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[KodKod]

Why engrave? Personally, I know how to make graphite pencils. Assuming the site has graphite, anyway. I could settle for charcoal or oak ink.

That's nice, but can you also mass produce paper?

[Splint]

The solution is simple: Make a quill, use dye for ink, and write our own tales. The Tales of the Twelfth Bay. Written not by a single author, but by those who had the mis/fortune of living there, passing the book between themselves as they came up with  a good story or give thier take on a particularlly jarring event and what led up to it.

It is a massive tome bound in giant kea leather. It menaces with spikes of dog bone and a nondescript grey stone. It is encrusted with various gemcuts. It bears it's words with paper made from quarry bush leaf fibers and a combination of redroot and dimple dye. On the back is an image of a dwarf and picks in in giant kea bone.  the dwarf is surrounded by the picks. On the front is an image of a mountain, a great '12' and humans in yak leather. The humans are surrounding the mountain and both are below the 12. The art relates to the foundation of The Twelfth bay by an unknown group of humans at an unknown time.

[WillowLuman]

Why engrave? Personally, I know how to make graphite pencils. Assuming the site has graphite, anyway. I could settle for charcoal or oak ink.

That's nice, but can you also mass produce paper?

Don't need it. If we have animals, we can make vellum or parchment.

Anyway, reeds could be used to make paper.

[KodKod]

Don't need it. If we have animals, we can make vellum or parchment.

Anyway, reeds could be used to make paper.

Okay, that will do. In that case the chisel is out, but I'm still sticking by my locked-in-a-room-with-no-food ploy.

[Eric Blank]

Schist, I just realized, we'd lose the vast majority of really good books if we went into DF-land. Good thing I have Hitchhiker's and a bunch of Terry Pratchett on my iphone...

The problem being, then, what would I transcribe from the phone? The battery surely wouldn't last long enough to get them all..

I think there's a good chance than the majority of all books would be lost to us.

The solution to this problem is elementary; we simply lock anyone who has previously displayed any talent for writing, such as girlinhat, in a room with a chisel, and deny them food until they have turned the whole area into an original masterpiece of literature.

If not, then I shall go in and give them my own painful brand of motivation in order to ensure that the work is completed.

Well then it's a good thing I never wrote anything of note to anyone! >.>

[Sus]

What use is a cat that cannot mew?

Cat. Tallow. Roast.
Isn't anybody in here listening at all? 

[Mapleguy555]

What use is a cat that cannot mew?

Cat. Tallow. Roast.
Isn't anybody in here listening at all? 

"Urist, did you hear that? I think it's the wind talking."

@Kod(Kod)
I will personally toss over a copy of Zas Ebal from Swordthunders. Of course, you have to get a new one every turn...

[Corai]

"Okay, were in dwarf fortress, I vote we all kill Corai before he goes and starts some weird KodKod cult"


"...where is he anyw-WHERE IS OUR FOOD."



Food has been stolen!

[Reudh]

I will have to put my hands up for the writing job.

[WillowLuman]

Maybe being locked in a room will be the kick in the pants I need to finally finish my novel!

[Fen]

While I enjoy writing, and have the ability to write well, I'm lacking in skills that would be required to make a new story. I'd be much more suited to being a storyteller, or someone who writes stories of things that have happened rather than inventing my own.

So I'd probably read the ink-stained novels of the Twelfth Bay to all the dwarf migrants.

[Loud Whispers]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The solution is simple: Make a quill, use dye for ink, and write our own tales. The Tales of the Twelfth Bay. Written not by a single author, but by those who had the mis/fortune of living there, passing the book between themselves as they came up with  a good story or give thier take on a particularlly jarring event and what led up to it.

It is a massive tome bound in giant kea leather. It menaces with spikes of dog bone and a nondescript grey stone. It is encrusted with various gemcuts. It bears it's words with paper made from quarry bush leaf fibers and a combination of redroot and dimple dye. On the back is an image of a dwarf and picks in in giant kea bone.  the dwarf is surrounded by the picks. On the front is an image of a mountain, a great '12' and humans in yak leather. The humans are surrounding the mountain and both are below the 12. The art relates to the foundation of The Twelfth bay by an unknown group of humans at an unknown time.

Did we just invent religion?

[MetalHead]

I possess skills in hunting, fishing, animal care, butchery, farming, herbalism, cooking and (most importanly) brewing.  Name your poison and I can ferment or distill it... or it is of a more 'herbal' nature I can grow it (no I'm not a hippie btw).  Also if the position has not been taken I volunteer for Dungeon Master (or Beast Master may be more appropriate) due to my expertise with large and dangerous wildlife.

I also appreciate anything sharp and/or shiny so if we're overstocked on food producers and brewers I hereby volunteer to found, train and lead the First Legion of Elephant Cavalry, the Murdered Boats.  I will bring back two captives for every three foes I slay for live-fire training exercises and for the fort's Torturer (Kodkod, who else) to play with.

[Eric Blank]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The solution is simple: Make a quill, use dye for ink, and write our own tales. The Tales of the Twelfth Bay. Written not by a single author, but by those who had the mis/fortune of living there, passing the book between themselves as they came up with  a good story or give thier take on a particularlly jarring event and what led up to it.

It is a massive tome bound in giant kea leather. It menaces with spikes of dog bone and a nondescript grey stone. It is encrusted with various gemcuts. It bears it's words with paper made from quarry bush leaf fibers and a combination of redroot and dimple dye. On the back is an image of a dwarf and picks in in giant kea bone.  the dwarf is surrounded by the picks. On the front is an image of a mountain, a great '12' and humans in yak leather. The humans are surrounding the mountain and both are below the 12. The art relates to the foundation of The Twelfth bay by an unknown group of humans at an unknown time.

Did we just invent religion?

I'd say it's more of a way to catalog historical events from multiple viewpoints. If something interesting happened, everyone would want to take a whack at that tome. Of course, it could also contain some particularly entertaining literature as well.

[Loud Whispers]

Name your poison

Strychnine?