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[PyroTechno]

You can take the second turn, if you like.

That's fine.

Grabbed the save, getting started now.

[PyroTechno]

Rampartclasped, Spring of year 201

1st Granite

The fortress has now been passed to its second overseer. Upon loading the save, I notice large quantities of material sitting exposed on the surface for no discernible reason.

Cut logs sit next to iron anvils and <pig tail fiber cloth>. Step one should be moving all of this inside into some kind of ridiculous stockpile area.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The current stockpile isn't nearly ridiculous enough.

2nd Granite

Three kobold thieves approach the fort. With no dwarf available for a military, I decide to just let them take whatever they want. It doesn't matter that much.

14th Granite

This texture pack, whatever it is, looks weird. Especially to a player who never uses anything besides Phoebus.

20th Granite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

In Rampartclasped, whatever cannot be worked shall be destroyed.

There's a hill here.

Don't worry, we can fix that.

2nd Slate

To reduce lag, I have introduced the Absolute Animal Caging policy. All animals will be stuffed in a single cage and stuck in a corner somewhere.

It's brilliant!

17th Slate

Some migrants arrive.

25th Slate

A fish cleaner is taken by a fey mood. They claim a Craftsdwarf's Workshop.

25th Felsite

Rampartclasped now possesses a new artifact.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Truly it is the most useful artifact ever seen in any dwarven fortress. It shall be celebrated for thousands of years as the ultimate pinnacle of craftsdwarfship, before it is finally surpassed in the year 4557 by a human-made *orthoclase scepter*.

28th Felsite

The incomplete and decidedly unridiculous stockpiles have been supplemented by the invention of the "wooden bin". This is now the height of dwarven storage technology - not counting the quantum stockpile, of course.

[Chevaleresse]

You know that the stockpile is a quantum one already, right? Self-managing minecart-based, to be precise.


Oh yeah, and the piles of crap are from caravans being terrified by capybara man corpses, afaik.

[escondida]

Nice, nice! Just a note from previous succession games...since you're using a graphics set, don't forget to revert to text when you upload the save.

[Chevaleresse]

Also gonna point out that those bins are gonna bite us in the ass later.


EDIT: And that I don't use a texture pack.

[PyroTechno]

Rampartclasped, summer - winter of year 201

3rd Hematite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Hello again. Yes, please, help yourself. What happened to your friends? Ah, no matter, no matter. We have a large selection of fine items here...

5th Hematite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Oh, you did bring friends. Five of them. Armed with crossbows.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

So... what? Are you guys a hunting party? Well, we apparently have some falcons. Enjoy your hunt.

What do you mean, "surrender to your new goblin overlords?" You know, you don't seem very nice. I'm afraid I'm going to have to close the gate in your faces.

Assuming, that is, that there is actually a lever around here somewhere.

...

Yeah, I don't see one anywhere.

Time to do some emergency construction.

6th Hematite

A couple walls have been put up very quickly indeed. The goblins are now (ideally) blocked off from most of the fortress, along with some haulers going to collect some of the surface wood.

Their sacrifice shall not be in vain. They will be remembered. Probably.

7th Hematite

The goblins are reinforced by another crossbowgoblin. They continue their slaughter of anything that moves on the surface.

8th Hematite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The stockpiles have been successfully expanded. Haulers continue to fill them with random trash from around the fortress.

12th Hematite

The cancellation spam is impressive. Urist McHauler cancels Haul: job item inaccessible. Over and over and over.

20th Hematite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Wow. Well, that explains why there has been zero progress on the Memorial Hall.

23rd Hematite

It's probably more important to build some new farms somewhere. When the backlog of hauling work is finished, work will start on that.

5th Malachite

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ladies and gentledwarfs, we have a new farm.

*celebration*

17th Malachite

The dwarves that somehow survive on the surface despite the goblin ambush squad have now engaged into experiments to find out what new and interesting cancellation spam they can make.

22nd Malachite

Some migrants arrive on the surface. They will no doubt be eaten by goblins soon.

What do you mean, "there are no goblins"? I saw them on the -

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

- unit list.

What the hell?

(Did they turn into birds?)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

What do you think you're doing? They're still out there!

That's insubordination, dammit!

1st Galena

I have been informed by several people that I am no longer allowed to make important command decisions. My actions are percieved to have almost starved the fortress for no reason - despite the fact that the goblin hunting party is still out there and has acquired a taste for dwarven flesh.

But what do I know, right?

In other news, someone took over the Magma Forge and started making crude drawings of metal bars and some kind of cloth.

We have both but they just shake their head and keep drawing.

I am concerned.

15th Galena

I must address this insubordination.

Construction begins on Project HOUL.

10th Limestone

The Hall Of Unlabeled Levers has finished construction.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Don't worry, I didn't also make multiple death traps as a part of Project HOUL.

Oh, by all means, don't take my word for it. I'm sure none of these levers are dangerous at all - you definitely won't drown the fortress in magma if you pull one. I do know that one connects to the entrance.

I'm not sure which one, though.

12th Limestone

A trade caravan arrives, and is promptly ignored.

Enjoy the walled-off trade depot, friends! Heh.

14th Limestone

The metalsmith with the unfulfilled mood went berserk today.

15th Limestone

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

A group of random dwarves successfully punched their insane former friend in the head to death.

He was almost immediately interred in the graveyard on the bedroom level.

21st Limestone

Project ROSS begins.

25th Timber

Another strange mood!

3rd Moonstone

We now possess an artifact stone earring.

10th Opal

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Project ROSS, the Room Of Silver Statues, has been completed. This statue garden is truly legendary, and should give many happy thoughts to the dwarves.

Not that the insubordinate bastards deserve it.

I will now start engraving random things to entertain myself.

16th Opal

A Stonecrafter gave birth to a girl.

19th Opal

A Thresher gave birth to a girl.

20th Obsidian

It occurs to me that I will have to turn over authority soon.

Good riddance.

23rd Obsidian

An Engraver gave birth to a girl.

1st Granite, 202

Well then.

Good luck.

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The save is here.

I have no idea about anything involving graphics sets beyond the setting in LNP that lets you choose one pre-world gen. I decided to err on the side of caution and leave it alone instead of messing something up and voiding the save or whatever it is that happens when you mess with important game files without knowing what you're doing.

[Chevaleresse]

why did you expand a quantum stockpile lol

[vishdafish]

Can i participate in the next free turn?

[Chevaleresse]

Sure. Added you to the turn list.

[escondida]

I have the save and shall fire it up this very evening.

[escondida]

Okay, I've begun in earnest now that my weekend's here. The day I took the save, I just couldn't get up the gumption to deal with the labor assignments--unskilled labors had been specialized (there was, like, a single cheesemaker, a single  shearer, a couple brewers and so forth), but *everybody* had tons of skilled labors--so it would've been ages before the fort saw anybody with any useful skills, and the fort would be overrun with low-quality goods if they didn't starve first (since unskilled planters were allowed to plant)  . Now that that's taken care of, everything's going swimmingly and I should, ideally, have the final report up tomorrow sometime.

[escondida]

By the way, if anybody wants a dwarf, let me know.

[tonnot98]

I would like to be dorfed as the jeweler.

[escondida]

Progress has been much slower than I’d hoped, but things are moving. I need to write up summer and then play autumn and winter; I should be able to pass on the save very soon.

Spoiler: Prologue (click to show/hide)

Prologue: New Year’s Eve, 251 AATBT

The fledgling fortress of Rampartclasped was normally a bustling place, filled with busy dwarves leading busy lives. Tonight, though, the halls were silent; neither laughter nor the strike of hammer on anvil could be heard, for most of the fortress was asleep after a truly legendary binge.

One dwarf, however, was awake, walking the halls with purpose in her step: Îton “escondidorf” Shetbêthled.

Quietly, she approached the fabled Office of the Overseer. It had taken most of a year of research, but finally, she'd discovered its location in an unused corner of the fortress. Silently, she pushed open the door.

She had expected to find the dwarf behind this past year’s misfortunes. She had expected to find someone to blame. What she found was an office that hadn't been touched in what seemed like years. Cobwebs adorned every nook and cranny, and a thin layer of dust blanketed the ground. She walked to the room's sole piece of furniture, an old, plum wood desk. On the desk, bound in some unknown leather, there sat a single object: a book labeled in old-fashioned, calligraphic lettering “Rampartclasped.” With bated breath, she opened the book.

Its pages were empty.

She sat down and steepled her fingers. By the light of a single tallow candle, she sat up all night, planning. This year, things would be different.

From the journal of Îton “escondidorf” Shetbêthled, Mechanic and Overseer (202 After a Time Before Time) of Rampartclasped

Spoiler: escondidorf (click to show/hide)

Îton ‘escondidorf’ Shetbêthled, “Îton ‘escondidorf’ Twinklerack”, Mechanic

“I've been rained on.  How annoying!”

She is annoyed when caught in the rain.

Within the last season, she felt pleasure near her own fine Bed. She felt pleasure near a fine Door. She felt pleasure near a fine Bridge. She was blissful after sleeping in a fantastic bedroom. She was blissful dining in a legendary dining room. She felt pleasure near a fine Door. She felt satisfied at work. She was disgusted after retching on a miasma. She didn't feel anythingafter seeing a donkey die. She felt adoration after giving birth to a girl. She was blissful after becoming a parent.

She is married to Stâkud Clasptrance and has one child: Endok Heathertome. She is the daughter of Mafol Vesselweights and Shorast Perplexink.

She is a citizen of The Sling of Shrines. She is a member of The Heavenly Wheels. She is a former member of The Arena of Heaven. She arrived at Dîshmabdodók on the 17th of Slate in the year 201.

She is seventy-nine years old, born on the 5th of Timber in the year 123.

Her rust eyes are bulging. She has a clear voice. Her ears are somewhat narrow. Her medium-length hair is braided. Her hair is charcoal. Her skin is cinnamon.

She is almost never sick and very agile.

Îton `escondidorf' Shetbêthled likes native aluminum, billon, pink jade, ironwood wood, clear glass, the color cardinal, shields and cranberry vines for their fruit. When possible, she prefers to consume seahorse, kangaroo cheese, sweet potato wine, hemp flour and squashes. She absolutely detests slugs.

She has a great feel for the surrounding space and a sum of patience, but she has a meager ability with social relationships, poor focus and poor analytical abilities.

Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing.

She personally finds introspection to be a waste of time and respects perseverance. She dreams of crafting a masterwork someday.

She disdains even the best advice of associates and family, relying strictly on her own counsel. She rarely feels discouraged. She tends to be swayed by the emotions of others. She is assertive. She has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. She is slow to anger. She tends to be a little wasteful when working on projects. She can handle stress. She occasionally overindulges. She prefers to present herself modestly. She tends to consider what others think of her. She is trusting. She often feels lustful. She needs alcohol to get through the working day.

A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

Spring

Today, I gathered together all the dwarves of the fortress together and explained to them that I was the new overseer. Surprisingly, everybody just took me at my word and stood, listening intently, while I gave them their new labor assignments. Most seemed relieved--after all, not everyone is cut out for skilled labor, and I did try to give people the work they wanted to do. Particularly happy was the marksdwarf Bëmbul “Taupe” Oslandalzat, who was finally allowed to hunt again after a year doing odd-jobs and trying, with limited success, to engrave the fortress walls.

Spoiler: Taupe (click to show/hide)

Bëmbul ‘Taupe’ Oslandalzat, “Bëmbul ‘Taupe’ Woundmatched”, Engraver Hunter

“Always tell the truth.”

Within the last season, he was horrified after seeing the capybara man die. He was frightened after being haunted by the dead. He was blissfuldining in a legendary dining room. He didn’t feel anythingafter seeing a billy goat die. He didn’t feel anything after seeing a ewe die. He didn’t feel anything after seeing the dog Constructtin die. He was horrified after seeing the capybara woman  die. He didn’t feel anything after seeing a donkey die. He didn’t feel anything after seeing the dog Diamondjudge die. He was horrified after seeing a capybara woman die. He was horrified after seeing a capybara man die. He was horrified after seeing a capybara woman die. He was horrified after seeing a capybara woman die. He was horrified after seeing the capybara man Voidwades die. He didn’t feel anything after seeing a elk bird die. He felt pleasure near a fine Table. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a completely sublime tastefully arranged Statue. He didn’t feel anything after seeing a dog die. He didn’t feel anything while in conflict. He felt pleasure near a fine Door. He felt pleasure near a fine Bridge. He felt pleasure near a fine Furnace.

He is married to Deduk Bronzecities and has one child: Ral Drillsling. He is the son of Såkzul Quicknesslance and Thob Ceilingthrows.

He is a citizen of The Sling of Shrines. He is a member of The Heavenly Wheels. He is a former member of The Vessel of Anguishing. He arrived at Dîshmabdodók on the 17th of Slate in the year 201.

He is one hundred five years old, born on the 11th of Opal in the year 97.

His very long sideburns are neatly combed. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His medium-length beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. His somewhat splayed out ears have nearly fused lobes. His nose is slightly hooked. His hair is ecru mixed with gray. His cinnamon skin is slightly wrinkled. His eyes are rust.

He is slow to heal.

Bëmbul ‘Taupe’ Oslandalzat likes rutile, nickel silver, chrysoberyl, black bronze tree black bronzewood wood, toad leather, cave dragon tooth, giant barn owl bone, cabochons and alpacas for their long necks. When possible, he prefers to consume wombat, radish wine and maize flour. He absolutely detests oysters.

He has a feel for music, an ability to read emotions fairly well, the ability to focus, a good spatial sense, a good kinesthetic sense and good creativity.

Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally respects the law, sees life as unfair and doesn’t mind it that way and finds the ideas of independence and freedom somewhat foolish. He dreams of creating a great work of art.

He is always tense and jittery. He is not the type to fall in love or even develop positive feelings. He is sometimes cruel. He is somewhat uncomfortable around those that appear unusual or live differently from himself. He does not easily hate or develop negative feelings. He likes to brawl. He has an active sense of humor. He tries to keep his things orderly. He often feels envious of others. He can handle stress. He is grateful when others help him out and tries to return favors. He scratches his nose when he’s thinking. He keeps his voice very quiet when he is nervous. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.

A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

Others, such as Libash ‘tonnot the 98th’ Thîkutrazot, the newly assigned jeweler, were less than happy. “I don't know anything about gem-setting or gem-cutting!” he wailed. I explained that, unfortunately, neither did anyone else, so he was as good a candidate as anybody to learn the trade.

Spoiler: tonnot the 98th (click to show/hide)

Libash ‘tonnot the 98th’ Thîkutrazot, “Libash ‘tonnot the 98th”Bookraptors", Engraver Jeweler

“Always tell the truth.”

Within the last season, he was grouchy when caught in the rain. He was interested near a fine Seat. He was interested near a fine Door. He was interested near his own fine Bed. He was interested near a very fine tastefully arranged Statue. He felt love talking with father. He was content after sleeping in a fantastic bedroom. He was content dining in a legendary dining room. He was interested near a fine Bridge. He was interested near a completely sublime tastefully arranged Statue. He was interested near a completely sublime tastefully arranged Statue. He was interested near a fine Door. He was interested near a wonderful tastefully arranged Statue. He was horrified after seeing a capybara woman die. He was interested near a fine Table. He felt tenderness talking with the spouse. He was interested near a fine Table. He was interested near a fine Seat. He was interested near a fine Table.

He is married to Zulban Markochre and has two children: Såzul Floorromance and Kib Mirroredscour. He is the son of Aban Glazevalley and Unib Chainpaint.

He is a citizen of The Sling of Shrines. He is a member of The Heavenly Wheels. He is a former member of The Books of Rapidity. He arrived at Dîhmabdodók on the 17th of Slate in the year 201.

He is thirty-seven years old, born on the 4th of Galena in the year 165.

His very long sideburns are braided. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is braided. His short hair is neatly combed. He has a very broad chin. His somewhat broad head is very short. His eyebrows are extremely short. His ears are slightly flattened. His hair is flax. His skin is cinnamon. His eyes are rust.

He is unquestionably weak.

Libash ‘tonnot the 98th’ Thîkutrazot likes sylvite, brass, clear diamond, mountain goat hoof, the color yellow-green, slabs and quinoa for their beer. When possible, he prefers to consume hake, asparagus, single-grain wheat beer and flax flour. He absolutely detests jumping spiders.

He has a natural ability with music and good creativity, but he has very little patience and a lousy intellect.

Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, values cooperation, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally treasures independence, thinks it is of the utmost importance to present a bold face and never grouse, complain or even show emotion, values eloquence and finds leisure time wasteful. He dreams of mastering a skill.

He is very curious, sometimes to his detriment. He is a perfectionist. He is incredibly brave in the face of looming danger, perhaps a bit foolhardy. He lives an orderly life, organized and neat. He is easily moved to mercy. He tends to be swayed by the emotions of others. He is often nervous. He tends not to reveal personal information. He tends to be a little wasteful when working on projects. He enjoys the company of others. He is quite ambitious. He generally acts with a narrow focus on the current activity. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.

A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

When I'd given an assignment to the last of the crowd of dwarves who had assembled in the dining hall to hear me out, I immediately made for the kitchen. Priority one as overseer: no more raw plump helmets for dinner.

Spoiler: So hungry… (click to show/hide)

Next up was getting rid of the massive, completely disorganized, catch-all stockpiles that took up a whole floor; this space can be better used for workshops!

Spoiler: Well, it’s a start (click to show/hide)

While I was dealing with the stockpiles, one of the fort’s few experienced farmers approached me to explain that, because of the bumbling of the citydwarves who, despite never having so much as seen a farm, had previously been assigned to planting duty, we were nearly out of seeds, and had none left for several vital crops.

Spoiler: Look, ma, no seeds! (click to show/hide)

Fortunately, very soon after that disturbing revelation, a miner ran up, shouting that she'd struck a deep cavern. With any luck, it will hold seeds for the plants we lack.

Spoiler: Cavernous indeed (click to show/hide)

The cavern holds several magma-filled pits.

Spoiler: Magma at last! It's a shame we didn't just embark on a volcano...oh, wait. (click to show/hide)

The depths of one of these were plumbed by a bold canine explorer, whom I have dubbed “Magma Laïka.” Just before he was incinerated at the bottom of the magma sea, he telepathically projected an amazing image into the mind of the local animal trainer: this site is home to raw adamantine! Praise the miners! Who’s a good puppy? It was him. Yes, it was.

Spoiler: We learned a lot, but it wasn't worth the sacrifice of the dog (click to show/hide)

‘Magma Laïka’

A medium-sized highly social mammalian carnivore.  It has a keen sense of smell.  It can be trained to obey commands.

He is enormous yet skinny.  His hair is mahogany.  His ears are chocolate.  His tail is golden yellow.  His head is beige.  His front paws are dark brown.  His rear paws are ochre.  His skin is copper.  His eyes are cinnamon.

At some point, the ghost of the late Mosus Sáreksibrek rose to haunt the fortress. The haunt hasn’t hurt anyone; mostly it just moves sadly from room to room, scaring superstitious workers.

Spoiler: Too spooky for me! (click to show/hide)

Mosus Sáreksibrek

A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.

A forlorn haunt, seeking out known locations or drifting around the place of death. This spirit has not been properly memorialized or buried.

Most of the rest of this spring has been uneventful; I’ve been trying to get the fortress organized, and have begun work on the Great Tower of Rampartclasped. This looming edifice will one day span from the lowest caverns up into the skies!

Late in the season, I received word from several panicked citizens who screamed that Kogan Kûbukosram had been badly wounded in furious battle with a fearsome werechinchilla. Fortunately, Kogan managed to slay the beast before it could cause too much harm. Even better, Kogan was not cursed to assume the shape of the werechinchilla.

Spoiler: An auspicious opening for the Tower (click to show/hide)

Unfortunately, Kogan will never again walk without crutches. Naturally, I immediately began work on a hospital and a rudimentary well.

Spoiler: Dwarven healthcare at its finest (click to show/hide)

The season ended well, at least. Fath Thobmozib created Nåzomîtat, a cassiterite mini-forge!

Spoiler: Nåzomîtat, “Dreamchilled” (click to show/hide)

Nåzomîtat, "Dreamchilled", a cassiterite mini-forge

This is a cassiterite mini-forge. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is encrusted with round cassiterite cabochons and decorated with elk bird leather. This object is adorned with hanging rings of cave spider silk and menaces with spikes of pecan wood. On the item is an  image of waves in pig tail fiber.

On the item is an  image of dwarves in native copper. The dwarves are  laboring. The artwork relates to the foundation of Spireinks by The Oceanic Door of The Sling of Shrines in 4.

[Chevaleresse]

...why did you smooth over my QSP