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[Vieto]

So I was bored, and I was reading the Dwarfipedia or whatever it's called, and the thought struck me to build a space-ship for Astro-Dwarfs. So here I am.


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Obsidian 10, 200:

The King sat on his -+-throne-+-. He had lived through the conquering of a goblin nation, and was bored. Between dealing with the Elves, managing trade among his and other Dwarves, Bartering with humans, and fighting Goblins, the King felt that his reign was a repeat of his predecessor's. So he came up with a plan, more ambitious than any other plan set forth by man, elves, or Dwarf: He wanted to visit the planet's moon. So here he was, sitting at a large, round table with many other Dwarven Nobility.

"My Liege" Said a baron, "I do not mean to harm your ambition, but we have none of the knowledge, materials, or wings capable of leaving the ground, albiet leaving the atmosphere! "
"Nonsense! There will be no problem! It may take a few years, but I want to land on that rock up there!"
"But the question is, do we have someone smart enough to design such a device?" spoke a Duke.
The King grinned. "I have just the man for the job. Baron von Urist, do you know of the Dwarf in your barony named Issac Likottoltot? Ex-apprentice of our philosipher, Issac Asimov?"
"Yes, your highness. However, his imagination runs wild. I had him punished for slacking off on his book-recording only last week!"
"Urist, I seem to recall that was because you made a mandate for green glass in a sand-less City."
"That may have had a part of it." said the Baron with a grin.
"In anycase, bring him to my courts. I order it."
The Baron nodded, and left the room. He was about to get rid of his least favourite book-keeper for the King's silly little project. "He doesn't stand a chance!" Laughed the Baron von Urist in the hallways of the castle.

October 12th, 200:

Issac had finished book-keeping for the day. He took out a Carp Biscuit, and began eating it as he packed up his office, heading back to his meager quarters. As he approached his room, 2 fortress guard walked into his path, one grabbing a fearful Issac on the shoulder, the other taking out a piece of parchment 2 pick-axes long, and began reading a mandate from the Baron. "You are to be brought to the baron immediately, as you are being charged with not making 3 tunics, mis-recording the amount of cats and imps in the fortress..." The list went on. The guards then forcefully shoved Issac to the baron's well decorated office. The Baron appeared to be an unintelligent baron, using lead, pitchblend, and a caged fire-imp to decorate his room. Issac figured that the radiation from the pitchblend was likely causing the detriment of intelligence, but he wasn't sure. The Bald Baron ushered the guards out, locked the door, and began ranting. "Today, is a great day, for the great city of Von Urist! Today, you will be sent out of the city, to the King, to do one of his silly little projects. Oh, this place will become a great place with-out you, Little Issac!"

Issac pretended not to notice the rant. "And so what is this project that the King wants me for?" He asked.
The Baron sneered. "He wants you to build a space ship! My dear Issac, you will be sent into the wilderness, and be expected to build a vessel to go to the moon! I can't wait for your head to be chopped off from your failure!" The Baron tossed a mandate to Issac. "Pack your things, boy, you are off to the mountain-homes, leaving tomorrow! If you aren't outside when I wake up in the morning, my Giant cave spider will be having a mid-morning snack!

16th Obsidian, 200:

Issac arrived at the mountain-homes, and was ushered by the guards to the Throne Room. On the throne, the King Cog sat, and Issac bowed. The guards left the room.
"Rise Issac. Although the Baron speaks poorly of you, I have heard from... other sources... that you have a Proficient Mechanical knowledge, as well as some leadership skills. I have also heard about your doodles, and I've had the courtesy to see some of them. As you may know, you are going to be sent to a secret location to begin construction of a space-ship. I wish to go to the moon before I die. You may choose 6 Dwarves to accompany you to begin building your base, as well as some needed supplies. We will send immigrants, and caravans, to assist you. Godspeed! You depart on the 25th!
Issac bowed, and left the room. He was shaking in his boots, as he was now the Master Architect of the impossible.

Obsidian 25th: Memoirs of Issac Likottoltot

Well, that's everyone! We have a miner, a miner-mason, a Lumberjack, a craftsdwarf, 2 farmers, and myself. Oh boy, I'm glad to get away from that Baron. We have no anvil, but I think we will get one at the Caravan, so I can prepare. Well, it looks like we are ready to Embark! The king had sent some scouts looking for the best land to build this ship. They found it... In elven territory. Should be... interesting, to say the least. I have a map somewhere... I'll just stick it here!



1st Granite: Memoirs of Issac

We have arrived! I could of sworn the king said there was magma and a bottomless pit here. However, its just as well, as we appear to be unprepared if they were open to the surface. I have also made a rough plan for the star-ship. This is the exclusive my-eyes-only copy. I plan for that Baron to be on this ship!

The Ship design

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So I have 2 females and 4 males, + Issac.

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Quesion: Bottomless pit, or normal pit?

[WorkerDrone]

Name: Lord Castellan Gaweir Orsidious
Profession: Space Marine/Black Templar
Weapon: Sword
Gender: All Space Marines are male.

No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear! For The Emperor and Dorn!

EDIT:

Also, if your respecting requests, my only one is that you refer to my character as looking as my Avatar does, exactly. Despite the fact he is not 2 metres tall, or even wearing any of the mentioned. I do not want an awesome tomb or an awesome home for my dwarf.

I JUST WANNA BE A SPACE MARINE!

[BTIRepresentative]

I request one dwarf.

Name: BTI Investor
Gender: Any
Description: BTI holds interests in many outposts across the globe.

We will fund the construction of your vessel. Czerk..errr... BTI rewards its workers well.

[woose1]

Oh... this whole escapade is so wonderfully, disastorily, hilariously doomed. Count me in.
I will have Olon...

Thats it.
OH! And his nickname shalt be "Jagex"!

For FROOOOODOOOOO!

[TheMirth]

An excellent Idea

I'll claim Erush, Young Upwardly mobile dwarf or YupDies as they're called, ever professional and looking for the next stepping stone towards the top, whether it be another dwarf's neck or not.

[Vieto]

that leaves Eshtan and Deduk.

[thunderclan]

I'll claim one of the males

Name: Crispin
Job: Weapon/Armor/Metal Smith

[Flintus10]

I'll take the female
Name:Sareika
job:Mason/stonecrafter

The dwarf sent from the mountain homes to construct the bulk of the ship and she secretly dreams to be the one piloting it.

[Vieto]

Well, the 2 remaining dwarves are designated as farmers, at the moment, but I suppose I could call for a career change when I get immigrants.

[Strife26]

Is this another starsoar?

[DennyTom]

I will take one of the farmers, can I?

Nickname: HAL 1500

HAL 1500 was build by Asimov's friend Clarke to be ultimate dice player. As Clarke slowly upgraded HAL 1500 gained bits of personality a tends to use to make everybody nervous. He is a friend of all plants. He is a foe of Dave.

[Vieto]

I will take one of the farmers, can I?

Nickname: HAL 1500

HAL 1500 was build by Asimov's friend Clarke to be ultimate dice player. As Clarke slowly upgraded HAL 1500 gained bits of personality a tends to use to make everybody nervous. He is a friend of all plants. He is a foe of Dave.

actually, the 2 posters who were prior to me got them.

You can be an immigrant though.

[DennyTom]

I will take one of the farmers, can I?

Nickname: HAL 1500

HAL 1500 was build by Asimov's friend Clarke to be ultimate dice player. As Clarke slowly upgraded HAL 1500 gained bits of personality a tends to use to make everybody nervous. He is a friend of all plants. He is a foe of Dave.

actually, the 2 posters who were prior to me got them.

You can be an immigrant though.

Sorry - I have read your last post poorly and missed that part about career change.

I would be more than happy to be one of immigrants - profession does not really matter.

[Vieto]

Ok, so I'll try to spread things out a bit more, but... yah. Enjoy.

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2nd Granite: Memoirs of Issac

So it appears I have a few... odd... group of individuals. Our miner, or space marine as he calls himself, is none other than the Lord Castellan Gaweir Orsidious! I sent the behemoth of a Dwarf to dig out the tunnels while we work on his requested… lasercannon… I convinced him that a sword was enough. I send Jagex in with him, to make sure he did less damage than necessary.

There is also one of the investors of this project, no doubt here to make sure a profit comes of this venture. I saw to it that he was a craftsdwarf. I wonder what the Baron is up to? Partying no doubt.

10th Granite:

With some foresight about the defences needed in the base camp, I have asked Jagex and Lord… what’s his face… I’ll just refer to him with his initials: LEGO. He doesn’t like it, but he muttered that he could live with it. I’m busy carving this huge stash of Bauxite the king gave us into mechanisms. I have a feeling it will be needed.



25th Granite:

Lord EGO took some time to smash his way to create a barracks, with Jagex not far behind. They stopped for a break, a friendly chat by the looks of it. I’m getting some more mechanisms finished. It doesn’t help that the investor has been sneaking a few bauxite from the pile when I haven’t been looking. It figures. I don’t think bauxite is any more valuable than other rock though, but I guess some lucky kid with have a magma-proof toy.

2nd Slate: Jagex’s diary

So it’s been a month. No major problem. I’m not particularly hyped at the Kings crackpot project, but the mountains are crawling with wealth. Hopefully, I can retire a rich man. Basically, I can sit back in the mines as this… Lord Castellan guy… knocks down walls at an incredible rate! I just have to add the delicate dwarven touch, and it’s done. Our leader out here, Issac, seems to be ok. What I talked to him, he seemed to be glad he was here, and not at his home city. I’m not sure why though. Apparently, the baron there wasn’t particularly nice to him, but that’s just a rumour. I’ve had a look at some of his designs for the ship. He says that he’s still trying to figure out where to put it. He said he’d likely have it over a bottomless pit, due to the convenient precarvedness such pits carry. I mentioned that monsters, likely including a Giant Cave Spider, likely littered such pits. He shrugged.

13th Slate: In the Mountainhomes

The King sat on his throne, reading over the map again, and noting that it was in elven territory. He shrugged, and put the report aside, just as the Baron Von Urist burst into the room.
“So tell me, my Liege, how goes this ‘spaceship’ of yours? Hmm?”
The king laughed.  “Well, one month in, and our intern investor there has sent word to us that the place is off to a decent start. He also managed to send me a rather good blueprint of this ship.”
The Baron snickered. “You really think this is going to work, don’t you?” and he left the room.

As the baron marched down the halls, he figured a little sabotage was in order, but wasn’t sure how to go about doing it. He decided to host a meeting in Von Urist City.

10th Felsite: memoirs of Issac:

I took a peak around the fort today, to check on how the farms are doing. I noticed that enough space for a few plots was available underground, so I told my farmers, Crispin and Sareika, that the farming space was nearing completion. Before they went, they asked if they could become metalsmiths and mason’s respectively. I approved, but on the condition that there was sufficient immigrants available. I really hope to get the steal industry started to begin the space ship, once the magma pit and the bottomless pit are found, of course. I’ll begin those in autumn.

20th Felsite: Log of a space marine

I was taking a break, when I saw a pack of wolves in the distance! While a pack of wolves is nothing, we would have been dead by now if that was a group of goblins! I marched up to our leader, Issac, and demanded to him that we get walls up. He looked around and obviously saw that I was right, and told me that he needed a little while to design the walls! I was furious! He quickly told me that he would have a functional plan in a couple of ours. So I waited a couple of hours, and just as I was about to rush in there, he came out with a blueprint, then designated some places to begin building walls.

1st Hematite: The meeting halls of Von Urist

The baron sat on his +*+throne+*+, staring across the marble table to look at the 4 advisors across his table. “Do you really want us to do this, your Barony?” asked one. “Of course! But not yet… give them a couple of months. I know a few good Kobald forts around their area.” The advisors nodded, then set out to do their assigned tasks. The Baron kept on sitting, pleased with himself, then took a puff out of his artifact lead puff pipe.

[Boksi]

Can I claim a dwarf?

Name him/her Homophone. His/her pastime is writing poetry, but he/she inevitably screws up the homophones.

Like steal and steel, or peak and peek.