Oh, I think I get it now.
Still, it doesn't look like that setup will provide enough water for the whole fortress. I'm gonna use the river!
Scout:"Sir, a group of dwarven seigers mounted on horsies have been spotted to the north.
Me:"*spits hot coffee in scout's face in suprise* Oh Lweokeo, dwarves on horses! I didn't even know they did that! Uh, uh, what do we do when there's a seige?"
Scout:"It's all up to you sir."
Me:"Uh, shoot dragon stuff at them? Put markscats in those fortification things? What do the catapults do?"
The dwarves sent in one unit to scope us out. Luckily, I haad the markscats above the intrance. They didn't hit him a single time, but someone managed to shoot his horse's throat right out. I actually felt sort of bad for the evil dwarf horse as his master rode him away from us with his ragged, destroyed neck, until he fell forward dead, at which point the dwarf kept right on running. Maybe I
can do this...
Huzzah! What a conveniently placed catapult! I take great pleasure in watching the dwarves fly from their horses.
Oh hell, he's scared of a horse...
Oh no, I got a guy killed! They're gonna hate me! I'll... uh... say something about the cost of freedom.
What the?! Why is Rance running through the rain of dwarven arrows?! No job... Is it just his thirst for blood?
Well... he's dead now.
And the baron consort just altered the prices of goods. I told someone to tell her I'm not listening right now. I'm starting to get why everybody hates us noble folk.
Well, at least the dwarves are running off. And, with acceptable loss of life!
Also, I just noticed, there's a stray windmill up near the refuse chimneys. What's that, an artifact of a previous project?
Good night, sweet prince. (Mrssaoe is carrying Rance to his tomb)
Quit bitching, noble.
I recall once basing an entire fort's water supply on a single pond with a dead dwarf in it.