurt. We're already completely soaked by the rain.”

As the others chattered away and Dimbulb chased after carp in the stream, Tanzul, who was foraging among the reeds, noticed a cluster of muck roots. He dug a few up from the wet soil, getting his arms muddied up to the elbow. It would make good tea, like the one Pethit had made in Twilighthum. At first, he had not liked the taste when they drank it, but after finishing the cup, he had noticed that it had a nice aftertaste.

“Muck root?” Coni said as she came next to the fox man. “I thought you didn't like it?”

“At first I didn't,” Tanzul replied as he stuffed the root in his pack. “But I changed my mind.”



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It was midday when a series of nearing yips, yaps and barks sounded from ahead, coming ever the closer. The travelers grouped up tightly, for they feared that something from the wilds was coming for them. The sky was clear above them when they saw the tall reeds swaying as something approached.

From the reeds sprung up furry backs, then snarling muzzles: a pack of giant coyotes!

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“Stupid wolf-dogs! GRAAAH!” Dimbulb bellowed out loud at the coyotes, unslinging his large bronze sword as he rushed forth.

The battle was on now.

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Coni was in the front when the coyotes and travelers collided. One giant coyote, with broad muscular shoulders, pounced on the hamster woman, knocking her over and sending her tumbling backwards. As she flew, screaming in surprise, she saw Maloy punch another coyote in the gut with a loud thud.

Coni tried to scramble up, but the coyote bit her in the right arm, just below the elbow, its teeth sinking in all the way to the bone. Coni screamed in pain and she dropped her dagger.

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“Coni!” Tanzul yelled almost in panic as he saw what happened. He turned his focus on the coyote scratching and biting at Coni. He leapt towards it and with all his strength he thrust his spear, and true he struck. The spear sunk into the coyote's neck from behind, cutting through muscle and tendon alike.

The coyote slumped to the ground, half on top of Coni. With great speed, the hamster woman wrenched and wriggled up from under it, drawing out her bronze short sword with her left hand. She returned to the fight as Tanzul still wrestled to get his spear loose from the whimpering and thrashing coyote's neck.

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“No! Bad coyote!” Tanzul heard Pife yell from nearby. He quickly glanced in the direction of the sound and saw Pife punching a coyote that was coming after him. Noticing this, Tanzul raised his buckler, easily deflecting the paw of the incoming beast.

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Something feral and primal had awoken in Pife, who normally was a stammering nervous wreck. As the coyote turned to look at who had punched it, the hedgehog man, standing much shorter than the coyote, bit it in the leg with a crunch. The coyote let out a pained and startled yelp, alerting Dimbulb to what was going on.

The hippo man turned away from the coyote he was facing, giving it a kick, and dashed towards Pife, yelling at the coyote, “Hey! You leave my buddy alone!”

But Dimbulb slipped on slick mud, hidden under bent reeds. He skidded and rammed into Pife, flinging the small hedgehog man on his back, causing poor Pife to slide in the mud further away from the hippo man.

It was hard for Tanzul to figure out what was going on around him. There was just too much happening. The coyotes were but a flurry of grey fur flashing around and trampling the reeds, his friends and companions whirling after them, sliding and skidding in the mud. Shouting and screaming, yipping and yelping. Snarls and whacks, whimpers and cracks.

It was utter chaos around him, like all of the Underworld was loose, and the air was made foul by the reek of encroaching death.



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It was over. The fight was over.

But all was not well.

The travelers stood in a broad circle among the trampled and bloodied reeds and rushes, with corpses of giant coyotes lying here and there. Silently they stared at the ground in the center of the circle, the ten of them.

A cool breeze blew from the east, swaying the reeds in gentle waves.

Sibrek took off his cap, and carefully stepped toward Edzul, who was on his knees at the center of their ring. Beside the silent dwarf stood Coni, looking distraught as she held to him lest he fall. Edzul was shaking and bloody from the waist down, his clothes iin shreds. He looked pale.

“He has gone home now, Edzul,” Sibrek said as he put his paw gently on Edzul's shoulder. “Another star will be lit this night. There is nothing we can do. Come, rise. Let Osod look at your wounds.”

Edzul slapped Sibrek's paw off his shoulder and glanced angrily at the capybara man, tears in his eyes. He then punched the ground. He punched again. Once. Twice. Again and again. He punched and punched, kept punching and punching. And as he punched, a heart-wrenching, pained long yowl came out his mouth.

Tanzul turned to look away from the dwarf and shut his eyes, gripping his spear tightly.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to go like this. Not when they were so close to their journey's end.

They had failed. They had failed to protect the frail. To protect the weakest of them. The most courageous of them.

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If only he would have managed to get his spear loose quicker, Tanzul thought. If Maloy would have been closer and not on the other side of the battle. If only Pife hadn't punched and bitten the coyote to attract its attention, perhaps then things would have gone different.

But it didn't go different. It happened the way it did.

Pife was swarmed by two of the coyotes, their eyes set on the smallest of prey. Both gnashing at him, tearing the poor hedgehog man with their teeth.

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With two of the beasts latched on him, Pife was shredded and torn -- thrashed like a toy in their maws. The screams of the hedgehog man still echoed in Tanzul's mind, the sight of his frail little body being flung into the air haunted him.

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And then Pife had fallen in front of him, limp and unmoving, shocking him so much that he remembered not much what happened after.

There was thrusting and stabbing, missing and hitting. Pulling his spear out from the head of many a coyote. Shouts, screams. Dimbulb barely standing, gashes here and there, but still waving his sword in wide, fell swoops. Coni and a coyote fighting in a murky bog pond, their fur coated in black mud. Galel's whip cracking, the ostrich man squawking in a frenzy, feathers all ruffled.

And then it was all over. The fight was over.

But it was no victory.

For Pife was dead.

Tanzul opened his eyes, but he could not get rid of the bloody images flashing in his mind. He felt shaken, and there was much fear in him. And there was also guilt in his heart, a piercing, painful guilt: for he had thought that what if it would have been one of his closest friends to fall. If it would have been Dimbulb instead of Pife? Coni? Or even Galel? He was ashamed of such thoughts, of secretly being relieved it was Pife who died. A hedgehog man whom he had known for only some days.

It was not right to think so. A hero did not think like that. A hero thought selflessly, acted when others were threatened. Sacrificed himself if need be, Tanzul thought.

Pife had fought bravely. Selflessly. Were it not for him, someone else would have died.

Pife was a true hero.



=====

Well, I wasn't expecting that. I should've, but didn't. Things had been going a bit too smooth with our group, so I guess it was inevitable.

Once again it was really hard to keep track of what was happening in the last fight, so that's why the fight is once again described with someone going over it after everything happened. 9 giant coyotes and 11 party members spammed quite a bit of announcements. With the spear lodged in the wound and Tanzul being on the ground on an occupied, his speed was something like 0.3-0.4 so that's why dislodging the spear took so long.

I was a bit shocked actually when I noticed that Pife was struck down. Had to save the game and take a pause. There were some plans for the little hedgehog man, but DF happened. It seems like giant coyotes are my bane in this world.

(As a note, Tanzul took down the killer coyote, which the game named Crossgrieved. So Pife was avenged.)

I also realized that it's been only around five or so days since the group left the fortress of Controlledseal. So Tanzul, Galel, Dimbulb and Coni barely knew Pife. Edzul was the only one who actually "knew" him.

Anyway, what to do with dead Pife?

Should we bury him at the spot (make an unnamed camp there), bury him somewhere safer than the savage swamps or drag his body all the way to Waterlures? Though, I think we won't be able to assign a coffin to him if we go for the Waterlures option, but we certainly can put him in a coffin/casket with adventure mode.

Next writeup hopefully ends up in Waterlures. This has turned out to be a longer adventure than I expected when I started it, like in the end of last summer or something? Time flies.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on May 28, 2024, 03:45:04 am
Nice write up I was thinking of Waterlures last night actually and I wake up and here it is today!

I loved how cozy the first half was and the tensions of both battles, because our party aren't overpowered legendary warriors.

A night troll or a pack of coyotes could do us in, but the moment I saw that pack of coyotes I knew it'd be a harder fight

I'm glad I was able to protect Coni
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on May 28, 2024, 03:56:23 am
Yeah, I was sure we wouldn't survive the giant coyotes without losses when they popped up. The "civilians" of our group are unarmed and unarmored and there's only a few well-equipped party members.

Handling the night troll was way easier, since the civilians could be left behind when the large tanks (the elephant seal man and hippo man) were sent in. I was a bit surprised that it was the ostrich man who took the night troll down, though.

We actually got quite close to Waterlures this round, so if there's no other surprise encounters coming up, we'll probably end at our destination in the next writeup.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on May 29, 2024, 02:29:52 am
Good stuff as always!

Everything was going so well right up until that last fight, not sure where to bury him, if we're really close to waterlures I say bury him there but if it's still a few days out we'll probably have to find a nice spot for him.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 02, 2024, 09:33:43 am
Part XVIII:
The Longer Way

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12th of Felsite, 383

The sun was high in the western sky, grey clouds gathering in the horizon -- a reminder of the possibility of more rain in these swampy lands. Yet, even if it would rain, it hardly would make a difference, for the mood could hardly get any glummer. Everyone was silent in their own thoughts after what had happened. For once, even Galel kept his beak shut. Most of them were bruised and battered, cut open and bloodied. Some had avoided physical harm entirely, but none of them had escaped the shock of witnessing Pife's death.

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They were resting among the reeds, bent and trampled during the fight. Osod tended to the wounded, focusing his care mostly on Edzul who had been seriously injured by the giant coyotes. Both of his feet were in bad shape, and his left leg was shredded all the way down from the hip. Fotunately, Osod managed to stem the heavy bleeding, but Edzul would not walk anymore, not until the wounds were healed. In fact, it was entirely possible that the damage was so severe that Edzul would never walk again.

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Idar gave the name Gesulnothis, 'Crossgrieved', to the giant coyote that had slain the hedgehog man. Its corpse was butchered by Tanzul and everything would be put to use, somehow. Before continuing on their journey, they planned to erect a small shrine here, at this very spot, in remembrance of Pife. His body would be buried elsewhere, in a place where no beast could dig it out and sully it. Instead, a figurine of Pife would be carved from the very bones of Crossgrieved for the shrine, and the skulls of all the monstrous coyotes put around it.

“Here, you take it. You should be the one to carve the memorial,” Tanzul offered Edzul a knife, after finishing the butchering. “You were closest to him.”

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Edzul took the knife in his hands, turned it around, weighing it. The blade looked like it was made from some kind of a gemstone, a blue-green color, but he wasn't sure which one it was. The knife was more ornamental than anything, but it'd do the trick. Might take a few tries, but there was plenty of bone.

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The dwarf set to work, focusing his mind on the bone, the knife and the memory of Pife. However, he was no bone carver -- cutting statues from stone was his forte -- and it showed. The first few tries were not good enough, not worthy of his companion and close friend.

He felt a lump form in his throat as he thought of Pife and his hands began to shake. With trembling hands he still continued carving, the results being a mockery of the hedgehog man -- at least in his eyes.

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Noticing Edzul struggling, Idar limped to him, leaning on her crutch. She bent down and picked one of the figurines Edzul had discarded and looked at it. “You know what, Edzul? It may not be perfect, but I can clearly see who it depicts,” she said with a feigned smile. “I like how you made the quills. Quite clever to do it with those squiggly lines there... All squiggling and so and such.”

With a huff, Edzul snatched the figurine from her and threw it away as far as he could. He stared angrily and bared his teeth at Idar, who just stood there jaw agape, stunned by his behavior.

“Why, I--,” She managed to blurt, Edzul's furious gaze preventing more words from forming. Awkwardly and slowly she turned away from the silent brooding dwarf.

“Did you-- Did you all just see that!? What he did? So rude! Uncalled for!” Idar complained loudly, pointing behind her with a shaking finger as she doddered back to the others.



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Building the memorial shrine to Pife took the rest of the day. A few trees were felled, the logs cut and simple pedestals shaped from the wood, and all the while Edzul continued with the bone carving. The shrine was rather plain: a square area was floored with and four pillars stood at its corners. The skulls of the giant coyotes were put between the pillars while the figurine of Pife was displayed in the center of the shrine.

It had taken many a try before Edzul managed to cut a statuette he was pleased with, and when he finally laid it on the finely-crafted pedestal carved from highwood, the sun was already setting.

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It was too late to travel any further that day, so camp was made next to the shrine. As the gloom of night surrounded them and the air became colder, the melancholy group gathered closer around the small bonfire they had lit. There was little talk and the silence was broken only by the crackling of wood and flame, sprouting sparks dancing into the sky up high. Astesh began an impassioned sermon on the stars and their beauty, how they were the souls of the departed, the beloved children of Ôsed -- something that she and Sibrek kept on rambling about.

Coni didn't feel like listening to it and slipped silently away, heading a bit further off where Tanzul was sitting next to a narrow bog pond, staring at its black waters.

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“Hello Coni,” Tanzul turned to greet her, a troubled look in his eyes. “How're you holding?”

“I'm fine, Tanzul,” Coni replied with a faint smile, sitting down next to the fox man. “I've got Jalew looking after me and my dice-rolling. Seems like the wound wasn't so bad as it looked and felt... But that's not what you really wanted to know, right?”

Tanzul nodded, looked up into the sky, and sighed heavily.

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“It's really hard, you know?” Tanzul began, struggling to find the right words. “To understand what happened. That it happened. It... It doesn't feel right or real. Or fair.”

“Mhm, I know,” Coni said, pulling her knees closer and hugging them. “I really liked Pife. It was a pleasure to have him around. He felt... Safe. Someone I'd liked to have known better. Kind and polite. And he knew sooo much!”

Coni paused and rested her chin on her knees. After a moment, she continued,”But now he's gone. He was so fragile. But also really brave. I wish there was something we could do.”

“So do I, Coni. So do I,” Tanzul said, sighing again.



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Galel, too, didn't feel like staying around the fire, listening to all that pointless preaching and prayer. Pife was dead and no amount of pretty words would change the fact. It irked him and he didn't feel like being around anyone currently, so off he went, all alone heading east towards the stream. Walking through the dense reeds and rushes, he listened to their rustling and whispering in the breeze. For some reason it reminded him of a tune he knew: Burials and the Superior Horn. It was a truly masterful composition, an uplifting and pompous piece played when soldiers marched to war -- nothing really like the sound of swaying reeds, really.

Galel began humming the main melody.

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It wasn't an easy one, for the range of the melody played by the vesh was wide, hard for even an experienced singer to emulate. And Galel certainly wasn't one. In fact, he could barely sing the simplest of childrens' songs without it being a complete disaster.

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As he neared the river, he heard sounds of splashing and chattering, chuckling and arguing. He stopped humming and began to creep closer, trying his best to be silent.

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Getting closer to the river, Galel began to make out the words of the creatures splashing in the water.

“...so awful, just plain awful, ugh,” one of the voices said in disgust, “That is no proper way to do things, Thoci -- that's unnatural!”

“Oh please! I suspect you would do better. What, you being amazing and all,” a second voice scoffed bitterly.

Galel was almost at the bank, just a few more steps and....

--SPLASH!--

“Drats!” Galel cursed out loud: he had stepped into water, almost tumbling down. He hadn't thought at all that the reeds spread all the way into the stream. The voices behind the last of the tall reeds stopped with a “Shh! Quiet!”, a few splashes and then some unintelligible whispering.

It was no use trying to sneak anymore. Who, or what, was in the stream had heard him and was certainly aware of his presence. Slowly Galel spread the reeds aside...

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...and in the water right in front of him was a group of otter folk, most floating on their backs, but a few were submerged so that only their heads from the nose up were on the surface. All of them had turned to look in Galel's direction, staring at him with curiousity, eyes blinking.

“Hello there, mister splashy-splash-splash,” the closest otter man said in a jolly manner, his paws drumming on his plump belly. “I'm Cova and you don't look like a nasty beast--Say, what kind of bird are you? A duck? No, too long a neck. A goose, perhaps?”

“Uh...” Galel muttered, not knowing what to say or do.

“Doesn't look like a goose,” said a chubby otter woman next to the one called Cova, eyeing the ostrich man with suspicion, scratching her fat chin. “A pelican or stork, possibly?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Galel replied acidly, glaring meanly at the chubby one. “I'm Galel and I'm an ostrich man. I suppose you're not cultured enough to know what that is.”

“Ostrich? Ostrich?” said one of the submerged otters nervously. “Is that dangerous?”

“Only if you give me a reason to be,” Galel snapped icily and the otter man dived under water.

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“Isn't it just swell when everyone gets along, Api?” Cova said sarcastically to the chubby one and chuckled.

“Quite so, quite so,” chubby Api replied and clapped her paws twice. “But really, I'm fine with strange bird folk sneaking on me when I'm splashing around in the night. Who wouldn't be? Why, look at Salapa, he's so fine that he had to dip and wash all the being fine away!”

The head of the diving otter man peeked up from the water, slowly and cautiously.

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“Point taken,” Galel said, relaxing a bit. “You, in the water. I'm not going to hurt you, you can come out.”

“Never!” the otter man shouted and dived again. Cova and Api chuckled, the first doing a rapid drumroll on his belly and the other clapping her paws frantically.

“Right, I'll just leave you all to your swimming and drumming,” Galel said as he took a few steps back. “I just came to see what was causing all the splashing. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. Good night.”

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“Going away is he?” Cova said in a faked disappointed tone to an otter woman whose name Galel hadn't caught.

“Good riddance, I say!” she replied bluntly as the ostrich man turned to leave. “My trust has to be earned and not many can do that! Certainly not any long-necked creeps!”

Galel stopped in his tracks and grimaced. He was irritated by the otter folk, but he wasn't really in the mood to jab at them with some witty remarks. And actually his head was empty of puns, his thoughts still on Pife's death. So he took a deep breath and kept on walking back to camp.

“Sometimes I feel so special to be with you lot,” the irony-filled voice of Cova rang from behind. “Such a joy to have fine folks like you around, always so keen to show your finest behavior! Especially when some weird not-a-goose appears uninvited! Haha!”

Obnoxious critters, Galel thought and grumbled.



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13th of Felsite, 383

The rest of the night was uneventful, but sleep was restless and watch was kept in pairs. The otter people Galel had met were not regarded as a threat, and hearing about them eased some worries. If there were other animal folk around, maybe these swamps were not only inhabited by dangerous beasts?

The morning dawned sunny and bright, yet it was hardly any comfort. As they broke camp and prepared to leave, Coni suggested that they should name the shrine Pifepari, Riddlemeadow. It wasn't perhaps the best of names, but it rolled off the tongue easily and sounded nice.

Edzul's condition turned out to be a bit of problem. He couldn't stand or walk on his own and he refused to be carried or to be given crutches. After some arguing and explaining that he couldn't crawl all the way to Waterlures, he finally accepted to lean on and be supported by the others.



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Their journey continued following Amazedhoneys downstream through the seemingly endless wetlands, all the way until it joined the river Swayedcrypt. It was the long way, going along the banks of the waterways, but they did not know the safe paths straight through the Teal Swamps.

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At the confluence of the two rivers was a small waterfall. As they walked closer to take in the view, Edzul stumbled, Sibrek loosing his grip of the dwarf, and fell flat on his face among the reeds, pulling the capybara man down with him. Sibrek quickly stood up and helped the somewhat embarrassed dwarf onto his legs.

“Sorry about that,” Sibrek apologized, brushing mud and dirt off the dwarf. “I should've held on you with a firmer grip, my friend.”

Edzul waved his hand dismissively, scoffing in a manner that said 'don't worry.'



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The Teal Swamps eventually ended, giving way to the lush grass fields of the Tressed Steppe with white boulders of limestone here and there. It was one of the blessed, good lands of Minbazkar. Feather trees grew among other trees there, their downs shining white under the cloudless sky.

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The Tressed Steppe, however, was a rather small area and soon after the flow of Swayedcrypt turned to the west, they came to the Strong Prairie. Where the two grasslands touched, a narrow strip of the barren and rocky Dune of Influencing reached the bank of the river. The companions looked at the dirt and sandstone that stretched as far into the western horizon as they saw, and it was a desolate waste with nary a sign of life indeed.

It was a discouraging sight, for they knew that the last stretch of the river would take them through it.

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But for now, there was still greenery around them, and further down the river they entered the Forest of Constructing. The forest was thick with bamboo growing among old, gnarled ginkgo trees and persimmons. The air in the forest was cool under the shade of the trees and the terrain turned more hilly and rough, slowing their journey.



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Along the bank of Swayedcrypt they walked, the sun now high in the western sky. It was a clear, warmish late spring day, with only some darker clouds to the south. Tanzul led the way through the forest, the bamboo sparser here and the branches thinner above them. At the rear of the group scampered Maloy, keeping an eye out for trouble from behind. He kept pushing the thought of Pife's death away from his mind, a stoic look on his face, despite being troubled by their failure to protect the prickly little one.

Galel, walking next to Maloy, saw through the elephant seal man's attempts to hide his emotions. “You know, Maloy,” the ostrich man began, squinting his eyes slyly. “There's no need to keep that mask on your face. There's no point in hiding it. None of us was untouched by it. Just let it show. It's plain stupidity go on like nothing has happened.”

Maloy glanced at Galel with a somewhat frustrated look. “I don't really want to talk about it now,” he said as calmly as he could. “This is not the time and place. I'm still obliged to do what I set to do, to keep this group safe, and I'd like to do it proper, not fail a second time.”

“Oh, come now,” the ostrich man scoffed. “That's just a pitiful excuse. It's not like you can't keep an eye out and allow your emotions to show. Throw that unfeeling mask away, let it out. Don't keep the pain inside like a fool. Scream if you must. Come, let it loose, yell at me!”

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“Please, Galel,” Maloy sighed glumly, “I don't want to argue. I have a duty to do, and you're distracting me.”

Osod, noticing Galel pestering Maloy, walked to the ostrich man and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Galel, I understand what you are trying to do,” he said calmly, “But your timing is off: a rainbow doesn't shine before it has rained, and it doesn't rain before the clouds are ripe. Let Maloy be.”

“Fine, fine. I'll shut up,” Galel groaned. “But I'm going to stick around and keep an eye out, too. Oh, and Osod, stop using dumb proverbs to sound wiser than you really are.”



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As the group kept walking, the forest began to thin on their side of the river, the trees growing ever the sparser, and the air became drier and dustier the closer they got to the barren wasteland. Galel hadn't left Maloy alone for a long time, and soon returned to pester and poke at him, trying to get some emotion out of the elephant seal man.

“You don't agree? Now, who would've guessed that?” Galel mocked the elephant seal man. “Think about it, really. It's not a fair world we live in, there are no real rules. If you want to go places, live a full life and not just survive, you have to take advantage, seize the moment when it's there, in front of you. No matter if it's fair or not. If you don't do it, someone else will. And you know what else? If there's no opportunity, then create one!”

“You're wrong, Galel,” Maloy said with contempt. “That kind of repulsive thinking is precisely why the world is like it is: ruined and torn by war. War waged by those who have no fairness or love in their cold hearts, who believe that no one, not even the Gods, are above them. That they are entitled to do whatever pleases them, on a whim. Believing that they can bend all to their will, to enslave them and dispose of those who refuse them.”

“Hah! That's power you're talking about now,” Galel gloated, sensing that he had tricked and trapped Maloy now. “Now, power, power is an entirely different matter, an abhorrent thing. I'm not saying that you should start taking slaves and become a tyrant. In fact, I'm saying quite the opposite: tyrants don't play fair, but they expect us to do so. So, why should we play by their rules, hmh?”

“I don't know. I guess I'm not sure,” Maloy said, uncertain how to respond. He felt that the ostrich man was bending his words, but there seemed to be some truth to what Galel said. “Maybe I have the two mixed then, maybe there's some overlap, or maybe I just don't understand what you're saying...”

“What's that?” the voice of Tanzul from ahead broke their discussion. “There's some buildings over there, beyond the river, look!”

On the other side of Swayedcrypt rose a palisade encircling several wooden structures with sloped roofs, a steep hill climbing high behind them. A tower reached up from one of the houses and next to it they saw a roofed bridge crossing the river.

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The companions walked towards the bridge, wondering what this place was. They remembered Zes mentioning some encampment along the river, possibly a mining outpost, but none could quite remember the name. Regardless, they decided to visit the place, maybe chat with the locals and ask how far they were from Waterlures. And if it turned out that it was still a long way, maybe they could ask for a place to stay over the night?

As they came closer, a grating, raspy voice shouted from the other side, “Hoy there travelers! A fine day we have today, isn't it? Are you the workers that Ral sent for?”

It was a dwarf with reddish brown hair and a long double-braided beard who was shouting, leaning on the railing of a roof terrace, the tower rising straight behind him. He wore a too tight sooty cloth coif and a hodgepodge of simple peasant garb and fancy silk wear almost fit for a noble, complete with slashed sleeves and all.

“No sir, we aren't, but a fine weather it is,” Tanzul shouted back as politely as one could shout. “I'm Tanzul and these are my companions. We are on our way to Waterlures.”

“Waterlures, eh?” the dwarf yelled, stretching himself dangerously over the rickety-looking railing. “Well, I'm Shem and this is Rivermine. You might just as well stop over here,  have a rest and a beer or two before continuing. You've got some walking still ahead of you.”



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So, I decided that the group should walk along the river and not go straight through the swamp, since none of them were familiar with the area.

Wasn't expecting to run into those otters. I found them by accident when the group scattered a bit during the building of Pife's shrine, and tabbing through them Galel was standing at the river with otter men swimming. So it wasn't entirely made up. Oh, and if you're wondering why they had names, I named them with dfhack, giving random names (and changing the language to elven).

Every time I dropped out of fast travel Galel was arguing with someone, but mostly with Maloy. Edzul is actually also picking fights, but it's a bit harder to think how those would go since we're playing that he doesn't speak, so I mostly ignore it.

I could've probably made it to Waterlures this time, but Rivermine seemed like a good distraction. If there's nothing much to write there and there's no giant beasts attacking, we'll certainly finish the journey next time.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 06, 2024, 03:19:33 am
Part XIX:
A Journey Comes to a Close

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13th of Felsite, 383

“A toll? We have to pay? For the bridge?” Tanzul gasped in surprise.

As soon as the group of travelers had crossed the roofed bridge into the walled grounds of Rivermine, a dwarf dressed in ill-matched mail, greaves and an iron cap, with well-groomed long golden hair and a prominent chin, stepped in front of them and barred their way with her broad-tipped spear, apologizing for inconviniencing them.

Another dwarf, with a rather short head and wearing a dirty woolen smock under a silken toga, stood at the doorway into the building left of them, demanding that they pay a toll for the bridge, stroking the braids of his long, dark chestnut beard. “Only three copper for each pair of legs,” he had said, fiddling with the chaperon on his head, then looked at Maloy's flippers, and had added, “And, naturally, those without the decency to have proper legs, the price is one silver.” None of them had expected this.

“Yes, a toll. Must I repeat myself?” The dwarf replied to the fox man, his hand outstretched and waiting for payment. He then looked a bit closer at the group, becoming visibly uneasy as he counted their numbers and the amount of weapons they had. Especially the huge elephant seal man looked very offended, very armed and very dangerous.  “But the price can be negotiated, of course. There is quite the number of you, after all, and such things certainly warrant a discount,” he said, gulping and smiling nervously.

“Splendid, now we're getting somewhere,” Sibrek said, stepping forward and rubbing his paws together eagerly. “I will pay for all of us. But first, let's discuss the amount...”

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Sibrek and Tanzul entered the office of the dwarf. It was simply furnished with not much else than a sturdy table and chair, both showing exceptional craftsdwarfship. Piles of papers along with writing equipment, scales and an assortment of knick-knacks lay scattered on the table. A dusty banner, a curled vine and an oblong fruit depicted on it, hung on the wall behind the table. The wooden floor was rather filthy, caked with mud and other things of dubious nature. The room reeked of old wine and vomit.

Just as Sibrek was about to haggle on the price, a door to the room slammed open, and in barged Shem, the long strings of his coif whipping about.

“Ach, you're asking for the toll, aren't you, Lokum?” Shem exclaimed with a frown.

“Of course, that's what's expected of me,” the short-headed dwarf named Lokum replied sharply as he reached for the weight-scales. “Our liege is not running a charity here, might I remind you?”

“Yes, yes, enough of that,” Shem dismissed Lokum with a sweeping gesture, flaunting his billowing slashed sleeves in the process. “Nobody pays the toll. Never. Ever. Not even once. And, besides, I invited these good folks here, so let it be.”

“Fine,” Lokum sighed, slumped into his chair defeated and picked a pile of papers from the table. “I'll just, once again, come up with some stupid excuse in the report then. Just remember me when I'm sent to the hammerer. Praised be the Light and so and such...”



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Shem led the group into a dining hall in the toll house, where they sat around a large table and the dwarf fetched mugs of spelt beer for them. This room, too, was rather dirty with spilled drinks on the table and floor -- even some of the chairs were sticky with beer. The southwest corner of the room had a weapon rack with spears placed in it and next to it suits of plate and mail armor hung on armor stands. In the northwest corner stood a fine wooden plinth, with a bone statuette depicting a regal dwarf sitting in a thoughtful pose atop it.

As they downed the beer, Shem told them that Rivermine was a  small mining outpost, with a dozen or so inhabitants, founded a decade ago by the Banner of Gods. Their foreman, and the steward of Rivermine, was an iron-fisted dwarf lady named Ral Curlrock. “Best keep on her good side and do as she commands,” Shem said of her. Hé then asked where the group hailed from. Tanzul told of their journey from the north, how they had set forth to bring justice to the lands, ending up in Controlledseal from where they continued with the rest towards Waterlures. Finally he told the tragedy that had befallen them in the Teal Swamps. It was hard to tell the tale, Pife's death still fresh in the mind, but the others helped fill in when Tanzul's voice wavered and he couldn't bear to continue.

“I am so sorry to hear that. My deepest sympathies,” Shem said sadly, taking his coif off and bowing his head respectfully. “I was wondering why you looked so... looked like... Hmm, like you've had a rough time. Didn't dare to ask about it, pry into your private matters and all.”

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Edzul slammed his mug on the table, wiped the foam off his beard and mouth with his sleeve and burped loudly, covering the faint sound of his sniffing.

“Thank you for your kind words,” Coni said to Shem, eyeing his doublet curiously. She hadn't seen anything quite like it before and really wanted to ask about it, but no, that wouldn't be polite. She drummed her fingers on the table restlessly, trying to keep her thoughts to herself, but she couldn't resist the urge for even a moment and blurted out rapidly, “Gee, that sure is a fine waistcoat you have, even with those unfortunate cuts on the sleeves it looks good, how'd it get all torn like that?”

“Huh, what?” Shem said startled, turning to look at his sleeves. Edzul gave out a long frustrated 'uuugh' and slapped his hand on his face. Shem began to laugh, realizing that the hamster woman had misunderstood the cuts. “Ha ha! Oh my, these sleeves are like this on purpose -- slashed sleeves are all the rage at the Mountainhome. But I suppose you don't have much knowledge of dwarfen fashion, what, you being a hamster woman and all -- no offence meant, of course, ma'am.”

Coni slid deeper into her chair, almost all the way under the table, embarrassed and blushing, wanting to disappear. Galel chuckled and patted her on the shoulder, whispering to her, “I made the same mistake, you know... But it was you who said it out loud, ha ha.”

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“Well, that fad hasn't spread to the north, really,” Idar said as she took a swig of beer. “But I think it might be nice to have such sleeves during the heat of summer. You know, let the breeze blow through the clothes freely, cooling things down.”

“Hmm, haven't really thought of it that way,” Shem said, raising an eyebrow. “Anyway, talk of clothes reminded me that the tailors in Waterlures are quite skilled. I've been there a couple of times, going to barter for some supplies, and once I happened to see the tailors work with my own eyes. It was something to see! I hate to admit it, but the capybara folk there excel in it, easily surpassing the better-than-average craftsdwarf from Inkedwhims. Though, they follow their own fashions in Waterlures, which is a pity.”

“Ah, we heard such things in Hushedfins, if you know the place,” Sibrek said somewhat excitedly. “Papos, the tavernkeep there, told us that fripperers often buy old fancy clothes from Waterlures. He had much praise for them. And, truth be told, even all the way back at Controlledseal there's been word of it.”

“Yes, I've seen traders returning from Waterlures with packs full of fine clothing,” Shem said with a nod. “I've understood they fetch a good price in the hillocks around the Plain of Corridors. Though, what with all the taxes levied these days, I doubt the traders manage to sell much.”

“These days? ” Galel asked, squinting his eyes inquisitively.

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“The wars, I mean. All the wars with the goblins. Has not word reached you?” Shem replied somewhat bewildered. “They've been going on for decades now, on and off. Surely that much is known even in the North? But ever since the fall of Violetgems, some ten years back, things within our good realm have become more strained. Resources are stretched thin, the old mines running dry.  It is not cheap to raise armies, not even when the levies are required to bring their own equipment -- according to their wealth, naturally.”

“We've heard rumors, yes,” Tanzul said. “We've also heard that Waterlures is now caught in the war. An elf told us, in Twilighthum, not far from here. You know the place?”

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“Yes, the home of lord Themiyi,” Shem said, scratching his cheek. “Never been there myself, but I've heard the elf is not quite what you'd expect from his kind. That is, a reasonable fellow, living in a house like a civilized being and all.”

“Truth be told, the goblin menace is one reason why I'm headed for Waterlures,” Maloy joined in. “All may be lost in the North, my home all but destroyed by centuries of war and the spread of foul magics, but I see still hope here, where the lands have not been ravaged by Darkness. Strength, honesty and kinship -- that still lives here. If, with my spear and life, I may help fend off the vile forces, to protect the peoples and animals, to bring peace and harmony to these lands and drive lawlessness away, I will gladly do so.”

Shem eyed the elephant seal man from head to flipper, glanced at the others and their equipment, and said, “You certainly look like a mighty warrior. Indeed, several of you do. I'm sure we'd feel much safer in Rivermine if we  had the likes of you around. These marches far from the heartland and the Mountainhome are a dangerous place. All manner of giant beasts and foul creatures of the Night lurk here -- as you unfortunately have had to witness on your journey. My condolences, once again.”

“We appreciate that. Our companion is now among the Blessed Ones, dancing with Ôsed in the night skies,” Astesh said, her beer still untouched on the table.

“Ah, worshipers of the Rabbit, then,” Shem turned to the capybara woman. “I suspected as much. The Great Doe is favored among the folk of Waterlures, you'll fit right in--”

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Shem's words were cut short as the door to the west opened, and a rather small-headed dwarf stepped in. Only her face showed from under her tightly fitted hood, stretching over her angular, protruding chin, and on top of the hood she wore a felt hat with an upturned brim in the back and a point like a bird's beak in the front. Other than that she wore rather typical peasant garb: a knee-length tunic with a long-sleeved tight shirt under it  and hosen covering the legs, with a leather miner's apron strapped around her waist. On her feet she wore muddy leather shoes ending in a curled tip. A pickaxe and other tools hung from her broad belt.

“Shem! What in the name of the Four of Stone do you think you are doing?” the dwarf said firmly, furrowing her bushy, low eyebrows as she put her hands on her hips.

“Uh... T-travelers, ma'am Curlrock,” Shem whimpered meekly, nudging his head at the group and holding his coif in front of him with both hands as if it were a shield. “I, um, invited them in, to share news from far off lands... They looked like they've had a rough ti--They are grieving, m'lady. They have just lost a comrade to the beasts.”

The low-eyebrows dwarf looked at the large, curious and colorful group that was all silent and staring at her, waiting. Her expression eased a little. “I see,” she said, straightening her belt and pulling it up. “Well, that is quite unfortunate. I am terribly sorry for your loss. But these are harsh lands, dreadful lands. Death and ruin are to be expected in the Old Elf Lands. It is, in a word, inevitable.”



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The companions left Rivermine soon after the lady's arrival, feeling they had overstayed their welcome -- Ral Curlrock was an intimidating dwarf, indeed. Shem became reserved and guarded, speaking very little, and looking at Ral as if to ask permission before he opened his mouth. They learned very little more about Rivermine, Shem mostly explaining technicalities of ore processing and assaying. The lady, however, was very keen to know why they were going to Waterlures and from where they came. It only occured to them later that maybe they shouldn't have been so open about their ventures.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Coni thought aloud, as they walked along the riverbank, leaving the entering the Forest of Constructing behind and entering the wasteland.

“What was what about?” Tanzul asked, turning to look at her.

“Well, all that 'the rightful baron', the 'blessed be his name' when mentioning the king and the thing about 'the false baron',” Coni wondered, hopping over a large sandstone rock.

“I don't know,” Tanzul shrugged and scratched his neck, “But maybe we'll find out in Waterlures. Though, it felt like she was leaving much unsaid, as if hiding something.”

“Hah! That's quite mildly put,” Galel squawked as he took long strides to reach the two. “She was quite frankly off-putting -- an uptight, miserable old harpy with a stick up her bum. A real she-devil. Didn't you see how scared Shem was of her? She most definitely was hiding something.”

“For once I agree, Galel,” Sibrek said from behind, a somewhat glum look on his face. “Lady Curlrock kept using offensive language of capybara people. She completely ignored me and Astesh, as if we weren't there. Very rude and impolite. Quite intolerant of her.”

“Yes, what did she call you again?” Galel smirked at Sibrek. “Ah, yes, 'smelly swamp rats'... Oh, and 'no-good wicked rodents'. No, wait! One more: 'disgusting hairy lard globs', ha ha!”

“Now you...you...” Sibrek huffed at Galel waving one finger angrily at him. “You made that last one up, and that's quite enough, thank you!”

“It was worrying how disrespectful she was to Almighty Ôsed,” Astesh joined in, ignoring Galel's taunting. “I would have expected that one from Ustuth Ïdath, from where the word of Light and Stars spread into the world, would have shown at least some devoutness. But no, she had the Prince in her heart, calling the Rabbit a -- forgive me for what I am about to say -- 'black-hearted and cruel deceiver'. Oh, dear Ôsed! Forgive me for uttering such blasphemy out loud!”

With that Astesh threw herself on her knees, looking up into the sky with tears in her eyes and paws crossed in prayer.

“Indeed, that was the worst of it,” Sibrek said sadly, making signs to ward off evil. “There is probably very much we still have to learn of this southern dwarf realm, and I am afraid there might be things that will make us... uncomfortable. But I am certain that all will be answered in Waterlures.”

“Aye, it's in the nature of folks from Ustuth Ïdath to be like that,” Idar joined the conversation, limping forward with her crutch. “Or I don't know about their piety, but otherwise they're an arrogant bunch. Haughty, bossy, thinking they're above all other kingdoms. A bit like elves, so to speak, but for entirely different reasons. I suspect it is due to the fact that they have been untouched by the Old Wars, the ones that tore the rest of Minbazkar apart. I mean no disrespect to them or their king with this, of course, but their safety was paid with our forebearers' blood. They seem to have forgotten it.”

Edzul, who leaned on Idar, grunted and nodded in agreement.

Osod, walking at the rear of the group aside Maloy and Dimbulb, shook his head in disappointment and sighed. Maloy kept watch, his eyes peeled open, trying his best to ignore the talk and keep his focus on his duty for the very last stretch of their journey.

Dimbulb, not understanding what all the fuss was about, picked his nose.



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It did not take them long to cross the Dune of Influencing to the shores of the Lakes of Saturninity, where the river Swayedcrypt discharged its waters.

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They walked across the silty wastes, the breeze from the east raising the dry dust in dancing swirls, and came to the mouth of the river. A flock of white geese flew into the skies as they approached, and further away they could see ravens soaring. The sky was cloudless and the sun was low in the western sky. Soon night would fall and the group had still some ways to go.

Tanzul took a deep breath, the dry wasteland air mixing with the refreshing and cool air from the lake. “It's quite invigorating after all that dust,” he said looking north across the lake that stretched all the way to the horizon. “We shouldn't have a long way to go from here.”

“It feels weird,” Coni said as she, too, looked to the north. “That all this is over soon. That we'll reach our destination after all this travel. So much has happened in these few weeks.”

“I should feel content. That we are at a close, our journey at an end,” Tanzul said rather joylessly. “But I cannot. How could I? What happened at the swamps has marred our mission. It has been a failure of the worst of kinds.”

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Astesh stepped forth and put her paw on Tanzul's shoulder. “Do not let sadness take hold of your heart, dear,” she said, her eyes gleaming with hope. “Pife is now with Ôsed, shining and dancing at Her side. He acted with courage, and because of his courage the rest of us are safe. Let us remember him for what he was and did, not for what you think of as your failure. Pife is at peace, his soul so bright with Light.”

“Indeed, Astesh speaks words of wisdom,” Osod said calmly. “Everything that happens has a purpose. We may not see the rainbow yet, for it is still raining. But once the sun shines after all rain has fallen, Mater will reveal the many colors to us. Have faith, my friend.”



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As soon as the journey continued from the river mouth, along the shores of the lake, gray clouds began to gather in the north and the air grew colder. The sun began to set before they arrived at the Laconic Prairies and the clouds rolled over them, a few snow flakes falling from the grayness above them at first, quickly changing into a heavy snowfall.

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It became dark and the snowfall turned into a blizzard, hampering visibility and slowing their movement to a crawl. The wind whipped around them and they wrapped their cloaks and hoods tighter, stumbling and fumbling in the slopes, doing their best to keep their bearings.

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They plowed through the snow -- now reaching to the knees of the shortest of them -- keeping the slope to their right, in a desperate attempt to shield themselves from the worst of the wind. It was completely dark now and with the snow they could barely see further than a few yards.

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Then, all of a sudden, Idar yelled, “Look! It''s a wall! There's a gate and some light!”

Indeed, they were right next to a wooden wall, reaching up farther than they saw in the weather and dark, and just ahead of them was a gate, open, with faint flickering light from torches or lanterns.

“We're finally there!” Sibrek exclaimed excitedly. “We've reached our destination! Praised by the Almighty Rabbit in the Sku!”

They were at the gates of Waterlures.

Their journey was at its end, finally.



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We're there! Finally!

Feels weird that this arc of the story comes to a close. What was supposed to be a short adventurer run to bring new characters turned to last for almost a year (real life, that is; in-game it was but a few weeks)! Granted, there were long breaks in between, but still.

What comes next, I'm not sure yet. At least I have to do some pre-retire stuff and other offscreen things before we return to fort mode (or whatever will be next).

I'll probably also have to re-read all that's happened so far and take notes. I've mostly forgotten what's going on in Waterlures.

Anyway, now's a good time to suggest things to do. Or if someone wants to do a short adventurer run, that's also a possibility (once I get things cleaned up).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 06, 2024, 05:51:01 am
Huzza they made it, and thankfully no other horrible thing happened to them.

Good stuff as always, no need to feel rushed to do all the reclaiming stuff as we know it takes quite a bit of time to get everything back to where it was.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on June 10, 2024, 03:59:45 am
Galel just messing with me after I lost my hedgehog buddy. Man!
Also those dwarves were clearly envious of my superior legless frame! Tis the life of the mighty elephant seal people!

This has been a really cozy adventure to read. I'm actually impressed about how you've been able to keep everyone with distinct personalities when having to write so many people interacting with one another!

I'm really fascinated by this world, but I'm not sure I could even do an adventurer run, because I'm mainly just interested in how you portray it!
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 11, 2024, 01:17:16 am
Galel just messing with me after I lost my hedgehog buddy. Man!
Also those dwarves were clearly envious of my superior legless frame! Tis the life of the mighty elephant seal people!

Yeah, Galel's a jerk alright. Pissing off everyone all the time. It's sort of fun to notice characters constantly complaining how they got into an argument with the ostrich man.

I'm really liking the image of the elephant seal man I have in my head. The majestic floppy nose bobbing about, lower body ending in flippers, scampering about with spear in hand. Truly a sight to behold and strike fear in enemies!

This has been a really cozy adventure to read. I'm actually impressed about how you've been able to keep everyone with distinct personalities when having to write so many people interacting with one another!

Thanks! It's been a fun group to write, though sometimes it's a pain to try and get everyone some screen time (Dimbulb is probably the most difficult one, so that's why he has been mostly a side character). I haven't written their personalities exactly as they're in their descriptions, but they're close enough.

I'm really fascinated by this world, but I'm not sure I could even do an adventurer run, because I'm mainly just interested in how you portray it!

I'm surprised how interesting this world turned out to be. I really didn't check Legends much when I started the game. Just that there were quite interesting deities and a dwarf kingdom ruled by a necromancer. I didn't even realize how far the necromancer apocalypse was in the northern parts of the world. And I keep constantly finding new interesting stuff, even though it's a relatively small place (or maybe that's precisely why: easier to connect the dots when you're not overwhelmed by the amount of civs and so on).

It's funny how I've been for a long time wanting to start another game in another world, but I keep on discarding generated worlds and coming back to this one. Maybe It's just me being (unhealthily) attached to this one, but I still feel that this is one of the more unique (almost vanilla) DF worlds I've managed to generate.

But yeah, we'll see where we go from here. I'm currently going through old writeups and taking notes of happenings and loose ends. It'll take some time since there's quite a lot to read. After that I'll do a couple of offscreen things (getting Rin to Waterlures, for instance) before doing the actual fort unretire cleanup.

Any suggestions for what people would like to see are welcome. Also if there's someone who still wants a named character, that's also doable (though I'll just make them start at Waterlures, so we can get on with fort mode for a change).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 11, 2024, 04:35:54 am
That reminds me that I really should do more legends diving when I play the game, as with out it it seems like I'm missing out on most of what the game has to offer.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 14, 2024, 05:53:04 am
Small update on progress:

I've read/skimmed through the story (took quite a bit of doing). Made some notes of what's happened so far and what plans have been left unfinished. Other than that, I've retired the adventurers at Waterlures, brought Rin back (there'll be no report of the journey, but here's what happened briefly: traveled across the lands without stopping and got into a couple of fights with giant coyotes & wolves. So, nothing Rin couldn't handle). There were some folks missing from Waterlures, but I brought a couple back. Also some random prophet was listed as a hostile, so I unretire-anyone'd him and made him retire at Waterlures.

Currently I'm doing the tedious unretire stuff. That is, reassigning all bedrooms, dining rooms, offices, rebuilding scattered cabinets & chests, and a whole lot of other stuff. So, this'll likely take a day or two depending on my mood. Hopefully I'll get to actual play during the weekend.

Population is around ~135 at the moment and we have plenty of empty rooms. Our adventurers who just arrived will be counted as long-term residents and gain citizenship after two years, so I can't assign any of them to any squads before that. Probably they'll just hang out in a pub and wait.

Here's some unfinished plots/things/whatever as a reminder:


If there's anything particular you'd like to see, feel free to suggest.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: Maloy on June 14, 2024, 01:25:19 pm
I'd love to see little glimpses of how citizens have been doing. No one in particular, but just these small recaps of how their lives have gone and maybe how a few of them view events of the outside world
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 15, 2024, 12:53:54 am
I'd love to see little glimpses of how citizens have been doing. No one in particular, but just these small recaps of how their lives have gone and maybe how a few of them view events of the outside world

Yeah, I'm definitely going to do that. Since there's nothing much to build and/or dig (at least before we get in to sewer business), there's plenty of time to just follow citizens and see what's going on and how they're feeling.

So, I managed to get most of the unretire hassle done yesterday and start actual play. There's probably still problems with old food stockpiles, but I can redo them while playing. I had a bit of a FPS scare: it dropped to the single digits at one point from 20-30. But I guess it had something to do with caverns and everyone wanting to head into the maze at once to pick up old corpses and livestock that had scattered there. Now FPS is back to 30-40, which is much better than with my old laptop, and more than enough (I actually prefer it being around 25-30).

I'm keeping invaders off for at least the cleaning up business, but might keep them off until the end of the year. There'll still be cavern wildlife that can be a danger, but no FBs, (semi)megabeasts, sieges, etc.

Anyways, most likely an update will be up at some point next week (unless I run into unexpected issues).
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: King Zultan on June 15, 2024, 04:16:03 am
I to like the updates where you follow random towns folk around and see what they're doing.

Also sewers sound like an interesting addition, anything fun planned for them?
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 15, 2024, 06:18:10 am
Also sewers sound like an interesting addition, anything fun planned for them?

Nothing much really. I made a draft of them before the long adventure, so I have some kind of idea where they'll go. Nothing big, just a few canals and walkways around them. Probably relatively deep (for Waterlures, that is), so that they can go under the small dwarf quarters we have. They sewers will be connected to the lake and then drain into the caverns if needed. Not going to have a constant water flow.

But we'll see what will come of it once we're there.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: MaiseNow on June 17, 2024, 12:15:20 pm
bob, I don't have anything really to say other than praise for your dedication to the story of these capybarafolk. This is a LOT of effort (both technical and creative) and it shows in the best way through your art and your dialogue writing. Thank you for having so much fun with this for so long. It's a nice pleasant read about an interesting fort, and though the adventure mode stuff sounds tedious to re-configure after returning to Waterlures, I love the elements it adds to your storytelling.

Anyways, just figured you'd appreciate some praise for your efforts. Carry on. :D
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 18, 2024, 01:11:35 am
Thanks!

It's always nice to hear that the lives and adventures of the capybara folk bring enjoyment to others and not just me. :)

While the way I've been playing is sometimes a bit tedious, it's been worth it. Never been so attached to a fort (and world) this much.
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 19, 2024, 04:16:01 am
Part I:
Plans in Motion

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Late spring, year 383

Summer was just around the corner, and the wooden walkways, dirt paths and paved streets of Waterlures were bustling with activity. There was much excitement and anticipation in the air after a rather bleak year and a harsh winter. Spring cleaning and other work had been postponed due to snow storms lasting all the way until mid-Felsite. Now, as snow gave way to greenery and spring flowers, the capybara folk and other citizens of Waterlures were hard at work. Old betattered clothing was sorted, spoiled food was taken to the middens outside the town walls, the sheep were shorn, and yarn was spun.

And so on.

But it was not only work that caused all the buzz. One reason was the arrival of the odd group of ten travelers during the last of the blizzards, seeking a new life in the town, where the Almighty Rabbit was revered above all, with some of the newcomers offering their arms to defend the town from its foes. It was a welcome gesture, though they would have to wait until such things were possible. For, you see, the citizens and leadership of Waterlures were traditional in that sense: each new arrival had to go through a two year trial period before they were granted writs of citizenship.

Yet, it was not these newcomers who caused the most commotion: it was the unexpected return of one of the Four who disappeared without a word—and practically no trace—over a decade ago.

The Assistant Sheriff Rin Fisthearts, a goblin and former miller, had finally returned to Waterlures.

But he came alone. And he was...different. No doubt it was due to what he had faced and gone through during the years he was away. Rin did not tell much else than that they had gone on a divine quest with Lòr Drinkbusts—the son of Edu and Kib who had been sent away to Morningwilt after being bitten by a werebeast. They had encountered many a necromancer and undead on their journeys, taking down as many as they could. But eventually Lòr, Suwu and Cañar had fallen one by one to the foul sorcerers and their cursed minions. Of Ova he said that the mandrill man had lived the last of his years peacefully, dying of old age.

And after the last of the companions—that being Cañar—had died, Rin had decided to return.

This was not true, but it was not exactly a lie either. Rin just left much untold, not wanting to sully the memory of Lòr or Cañar, who had been seduced by the Dark Gods.

And he said no word of his own fate: that he had drowned only to be raised from the dead as a Death Hunter.



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Mayor Fecici's office

“What did you say your name was again?” said the deep-voiced elf mayor as he went through a pile of papers on his desk.

“Jasmuk, Jasmuk Watercombats, sire,” the muscular old man replied with his eyes lowered, scratching his short white beard. “This is not my first time in Waterlures. In fact, I've been here several times. Surely you remember us meeting, mayor Fecici.”

“No. No, I don't,” Fecici said sourly, now with one of the papers in his hands. “That, of course, doesn't mean that we haven't met. I just happen to see an awful lot of people each day. Every day. Around the year. Hard to keep track of all these faces, names and what-not. So much to do, so much to rember, but so little time. That is the burden of being the most important person around. Being the mayor, that is.”

Fecici paused for a moment and began looking intently at the paper, muttering “hmm” to himself. Jasmuk stood silent, waiting, understanding that it probably wouldn't be such a good idea to interrupt the elf.

“A-ha!” exclaimed the elf with a smug smile as he poked at the paper with his finger. “This is what I was looking for!” He then put the paper down, took on a matter-of-fact face, and turned his attention to the old man. 'That man is far too fit for one his age. It's not right. Not right at all,' he thought, comparing his wiry frame to the human's bulging arms. He coughed in his fist and said, “Ahem, yes. And you want to stay here and study?”

“Yes. At the House of Knowledge,” Jasmuk said, his eyes still lowered. “It is by far the greatest collection of scrolls and codices in the whole of Minbazkar. Why, I've been to Controlledseal and seen their grand library, and I just came from Inkedwhims. It—”

“Yes, yes,” Fecici interrupted annoyedly and waved his hand in a belittling manner. “It is good to have more of the likes of you around. Never enough knowledge and so on. I presume you know your way to the right place. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some much more important matters to attend to than this silliness. Ta-ta!”

With that the elf stood up and strode to the stairs, waving the paper in his hand. Jasmuk stood there, his mouth half open, eyes darting left to right as he wondered was that a yes or what. After deliberating for a moment, he came to the conclusion that it was not a yes, but, in fact, two yesses.



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Galel and Osod had gone fishing while the others from their group helped with the spring cleaning. Hematite, and summer, was just a couple days away as the two sat on the old fishing pier, a light drizzle falling from the sky. Osod was humming an old song he knew, quite out of tune. The rain pattered rhythmically on his copper skullcap, which looked like it was too small for his head.

Galel kept glancing to his side, squinting his eyes inquisitevely. He was looking at the strange goblin who spoke little, sitting next to them with a fishing rod in his hands, also fishing.

“Say, you're the one all the fuss is about, huh?” Galel finally said to the goblin. He looked the goblin from head to toe, judgmentally. “You were on some kind of long adventure or something, I've understood. I was on one, too, you know?”

The goblin turned to look at the ostrich man, saying nothing, then turned his attention back to the fishing.

“Not much of a talker, eh?” Galel scoffed. “Well, suit yourself then. I've anyways got better things to do than talk to some sulking goblin, pssh... You depressed or what?”

“Leave him be, Galel,” Osod said to the ostrich man in his typical manner trying to calm things down.

Galel shifted his attention to the llama man and began in turn poking and jabbing at him, searching for a way to get into an argument. Rin didn't pay attention to the two. He didn't mind them at all, and, besides, he was thinking of his return to Waterlures.

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It had been strange to come back several weeks ago. Walking down the paved road from the hilltop towards the Mill Gate. Seeing the old mill—his old home—standing there strong and proud, the blades turning slowly and groaning in the breeze... It was a sight he had missed.

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He had entered the mill. The millstone was churning, like it used to, barrels full of spelt and quinoa waiting to be milled. Up the ladders he had climbed, checking the sacks of flour, taking some in his hand, letting it fall between his fingers back in to the sack. He had gone all the way up to his old room. Seeing his room, untouched, had brought so many memories back.

It had felt...odd.

Since Cañar had brought Rin back from the Other Side, he hadn't felt pretty much anything. Or even thought. It wasn't that he couldn't, he just didn't need to. No emotions, no thoughts. No need to speak.

But now, with him going through all his memories after the events of Ceilingyell, he sometimes felt...something? It wasn't the same as when still alive, but nevertheless he felt. Remembering old sparring sessions with Sheriff Fayoba made him exhilarated. Thinking about when he used to pray to Githu—the god of death and murder—brought wonder into his undead and unfeeling heart. He felt delight when he remembered how he had used to love hoarding all manner of fine knick-knacks, hide them around the mill.

He had thought that the unliving did not feel or care. He had been wrong.

It made Rin smile. A barely visible smile, perhaps, but nevertheless a smile it was.



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Early Hematite, year 383

Astesh was in the wine cellar below the brewery with fellow capybara woman Fikod Ragacts, the fourteen year old daughter of Fikod Livingglazes the Dungeon Master. It was the beginning of Hematite and the summer, though the weather kept on being dour: it was raining constantly.

The raspberry wine was good and Astesh was starting to feel euphoric, so was Fikod—inebriation was kicking in for both of them.

“Ah, I feel sooo good!” Young Fikod exclaimed in delight. “I prefer this to Datan's mead, though it's nothing compared to soft wheat beer.”

“It certainly is good,” Astesh agreed, almost fumbling her mug. She still had difficulties holding onto things with her paws—her many wounds hadn't had time to heal properly yet. “I do like this place of yours, what you have built for yourselves, and now share with us... But, nevertheless, I can not shake off the feeling that all will not end well.”

Fikod looked at Astesh curiously, wondering. “What do you mean?” the young capybara woman asked.

“I was saddened to hear that the grand temple of Ôsed has stood unfinished for years upon years,” Astesh replied sadly, her heart feeling heavy. “It... It is practically overgrown now. The floor tiles were cracked with weeds pushing through. Moss is taking hold on the pillars. The walls look like they could come crumbling down any day now... Such neglect, nothing good will come of it. It makes my heart ache.”

“Oh, worry not of such things,” Fikod said, furrowing her brows slightly. It feeled a bit odd to be concerned by an unfinished temple when there were plenty of shrines dedicated to the Rabbit in Waterlures. “You are just being a worrywart. The first shrine ever to be built in Waterlures was for Ôsed, and it still stands proudly next to the waters, like the mountains raised by the Doe Goddess, Her sky stretching above it, the stars shining on it in the night.”

The words were not much of a relief for Astesh, but it still made her smile—at least for the moment.



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Fishing was a good way to spend time in Waterlures. With the two year trial period before gaining the right to do proper work or join the militia, there was not much to do except help out with hauling this and that. And there is only so much you can carry piles of old bones or barrels of fish before getting bored. Even when you respect hard work.

So Tanzul and Dimbulb had joined Galel and went fishing for a change. It was surprisingly relaxing after a break for a couple of weeks—back at home in the North, in Brimstaff, Tanzul spent each and every day fishing, and cleaning what he caught until the setting of the sun. It wasn't exactly fun when that's all you did, but here it was somehow different and felt like the beginning of something new.

“There's that creep again,” Galel whispered to the two, nudging with his head towards Rin the goblin, who was fishing further off all alone. “Every time I come here, no matter how early or late, he's here already. Makes you wonder if he ever goes to sleep. Suspicious fellow. Possibly scheming something devious in that twisted goblin head of his. I wouldn't trust him... A foul necromancer, perhaps?”

“Oh? Who? What? Where?” Dimbulb said as he looked around, turning his head left to right, trying to see who Galel spoke of. Soon he understood that the ostrich man meant the nice, silent goblin who everyone in town was so excited about.

Rin turned to look at Dimbulb. Dimbulb waved at him and smiled a broad fake smile. The goblin raised his hand in response, then turned back to fishing.

“That's not nice, Galel,” Dimbulb said crossly to the ostrich man, frowning and crossing his hands in front of his chest. “Not nice at all. Calling him twisted. You're always mean to everyone. Even to your buddies. I don't like it. You were mean to me just yesterday. And I'm still angry at you.”

“Alright, alright. I'll let it be this time,” Galel said feigning submission with a roguish grin.

“You know, it's good to be fishing again,” Tanzul said, changing the subject before Galel could make up something to argue about. “It's been a nice couple of weeks after all that's happened. It sort of feels like home here. I think this is just what I needed.”

“Eh, so you're thinking we should stay?” Galel turned to the fox man, raising his brow.

“Mhm. I'd like to see where things go here,” Tanzul said with a smile. “I don't think I'm really cut out for that adventuring and hero stuff. It's felt like too heavy a burden at times, to try and be something I'm not, I guess. Here, for the first time in quite a while, I'm feeling optimistic of the future.”

“Yah, I feel the same,” Dimbulb joined in, sounding happy. “It's nice here. I like the work and the food is good. Coni said she liked it here, too. I think we should stay.”

“Pssh, you'll get bored long before we're granted citizenship,” Galel scoffed at the two, making a dismissive gesture. “Mark my words, before the two years is over, you'll be wanting—begging—to head off on another adventure. To do all that hero business that you were so keen on.”

“Nah, I wouldn't count on it,” Tanzul said confidently. “I'm sure that staying here is the right thing to do. I'm absolutely positive about it.”



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There was a slight problem one late spring morning: sheep, goats and yaks were running around all over the place. Someone had left the gate to the animal pen ajar in the evening. Now the livestock was scattered around, bleating and mooing, fleeing the capybara folk who chased after them to drag them back to the pens.

Coni had volunteered to help, and she was leading a yak calf to the pens. “Come now little one, you'll feel much better when you get to your friends,” she said to the confused little yak. “You are lucky, you know? You don't have to listen to all that silliness about romance and love or whatever nonsense that group of capybaras was fussing about. As if getting married with someone and make babies was the only thing in life that matters! They even asked me if I'm here to find a sweetheart, sheesh! They should think of something more practical.”

The yak squeaked and looked curiously at the hamster woman. Coni petted it and chuckled. “You don't understand a thing I'm saying, right...? Aw, you have such nice shaggy hair! You are quite amazing, little one.”



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Maloy was scampering towards the refuse piles, carrying the enormous bones of a cave crocodile on his muscular shoulders. The small capybara folk who he passed, turned to look at him in awe and wonder, admiring his strength and great floppy nose (or possibly his flippers). He smiled and greeted politely each and everyone, though he was not entirely happy with his current situation. He had offered his spear to the leadership of the town, to help defend Waterlures, but such a thing was not possible, they had said.

It was a foolish tradition to require capable warriors to go through a two year period of waiting before accepting them. Now, if it would have been a matter of trust, it would be understandable, but it was apparently only because of tradition. Such a tradition might cost lives if the vile forces of darkness came during that time!

However, it was not his right to belittle the ways of others, and he would do his best to see the two years through respectfully and without complaint.



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Mid-Hematite, year 383

Idar the cheese maker was helping out with clearing the caverns, too. Old bones from all manner of critters were strewn about in the winding and twisting passages of the deeps, and they were being taken to the surface for reasons unknown to Idar. Why clean them from beyond the portion enclosed by the palisade? But it mattered not, for Idar was more than happy to do something and not just idle around.

The caverns were supposed to be safe and secure. Or so the town militia had said.

That was not the case.

“What the—!?” Idar yelled in surprise as she felt something grab her foot, almost tearing her sock away. She instinctively whirled around, her fist going for a punch, and saw a flapping wing and the ugly face of a giant bat. THUMP! Her punch landed on the wing, which was wrapped around Idar's foot. With a shriek the bat let go, bit the dwarf in her thigh, its teeth tearing through cloak and silken hosen alike, digging into the dwarf's flesh.

“AARGH!” Idar screamed in pain and fell over, frightening the poor creature that wasn't expecting any resistance from its meal. In panic, the giant bat turned around its wings flapping and flew away with haste, its shrill shrieks echoing through the caves.

“Hey! Come back you bastard!” the dwarf yelled, shaking her crutch and fist at it from the ground.  “Don't you dare flap away you, you overgrown leathery mouse-thing! Coma back and—urgh!—fight!”

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The bat didn't get far, however. There came a sudden click and a whir as it flew around a natural pillar, then a WHOOMP! as a cage fell from above, trapping the freaked out bat in it. It shrieked and panicked even more, thrashing and throwing itself against the bars of the cage.

“Hah! Serves you right!” Idar exclaimed in triumph as she heard the clanging of the cage, realizing that the bat was trapped.

But at the same time she understood that she, too, was trapped, in a sense. Her leg hurt and she couldn't stand on it, not even with her crutch. She had to wait until someone would come and help her. Fortunately, it was bound to happen sooner rather than later—the caverns were still being cleaned and there was constant traffic to and fro.

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After a longer wait than Idar had hoped for, help arrived.

Ririli Hailembraced—an elf dancer—was the first to hear her calls for help. It was a bit of an embarrassing situation for Idar, as she was not so fond of elves, and maybe she had said it one or two times too loudly since her arrival, but she soon got over it and felt grateful for the elf, who she afterwards regarded as nothing but a fine chap. And why wouldn't she? Ririli seemed to be a decent enough fellow, not a talkative one, but one who listened and could be trusted to do things properly.

The elf was quite the athletic one. He carried Idar with ease, moving with long strides, but gracefully and delicately. Idar looked at the elf, evaluating him, all the while having an internal dialogue about him. 'A very good man, this Ririli. I could very much come to like him, no matter what you have to say about elves. What? No! As a friend, of course—what else did you think? What? That's outrageous! Disgusting!' she scoffed at herself while being carried to the surface by the handsome elf.



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Sibrek was coming from the caverns, walking dizzily past the poultry pen and mushroom plots below the Fruit of Letters. He held his paw to his head, which was swollen like a melon and felt like on fire. He couldn't remember exactly what happened, but he remembered a hiss, something stinging him here and there, him grabbing something scaly and flinging it away. After that he had blacked out for an unknown amount of time, until he woke up, lying in the dark, hurting all over and feeling like throwing up—which he did, and his fur and clothes were covered in vomit.

He was  headed for the infirmary, Yawo's Clinic, as it was called. He was frightened and in shock still. It must have been a snake—a very large one—that had attacked him. He walked up the steep stairs, his legs all wobbly, and fell on a bed, feeling feverish, not noticing Idar who was sleeping restlessly on the other side of the infirmary.

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It was Rin the goblin who came to diagnose Sibrek. A bite of a helmet snake was his conclusion—its venom could be lethal if not looked after. Sibrek would survive, but the poison had to be sucked out, the wound cleaned and dead tissue needed to be excised from around the fang marks.

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So, Rin, with plenty of spare time, cleaned the wound and cut out the flesh that was beginning to develop rot. Then one of the Mestthosite monks, Vabôk the dwarf, came to evaluate the capybara man trader and dressed the wound.

A short rest was still needed until the fever was gone and Sibrek was good to go.



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Early Malachite, year 383

It was early summer and Istrul Wheelscrow was headed up to the Bell Tower. She was on lookout duty today, and she had been up since before the sun rose and swarms of pixies began fluttering over the Lakes of Saturninity. It was about a year now, when the goblins came, and Cusal, her father-in-law, had fallen. Last summer was a rough one for Istrul, having to take care of the children and comfort Oddom when he most needed it. Fortunately her husband recovered quickly, but for the last few days she had noticed Oddom being distracted and withdrawn, spending more time alone as the anniversary of Cusal's death drew near.

She sighed, thinking of her marriage. It was not one out of love—though she and Oddom had come to love each other—but a practical one. It had turned out to be a good decision from both of them. She was often filled with bliss and joy when with their children. But sometimes it bothered her that Oddom called their firstborn, Uvash, 'Little Baron'. And other folk had begun to use the name, too. The reasoning behind it was that it would “preserve the legacy of Kasat”, he said. A prime example of a foolish tradition— especially since Oddom wasn't even a real baron, for crying out loud! And a good thing that was, for Istrul had nothing good to say about those so-called dignified asses dressing up like clowns and pretending to be better than 'lowly peasants'. She really despised the nobility, ugh!

Finally Istrul reached the tower top and cleared her head of her thoughts and ramblings, focusing on her task to keep an eye out for any threats.

Keeping her family, and the rest of Waterlures, safe was what mattered.



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Late Malachite, year 383

Ònul Strickenrelics, the daughter of late Zuglar and Såkzul, was quite absorbed in the discussion she just had had with the hamster woman, Coni. She was delighted that the newcomer was capable of interesting and intellectualling stimulating topics. It was invigorating to have new faces around, someone who liked to take it easy and was a pleasure to speak with.

At first she had felt Coni was a bit insufferable with all her flattery and overtly friendliness, but she turned out to be alright. Perhaps at some point she might become more than a passing acquaintance?

“This quinoa beer is sure good,” Coni said to Ònul as she put down her mug on the barrel, smiling with beer foam on the corners of her mouth. “It has been a pleasure to meet you, Ònul. Maybe some day we'll have another chat?”

“I would very much like that,” Ònul said happily. “And I hope you'll eventually get your citizenship. May the Rabbit guide you day and night with her Light!”

“Thanks! May Jalew guide your dice,” Coni replied, heading out of the Fruit of Letters. At the door, she turned around to say, “Until next time! Take care!”



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It was a rainy summer day—typical Waterlures weather—as Deler Slidbusts, the husband of Ònul Strickenrelics, lumbered his rather corpulent form towards the vineyards on the slopes next to the Mill Gate. Three dwarves were already there, tending to the vines. He hardly knew them or even remembered their names, so he just greeted them with a nod and a “g'day.”

Spring had been boring for him and he was irked that there was nothing really for him to do, since there was no need for milling. But that had changed during summer with all the cleaning, tending to the farm plots and all sorts of little things to keep both paws and mind busy. The return of Rin was something that hadn't moved him much. He remembered the goblin, but he had never got to know him.

It was, of course, surprising that he had returned, just when everyone had accepted that the Four wouldn't come back. Then everyone close to Rin—and the rest who left—had to go through the mixed bag of emotions and what-not once again. Oh well, such is life. It's never fair, but who cares? Deler, at least, was fine with it, and those who were not... Well, they'd better accept the facts of life sooner than later.



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3rd of Galena, year 383

Underground, below the Trade House, mining work was underway. The long discussed plans to carve and build sewers beneath Waterlures were put to motion, at last. Mayor Fecici had decided that now was the time, the time to remember Tekkud Bannerguise and make her dream come true—even though she was not alive. But, in truth, the main reason was that Mayor Fecici hoped the sewers would put an end to the horrid smells of rotting fish guts and scales strewn around the fisheries. Most likely the stench would not be rid of completely, but if the sewers would alleviate the situation even a bit, it would be worth the effort.

So Edëm the dwarf was tasked with mining duty. Eagerly he accepted the task, grabbing his old trusty pick, his beard all a-tinglin'—as he used to say—gleefully heading to strike the earth!

Oh, what satisfaction it gave him!



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Late Galena, year 383

Mame Fordedrises, a silver-haired elf, leaned against the trunk of a persimmon tree. He was taking shelter from the rain under its leaves. He was bored and a bit restless for being confined within the walls of Waterlures, away from nature. The shrine dedicated to Icemì Apedives between the persimmon tree and old oak was the closest you could get to a forest in town. The thought annoyed him. Of course, if he really wanted to nothing was stopping him from leaving—duty be damned!—but he had to admit that he actually liked this place. Despite its flaws.

He heard the slapping of wet footsteps approaching from the direction of the barracks, hurrying down the quartzite road. He turned to look and it was Asmel Earthenlures, the hoary marmot woman and Mestthosite monk.

“What's the rush? Something wrong?” Mame asked as Asmel zoomed past him.

Asmel slowed down, looked over her shoulder and yelled, “I need a drink! Until then, everything's wrong! Care to join?”

'You don't care, so don't ask,' Mame thought, but said, “Sure, why not? I'll be there in a moment—Fruit of Letters?”

Asmel nodded and continued to run towards the tavern.



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Early Autumn, year 383

Autumn had just arrived, and the rather portly crow man Meng Manywalled was leaning against a wall, his head a bit dizzy. He had just come up from the Fruit of Letters to the dormitory after a drink. He might have drunk a bit too much. His head was spinning. 'So strong this drink it was,' he thought and tried to clear his head by shaking it. It didn't help, but made the world spin even more. 'Why put so strong drink there where eveyone drink go? So odd, so stupid to do so. Why is the room spinning so much, so stupid—stop it!'

He slumped onto one of the beds and began to snore.



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Mid-Limestone, year 383

A caravan from the Mountainhome came once again to Waterlures. Many wagons loaded with goods, drawn by yaks and reindeer, alongside pack animals with so heavy burdens that it was a wonder they could move, meandered down the quartzite road from the hilltop. As soon as the caravan had been sighted from the Bell Tower, the capybara folk and others rushed to the warehouses to bring their own goods for trade.



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Tirist Brasshandles—the outpost liaison—was heading to meet the mayor of Waterlures. He hurried across the wooden walkway to the Enchanted Bridge as fast as his short legs could move him. It was no small feat for he was a very, very well-fed dwarf. The reason he tried to get inside as fast as he could was that it wasn't raining, but the clouds looked like it was going to rain soon. He really did not want to be caught in it and get his new fancy silken doublet with slashed sleeves or his felt flat cap wet—they had cost him a small fortune, his purse now with much less urists to clink. Just as he reached the door and stepped inside, a loud rumble came from the skies and rain began to pour in torrents.

'Hah, you didn't get me this time, Rabbit!' Tirist thought, feeling triumphant in the moment. But it didn't last for long. As he turned to look ahead of him, there were the stairs. The awful, steep, neverending stairs heading up, up, up to the mayor's office. Why, why didn't the rotund rodents move the mayor into the so-called Baronial Quarters? Now that was a proper place to conduct a meeting! Carved into the stone, veins of precious minerals in its engraved walls—not some bloody wooden tower!

He gathered himself, shook his head and slapped his cheeks before heading for the stairs, already exhausted and sweating with the very thought of climbing them.

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“Congratulations are in order then,” Tirist said to mayor Fecici, who had just told him that he had been once again elected by the Citizens' Assembly. Ten years the elf had been mayor, and it seemed like that wouldn't change any time soon.

“No need for that, it was hardly unexpected,” Fecici said, looking out the window with his hands behind his back. “But let us return to the news you brought. I had hoped that things would've calmed down. Can you tell me more details of it?”

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“Ahem. Well, there is not much more I can say,” Tirist said, twitching a bit nervously. “It was a surprise attack, with no warning. If our scouts hadn't been vigilant, things might have gone very differently. Thanks to them, we had just enough time to ready Inkedwhims for a siege, and bring most of the serfs from nearby hillocks to the safety of the Mountainhome.”

“I see. And you said it was the Cunning Witch and not the Hell of Miseries this time?” Fecici said as he sat down, putting his hands together with fingers tip-to-tip.

“Yes, indeed. Quite the surprise, really. It's been nearly a decade since they last came for Inkedwhims,” Tirist said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “You do realize that Waterlures lies near the path their armies take? And if your defenses—which are quite meager, pardon me for saying—fail, if the goblin terror claims this place as their own and makes it their stronghold, it will bode ill for the whole of Ustuth Ïdath.”

“I am not stupid, Tirist. Of course I understand the gravity of the situation and my—our—position,” Fecici said sharply and leaned back in his sturdy chair. “That is why the plans have been put in motion. I showed the letter from the good baron to some other, hmm, let's say important people in town. They came to accept that it was not my idea, and that it was something that isn't open for discussion, but is, in fact, an order.”

“Oh? Well, that is good to hear,” Tirist said, quite surprised. He wasn't expecting this, but rather some sort of excuse said in honied words. “You'll be much safer once you have a place carved into the stone. That'll shield you better than praying to Mestthos that your rickety fences will hold. Now, if you only could do something about that awful stench of fish guts...”

“That is being taken care of, too,” Fecici said with a smug grin on his face. “Work on the sewers has actually begun, but the plans for the, hmm, stronghold aren't yet quite complete. You'll be pleased to know that it is dwarves who are working on them.”

“My, my, you do keep surprising me, Mister Lizardorgans,” the outpost liaison said, quite astonished that the leadership of Waterlures was actually obeying orders, not making excuses. Maybe things were changing for the better in this miserable, smelly lakeside slum?



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The Trade House was a hive of activity: capybara people (and other citizens) brought all sorts of merchandise—crammed into bins or carried one at a time—for the dwarf traders to look at. Atír Archsinged, the broker of Waterlures, was in turn waiting for the dwarves to get their goods unloaded from the wagons. Atír wasn't exactly sure if he had ever seen them come in these numbers: five wagons and half a dozen or so pack animals! Still, he was not at all excited by the whole affair, not at all.

'Oh, why does it always have to be me? Why can't someone else do this?' He thought, wallowing in self-pity. Of course he knew very well that nobody else had as keen an eye for the value of even the most odd of goods. So, it was expected of him to be the one striking bargains. But it wasn't always like that. He wasn't a natural—he had learned. And if he could do it, anyone could!

But, then again, what wouldn't he do for this loving community? He would do anything, even broker a deal when he'd rather be at home with his children and wife. He was far too busy these days—all the stonecutting and other work—and there were very few chances to say more than good night to loved ones. He knew sacrificing himself this way was foolish and unfair for his family, but he just couldn't bear the thought of not offering his help when needed.

Besides, helping brought him joy.

'Oh well, why deny it? Why not accept that I like both family and my work? He concluded his thoughts, just when the dwarves unloaded a curiously labeled barrel from one of the wagons. He immediately went to take a closer look.

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“Gremlin tears? Did I read the label right?” Atír asked from the dwarf carrying it.

“Aye, it be that what it says, capybara man,” the dwarf said with a raspy voice. He put the barrel down, leaning his elbow on it, while he placed his other hand on his hip. He tapped the lid, and continued, “Quite the rarity these days. Not often we 'ave this for trade—them well-bred folks at Inkedwhims tend to empty our stocks faster than we can fill 'em.”

“Really? You must be joking. Why would anyone want to buy gremlin tears?” Atír inquired, scratching his head.

The dwarf looked around, then leaned closer to Atír and whispered, “They say it increases, ahem, the...er, the...y'know the manly vigor.” The dwarf winked and made his eyebrows go up and down.

“Oh? Oh my,” Atír gasped in surprise. This had to be one of those dwarf things that he didn't quite understand. Such an odd thing for such a... purpose.  “Well, I don't think I need such a thing... I mean, I am the father of six, after all...”

Atír added the gremlin tears to the list of items to be bought. Not for himself, of course, but for someone else. There was bound to be someone who, ahem, had need for such things...



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Istrul Wheelscrow was on her way to the Trade House. She intended to ask the dwarves if there was anything in particular they'd like to see—she had a feeling that there was something they forgot to bring over for trade.

As she walked the path going between the forges and kitchens, a shadow passed over her. She turned to look up: a flock of giant peach-faced lovebirds! Suddenly and unexpectedly, she felt a tingle, or rather, the tingle, that could mean only one thing. It had to be that feeling that had touched many a citizen of Waterlures, the mysterious power or whatever that guided paws to create things of unimaginable beauty.

At first, she struggled against the feeling, but then let it take control of her, accepting her fate.

Off she headed, walking towards the old artisan district, up the slope and climbing the steep ladder-like stairs to the craft's shop under the homes of Ririli and Oddom the Manager.

She looked peculiarly secretive as she headed there.



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The badger man Oko Laborpocket was soaking wet and very annoyed. The planks he was tearing were made slippery by the rain and it was hard to get a good grip on them. What was the point even? Why build something so that it'll just be taken down some day? He didn't quite get it. This was the old home of Zultan, that soap maker—or was he a bone carver? Oko didn't quite remember which, but many had been sad when he died a few years ago. His children, or were they his grandchildren, lived here, but they had to move away now! It wasn't nice.

But there was some very important plan to make a tunnel into the deeps of stone, to be some kind of...shelter? And for some reason the entry couldn't be anywhere else but here. Or so the wise dwarves—Oko didn't quite remember their names—had explained to him and other laborers.

He really didn't want to dismantle the house. He wanted to build! To craft! It had been quite some time since he last had the chance to work at the carpenter's or to carve something nice from stone. But no. This was more important, more urgent, the ones who make decisions had said. Oko had wanted to say no, he won't do it, but they had used so nice words, spoken so elegantly!

So Oko had said yes.

And now he was tearing down the work of others in the rain.



(Continued in next post...) (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=180131.msg8544293#msg8544293)
Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 19, 2024, 04:21:47 am
(...continued from previous post.)



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Early Sandstone, year 383

Istrul put the walnut wood scepter on the desk, took a step back and admired it. She had never thought of herself as a good crafter, but the strange magics of the Lakes of Saturninity had guided her paws to produce an artifact out of legend. Oh, how wonderfully it was, padded with the finest of giant cave spider silk, with intricately patterned iron bands weaving around it, and the green glass on the scepter's head could have easily passed as a cushion cut emerald!

“You are amazing,” she said aloud, satisfied with her paw-work. “I will name you 'The Glowing Numbers', and I will offer you to the whole of Waterlures.”



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Mid-Sandstone, year 383

Cog Crazetrades—one of the dwarf scholars living in Waterlures—was coming from the Dwarf Quarters, walking swiftly down the cliffside walkway. It was a rainy autumn evening, the planks of the walkway covered here and there with yellowed leaves, making it a rather slippery path. And it was more than once that Cog stepped on a particularly slimy pile of leaves and fish guts, skidding forward while trying to keep her balance.

'What in the name of all the gods were they thinking? Why didn't they just open the damn cage? Why bring it up here—leaving her in the rain!' She thought as she arrived at the western end of Vabôk's Dyery. Indeed, there was a wooden cage next to the wall, and in it, a very miserable-looking wet goblin, her shoulders slumped as if the weight of guilt was crushing her into paste.

“Hold on there! I'm here to get you out!” Cog said to the scarlet haired goblin whose lower lip was quivering. She pulled out some tools from somewhere within her toga, stuck them in the lock, doing her best to get it open. “Just a moment, just a moment, soon it'll open...” A click came from the lock, and the dwarf smiled. “Ah, got it!” Cog said proudly and yanked the cage open.

“Thank you, my lady, thank you!” The goblin grabbed the dwarf's hand and kissed it all the way up the arm, then let go and with a “wheee!” she ran off towards the wine cellars of the brewery.

Cog stood there, satisfied, looking at the goblin gleefully hop away. She had seen the goblin before, but didn't quite remember if she had heard her name. Next time she'd have to ask it. 'Well, I guess I'll call her Cagebird for now,' Cog thought.



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Early Moonstone, year 383

Winter arrived early that year, the first snow storm coming few weeks before it was Moonstone. So, everything was already blanketed in white and the lake frozen, when giant ravens came to soar over Waterlures, once again, when winter proper began.

And, as was often the case, there was talk of what kind of an omen they were. What did they herald for the times to come? Would peace continue? Would the Prince arrive to take Her due? Or would Ôsed's Light shine over Waterlures with the blessings of more children being born?

None knew the answer, and soon such things were forgotten. For there was work to due and preparations to be done for the yearly Winter Festivals, though short they might be this year.



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16th of Moonstone, year 383

A snow storm was raging outside when Melbil Staffdives—son of Fikod Livingglazes and Kogan Girderreigned—was all alone in his dining room, in his own home. It was his twelfth birthday, which meant that he was now counted as one of the grownups. He had, naturally, invited others to his party, but none arrived. He was thankful for that, for now he could spend this day all by himself, imagining all sorts of fantastical and magical things.

It would be the last time he could play in a proper fashion, for tomorrow duty called, and he would go to work. It was sort of exciting. However, he did not know yet where and what he would be tasked to do. He had no special skills and no real ambitions what to strive for in life. He would probably have to ask mother and father for some ideas. They always knew the answers.

Probably he'd end up being a field hand, which was nice work when it didn't rain, or perhaps a laborer, helping out with the building of the sewers and what-not.

He'd be fine with either, though he'd rather just tell stories.

But he didn't count that as proper work.



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Late Opal, year 383

The Winter Festivals began in late Opal that year.

Many headed to the Fruit of Letters—the traditional place—filling it to the brim, the air getting all humid and smelling of sweat and wet capybara fur. There friends and family met, seeds for possible new friendships were sown (and new victims for insults were searched for, as was the case with Galel), songs were sung, tales were told and wine and beer flowed and spilled.

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Above the main hall, the dormitory—one of the childrens' favourite playgrounds—was also chock full of people: capybaras, dwarves, elves and what-not. Some of the newcomers went there, too: Sibrek, Astesh Dimbulb and Maloy, who had to watch out that he (or Dimbulb) didn't accidentally crush anyone with his big body in the tight quarters.

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But this year part of the festivities took place in the Hut of Romancing. It was something mayor Fecici was very pleased of, though, he didn't show his face there, except to open the Winter Festivals.

After that, he headed back to the Fruit of Letters, which he had grown fond of. In fact, he couldn't think of spending the festivities in any other place. But he did not say it aloud. He only smiled in the corner, watching the many performances and dances taking place.



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11th of Obsidian, year 383

Fayoba Claspedleap, the Sheriff of Waterlures, was at the cliffside shrine dedicated to Mater. This year he was not participating in the Winter Festivals, though he did visit the Fruit of Letters briefly. There was lots on his mind this year—too much—and he needed time to be by himself, time to pray to Mater for guidance. All the disturbing news from the larger world brought by the newcomers, then the outpost liaison, and, finally, Rin's story had caused quite the whirl in his head. Especially seeing Rin come back when he was presumed dead was like seeing a ghost... Well, in a way that was true, given that Rin had told the truth to him—that he died but was brought back. And Fayoba didn't have a reason to suspect Rin was lying, for when Rin told the others his tale, well, he left very much unsaid or used vague language.

So, to clear his mind Fayoba had come to the shrine, to meditate on rainbows. Perhaps it would help or at least bring a momentary calm into his head.

But instead of help or calm, the four year old weasel girl Sigun Stabbedpaddle came, running across the walkways to him, yelling in distress, “Mister Fayoba! Mister Fayoba! Ustuth Mudun is missing!”

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Thieves had struck Waterlures once again and the Sheriff had work to do.



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Oops, another writeup that didn't fit in one post.

Didn't intend to make it this long, but well, I guess there was just too much to write about and I was excited to return to the place.

Anyways, we're back in fort mode. There hasn't been much unretirement issues so far... Except that Astesh has her grasp impaired, so she can't, er, drink or eat. So, I've been once in a while removing her eat & drink counters with gm-editor. I could've let her just starve or die of thirst, but that would've been sort of weird since I've been writing her eating and drinking after her wounds.

Edit. I started a "new turn" for this one, so that's why it's labeled as Part I. Thought it'd be appropriate since it's sort of a new chapter (or something).

Title: Re: Waterlures - A Capybara Man Fortress & Adventure [DF 0.47.05]
Post by: brewer bob on June 27, 2024, 04:08:37 am
Part II:
Obsessions

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Mid-Granite, year 384

Spring had arrived in Waterlures and citizens were back at work after taking it easy for the winter. Work on the sewers continued and daily life went back to normal. And as so many a time before after winter's end, the elves came to trade, leading their pack animals down the western slopes, entering Waterlures through the South Gate and heading into the awe-inspiring Trade House. All of the snow hadn't melted yet, and sleet rained down from the sky when they came, the roads and paths all muddy and slushy. As soon as the elves began unpacking their goods, the capybara folk (and others, of course) hurried to bring something for trade, trying to be careful not to bring anything that might offend the sensibilities of the folk of the forest.

Sadly, the elves from Ula Tefe—the Growl of Pleating—had not much of interest with them this time, and what goods Atír traded for were hardly worth anything, but still he gave them more than a good profit—perhaps next year they would bring something special due to his generosity?



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Late Granite, year 384

Sigun Towerchannel, barely two years old, a tough little one, was playing in mother's and father's bedroom when the magic of the fair lake took hold. It came like a draft of wind from under the door, creeping up her legs, up the spine and into her head. It was a funny feeling and felt almost like it tickled. It made Sigun giggle while she headed out—controlled by powers unknown—into another spring snow storm.

Off she went, across a plank bridge to the walkway on the other side, where stood shops for carpenters and crafters. She, or whatever guided her, chose the latter—the very same shop where Istrul Wheelscrow had made her masterpiece in the year before.



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4th of Slate, year 384

Åblel Sprinklegorges was sleeping restlessly. He had seen the dream again. The dream about his discovery, his secret, in the deep caverns. He hadn't dreamt of it for some time now—he had tried not to even think of the odd stone he found. Though, not thinking of it was hard, when one has a figurine carved out of it sitting right next to one's bed. Yes, he was stupid not to get rid of it, throw the stone into the lake or the dark waters in the caves. It had cost him already much, the stupid stone. The beautiful stone. The precious stone.

He couldn't resist it.

And he had paid dearly for his greed and stubbornness.

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Eleven years they had been together, he and Dîshmab.

But since he first found the spire of bluish-green stone, taking a piece of it, things had slowly gone downhill. He spent more and more time alone, admiring the statuette of Ôsed he had carved from the mysterious mineral. He never showed it to Dîsh.

At first, things went on pretty normal. However, as time passed, his thoughts turned more often to the pretty stone, and he became more anxious and withdrawn. Dîsh noticed it. Of course she did. She knew Åblel better than anyone. She saw that Åblel was nervous and jittery. “What is it? You can tell me what ails you. Share your burden, my love,” she had said to him, asking—begging even—him to tell.

He made up all sorts of reasons for his anxiety. Dîshmab must have seen through his lies, but she let it be.

That was just before the summer when he went again into the deep. Hacked another piece of the stone. Mined a secret place for it behind a secret door in his room. He had to come up with more excuses and lies. Until, finally, late in the winter of that very same year, Dîshmab broke up with him and said, “Do not lie to me, Åblel. Whatever it is you hide from me, nothing good will come from it.”

It was right from her to leave him, Åblel thought.

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Even though his heart was broken, Åblel noticed that his heart was filled with love and positivity, as if shackles constraining his feelings had been opened. Breaking up changed him, or rather brought his old self back. He was once again happy, a weight fell off him, and he was still in love with Dîshmab, but content with them being only friends now.

And so over a year passed, him not thinking of the stone. He even hardly looked at the figurine next to his bed, and he forgot the secret door leading to his secret treasure.

And things seemed to turn out good.

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They became lovers again, he and Dîshmab, in the start of spring two years ago. Oh, how blissful he felt! To be with his true love again!

But then the dreams came back.

The stone. It called him. This time he resisted the temptation to go into the deep. And he wanted to tell Dîsh what he had found there... But he couldn't. His lips remained sealed and he kept it secret. Kept it hidden.

Then he lied again.

And before summer arrived Dîsh left him.

Next came the goblins and father died.

And he forgot the stone, once again. But it was a terrible year. His brother, baron Oddom, was not his self after seeing their father beheaded in front of him. He did not show his grief nor pain, but Åblel could see through his veil. So he helped Oddom as much as he could, spending less time with Dîshmab, who was still his best friend, his kindred spirit.

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Just like Litast was.

And Litast and Dîshmab spent much time together that year, after the harrowing battle. He didn't notice it, or think anything of it. Why would've he? He counted them both as his closest friends.

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So it was a surprise to hear that on the 11th of Felsite last year—he remembered the date—Dîshmab and Litast had married. He wasn't angry about it, or even jealous, really (well, maybe a bit for a moment). He was happy for them. Happy that Dîshmab had someone like Litast at her side.

As Åblel lay in his bed, trying to get sleep, he could not but wonder: would things be different if he hadn't found the stone?



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8th of Slate, year 384

Little Sigun Towerchannel finished her artifact. It was a ring carved from microcline and it was of the highest quality. The shank of the ring was encircled with bands of oval olivine cabochons and the shoulder was encrusted with microcline and quartzite cabochons. The head was of iron and on it was an image of laboring capybara people, relating to the founding of Waterlures.

Sigun named the ring Róthiden, 'Domainpaddled', and she offered it to her mother, Dodók Channelplaits. It would become a fine family heirloom, but for now it would be stored in the vaults under the Baronial Quarters.



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Early Felsite, yeae 384

It was yet another rainy day, spring in its last third. In a month it would be summer, and that meant it was soon two years since the goblins last came. Momuz Speartours—one of the many children of Edu and Kib—was headed for lookout duty. He had been mulling lately on an argument he had had. The disagreement was about Ustuth Mubun, the artifact shield he had made from yak bones, which had been stolen or misplaced. For some reason it had been left sitting in the craft's shop below the home of Ònul Tranceceiling and Iden Glowpartner, a weasel couple.

And their house was right next to the Mill Gate, with very little traffic other than a handful of workers going to the vineyards.

Anyone could've gone in and out without somebody noticing, sheriff Fayoba had said. Perhaps it was true, or perhaps the sheriff was just a lazy fool. He hadn't interrogated anyone, as far as Momuz knew. “There is no point in it,” the sheriff had said. Then came some excuses, that there shouldn't be any rash actions, or that folk shouldn't be needlessly alarmed. How pitiful! The sheriff was clearly incompetent. In fact, he hadn't solved any of the few crimes that had happened in Waterlures!

Maybe Momuz could live with the shield gone missing. Maybe. But what was unforgivable was that the sheriff had done nothing—nothing!—to solve who had desecrated his father's grave. Who had befouled his remains by impaling them on a spear! Leaving his body just like that, outside the walls of Waterlures! And nobody supposedly knew nothing!

Seeing his father there, the spear through him... He was only two then, but he remembered it like yesterday. The cruelty. The horror. It had scarred him for life. Who could be so heartless, so evil? Whoever did it, Momuz wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

Momuz was filled with rage when he thought about it, and it distracted him from his watch duty.



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Mid-Hematite, year 384

Summer came and the citizens of Waterlures were still busy at work with the construction of the sewers. Much of the mining work was completed by then and the foundations were laid. Water drains were channeled through the aquifer in the sand above the rock layers, and the trickling flow of water was sealed with masonry. Despite the cutting of stone in large amounts before the work proper, the stocks emptied quickly and new stone had to be cut.

There were other things to do, too. Such as work in the fields, spinning yarn and thread, weaving cloth, tailoring clothes, filling minecarts in the underground quarry, milling, fishing and fish cleaning—there was little time for any kind of rest, but other than the occasional grumbling, citizens and laborers worked without complaint.



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A merchant caravan from the Just Union arrived and work on the sewers was halted. Goods needed to be hauled to the Trade House. Sekur Cleareddimples, the representative of the Merchant's Guild, came with the traders and caravan guard, heading to meet Atír Archsinged, the capybara man broker. After a brief exchange of formalities and news of not much consequence, they went straight to business and wrote down a trade agreement, signing it with their seals. It was a rather dull affair all in all and Atír wished it to be over as soon as possible.

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As was expected, the Assembly of Citizens (or Citizens' Assembly, depending on who you asked) voted for Fecici to continue as mayor of Waterlures. There really was no serious contenders and many thought that time could have been spent better than with elections whose winner was clear, but it was again one of those formalities and traditions that needed to be kept. Things had to be proper and official.

Fecici was pleased that he could keep his position and he was proud that all his demands made throughout the year had been met on schedule.



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28th of Hematite, year 384

Athri Dinnerarm, an old human herbalist, returned to Waterlures just before Malachite. She had gone to take care of “family matters”, and now she was back. She was one of the humans who had moved to Waterlures in their later years. None of the capybara folk knew her very well, but such was often the case with them and humans.

Pehaps the big folk and their ways seemed so different to them? Or perhaps they just thought so, forgetting that many of the animal people in town had their roots in human kingdoms?



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Late Malachite, year 384

The cottage on the hilltop, which some called the Lovers' Hut, hadn't seen much use lately. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and corners, the rushes covering the gapped floorboards were scattered in small piles—by mice, judging by the droppings here and there—dust covered every surface, and the air was musty. Kib Owlroughness—one of Kasat's daughters—had come there to have a break from all the bustle and crowds in town. She needed some peace and quiet, but she had not come alone: Etur Laborworth, a Mestthosite monk, whom she hardly knew, was with her.

However, it was not their idea to come here, and it was a bit of an awkward situation, the two of them there at the cottage. They knew why Baron Oddom and Vabôk—a dwarf dyer and Mestthosite monk (ranking above Etur)—had suggested that the two of them come here to have a summer off: Oddom and Vabôk, of course, hoped to make a couple out of the two young capybaras. Especially Oddom hoped for it, for he seemed to be bent on presrving Kasat's legacy.

Neither Kib nor Etur really expected anything to come out of this, but they went along with it anyway.



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23rd of Malachite, year 384

Fayoba placed the book he was reading back into the shelf. Finishing 'Captivated by Classification, by Avetho Birdelbow,' had to wait, for there was more urgent matters to take care of, it seemed.

“And you are sure about this?” the elf sheriff asked the young weasel girl. She had come running into the House of Knowledge, yelling for Fayoba, climbing the stairs to the corner study where he was reading and told the news: she had seen a crime committed. These weasel children seemed to be quite the vigilant ones.

The weasel child nodded and squeaked as seriously as she could, “Jasmuk steal puzzlebox! I see! I see!”

“Well, seems like I'll have to go and have a chat with him then,” Fayoba said, smiling at the child and tousling her head. “Thank you, young Cog. You did the right thing to come and tell me.”

He then left the library in a hurry to find Jasmuk. It was not normal of the elf to act so quickly, but this crime was fresh and he had a clear suspect and he knew where to look for the culprit. Besides, there were some complaints going around about old unsolved cases, so perhaps this time things would turn out different? Not that there was much he could do, or have done, about previous crimes.

'This time I'll have to try to focus on the practical side of the matter,' he thought as he headed out.

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Fayoba found Jasmuk where he expected to: in the wine cellars beneath the old brewery. He let the human finish his drink, then led him to his office to have a serious talk about serious accusations. Fayoba would've rather wanted to be outside, maybe go fishing, for it was one of those rare days when the sun shone bright and warm from a cloudless sky. But no, he had duties and this was one of those cases where time was of the essence.

On their way several others had come to him, saying the same thing that young weasel Cog had said: that they saw Jasmuk stealing Ubalenkos Nabreth Mubun, 'Spirittakes the Skirts of Practicing', an artifact puzzlebox made from cobaltite by the dwarf scholar Cog Crazedtrades (not to be confused with Cog the weasel girl who witnessed the theft).

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“What is it with you people?” Fayoba said to the human, who was quite drunk, after interrogating him. Jasmuk had been quite loose-tongued (something the sheriff had counted on, and why he let Jasmuk finish his drink in the first place) and told the elf everything. How last autumn an elf poet called Fira Flowerelbows from Ula Tefe had approached and flattered Jasmuk, managing to get him to steal the puzzlebox. It apparently hadn't taken much doing from the poet to persuade Jasmuk, but that didn't surprise Fayoba. He knew that his kin could be well-spoken, using their words to bend others to their will. And humans were rather weak of will, gullible and prone to corruption. But what he didn't quite grasp was why anyone coveted the possessions of others, and were willing to do almost anything to acquire what they desired.

He sighed disappointedly and continued, “I really don't understand this obsession with what somebody else has. I really don't. You could've had a good life here, Jasmuk, if you would've wanted... You do know this will affect your staying here, right? It's unlikely you'll gain citizenship now, and most certainly you will be convicted of your crime. It is a tragedy. A waste.”

The drunk old man did not respond, but there was a trace of guilt and shame on his face.



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Fira Flowerelbows, the elf, stopped in her tracks when someone grabbed her arm tightly. She was heading through the forges towards the West Gate, to make a hasty retreat. She had overheard some folk in town gossiping about Jasmuk being dragged to the sheriff's office for some reason. She didn't have to guess why that was.

“A fine day for a stroll, isn't it?” a voice said from behind her. She turned around, trying to wrench her arm free without success. The silhoutte of Fayoba the sheriff stood there between the pillars of the colonnade, the sun shining brightly from behind, gripping Fira's arm firmly. “Though, I wonder why you are in such a rush? Were you leaving Waterlures? Without a goodbye? Surely you have a moment to spare with a fellow elf before going? I insist on it.”

Fira was caught. So close to success. There was no escaping now.



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“Huh. I take that as a confession then,” Fayoba said to 'Fira', who had admitted that she stole the puzzlebox and that her real name was Fale Eldertwig. In fact, she had confessed to a lot more than that, and Fayoba was caught off-guard how effectively he had intimidated the young elf maid. Perhaps the wine he drank before—and during—the interrogation bolstered his self-confidence? “I should've known you were from Múya Loré, not Ula Tefe. It's the way you talk. Care for some wine?” Fayoba said as he poured himself another cup from his wineskin.

“A fine offer in these circumstances, but I must decline,” the elf thief said, looking at the sheriff who began to be visibly drunk. “It's my stomach. Can't handle more than a cup or two before it gets upset. The gesture is much appreciated, though.”

“Suit yourself. But back to the topic... What I do not understand is this,” Fayoba began as he sat down on the edge of his desk, taking a sip of wine, “why tell me all about these other, hmm, affairs? These old schemes that concern the Bent Spears, not the Fence of Amusement... Did you think I would come to see you as a victim when you told me that you were bribed to spy on the dwarves of the north? To be involved in a plot to overthrow their ruler?”

“I-I... No, I don't think so,” 'Fira' managed to get out in a repentant tone, which the careful listener—Fayoba was too drunk to be one—would have understood to be a mere act. “It has been such a burden, weighing on my poor heart all these years! I just had to get it all out, no matter the consequences!”

“Well, you need not worry of me,” Fayoba said taking a hefty swig from his wineskin. “It's beyond my judis...judiric...jurd... Damn, juris-diction—that's the word—and, besides, all I care about is to is solve now... to solve now... is? Damn. This. Thing, Solve.” He lifted the cobaltite puzzlebox from the table, tossed it in the air, caught it, tossed it again, and—CLACK-clunk-clack—it landed on the floor.

“Drats!” Fayoba snapped at his fumble, bent down to pick the puzzlebox, lost his balance and—thump—in turn fell on the floor.

And began snoring.

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'Fira' looked at the snoring sheriff on the ground, dumbfounded. What had just happened? Did the sheriff pass out? Was he that drunk? What a stroke of unbelievable luck! This, this was her chance then, her way out of the situation! She had been certain of her fate, of being sentenced to a hammering after she admitted to the theft and then—fearing the sheriff—told of the plot to prepare a coup in Waterlures! The rest she had said in panic, in the hopes of getting some sympathy from Fayoba, who seemed a bit naïve, but... Wow! She never expected this to happen.

She stepped to the sleeping elf, picked up the puzzlebox, searched him for the keys to the office door, and headed straight to open the lock after finding them. She paused to take a quick glance back to make sure the sheriff was still sleeping before making her escape.

Down the hall she walked with long strides, but trying not to move too fast. Her heart almost jumped into her throat when a black bear woman walked towards her, fully armed and armored. “Evening,” the bear woman said to her and she replied with a greeting as they passed each other.

As soon as the bear-at-arms turned around the corner, 'Fira' sighed in relief and hastened her steps. Up the stairs she went, to the cliffside walkways—noticing that the sun was setting—passing several citizens as she made her way towards the town walls.

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As she walked past the mausoleum in front of the Trade House, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Down the quartzite road she went, as confidently as she could. The gate was still open and there were no guards around. Another stroke of luck.

She made her way through the gate, and when she was certain she was far enough, she took out the puzzlebox from between the folds of her robe. Ubalenkos Nabreth Mubun was a fascinating piece of dwarven ingenuity and skill. She fiddled with the puzzlebox as she strutted south, smiling in triumph. She had been obsessed with the artifact ever since she heard of it, and once she had seen it with her own eyes, she just had to get her hands on it.

And now, finally, it was hers.



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So, this time a bit of a "shorter" writeup. I've played a bit further than this, but most of the stuff are still scattered notes and writing them into something proper will take time. And this seemed like a good spot to end this part.

I wasn't going to let the elf thief get away, but immediately after the interrogation Fayoba went to sleep on the floor (I have a habit of locking the office door for interrogations in case I have to interrogate someone several times). So, I thought that the thief probably wouldn't just stick around and wait for the sheriff to wake up, and decided to go with letting her get away with the puzzlebox. (Note: Fayoba was actually inebriated during the interrogation, but not drunk enough to go unconscious.)

Another curious thing was the relationship of Åblel & Dîshmab. I had completely missed them breaking up, getting back and breaking up again. What surprised me most though was Dîshmab marrying Litast: this happened during the time we spent following the adventures of Tanzul and the rest.

There's some other capybara drama soap opera going on in Waterlures, but we'll see if I get a good chance to write something about them.

Anyways, no idea when the next writeup will be finished.