Together with my friend, we've started a succesion game. During the time in which we designed our mountain stronghold, we've had an idea to share it with a number of people. So here we are
Everyone's invited, even if you've begun your adventure with Dwarf Fortress only recently (albeit it would be nice if you can survive for longer than a season
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PM me if you'd like to join and i'll send you a link to the current save (compressed region1). I'll list the all players in this post in the order they sent me the message, and it will also be the order of reign. After the ending of each reign I'll notify the next player (if he will still be eager to) A short description or story of what you have done and perhaps some background of your character would be nice but is entirely optional, as an example I enclose two entries from Lashglades' chronicles.
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From the journal of Porke, Lashglade 201
It all started one and a half years ago... Having assembled a team consisting of six brave and adventurous dwarves we left the safety of the capitol fortress in search of a perfect spot for a new settlement.
After a long and exhausting journey, we have finally reached a site that matched out demands - a mountainous land rich in minerals and with a lava. Both of these will prove highly useful in the future to develop an effective smelting and smithing industry. But alas, it seems that there is no water supply on the outside... We ought to find an underground river or else we may not withstand a single siege...
But enough of this idle talk, we haven't even got a place to sleep nor a reliable source of booze. I have designated stockpiles for our primary resources (wood, stone and food) as well as excavated the main road of the fortress. I have also connected the second mountain to the fortress, as its fertile base allowed us to grow Plums Helmets.
Temporarily, the carpenters' and masons' workshops will be situated on the outside of the fortress, because we desperately need furniture and we have no time to plan and dig the necessary space inside the mountain. After a few weeks of hard work we finally had a fully functional farm, a bedroom, two small food and drink warehouses and even a dining room. Unfortunately, the workshops are still outside, and our food stores are dwindling (the Plump Helmets we planted are still far too young to be either consumed or processed). Moreover, our call for additional workforce had not been noticed. Perhaps I should give the engravers some work - let them engrave the main enterance to the fortress and build Olivine floors where there was no stone to smooth.
As the time of my reign comes to an end I have come to a conclusion that the longer I spend in Lashglade the more determined I am to ensure that the fortress becomes a glorious home for many of my kind. I wish the next ruler the best of luck.
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From the journal of Mortarius, Lashglade 202
It was winter, exacly one year after I've come here. My friend Porke, to whom I've lost a bet which lead me to this wreatched place, have asked me for help. With no water, scarce food and booze supplies and only seven dwarves forced to live in a place where no glade and a little bit of lash where to be found. Morale was low, but with good motivation (mentioned lash) I hope that this place will be turned into great dwarvish outpost.
Running away did not worked. Desert is streaching miles from here and with no water nor a decend mount I will not go far. I've even tried to hide in a barrel and sell myself to hippies caravan to escape this place. Unfortunetly thoes damn tree-hugers do not want anything that is even remotely related with wood (my beard and oak wood were too much alike in terms of softness and hardness. An insult implying that my beard is fake). I've got a feeling that this is where I will face my death. I've started digging my own grave.
The engravings in my tomb are dull and boring, yet propably somewhat accurate in depicting my death by boredom. I have to keep myself busy if I do not want to go starking mad. i've designed walls and small factory compound, yet my jewel in crown is a tunnel which connects volcano with soon to come forge.
At last, hippie caravan has delivered a message asking for help thus providing our fortress with 19 new dwarves. Our food crisis is over for they have brought some fresh meat.
Meat is over and I don't think that killing every tame animal we have would be a good thing.
One of the dwarves got finaly sick of my complains and took his dog with whom he got hunting.
That poor bugger didn't even know what hit him. Cave swallows are dangerous.
I have made a new friend. His name is Kivish and he smell almost as bad as I do.
I've made new coffin for him, in my tomb.
I started digging in hope of finding water, or metal that has more value then copper. I'm afraid, that it will take some time.
Another poor soul got possesed. This time he wants glass. We could not meet his demands, and as for time being he is licking the olivine picture of a circle, mumbling something about candy.
It is winter now. Magma in my tunnel did not yet reached desired high, thus I did not designed any forges. I hope that the new ruler will come soon. After he accomodates to the rough climate my advice will be for him to find water, and train army that will purge the wreatchedness that dwells in a nerby cave. My only advice will be to engrave important events in my tomb.
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