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[Mechatronic]

I made the mistake of accidentally hitting 'Play Now' during embark, so seven peasants and all those useful quivers, crutches and splints. Decided to look around the site anyway as it was nice spot with flux, shallow metals, deep metals and a waterfall. Notice that the first layer is just chert, and a poor giant platypus getting killed by the waterfall while alligators watch on. Then I notice magnetite on the cliff face. Nice. Then more magnetite on different levels and on the hill side. In all I can see six clusters of the stuff at the surface. Motherlode. Get to work peasants.

It's been a little over a year now. I have my population capped at 10, so after the first two migrant waves I've got a nice little 19 dwarf outpost. I've also got the Fortress Defense mod loaded so I've had a couple of dark strangler seiges. The first came in winter which I really didn't expect and caused some embarrassing injuries but my injured dwarves, obviously driven by magnetite madness, simply hardened up and left their hospital beds. The second met thirty iron upright spear traps and the survivors rode their polar bears off the map.

[Disquiet]

Things were going well in my budding fort of 45 dwarves until I decided to drain a murky pool down 7 layers to create a well for my planned medical area. I have no idea how this happened but somehow my idiot thresher dwarf decided it would be a good idea to jump down a 7zlevel chasm. he has no mining labors and theres absolutely nothing to collect, so I have no idea what he was doing there, but he probably got swept down since he splattered blood everywhere before there was water to break his fall and then promptly drowned. my best weaponsmith also decided it would be a good idea to try and retrieve the precious socks and so managed to drown aswell. I had to deconstruct the well resevoir to get the dead dwarves out of my now contaminated well water, which then had to be drained. So now I cannot complete my well until the next rains come.

Its a reminder that fun is always lurking around the corner, even in the most seemingly harmless tasks. Had I been draining a river instead of murky pooln what was an annoying inconvienience could have turned into a catastrophe.

[Niccolo]

I recently started (and abandoned) a fort. I had perfectly set up a massive cistern with enough water to satisfy even a full fortress, much less the eleven dwarves I had... then the well refused to work. Goddamn it.

I guess that's what I get for designating a fish dissector as the architect.

I also discovered that my dwarves have absolutely no sense of priority; they refuse to dig out the space for workshops, instead insisting on digging out other stuff first. Then complaining that no workshops are built.

Then a massive - and I mean, like, everybody in my fort save my highly antisocial jeweller - party got thrown and all work ground to a halt.

[Mechatronic]

You can stop a party by freeing the room it at. Re-assigning the room doesn't restart the party. I normally let them party unless something really needs doing though.

[lanceleoghauni]

I'm thinking about creating a military composed entirely of marksdwarves and <<+*Copper Crossbow*+>> loaded with <<+=Silver=+>> Bolts.

[Mister Always]

So I just embarked at a place with two streams (well, I think they're branches of the same stream, there's a fork a ways south, but eh). I checked the units list.

There's a herd of capybaras, an alligator, aaaaaaand about two or three pages of carp, sturgeons, and longnose gar.

If they don't all wander off the map and never come back as they usually do, I may yet be able to construct a war-carp pit.

Which will be glorious.

[Necro910]

So I just embarked at a place with two streams (well, I think they're branches of the same stream, there's a fork a ways south, but eh). I checked the units list.

There's a herd of capybaras, an alligator, aaaaaaand about two or three pages of carp, sturgeons, and longnose gar.

If they don't all wander off the map and never come back as they usually do, I may yet be able to construct a war-carp pit.

Which will be glorious.

WIN.

Make a water pit full of carp under the trading depot so you can dump elves in there if they offer you 27 crates of rope reed socks.

[Mister Always]

So I just embarked at a place with two streams (well, I think they're branches of the same stream, there's a fork a ways south, but eh). I checked the units list.

There's a herd of capybaras, an alligator, aaaaaaand about two or three pages of carp, sturgeons, and longnose gar.

If they don't all wander off the map and never come back as they usually do, I may yet be able to construct a war-carp pit.

Which will be glorious.

WIN.

Make a water pit full of carp under the trading depot so you can dump elves in there if they offer you 27 crates of rope reed socks.

That does seem like a better idea than using it to execute goblins, because 1) goblins will be killed in the traps anyway 2) goblins have stuff I actually WANT (and if the elves happen to bring some booze or a cool animal, I can usually buy it anyway) 3) fuck elves.

Carp don't breed, though, which sucks. Hmm...I'll need some help with that.

[monk12]

my cotton candy got eaten by a artifact 452 pieces of raw cotton candy eaten into a MUG of all things. stupid burrows 27 million dwarf bucks all that work for candy armor poof gone.

Post it. A 27 million dwarfbuck mug is still very awesome.

This is an adamantine mug. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. On the mug is an inscription in adamantine. The inscription reads "I was possessed and all I got was this lousy mug"

[Andal]

One of my legendary lashers just named his silver whip. And for once, I was pleasantly surprised.

It is Ramadril Stingbol Kalan, aka Prisonweaver the Barbarian of Trails.

I foresee a grand future for this weapon, and its wielder.

[thatkid]

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A thousand horrible shrieks filled the air just outside the doors, accompanied by the stench of blood and vomit. Stationed in the main dining hall, Captain Nishtun of the Crimson Sabres hunched forward, hands tightly gripping the magnificent golden battle axe Timnärildom. Aquamarine eyes trained on the granite door before him, the guard captain barely flinched as a loud bang filled the air, shaking the engraved stone beneath his feet. Several steps away Sodel gasped and hugged his iron crossbow closer to his copper breastplate, fear in his eyes and voice as he murmured "...was the stone traps." Beside him, a smaller dwarf who Nishtun did not recognize, likely a private in one of the newer squads, nervously readied his larch spear and murmured "Where is everyone?"
Nishtun cast his gaze about the room, and realized that the recruit spoke the truth: Where there should have been thirty dwarves in the dining room with him, there were maybe fifteen. The captain drew himself up to full height, and his high-pitched voice filled the cavernous dining hall "It dinnae matter, lad," he began, taking a step towards the door so that the others could see the legendary weapon he bore, "like as naeh, th' cowards're down in th' burrow behin' our floodgates. But it dinnae matter." The captain strode forward, pausing just before the door, and turned to face his troops, his voice echoed off the walls: "The Blockades an' the Wires're still oot thar, an' if ah know 'Cat' and 'Kel' thah'll be fightin' tah th' bitter end an' it's our job tah halp 'em. We've turned back gobbos b'fore, an' we'll do it again lads," he paused to nod to one of the women in the room, adding "an' lasses, an' we'll do it agahn 'r mah name ain't Nishtun!"
Nishtun raised Taperedfaint high in the air, and loosed a tremendous roar and the dwarves behind him did the same. The roar lifted him up, flung open the previously locked door, and pushed him outside like a surging tidal wave of blood and hate and vengeance.

The next Nishtun knew, he was surrounded by a small group of goblin hammermen. Vomit and blood soaked spears shot up from the ground only to disappear again, stones and cages plummeted down from above. Nishtun lashed out, only for one of his opponents to nimbly dance away. A hammer flew in from the side, and Nishtun's left arm went numb. As his copper shield slipped from his grasp, a second hammer shattered the breastplate, colliding with his back. As Nishtun fell, a throbbing pain filled his left leg and the world faded to black.

Edit: The battle was eventually won, though not without great loss. Nishtun is currently unconscious in the main walkway where he fell, and thirsty. I don't know if the medical dwarves will be able to reach him in time.

[ZZmage]

The ChurchWhirls Marble Mug encrusted with 452 pieces of raw cotton candy

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and yes that is the normally unreachable slade in there got tired of nobles asking for it so i rigged up something to create it. i most of the time us it to cave their heads

Also rigged my trade depot up out of graphite the can you say slow roasted elves?

[TherosPherae]

Over 2000 pieces of electrum, and my smelters are still making the stuff - out of nothing more than galena and native gold...

And I have nothing better to do with it than use it for mugs and floodgates right now. Any ideas as to what the remaining 3000 or so should go to?

[LuckyLuigi]

Hadn't played in six months...fort went well untill I clasically flooded it completely...
Draining operations took so long I was almost finished when the first goblins arrived and killed all.
Sounds about right for a first game *facepalm*

[Karnewarrior]

Over 2000 pieces of electrum, and my smelters are still making the stuff - out of nothing more than galena and native gold...

And I have nothing better to do with it than use it for mugs and floodgates right now. Any ideas as to what the remaining 3000 or so should go to?

Walls and roads, both in the fortress and out. Use it as a alternative to stone.


Then weep as the marble begins to pile up.