24th Sandstone:
More migrants arrive... Why do they keep coming, we are already packed...
13, 5 of them are children (seriously, 75 children. Who brings their kid to a fort like this?)
Also, none of them are notable for having ANY sort of millitary training, forge training, or any skill with the farm... More haulers... yay...
27th sandstone, a dwarven kid withdraws from society... them kids with their strange moods...
15th Timber:
A caravan shows up, we move the spiked silver balls to the trade depot to trade them... probably for their whole damn caravan.
16th Timber:
that kid starts making that construction thing that he got in his head. he dragged off two of our precious logs, two raw gemstones, and a piece of yeti leather... i have no idea what the damn kid is going to make.
20th Timber:
The damn kid finished making a highwood drum... damn that kid, couldnt he have made some adamantine armor or something?
24th Timber:
We trade seven spiked silver balls for every piece of leather, cloth, steel bars, plump helmets, any sort of meat, and and fish they can see that the caravan has...
I can be damn sure that we arent gonna run out of food/drink anytime soon (we should be good for drink for at LEAST two seasons, if none is made)
15th Moonstone:
The merchants finally leave
16th Moonstone:
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7 Peachicks finally hatch, 4 female, 3 male (males get culled, females go into battery farms)
26th Moonstone:
The culling complete, i have taken another look at our stocks. Additionally, i have discovered a use for our fishers who spent so long getting here. They can clean and gut the (apparently WHOLE) fish that the traders gave us...
19th Opal:
Good God, over ten births this month... make that 11. Dwarves need more things to do i guess.
25th Opal:
Well, it has finally happened, we are given the chance to become part of the empire... as a result, I nominated The Mad One for the baron (he's mad already, so he's practically a noble)
27th Opal: The outpost liason finally gets around to talking to me... i ask him to bring as much cheese, meat, beer, wood, barrels, and cloth as he possibly can.
Obsidian:
Besides more babies being born, the final engravings being put to the main meeting hall... nothing happened. Ive gotta write one heck of a finale
1 Granite:
"ATTENTION!" a voice rings out over the crowded meeting hall. This was the end of the year that Bp920091 was overseeing, and every single dwarf was called into this meeting. From the Dozen or so Forgers who never ventured above the farms, to the hunters who kept the fort secure and captured the wild yetis. At the moment, over two hundred and Five Dwarves inhabited the fort (now a metropolis, on its way to becoming a barony), so the hall was packed so tight that many Dwarves could not turn around. Additionally, the yetis that were captured could have been said to be in attendance, as they were in the far back of the hall.
"CITIZENS OF THE FORT OF AMBERJEWEL!" Rings the voice again, recognized as the overseer who had so organized the fort that they inhabited. A strange purple mist seemed to leak out of her mouth as she talked, parts of her twitching slightly. "I HAVE BROUGHT ORDER TO THIS FORT OVER THE PAST YEAR! WITHOUT ORDER THEIR IS CHAOS, AND I INTEND TO BRING ORDER TO THIS FORT FOREVER!" The surrounding dwarves looked at each other, knowing full well that each overseer had exactly one year of a term. The unvoiced thought was "Is this overseer really breaking the only unbreakable rule?"
A mumble seemed to come from the mouth of the overseer, too quiet to hear. "I HAVE BROUGHT THIS FORT TO ORDER TO PREPARE FOR THE IMPENDING WAVE. AFTER ALL, WHAT IS THE POINT OF DESTROYING A FORT THAT IS UNORGANIZED, SIMPLY NOT FUN, ILL TELL YOU!" At these words, the surrounding dwarves seemed to become restless, but from the mouth of the overseer a quiet shaking voice seemed to be saying "No... You wont... OF COURSE I WILL, YOU FOOL. I HAVE BEEN CONTROLLING YOU FOR OVER A YEAR AND YOU STILL HAVE NEVER ONCE BEEN ABLE TO EXERT YOUR OWN WILL!"
At this point, the Mad One seemed to get an idea and started playing one of his blue microline flutes that he kept with him at all times. "IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO STOP ME, I WILL BRING ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF AMBERJEWEL." "No, You wont", said the quieter voice again, dwarves remembering this voice as that of the overseer bp920091 before she became overseer.
A slight rumble seemed to be emanating from the overseer's position, and she seemed to be vibrating. "Quick, Play More Flutes!" Said the Mad One. "WHY NOW, WHY HAVE YOU NOW PUT UP SUCH A RESISTANCE! YOU WOULD SURRENDER WILLINGLY IF YOU KNEW WHAT WAS COMING! MUCH QUICKER AND EASIER TO DIE BY MY INTERVENTION THAN WHAT WILL ARRIVE SOON." The millitary, seeing that this was something that should stop fast, moved close as if to detain (or kill) the overseer. As the approached, the purple mist around the overseer shifted into a purple glowing sphere and they were able to come no closer than ten feet to the overseer, in any direction, as if the sphere was stopping them.
By this time, several more dwarves had picked up flutes and had started playing, the music seeming to affect the overseer. "THIS SOUND, IT COMES WITH THE END. WHY DO YOU PLAY IT!" "You will Never suceed, we will stand strong, we will defeat all who invade us" came the old voice of the overseer, louder and steadier than before. As the Mad One contuned playing, the surrounding dwarves kept picking up flutes and the sound rose in intensity.
A child seemed to get an idea and dashed off (many of the dwarves thought this cowardice). An grating scream built from the overseer, the voice that had spoken with authority becoming sharp. The shaking contined to build until many of the miners became worried for the structural stability of the whole fort.
The child that had run off down the staircase reappeared, pushing an object into the Mad One's hands, and his eyes lit up with glee. Ritharsazir, the microline artifact flute that had been completed by that same child months earlier was raised to the lips of the Mad One. As he drew breath, a loud "NO!" could be heard from the overseer. As the Mad One played Ritharsazir, the pulsating purple glow seemed to intensify, the scream rising in intensity as well. "GET OUT OF MY MIND!" the overseer shouted, bringing with it a clarity that had never been heard in over a year from the dwarf. As the Mad One played his heart out, a black shrouded glow seemed to rise from the purple glow. The scream rose in pitch, the black glow raising far above the head of the overseer, the connection narrowing betwee the two.
The rest of the dwarves that were not playing flutes were awestruck by the sight. A large black bubble seemed to be growing over the overseer and the purple glow of the overseer, with the link between them narrowing. The music seemed to reach a cresendo, the climax of the song, and the scream seemed to die completely, the shaking of the ground stopping. "SO BE IT! YOU WILL NEVER BE GRANTED ANY MERCY FROM WHAT WILL COME!" "WE NEVER WANTED ANY FROM YOU! DEMON! BEGONE!"
A blinding flash of light was seen by all in the room at this, the Mad One stopping his playing along with everyone else. As the eyesight of the dwarves returned, they saw bp920091 on the ground, slowly getting up, cracks in the stone all around her leaking purple smoke that rapidly dissapated. "I Think i am done for awhile, I dont care who leads the fort, take it into glory" said Bp920091, her voice returned to normal. "I just want to go and plant plump helmets for now."
As she said that, she slowly walked down the staircase, leaving the shocked crowd to think about what had just happened. The Mad One was the first to recover, packing away the now legendary flute and walking back to his workshop to create more of them. The rest of the fort soon followed, resuming their jobs that they had done before.
Once again the fort of Amberjewel was without an overseer, but they could deal with that tomorrow.
Ill be uploading my whole save file, with DF included (as im going out of town, i may as well make sure its playable).
Overview Screen is here:
The save is here:
http://dl.eve-files.com/media/1212/Amberjewel_Playthrough.zip... And Im done for now, im gonna be hopping on a plane in less than 2 hours.... see you all in a week!
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