This is a tutorial fort played with the Gnome race from MasterworkDF.
Gnomes are small-sized race with a playing style that emphasizes both animal training and mechanics. Gnomes can recruit animals from the wild, train, equip and manipulate them using a unique merit-based druidic system, build fully-automatic and previously impossible powered machines like item-processing factories, liquid-sucking drilling rigs, scanning geologic seismographs, and creature-launching catapults, harness electricity and magnetism, construct high-tech armor, weapons, and various types of robots, and more. DFhack scripts are heavily used to accomplish this. To show how to properly use and play the Gnomes, please come and visit Clawedgears!
For more info on the Gnomes, come to the MDF board, or read their manual. The more this fort progresses, the more screenshots and industries you will be able to see right here.
---Current named gnomes/requests (note: you can also be or have one of the animals if you prefer):
Indigo: expedition leader, fishergnome
Meph: angry druid/lumberjack/axegnome, accompanied by Dogmeat the wolf
Zach: farmer
Palu: tinkerer
Jax: smith
Arcticil: cook
Hooligan: fighter
Doc (Timeless Bob): mad engineer
Arcvasti: war-trained black caiman
Shamrock: redshirt
---THE STORY BEGINS---
I didn't ask to be the leader. But then, neither did anyone else. Ambition isn't one of the qualities gnomes are known for, at least not that kind of ambition. When you're under three feet high in a big man's world, it's tough to get people to take you seriously. You can shoot twenty orcs dead with an arm-mounted ion caster that you built yourself in using nothing but your wit and a box of scraps, and the twenty-first will still laugh at you if your face barely comes up to his groin.
That's where you bite him. Who's laughing now, huh?
Not that you'd ever catch me doing something like that, of course. I'm a simple fishergnome. Give me a quiet brook and a place to sit in the morning, and I'll have enough fish to feed a small army by the evening. It's an important job, to be sure, but hardly a glamorous one. So how'd I come to be in charge of this expedition, anyway?
Why am even going out this way in the first place? I could have been back at the Mountain right now, snacking on some plump helmet biscuts, my feet up in the air, watching the ripples in a fish-filled creek instead of being stuck on this bumpy old wagon with a half-crazed tinkerer rambling on about shooting orcs with high-tech superweapons in one ear and a grizzly bear grunting vaguely about biting people in the other.
Ah, that's right. The druid. I think it was his idea. Something about how people just didn't notice us. He said we had to get out into the world and show everyone what we could do. And I might as well come too, because I was all out of fish anyway. Since his bear had eaten them all. And that I ought to be the leader, because I knew how to fish and he was the one with the bear.
That made way more sense when he was saying it, I'm sure of it.
We should arrive on the first of Granite.