So, my adventurer is dead, but I managed to build a big above-ground fortress, made of ice and filled with some loot.
Here is the link to the save:
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=6242If you don't like DFFD, ask me and I may put it on another file hosting.
There is the story:
"You have found the diary of Reg Ducimvod. If I'm dead, please return this to dwarven hamlet Controlledbells."
Entry 1. Page 1.
So, it is my story. Story of Reg Ducimvod.
It is 1062 now. In the dark millenia of Portentous Domain, there is only death. Many civilizations and cities have crumbled to dust under countless hordes of monsters or in never-ending wars.
I'm a dwarf of Rainy Lashes, our glorious civilization. We are living our last days in Controlledbells, a dwarven hamlet, as usual fighting occasional night monsters, beasts and goblins, but suddenly we received a letter from somewhat distant human city. It said that they have opened a 'museum' there and everyone is invited to fill its collection.
Entry 2. Page 1.
We were somewhat excited - a rare feeling in these days of misery and tragedy. It just was a very good idea - a collection of everything special and interesting from a huge world, that soon will die. We discussed about possible donations to their keep, while drinking hundred-years old plump helmet wine from our humble stone dinning hall (better one was flooded in magma long time ago, when we tried to stop a forgotten beast from proceeding further. It worked). Some of us suggested sending our wondrous crafts of dwarfmanship, but we traded them all long time ago for fresh wine and food or lost in countless battles that consumed parts of our hamlet. We could make some, but we haven't got any fine resources to work with.
Then we contacted our elders, that were meditating in their cloisters. One of them told us about ancient fortresses, that were built long time ago, when our glorious race only started to live. They are filled with amazing, artifact creations of dwarfkind, but also with dangers and death.
He told that our king sent an expedition of 7 dwarves to find the ancient dwarven city of Ratnib, or 'Silverywind'. Some trade agreements were stored in old archive library since these old times and were found about an year ago. King was concerned with this, because tales say about a giant city near good arctic ocean, made of crystal-clear ice. It was lost 5-6 hundreds years ago, no one came back to Mountainhalls. Everyone thought that it was consumed by huge waves in summer, which froze after some time, because trade caravan sent found nothing, but ice desert on that place where the glorious city meant to be. One of caravan guard found a gold coin, encased in ice, with blazing sun on front side - the symbol of their local government. They say it proves their theory.
I have some chances to find the expedition
Entry 3. Page 1.
Death of fortress is very rarely non-violent. It lives for 5-10 years, then dwarves become obsessed with greed and they dig too deep, or another ancient, unstoppable evil kills them inside. Or perhaps it falls victim to another goblin siege, when they finally break all the defences and rush in, killing and slaughtering everything. Sometimes, a civil war starts because someone accidently killed someone's cat.
And then abandoned halls are open for everyone brave enough to seize it's treasure. Or sometimes dwarves return to reclaim their glory and wealth.
I will go to that museum - I heard they have some books about everything. 'Everything' includes 'dwarven fortresses', so I'm preparing now for my adventure. After all, I don't know where is that fortress located, so I need more information.
I doubt that the king will ever tell me about this mere a fairy tale, because I'm just a peasant dwarf, and king wants to seize all the goods and artifacts for his own.
So I must find the information of my own.
Entry 4. Page 2.
Before venturing out, my friends told me about a vampire, disguised as a dwarf, hanging around. I found this a fine way to prove my fighting skills, so I accused her of being a night creature.
It was a hard fight, she was much, much more experienced than me, she almost got me with endless biting, but I managed to kick her head in last attempt to survive so hard, so she fled away. Maybe I will return and revenge her for those scars.
I've seen the face of death.
But thanks to Armok, I live and more importantly - I don't need a crutch. My wounds healed very fast.
Later, while crossing an evil, haunted desert I drank her blood. Nothing happened to me, actually. Don't know why, and what actually makes someone a vampire.
Then I killed two werebeast olm man, who lived in soil-dug tunnels, like worms. They were no harder than worms too.
Entry 5. Page 2.
I came to a human town. It was semi-destroyed, only few shops still existed. I took a walk on the streets and suddenly I found a temple, named 'Temple of Hope'. I decided to go in.
The rest of diary pages are empty or scribbled with strange runes or pictures, describing magma, fortresses, volcanoes, dwarven rum and mad girl in blue dress. As soon as you close the diary, a voice of someone's soul in your head booms, explaining everything:
That was a fatal mistake.
I didn't know that 'temple' means 'tomb' and 'hope' is 'death' in local language, be damned those humies!
A sort of walking abomination soon appeared near me, as I was founding my way in this dungeon, filled with loot and traps.
It screamt 'Who dares to enter my house? I bestow a curse upon thee!' and gestured.
I felt horrible!
I couldn't resist or fight back - I was frightened to death. I've always missed, and soon I was ripped apart by angry, very angry mummy. Then my lifeless corpse was animated, and I proceed to live my unlife, as undead.
I hope you will write these last words in diary, that's my last will.
Goodbye.
Some facts learnt:
- Dwarves fear tiny crabs.
- Temples are actually dungeons with tombs.
- I still prefer to play as demigod.
- Drinking vampire blood not always makes you a vampire. I tried drinking it then waiting/sleeping, but it doesn't work.
- Linux (Ubuntu 11.04) DF version seems to work faster than Windows even with tileset. Don't know why, actually.
- Throwing daggers while sneaking is fun.
- Mummies are dangerous.
Hope you liked my story! I also want to say that I'm not a native English speaker, so sorry if you're offended with quality of the text.
Also I want to be included in the turn list again, the story must be continued.