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[Meph]

This will be the spot for a religion-based succesion fort using the MasterworkDF mod V.4g. More info/story will follow. If you want to play a turn or be dwarved, please let me know.

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

• Storyposts in character please.
• Keep to the Religion theme, interpreted as you see fit.
• Traps are allowed.
• Save-Scumming only against bugs. If the fortress crumbles, reclaim it.
• Turns are 6-12 months long, as you like.
• You have one week for your turn max.
• If its your turn and you dont report back in 2 days, you will be skipped and added at the end of the overseer list.
• You can take multiple turns if you like.

Spoiler: Settings (click to show/hide)

• Default Mod Settings.
• Diseases Disabled.
• Default Tileset.
• Randomly Generated Creatures are added.

List of Overseers

• Meph - Finished - Year 1
• mahrgell - Finished - Year 2
• LMeire - Finished - Year 3
• Talanic - Finished - Year 4 (till mid-winter)
• Meph - Finished - Year 4 (mid-winter till end)
• Splint - Skipped
• kamikazi1231 - Finished - Year 5
• Grimmash - Skipped
• jimboo - Finished - Year 5.5
• Arcvasti
• Someone12345
• H.P. Urist

List of Named Dwarves

• Stormbuilder
• Grimmash
• Mc Meph - Died of Thirst
• Mc Jaxey - Shot by Goblin - 5 year.
• Bigd the 145.
• General Splint - Died of Head-Bashed-In - 2 year.
• McMuzz
• Meg Helmet, the cook
• Mc Marhgell, the miner
• The Old Ark
• Sawgile - Died of Thirst - 1 year - Autumn.
• Timeless - Shot by Goblin - 5 year.
• Dohon
• Proto
• Pi Age
• MuDD
• LMeire
• Talanic
• Mc FengYun
• Dailm
• Urist
• Kamikazi
• PeaSent
• Will Tuna
• AvdPos
• Sazir
• Arcvasti
• Olin
• Sarvesh
• Niku

By prayer and combat we acknowledge Armok's power and goodness, our own neediness and dependence. It is therefore an act of the virtue of religion implying the deepest reverence for Armok and habituating us to look to Him for everything, not merely because the thing asked be good in itself, or advantageous to us, but chiefly because we wish it as a gift of Armok, and not otherwise, no matter how good or desirable it may seem to us. Prayer presupposes faith in Armok and hope in His goodness. By both, Armok, to whom we pray, moves us to prayer. Our knowledge of Armok by the light of natural reason also inspires us to look to Him for help, but such prayer lacks supernatural inspiration, and though it may avail to keep us from losing our natural knowledge of Armok and trust in Him, or, to some extent, from offending Him, it cannot positively dispose us to receive His graces. His graces in form of bloody battle axes, severed goblin limbs and free flowing blood.

Praise Armok and Strike The Earth.

It is us who have sinned; therefore we must head out and slay the sinners.
- Unknown, Inscribed at the Temple of Armok in the Mountainhomes.

[Swagile]

So the Overseers are set in stone?

[Meph]

No, the ones listed are just the ones that asked for a spot. Anyone can join, as overseer or dwarf.

[Splint]

I'll take a turn, if someone else isn't able to take there or at the end of the current list.

[Swagile]

I call a turn if possible and to be dwarfed on the first migrant wave, if that is possible as well.

A military dwarf if that can be arranged as well.

[Timeless Bob]

As in many games, please dorf me as a baby born in or migrating to the fortress. Name him/her "Timeless".  If the child ever grows to adulthood, he or she will wish to take an Overseer's turn.  Until then, he/she will merely provide colour (possibly red) to the embark population. 

I suggest a professions title of "Neophyte" for babies, "Acolyte" for children and "Initiate" for peasants.  "Brother" or "Sister" titles to be added to noble positions with the "Father" or "Mother" titles reserved for Mayor/Baron/ect...

As such, I'd then be "'Timeless' <surname here>, Neophyte".  This name/title feature also will allow new migrants to be distinguished from ones already there, if the "commitment ceremony" happens to involve a burrow situated around one of Armok's wards.  New migrants are required to come to the commitment ceremony, which will then flush out any carp god sympathizers or vampires wishing to sup on innocent souls.  Those who pass the test are "blessed" with new honorifics and titles.  Those who do not are quickly dispatched by the altar guards and the cathedral welcomes any surviving migrants in with open arms.

I should also suggest that there be three sets of separate populations: The Keepers of the Dead, The Chosen and The Initiates.  Each should be completely separated from the others by airlock rooms.

The Initiates are the peasantry who fetch and carry for their betters, growing the food and minding the animals, but each are members of a squad that has continual training for 3 out of 10 squad-mates throughout the year.  It is the Initiates which form the first line of defense from outside aggressors, and who comprise the greatest population.  Any Initiate that is blessed with an artifact, becomes one of The Chosen and is assigned a room in the Sanctum and removed from the squad list.  Likewise, any Initiate who reaches "Master" in any weapon has earned the right to be reassigned to gaurd The Chosen and The Sanctum (Where all artifacts are displayed).  Finally, The Keepers of the Dead are those dwarves directly related to the original founders, whose sole purpose is to engrave slabs for the dead, record the history of their people in the "Labyrinth of Time" (long and many-branching hallways with their walls smoothed and engraved with masterwork carvings) and to survive any apocalypse visited upon the other two populations of dwarves.

[oldark]

I would like to be dwarfed as a priest, aspiring to high priest please. If you don't have those available I'll take anything.

[Meph]

Why wait for migrants, when you can embark with everyone. The embark party will be the 11 names dwarves.

[Swagile]

Oh then ill be part of the 11 dwarf team.

[Meph]

"The powers of this country grow restless. Strange beasts have been spotted, brandishing sword and plow, thinking they are civilized. No heretic can truly be civilized, and they will know it. Otirdirs and Askans... even their names are an abomination. Nevermind. As long as we patrol the headlands, they pose no threat.
The Legion protects!"



A wagon slowly takes the crest of a hill, looking upon a shaded valley. Two rivers merge between the trees. A good spot. The wagon carries 11 dwarves, with strange garbs and a blood-red sword. One of them is drumming rythmically, slow and steady to the tact of the tuskoxens steps. Everything is covered in snow.



A Dwarven Outpost
You have arrived.  After a journey from the Mountainhomes into the forbidding wilderness beyond, your harsh trek has finally ended.  Your party of seven is to make an outpost for the glory of Armok.
There are almost no supplies left, but with stout labor comes sustenance.  Whether by bolt, plow or hook, provide for your dwarves.  You are expecting a supply caravan just before winter entombs you, but it is Spring now. Enough time to delve secure lodgings, ere the xen get hungry. A new chapter of dwarven history begins here at this place, "Hamerabbey, the Glory of God".  Strike the earth!

Lets take a closer look at the dwarves that sit on that wagon.

`Mc Marhgell' Bomrekdobar has been quite content lately. 
He is a faithful worshipper of Uzol the Umber Gravel and a casual worshipper of Gembish. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is fifty years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is tall and muscular.  His sideburns are clean-shaven.  His very long moustache is arranged in double braids.  His very long beard is neatly combed.  His very long hair is braided.  He is muscular.  His teeth are tangled.  He has very low cheekbones.  His nose bridge is convex.  His sunken eyes are narrow.  His eyes slightly protruding.  His somewhat narrow small-lobed ears are splayed out.  His somewhat long nose is somewhat broad.  His ears are somewhat tall.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 
He is strong, but he is clumsy and extremely quick to tire. 
`Mc Marhgell' Bomrekdobar likes (library supplies), earth, aquamarine, crystal glass, the color maroon, boxes and bags, amulets and chains.  When possible, he prefers to consume harvester, cragtooth boar cheese, tuber beer and cave wheat flour.  He absolutely detests black widows. 
He has the ability to focus, but he has a little difficulty with words, little willpower, a poor ability to manage or understand social relationships and lousy intuition. 
He often feels discouraged.  He occasionally overindulges.  He can handle stress.  He is somewhat reserved.  He does not have a great aesthetic sensitivity.  He is candid and sincere in dealings with others.  He is immodest.  He takes time when making decisions.  His voice trails off whenever he tries to remember something.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`Big D the 145.' Gasisasob has been quite content lately. 
He is an ardent worshipper of Gembish and a casual worshipper of Uzol the Umber Gravel. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is thirty-eight years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is weak.  He is tall but has quite ill-defined muscles.  His quite sparse hair is dry.  His very long sideburns are braided.  His very long moustache is arranged in double braids.  His medium-length beard is neatly combed.  His very long hair is tied in a pony tail.  He has very low cheekbones, and he has a broad chin.  His narrow sunken eyes are close-set.  His nose bridge is convex.  His free-lobed ears are splayed out.  His somewhat long upturned nose is broad.  His eyes have slightly thin irises.  His hair is amber.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 
He is quite durable, but he is clumsy and very weak. 
`Big D the 145.' Gasisasob likes black lacquered, iron, tear of armok, crystal glass, the color Grazhir-white and crude javelins.  When possible, he prefers to consume root tea.  He absolutely detests wrorosods. 
He has a shortage of patience, poor analytical abilities, little linguistic ability and poor creativity. 
He is concerned about rejection and ridicule.  He can handle stress.  He is somewhat reserved.  He enjoys the company of others.  He is relaxed.  He is a pessimist.  He is put off by authority and tradition.  He is trusting.  He is modest.  He has a sense of duty.  He thinks it is incredibly important to strive for excellence.  He takes time when making decisions.  He runs his fingers through his hair when he's trying to remember something.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`The Old Ark' Stinthadanam has been quite content lately. 
He is a worshipper of Kadol Pearltreasure the Wealthy Taxes and a dubious worshipper of Efim. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is forty-six years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is average in size.  He is tall.  His quite sparse hair is crinkly.  His medium-length sideburns are neatly combed.  His very long moustache is arranged in double braids.  His very long beard is arranged in double braids.  His very long hair is arranged in double braids.  His round eyes are slit.  His somewhat narrow ears are very splayed out.  He has very low cheekbones, and he has an angular chin.  His eyes are sunken.  His somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  His somewhat long nose is broad.  His somewhat short ears are somewhat narrow.  His hair is amber.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 

`The Old Ark' Stinthadanam likes fine black brick, water, grand fire gem, elk hoof, the color gray and walleyes for their eyes.  When possible, he prefers to consume beetlemead.  He absolutely detests black sand leeches. 
He has very good intuition, a good kinesthetic sense and a good intellect, but he has a poor ability to manage or understand social relationships. 
He has a calm demeanor.  He doesn't often experience strong cravings or urges.  He can handle stress.  He is very friendly.  He likes to try new things.  He is willing to compromise with others.  He very rarely does more work than necessary. He has very little self-discipline.  He bites his nails when he's nervous.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*FISHERMANS GUILD* This dwarf has joined the eccentric guild of fishers. Founded by the self-proclaimed king of the fishers, this guild is watched with distrust by other dwarves. How is sitting next to water, waiting for the fish to come to you a real profession? Regardless of what other dwarves think, the members of this guild have mastered the skill of the waiting game.

`Meg Helmet' Keshshakadil has been quite content lately. 
He is a casual worshipper of Uzol the Umber Gravel and a worshipper of Uzol the Umber Gravel. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is fifty years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is very muscular.  He is tall and very muscular.  His short sideburns are neatly combed.  His very long moustache is arranged in double braids.  His very long beard is arranged in double braids.  His hair is clean-shaven.  His ears are splayed out.  His sunken eyes are narrow.  His lips are very thin.  His nose bridge is convex.  He has very low cheekbones.  His somewhat long nose is broad.  His ears are somewhat narrow.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 
He is very strong and rarely sick, but he is remarkably flimsy. 
`Meg Helmet' Keshshakadil likes black brick, steampowered, green diamond, mountain halls, padded hoods, large gems, cragtooth boars for their impressive digging skills and purring maggots for their pulsating, soft, white bodies.  When possible, he prefers to consume bloated tubers and liquid evil.  He absolutely detests bougenuings. 
He has a natural inclination toward language, but he has an iffy memory, poor spatial senses and really poor focus. 
He is often nervous.  He appreciates art and natural beauty.  He is candid and sincere in dealings with others.  He is immodest.  He mutters under his breath when he's nervous.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*FARMERS GUILD* This dwarf belongs to the guild of farmworkers, millers and cooks. They handle most of the food production, from planting crops and brewing them, over milking and cheesemaking, to butchery and cooking. A basic, but important factor of every fortress.

`Stormbuilder' Berathzamnuth has been quite content lately. 
She is a worshipper of Nirmek the Helmed Culmination and a worshipper of Lolok. 
She is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  She is a member of The Marble of Anger.  She arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
She has the appearance of somebody that is fifty-six years old and is one of the first of her kind. 
She is scrawny.  She is tall and scrawny.  Her hair is clean-shaven.  Her sunken eyes have thin irises.  She has very low cheekbones.  Her eyes narrow.  Her somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  Her somewhat long upturned nose is broad.  Her teeth are crowded.  Her somewhat thin lips are thin.  Her somewhat splayed out ears are somewhat narrow.  Her skin is peach.  Her eyes are cobalt. 
She is incredibly tough, but she is weak. 
`Stormbuilder' Berathzamnuth likes spore, iron, grand blood gem, green glass, moose hoof, the color crimson, throwing spears, leather armor and shoes.  When possible, she prefers to consume sun berries and liquid evil.  She absolutely detests lizards. 
She has an amazing memory, a sharp intellect, a good spatial sense and good creativity, but she has poor focus. 
She occasionally overindulges.  She appreciates art and natural beauty.  She likes to try new things.  She does not go out of her way to help others.  She is disorganized.  She is occasionally given to procrastination.  She talks to inanimate objects when she's thinking.  When she's thinking, her body becomes very still.  She needs alcohol to get through the working day.  She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*ENGINEERS GUILD* This dwarf is a member of the guild of mechanics, machine operators and siege engineers. All things technical are governed by them. Without the engineers guild fortresses would lack pumpstacks, trap hallways and other automated defenses. They even allow intrepid inventors to join their ranks.

`Mc Jaxey' Thuvegsharsid has been quite content lately. 
He is a worshipper of Gembish and a worshipper of Lolok. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is thirty-eight years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is muscular.  He is tall and muscular.  His tall broad ears are very splayed out.  His very long sideburns are braided.  His very long moustache is arranged in double braids.  His long beard is braided.  His hair is clean-shaven.  He has very low cheekbones, and he has a recessed chin.  His teeth are crowded.  His narrow sunken eyes are protruding.  His somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  His narrow long nose is broad.  His ears have small lobes.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 
He is very rarely sick and strong, but he is clumsy. 
`Mc Jaxey' Thuvegsharsid likes , exploding, fossil, warthog ivory, broadhead javelins, abacuss and dark fiends for their ancient knowledge.  When possible, he prefers to consume nothing, dwarven rum, blob acid and rope reed seeds.  He absolutely detests albino forest leeches. 
He has very good intuition, an ability to read emotions fairly well, a good feel for social relationships and a good spatial sense, but he has a shortage of patience and little willpower. 
He loves a good thrill.  He prefers stability and security to ambiguity and disorder.  He often does the first thing that comes to mind.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*HEALERS GUILD* This dwarf is a member of the guild of healers. Mad butchers some might call them, but they do their best to patch unlucky dwarves back together. Enough dwarves owe their lives to them to establish the healers as a valid, bonafide guild.

`Mc Muzz' Banikethbesh has been quite content lately. 
She is a worshipper of Gembish and a worshipper of Gembish. 
She is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  She is a member of The Marble of Anger.  She arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
She has the appearance of somebody that is thirty-eight years old and is one of the first of her kind. 
She is tall but has quite ill-defined muscles.  She is weak.  Her thin-irised sunken eyes are very round.  Her ears are splayed out.  Her ears are somewhat narrow.  Her hair is clean-shaven.  Her lips are thin.  Her nose bridge is convex.  Her somewhat long nose is broad.  Her ears are somewhat short.  Her eyes are slightly wide-set.  Her skin is peach.  Her eyes are cobalt. 
She is quick to heal, but she is susceptible to disease, very weak, very quick to tire and quite clumsy. 
`Mc Muzz' Banikethbesh likes spore, exploding catapult ammo, grand acid gem, piercing javelins, gulls for their gall and strawberries for their vivid red color.  When possible, she prefers to consume awlile, mahseer, fisher berry wine and lich meal.  She absolutely detests jeosnules. 
She has great analytical abilities and a way with words, but she has next to no natural musical ability. 
She is confident under pressure.  She is assertive.  She has a good awareness of her own emotions.  She prefers familiar routines.  She dislikes intellectual discussions.  She loves to defy convention.  She doesn't go out of her way to do more work than necessary.  She begins to talk in a monotone when she is bored.  She needs alcohol to get through the working day.  She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`Grimmash' Stinthadtad has been quite content lately. 
She is a worshipper of Gembish and a worshipper of Kadol Pearltreasure the Wealthy Taxes. 
She is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  She is a member of The Marble of Anger.  She is the expedition leader of The Marble of Anger.  She arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
She has the appearance of somebody that is forty-five years old and is one of the first of her kind. 
She is average in size.  She is tall.  Her eyebrows are incredibly high.  Her narrow eyes are very wide-set.  Her lips are very thin.  Her somewhat long nose is broad.  Her somewhat narrow ears are splayed out.  Her head is very short.  She has very low cheekbones.  Her eyes are sunken.  Her somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  Her teeth are crowded.  Her hair is extremely sparse.  Her very long hair is tied in a pony tail.  Her hair is amber.  Her skin is peach.  Her eyes are cobalt. 

`Grimmash' Stinthadtad likes ilmenite, zinc, small fire gem, strong acid, warthog bone, cotton, the color rust, spring-loaded knives, anvils and sapphire golems for their rockiness.  When possible, she prefers to consume grizzly bear and boozebelly rum.  She absolutely detests lampittirms. 
She has very good intuition, a good intellect and a feel for music, but she has a questionable spatial sense and a very bad sense of empathy. 
She is slow to anger.  She rarely feels discouraged.  She occasionally overindulges.  She isn't given to flights of fancy.  She is put off by authority and tradition.  She is self-disciplined.  She needs alcohol to get through the working day.  She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`Mc Meph' Omtalzaneg has been quite content lately. 
He is a worshipper of Lolok and a faithful worshipper of Kadol Pearltreasure the Wealthy Taxes. 
He is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  He is a member of The Marble of Anger.  He arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
He has the appearance of somebody that is fifty-one years old and is one of the first of his kind. 
He is average in size.  His hair is clean-shaven.  His thin-irised sunken eyes are narrow.  His ears are splayed out.  His ears are somewhat narrow.  His nose bridge is convex.  His teeth are crowded.  His somewhat long nose is broad.  He has very low cheekbones.  He is tall.  His slightly wide-set eyes are slightly wide-set.  His eyes are slightly protruding.  His skin is peach.  His eyes are cobalt. 
He is almost never sick and agile, but he is flimsy. 
`Mc Meph' Omtalzaneg likes seordstone, burning, black diamond, burlap, piercing javelins, boots, floodgates and scabbards.  When possible, he prefers to consume butterfly and root tea.  He absolutely detests brown recluse spiders. 
He has very good intuition, a great feel for the surrounding space, a great memory and a sum of patience, but he has poor focus, a little difficulty with words, little natural inclination toward music and next to no empathy. 
He occasionally overindulges.  He has a fertile imagination.  He does not have a great aesthetic sensitivity.  He revels in chaos and disorder.  He is willing to compromise with others.  He is organized.  He mutters under his breath when he's annoyed.  He needs alcohol to get through the working day.  He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`Splint' Cattenzursul has been quite content lately. 
She is a worshipper of Kadol Pearltreasure the Wealthy Taxes and a worshipper of Gembish. 
She is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  She is a member of The Marble of Anger.  She arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
She has the appearance of somebody that is forty-one years old and is one of the first of her kind. 
She is incredibly muscular.  She has loaded a tall body with incredible muscles.  Her protruding thin-irised eyes are slit.  Her narrow broad nose is upturned.  Her teeth are crowded.  Her somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  She has very low cheekbones.  Her ears are splayed out.  Her ears are somewhat narrow.  Her slightly wide-set eyes are sunken.  Her head is short.  Her slightly upturned nose is somewhat long.  Her hair is quite sparse.  Her long hair is tied in a pony tail.  Her hair is amber.  Her skin is peach.  Her eyes are cobalt. 
She is mighty, tough and rarely sick. 
`Splint' Cattenzursul likes rutile, green glass, clear zircon, broadhead javelins, boots, ironclad cragtooth boars for their impressive digging skills and butouls for their teeth.  When possible, she prefers to consume spotted ratfish, river spirits, cave wheat flour and muck root spawns.  She absolutely detests bougenuings. 
She has a great kinesthetic sense, a natural ability with music, a good memory and good intuition, but she has little patience and poor creativity. 
She doesn't often experience strong cravings or urges.  She can handle stress.  She prefers that others handle the leadership roles.  She will persist in the face of any difficulty until the task is complete.  She taps her feet when she's annoyed.  She needs alcohol to get through the working day.  She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.   

`Sawgile' Abantomem has been quite content lately. 
She is a faithful worshipper of Razot Autumnwooded and a worshipper of Efim. 
She is a citizen of The Fragile Relics.  She is a member of The Marble of Anger.  She arrived at Nilkulet Anil Nom on the 1st of Granite in the year 31. 
She has the appearance of somebody that is fifty-nine years old and is one of the first of her kind. 
She is scrawny.  She is tall and scrawny.  Her sunken eyes are slit.  Her ears are splayed out.  Her somewhat concave nose bridge is convex.  She has very low cheekbones.  Her somewhat long nose is somewhat broad.  Her hair is extremely sparse.  Her long hair is tied in a pony tail.  Her eyebrows are somewhat high.  Her hair is amber. Her skin is peach.  Her eyes are cobalt. 
She is agile, but she is weak.

`Sawgile' Abantomem likes mineral oil, silver, aquamarine, silk, the color dark scarlet, picks, round shields and cragtooth boars for their impressive digging skills.  When possible, she prefers to consume dwarven fungi brew.  She absolutely detests red sand leeches. 
She has a natural ability with music, but she has a little difficulty with words, poor analytical abilities and little patience. 
She is self-conscious.  She loves to take charge and direct activities.  She loves new and fresh ideas.  She is candid and sincere in dealings with others.  She is confident.  She finds rules confining.  She bites her nails when she's annoyed.  She needs alcohol to get through the working day.  She likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*WRESTLER* Having undergone the garrison training, this dwarf has learned the fundamental rules of war. Wrestler training teaches unarmed combat and dodging above all else. They also learn military tactics, leadership and situational awareness. They are used to pain, have a higher willpower and recuperation then civilians, tire slowly and are very agile.

They did not come alone. Other beings can be seen near the wagon. First of all the two oxen that pull it, but next to them are several small weasels that run around. And some other... things.

[Swagile]

`Sawgile' Abantomem Journal

The Beginning

From the Mountainhomes, and into the wilderness, they say. For all the things this world supplies us, you start wondering why the glorious Dwarven race is not the only one on this world. Maybe this is Armok's way of telling us to gain supremacy over the feeble races that inhibit these lands, whether they be green, lush and beautiful or dirty, disgusting and evil.

The Legion, that's what we're calling ourselves, apparently. I would much rather we call ourselves the Armok Embassy, for we are here to spread the word of Armok and the powers that be that make us, the Dwarven race, the mighty race, the only race that should exist above all others.

But of course, Armok is a wise teacher. It has taught as many things, and one of them being that we must disguise our intent while we are weak. We must co-operate with the other foolish "intelligent" species that attempt to trade us goods until we are fully industrious. But I have high hopes for our journey, for being so close with my brothers and sisters, I shall triumph against all those that oppose us!

Praise Armok!

[kamikazi1231]

Add me to the overseer list. Also I can handle pretty extreme forts so if any overseer runs into lag death let me know and I can jump up a spot. Are we allowed DFHack commands like clean if major blood spread post siege causes problems?

[Meph]

`Grimmash' Stinthadtad likes strong acid, spring-loaded knives, anvils and sapphire golems for their rockiness.  When possible, she prefers to consume grizzly bear and boozebelly rum.

"Grimmash, you like to eat grizzly bears?"
"Yup."
"Like... grizzly bear meat?"
"No, grizzly bears."
"Entire bears?"
"Yup."
"But... arent they a lot larger then you?"
"Yup."


`Mc Marhgell' Bomrekdobar likes (library supplies), crystal glass, amulets and chains. He absolutely detests black widows.

"Who doesnt like Black Widow?"


`Big D the 145.' Gasisasob likes black lacquered, iron, tear of armok, crystal glass, the color Grazhir-white and crude javelins.  When possible, he prefers to consume root tea.   
He is concerned about rejection and ridicule.  He can handle stress.  He is somewhat reserved.  He enjoys the company of others.  He is relaxed.  He is a pessimist.  He is put off by authority and tradition.  He is trusting.  He is modest.  He has a sense of duty.  He thinks it is incredibly important to strive for excellence.  He takes time when making decisions.

"You sound like a friend of mine, from far Britannia."
"From where?"
"Nevermind, just drink your tea, ok?"
"Very well then."


`The Old Ark' very rarely does more work than necessary. He has very little self-discipline. He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. 

*FISHERMANS GUILD* This dwarf has joined the eccentric guild of fishers.

"Fishers... typical"


`Meg Helmet' Keshshakadil is very strong and rarely sick, likes mountain halls, padded hoods, cragtooth boars for their impressive digging skills and purring maggots for their pulsating, soft, white bodies.  When possible, he prefers to consume liquid evil.

"I will stay far away from that one. Not a good sign if the cook likes evil maggots."


`Stormbuilder' Berathzamnuth likes iron, grand blood gem, the color crimson, throwing spears, leather armor and shoes.
She has an amazing memory, a sharp intellect, a good spatial sense and good creativity. She talks to inanimate objects when she's thinking.

"Maybe you should keep the animated weapons with you... maybe they will listen."


`Mc Jaxey' Thuvegsharsid likes dark fiends for their ancient knowledge.

"I have my eyes on you."


`Mc Muzz' Banikethbesh likes exploding catapult ammo, grand acid gem, piercing javelins, ...

"So... McMuzz, former Sergeant of the Third Ballista and Catapult Company, newly retired?"



`Mc Meph' Omtalzaneg has next to no empathy. He revels in chaos and disorder. His hair is clean-shaven.  His thin-irised sunken eyes are narrow. His eyes are cobalt. 

"A priest through and through. They dont make him like that anymore."


 
`Splint' Cattenzursul likes butouls for their teeth. She absolutely detests bougenuings. She is mighty, tough and rarely sick.

"Splint..."
"Yes?"
"What is a butoul?"
"I dont know."
"But you like them?"
"Yeah, sure."
"And bougenuings? What are those?"
"I dont know. I only know that I hate their rotten guts."


`Sawgile' Abantomem has a natural ability with music. She is self-conscious. She loves new and fresh ideas.  She is candid and sincere in dealings with others.

*WRESTLER* Having undergone the garrison training, this dwarf has learned the fundamental rules of war. Wrestler training teaches unarmed combat and dodging above all else. They also learn military tactics, leadership and situational awareness. They are used to pain, have a higher willpower and recuperation then civilians, tire slowly and are very agile.

"Somehow... the character does not meet the profession."

[Swagile]

// I beat my enemies with kind words which melts over their hearts.

If that doesn't work I sing a sad song of my comrades death, making their tears wet which distracts them from the battlefield and destroys their vision, making sure that they don't see that axe hammering down through their throat.

If all else fails, I screech so hard that windows themselves blow out.



Even the most tame of skills can be used in the battlefield!

 

[Swagile]

// I beat my enemies with kind words which melts over their hearts.

If that doesn't work I sing a sad song of my comrades death, making their tears wet which distracts them from the battlefield and destroys their vision, making sure that they don't see that axe hammering down through their throat.

If all else fails, I screech so hard that windows themselves blow out.



Even the most tame of skills can be used in the battlefield!

 

Also allow me a turn as overseer. Its gonna be !!FUN!! so far into the game.