5th Opal, 552, Mid-Winter See Below
22nd Malachite, 553, Mid-Summer http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=129411.msg4463727#msg4463727
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Dorf`d Dorfs
Shadow Hammer the Hammerdorf Alive!
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Hallo, all.
Firstly allow me explain to you that I am a nub, a n00b, a nUblet even. This is my first fortress that has outlived Embark year (the last one before this being months ago, they died of thirst once the water froze). I am not very good at this game, but have decided that perhaps that creates an interesting perspective. Additionally, I now have a crippling fear of food/booze shortages so I'm p.well stocked (379 drink and 921 other, 1870[?] food units total for 73 dorfs at time of writing) so my invariably !Fun! ending will probably be mildly entertaining.
I intend to both post and dramatize particularly pivotal or epic combat lawgs. Crude MS Paint interpretations vague plausibility as well.
Advice is welcome! <3 Criticism, too
real love is tough love here are Cavesilvers.
Oh, and I'm starting this two years in (my second visit from the Dorf caravan has just left). It's a small world with 550 years of history before I started this fortress.
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I will take Dorf requests but would like to make clear my current NPC naming conventions: if they are a military dorf, they are called something to designate their combat class-- Axy the Axedwarf, Crackshot the Marksdwarf etc. Additionally I've named 6 of the original 7 dorfs after iRL friends and myself. I will overRide military names for Bay12ers, but not the other custom nicks.
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5th Opal, 552, Mid-WinterI am Expedition Leader Admorul, and this is my second winter at Cavesilvers. As my days have grown long and boring, and the engravings on my walls cease to amuse me through the long nights after little but watching my Marksdwarfs train, I have decided to set down the history of this fortress upon granite that it might be remembered.
But really, I'm bored. Under I shall attempt to inscribe my best representation of some parts of the fortress.
The dormitory; my room is the engraved one. It ever expands to meet the needs of the freeloaders migrants.
This cacophony of resounding iron and coupled with the heat of the forges constitutes our fortress's heart. Lignite is made to coke, and coke smelts galena and lignite. With galena we make silver and lead; with lead we make the trinkets with which we trade for the leather, thread, and cheese we do not make ourselves. Ducim Ducimrakas is eternally creating lead earrings, crowns, scepters, and other junk goods.
Captain Lebesid, or 'Speary' as the men call him, is probably watching the entrance with our war dogs right now. It is the Fluid Spears' turn to guard the doorway, but my Marksdwarfs and I, the Waning Daggers (I will never understand why they chose this name) will pick up the slack next month. I have us on an alternating sequence, one squad trains for a month while the other keeps at least two people on the door at all times. So far we've only had to mince Kobolds so it was no issue but one of the bastards did kill a pup some time ago. And she was so cute. Earlier today, the Waning Daggers and I were drilling. The men are general louts but I like them well enough for what they are. Two are rangers by trade, the others found less clean work to hone their Marskdwarmanship before coming here though. None of it means a damn thing to me, though: they're my Marksdwarfs now, and Armok take anyone who tries to take them from me.
I will end today's writing now. I need to get back to thinking of things to do with silver besides flasks for the men, which we already have of silver in duplicate, and war hammers, which we've little need for. Hmmm...