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[gumball135]

I've been threatening to do a community fortress for a long, long time. I've always put it on the back burner, giving excuses like ''new version will be here soon!'' (about a year before it was released) and so on and so forth. But no more! This'll be a pretty simple Community fort. I haven't tried out a fort in the new version before, so I know next to nothing about the new features. I'm not a very good DF player anyways, DF2010 or not, so there should be plenty of Fun, especially if those elephants in the corner of our embark have anything to say about it. I'm open to your suggestions as to what I should do around the fort, and while you're requesting a dorf you may as well write a description for him, too. I'll be keeping a list of all dorfs in the first post and also their status, but don't be afraid to poke me if I haven't mentioned your guy in a while. This might turn out to be a big failure, but I figured that I'd start this up while I'm still feeling optimistic

TL/DR: Starting up fort. Request dwarf; write description.

Begin!


Character template
Name:
Profession:
Back-story & goals:


List of dorfs
Gumbar (me), miner, was supposed to be expedition leader - Alive
Jack Brunch (Burnt Pies), miner/mason - Alive
Derek (Dermonster), soulchopper (woodcutter, carpenter) - Alive
Miquel Eldoro (Michael Zon), militia commander - Alive
Golko Foodsmelter (UmbrageOfShadow), who somehow ended up as expedition leader - Alive
Diablous (Diablous), mechanic - Alive
El Arbol (Sonerohi), farmer - Alive
Kuntatlosh Oban (TheCatfish), mechanic/mason/engraver - Alive
Urist the Red (Urist Immiknorris), mechanic - Dead (mood)
Urist the Blue (Urist Immiknorris), mechanic - Alive
Goldload Mistpicks (Tuxman), plastic surgeon - Alive
Keb McEngi (Mangled), mechanicook - Alive and kicking
Ripps Anters (Lafiel), Butcher/Doctor (both the same thing, really) - Not Dead
29 unclaimed migrants
1 dead unclaimed dorf

And some stats... (I'll update this from time to time, too)
Total population: 38
Total dead dwarves: 2
Total failed artefacts : 1
Total completed artefacts : 1
Total legendary dwarves: 2
Created Wealth: 98841
Total kill-count of our soldiers: -2 (Both dwarves. Yeah, we suck)

(As of 1st Moonstone, 315, Early Winter)

[gumball135]

The great dwarven king seemed to be looking directly into my soul. His dark, bloodshot eyes had been focused on me since I'd sat down a whole half hour before. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he'd been trying to intimidate me.

''So...'', he began finally, ''you wish to lead an expedition into uncharted land to begin a new fortress, do you not?''

 I nodded quickly, nervously. My hands were clasped together on the rough wooden table between myself and the king. I'd been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Every year, the king would sponsor one expedition, and one expedition only, to travel to distant lands and plant the seeds for a bustling new fortress. Young, foolish dwarves from around the empire would flock to the capital fortress, eager to acquire the wealth and fame available to expedition leaders. I shamefully admit that I am one of those foolish dwarves. I'd been lining up outside the king's throne room on this very day for the last 17 years, and finally, I'd been admitted inside. Now was my chance. If the king made me leader of this very expedition, I would be my own boss. No more kneeling before cruel masters, mining without pay and going on suicide runs through the Forests of Unholy Thundery Slaughter to trade with the far off kobolds of the south.

 ''Of course. Why else would you be here? I mean, you haven't come to listen to me blabber on about the purpose of this expedition, the responsibilities given to the idio-...mighty dwarf in charge, the pain that will be inflicted upon you by my personal hammerer if you fail to comply with my orders. You know all of that. I can see it in your eyes; you've been waiting for this position for a long time.'' The king stroked his beard, then took a sip from his golden, wine filled goblet. He really didn't know how right he was.

 ''But yeah, to be honest, I don't think you're really leader material,'' he said, ''I mean, your beard can't be more than 5 inches long. You can't be a REAL leader if you don't have a big beard. So, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. You can ASSIST my appointed leader. A brewer. He's a real nice bloke. Plus, his beard's almost as long as mine! You can't possibly go wrong if the leader has a big beard. Plus, he bribed me. HAHAHAHA!''

 My eyes bulged. I held my beard protectively. And, for one insane, extremely dwarven moment, I imagined myself beating my ''glorious'' king to death with a dead fish.
''With all due respect, sire,'' I said, ''ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH!!!???''
''Yes, I am, actually,'' he replied, calmly taking another sip of wine. At least, that's the scenario that went through my head.

 In reality, I managed to calm myself down and left the room after thanking my king quietly. He told me to head down to the trading centre the next day to meet my fellow expeditioners. From there, we'd set out on our journey to Mirrorscalded, Ónulcudíst, my home for the following few years.

 I went to bed, bitterly dissappointed, after drowning my sorrows in my best bottle of rum. The next day was going to be a long one.


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Woah, that took a long time to write. I'm probably going to write the majority of future updates in journal form, with the occasional battle/whatever else with a slightly more detailed description, like above.

Criticism is appreciated, wish me luck!

[Dermonster]

Ill take the woodcutter/carpenter/axedwarf.

Derek the Soulchopper.

Was released from a mental hospital for going into random berserk rages. IT has gone away, but who know what surfaces in the heat of battle... Out of combat: Is a bit weird and knows Real science at a level that he has no business knowing about. Firmly believes that the sun is a ball of gas,  Ect.

[Diablous]

I'll take the Mechanic.

Diablous.

Odd dwarf. Possesses a great love of machinery. Dreams of building a completely automated fortress.

[MichaelZon]

I would like the militia commander.

Miquel Eldoro.

A rookie who somehow managed to get to a high position only with his parents´ high social status and wealth. He himself knows this and has zero confidence in his own abilities.

[Burnt Pies]

I'd like the Miner, call him Jack Brunch, or her Jessica Brunch.

He/she is in mining to get rich quick from all the valuable stuff you can find in walls. Obsessed with wealth and the trappings of wealth.

[Urist Imiknorris]

I'll take an immigrant mechanic, named Urist the Red.

(S)he's somewhat power-hungry and slightly insane, driven to build the ultimate death-machine for enemies. Also refuses to let anyone else pull levers, with the exception of nobles pulling the noble-death lever. Refuses to haul anything but furniture.

[UmbrageOfSnow]

I'd like to take the Brewer/Cook please.

Name: Golko Foodsmelter
Profession: Restauranteur
Back-story & goals:
When the Mirrorscalded settlement expedition was preparing to leave, they started taking bids for a food services provider.  Convinced that the expedition was doomed to failure, none of the major food service conglomerates would make an offer without demanding high amounts of life insurance on their head cook.  Except Foodsmelter & Son LLC.

In an attempt to rid themselves of the black sheep of the family: Golko, who was a mediocre cook and brewer, and had absolutely no management ability, they offered him at half rate, and provided a huge feast to the Mirrorscalded planning committee.  So impressed by the quality of the food (cooked by chefs servicing the mountainhome, but attributed to Golko) and the low salary requested, the board not only took him on as cook, but hired him as expedition leader as well.  After all, a good chef must have keen organizational skills.

Now with a captive market, and the political power to enforce his monopoly, Golko must either learn to brew and cook before more qualified competition is established, or use his managerial position to employ any skilled cooks and brewers as low paid workers in his franchise.

His secret agenda as leader is to ensure all the stills, kitchens, farmer's workshops, butchershops, and unprepared food storage areas are placed out of the way of the populace and behind closed doors so that ordinary citizens have no idea how this stuff is made.  And to establish small, nearly identical dining rooms all over the fortress to tempt dwarves into impulse eating. (Of course one grand hall to allow for parties and large functions.)  Prepared food stockpiles in each dining area of course.

[sonerohi]

I'll be the farmer, if you please. El arbol for the name.

[gumball135]

From the journals of Gumbar, unspecified date

I've decided to keep this diary as a record of my stay here in Mirrorscalded. All the cool dwarves are doing it. Or not. We've arrived at our destination after a pretty uneventful trip. I spent most of the time asleep in the back of the wagon and drunk off my ass. The place seems nice enough; we've set up camp next to a brook. One of the others spotted a herd of elephants far off in the distance, but they'll leave us alone if we leave them alone. At least, that's what Golko ''Foodsmelter'' tells us. The guy who stole my position. I swear I'll take it back from him within a year, but 'till then, he's boss. He also tells us that he has big plans for this fort, and that he was a great cook and brewer back in the Mountainhome. In fact, he tells us a lot of things. And most of it a load of carp. I have proof; I tasted some of his plump helmet soup on the trip here, and between me and you, it tasted like a fucking puddle. Seriously. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd just gotten a ladle, pulled up at the side of the road and scooped a load of rainwater into a pot. Please don't ask me what he used to give it the brown color... I puked out my guts at least 3 times on the journey. Great cook? My huge, hairy dwarven ass he is.

 As for the others, there's El Arbol, a dwarf from the south-east of the empire. He isn't very well versed in the common dwarf tongue. In fact, I doubt that he has a vocabulary of more than 100 words. He'd better learn quickly. Then there's Jack Brunch, a jolly fellow. He's a miner, like myself. His philosophy is that if you dig deep enough into the earth, you'll find something of value. Which is a load of elephant excrement. I've heard tales of the dangers of digging deep. Carp demons, savage elephant people, unicorn-goblin offspring (don't ask). Oh, the horror. Miguel Eldoro, our militia commander, seems to be a complete loner. Or maybe he's just shy. Which is quite worrying, considering that, aside from the 2 war dogs, he'll be our only form of defense for the next few months. Diablous is obsessed with gadgets, mega-constructions, clockwork cities and elaborate death-traps. Pretty much your average dwarven mechanic. Finally, there's Derek ''The Soulchopper'' Edanuzol. Nicknamed so because he murdered SEVEN DWARVES in the Mountainhome during a berserk rage. After extensive therapy, dwarven doctors declared him ''back to normal''. All I know is that I'm staying at least 30 feet away from him at all times.

 So, to sum it all up for you, we have; a sniveling creep of a leader with no apparent leadership qualities (apart from his long beard. Man, our king is a douchebag), a barely literate farmer, a greedy miner who'll probably abandon us with all of our wealth within a month, a loner, a psycho, an insane mechanic and myself. OH JOY!

[gumball135]

Okay, I'm gonna start actually playing the game now Feel free to book migrants in advance.

[Diablous]

So far, so good. Can we make journals showing what our dwarves think of the events?

[gumball135]

So far, so good. Can we make journals showing what our dwarves think of the events?

Thanks. Of course you can. Feel free to give me advice/ideas, write journal entries, kick my ass if I don't mention your guy/gal...

It is a community fort after all

[Diablous]

Journal of Diablous.

Well, we are here. I came on the expedition with the hope of bringing my dream to life. A fully automated fortress. I probably should have gotten to know the leader, Golko Foodsmelter, before I signed up. This dumbass cares nothing about automation! I mentioned the idea to him and he said it would never work, and that I shouldn't even try it because, "It will end in failure, and even if it does work it can't do better than a real dwarf, like me, can." Honestly, he thinks he's so great. He says he was one of the best cooks in the mountain homes. I would rather eat pitcheblend than the slop he cooks. Not to mention his beer. Rain water tastes better. I could make a machine that can make food and booze better than his in my sleep.

Well, I suppose the others are less annoying than him. We have this miner named Gumbar who is always whining about how he was supposed to be the expedition leader. When the elections for mayor come around, I might vote for him so he stops whining. We also have a dwarf named El Arbol. He is the farmer. He is not from around here. Tried to talk to him, could not understand a word he said. Then there is Jack Brunch, another miner. He says the best stuff always in the deep. There is some legendary stuff in the deep I've always wanted to make mechanisms out of, but the horrors within might not be worth it. Supposedly the horrors destroy falling bridges instead of the other way around. Joy. Then there is Miguel Eldoro, or militia commader. He has no confidence in himself. And he is our only line of defense. We are all going to die. Maybe I can make some traps to help him. Last we have Derek Edanuzol. Also known as "The Soulchopper". He is our woodcutter and our carpenter. He went beserk a few years back and murdered seven dwarves. The doctors think he is cured. I just know I am staying away from the surface and his workshop.
 
So we have a psycho that we are giving an axe to, a whiner miner, a miner that will unlease horrors from the deep in his greed, a farmer who I cannot understand at all, a militia commander with no confidence, A leader who can't cook, and me. This will not end well.

[gumball135]

From the journals of Gumbar, 1st Granite, 304, Early Spring

After spending a day or two planning out the design of the fort (which doesn't seem to be TOO terrible), myself and Jack Brunch have begun digging. Derek is chopping down trees to the south of the camp, and the others are helping him pile the logs into a temporary stockpile. Things'll probably progress like this for a month or two till the shell of the fortress has been dug out. Boy, I can't wait to get out of the sun.


10th Felsite, 314, Late Spring

It's been a while. Most of the fortress proper has been dug out. In fact, pretty much all of it has been dug out. Myself and Jack have begun strip mining in attempt to find stone with which to make trade goods and furniture. It's only been a few days and we've already found a vein of magnetite! This'll be handy if a good blacksmith ever arrives at the fort. Migrants will probably come in force next spring.

 In other news, Diablous has taken up a grudge with Derek. Or the other way around. All I'll say is, wow, that dwarf has guts.

 Golko assigned me the jobs of broker and bookkeeper, which makes sense. He knows who's REALLY the better leader here.


Early Summer, can't be assed to find the date. Suck it.

Summer! Not much news, to be honest. We discovered coal and aluminium in the mines a short while after my last entry.

 Diablous has begun sketching out plans to irrigate a farm which Jack and myself have begun digging out. El Arbol gave him a few tidbits of advice, but that's about as much as they've been doing, aside from hauling. Miguel has been keeping an eye on the elephants. Derek made us all beds. Golko is being useless (well, my view is pretty biased, but whatever). Pretty much how I expect it to be for the next few months.

 We've all been working together, drafting up future fortress plans. Golko seems obsessed with making mini ''Walk-by'' food stockpiles around the place, stocked up with food made by himself. The rest of us are more concerned with setting up a hospital, an above ground trading centre, the farms, defences, etc.

 The first few months have been uneventful. Boring, even. But we'll stick at it until this place is a hive of dwarven activity! A hive, I tell you!

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Great journal entry, Diablous. Made me laugh. Everyone else can feel free to add in their own material to the thread; in fact, I'd lurv it.

The first couple of months'll be pretty boring, but I hope I'm not doing too bad a job of writing it up so far. Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong.