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[Sir Broccoli]

I just got my first migrant wave. Tell me if you want a dwarf.

[Dermonster]

For EACH AND EVERY FORTRESS in this thread, I request a Technically Immortal Axedwarf 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.

[SethCreiyd]

I just got my first migrant wave. Tell me if you want a dwarf.

Mind if I get dorfed as the glassmaker?

Starting now.  That's a lot of volcanoes.

[scuba]

i want a sword dwarf named ascubacus thx and try not to let him die if he does ohwell

[Sir Broccoli]

Anybody who joins MY army is going to die a horrible, slow and painful death at some point.
Anyway, I don't have enough dwarves for a military yet so you'll have to wait for the next wave.

[AdeleneDawner]

Sounds like fun. The site's quite a bit bigger than I usually play, so I may have to drop out because of FPS, but I'll give it a try. I fail at reading. Somehow I thought this was a 4x6. I'm definitely in.

1st Granite, 54:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

All in all, we're doing reasonably well for ourselves here. I'm a bit worried about our food supplies - our fields have been oddly slow to produce - but I expect us to be self-sufficient within another year. Our other projects have gone rather better: We're nearly done roofing over the valley, which we've already walled in, so that we can fish and grow aboveground plants without fear of goblin archers. We have a large cistern, a reasonably-sized (though not yet stocked) hospital, a 120-room residential area that we're in the process of furnishing, and the start of what we hope will be a very profitable metalworking industry.

There are currently 46 dwarves living in Oslanzim, covering a good range of professions, with the notable exceptions that we don't have a competent mason or an experienced medic. We do have dwarves competent in all other major industries, though, and our three furnace operators have been smelting metal into bars almost faster than our 5-dwarf mining team can dig it out, and producing a small but steadily growing supply of steel at the same time.

On a more somber note, we've had six deaths in the last two years: Doren Zonnoram was overconfident in his ability to outrun the lava that we released to power our forges, and perished. He will not be forgotten: Our engraver has memorialized his sacrifice in stone, in the dining hall. A further 5 dwarves were felled by a cave-in caused by an oversight in the planning of our defensive roof. (The dwarf responsible has been appropriately reprimanded and demoted to stone-hauler.)

Our surroundings have been relatively quiet so far, but that seems unlikely to hold: Our hunter has brought in both yeti an alligator corpses, and has sighted a giant eagle, so while no-one has been attacked, we are all on our guard when we work outside. We've also spotted both kobolds and goblins lurking around. We have 10 dwarves with military experience, and a further 11 who could be spared in a pinch, but they've been too busy helping build our defenses to spend time keeping their skills sharp. We intend to change this in the coming year; as soon as our defenses are finished we plan to adjust the work assignments to allow at least the 10 experienced dwarves to train full-time in preparation for the inevitable goblin sieges.

On a more personal note, I'm starting to think that our engraver dislikes me - the images she's carved of me surrounded by prickle berries could be taken as an insult, given our food situation, but I was willing to keep an open mind and consider that she might have meant them to inspire gratefulness for the food that we do have, or to refer to the much-needed supplies that I procured from the elven traders that were here in the summer. Her most recent work, though, seems clearly designed to damage my reputation. I will have to keep an eye on her.

Engraved on the floor is a finely-designed image of Zuglar Dimpledlantern the dwarf and a fly by Odom Kuletedem. Zuglar Dimpledlantern is embracing the fly.

Hoping that this finds Her Majesty well and well-satisfied,
  Zuglar Dimpledlantern, Expedition leader, Lash of Harvesters in Oslanzim

[Biag]

Starting now. I don't want to deal with marching up that volcano when I want magma, but I've never done a cistern before. So... if you want a miner in Biag-Windcrested, expect them to die. It'll be easier if you don't get attached.

Phase 1 of the cistern- a small pool on a crest in the hill- is completed. Now to build the magmaducts!

Also, I've got a miner, a mason, a carpenter/surgeon, a farmer, and a crafter up for grabs.

Autumn, 52

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Phase 2 of the Magmatic Cistern Project was executed without a hitch, creating a 3 Z-level pit to dump magma into. Now comes the fun part. Phase 3 consists of making a huge stone tube extending over the top of the pit, and Phase 4 consists of dropping magma like a truckful of coal into a gaping hole in the earth. A soundtrack of instrumental jazz will be in the background. God, I love being a dwarf.

We got four migrants. Pathetic, although to be fair we didn't have enough stone to produce any crafts. Thankfully, I and my girlfriend have both become miners of legendary skill, and just dug out a massive new room for the express purpose of getting stone. Maybe I'll make it my personal bedroom and statue garden one day.

Derm, the Soulchopper, is looking edgy. No trees to cut, and he never did have any self-control. Soon as we have the extra dwarves, I'll put him to training them in the use of the axe.

Spring, 53

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That gorram elf-hugger Sigun forgot to make any crafts for the caravan, so we had to resort to trading them some leftover cloth and gold bars. But, we also got the farms set up and properly irrigated, and work on the Magma-Dumper is progressing swimmingly! We'll be able to activate it soon. I can't wait for all that delicious red to fall from the sky...

Three migrants. They all sucked. Hoping for a better year at Windcrested!

Summer, 53

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Elves came. I told Bim to take everything they owned except the clothes, so he did. Their liason told me not to fell more than 101 trees in the next year; that should be fine, since we already cut them all.

The second-to-last phase of the Magma Dumper met with... marginal success. Apparently I forgot to order that the bridges serving as its floor be magma-safe; who'da known they would melt? Magma is now flowing down the hillside, but we managed to wall it off from any populated areas. AND it's all falling into the cistern, so I chalk this up as a win. Armok help us when the cistern is full, but we'll burn that elf when we come to it. I suppose my dreams of a training barracks floating in magma aren't entirely dashed just yet.

Meanwhile, we've begun construction on a castle built into the hillside. It's not very impressive so far, but it will be one day, if it works real hard. I've ordered for the rocks to be quantum-stockpiled; castles are no place for loose debris!

A migrant wave brought our population up to 32, so I'm putting the dormitory wing of the castle in ASAP. However, we do have a nice pool of haulers and grunts, as well as four stonecrafters churning out valuables. Bim says we've created more than 40,000 Urists of crafts so far.

The Queen's orders came through. How is that liason passing messages? But anyway, she wants an aboveground garden. I've got no problem with this- I'm a progressive dwarf, y'see. Almost the entire fort is outside already.

Spring, 54

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Remember how that magma was flowing into the cistern, with no way to block it off? Yeah, it's almost full now. I'm ordering some orthoclase bridges to be built over the top, and praying the gneiss ones don't melt. Trying to figure out how to block off the flow at its source, but that's not gonna happen... Last resort: we'll channel the magma into the underground caverns.

It's the third year now, so we're gonna start work on the garden. Meanwhile, a leatherworker went insane and Bim, the cornerstone of our economy, created a pretty little tetrahedrite mug. It's got spikes! There was an accident while building a suspended wall recently, and so a child and a thresher succumbed to infection from their wounds. "Derm" is fine now, but I think he's got infection too... the doctors said he's good to go, but I'm not sure I trust them. And the first baby born to our fortress was stolen by a goblin thief.

[breadbocks]

I'm still here. I'll start in a bit. Still impressed with the spot.
EDIT: Here goes. NOTE: I use dfhack on the legal functions, like prospector and vein making.

Spoiler:  year 1 (click to show/hide)

Captain's log

Well, looks like we need to make a new mountainhome...
Bad news, we already tried this spot once. Good news, we don't need to bring picks or an anvil. And we'll be on a volcano, so we'll bring some ore and one coke to start a steel industry. I expect coal.
We're also told that there will be sand there, but just to be safe, and to jumpstart the glass industry that will fill in for the steel industry until it gets going, I bring 50 bags of sand.

Granite

Some idiot left the water on or something, because some sizzling brought my attention to the top of the volcano. I walk over to inspect whether the newly formed ground would be suitable for magma smelters and forges. I look down into the volcano, and what do I see, but adamantine! No wonder the queen wanted us here!
I order some quick and dirty accommodations dug out, close to the volcano, of course, but not so close, the magma mist can touch us. In addition, I hunt for coal. Before the go, I ask them for estimates on the amount of coal and lignite. They assure me there is more than we could ever need, but I still have my doubts.

Once the area was preped, I give orders for the glass furnace to be built. For the first time, I wonder the wisdom in having my carpenter also be my glass maker. In the meantime, I tell my mason to build it.

Slate:

Damn. That coal is proving elusive. In the mean time, we've struck limonite, which I take as a sign from armok that he approves of our plan.

Felsite:

Yet more iron ore. Magnetite this time. Good news- Lots of iron. Bad news- still no coal.
Moments later LIGNITE! We can begin steel production now, as soon as the damn mason/metalsmith gets his ass over to the smelter and builds it!

Map: http://mkv25.net/dfma/map-9333-windcrested

Summer/Fall

Malachite

On this day, the 19th, let it be known. We finally got some migrants, ya hear? First one I saw, the leader probably, was a mason! Thank Armok! We have our miners our mason, and even our farmers on the build squad trying to get the bridge to the farmlands done. Next was a very well rounded farmer. They brought a cow, which was welcome to the butchers shop. Which I just ordered built. It was a small migration, but a welcome one. In the mean time, I order a bridge to be built  across the volcano top.

Limestone
We get some puppies. Woo.

I just realized. There is a caravan on the way, and I'm not ready. This got me thinking about money. And we haven't minted this year's gold or commemorative steel coins yet. We don't even have a vault! I have our miner find the tallest peak, dig down to 7 Urists below the valley, dig a shot path, which will be filled with floodgates to be opened, followed a snaking tunnel which will be filled with traps, then a rise up one Urist, to a magma moat, which when crossed, will lead you to a solid steel door. Once opened, you will find the vault.

More puppies.

Migrants- fish cleaner, and another one? WTF? The queen sent us the perfect pair the first time, and now two fish cleaners? We also got a highmaster leather worker and a cow, w/ a damn kitten.

Timber

The caravan has come. We have nothing to trade. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu........ I order the smiths to make golden mugs. But sometimes the stupidity of my race shocks me. Rather than make goblets to get booze, which me desperately they make more gold bars.

Moonstone

As winter draws closer, I realize the vault won't be complete until next summer. I order this year's coins done, and to have them placed where the vault will be.

Opal

Half into winter and still no coins. I'm owrried we might not get this years mint done..... Will look into this after... my na........ (At this point, a line drags off the page)



Sorry about that. I haven't slept all year. Anyways, it seems my entire crew is against coins. Sigh. We're in this for the queen, so why don't we make her feel welcome? "blah blah A Commune blah blah Economy" Some subjects.....


(And thus the year ended, Map: will come.

Spoiler: year 2 (click to show/hide)

?
Migrants. I stopped counting after a bit.

Felsite
The Elves have come. I shall let them slide. For now.
In the mean time, a kobold thief is found on by one of the miners' trips to do some more digging in the vault. He promptly slices off an arm of the kobold's. Remind me to not get on his bad side.... And then, another make that two pop up. Don't they learn?

Good news! The Elves brought SUN BERRIES! SUNSHINE FOR ALL! Ahem. I mean, This is encouragement for us to add an aboveground farm to accompany our other farm. However, the bastards want us to only use 100 trees. While I'm fine with limiting our tree "slaughter", 100 simply isn't enough. Well, 100 is enough, but if we get submissive, won't they limit us more and more, until we become them?

Malachite
YAY! Babies! One of our MANY (As in 1/5 of the pop) farmers had one.

[bdunderscore]

All right, I'll give this a shot. By the way, should we play for a specific amount of in-game time before stopping and waiting for the first queen's order, or what? And how will deadlines for the orders work?

Spoiler: Year 52 (click to show/hide)

20th Limestone, 51

I knew the queen hadn't forgotten, even after all these years. All is forgiven, my beard! Here I was expecting to spend my days peacefully as a stone hauler, maybe get a promotion to furniture hauling, but suddenly I get summoned up to the palace, told to brush up on basic appraisal, thrown into a wagon with six other dopes, and carted away to who-knows-where, and all because of a silly childhood scuffle. It's going to be a glacier, I just know it.

1st Granite, 52
Well, we've arrived at this godforsaken place.


A seemingly idyllic valley, secluded, easy-to-defend. A stream, with plentiful fish. Metal ores, exposed to the air in the cliff face. A lesser dwarf would call it a blessing. I call it a trap.

We enter the valley, and the first thing we see, an abandoned carp, and dead donkey. Our driver assures us that it was just left behind by the scouting party, but I can see his haste as he leaves us behind. And why would they leave a dead donkey as well?

Bad omen as it might be, we did scour the cart for supplies - nothing but some picks and an anvil.

7th Granite, 52
Our initial surveys revealed vast deposits of gold, iron, and coal.


We're doomed, I tell you.

3rd Felsite, 52
Flooding of an underground farm has begun. Doomed we may be, but starvation - or worse, sobriety- is one of the worst ways to go.


28th Felsite, 52
I've ordered the - careful construction of a magma distribution system, for a forge. We'll channel out a small area on the lip of the magma pipe, then let it fall down carved stairs, through a fortification, and into the fort proper. If we're lucky, we won't all burn to death.

5th Hematite, 52
We'll be lucky to see a caravan, but I've ordered the production of some rock trinkets anyway. At least the humans will buy that stuff up, if we live long enough to see their traders.

20th Malachite, 52
Migrants! What madness brings them to this hellish place? A high master woodcutter, talented stone crafter, and another five novices. They also brought a donkey and horse.

21st Malachite, 52
I caught the donkey and horse looking at me funny - could they be spies for the Queen? I've ordered them slaughtered, just in case.

17th Galena, 52
Magma flows down to what will later be the forge.

So far, no smell of burning beard.
Some of the dwarves were getting bored, so I sent them out to gather wild plants. If we're lucky, we might hit upon some sun berries. I gather not even the queen has regular access to sunshine...

12th Limestone, 52
Disaster strikes!

I have ordered the production of cages posthaste. I will not let them take over my fort!

18th Limestone, 52
More migrants! What madness has stricken the homelands? A clothier, miner, and weaponsmith, and four other useless fools. Our dormitory will not keep up at this rate...

20th Timber, 52
To my shock, the dwarven caravan actually arrived - without any wagons. It seems the Queen would prefer our exile to not be too obvious. Very well then, two can play that game. We sold all our stone trinkets for cloth, leather, animals, and foods such as cheeses. I've ordered some wood for next year (if there is a next year) - it looks like we won't have access to very much in this kind of hilly area.

Spoiler: Year 53 (click to show/hide)

14th Granite, 53

A routine exploratory tunnel has broken into the roof of an underground cavern.

As we have no military to speak of yet, I've ordered that no further exploration be done at this time.

11th Slate, 53
More migrants - twenty this time! I've drafted a number of them into a new militia - who knows when we may be beset upon.

13th Slate, 53
One of our miners has holed up on a mason's workshop. I suspect he may be working on some kind of plot ordered by the Queen to ensure our downfall.

21st Slate, 53
I should never have suspected him! No dwarf capable of building such a beautiful thing could be a spy! The image-in-an-image thing does give me a bit of a headache, though...


17th Felsite, 53
The elves came by, and had the nerve to demand we cap our treefall, even though they didn't bring any goods to trade! Seeing as our military is not up to snuff, and we've yet to construct a lava pit, I had no choice to agree. Not that there are many trees left to cut anymore, anyway...

16th Malachite, 53
This time one of our engravers took over the craftsdwarf's workshop. I'll have to keep an eye on this one...

22nd Malachite, 53
I can't bear the thought of having those smug elvish bastards in our halls again. I've moved my office and quarters outdoors, in  order to keep them under control. Undwarvish as it may be, it's for a greater cause.

More migrants also came, many with military training. I've drafted most of them into the militia.

11th Galena, 53
Apparently our engraver was wanting for some jewels all along. If only he'd tell me these things, I could've arranged for them. Anyway, I pulled some random dwarf off work to cut a few gems for him, and this is what he came up with.

Not as good as the millstone, if you ask me. It's just missing that simple, functional elegance. Sparkly, though.

18th Galena, 53
The human traders have arrived. We traded more of our stone crafts for wood, food, cloth, and leather.

25th Sandstone, 53
More migrants, eight of them. We've finally got a decent diagnostician and fisherdwarf. I've also drafted two more into our militia, which now has a separate squad for marksdwarves.

10th Timber, 53
One of our carpenters hasn't been himself lately. He's been holing himself up in his workshop, refusing food or even drink. What could have gotten into him?

13th Timber, 53
  The dwarven caravan arrived again. Still no wagons. We've ended up with a bit of a food glut, so we traded some of our prepared food for leather (which we've been running low on for militia uniforms) and base foods such as cheeses. It seems they really liked our cooking.


1st Obsidian, 53
It has come to my attention that some of the more adventurous "mechanics" here - and I use the term loosely, most of them have only been doing it as a hobby - have seen fit to install an elaborate system to bring power to our prized artifact millstone.

But I just can't stay angry at them after seeing how beautiful it looks turning...


11th Obsidian, 53
A routine audit of our food stocks has uncovered a shocking issue - we have cooked the last of our plump helmets, with almost no spawn left!

We have plenty of other plants, and prepared foods, so starvation won't be an issue - but what kind of dwarven fortress would we be without plump helmets? We will have to carefully brew the fruits of the few seeds left - it would be an embarrassment to have to buy them from the traders, after all.

30th Obsidian, 53
Looking back on the past two years, I'm beginning to think the Queen might not hate us so much after all. Our larder is full, and steel production in full swing. We have precious ores, and once our militia is built up, we can begin silk harvesting in the underground caverns. The lack of wagons in the caravan is a bit irritating, but we have little need for imports anyway. There have even been a few births here. Perhaps this isn't such a bad place after all...

Hm? Do I hear someone at the door...

[AdeleneDawner]

All right, I'll give this a shot. By the way, should we play for a specific amount of in-game time before stopping and waiting for the first queen's order, or what? And how will deadlines for the orders work?

I was literally just about to ask this. I've just entered my first winter, so it's a rather pressing question in my case, as a yearly cycle seems most likely.

[SethCreiyd]

I just got my first artifact, and it's a tribute to Her Majesty:

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[AdeleneDawner]

On the item is an image of Weatheredglimmers the Castle of Naming the mule leather shield in orthoclase.

I didn't know artifacts could be recursive. 

[Dermonster]

Look up planepacked.

That there is a recursive eldritch limestone statue.

[breadbocks]

Also, how often will orders be given? I'll only be able to play on Fridays through Sundays.
Also, LMAO at the artifact. Her majesty and itself are on it!

[Neyvn]

My Starting Post, this will be expanded on...

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The Queen requested us to travel to this place, a place which most likely be our graves if a foot step wrong. I will try my hardest to not allow that to happen to these dwarves. Though I am not with them I am in Sprit, the Black Cat that Armok had chosen to be his Avatar now sits on my lap in their Ethereal plane…

This “GIFT”, and I use the term loosely, is a weird tool that Armok has given us. Though he says that it was not of his creation, but that of a Godly One Toad. None the less it allows us as I have stated before to guide the construction of our forts through means of inspiration and also allows us to know of events and important means that have occurred in our outposts, like Artifacts of importance and the life and death of the people there, a useful tool but one wort with danger, many a Shaman have been driven mad with it, none the less I will prevail and guide these people to their goals. Or that of the Queen….

It is disturbing, but nonetheless I am able to guide this men and women in their attempts to please The Queen in her mad requests. I can’t help but eye here Advisor with a questioning look, he seems to hold something back when he watches the work unfold. There is a Feeling on the back of my spine, as if there are more Shaman Dwarves watching over their own charges in a parallel world or place. I feel that things may get mixed up if we are not careful…

The selections of goods seem wise though it is a little risky on what is needed, none the less they will be ready for the times ahead if they can make it all work;



They call themselves Nadakinod, The Defended Gates. I feel that this name will bring them to where they will lead…
 

Um I churn through Years quite quickly......... How much time are we allowed before we have to stop and wait for the Order?

EDIT: Migrants of Summer brought a Young Morul to the outpost...
Skilled Knifeuser
Novice Hammerdwarf
Proficient Shielduser
Proficient Armouruser
Proficient Fighter
Proficient Dodger
Highmaster Brewer
Novice Metalsmith
Proficient Bonecarver
Proficient Observer


Yes that was a Migrant................
He might be carving some of the Bones into Bolts and shit in the future by the looks of it, as well as being my Militia Commander.