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[AdeleneDawner]

In order of importance: Female, doesn't like spending time around others, is average or better at social relationships, good analytical ability, good creativity, prefers few things and/or mostly common things, likes new experiences.

If you get a dwarf who matches that and isn't a clothier, give 'em to me anyway; picking up a new profession to suit the needs of the fort would be entirely in keeping with the personality I have in mind.

[Buzzing_Beard]

RNG is good for me. I don't mind hauling either. It's up to you if you want a bearded-lady dwarf.

Come to think of it, beardless female dwarves would probably make better beekeepers.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Oh, and just making sure... does anybody have any sort of gender or personality trait or prefstring preferences for "their" dwarves in this before I actually hit the commit button? 

I can keep aborting until the starting seven have traits people are happy with.  Migrants would take some annoying savescumminess, but it's theoretically possible, if we get enough migrants, to just hit upon some dwarves with the right traits.

If it's not too late, and if my position as leader noble isn't going to be migrated, I'd like the dwarf with the most manageable tastes.
If my dorf is being migrated, then I'd still like him (or her-I don't care, no difference) to have the most manageable mandates and demands you can spare from a dwarf.

[NW_Kohaku]

*The journal continues...*

To whomever finds our corpses (probably some damn elf, at that, but let's be "optimistic" and hope a human finds it before some damn hippy builds a shrine to it.) 

Obsidian 28th, 125

Might as well explain why we're here. 

The king died.  No glorious death in battle, no death by old age with family and friends close by.  Damn inbreed starved himself to death.

Yes, you read that right, the king starved to death.  No, the rest of the populace didn't starve too, just the king - the one guy who was guaranteed to get the most food in the fort starved to death.  Either they need to send the royal cook to the hammerer, or he was SO inbred he literally couldn't figure out which hole the food went in.

Anyway, the next year, the next queen, the next round of purges started.  Just another day in the life of a dwarf.

No wonder no foreign power ever even "dared attack our gates" - we do all the hard work for them.

So here we are, the exiled, though they don't actually call us that.  It's "A grand and noble expedition to expand our empire"... our empire of so few people I can remember the individual names of all of them.  Well, I would if I gave half a damn about who they were.

So here we are.  Across an ocean, and sneaking in past an elven empire that is still wallowing in contentment over crushing and enslaving the last of the goblin towers on their half of the continent.  When the elves find out we're building on their turf, it might not be war, but we sure aren't making the trip back unmolested, and that's the point.  Others are being shuttled in after us.  We're the welcoming party.  The labor detail sent to dig out the hole we'll be welcoming the other inmates into.

Anyway, we found the place we'll be condemned to spend the rest of our likely-quite-short lives.  Rather, we found the place where I determined we would spend the rest of our quite-short, but potentially slightly longer lives. 

I'm the leader, now.  We had a few unfortunate accidents on our way here. 

The usual risks of the road -
One dwarf who was our supposed armed guard, carrying an axe and some steel armor got eaten by some night monstrosity or other.  You know that old joke, where one guy says to the other guy being attacked by the shark, "I don't have to out-swim the shark, I only have to out-swim YOU."?  Turns out you don't swim or run quite as fast with steel armor on. 

There was the one who got his leg twisted in the mire and gored open.  Would have lived, but slowed us down.  We didn't have enough food as it is.  On the plus side, it did mean we have a little extra food to go around.  We all agreed he would have wanted us to go on without him, if we had wanted to listen to what he was cursing at us.

Then there was the previous leader, who insisted we embark at the point chosen by our "glorious" queen for us to die.  Most insistent, in fact.  I told the others that when she was stomping her foot on the loose cliff face to prove her point, it dislodged some of the inferior dirt and stone, and she tumbled down to her death.  Quite the unfortunate accident.

Fortunately, now that I assumed command, we are settling in much more hospitable land.   One with nice fire clay for my pottery.  Some of the others complained that the spot I picked was too far from mountains, and so, feeling in a more-charitable-than usual mood since there weren't too many complaints about my promotion to overseer, I went ahead with the change in plans. 



Rinsewinds the First-Bolts... it straddles a stream, and has some of the tell-tale signs of an aquifer, but it isn't a bad place.  You can see the hematite sticking out where the stream cut through the stone, and it is infested with the damn trees that the elves will undoubtedly be around to "save from us", so making the replacement steel for whatever lunatics want to be the next ones in the steel cans playing heroes shall be easily required.  Even some red sand for the glass makers.

The mountain, however, is something I would rather avoid.  The stone murmurs and giggles.  The plants turn to feathers and blow bubbles into the wind.  It is some blasted candyland mountain, and we will surely be infested with gnomes and pixies for being so close. 

Ah well, if this job is stressful, I hear strangling the pudge out of fluffy wamblers makes for good stress relievers, if you can get them before the cats do.

So there are seven of us, now.  Seven is a nice number.

Now, I might as well meet my cellmates... I didn't really have the will to bother with it before...

[NW_Kohaku]

Well, first attempt at an embark is a bolo - 6/7 dwarves are female, and we need at least two males

[NW_Kohaku]

We have very weird coloration.  We all (the entire civ has the same skin and hair color) have dark brown skin and pale chestnut hair.  Our eyes are all different colors, though.

In case you aren't sure what colors those are, I did a quick, sloppy doodle of those colors from the raws:



Unsurprisingly, about half the dwarves have clean-shaven heads.  Including the women.

I'm claiming this dwarf, because she has a great set of traits for the sort of character I am trying to play, although her prefstrings are kind of loopy.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I'm cheerful and friendly, but feel no pity and have a menacing stare, and maniacally laugh in the face of my own inevitable doom.  PERFECT.


Anyway, I'm doling out the starting sevens right now, so if you're one of the seven, you better pipe up with any last-minute requirements if you have them now...

There's only three males, and if two of you have to be men, then that means you've got a narrow field of choices.

Spoiler: The choices (click to show/hide)

Oh, but Dutchling, there's a female dwarf here whose prefstring includes "orange radiant pitchblende glaze", the radioactive glaze type I added in with the others in the ceramics mod. 

[breadbocks]

Bleh. Trebuchet. At least it isn't comic sans...

[NW_Kohaku]

Bleh. Trebuchet. At least it isn't comic sans...

Sorry, I wanted to make a font that has something like a handwriting look to it, and there aren't very many options in that little drop-down for fonts.  (And yeah, avoiding comic sans)

[Darvi]

Dubs on the second guy.

[Dutchling]

Give me the third guy!
EDIT: I'll need to work at my physical attributes though but being put off by tradition makes me feel like dr House...

[Niyazov]

We have very weird coloration.  We all (the entire civ has the same skin and hair color) have dark brown skin and pale chestnut hair.  Our eyes are all different colors, though.

I'm cheerful and friendly, but feel no pity and have a menacing stare, and maniacally laugh in the face of my own inevitable doom.  PERFECT.

... and you "like blood men for their gruesomeness"!

EDIT:



GANGURO FORTRESS!

[fallofthechosen]

All I ask when I get dorfed is that I have a beard(lady is fine if they are modded to be bearded) and that I like cows for their haunting moos if possible.

[Geb]

My only request is for a dwarf with a preference for lizards, if possible.

[NW_Kohaku]

OK, the dwarven civ we are embarking from has good things for trade, as well...

If my dwarf winds up the mayor just because she was expedition leader, we can trade for rock salt for mandates if need be (I'm bringing a couple, just in case).  We can also trade for many of the glaze ores, as well, such as sphalerite and galena, but not cassiterite.

We can't trade for demantoid, so I'd recommend making sure I don't actually become mayor if possible.  It's a fairly rare material, and I'm not sure we'd be able to find any.

I'm also bringing a couple goats and turkeys, for some cheap extra food sources and also sources for all these stupid cheese makers and spinners to do something.

Spoiler: These are the gems and stones we can trade for, for use in searching for barons and mayors (click to show/hide)

[NW_Kohaku]

Give me the third guy!
EDIT: I'll need to work at my physical attributes though but being put off by tradition makes me feel like dr House...

Hmm... the first guy has "finds helping others rewarding", though, which is important in making doctors actually perform doctorly duties.  Are you sure on this one?

A Dr. House in DF just doesn't treat patients at all, which makes them magma bath fodder.