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Roll back to before Taupe's disastrous turn

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Let it die

[Splint]

I'm going to take a turn at drawing Jeff now. You people have delayed an update for art, i hope you're proud of yourselves.

[Monitor Lisard]

Yay! I'd love to see more MS Stone (or even EngraveShop) engravings on the deck. Community-made illustrations are always nice.

[Mr Frog]

I leave you guys unattended for one night and what have I walked in on

Spoiler: Spoiler'd for excessive sex appeal (click to show/hide)

Such a stud

try to remain calm, ladies

[Ribbonfree]

Ribbons journal

Oy Jeff is  a fuckn hunk imma get into dem pants :3 :3

[Splint]

4-1-202



It figures our first striking of divine inspiration is a useless one. Took all our bones and set to work.

4-3-202

Out of bones now thanks to that idiot and their pointless project. Laid out a space for a hospital above the cavern lake, and the elves have been traded with. Dumped the kobolds' clothes, a bow, and some arrows on them plus a few mugs. Strange thing about that, the elves seemed to be dreading box after box of mugs showing up when we brought some out.

Whatshisname asked why, and they held up an amazingly well crafted granite mug from some place called Spearbreakers. Frankly, whoever made that made Mr Frog's mugs look like a lumpy potato with a handle on it.

There's also a more or less finished graveyard. We gave Rakust a courtesy casket to go with her headstone, which she says she appreciates, but would much more appreciate the actual headstone. We've also buried Iton.



4-5-202



12000 coppers worth of junk. I'm sure the Monarch will love it if he decides to visit.

4-9-202



Rakust is gone for good. Thank Vuvmom for that. It seems that Mr Frog has calmed down considerably as a result. Still has that tic with hematite, but at least he's not as jumpy as he was over the better part of the last year. Hope it lasts.

5-5-202

Migrants have arrived. Began the usual screening process. Won't bother recording them this time. Nothing of note happened the last few weeks otherwise.

Population stands at 51, a large chunk of them being combat veterans. If I'm not mistaken, a mayoral election is due probably next season. I'll layout the plans, and hope to the gods we have time to set up before we have an irate elected official on our hands.

5-18-202



Pisskop gave birth to a boy today. Frankly, she seemed as surprised as the rest of us because she was still able to wear her armor properly! And as a bonus, Kib and Ber's son Vabok is old enough to start working.

5-21-202



Lizzy gave birth to a Boy today, and it seems to have her and Wolf happy as can be. Good for them.

6-14-202

A human caravan's arrived, and we got a visit from a banshee. Mikethete's killed the witch handily, and caught a second on her way back in! Ran the first one's head through, and smashed the second's head with her shield.



6-25-202



Whatshisname got jumped by a mutant today. Guess the last cloud caught the poor mishshappen thing. Took it out myself, because I wanted to make use of my training. I also got lucky and ran into a pair of goblins! One right near the mutant I'd just killed, and the other next to the new entrance I'd ordered dug out! At least now I feel like I slightly earned my title as Spearmaster.



I felt a little bad forone of them. After I took the goblin's legs out I just kept stomping on its head until it had more in common with the hillside than a head.

6-28-202

Laid out the plans for the more easily accessed Depot. Floored over the dirt with lead and copper, and decided to use silver for the depot itself as a minor show of wealth. A gate to seal it when needed is going to be installed in the barracks. I've lso decided to Activate the Glowing Roads and Rounded Papers at the end of next month.


Population: 53

This one's pretty short guys. Not much of note happened aside from some minor construction projects and confirmation the banshees and goblins know we're here now. Mikethete and Splint gained a few kills, and Splint has claimed the first title of weapon master in the fortress thanks to the second goblin that had the misfortune of sharing space with him. And hopefully we'll get attacked in earnest by one of the  when the humans leave, because I was quite generous with the gold and aluminum goblets.

Yes, I made metal goblets our chief export for the humans.

We now have a hospital with a well, though we need supplies to fill it with, living space is coming together nicely, and all digging projects are mostly complete. Probably going to task the miners with ripping out as much gold and lead as they can find in the current mine shafts. I am also still working at the Jeff drawing. For some reason, I'm picturing him just staring at plump helmets. We also got a toad bone sceptre.

Would had this up sooner, but I fell asleep early, enjoy guys.

[Ribbonfree]

[A good portion of this entry has been obscured by a dried ale stain]

... and I forgot to give my private thanks for Rakust's soul at last finding it's peace, and the subsequent ironing out of some old seated tensions that followed. It's been a busy few months, trying to keep the drink stores busy for the migrants that continue to be attracted by the news of our productivity! Splint has definitely optimized the function and industry of the fortress to degrees poor Frog struggled with, we've turned out metalworks the likes of which they possibly don't even have back in the Mountainhome! Okay, that's wishful thinking, but this fortress is increasingly feeling like a true home as opposed to our formally dug graves. We've even had children within the last season! Both Pisskop and Lizzie, and I'm ecstatic for both of them. I doubt I'll find the time or man to settle down with for a while myself, so it does my heart much good to see little ones of any sort wandering the halls of our suddenly not so little hole in the mountain.

When the human caravan arrived the military escorts we sent out stumbled onto isolated pockets of lurking nastiness, and dispatched them in short order! The mutants we so feared last year are suddenly no longer as terrifying, with the powerful arms and soldiers Splint has forged for us from with his crafty leadership. Rumor has it he crushed one goblin so thoroughly we could have used the bones in Jeff's farms as fertilizer. Morbid as the thought may be, but I suppose I am not the girl I was at even the turn of this year. I don't even blink when I raise the butcher's knife nowadays. I am still me however... I think. Nevertheless, it is as my father would tell me, there are some things that irrevocably change when you witness your first split drop of blood dashed across rock.

Perhaps we can now control the surface in earnest. With this option granted to us we can start preparing defenses for the true threat... They have yet to show their hideous maws, but should the day come... I pray we'll be a tougher nut to crack than so many fortresses before us have been. The mountain ranges of the south remain quiet, broken halls once roaring with the industry of our Dwarven progenitors still a warning for all who would grow complacent in our time. We must continue to grow, to become a hall worthy of being... whatever it was we were intended to be by His Gaudiness. We-

Blast.

That will teach me to write this journal while I'm drinking.

Ribbon, 25th of Galena

[TheBiggerFish]

((MUGS.  ALL THE MUGS.  ))
((So, I thought this WASN'T in Everoc/Spearbreakers, or are elves just naturally hopping through universes or something?))

[ImagoDeo]

Journal of ImagoDeo, Sergeant of The Cobalt Planks

3rd Hematite, 202

A lot has happened in the last few months. I've been quite busy putting spears through training dummies and haven't had much time to put pen and ink to paper.

A few days ago one of the spinners went nuts and commandeered a workshop. Splint didn't seem inclined to stop him, but grumbled at the interruption nonetheless. A bunch of bones and other things piled up in short order and the dwarf set to work. I have no idea what's going on, really, but I suppose I will whenever it's finished.

Being assigned as sergeant of a squad makes me think hard about leadership and responsibility. For the last three and a half years since the assault on The Earthen Swamps, I've been trying to come to terms with the deaths of the dwarves in my battalion. I never told Pisskop, but I was the only one who survived. Commander Shorast ordered us out of the forward trench to charge the goblin defenses. Their archers and crossbowlins shredded us. I took three bolts to the chest - thank Armok for solid steel! - and just barely made it to their forward defensive line. None of their melee soldiers could put up much of a fight; if not for Shorast's stupidity, a thousand whirlwinds of dwarven steel could have circled the cliff on the south side and dug through to the inside of the fort. Instead we charged into a hail of bolts and arrows with no covering fire from the battalion of crossbowdwarves we had brought.

It was insane. Rumors went around after the disaster that Shorast had claustrophobia from a cave-in accident in his youth, and that's why he refused to tunnel through to the inner fort. It didn't matter to me. All I knew was that I wanted out of the army. I didn't speak more than ten words to Pisskop in the months after the battle. I'm sure she heard stories, but not even the crossbowdwarves wanted to say much. Shorast committed suicide a year later and after that no one wanted to remember it at all. It went down in the histories as a victory, since we did wind up conquering the fort. I came home a hero. The king issued me a medal of honor. I laid aside my spear and took up sewing.

And then word comes down from on high that some fort in the middle of nowhere needs craftsdwarves to increase productivity. I'm beginning to think my military record had more to do with my assignment here. We packed up everything to come to this hole and now I find myself taking up the spear again at Splint's behest. Pisskop's pregnancy is probably the main reason I gave in to him. My firstborn will not die to some mutant or spawn - not if I have anything to say about it.

I hope Splint is more levelheaded than Shorast. With my family at stake, not even Armok could save him from me if he ruins our chances of survival somehow.


18th Malachite, 202

Today my firstborn son was born. Being a father feels strange, as though everything and nothing has changed all at once...


26th Galena, 202

The last week or so has seen some more serious fighting. First a couple of banshees were taken out by one of our militia, Mikethete, and then Splint slew a mutant cassowary and several goblins that were lurking around the entrance to the fort. I don't believe much more time will pass before we see a major invasion of some sort. I hope I'm ready.

[Mr Frog]

Excellent work with the updates, Splint!

((MUGS.  ALL THE MUGS.  ))
((So, I thought this WASN'T in Everoc/Spearbreakers, or are elves just naturally hopping through universes or something?))

Meh. If Splint wants to throw in a reference or incorporate this into the series after the fact I don't really care. The insertion was a bit ham-fisted but I can roll with it. Although...

are elves just naturally hopping through universes

I swear to Hades if even a lick of the whole dimension-hopping sci-fi fuckery gets in here I will shank a bitch. For Serious. Even if Splint wants to incorporate it to his canon, this fort is intended to be read as a stand-alone and should be written as such, with as few overt references to SB as possible. Anything that requires one to actually read that behemoth to understand is right out.

E: Did the banshees get a chance to scream? They admittedly might not have been on the map long enough. To be honest, I've never tried doing anything like their scream interaction with a hostile race, so I'm a bit nervous that it might not work (although it works fine in arena mode).

[Splint]

I couldn't help myself on the reference, since all of what I had to trade with the elves at the time was just some mugs Mr Frog had made, not counting the kobolds' clothing.

As to the Banshee scream, it was probably just blind luck. They most likely hadn't been on the map long enough to fire one off.

[Monitor Lisard]

When I was about 10, my sis brought me to the main square, to see dragons captured by his Gaudiness' troops. So, it was a nice warm day, we were sitting on a stone bench, licking dwarven sirup lollypops... A company of armor-clad dwarves suddenly appeared in the street. They marshed past us, pikes on their shoulders, warbanner fluttering high above them. "Where are they going?" I asked Iton. "They are going to fight and die for our master."she responded depressedly. I wasn't really surprised by the answer, only the next day I learned that my older sister had joined the ranks. From that time, my future occupation was decided. I spent months stabbing hay sacks and goose stepping around the house. I dreamed of fighting alongside my sister, protecting her from evil with my shield... I sang "When Urist comes marching home" alongside her, as she gathered her modest belongings and went to war... I dreaded the thought I might never see her again.

I've seen her. And now, she's dead.

Wo- This man, he tried to comfort me. I- I think I need to forgive him. Heck, my childish injury... It's all in the past now. Wolf, I am sorry!

T-they come to us, they recruit our best, they make them fight unneeded wars, they waste them, leave them behind enemy lines- Oh, Armok help us. I'm such a dummy.

The next few pages are mostly covered with grotesque ink portraits of the Clobbermountain residents. The next entry is obviously written with a steadier hand.

Banshees again. Hoped I'd never hear their disgusting howls again. Bitch please, spoke too soon. At least, they managed to deal with them without my help. I swear, if any of those spooky ladies- Armok, they must have checked my file before sending me here!

[Mr Frog]

I couldn't help myself on the reference, since all of what I had to trade with the elves at the time was just some mugs Mr Frog had made, not counting the kobolds' clothing.

As to the Banshee scream, it was probably just blind luck. They most likely hadn't been on the map long enough to fire one off.

Yeah, they need at least 7 days to prepare (mostly so that you actually have time to get rid of them before they start putting down your workers). I am 99.95% sure that they'll do the interactions correctly, because they did them in literally every other context I could quickly test, but there's always a chance that there's some random quirk in the invader AI that'll fuck it up.

...I really should have done more testing for this, lol. Fortress Mode testing is sooooooooooo teeeeeeedious, though :V

Also, quick warning: I set the banshee's agility fairly-high (for some stupid reason, can't remember why) so any bow-wielders may be disproportionately-dangerous due to a higher rate of fire and their pitiful strength not really mattering.


@Lisard:

...Wow. My feels.

[Splint]

It really is painfully tedious, Fort testing.  I've learned this with my mod.

Speaking of which, not to commandeer things, but I'm considering doing a backwards patch for 34.11 of it. Would any here have interest in that?

[Mr Frog]

It really is painfully tedious, Fort testing.  I've learned this with my mod.

Speaking of which, not to commandeer things, but I'm considering doing a backwards patch for 34.11 of it. Would any here have interest in that?

I honestly have little interest in DF beyond 34.11 (even without sieges being broken, the damn trees and other shit eating up FPS in 40.24 is just too annoying for me to deal with) so I think this might be an okay...ish idea. There's probably at least a few people like me. Perhaps not enough to justify converting an entire mod.

[Monitor Lisard]

@Lisard:

...Wow. My feels.

I'm notoriously bad at first-person/any writing. My fiction really lacks organisation, style and such, not to mention all those potential grammar/spelling mistakes. Should I rather stick to the Phalangist's notes? They seem to look slightly better than Lizzie's writeup (because of their pompous lingo, I guess). I kinda like both storylines, though.