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[Daniel the Finlander]

Spoiler: Summer of the year 130 (click to show/hide)

The booming sound of goblin horns echoed on the surface. A vile force of darkness arrived from the south. The Sin of Weaknesses is determined to destroy us.

Let them try. I am not afraid.



Fifty-one invaders. Poorly equipped and trained. They should be easily-



Oh.

A loud roar could be heard even beneath the surface. It came from the leader of the host, a fearsome black troll known as Rethal Aneddal. He wielded a sword like it was a dagger.



He led his warband across the brook and towards the fortress. Our soldiers were rallied. I realized we had no crossbowdwarves, so I ordered the rangers to grab crossbows. They were reluctant before I persuaded them to obey.



The new group called themselves "The Tips of Bolting". A fitting name. I think I will make them permanent, meaning that I must order an archery range to be built.



The trolls entered the ducal hall and started to destroy the furniture. I think that the hall will be beyond repair soon.



A poor dwarf didn't get inside in time before the bridge was raised. She is married to one of our swordsdwarves. He demanded the bridge to be lowered, even if the enemy might then get inside the fortress.

I knew his pain and fear, so I complied. The soldier thanked me a dozen times before he left the fortress.

His wife ran inside, a baby in her clutch.



He was the first one to attack the goblins.



The Ducal Guard fought fiercely in the rain and slew many. Arrows bounced off their metal armour and got stuck in their shields. Without a word they swung their weapons and felled many opponents with ease.



The Captain of the Guard fell into the treacherous pond that had claimed the life of another skillful soldier before. That puddle has slain more dwarves than most goblins. It must be drained, so we can recover the masterwork gear of war as well as the bodies of the fallen.



Some trolls routed after witnessing the cold slaughter of their foul masters. Let them run.



It's not like they can get away.



The battle ended in the ducal hall like the previous one had. The black troll was the last one standing and fell like the others had.



After the battle, Zon the Champion was granted a title.



Cog the Axedwarf named his bloodied axe "Adsat", Sunnystroked. I found this strange, for why would anyone name their weapon? But then again, the man has lost four children. Maybe this axe is like a baby to him.

I still find it strange.



The duchess asked me if she could move to live in the Monument. Asked me, because both of us know who is the one in power here. I said that it would be fine and that living quarters would be arranged within our greatest achievement. I must say, it is a fitting dwelling place for a duchess.



Daeron talked to me and seemed to be less depressed. He asked me when I was going to let her little sister go. I said that there are still a few things I'll need him to do for me. Then, I'd let his last relative alive in this fortress go.

If he disobeys me, the gods will receive a gift.



The cook finally received her official beating. I did my best to hide my smile as they carried her cold corpse inside.



The Empress of the Empires of Joking arrived. She was escorted by two bodyguards. Soon afterwards a caravan arrived. I welcomed the humans with open arms.

The duchess told me that the Empress had asked her to attack the elven traders next time they come here. The human ruler wanted the dwarves to join them in their war against the pointy-eared tree-huggers. I nodded. It will be done.

Once again, the traders didn't have anything we particularly desired.



There were rumours that a new Overseer would replace me this year.

I have proven them false. Daeron's "persuasion" is most useful to me.



More migrants arrived. 8 adults and 3 children.



One of them claimed to be a great hunter, a slayer of many beasts. I am not certain if her claims are true, but she was quite persuasive. She can join the military and teach the recruits a few tricks.



I've been seeing strange dreams recently. Dreams of myself looking into a mirror, but instead of my reflection I saw Workclench that wasn't devastated, where everydwarf was happy, where I still had my wife, where we even had children...

Maybe I shouldn't sleep so deep underground, close to the maddening Underworld.

I could really use a drink.

While I drank, I met the hammerer. I asked if she had been having similar dreams in that bedroom. She told me about visions she had had, of a parallel world where some things are the same while others different.

Interesting.



The cheese maker isn't very fond of her job, but she's doing it. If she complains about it again, Daeron will teach her a lesson.



The soldiers complained that a ghost had tried to spar with them. "It is terrifying," they said. I ordered a memorial to be engraved and soon the spirit was put to rest.



A yet another child created a yet another artifact. It is absolutely gorgeous.

I should create a vault for all the treasures of Workclench.



It has been done.



An archery range was built, and the marksdwarves started honing their skills.



More misbehaviour. They never learn, do they?



Much better.

The gate of the hut on the surface was destroyed by Kogan the speardwarf. He has misbehaved before. Now he must be punished with extreme prejudice.



Excellent. The Champion delivered a fitting punishment with his iron fists.



A miner joked that the fatter the leader, the more tyrannical he is.

Daeron made her regret making that joke...

...

Hold on.

Wasn't that bonecrafter...



Oh.

...

Am I going too far?

Have I already gone too far?


...





What? The blacksmiths didn't make those axes I mandated them to create?

In Armok's name, these lazy, feisty fools deserve all this suffering! And more! I've had enough!



Every child under the age of ten will be sacrificed!

That should teach them to respect me!

"The fatter the leader"... I will not tolerate such disrespectful behaviour!



Burn! If I can't have children, then no one can!



...

What have I done?

[Tournesol]

Spoiler: Fortress 2 comment (click to show/hide)

Daniel, if it's not too late, would you see if there is a child coming of age just before my turn (which is scheduled for year 134) begins and spare it?

[De]

Fortress 2 comment

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Who was the bone crafter? And I guess you'll be pairing down shared inhabitants further. What's the vanilla name of the tyrant btw? It's hard to keep track of this stuff.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Spoiler: TF2 (click to show/hide)

@Tournesol: Sure, there's still a few children under the age of ten running around. And I'm not planning to kill all the younger kids, I'll spare the artifact creators and Daeron's sister. I'll check if one of the rascals is eight years old.

@De: The bone crafter was Zan the swordsdwarf's wife. I haven't changed the name of the tyrant, my 'avatar' is Daeron. His real name is Alath Tosidfikod, and he arrived at the fortress in the year 127. I haven't named any other dwarves besides Misty.

[Rautherdir]

Spoiler: Fortress 2 (click to show/hide)

So, multiple waves of goblin/troll soldiers incoming and a discussed war with elves as well, combined with general civilian unhappiness, dealing with the effects of prior flooding, nobles giving mandates, and large children to adult ratio. It could get worse. It could get a lot worse, and as long as that is true this fort still has a chance. The big question is how much adamantine have we mined?!? I have dealt with a bit, but I have generally stayed away from that. On another note, is training with adamantine arrows allowed?

[De]

Spoiler: Fortress 2 (click to show/hide)

So, multiple waves of goblin/troll soldiers incoming and a discussed war with elves as well, combined with general civilian unhappiness, dealing with the effects of prior flooding, nobles giving mandates, and large children to adult ratio. It could get worse. It could get a lot worse, and as long as that is true this fort still has a chance. The big question is how much adamantine have we mined?!? I have dealt with a bit, but I have generally stayed away from that. On another note, is training with adamantine arrows allowed?

I'll unspoiler this comment just because reading the thread about trying to exploit archery training to create infinite adamantine doesn't sound like it's actually a very efficient use of resources regardless of the fortress you're in.

[origamiscienceguy]

Spoiler: Fortress 2 (click to show/hide)

So, multiple waves of goblin/troll soldiers incoming and a discussed war with elves as well, combined with general civilian unhappiness, dealing with the effects of prior flooding, nobles giving mandates, and large children to adult ratio. It could get worse. It could get a lot worse, and as long as that is true this fort still has a chance. The big question is how much adamantine have we mined?!? I have dealt with a bit, but I have generally stayed away from that. On another note, is training with adamantine arrows allowed?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Try to stay within the spirit of the game. I can't make specific rules about every exploit, so if you think it is not within the spirit of the game, then don't do it. My personal opinion about adamantine farming is that it is an exploit.

[Rautherdir]

Yeah, you're probably right. I'll edit that question out of the spoiler.

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Try to stay within the spirit of the game. I can't make specific rules about every exploit, so if you think it is not within the spirit of the game, then don't do it. My personal opinion about adamantine farming is that it is an exploit.

Or maybe not.

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Adamantine is supposed to be a limited resource that is even then risky to collect... Well, that answers my question.

[Tournesol]

There's also the competition between the two forts to consider (and that is why I concur with De that this discussion be visible to all). Creating adamantite by using the archery exploit differs little from just creating it in DFHack, both would make the comparison of created wealth an absurdity.

I was wondering anyway if the small-ish DFHack tricks I normally use, such as clean and fix-ster would be OK and though I see no way to check if the other side uses them, there ought to be an agreement on what is acceptable.

Not that I truly believe such a thing as a gentledwarf to exist.

[Dozebôm Lolumzalìs]

Could I have a turn? Whichever one comes up first.

[origamiscienceguy]

Could I have a turn? Whichever one comes up first.

Fortress 1.

About exploits: If you think that it goes against the spirit of the game, don't do it. While a few thinks I will outright ban: free adamantine/steel, using dfhack to create or change items. editing the raws.

For things like atom-smashing, dwarven radar, dfhack clean, use your own discretion. 

[Daniel the Finlander]

This week will be quite busy for me, so the updates will be delayed a bit.

I'll try to squeeze out the Autumn report tomorrow.

[origamiscienceguy]

That's fine, I've kind of given up trying to keep the forts synchronized. Do you think that you will be finished before the weekend is done?

Same question to Deus Asmoth.

[Daniel the Finlander]

Yes. Probably.

[Daniel the Finlander]

A finn is never late nor is he early, he arrives precisely when his hangover ends

Spoiler: Autumn of the year 130 (click to show/hide)

If any of the citizens of Workclench respected me before, now they certainly don't.

I am no longer known as the Tyrant. They call me "Monster" now.

Fitting, I suppose.

I avoid dwarves. I'm afraid of bumping into Zan the swordsdwarf. I sentenced his wife to die.



The only reason why I'm still in power is because most dwarves respect the law. The law states that an elected mayor must stay in power until the next election or until they resign.

The last election happened recently and I have no plans of resigning yet, for I have some things to do.



The dwarves respect the law more than they do me. The duchess sentenced Daeron to pay for his crimes by popular request. She apologized for causing harm to my friend.

I have no friends, I wanted to say, but I nodded instead.



He received a savage beating.

At least his sister was unable to witness it.



Speaking of sacrificed children, every child that wasn't sacrificed is now referred to as 'spared'.



Screams could be heard on the surface. Apparently a flock of kea birds had broken into the Outcast's house and stolen various things.

That damned being deserves such suffering. She ruined this fortress. I had to repair the damage and commit atrocities in the process. It's all her fault.

That's what I believe, at least. I... I am innocent. I must be. It's all her fault.

...



Poor Daeron.



The outpost liason arrived from the Mountainhome. She told that there would be no caravan this year because of raids. The humans had said that the elves were responsible for the attacks, but she feared that it had actually been bandits hired by the Empires of Joking. The humans might want to goad us to war.

Fine by me. The elves must die.

(In reality the whole fucking convoy scuttled their wagons and left because of this stupid bug: http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/mantisbt/view.php?id=7185)



The king is dead! Long live the king!

The liason seemed quite happy when she told that she had recently become a mayor. I almost told her how hellish this job is, but I've crushed enough dreams in the past year.



We signed a trade agreement. Booze for us, cheese and quivers for them. The new king must be fond of cheese. That cheese maker should've moved to the Mountainhome instead of coming here.

The liason left afterwards.



One of our smelters had an accident while dismantling the wooden platform behind the Monument. I still don't understand why it was built. Shame that it caused somedwarf to suffer. Maybe that was its purpose. To cause suffering.



Speaking of suffering, a troll got inside the fortress, but was brought low by a child.

I now regret killing so many of them even more. They could've fought against trolls.



The dwarves are celebrating. They are eating fine meals instead of easy meals. They are drinking more booze than ever. They are holding more parties than a pink horse.

Let them celebrate. I am tired of being a tyrant. A monster.



But I still want to be happy.

I want to see my wife.

And I can only find her in the magical mirror dimension.

...

I think I know how to get there.



As I ate fish salad, I pondered. The mirror world must be beyond the Underworld. What else would be there? It would make sense. I bet the world is upside down on the other side.

And there lives my wife, in an utopia named Workclench...

I don't care if I meet my mirror self. My heart has grown cold and I can easily kill and replace him.

What worries me are the daemons guarding the pass. But with determination and faith in our gods, we will be able to overcome them.

We need to start preparing.



More migrants arrived. 7 adults and 4 children.



Legon must've been their guide. It is dangerous to travel these days because of the threat of war.



I conducted a meeting with the outcast. It was difficult to persuade her to come inside the fortress. I miss Daeron. The outcast told me everything I wanted her to tell me.

I still despise her.



Next I met the duchess herself. When I told her of the mirror dimension and my plans, she looked at me like she would look at a bearded elf. She didn't deny the existence of a mirror fortress, but said that she would not support my endeavours under any circumstances and that she highly disapproved of my "crazy and nutty" plans.

Fool. She no longer trusts me. If only Daeron was here to persuade her.



A gem cutter sectretly made a perfectly cut gem. It is a truly beautiful sight. Simply looking at it fills my soul with peace.

Or it would've, if my soul wasn't so dark.

But it won't be dark for long.



Leaves have fallen from the trees. Wind is howling. It is cold.

Winter is upon us.

It is time to begin the expedition...

(Don't worry I was just joking, I despise alcohol)