Just as spring rolls around one of the armorers goes insane, Onul Keskalfidok, and begins work on some wondrous item no doubt.
And makes a single boot. Ok, It IS worth almost 900 000 dorfbucks, but it isn’t moving these damn supplies!
The year rolls along with minimal interference, but then, at the height of summer shouts of GOBLINS permeate all the day down to the lowest levels. I ordered the fortress to be locked down, having fixed a serious security problem or two before this in anticipation, so we were safe.
The main defenses, namely the bridge filled to the brim with weapon traps held the beast back and slew dozens, if not hundreds of the green bastards, but surely put a dent on the efficiency of the fort, at least on the moral of the poor dwarves.
I did hear of some heroics worth mentioning, as a solitary dwarf showed some guts indeed, as one of our marksdwarves stood on the weapon trap filled bridge, whacking at least 10 goblins dead, only to meet a gruesome end after tripping on his bow. I will not go into much details..
And if that wasn’t trouble enough, the siege just wouldn’t lift, as some of the goblins stood there on a bridge for months, not daring to attack, or flee. I left them there in the lengthening nights as work continued in the dowels of the earth…
[The book abruptly ends in a torn page with blood spills and scars of fire.]
You bag the tattered old book into your sack and trudge through thawing snow of spring, 764, and walk towards the main gate, up the spiraling staircase and across the bridge scattered with gore and thousands of weapons linked to various springs and mechanisms. Everything is quiet and smells of death. The Doom Fortress. Maybe the forces of evil have finally broken this once great endeavor?
You walk in and see empty hallways and scattered bodies and equipment.
You hear not a sound as you walk through the hallowed halls into the dining room, once a legend throughout the lands, now lays with tables and thrones scattered around with not a crumb of food anywhere. Your eyes well up as the realization hits you.
After it’s nearly quarter of a century of reign, The Mountainhomes have fallen.
You feel a warm draft wafting up one side passage of long stairs leading downwards to the bowels of the earth.
You stumble forwards blindly, terrified to see what the fortress finally succumbed to.
As you go lower, you start to hear a distant clanking. The sounds of battle may haps? The last struggle of your people? Tears rimming your eyes you rush down the last flight of stairs and find yourselves at a grand hall lined with gold, engravings and the finest dwarven crafts you have ever laid your eyes on.
You hear a scruff voice shout:
“Ohoy sonnyboy! Pull yourself a chair and a tankard and tell us what’s happening up on the surfaces! We hardly hear a word from there anymore with this, the 2.0 of our project, or so Narq calls it.”
“Nar-khii-lie, you brute, how hard is that to pronounce! And get yer stinking feet off that goddamn table, it’s an artifact!”
You are in a bustling dining hall, so long you can hardly see it from end to end, with hundreds of tables and statues, and more importantly dwarves filling it. The sultry smell of freshly prepared food wafts down to your nose from the floor above, and the tink tink of dwarven hammers on adamantine calls out to you from the next room.
A large dwarf walks up to you, snapping you out of your amazed haze.
“Welcome to Deathgate, home of the Doom Burger, can I take your order?”
OOC:
Wow, this was some year
So, despite some warnings, I did do the crazy thing and moced a goddamn 170 dwarf strong fortress down some 150 z-levels into a newly build and symmetrical and orderly form. It isn't a 100% complete, most importantly the bedrooms are still in needing of some work, but the first 100 or so are moved. Please make sure to check that the rooms are 'q' d, there were a lot of unassigned room up top. I think most of the industries are ready to start working, adamantine is being smelted already. There are small plots for farms, and a bigger cave to be moistened and then grazed.
Some of the floodgates near the farms are not connected up yet, I left notes I think.
We have a big birdsplosion, and I really don't know how to deal with it on such a scale.. There are a million guineafowls or something roaming the upper levels.. Please, someone, kill them with fire post haste.
And the main enterance.. It is a mess and I have no idea how it works anymore.
I think I killed some ingenious parts of it, mainly the one that forced dorfs to take a walk outside to get to the fortress proper when coming from down the pits.
Umm.. Not much else..
Oh yeah.. Theres still a siege going on. Or well, they are camped outside, but pose no threat whatsoever.
I had a great time and hope I get to run the fortress for a third time! GOOOOO DEATHGATE!
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