1. we put magma proof stuff as the front doors, right? it should hold SoFs back. if only doors have material strength...
2. i tried on my own map, the warmmaker does -not- unfreeze the river when it's winter. even on 7/7. and only separated by a thin sheet of floor.
3. yes, i realized i made two faults on this one. not sealing the magma pipe, and not putting another more reliable power source for the flooder. there's a lot of space for an underground power factory, utilizing buckets and cleverly aligned channels and whatnots-- but it could be dangerous if it used up the whole cistern's worth of water supply for the winter, because we're out of barrels... yeah. we only need approximately 600-800 power for this. probably 20 windmills?
4. the only place i can safely tap from the lowest level was... on the very very edge of the map. which made it very difficult to expand. or i might be wrong...
now we should decide what the next fun stuff we're gonna do should be!
also, i volunteer to be the one who'll play after barbarossa the seal god. i claim the 24th slot.
EDIT1: hmm, oh, wait, you can turn the magma flooder off by pulling the toprightmost lever on the bottomleftmost chamber. it'll still refill the warmmaker, if you pull only that lever and not the one below it.
EDIT2: oh right, the story i promised yesterday! okay. here it is.
Rosey never put any thoughts to time. She had a plenty of it, life was good, here in this place the gods and goddesses has forsaken. As long as she stays out of the sun, at least.
She spent her time carving perfect blocks, and scrubbing the stone walls till they're just as smooth as the blocks are. She often spends her time with her best friend, too...
Then it happenned. It was Nil. He got into her room without knocking at the door.
"You're the new supervisor of this place, now. The king commanded it so. Here's some plans and notes."
He rushedly handed over a bunch of scrolls to Rosey. She looked down at them, confused.
"What--"
"Good luck. I'll just live peacefully now. Thank you."
He left the room. Slamming the door, too.
Rosey opened a scroll. "Sparkgear". Oh, that's what this place is called. She just realized that now. After reading it for a moment, she sighed as she mumbled a "How nice of him and the king to...", grunted and started walking towards the main staircases, committing herself to take an overall look to the whole fortress.
She returned to her room, her face pale, her breath held in tightly due to the suspense.
"Dear god, it... it... it made me forgot your name."
MANY LIMBED MONSTROSITIES OF FLAMES. OH DEAR GOD WHOSE NAME I FORGOT.
A moment of silence for the mind has passed... Okay, here's the what we have now...
A large area of unfinished bridges, just above the walls. She had nothing to do with that, because she can't find anything about it inside the scrolls that Nil gave to her.
A... set of broken contraption. Tapping to the magma filled tunnel. Aimed at the evil, evil outside world. Maybe I can fix it and make it better...
A river with it's potential not fully exploited.
A... hey, I know that one, it makes unlimited amounts of usable obsidian, to conserve space and maximize aesthetic efforts. But it has a major flaw in it's design.
After all that, she took a nap. It was all she can take for a single day.
The next day, she got to designing, and more designing, and overseering, and briefing the working dwarves on what to do... Talking to them about her ideas, making it clear why it would be useful to them. A busy day, but she had fun with it. Designing contraptions is something she's interested in.
Leading the workers on her plans, she put some of her plans in place. When she gets tired, she takes a lunch break and goes to smooth the walls of the newly dig room. She needed the more of the white mineral stone to completely seal the rivers...
Showing the finished blueprints of the upcoming magma tap to the miners, they immediately set off to work on it... While they were gone she snagged a pick and a torch, and sets off to ruin the grass, forming a large grassless circle around the vicinity of the fort... and sets the outer parts on fire.
This will give us enough time. The orcs, elves, kobolds and whatnots won't be able to reach us through the forest fires, and the fire monsters won't be back here in some time.
She was going in circles, thoroughly inspecting the obsidian bakery oven, as she was slowly finishing the new design for it. She had this unnerving feeling as she gazed upon the floodgates who held the magma back... but she decided to just go for it. Finishing the design, she sets off, giving it to the miners...
There was scorching heat, an eerie red glow, and screams. She frantically stumbled down only to find magma, slowly spreading around the burial complex next to the obsidian oven. She then directed the miners to stop the magma flow from above, with water.
No more dwarves will die, for now, but she has to take responsibility of what mistakes she's made. Unknowing to her, one of the floodgates was leaking. She made sure what remains of those who died there was given proper respects. Then, she set off to repair the once intricate carvings, ruined by the magma.
It's working! The world will soon fill with magma, and we will forever be safe against the orcs... but... the fire spirits...
Bah, it's not her worry, now. She'll just spend her time making pictures, down below. It's up to the next unlucky fellow the king appointed. A royal messenger pidgeon came with an official scroll this morning.
Goodbye, suffering! Hopefully forever!