I’ve been a little forgetful with the whole taking screenshots thing. Sorry. But buncha update for you.
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20th Felsite, 17~It was sudden and inexplicable. One moment we had been trading peacefully, and the next the elves had all lost their minds. The animals ran, spooked, as three of the lithe creatures dove hungrily at them, screeching savagely, while the other two became non-responsive and stood around moping.
“Gor!” I shouted to the weaponsmith who was passing by. “What the hell’s going on?”
As we watched, the three feral elves tore a mule apart. Goraillion cleared his throat disapprovingly. “Savages,” he said, spitting. “They talk about the natural cycle, and then they shred a good animal for no reason at all. They have no faith.”
“Faith?” I asked.
“In death, you ogre. It’s the natural end to life. Everything dies. You have to appreciate that. Respect that. You know?” He was a grumpy old dwarf who spent all day at the forge. I suppose his work with weaponry had made him a bit sadistic.
“I… sure, okay. Listen, grab some cages, all right?”
He nodded, unfazed, and began walking away.
I recalled what goods the elves had brought this year. Nothing but cloth. “Gor…” I shouted, “make sure you get the wooden ones.”
He grinned.
Irwin was giddy at the expansion of his already-diverse menagerie. Three bloodthirsty elves to play with. I told him to go nuts.
We pushed the non-responsive elves into the side entrance. They’d make good orc bait.
Inside, I was wondering exactly what had happened, and I found myself reminded of mmy encounter of the wearer of Styledstrike. The masked dwarf’s feral grunting reminded me of the elves’ behaviour, and were similar enough to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Did this have something to do with the theft of that mask? I decided to investigate further.
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15th Hematite, 17~There was an explosion, and I whipped my head around to see red flames swirling around the pit.
Instinct kicked in before curiosity did. I dropped my beer and ran, as did every dwarf around me. We had been working on the new tower for a week, and were planning on ambitiously making it extend downwards into the pipe as well. Since the cistern pumps had been up and running for a few days now, the pipe was largely empty – but that didn’t make it safe.
Magma mist whipping around my legs, I ran across the supports to see a peasant, Rakust, holding on to the edge of the platform for dear life. I grabbed his hands and tried to pull him up.
“Help me…” he mumbled, dazed. I’d no idea what had happened, but I noticed that a lot of dwarves who had been working on the project were missing. This was not going to be a good day.
As if to prove me right, a gust blew magma mist onto my hands and I instictually withdrew them, scalded. No sooner had I done so than Rakust plummetted into the pit, disappearing into the crackly yellow foam.
“Rakust!” I shouted, scrambling back to the edge. Nothing. He was gone.
I looked around me. Dwarves all over looked unbearably sad. It wasn’t a time I would’ve liked to take a leadership role, but reluctantly I rounded everyone up for a headcount. We had lost four. Likast, Rakust, Erush, and… Doom, who had been walking by and was swept in by the mist. She had married Julius earlier in the week, drawn to his young earnestness. I suspect he would not be so earnest anymore.
I never did find out what had happened. It seems we simply cannot trust the pipe any longer. I’ll be happy when construction is complete and we no longer have to worry about such things.
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Yeah, someone fucked up the order that you build stuff in and thee was a 1x1 cave in… RIGHT beside where everyone was walking over the magma. A sad day indeed. We also need a new stonecrafter. There's a fifth peasant who's floating in perma-fall in the empty part of the pipe. We're gonna try to build a wall underneath him to see if he'll stop falling. Otherwise he's the magic flying magma dwarf forever.
Irwin’s managerie: 2 zombie lizardmen, 2 zombie frogmen, 1 mud man, 1 zombie fire imp, 1 zombie giant cave spider, 1 zombie giant toad, 1 zombie giant olm, 1 skeletal hydra… and 3 berserk elves. I gave elves the [NO_EAT], [NO_DRINK] and [NO_SLEEP] tokens to make sure they don’t go dying on us. Wahahaha.
Here’s some screenies of current projects.
First up, and overview. The first two levels of the walls are done on all sides. I'm also out of felsite again, despite mining more just for this.
Just started the new stables; what you can see there is the east wing (yes, there will be a west wing). That's for docentile animals; the more aggressive stuff will need cells.
The workhouse in front of the cabin is gone, replaced by a sandy farming dugout. It's got 16 3x3 farms. Should be more than enough food.
Here's construction of the tower in the magma pipe. Believe me, it's going to be TALL. I need to fit the forges and regular workshops in there, as well as storage, and I don't have a lot of width (though it'll get wider higher up). But it will be hella tall.
Just a cool shot of the cistern filling up. 6/12z filled completely thus far. That pumping system was complicated as hell, but worth it in the end.
The mural in Stonesense (not really that visible). It's gonna be the floor of the keep's entrance hall.
And last thing to mark off: We've got nobles! Hammerer, taxi, and baroness / baron consort. I don't want to write them in until they've got permanent names, so claim away (not worry about if you already have another dwarf, we have ove 100 now and there's more than enough to go around).
As for the mural: Yeah, it's an arrow... that repesents a bolt. For the medieval theme I'm kind of just pretending that Ubik and Macedon (who's an Elite Marksdwarf now too) are old-timey archers rather than crossbow users. I do need to add some feathers, but everything I've tried so far looks kinda weird. Ah well.
-Ed: It took 10 in-game days to fill, but 24 RL hours! The cistern's full and we're up from 1 FPS to a healthy 35 again. yee.
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