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Author Topic: Sun Berries are giving me problems...please help, if you can.  (Read 2904 times)

HammerDave

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Re: Sun Berries are giving me problems...please help, if you can.
« Reply #15 on: May 28, 2009, 10:55:26 pm »

Some special critters need a Dungeon Master to tame.
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Byakugan01

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Re: Sun Berries are giving me problems...please help, if you can.
« Reply #16 on: May 29, 2009, 08:52:07 am »

What tag did you use? Trainable only lets you train them into war animals. You need PET or PET_EXOTIC to tame.
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From Mr. Welch's 1350 things he is not allowed to do in a RPG:
148. There is no Gnomish Deathgrip, and even if there was, it wouldn't involve tongs.
171. My character's dying words are not allowed to be "Hastur, Hastur, Hastur"
218. No matter my alignment, organizing halfling pit fights is a violation.
231. I am not allowed to do anything that would make a Sith Lord cry.
240. Any character with more than three skills specializing in chainsaw is vetoed.

adore_the_glassspider

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Re: Sun Berries are giving me problems...please help, if you can.
« Reply #17 on: May 30, 2009, 05:15:53 am »

Since it can take me years to acquire a dungeon master, I made sure to tag the unicorns as pets rather than exotic pets; so any animal trainer can tame them just like any other tamable animal. When slaughtered, unicorn items are worth ten times more than others. Now I have a whole herd of them, but they have yet to mate--perhaps time will bring young unicorns to the fortress.

In the meantime, my two hunters were decimating the unicorns' wild ranks and the butchers and leatherworkers could hardly keep up. Alas one hunter, brave soul, was caught in the untimely crossing of both a pack of wolves and of rhesus macaques. As you can imagine, chaos ensued. The monkeys were trying to evade the wolves and steal things, while the wolves were trying to eat them, and the poor hunter--attempting to kill them all--got wedged between the furry equivalent of a hot and cold front. The ensuing violent storm brought about his end, but not before he took three wolves and four rhesus monkeys with him.

Surely the masons will immortalize his valiant efforts and bizarre death in the engravings we are now beginning to construct (since an army of stoneworkers appeared in the last wave of immigrants--I've never had so many, and never been able to "decorate" the walls and floors so quickly without sacrificing other production). Fortunately, as I have learned to make cemeteries and coffins early (as I prefer to bury our dead), no one was distraught over watching their buddy decompose in the hot sun or get eaten by wolves.

Now there is only one hunter; I upgraded his armor level to plate, and quickly outfitted him with the best we can produce until I get some flux or adamantine or obsidian--iron.

--Spider
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