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[diefortheswarm]

I decided to go with just some very minor modding.

Elves have a trade liaison.

Humans bring steal, stone, and gems.

deblocker and economic stone reactions. This will make all stones show up in the economic stone menu though they will not all be economic stones.

Goblins feel no fear and have black blood.

I did NOT mod any additional soil types into sand despite was I said earlier.  I did not notice there is red sand at the bottom of the site.

In the init file make the following settings.

[TEMPERATURE:YES]
[WEATHER:YES]
[ECONOMY:YES]
[INVADERS:YES]
[CAVEINS:YES]
[ARTIFACTS:YES]
[ZERO_RENT:NO]

The succession order is as follows.  Each person plays for 1 year ending on the first day of the new year.  Additional people (as long as they are a cwaler) can be added to the rotation at any time.  They will be placed at the end of the rotation.

diefortheswarm
Legacy
The V Man

I will email the map files back and forth between players.  Email me or post your email so I can do this.  My email is strike_it_rich@hotmail.com.

When you start your turn you will replace the name of the mayor with your alias. You will then play the game for 1 year. At the end of your turn you will name another random dwarf your alias and pass on the game to the next player. If the dwarf you gave your alias to does not survive until your next turn, be creative when writing your alias back into the story. You may also give some of the dwarves the names of other CWALers who do NOT play DF. Just be creative in the way you use them in the story, and please do not add every CWALer to the fortress in 1 turn.

Rules for gameplay are as follows.

No atom smashers!
No cooking booze!
No completely sealing off the fortress from the outside world.
No modifying smelter reactions! You will use what you have and be happy to do so.
Dwarf Manager is expected to be used by all players at all times.
The only other 3rd party program allowed is Dwarf Companion. It may be used to heal and bring back to life trade liaisons. You may not use it for anything else!!!

[diefortheswarm]

1st of Granite 201

We have arrived at the site of the future Dwarf outpost Mirroredtorches.  I can't believe I have been forced to start a new settlement in such a dangerous area with nothing but 2 shields and some leather armor to defend ourselves.  What's more, the Dwarf wielding the shield is a lowly recruit.  I have to train him myself.  Well no use winning like an elf.  Time to strike Earth.

Since this fortress can expect indefinite expansion threw immigration, I chose a factory fortress type layout.  It will take several years to complete, but we can get started immediately.  The workshops will store raw materials and finished goods directly above and below them.  This will drastically reduce hauling time.  The levels are as follows.

Level 1 - Recreational facilities, statue gardens, dining halls, Zoos, and the Trade Depot.  This level is made up of  14 by 14 rooms in which the ceiling can be removed to let in sunlight.

Level 2 - Storage rooms.

Level 3 - Storage rooms

Level 4 - Workshops

Level 5 - Storage rooms

Level 6 - Storage rooms

There is a large flat plain on the upper righthand corner of the map.  If we dig out the first level inside it, we can remove the ceiling and have sun-roofs.  We can then use Dwarven engineering to cover up the openings with rock floors while still allowing the light to pass threw.  Too bad I was not allowed to take an axe.  Those trees are not going to chop down themselves.

Work is progressing rather fast.  The entrance requires tunneling threw solid obsidian.  I ordered the mechanic to make a mason's workshop and use it to build an armor stand.  You should have heard the little pansy ass Elf bitch.  I asked him if he was sure he was not just a midget human drunk in disguise.

Well the Armor stand is set up right next to the wagon.  Now I can start training this pussy ass Elf wannabe recruit.  I ordered the mechanic to make some stone blocks and use them to build the Trade Depot.  He wined like an Elf in a lumber yard about how he was trained as ONLY a mechanic and he expected to get ONLY mechanic related jobs.

The Trade Depot is complete and it is wagon accessible.  I told the mechanic to start building mechanisms and since he was such a winey little Elf to haul the mechanisms himself.

The miners are hard at work clearing out the soil layer.  They just attempted to drain a surface pool into their tunnels.  There was plenty of room for the water, but they could not wait for it to drain before rushing in to mine around the pool.  They run into the water to mine, go in over their heads, swim back out, and immediately run back in again.  If one of you idiots drown you are NOT getting a funeral.

Training the new recruit in wrestling has gone much better then expected.  He and myself are now legendary wrestles.  We even got to kill a Kobold who tried to steal from the wagon just a few tiles away from us.

The first Goblin ambush just struck.  They decided to ambush the outdoor barracks while we were training there.  On the plus side, we have some additional shields non.

A second ambush came shortly after the first,  This time they went for the fort entrance.  We made short work of them again and no Dwarf was hurt.

The Dwarf trade caravan just arrived.  I had every stop whatever they were doing and bring all the obsidian mechanisms to the Trade Depot.  Meanwhile I met with the trade liaison.  I ordered picks, axes, shields, leather, cave spider silk, all the iron they could bring even if it was unsmelted ore, anvils, alcohol, wood, charcoal, and fish.  I then headed to the Trade Depot only to find out legendary military dwarfs cannot trade do to union rules.  I did not even know we had a union.  Well one of the miners had to trade and he did not even know how much the stuff was worth.  We do not even know how much of a profit they left with.

Well it is the end of the first year.  I finished the top level and even removed the roof from one of the rooms to serve as a meeting area.  The workshop level and an adjacent 100 room apartment block are also done.  The miners are still finishing the first storage level.  Too bad there was no time to make beds.  Oh well the next guy will handle it.

[The V Man]

Sweet! We're running 40d9 right?

-V

[diefortheswarm]

I don't think it matters.  You can run any 40.d version without a problem so it is up to you.

[LegacyCWAL]

Sounds pretty good!  Not very Fun yet, but that will come.  Oh will it come.  We're CWAL, and mixing CWAL with Dwarves, magma, HFS, and asshole cannibals can only end in !!☼<<☼Fun☼>>☼!!

Also, the forum needs a sadistic smilie.


Some requests:

1) More screenies!  Succession games just aren't quite the same without depictions of our future sacrifices to Armok Dwarves hard at work

2) More importantly, screens of the area.  At least of the embark map.  Sure, stuff like the brook won't be difficult to find, but it'll help when determining where to look for stuff like the underground river and the HFS.

3) Permission to use Dtil to try and turn a couple of the sandy clay tiles into sand.  They already count as sand due to your mods, so there wouldn't be any actual in-game effect, and I do not intend to make any other changes with it (and I mean that sincerely and literally).  It's just that for me, that mod doesn't sit quite right with me for some reason


Some comments:

The workshops will store raw materials and finished goods directly above and below them.  This will drastically reduce hauling time.  The levels are as follows.

Sounds a lot like my typical layout.  I usually put all my workshops together, with raw materials above and below, just like you describe

Too bad I was not allowed to take an axe.

Why not?  Voluntarily not taking an axe is fine with me, but if it doesn't even let you choose, that sounds like a potentially really nasty bug.

[diefortheswarm]

I chose not to take an axe so I could have 2 shields instead.  The Dwarf Traders usually bring one in the fall, but this time they didn't.  GG me, oh well.

Also there is red sand at the bottom part of the map that I did not notice before, so there was no soil modding.

[LegacyCWAL]

...holy hell.

You do realize that meeting the liason is going to require having fully half our military stop protecting the fort, right?

*continues working on the turn and the post*

[LegacyCWAL]

Well, I've finished two months, and it's been a rather eventful two months.  Chronicling it has burned me out for today, so I'll post what I have and run some more tomorrow.


== 1st Granite, 202 ==

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"Hey Legacy, can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Sure, go ahead.  I'm not doing much at the moment," I said to our expedition leader.

"Well," diefortheswarm said, "it's been a year, and we have a nice little place carved out."

"That we do."

"But I think it's time for somebody else, especially with your sort of skills, to take over now.  I'm exhausted, and I think you would be the perfect replacement."

"This is because I'm the only one not busy digging, isn't it?"

"...maybe."

"Alright, I'll do it.  But when a year is up, we have an election to choose a new expedition leader.  I don't want to sit around managing things when work needs to be done."

"Of course, of course."

===

I walked into my new office, such as it was, as diefortheswarm showed me his setup for managing things.  It was crude and sparse, but then, that's all that could be expected given what we have to work with.  "Well," he said, "good luck.  I'm going to go get drunk."

I looked over the maps and papers.  I had one reaction:

What



The



FUCK




===

Well, it seems I have plenty of work to do.  First, I need a new expedition leader.  Unfortunately, we're stuck with a Champion.  Ah well, that'll change when enough migrants get here.  Caravans are ambushers' favorite targets, and I don't want half our military stuck in a liason meeting when the buggers show up.

For this reason, instead of the current expedition leader, I chose our mechanic to represent "me".

We have more room than we'll need anytime soon, if ever.  When I took over, we had no farms, no still, no beds, no forges, no real defenses, nothing.  Not even a water source.  All we had was the mechanic's shop and empty space.  I had no choice but to cancel the mining designations and set up farms and a still ASAP.

Since we have four fucking miners, Dwarf Manager simply wouldn't cut it.  We need job diversity, and we need it now.  I've given everybody custom profession names to help keep them straight.

Food and booze:
'diefortheswarm' Shemezum and Nomal Tekkudneth, Mine/Food.  I set up a farm plot, a still, and two food stockpiles (one for seeds only) in one of the big blocks.  We need booze, and FAST.

Beds and other wooden stuff:
Sarvesh Urmimsazir, Mine/Wood.  Set up a carpenter's workshop and deconstructed the wagon for the three logs.  We need at least a couple beds.

Trade and Defense:
'Legacy' Italkogan, Stone/Bone.  I'll handle everything that involves turning stone and refuse into stuff.  We need a couple tables and chairs, plus we might need some miscellaneous other masonry.  I set up a fuckload of traps, and I set up a craftsdwarf's shop for him to churn out mugs for trade and gear for our troops.  I also made a refuse stockpile for the shells and bones near it.

Forges:
Nil Alathteshkad, Mine/Metal.  We need a cistern until we can tap the brook and I need to dig a route to the magma so that we can make an axe.  I then need somebody to make said axe when he gets there.

EVERYBODY got food hauling and refuse hauling.


Further, I set up some hotkeys:
Shift-F1 is the trade depot and entry hall.  To the west of it is the farm.
F3 is the crafting area.
Shift-F3 is the current forge area.

Don't worry, they're labeled if you bring up the hotkey menu.

== 17th Granite, 202 ==

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I wiped the sweat from my brow as I finished the stonework.  They say it's a "fortification", but we're using it as a screen to keep the magma men away from the forges that Nil is working so hard on.  The first line of traps is almost complete.

"Nil?" I ask as I see the miner rushing coming back from the wagon empty-handed.  "What..."

"Thief showed up.  Morul took care of him, but said that I should probably head back indoors for any inside work that needs doing, since they don't always come alone."

"Good thinking.  Your grate is done, by the way.  It isn't bauxite, but it should hold up."

"Thanks.  Did you hear about Musky, by the way?"

"No, what happened?"

"She had calves."

"With what?  The fuck, did one of the caravan pack animals knock her up?"

"Probably.  Either that, or an Elf found a way to breed with other species."

"Eww.  Just eww."

===

The farms are getting going, and the wagon is slowly being hauled back to safety.  I'm just one channeled-out tile away from having forges that work.  The cistern, unfortunately, did not work as planned.  I'm going to try rewalling the one that spilled out the first year and see if that works.  And yes, the Muskox had calves.

Beds are being built, and the trap line is taking shape.  Also, I already regret uncaging that damn cat.  See the miasma?  Yeah, that's why I'm rebuilding that zinc cage.



The Elf caravan arrived.  I put diefortheswarm back as the outpost broker.  I do NOT need my military trying to trade with the Elfalisks.  Besides, he's the only one with shit for appraiser skill.

== 21st Granite, 202 ==

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"So, murderer, we are here to trade, disgusting though you may be."

I hate Elves.  I really do.  They bitch about us using wood, but then all the crap they bring is wood!  Talk about hypocrites.  And then there's the whole thing with eating people.  But this time, they brought some good stuff.  They even brought a live grizzly!

"Yeah, yeah, tree-killing midgets, blah blah blah, let's just make with the capitalism, alright?" diefortheswarm, our trader, tells them.  The Elves seem to get huffy and offended at this, but then, what doesn't make them that way.

"One day, your impudence will be your downfall, stone-fucker."

"Just wait until you finish eating my corpse before you say 'I told you so'.  It's bad manners to talk with your mouth full."

===

And yes, I had a lot of fun writing that.  Or could you tell?

I'm not used to Elves bringing useful stuff.  They brought shit worth of quantity, but it's still a lot better than ten pages of cloth and a single (muck root [5]).  And that grizzly is going to make a hell of a guard animal.  I'm also shocked by that seriously expensive mechanism.  I had always just churned out mugs and/or crafts for early trading, and wasn't aware of just how much obsidian mechanism could go for.  I think I'll hold off on the mugs for a while.



My dwarves are a bit busy, and only 4 are available for hauling in the first place.  It takes a little while to get a good number of trade goods to the depot.  In the meantime though...



Fuck.  I have got to get that crap dealt with before they steal enough stuff to warrant ambush parties.

At any rate, the haul from the traders was:
2x ropes
1x hoary marmot cage
1x grizzly bear cage
2x empty cages
2x barrels of booze
2x bags of flour
2x 5-stacks of plants
2x empty bags
1x empty barrel
1x wooden short sword
1x wooden spear

We're desperately short on booze, the "empty" stuff will come in handy later, and the weapons can be given to soldiers without them killing sparring partners (in theory, at any rate).  They also brought some thread and cloth, but I am NOT buying it...I want to avoid them switching to their "bring nothing but cloth" mode for as long as possible.

We traded them:
2x ☼Obsidian Mechanism☼
3x =Obsidian Mechanism=

They got nearly 100% profit, but we can make more mechanisms, and we want them to bring more stuff in the future.  I also went ahead and set up stockpiles for the crap that's been clogging up the depot.

== 2nd Slate, 202 ==

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"AMBUSH!"

Eshtan's shouted alert echoed down the entryway, awaking me from a deep, exhausted slumber.  As I tried to drag myself out of bed, diefortheswarm leapt into action, ordering walls built to cover the depot and anybody near it from incoming archer fire.

"Wherz Morul..." I managed to get out.

"Picking up the sword we bought for him.  He's staying here.  Eshtan can handle himself, and we don't need another group sneaking in and surprising us."

"A'rite.  Gimme a minnit."

"You sleep.  You've worked harder than pretty much any of us, and I don't care to see you try to lead a fight like this.  You'll do more good resting."

All I could really do was grunt as sleep forcibly dragged me into its embrace

===

Fuck.  Archers.  I put everybody awake on masonry duty to build some cover.  If archers got a clear line of fire down our ridiculously long, exposed entryway, we're going to have seven dead dwarves.  Eshtan should be able to handle himself...and he's going to have to, because Morul went to bed.





Fuck.



Not.  Good.  Eshtan fell down the canyon onto the brook, broke his lower body and a ton of internal organs.  He's pretty well fucked.  To add insult to injury, he spotted even more ambushers in the process.  We have a ton of legendary miners, hopefully that will do the job.  Hopefully.



Fight, Eshtan! You can do it!



He died fighting.  He died a hero.



Eshtan Zegrovod Etnardeb Kel killed ten goblins in the fort's five seasons of life, including four single-handedly during this ambush.  Rest in peace, Champion.  But the fight goes on, even without him.

===

"OK Legacy, I was wrong.  Eshtan is dead and Morul is in a coma or something.  We need everybody to the front."

I nodded and mentally prepared myself for battle.  "Gather the others.  I'll lead the defense."

I sprinted to grab a mining pick as I listened to the traps going off.  I couldn't help but have a grim smile on my face as the traps that I had built took their toll on the goblins.  The first wave fell to the weapons and cages.

And then...silence.

"What...what just happened?"

I heard Morul's footsteps behind me.  "It sounds like that wave is gone," he said.  "We have to be careful, there may be more.  But you civilians can stand down now, me and Eshtan can take it from here."

"Morul, Eshtan..."

"What about Eshtan?  Oh...oh fuck."

I nodded gravely.  "He died fighting, a true hero."

"I...I'll stand guard.  You guys...you be ready to interr him."

===

On 5th Slate, the last visible goblin fled off the north end of the map.  One dwarf dead, two unhappy.  More traps are in order, I can't afford to let this happen again.

Eshtan's grave was placed in the SE corner of the barracks, to forever remind our warriors of that mighty hero.

That's it for now.  I'm toast after recording everything that way.  I'll post more later.

[diefortheswarm]

Be careful.  It is possible the Goblins may siege before the fort has 80 Dwarves.

[LegacyCWAL]

Good to know.  I'll have to get the wall up around our skylight ASAP then.

[diefortheswarm]

I am sorry there was no Elf Liaison in this game.  I added the appropriate tokens, but having one show up is still a crap shoot in this version.  I will make sure the next game has one.

[LegacyCWAL]

Aaaand the rest of the turn!


== 1st Felsite, 202 ==

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"We need more beds."

Sarvesh looked at me incredulously.  "More beds."

"More beds.  Some migrants have arrived."

"They do realize that this is an area infested with fire imps, chasm monsters, and goblins, right?"

"They still need beds."

"Alright, alright, I'll get right on it."

===

Finally, some more dwarfpower!  And it's a biggie.  On the plus side, we got a fuckton of them, so I can re-specialize some of the originals.  On the minus side, we got a fuckton of them.
The incoming roster:
*Zefon Rithluterith, Stoneworker
*Tekkud Morulkovest, Ranger
*Kogan Zanegamal, Animal Caretaker
*Atir Kurikkel, Animal Dissector
*Udil Nefastcerol, Siege Engineer
*Ast Dumatostar, Weaponsmith
*Kubuk Oddomvel, Blacksmith
*Kulet onammonom, Gem Cutter
*Kogan Daturedem, Gem Cutter
*Adil Zulbaneshtan, Glassmaker
*Ablel Ostarcerol, Cook
*Mebzuth Godenenor, Thresher
*Thob Nekoldodok, Miller
*Obok ageshmeng, Herbalist
*Logem Eralag, Soap Maker
*Zefon Shemgerig, Peasant
*Monom Arzuntir, Peasant

That brings us to 23.  And now you get to see why I never bothered getting Dwarf Manager before:

The Ranger goes straight into the military.  I normally don't like having female soldiers because having kids running around the battlefield is a good way to wind up with a lot of dead kids.  But we need fighters, and Marksdwarves aren't as bad as melee fighters in that regard.  The animal caretaker gets a spear and the animal dissector gets a mace. Two gem cutters is redundant, so the male one gets a hammer.

We have enough to have a sheriff now, and the soap maker gets the nod.  The cook gets brewing enabled and retitled "chef".  The siege engineer isn't going to see use anytime soon, so I make him our manager and accountant.

In other news, the herbalist gets farming enabled, but I designate a batch of shrubs in the hopes of getting something worthwhile.  The miller and thresher both have the other's labor added to their own, since I figure they won't often be needed at the same time.  They've been titled "thresher" on the info screen, so it won't change to "farmer" later.  I'm making one of the peasants a stoneworker (masonry and engraving), and the other a woodworker (carpentry, xbow making, and wood cutting).

Of the original 5 civilians, I'm still doing masonry, engraving, and carving.  diefortheswarm and Nomal are back to almost-pure miners, with farming enabled since that isn't really a full-time job.  Nil still has furnace operating, armorsmithing, and metalcrafting in addition to mining.  Sarvesh is still stuck with mining turned off.


I also put a bunch of stockpiles down.  As usual, they can (and are intended to be) moved someday.  But at the moment, I need storage, and I need it now.

== 5th Felsite, 202 ==

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"What the..."  I looked around the meeting area to find out who had thrown a clod of dirt at me.

"Up here, boss!"  It was Tekkud Morulkovest, our newly-recruited Marksdwarf.  "If I was a goblin archer, you'd be dead right now."

"Aw crap.  Guess we need a wall or something.  I'll get on it."

"Sounds good, boss!"

===

Skylights are all well and good, but I prefer them where they won't lead to a massacre.



I've also got the ball rolling on other stuff.  The temporary furnaces are working on gear (crappy, but still gear), starting with axes for the woodcutters.  I'm smoothing boulders and cutting trees to make an easier route for the caravans.  The mason's shop is queued up to make furniture for the semi-nobles, though all the masons are a bit busy fortifying the skylight at the moment.

== 1st Hematite, 202 ==

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"Well, here it is, Udil.  You like it?"

Our new manager and treasurer gaped in awe.  "It's a room!"

I resisted the urge to facepalm.  Kogan, our new gem cutter, swore that this guy had a head for numbers and organization, but so far he hadn't exactly been the bloodiest sword in the battle, if you know what I mean.  But a show of trust like this is good for morale, and if he doesn't work out, I can always just bust him back down to hauling.  "Yes.  It's a room."

"It's so big!  Whose is it?"

"It's yours.  You're our new manager and treasurer."

"But...it's so big!  Nobody else gets a room.  Why do I get one?"

"It's so you can do all this organizing stuff in peace.  What do you say?"

"By Armok, sir, I won't let you down!"

"I'm glad to hear it, because we have a lot of stuff that needs doing, and doing quickly."

"I'll get started right away!"

===

Summer is here!  Thankfully, there isn't much to report at the moment.  The skylight wall is about 1/3 done, I'm cutting/smoothing a road to make things easier for the caravans, and I designated a hall to the sand.

Our Sheriff and Manager/Accountant's rooms are finished.  Well, the Sheriff still needs his coffer and crap, but they can do their jobs.  They aren't pretty because, like a lot of what I'm doing, they're specifically designed to be moved later.



I've also designated a closer furnace area.  There's area marked out for two forges, and four of some combination of smelters and glass furnaces.  The little down-stair tile goes down to where I'll be extending the magma tube.  Up above is a big room I'm digging out to serve as stockpile space.

OK, I can't take it anymore.  I'm turning off the job cancellation messages.  You can turn them back on if you want, but seriously:

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== 17th Hematite ==

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"Congratulations, Nil!"

"Thanks, Legacy.  Looks like the citizens have decided they want me representing them."

"Made a hell of a choice, too.  And just in time...one of our troopers just spotted the human caravan."

"You'll still run things, right?"

"My year ain't up yet."

"Alright.  Well, I'm off to try and screw over some humans."

"Good luck!"

===

The humans arrived to trade, and Nil Alathteshkad, one of the original miners, was elected the new Expedition Leader.  We all know who still runs things, of course

===

"WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF"

"What the hell does that damn dog wa..."  I looked up and saw a spear-toting goblin standing on the lip of our skylight.  "Oh.  An ambush.  I'm going to have to promote Tekkud for being so right about that skylight."

===

Right on cue.



There was one right up against the edge, but I didn't think to pause it while looking for the ambush.  You can see the situation though.

And surprise surprise, my recruits get the shit kicked out of them because they're too stupid to let the traps do the work first.  I've got one with a yellow arm and brown spine, and another with a red leg.  The spinal-injured one is earmarked for the fortress guard.  Looks like I'm digging a well in the brook.



The trading itself was fairly generic.  The Humans brought a decent amount of booze, barrels, flour, and bags, plus a whole lot of plants.  It's a shame I couldn't get more GCS Silk stuff in before they showed up, but it cleared out a bunch more mechanisms.

From the guild rep, I requested fish and turtles, as well as all the wood they could carry.  I didn't request anything else because they only brought two wagons this time, and I wanted to prioritize that stuff.

And when the guild rep decides to leave?  Wave 2 takes out one of the guild rep's eyes, and kicks the shit out of Recruit #3 (though he got up and walked to bed under his own power...I'm tempted to retitle him "badass"). The Marksdwarf is also doing pretty well for herself.  No kills, but she's still standing.

== 11th Malachite ==

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"Uh...boss?"

"What is it, Tekkud?"

"I just tried to pick up my new greaves, and one of the threshers there was acting kinda funny."

"Define 'funny'."

"Well, just go look, boss.  I gotta get back on duty."

"Yeah, thanks."

I headed towards the Craftsdwarf shop that our marksdwarf had directed me to.  There, I found that one of our threshers had, indeed, kicked everybody out of the workshop.  Sometimes violently, if the bite marks on the dog were any indication.  I decided it would be best to let him go about his business, mostly because Tekkud was the only soldier who was neither sleeping nor wounded.

===

Yay for strange moods!  This actually happened moments after the end of the previous section...the ambush waves were kinda far apart.  I hope he makes something worth not murdering him over.



===

17th Malachite:  An obsidian mug worth 14,400☼.  That seriously sucks.  But at least it's not a 3,600☼ wooden dildo or something.  And hey, we got a legendary stonecrafter now.

== 13th Limestone, 202 ==

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Praise Armok that the rest of summer was uneventful, we really needed the time to recover before the mountainhomes' caravan arrived.  Our military is still underdwarfed and undergeared, but with all the protection our people bring with them, we should be able to do the job.

===

Not much since the obsidian mug.  Basic expansion-type stuff: finishing up some mining, finishing moving the furnaces, updating the records, that kind of thing.  I'm finally able to work on some damn gear for the troops.  That's what caused all the casualties last time, the fact that I had been unable to get them geared up worth shit.

The Liason met with the expedition leader, and I ordered max Tower-cap wood, turtles, hematite, and steel and iron bars.  I also requested some drinks and armor.  I would've gotten cave lobsters too, but I didn't see them.  I probably just missed them, but turtles should be enough.

Also, we appear to have monkeys in the area.



Not drought nor goblins nor being stabbed in the spine will keep our intrepid recruit from haring off after a kobold, with two caravan guards helping him



===

"Ah, excellent, you brought the goods I requested!" exclaimed diefortheswarm as the traders unloaded.

"Bet your beard we did.  Booze, eighteen metric fucktons of leather,"

"Metric fucktons?"

"They're 2.2 standard fucktons."

"Oh.  Go on."

"The seeds and steel ingredients you wanted too.  Now, let's see what you've got..."

===

Geez, that's one way to get them to bring exactly what you want.  Bin after bin, each of which has its own kind of leather (I took the GCS chitin and a few of the cheap ones).  And we should be good on booze for a little while.  I didn't bother buying too many seeds, we can build up plenty on our own from just a couple starter bags.  The only weapon worth noting was a single +Steel battle axe+, which I also bought.  Dimple dye can go to hell: I can't see stuff dyed with it, and we can get the same value out of emerald dye.

The price?  17 GCS silk items and some of mechanisms.  I went ahead and offered half a page of crappy ones on top of it.

== 1st Sandstone, 202 ==

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"AMBUSH!"

I shuddered as the shout echoed down the entry hall mere moments before I heard the clangs of sword meeting shield and arrows striking stone.  Our military was stronger than it had been in the past, with both Morul and Tekkud wearing actual chainmail now.  But they were still outnumbered, outgeared, and from the sounds of it, outranged.

The caravan guards did nothing.

"What the hell, won't you help fight off the goblins?" I asked them.

Most ignored me.  But one looked my way and said, "Our job is to protect the trader, not your dwarves.  If you can't defend yourselves, that's your problem."

I shook my head and stormed off to check how many coffins we had available.

===

Just when I thought I was gonna get through the season without anybody else getting killed, Murphy shows up.  Our future guard, who had healed up so quickly?  Dead.



And our champion, Morul?  Nothing permanent, but he's out of action until The V Man's turn at the earliest.



I need more fucking traps.

== 12th Sandstone, 202 ==

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"Hey, boss?  You know the other thresher?"

"What about him?"

"Well, I was picking up the new gauntlets at the craftsdwarf's shop, and he came and threw me out.  Had the craziest look in his eyes."

"You've got to be kidding me, another one?"

"Yup, another one, boss."

===

The other thresher was taken by a fey mood.  Let's see what he makes this time!



===

16th Sandstone: A Pyrolusite crown worth 6000☼.  Six.  Fucking.  Thousand.

== 1st Opal, 202 ==

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*KA-CHUNK*

"What the hell was that?"  I looked down the hallway just in time to see a cage trap fall and imprison a goblin, startling the rest of its group into revealing themselves.  "AMBUSH!" I shouted, dropping the glass spike that I'd been carrying to a weapon trap I was building.  My new traps had taken quite a toll, but corpses had begun to jam a safe route through the line.

"Get back, boss!"  It was Tekkud, the Marksdwarf, and her newly-drafted squadmate, moving to dwarf the new fortifications we'd put up for them to fire out of.  I needed no further coaxing, sprinting back towards the relative safety of the depot.

Behind me, I heard the sounds of battle crescendo.  Bolts striking armor and soft flesh, a crossbow caving in a goblin skull, and then...

*NOM NOM NOM*

It was Sposnuspug, the Grizzly the Elves had brought us, tearing into a goblin and ripping massive chunks out of the attacker's torso.

"I knew that furball would be useful," I said with a smile.

===

Yet another ambush.  Damn these guys are persistant.

In the pic, you can see the massive casualties caused by the upgraded trap line, with the new ones packing four glass spikes each.  That's the first batch of fully 120 spikes I have queued up in the job manager, enough for five full rows of such traps.  And, of course, there's the goblin-eating bear .



Pretty uneventful since the last entry though.  I've been trying to improve traffic flow by expanding the stairs to 3x3, and I've got bedrooms building.  Slowly.  Gear is coming along slowly but surely, with both active troops wearing plate-level armor.  Plate level armor that SUCKS, but plate is plate, and it's the best I can get at the moment.  Incidentally, that's a large factor in why this battle's only casualty was a meaningless minor spine wound on the new marksdwarf.

== 8th Obsidian, 202 ==

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"Ah, Tekkud, you're here.  Tell me, what do you think?" I asked as I gestured to the row of goblin-filled cages.

"Uh...nice zoo?"

"I think it is," I said to the highest-ranking soldier still standing, "because we have a lot of prisoners.  But we can't just keep them around forever.  Something needs to be done about them."

"What does that have to..."  Realization dawned on the marksdwarf's face.  "Just have the ammo ready, boss!"

===

I currently have two security-related problems.  The first is that all the cages are full of goblins, so I'm almost out of empties to put in the traps.



The second is that I have two soldiers, both of them are marksdwarves, and they both kinda suck.



Neither problem has a real easy solution on its own.  However, there is a way to solve both at once:  FIRING SQUAD!





Disappointingly, there's a few left: I wanted to get in the execution before the end of my turn, so I decided to suspend the last few cage linkings and kill what I could.  But whoever's next will get to have some fun!

== 1st Granite, 203 ==

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"Happy New Year, everybody!" I shouted as the first day of spring arrived.

"Are you sad to see your term ending?" asked The V Man.

"A little.  It's been a hell of a year.  So much done...and so much lost.  But I'm tired, and my year is up.  I promised I'd move on when this day came, and it has.  I think you'll be a great leader, V."

"Me?  Really?"

"Yup, you.  You've got what it takes.  And I hope that I've left you a better fortress than the one I started with."

"I can drink to that," our new leader said.  "I can drink to that."



===

And thus ends the first reign of Mayor Legacy.  I did the best I could to get the place up on its feet, with the essentials - food, booze, defense, trade - in place.

Some notes for The V Man:

The execution chamber north of the 'rax is labeled with the (N)otes thingy.

Metal and glass are at Shift+F3.  There's a big ore/flux/coal stockpile one z-level up.  I've been using the western smelter for melting objects.  To speed up sand gathering, I've created this setup: empty bags near sand, bags filled and stockpiled near sand, then full bags transferred up to furnaces.

Living quarters (such as they are) are at F3, then 1 z-level down.

Everything outdoors is currently forbidden.  Seriously, I really mean everything.  I also have all the "on death" options set to "forbid".

I have "announce no job cancellations" set.  You can change it if you want, but the jobs I have queued up will probably keep spamming you if you do.


What we need:

More bins, more barrels, more beds.

Exploratory mining to find rough gems in case of moods.  We also need flux, if there's any to be had.

Better military.  We have few soldiers, and they are clad mostly in armor made of ☼FAIL☼.

I don't like sending files by email, and don't want to fuck with upload sites, so I'm going to put the save file up on my RR.  I'll give you guys the link on the RR.

[diefortheswarm]

Great Story!

I am a little embarrassed on how badly I chronicled my first turn.  The next one will be better.

Comments on gameplay.

Why didn't you put the beds in the rooms I carved out?!?!?!  I carved out a 100 room apartment block.  Each Dwarf could have his own room.  I am also pissed you did not buy all the leather I ordered.  I wanted to start a leather industry!

[The V Man]

Heh nicely done.
I've got the files now and will start my turn tonight.

-V

[LegacyCWAL]

Great Story!

I am a little embarrassed on how badly I chronicled my first turn.  The next one will be better.

Comments on gameplay.

Why didn't you put the beds in the rooms I carved out?!?!?!  I carved out a 100 room apartment block.  Each Dwarf could have his own room.  I am also pissed you did not buy all the leather I ordered.  I wanted to start a leather industry!

...there was an apartment block?  Honestly, I thought it was just more workshop spaces, only kinda funny-looking.  Besides, I prefer to use z-levels to keep walking distance to a minimum: putting the rooms where they are now means they don't have to walk halfway across the fort to get somewhere relevant.  Also, the dinky little 3x1s I carved out are easier to manage the rent on when the economy kicks in:  I can give everybody their own room, with a coffer and cabinet, for as little as 44☼ in rent, and can easily jack that up through the roof with smoothing and good furniture.

As for the leather, with our forges finally up and running, about all that leather was needed for at the moment was bags.  So I thought that a full-blown leather industry could wait until we had better taken care of more pressing matters like the trap line and making more bins.  I did take the GCS chitin because it's awesome for moods (which I reserve for just such a purpose), and the cheap stuff would be enough to get things started when we finally got the leather business going.