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[Ledi]

It's great to see the turn-up, since McNorris can't start until Sunday, I'll release the save Saturday night and we'll see how long the Queen can keep her meddling hands to herself.

[oidip]

Sounds fun. I quite like this because I cannot really get to grips with most succession games due to my strange building habits.

Edit: Hopefully on Saturday my computer will be fixed too.

Started

Oh and I'll just leave this here:


Wow...
I'm off to a good start. 12 days. 1 dead. 1 injured.

Ok Scratch that I've had to restart.
Instead I'm up to late winter year 1 and only one dead. Even then that was because I built a poorly designed obsidian farm.

[eclipsetail]

SO you release the save, and then we do whatever we want with it, making up the queen's orders?

[breadbocks]

No. We run it, keeping a log, and every once in a while, the dude who runs this says "Queen's orders: Build a tower." Things like that.

[Caode]

I love this concept.

I would love to play, but I'm actually away from DF all weekend (!) can I still play catchup afterward?

Edit: Wonderous, here goes! I need to figure out how to upload pictures though.


Year One.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"You have arrived. After a journey from the Mountainhomes into the forbidding wilderness beyond, your harsh trek has finally ended. Your party of seven is to make an outpost for the glory of all of Zirilled. There are almost no supplies left, but with stout labor comes sustenance. Whether by bolt, plow, or hook, provide for your dwarves. You are expecting a supply caravan just before winter entombs you, but it is Spring now. enough time to delve secure lodgings, ere the wolves get hungry. A new chapter of dwarven history begins here at this place, Oslanzim, "Windcrested". Strike the earth!" And with that, our 'Advisor to the Queen' turned his back and departed. And good riddance. These long months travelling have brought nothing but criticism from him. "Oh, our Queen wont like that!" "Please try and do your best, our Queen put much faith in you." Pure nonsense. We both know the Queen sent me out here because of my fathers bid for the throne. I'm here to punish him, so no doubt the Queen will be harsh in her demands. I know of no better way to spit in her eye than to make this outpost into the envy of all dwarfkind and make her come to me. There's much work to be done before that. I must get started.

- Caode Ledkebon


One Granite, year fifty-two.

Granite has come and gone and work is proceeding.. slowly. We've not even moved our gear inside yet! Our miners are doing their best, but if we're to handle any sort of defense, we need to hurry. They've mostly finished the entrance tunnel, which of course will be laden quite heavy with traps. I've planned out three areas in that hallway that will eventually become quite the effective defensive slaughtering grounds when completed. 

I'm more than enthused about this. 


Six Malachite, 52

Some migrants arrived today, doubling our numbers. No one especially... good-for-anything came but who am I to scoff at help? Now we'll actually get all our wood inside before winter strikes! Their last leg of their journey involved running from the local alligators. Luckily for us, no one was injured.  They claim they made camp one night with a dwarf headed back to the Mountainhome. He apparently laughed maniacally when told where they were headed. I'm quite worried now as the Queen might be harsher than I thought. We must persevere. We will.


Twenty-eigth Galena, 52

The unthinkable has happened!
We've made every preparation for this to not happen, but it has! We've run out of alcohol! There will be bloodshed if I don't find a solution fast.  I believe one of our farmers has some brewing experience. I must have a word with him. Now.

Twelve Limestone, 52

Disaster averted. After 'calmly' talking to our brewer and 'explaining the situation' he 'agreed' to go make
something for us to drink.   That was three days ago. He hasn't stopped making drinks since.  Since then, someone brought to my attention a constant quiet rumbling sound coming from some of the workshops.  I'll have to investigate it later.


Twenty Sandstone, 52

Today some migrants arrived, bringing with them a quite talented fisherman, another farmer, an animal trainer, and my future captain of the guard, who also likes to mine.   Oh, and alligators. Lots of those.  One of those damned creatures attacked and ripped off our dog's head! Suffice it to say, the dog didn't survive for long after that. We chased them off, but I have a feeling they'll be back, with far greater numbers. Wretched beasts.


One Moonstone, 52.

Winter is upon us.
Our food stores are low and we are far behind in our production. We have very little to trade currently are I'm trying to stall for a bit of time that our craftsdwarves can use to pump out rock sculptures or the like. This isn't good. We need that food. I'm afraid we might have to take it by force. They're getting quite impatient.

Eightteen Moonstone, 52.

The merchants have left, and we had to work overtime, but we made enough to buy food for the winter. There will be hell to pay if we ever reach that low on foodstuffs ever again. I'll make sure of it. That cursed rumbling grows. I wonder what it is.


Twenty-eight Obsidian

Spring has arrived, and not a moment too soon. Our maze doors are almost fully rigged up to allow locking remotely, in case of a siege, and then we have to line the maze with traps for anyone stupid enough to walk in. Hopefully this will be done by next year.  Maybe get the stockpiles sorted out too. 

The first year was rough, with many setbacks, but we survived, and our actions here will go down in the
histories of all dwarfkind. One day. I hope my father is doing well.

Year two.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Twenty-eight Slate, 53

Today more migrants arrived. Twenty-one of them. Many talented.  This is a good sign. The more talented dwarves flock to us, the less -she- has.   Our farmers are working overtime now, trying to feed us all. I myself have to make us all beds.  I wasn't exactly prepared for this mass of people. We'll adapt though, have no worry there, but this will be a bumpy night.  No alligators this time. that's a relief. I'll take small joys in what I can, and not getting beheaded is one of them.

Eleven Felsite, 53

An elven caravan arrived today. They were.. oddly polite. They were visibly appalled by the lack of trees in the local area, but they said nothing.  Normally my opinion of elves falls along the lines of most dwarves, in that they are only good for fueling a forge, but these I might not harm.  They gave us some nice berries with which our brewer will try making different alcohols. The most promising one being the 'sun berry'.Our woodworker decided to try and insult them a bit and withdrew from society. He took over a craftsdwarfs workshop and made a chestnut amulet which he called 'Lenod Mostod, "The Seeds of Shaming". It has spikes of chestnut and cave spider silk on it, though how he got spikes of silk I'll never know.  Perhaps I should send it off to the elves as a gift?


Twenty-Four Hematite, 53

More migrants today, bringing along one of the most talented blacksmiths in our region! We're now digging out an outpost on the lip of the volcano to stock beds, supplies and raw metals for our new industry.  We are now 48 strong.


Ten Limestone, 53

For a while it was quiet, nothing happening except the lovely sounds of alligators dying.  Now our star mechanic is acting like she's possessed.  She wants to make something, and I for one, wont stop her. She started work in her mechanics shop with lots of limonite, some gypsum and rough tigereyes. I'm quite curious what this will be.

P.S. 
Later, one of our hunters came and announced that he was attached to his crossbow.  That got him a strange look from the crowd and sent back out to work.  Odd fellow, that one.

Sixteen Limestone, 53

Tudrugedol, "Vandalweather" was born today. A limonite mechanism.  Nothing that exciting, but the mechanic seems quite proud of it. I've told everyone else to act impressed. We're not.


Twelve Moonstone, 53

Bittersweet news. Ast Cilobsterus, a mining student of our legendary duo, decided to experiment with the odd obsidian floor around the lip of the volcano against my explicit orders. He channeled out a section of floor only to find that there is nothing but lava under it. Down he fell into the lava, screaming the whole while.  It took him two days to bleed to death, but even doomed he was dwarven to the bone. In the midst of his screams of agony he yelled up that he found an adamantine vein.  We've begun a monument to him, and eventually, hopefully, we'll place a slab of adamantine at his statue's feet. 


Twenty-six Moonstone, 53

Wonderous news! Kogsak Umamerith, one of our farmers gave birth a baby girl today!  Atir Ostathmonom is her name.  We're throwing a party in her honor later today! Oh the cycle of life and death continues.

Eight Obsidian, 53

A yeti decided to show his face, and wanted to cause some trouble.  He was met by our squad of archers.  To be honest, they're horrible shots. It must have been pure luck that someone shot him in the heart.  Luckily not too much damage was done in his rampage. Four hours of repair work and we were back on track.

Seventeen Obsidian, 53

We caught ourselves a thief today, but not before our guard cougar took a bite out of him, and some of our archers put a couple wholes in his body.  All in all, he's alive. I've no idea what to do with him, we can't question him since he doesn't seem to speak common nor dwarven, and no one here speaks whatever the hell he does.  I figure we'll just throw him in the volcano, or perhaps use him as an archery target.  I've not made up my mind yet.


One Granite, 54

Another year has finished, and we're finally on track.  One disturbing piece of news was that there are no fish around here anymore.  Other than that, it was a slow year. Quite pleasant, actually.  Hopefully next year finds us in good fortune.  That low, constant rumble is still a mystery to me. It's getting more serious. I've noticed that the louder it gets, the more lungfish remains I find everywhere. I hope that's just a coincidence.

First Request!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Two Granite, 54

After an.. odd meeting with the Queens advisor today he informed me of her demand of an outdoor garden.  The look of distaste on his face said it quite clearly. She wont have many friends here if she orders such.. undwarven things like that.  The papers clearly state what she wants, but I'm going to pretend that instead of a flower garden, she wants a statue garden. It's far more respectable.





Nine Granite, 54

Olon Fikodgisek, one of our idle fisherdwarves withdrew from socieity today.  Which is not much of a change, since they didn't really have friends in the first place. He decded he wanted to make a chestnut earring, which is apparently extremely detailed.  It's also just an earring.


Twenty Slate, 54

Twenty more migrants arrived today, bringing us to sixty-eight strong. Many of them helped with the 'garden' and we're almost done.

Ten Felsite, 54

Right as we are finishing up our 'garden' some elves arrive. While it's most certainly my job to keep track of such things, I forgot it was spring. We have nothing that wont offend them ready for trade. They have a giant eagle.  I want it.

I suppose we can trade them some copper bars, or something...


Eleven Felsite, 54

We are done Her Majesty's... orders. It took some time to track down Urist McAdvisor, but finally I found him and told him to notify the Queen that the garden was done.  By the look on his face I could tell he approved of what I've done. I'm well aware that I'll probably receive some sort of punishment for it, but one has to keep their dwarven honor.

Be well, father.

Second Request:

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One Granite, 55

After a long day of work I arrived in my office to find two letters waiting on my desk.  One plain, with no seal, the other marked clearly as from the Queen.  I read the former first.  Derm, one of our local battle fanatics, wants a new battle axe. Admittedly, he has been using a worn out copper one for these last couple of years.  I'll see what I can do about getting him a proper one. And a nice suit of armor while I'm at his. His birthday is coming up soon, after all.

The Queens letter actually brought a smile to my face. She wants a bunker built away from the fortress that dwarves can escape to, with it's own food and drink.  Ironic. Six months ago I started work on exactly this. Except instead of being a waste of stone and space, it's also our metalforging area.  Honestly, why would the Queen want an area of a fortress to be wasted space?  Is she insane?

It's been some time since I recieved word from my father. I'll send a letter to him with the messenger that informs the Queen that we've.. finished.

[Ledi]

No. We run it, keeping a log, and every once in a while, the dude who runs this says "Queen's orders: Build a tower." Things like that.

Dudette, but otherwise, correct! 

I love this concept.

I would love to play, but I'm actually away from DF all weekend (!) can I still play catchup afterward?

Of course you can. ^^ The first week I will make a little slower than the others in case more people decide to join. There's no problems with people joining midway-through as long as they can satisfy the queen's wishes demands before she loses patience (i.e. the next demand comes through) - and while trying to set up their fort.

[Dermonster]

So there are going to be logs for this?

I'm not actually participating but I feel interested in following. How is it going to work?

Upload the logs on a different site, or is it going to be a giant mishmash right here?


Edit: For convenience, I will add my request here.
For EACH AND EVERY FORTRESS in this thread, I request a technically immortal Axe-dwarf named Derm with a profession of Soulchopper.

Whenever he dies, the next military leader is granted his name and title, like a passing of the torch.

[Ledi]

So there are going to be logs for this?

I'm not actually participating but I feel interested in following. How is it going to work?

Upload the logs on a different site, or is it going to be a giant mishmash right here?

Mishmash right here, more or less. Each participant will edit their original post to add their log under spoiler tags for the update. That way we won't have to try and sort out which Oslanzim is which.

[Biag]

Definitely posting interest. My last fort got eaten by HFS (and two goblin ambushes that made it INTO MY FRICKING DINING ROOM before anyone noticed), I've been looking for something interesting.

[Ledi]

Hello all!

Saturday night, here is thy save! [redacted]

Have a few days free to set up, the advisor has to inform the Queen that you have arrived before she can start making demands. ^^

[Sir Broccoli]

Now accepting dorfings!
Just pick a name and a profession, I can't give you a 100% guarantee that you'll get the profession you want though.

Spoiler: Named dwarves (click to show/hide)

'SethCreiyd' Giginmebzuth, Adept glassmaker (Male)

Military dwarves
'Ascubacus' Domasdodók, Adequate swordsdwarf (Female)
'Derm' Cattenakrul Gósmer Med, Competent Axedwarf (Female)

Spoiler: Entry 01 (magma and spoilermetal) (click to show/hide)

From the log of Sir Broccoli:



Here we are: Oslanzim, or "Windcrested" as humans might call it. It's not a bad place for an outpost; surface magma, sand and I just know there's a sedimentary layer down here somewhere.
There's a wagon here already, but no sign of it's owners (unless you call a rotting donkey skeleton a sign). We checked it, and we found an anvil and two picks in there. We won't be needing them since we brought our own, but it's still a nice bonus.
I got my usual team with me: Two miners (who also know how to detail stone so they have something to do when they're not digging), a woodworker, a mason, a jeweler, me (a glassmaker) and a farmer.



First person to catch all the references gets a cookie

Something strange happened as soon as we got here though: There was a pond of some sort near the magma pipe and all of the water flowed into the crater, making obsidian and causing a slight cave in...



...Wait a second...dwarven...sense...tingling...




Adamantine!
Sure, it's still buried deep underground and surrounded by a sea of magma. But still, adamantine.

Anyway, I started with some basic stuff. Mason builds tables for the dining room, carpenter build beds, miners dig a home. I, however, had nothing to do. We don't have access to the magma yet and I sure as hell am not going to use one of those old-fashioned coal-powered furnaces (not with magma lying around!) So I told the miners to go and get me some magma.
"How?" they asked me.
"Whaddya mean 'How'? The same way we always do it! Dig a tunnel to the magma, dig another tunnel above it and channel out the last piece."
"But we can't." He responded, "The magma pipe has the same shape on each level, if we channel out the last piece the top tunnel will flood as well as the bottom one."
"Well... What if you do it anyway? The magma will drain to the bottom tunnel so it's probably safe."
"Really?"
"I think it might."
"You think it might probably be safe?"
"Definitely."

So the miner went off to dig my magma tunnels...




...And he survived, how boring.

Spoiler: Entry 02 (Migrants, a military and more migrants) (click to show/hide)

Forgot to take screenshots, sorry!

From the log of Sir Broccoli:

Several migrants arrived today, I ordered one of them (A peasant named SethCreiyd) to help me with my glassmaking duties and one of them is a metalsmith. This means that we don't have enough magma to power all of our furnaces, so we dug an extra-big cistern.
There's still one small problem though: We have a metalsmith, but almost no metal ores. Looks like we're going to need some exploratory mining...
...Or not! We dug down and immedeately hit a cluster of magnetite. That should be enough for now.

And we got some more migrants!
We also had a couple of visits from kobold thieves, so I'm going to have to set up a military. There's nobody here with any kind of combat experience, but fortunately several dwarves volunteered. So now we have a half-assed, badly equipped military! Hooray!
Anyway, the military dwarves requested some weapons so I had the metalsmith make some. An axe for Derm (the commander), a sword for Ascubacus and a mace, hammer and spear for the other dwarves.

P.S. I just had the awesomest idea ever. I won't reveal too much but it involves building a floor over the river and building a small above-ground castle. On a completely unrelated note, does magma flow off the edges of the map?

Spoiler: Entry 03 (Thieves, ambushes and magma-related shenanigans) (click to show/hide)

From the log of Sir Broccoli:

Our carpenter struck a mood today, he grabbed some logs and made a chestnut grate. Useless, but at least we got a legendary carpenter out of the deal.

I already mentioned that I had the awesomest idea ever. Well, I just executed it. It all started with a little above-ground wall (made of glass, of course)



Followed by building a floor over the river...



Then we dug a little tunnel to the magma...




And ladies and gentledwarves, may I introduce to you: The valley of magma!



It's going to take a while for the entire valley to fill up, but we're in no hurry.
In the meanwhile, some elven traders arrived and immedeately started ordering me around, something about not being allowed to cut more thatn 113 trees or something. They really pissed me off so when they left over the bridge I pulled the lever and catapulted them into the valley.



Ahahahaha! That always cracks me up! Unfortunataly one of our miners was also standing on the bridge at that time, so I had to open the door to let him out of the valley...



...and all of the sudden all the dwarves in the fortress were swarming around all of the fallen goods...
...all of the useless, wooden goods...
...while a wall of magma was approaching.
Fortunately I got everyone out of there in time, we dont have any use of all of that crap that the elves brought us so I just left it there tu burn.



Anyway, the valley is looking awesome! Here is a picture of it:



And here is a drawing of me, flipping off mother nature while the world is burning to a crisp:



In other news, Ascubacus just became a mother! Congratulations!



Not a lot else is happening, the farmers are farming, the army is training and the valley is starting to look more and more like Armok's bathtub. We did get a visit from a thief who decided to attack a baby:



And the worst parent of the year award goes to...

Anyway, Ascubacus took care of him, I noticed she's pretty good with a sword now:



Not long after that the dwarven caravan arrived, and not long after that...



I'm afraid our military isn't good enough to take on an ambush and the trade caravan probably has some experienced guards with them so I ordered everybody inside and let them handle it.



And it appears their guards aren't as strong as I anticipated, they got slaughtered and the goblins are now crossing our bridge.
So of course I pulled the lever and catapulted them into the lake of fire.



Ehehehe, this is almost as much fun as catapulting elves. Anyway, the goblins were tired and wounded from fighting with the caravan. So I lowered the bridge again and had the military kill them. We lost one dwarf to the goblin menace though, a blowgunner by the name of Kogan. He shall be given a proper grave, with a coffin that I will craft myself.
We thought we were safe until more goblins showed up, I raised the bridge but one of them managed to sneak through. He was quickly taken care of.

So now we're in a bit of a situation, there's goblins outside and our military is tired and wounded. I think i'll just give them a little time to rest, get them a nice sout of armor and then take on the rest of those bastards.

Spoiler: Entry 04 (Death, pain, unhappiness, dead babies and stinky socks) (click to show/hide)

Alright, the latest ambush has been defeated! In the meantime the diplomat that somehow made it to the fort in one piece has gone stark raving mad and decided to go for a swim in the magma. That probably won't be good for our reputation in the mountainhomes...
Some more goblins showed up, this time they managed to kill about seven dwarves, five of which were part of the military (Sorry Derm, you're dead). Several others got severely wounded. Among the wounded are Ascubacus and her husband, unfortunately their child died of thirst not long after they were placed in the hospital.
This is bad, we're down to 27 dwarves and morale is low. We've had several tantrums in the last couple of days, the fact that the entire fortress is engulfed in miasma doesn't help either. I'm going to investigate the source of this smell right now.



Found it! Appearantly one of our hammerdwarves decided lose his socks while standing in the doorway of our refuse stockpile, thereby jamming the doors open. I ordered the dwarves to throw them away but they won't because 'They're Urist's! He'll get pissed if we touch his stuff!' I'd move them myself, but I'm really busy... You know, with making glass... And stuff... Anyway, we were forced to actually build an extra set of walls and then build a door between those. Completely ridiculous if you ask me but it's the only thing we can do until Urist picks up his socks.
The elves just showed up. Normally I'd catapult them into the magma but we really can't afford to make enemies right now. We traded with them, got their little 'We love trees and you can't cut more than 100'-ultimatum and they left.



More gobbo's! These things are starting to get really annoying. We dispatched them pretty quickly without any losses this time, but we're really going to have to do something about our military situation. I think I may have to resort to cage traps, they're undwarvenly, but effective!

I got a message from the Queen today! Always nice to hear from your superiors. Lets see here... 'Glad to hear of your arrival, and passes on her congratualtions'. Wait, what was she expecting? Arriving isn't that special, is it? This locations nothing like the deathtraps I've embarked on before. Although there was that abandoned wagon with the dead donkey... Hmm, guess we got lucky when we arrived here. But how dare she send us to a place that was deemed dangereous! That's just very, very... dwavenly, actually. Okay, let's see what's in the rest of this message.
'Her Majesty also wishes for an outdoor garden to be prepared, that she should have a place to sit away from the hustle and industry of the main fort'. Right, really wishing I'd known about this before I burnt the place down. No matter, there's still a patch of grass somewhat north of the castle, I'll have someone wall it of and dig a tunnel. Easy!

Spoiler: Entry 05 (Gardens, archers and migrants) (click to show/hide)

 Migrants! Finally! We can now restore our military to its old state.
Some elves visited us and we...
...wait for it...
...catapulted them into the magma.



Hahaha! That'll teach you treehugging hippies!
Two goblin ambushes arrived, they finished off the remainder of the elves and then walked straight into our cage traps. We a lot of caged goblins now. Let's see if we can put them to any use...
We're busy training marksdwarves, I built an archery range but they refuse to train with more than 1 person at once. Maybe it's too small, I'll try making it bigger and see what happens then.
More gobbo's! This time the marksdwarves took care of 'em. It was pretty awesome. Too bad we lost one guy though... I ordered the construction of fortifications so that this won't happen again.

And we finished the queen's garden! It's not much, but at least it's something.

Here is a map of my Windcrested.

[eclipsetail]

Will start after I get back from the eye doctor.

QQ

[Neyvn]

I'll join in...

[Ledi]

I'll join in...

Aweseome, grab the save and join the fun! 

And Broccoli, great post. I was wondering what people would think of the ..er.... remnants of the last wagon.

[Neyvn]

I'll join in...

Aweseome, grab the save and join the fun! 

And Broccoli, great post. I was wondering what people would think of the ..er.... remnants of the last wagon.

Will tomorrow morning cause its midnight here and I am getting too tired to play any more games...