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[halftime]

Hey everyone! I'm new here.

So after losing a couple painstaking months of progress on my most recent fortress to the item-melting crash bug (it happened twice before I realized what was causing it), I've decided to give one of these community games a try. They look like fun. I will warn you, though, I'm fairly new to the game, so I will probably fail spectacularly, and sooner rather than later. But hey, that's half the fun, right?

First off, I'll need some volunteers. If you want to take part in this glorious trainwreck, here's what I need from you:

* Name
* Preferred gender (I'll do my best with the starting group I'm given)
* Profession
* Any other personal information, for flavor's sake
* Preferences regarding starting gear or embark point, if any (again, I'll do my best)
* Your dwarf's goals for himself/herself (Legendary Wood Burner!) or for the fortress (1x1 platinum pillar as high as it can go!), if any

Ridiculous/impractical ideas are highly encouraged, because they will make the schadenfreude that much sweeter when they go horribly, horribly wrong.

I'm going to reserve one dwarf for myself to round out the skill set, so once I've got 6 responses I'll fire up the world generator and get this thing underway!

Initial Immigrants
1. Teyo, carpenter [me!]
2. Captain Brunch, swordsdwarf
3. Miss Slaughter, swordsdwarf
4. Deon Gaurd, axedwarf
5. Arni Naurloth, miner
6. Ashford, cook
7. Helga van Zant, doctor

1st Wave
8. Doppel, carpenter (to become a swordsdwarf once I can make swords)
9. Mafol, mason [unclaimed!]
10. Led, weaponsmith [unclaimed!]
11. Melbil, weaver [unclaimed!]
12. Cog, glassmaker [unclaimed!]
13. Onul, fish dissector [unclaimed!]
14. Stukos, broker [unclaimed!]

2nd Wave
15. Spartan, cheese maker
16. Kogan, furnace operator [unclaimed!]
17. Shorast, brewer [unclaimed!]
18. Muthkat, pump operator [unclaimed!]

Fortress Baby!
19. Dakost, baby [unclaimed!]

3rd Wave
20. Dumed, engraver [unclaimed!]
21. Kulet, ranger [unclaimed!]
22. Nye "The Professor", doctor
23. Amost, thresher [unclaimed!]
24. Amost, peasant [unclaimed!]
25. Ilral, hunter [unclaimed!]
26. Fath, wood burner [unclaimed!]
27. Imush, gem setter [unclaimed!]
28. Cog, furnace operator [unclaimed!]
29. Kogan, cheese maker [unclaimed!]
30. Unib, soap maker [unclaimed!]
31. Dishmab, architect [unclaimed!]
32. Cog, trapper [unclaimed!]
33. Kivish, clothier [unclaimed!]
34. Rigoth, clerk [unclaimed!]
35. Urvad, fishery worker [unclaimed!]
36. Monom, fish cleaner [unclaimed!]
37. Ezum, animal trainer [unclaimed!]
38. Edem, peasant [unclaimed!]
39. Ustuth, fish dissector [unclaimed!]
40. Ineth, lye maker [unclaimed!]
41. Likot, child [unclaimed!]
42. Muthkat, child [unclaimed!]

Fortress baby!
43. Erush, baby [unclaimed!]

4th Wave
44. Kivish, bone carver [unclaimed!]
45. Vabok, stone crafter [unclaimed!]
46. Led, animal trainer [unclaimed!]
47. Sakzul, butcher [unclaimed!]
48. Asmel, surgeon [unclaimed!]
49. Atis, animal caretaker [unclaimed!]
50. Ingish, hunter [unclaimed!]
51. Rimtar, farmer [unclaimed!]
52. Kel, metalcrafter [unclaimed!]
53. Ezum, clothier [unclaimed!]
54. Vabok, tanner [unclaimed!]
55. Goden, mason [unclaimed!]
56. Fath, fisherdwarf [unclaimed!]
57. Thikut, hunter [unclaimed!]
58. Zefon, woodcutter [unclaimed!]
59. Geshud, ranger [unclaimed!]
60. Libash, brewer [unclaimed!]
61. Zon, fish dissector [unclaimed!]
62. Lor, woodcutter [unclaimed!]
63. Kel, leatherworker [unclaimed!]
64. Bomrek, administrator [unclaimed!]
65. Tholtig, furnace operator [unclaimed!]

Fortress baby!
66. Melbil, baby [unclaimed!]

[Burnt Pies]

Name: Captain Brunch
Pref Gender: either
Profession: Sword 'n Board fighter (swordsmanship, shield user)
Other information: Insanely confident about his invincibility due to wielding a shield.
If you're planning on forging your equipment on site, bring stuff to make him a bronze/steel sword and shield. otherwise, cheap sword 'n shield, if you can afford them.
Targets: He wants to get himself a full set of adamantium armour and become more feared than most titans/megabeasts.

[Doppel]

Name: Miss Slaughter
Gender: Female
Profession: Short sword, armor user (you can give her some butchering professions also)
Targets: Bismuth Bronze armor, steel sword

(She can be a random, at least novice sword dwarf migrant)

or, some random kid/baby called Doppel who eventually will get drafted into the military.
Targets: Failing massively

[Deon]

Name: Deon Gaurd
Gender: Preferrably male
Profession: Axeman, armor user, shield user
Desired equipment: bronze/Bismuth bronze armor (preferrably full ), steel axe, any shield (not buckler)

[Arni]

Name: Arni Naurloth
Grender: Preferrably male
Profession: Miner
Goal: Dig a huge and EPIC dining room. 5 z-levels high with pillars.

[Burnt Pies]

looks like you've got a lot of soldiers there. you're welcome to change my chap to something more useful. just call him Jon Brunch if that happens.

[halftime]

Hurrah, replies already! Let's see...

BP: Actually, I think that having an unusually combat-ready starting group might make for a nice challenge... Sure beats my usual strategy of focusing entirely on trade goods and architecture and then getting massacred by the first goblin ambush to show up.

Doppel: Let's say I make Miss Slaughter one of the starting seven, and I'll name the first available baby/child/sword-trained immigrant Doppel and have them join the military.

Arni: Awesome. I've already got an idea for the dining room sketched out... We'll see if my grasp of Dwarven architecture is strong enough to prevent any cave-ins.

[Nihilist]

Name: Ashford
Gender: Preferably male
Profession: Cook
Goal: Make the finest Dragon Cuisine in a magma fired kitchen

Traits: Gungho and daring, will tantrum if eats or witnesses others eating Ogre meat.

[halftime]

Okay, this thread has drifted off the front page, so I figured I had just better get going. Newcomers can feel free to claim the doctor, if they'd like. And now, my attempt at prose:

***

The year is 1051, and the Plank of Mansions is enjoying a period of sustained, if tenuous, stability. It seems hard to believe that it was only a century ago that a mighty beast attacked the Mountainhome during the annual harvest festival and slew the entire extended royal family, who had gathered there for the occasion. By a quirk of succession law, the next dwarf in line for the throne was a lowly fishery worker named īngiz, living in an obscure coastal village. Few believed that this inexperienced fifteen-year-old whelp would last long as their king, but he possessed a keen political mind that belied his youth and humble origins. He weathered many attempts to usurp his crown, each time gaining more respect and awe from his increasingly devoted subjects.

Once he had finally cemented his position as rightful ruler of the land, he began a series of massive construction projects, the most notable of which was the gleaming metal fortress for which he earned his title, Castlebronze. The Plank of Mansions now seems powerful and secure, but there are anxious whispers to be heard. īngiz, who is slowly but surely growing older, has never married or sired any children. It is unclear who will rule the land when he dies, and many fear the period of instability that inevitably accompanies the establishment of a new bloodline. If īngiz shares these concerns, he shows no sign, choosing instead to immerse himself in various new projects.

His latest interest is the colonization effort. Now that peace and unity have been established within the kingdom, the king has turned his attention outward. For the first time in centuries, Dwarven expeditions are traveling to the outlying lands, to see what new wonders they will find.

Several weeks ago, I was selected to join one such expedition. We've almost arrived at our destination, and I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to react. Have I just received a great honor, or a death sentence? Or possibly both?

***

The wagon picks its way through the wilderness, which is both upsettingly humid and distressingly overgrown, not to mention disconcertingly flat. To pass the time, I once again review the scant papers I was given by the king's advisor. Our team has been dispatched to the edge of the Calm Dune, an expanse of lifeless, featureless desert that appears in the middle of the burgeoning jungle through which we are now traveling. Preliminary scouts were unable to find any reasonable explanation for this stark contrast, and several wise dwarves have theorized that the Calm Dune is an aberration caused by some geological oddity deep underground. Our team's mission is to dig downwards in hopes of discovering the truth.

That all seems simple enough, though it's implied that I'm also expected to establish an economic and military presence in the area. And that's not taking into account my traveling companions, who seem to have ideas of their own about this mission. I glance up from my papers at their now-familiar faces. Arni the miner keeps sketching out designs for grand throne rooms and dining halls that well exceed the needs of our simple mission. I've given up on trying to explain this to him. Meanwhile, Ashford the chef keeps insisting that one can only properly enjoy Dwarven cuisine that's been cooked over a magma furnace. She was raised near the mouth of a volcano, I gather. She's the only one who doesn't seem bothered by the sweltering heat of this place, at any rate. And then there's that shifty-eyed doctor, who keeps to herself mostly, but I just know she's plotting something...

At least the three soldiers who were sent on the mission seem mostly focused on continuing their martial training and forging some better armor. Walking out ahead of the wagon is the expedition leader Captain Brunch, who claims that she can use her shield to block any conceivable attack. She is accompanied by Miss Slaughter, whom I mistakenly addressed as Miss Laughter when we first met and barely lived to tell the tale. I still say that whoever misspelled her name on the papers I was given, did so intentionally. And bringing up the rear there's Deon, who prefers to fight with an axe and is very proud of that fact. I swear, if he starts one more argument with the other two about how the axes are better than swords, I'm putting him on permanent woodcutting duty.

The wagon bounces to a halt. I turn back around and see that we have reached the edge of the jungle. The Calm Dune stretches before us, a dry, featureless expanse of eerily glistening black sand. We have arrived.

[Zifnab]

I'll claim the doctor.

Name:  Helga van Zant
Profession: der Doktor
Other interests:  Anatomy, leather, spikes, and PAIN
Goals:  In addition to being the best doctor she can be, building a hidden chamber for her fun.  She will also resort to injuring other dwarves to get a chance to improve her doctoring skills. (Dropping children of 3-4 level bridges and what not.)

[halftime]

Okay, I've realized that if I keep writing at that level of detail, I'll never get anywhere. I think I'll have to give periodic brief updates, and save the really epic descriptions for major events. Anyway, not too much of interest has happened yet... And worse yet, I've learned that the game really is quite serious when it warns you to avoid aquifers. Oops. >.>

***

Seasonal update--Summer 1051:

We have succeeded in establishing the basic necessities--indoor storage, bedrooms, a small underground farm. Despite reports of strange jungle beasts lurking in the distance, so far they've steered well clear of our settlement. We have another problem, however--we seem to have settled atop a large aquifer that limits our downward progress, and have not yet managed to locate any usable stone hidden in all the sand and clay. Arni the miner remains hopeful, though, and has redoubled his efforts to search for solid rock. In the meantime, though, we all have to settle for wooden furniture.

We also have yet to appoint dwarves to various positions, such as sheriff, manager, broker, and bookkeeper. Hopefully those who are interested in taking on the extra responsibility will make their wishes known.

[halftime]

New migrants! I'll update the original post accordingly in a moment.

***

Seasonal update--Fall 1051:

I am told that we have now entered the "dry season," although I'm not sure that it could get much drier than its been all summer. Still no luck in getting through the aquifer, but Arni has formulated a new plan involving a dwarf-powered pump. I'm skeptical, but we don't seem to have any better ideas right now.

A band of reinforcements arrived over the summer: another seven dwarves to assist our progress. One of them was a mason, unfortunately--looks like she'll have to pick up a new line of work, at least until we get past that blasted aquifer. The rest of them should be able to get to work once we've expanded the living quarters to accommodate them. The migrants also brought with them some cats, which should prove useful in weeding out the vermin that have been creeping into our storage rooms.

The guards Deon and Miss Slaughter seem to have struck up a romance, and just recently announced their engagement. I suppose it's unsurprising that these two were drawn together, given that the soldiers have had plenty of free time in these peaceful months. In any case, we have begun work on a modest meeting hall in anticipation of their upcoming nuptials.

[Doppel]

Cool. Could you possibly post our personal pages. Hope you'll be able to puncture the aquifer somehow.

[Spartan 117]

I'll take the cheesemaker.

CHEESEMAKER SPARTAN, I SHALL GIFT CHEESEY SNACKS TO ALL. Or if this is 40d, I'll just haul stuff and be cannon fodder.

[Zifnab]

I'm pretty sure you can breach the aquifer with the help of a couple of all wood screw pumps and dwarf power (pump operating).  If you do it wrong, be prepared to flood your fort/drown your miners.

Have FUN.