Why is autosave no longer a thing?!
Lost a pretty fun little fort last night due to needing to savescum (there was AI marksdwarf bugginess, which isn't my idea of Fun at all) and not realising it had been longer than I thought since I started the game.
Wasn't about to play through 2~ rather eventful years of the same fort again, so I retired it and raged for a bit.
Then I started a new fort, which also wound up being ruined by bugginess - in this case, my military dwarves refusing to drop the stone they were hauling when drafted, even after I forbade it.
Apparently that bug has been known since 2015, with no fixes, and yet it's still a thing?! Man, that was pretty annoying. I guess the only way to avoid it is to keep your military reserves from hauling anything at all? Kind of a pain in the early days of a fort when you need all hands on deck...
Anyway, I just got up-to-date in this thread last night, so I'm gonna respond to a few things that caught my eye in the past few pages.
!Fun!
Constant fights in the miasma filled Tavern, still drawing visitors, apparently drawn by old rumours of past glory, they arrive to find corpses in the hallways and dwarves fighting with each other in a half-ruined tavern, windows smashed and tables overturned but with staunch Dwarven poets still reciting in-between fighting other bards and unruly dwarves with the occasional enraptured audience member amidst the perpetual bar-brawl.
This post is pretty much peak DF. Beautiful.:')
Razordeeps has fallen... and all because of a stupid misunderstanding.
Rumors reached our ears of a lost artifact in the hills nearby... a pear wood earring, if the legends didn't lie. Inud, the militia commander, wanted to retrieve it before the stinking greenskins could. He took the Armored Nights out in search of it. We even told him it was last seen in the lair of a dragon close by to the south.
Inud, apparently still drunk, went to a fortress of the dwarves to the north of us and ransacked the place. He and the troops killed dozens of dwarves. The first indication that we had that anything was wrong was a notice from the Amber Hatchets stating simply "This is war." and a very irate outpost liaison accusing me of handing this entire half of the world to the goblins while we fight each other. I sent a message of abject apology to them. It wasn't my intent. And then...
... my one survivor returned. The others were imprisoned. IMPRISONED. In the fortress of Portalblocks. I sent a group to try to secretly free them but it ended... badly (Author's note: 42 dead, all theirs). Diplomats went back and forth. I was told by the queen that regardless of who imprisoned whom, that I needed to shut up and sit down, not necessarily in that order. I am a passionate dwarf, but I am obedient. Up I shut. Down I sat. She began outlining the war, long in planning, between the Rampart of Thrones (us) and the Patterned Evil nearby.
Following her instructions, my military was dispatched to destroy Doombugs, a dark pit of some hundred goblins nearby. The war was finally in process. The Brown Door, our neighbors to the northeast, would send a detachment from Mirrorsyrups to destroy Vileclapped, and the Amber Hatchets would send a legion to assault Vilecrowded itself, home of the Bull Brute who governed the Patterned Evil and had done so for time out of mind. Regardless of our previous difficulties, we needed the support of the Amber Hatchets too much to allow internal squabbling, particularly at a time like this. I was told my orders, and instructed to command my dwarves to stop "stirring up trouble".
As soon as my legions marched off singing, we began to hear reports of an army on the march. No worries, we thought, the whole of the west of the world is in motion against the Patterned Evil. We paid it no mind.
At dawn, the armies of the Amber Hatchets appeared in the north of the mire. By sunset, Razordeeps was no more. Our forges, our temples, our vast library... gone. Our livestock scattered or slain. I alone escaped. A rumor was put about that a forgotten beast did the deed. Betrayed by our allies, betrayed most likely by our queen, betrayed by our misunderstandings... the whole thing is too tragic to bear. I go to see my ancestors; may they have mercy on my failures as a leader.
Truly a heartbreaking tale. Did you find out what became of the legions who marched?
Also, is dwarven diplomacy a lot more in-depth these days, or was that just artistic license? Having a well full of blood and a replacement vampire I released the human diplomat. Nine days later they arrived following the human caravan with a new name, new clothes, and new guards. They were still haggard from stress and carrying their artifact sword (which I completely forgot about when I let her go) but her injuries were gone without a trace. She marched straight into my dormitory and drained three dwarves. That's gratitude for you. After that she met with the mayor and went right back into my tavern. They're overwhelmed by horror from their feeding frenzy but evidently my actions are not worthy of war. More success.
This bit made me laugh out loud.
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