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[exodius1]

Well, I have some time on my hands at the present and I want to play some DF, so I am setting this one up. It was supposed to have a minor mod in to enable a special rule but I screwed up the tags so we are playing more or less vanilla, apart from one rule. The Blooding, an event in dwarf life when he/she first enters adulthood they are required to take a random weapon and kill a random thing in one on one combat to prove they are worthy of living.

Originally I wanted to use daggers for that, but I used the wrong tag while trying to allow dwarves to craft those, oh well, shyte happens, I have devised another method of choosing the weapon for the poor bastards: the d6. So, they can get lucky, and have a steel battle axe against a bunny... or a wooden bow with no ammo against a cave dragon... I plan for the Blooding to happen year after a dwarf reaches adulthood, but adults with no kills to their names will have to go through it as well... in other words, I expect this to add some extra excitement and fun into this game.

I have rendered a large world with medium amount of civs, very short history and everything else cranked to the max apart from resources that were set to very sparse. Feel free to apply for a dwarf, all are welcome.

Spoiler: Dorf List (click to show/hide)

Profile screen at request
Founders:
Tulon Erithothlest
Male
Miner

Uvash Egastsibrek (Flameboy)
Female
Miner

Dumat Smithroars
Female
Carpenter

Tholtig Likotrabed
Male
Stoneworker

Erith Amaszas
Male
Farmer

Zan Gilddawn
Male
Cook

Thob Lokotkosak (Exodius1)
Male
Leader by virtue of base Literacy (Numeracy not confirmed)

Spoiler: World and site (click to show/hide)

Oh, and I am not using Dwarf Therapist for this one for now, want to see how long it takes before I break.

[exodius1]

Spoiler: Intro (click to show/hide)

It was Early Spring when seven dwarves stopped by the edge of the stream.



"Screw this, this far will do." Thob explained. "I declare this place Zesit'mesir!"


"First, we are literally on the other side of the mountain, this is hardly the 'the farthest any dwarf has ever ventured'." Uvash snarked. "Second, who made you a leader?."

"it is further than any of those bloody nobs would walk." Thob replied. "And I am the only one who can read or write here."

"Yeah, shame you are shit at making sure fortress guard is not listening when you are badmouthing the queen." Somebody mumbled.

"It is not my fault she does not have a sense of humour about herself. Besides, nothing wrong about being a 'milker' and having 'wrestling contests' with 6 other dwarves." Thob answered defensively.



As they surveyed their new home very few things jumped out at them. They were in the middle of the valley, cut in half by the stream and heavily forested. All in all not bad.



"Is that spider silk?" Erith asked.

"Welp, seems we gonna have nice clothing some time down the line." Thob chortled to himself.

"That is way too big to be made by normal spiders..." Uvash noted.

"Nah, it just nobody was disturbing them before, we will be fine." Thob discarded the concern.



"What's that noise?" Erith continued, shivering.

"Just some fish, nothing to worry about." Thob waved Erith's fears aside. "Now, we should probably start by getting some wood and start buidling shelter."



"I did not sign up for this!" Erith shrieked.

"None of us did." Thob proclaimed. "We all need to pitch in in this horrible situation brought down upon us by those nobs back home."

"But I do not even know who you guys are!"