Sorry about inactivity, I had two crashes eat hours of work each. Linking into one of 100+ floodgates across z-levels 100 times and individually assigning rooms is a pain, and if I leave dwarves to it the carpenter probably will take room next to the forges >_>
I learned a trick, tho: If you want to preserve something, like masterwork native gold mechanisms, from linking, forbid them.
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Theaterhall? I don't know that name. In Fadedcrescent? You settled a new outpost? Hard to merge like that, though.
Lignite would be nice to have in The Faint Ring.
You know what? Let me tell you about The Faint Ring.
"Ahahahahaha. Finally!" laughs Onclibu. "Most valuable bridge, ever!"
The top 1 bridge controls 90% of fortress wealth
. . .
Back in spring.Iteb Inkedpaged walks around the fortress, glowing for he will become a father.
Overlooking the fortress, he notices that he - and his squad of marksmen - are the only defence the fortress has against ambush predators.
"This won't do! We're completely open to werebeasts! Lets try to atleast notice them!"
"After which, quick trap for them!"
Months later"....And with doors here, the bait is complete. "
"Know that no monster or beast shall threaten The Faint Ring, so long as the three thin crosses stand, so long as the three symbols of wealth circulate."
(For comparison, silver warhammer weights 4 Urists.)"Thank you for that, dear, but you're way past the point where you need to posture for me" smiles mayor Stinthad Granitemuscles. "But you have not secured the access points, though."
"What do you mean? The clear three-wide path for everyone is well walled off."
"I mean this accesspoint here:"
"Oops" blushes Iteb. "I forgot?"
"Now, go fix that. After which, it's time for you to spend time with your child."
"What about you? As a mayor, do you get time for her?"
"Hm. I'll take a brief vacation as well. Litast can hold the reins while I'm away."
. . .
"Of course you may take a break, Iteb! I trust you to finish your work. However, I'll stand in while you're away." says Commander Rovod.
"Thank you. Now, Imush, we're low on bolts - can you produce some more, for each of us?"
"It is done before you can blink your eyes!"
"...Hold on, are you counting those individually?"
"...Yes?"
"I trust that won't happen again."
Reassured, Rovod goes to see the baron.
"And Litast, I believe you got the special something for me from caravan?"
Litast Razorfondled jumps, and looks nerveous.
"Yes, of course I did! The poison's all ready to shoot!"
"Nice job! How about shooting poison bolts?"
"About that....
No success yet."
Dissapointed, Commander Rovod shakes her head, and goes to see Onciblu, downcast.
"Hey, is our shooting arena ready?" She asks, not quite managing to put a smile into it.
"Indeed, it is! Actually, it was trivial to include fight arena, so I included one too."
"The animals - well, currently the giant coati - are held and pitted from above, while a lever enables the arena mode, sealing dwarves in to fight."
"This is a pleasant surprise" says Rovod and hugs Onciblu. "I've been having dissapointments in being alone to defend the fortress, but this is great."
"Well, then you'll like this too. After the mood room was done, I consulted with Brassfaiths, and added setup for your squad to control fort access."
"Above, the north slate bridge controls the entrance gabbro bridge. Meanwhile, the rough cobaltite bridge controls the entrance cobaltite bridges." gestures Onciblu.
Sanctume-built entrance for reference.Putting a hand on Rovod's shoulder, she instructs: "Merely briefly entertain the thought of them not being in the way, and the fortress is sealed - or unsealed the other way."
"Below, the carts cycle, dictating whether this thing is on or off. "
"I don't know what to say. This is unexpected, if great boon." is Rovod left askance.
"Say 'I will put out further watchdogs so this system matters'." says Onclibu.
"I will!" says Rovod with a smile.
"Yeah, really will. Who left that laying around...Monom, was it you?" looks Rovod, fuming.
'If I was still a hunter...well, never mind.'
Malakor Shovedcrystals is alerted to new, curious situation.
"Hey, I think I've got something new. Guess who flew in?" shows off Mech Inkedthunders.
"Granted, most got killed by traps. Just this one was exceptionally fast specimen."
"Hmph. They're barely bigger than hamster. You will find no eating on those." harrumphs Malakor.
"Why would one fly in, though?" asks Inkedthunders.
"They hunt rats. Probably thought it saw one somewhere and looked in." comments Malakor.
"Hm, okay. I'll see if one of those marksdwarves wants to train it. Nearly half of them have animal handling experience."
....
"Yeah, I can take a bit of time to train it." says Iteb.
"Great. I'll set it up near other birds!"
"However, unless you take a child, it won't be much use."
"Eh, here's hoping." smiles Inkedthunders.
Meanwhile"So, Rith Tealkeys, can you please help me with this? I'd love a neat butchering setup, but I can't swing pick myself." pleads Malakor.
"Sounds practical. What do you have in mind? Anything exciting, I hope?" smiles Rith, looking straight at Malakor.
"It is ah? ...Wait, let me get my notes."
Rith holds back a laugh.
...
Pulling out the sheets taken from library, Malakor sketches.
"For butchering, a standard double-airlock system, with sealed corpse pile."
"Simple enough." nods Rith.
"There should also be a refuse pile for their remains - right below the butcher's shop would be great, thanks."
"Anything else?" asks Rith, smiling without teeth.
"Well, the skylight above it of course..."
"What else...Some will be unusable, so there should be burning and crushing dumpsters set up nearby to get rid of useless stuff."
"Hm, this is kind of complicated." comments Rith. "Can you show me in detail?"
Malakor takes out chisel and etches while speaking. "Yeah. Burner would work and fly across three levels - the one you saw above only really has the flight path, but below level has the garbage cart slipping through wall gaps."
"Below
that, there should be bridges to smash with."
"Consider it done" says Rith, and hugs Malakor. "See, you don't have to be always such a grump.
Monom Pagedduty looked concerned.
Sure, the hospital built was great...Expect it was kind of far away.
"Can we make another hospital closer to home?" she asks Astesh.
"Eh, again? Perhaps...Something smaller this time, however. You already know all the necessary people."
"I do...Actually, I think I'll see about better furnishings, this time! Hm, who's the best mason around here?"
"That would be -"
...
Nish Urnequaled looks at Monom, hopeful like a puppy in a cage.
'I will retire from my postion as guard soon.' She thinks.
'Yet there are no cages or chains at all. This is an opportunity.'
"Monom, I'm up for it. But with a small tweak and for a favour."
"Great! What do you have in mind? And, um. As long as it lets me treat people!"
"When someone gets injured inside the fortress, Monom, it may be from an accident, or a brawl, or punishment for said brawl. It is likely dwarven hands are at fault inside the heart of our home."
"Yeah, so hospital's necessary, I have this grand id-"
"Let me finish. " breathes Nish in. "As such, a jail is necessary. Lets make a hospital, Monom - but lets also make it function as a jail, with grand furnishings and complete with private food and drink."
"Mm...those rooms look criminally good." leans Monom over. "Wouldn't you punish me, my captain?"
"I won't. Nobody will be jailing you, Monom." smiles Nish fornlonly. "When I step from guarding to assault squad, I will leave a vacancy. When that time comes, I'll ask you to step in as my replacement. This is the favour I ask of you."
"..." Monom looks downcast.
"I'll do it. If I can't give mercy, nobody else could."
It is 13th Obsidian. Soon, the year will draw to a close. Will the dwarves finish furnishings? Will Morul ever stop praying?
Signs point to yes.
Nevertheless, it is clear that the next chapter may be the last.