The troubles and amazements of a fresh Fortress-Master
Greetings to all hard working Dwarves and brave Adventurers.
My name is Nospherat, but friends may call me Nos. Lovers call me Nossy, and foes like to refer to me as "that bastard"
After years and years of exploring the dungeons of Moria, Helherron, ADOM, Nethack, SlashEM, ZAngband or Ragnarok, I felt it is time to retire. Even stuffy undead mages get bored of riding dragons, raiding castles and burning unlucky dungeon-dwellers to tasty crisps.
When some dwarves arrived, asking me for guidance, I saw in this a perfect oportunity. After all, the title of Fortress-Master, Architect Designer Extrordinaire and the like, sounded verrry enticing.
And no small wonder, one sunny early spring day, I gather my seven brave dwarves, and I lead them out of town, walking proudly, wrapped in my White Wizard robes (ignoring one town imbecile who was screaming "look, it's Snow White and the Seven Dwarves". Just making a mental note to call thunder upon
his head, and never wear white again. After all, the Necromancer drab looks more impressive.)
Behold and wonder at my first mighty imposing fortress.
While two miners tunnel straight into the rock, Nos is outside, frolicking in the sun, learning about how to tag stockpiles, cutting trees, and the like. Things look good, dwarves are happy, until at some point, the hard working miners discover an underground river ... which bursts out like a Water Elemental escaping from the Blazing Hell itself, with Satan behind him, riding a fiery E(lephant) and prodding his ass with the !!Trident!!.
The underground river joins the outside river in a beautiful sequence, while the dwarves pack up and return to town for some more supplies in a "whoops-try-again" ish manner.
Nospherat is more experienced: He learns about underground rivers, permafloods and the like.
In a few other attempts, not worthy of being mentioned, he also learns that dwarves starve, floods happen,hunters get killed by unicorns, floods happen, farming is hard if you don't RTFM first and most important, floods happen. Especially if some dwarf abandons a big rock, EXACTLY in a door that was supposed to be closed, and he goes out to have a break and 10 seconds later the miners find the underground river.
Some other time, the miners find obsidian, and LOTS of it, so two more workshops are built, dwarves focus on making obsidian swords, knowing that traders price them quite high (and kind of ignore food gathering), knowing that the traders will come soon.
And the traders DO come, one gets stomped by elephants, an the other runs away back to where he came from. Later, the hungry dwarves make suicidal runs, trying to recover the food, and they all turn into Elephant-made-Dwarven-Pancakes. Nice and flat.
Another glorious attempt...
Six dwarves have just woken up, and they are all at the river, drinking, washing (by the gods, I hope so) and the seventh one heads up north to cut a tree that was marked on the other side of the river by mistake. He manages to promptly get the attention of an E horde, and he runs back home for safety, and waddaya know, he makes it back to the fortress unscratched, just 'cose the E's stopped on the way to have a stomping party with the six dwarves that were all lined up so pretty at the river.
And since i have only started a week ago, i haven't been able to do wondrous things, like you guys...
Alas, I know well that DF will be a game that i will ALWAYS play, and always return to, no matter what else will hit the market. Pretty much like NetHack.
I am starting a new fortress, and this time i hope i will make it trough the winter.
Strike the earth!
[ March 13, 2007: Message edited by: Nospherat ]