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[nahkh]

Ah. One of the refugees just got a mood. Let's see what happens.

EDIT: He's screaming for thread, by the way. Just thread.

EDIT 2: Oh so it's cloth thread. Not silk thread.
Ok here's a solution. We remove the barricade and reclaim some thread from the elves. There's bound to be some lying around. And most of the skeletal elephants are gone (though their zombie cousins are still around).

EDIT 3: No no, silk thread was fine. And he's currently constructing an artefact out of two cave spider silk threads. What's he going to do? Make string?

EDIT 4: And here's the result.

[nahkh]

That's our boneyard. The rightmost corridor has general tombs, or memorials or whatever, and the two leftmost corridors will house a simple burial chamber for each of the dwarves in Deepspark proper.

I find it ironic that the many waves of migrants lie scattered aboveground, their bones bleaching in the sun, abandoned and alone, while deep under the earth these crazy dwarves have built memorials with each of their names. Go figure.


EDIT:
It occurs to me that I since I have two fortresses, and each can supply the other with things they need, maybe I should set up a barter system of some kind. What do you guys think? Fifty logs for one plump helmet spawn?

[Nonsapient]

Don't let them taint one another! It's best they think they are alone, that they may struggle harder to survive.

[nahkh]

Oh right

Man this is hilarious. One fort is living in unimaginable plenty and luxury, while another (with about twice as many dwarves) struggles to survive another day.

EDIT: Oh and if someone wants a better look at the refugees' living area, I just uploaded a fresh map. Check out the link in the first post.

[nahkh]

YES



WE FOUND IT! WE FOUND PLUMP HELMETS!
I DON'T KNOW HOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHEN BUT WE FOUND PLUMP HELMETS!
ALL OUR TROUBLES ARE OVER! HUZZAH! HUZZAH! ALL HAIL GRUNK! ALL HAIL GRUNK!

[nahkh]

We shall celebrate this wonderful occasion by building a dining hall!

And there's more good news! A child has been born to the refugees. Thanks to that one plump helmet, this baby WILL LIVE! AND SHE WILL HAVE A WONDERFUL LIFE! She will now have the chance to grow old and work and enjoy the fruits of her labour. Truly this is a happy day.

[nahkh]

Ok, so one of the refugees' children had a mood and we're scrambling to figure out which workshop he wants and in the meantime Brak's churning out masterpiece coffins for the ruling elite and then

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Huh.



Edit: Ok guys, new rule. Never and I repeat NEVER go to the eastern bank. I better put up a sign or something. 'all hope abandon ye who enter here' or something.

[Urist McOverlord]

Bring forth the fiery doom!
His, I mean.

[nahkh]

No need.



Besides, he'd eat us for breakfast.

[nahkh]

Hokay, so this changes things. Panic time is nao, yes?

[Oglokoog]

Panic time is nao, yes?

Yes. Plus, it being composed of snow and all, I'm not sure you can kill it.

[nahkh]

Well THAT's reassuring.

Ok, this is no time to panic. It doesn't have wings, and after watching it a while I haven't seen it take off. So it most likely can't fly. And our constructed walls are invulnerable, I hope. So we're still good. In fact it makes our moat more effective, dropping the victim into the lap of Gened.

I guess I should quietly wall this place in all the way, just to be sure. Maybe even have the refugees wall themselves in.

... No.
I will never take a pussy option like that. Fuck this monster and all the future ones. We'll stand tall and have pride in our manliness. We will keep a silent vigil over the monsters in the depths, and teach them to respect dwarven ingenuity! TO VICTORY!

Better finish building those tombs, though.

[nahkh]

Hitting the sack for today. Be back sometime in the future.


Also, managed to salvage the refugee child's mood. He's now a legendary wood crafter. Some harp or some shit like that I dunno.

Love,
 -N

[Imp]

Am muchly enjoying your storytelling style.  And was quite amused by the coincidence of that newborn's stats...

You painted the picture, the starving, desperate crowd of refugees with almost nothing to eat, and to them a babe is born....

She is incredibly skinny.  Even her lips are thin.   Children born into deprivation tend to either become excessively demanding and greedy or very withdrawn and prone to giving up... she is often sad and dejected, she has a deep well of patience.  Nice touch.

[darkflagrance]

The insanity is appealing to me. I wonder how long it will take for that baby girl to die in this madhouse.

I'll like some migrant that ends up destined for the military please.

The only reason why I would come to a frontier fort is to find adventure and a swift, brutal death. Call him or her "Frag".