Alrighty then, Community Fortress, eh?
*Deep breath*
A large, ornamented table decorated with iron spans the majority of a large, well-lit room. Sitting at the table are four creatures: a Dwarf, a Human, an Elf and a Kobold. Each adorned in their races most lavish and expensive clothes. The Dwarf, for example, is wearing a Giant Cave Spider silk robe over similarly made underclothes, and is wearing a platinum crown. These are in fact, the highest royalty of each race, entangled in their monthly meeting. The Elf and Kobold are having their own conversation, most likely about The Meaning of Life or some other such sort. The Human and Dwarf's conversation however, is the foundation for the story to come.
"Ach, are you insinuatin' that those "homes" of yours take any work at all?" Booms the Dwarf, as he takes a swig of his Plump Helmet Brew.
"Certainly more masculine than relying on your cushy, pre-built mountains for a roof." The Human King's reply has a hint of dislike in it.
"Pshaw, only a temporary installment untill the true, far grander halls can be built, for unlike YOUR kind, instead of living in the same old towns for centuries, we are constantly expanding, constantly building new, more diverse homes for our brethren."
At this remark, the Human King begins to show he is losing his temper, "Are YOU suggesting that we couldn't build a successful mountainhome, just as masterful if not better, if we were stupid enough to bother?"
The Dwarven King smiles a bit and reveals a piece of parchment from under his robe. Laying it out flat, it is revealed to be a map of the known world. He points to a spot in the Southwest.
"There, we were planning to build an outpost there, but due to the wars with the Goblins, supplies to spare have been too sparse, you would find it an ideal spot to test your mettle."
"Is that a challenge?"
"As a matter of fact it is, I would wage a hundred-thousand barrels of rum that your settlement will have crumbled in seven years! Should you accept, it is customary to only take seven, with limited amounts of starting supplies."
The Human King leans back in his chair, pondering the wager. After talking up such a storm, he'd be made a fool to deny the Dwarven Challenge. Standing up, he firmly grips the other king's hand, signifying the beginning of the greatest challenge in humanity's long history.
(TIME PASSES)
The events of the 1st of Granite, Year One:Seven humans, two women, five men, accompanied by a wagon of supplies and various animals walk along the Western edge of a brook, heading South. Without warning, the bovine pulling the cart let out a groan, and slip themselves out of their harnesses. Ori Gasomanoth, one of the two females begins to yell at the cows, kicking one of them.
" 'Ey, oi! Get back to pullin' ya lazy oafs!" As she raised her foot with the intent to punt the nearest animal into the brook, Kupe, the miner, twirling his pick in his hand clasps her on the shoulder.
"Now now, we're only about a hundred or so yards from the spot anyway, just take the wagon apart here and we can carry the stuff inside later."
"Arrogrant prick" Ori mutters under her breath, she had grown to hate Kupe during the long journey. "You can say that since you won't be carrying anything..."
Arriving ahead of everyone else to the designated site, Kupe raises his Copper Pick high into the air, shouting triumphantly.
"Now BEHOLD! Today is a glorious day for humanity! Today, the first swing of the pick, carving out what is to be known as Lacywaves is to be commenced! Gather 'round and see this glorious event take place!"
Turning around he basks in the glory of success for a moment, and swings the pick down on the rock.
Klink! ...nothing. Ori begins to laugh under her breath at the futility of his strike. Angry, Kupe turns around and points his pick menacingly at Ori,
"I don't see YOU doing anything to help!"
Masking her laughter for a few moments, she calmly replies, "I'm the mason, I can't do anything untill you manage to carve out a piece of rock, could take awhile too."
Looking for a place to vent, Kupe turns a bit more, and makes the same gesture at the man leaning against a nearby slab of rock.
"What about you? I don't see you helping."
Without looking up, the large, muscular man being spoken too, whose name is Ejel gives his reply, "I'm your guard, the fact none of you have died yet shows i'm doing my job just fine."
Feeling embarrassed, Kupe looked over at the others, who had already begun working on carpentry and a temporary outdoor farming plot. He faces the mountain again, taking a stance, he charges at the rock "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
At first nothing but a ringing sound, then a large chunk of rock crumbled into tiny manageable chunks at his feet. Picking a piece up, he tosses it over to Ori, "See if you can make something useful out of this."
Grumbling to herself, she sits down and begins to prepare a workspace.
(End Prologue)
So there you have it, a human fortress. Just to clarify, i'm going to intentionally seem like I know very little about fortress-building in many scenarios to represent human inexperience. As for cheating, I will be using Dwarf Companion for two purposes:
1.) Dealing with a missing part of the game that I know will be added later (if neccessary)
2.) Changing names per request.
Sligtly modified to allow some animals (cats, wolves etc.) to be wartrained.
Ejel, Ori, and Kupe are being used by myself, the remaining one girl and three men (and all future immigrants) are available on a first-come, first-serve basis.
In addition to those three, We have a Wood cutter, Carpenter, Planter and Cook/Brewer. I can change them if you want me too, but I'd like it to remain somewhat intelligent.
Format:
Name: (Specify if you want your default name, or a specific one, the last name should mean something in Human or Dwarven tounge if you want it changed. The first name doesn't.(The reason for that is DC only allows me to change last names to other Dwarven or Human words, it's also alot easier if you use the English translation of the name.))
Profession: (You know this)
(Optional) Personality: (In the name of all that is holy, don't suggest "a badass 'lone wolf' spearman", but what is your character like?)
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Topic: Pethitirum, The Penultimate Challenge (Community Fortress) (Read 10579 times)