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Please dorf me. Don't care what profession. I'll be watching this thread, just got back into DF in prep for what i hope is the eventual launch of the Steam version.
Let's Sperg Coelacanth Plays Dwarf Fortress - PRE GAME PREPARATIONS - Oh hey look a DF LP that isn't a succession fort.
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🔧 At about Midnight EST I am going to completely fuck up the site trying to fix something.
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Granted.
EDIT: Oh no! It seems I forgot to include @KonradCruise. I'm really sorry - as soon as we get migrants Dan Schneider will be first in line, I promise!
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Whenever I end up bringing turtles they come as prepared meat so I can't usually get shells from them.
Knowing DF there's probably a really complicated way to get them from the turtles I could bring I just don't know how.
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Ah, it seems it changed; in the Olde Days you could ban turtles from cooking and eventually a dwarf would eat one raw, and produce a shell.
Seems to have changed in 0.31: https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/v0.31:Shell
Well, try to catch one before going inside.
Seems to have changed in 0.31: https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/v0.31:Shell
Well, try to catch one before going inside.
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Seems you can get them from creating artificial ponds via aquifers. I'll keep that in mind if we encounter any damp stone.
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Finally I can delver the goods. I had this ready to post but the moment I tried to upload it was the moment Dickless Liz got his cronies to take down the Farms again.
In the year 120 Asmel Bannerpaper, queen of the Lance of Kindling, stood proudly before her court and announced that she was finally coming out. She was tired of being a creature associated with dirt, drunkenness, murder and general lack of respect towards the forces of Bilalo and Thiti, for it was oppressive and damaging to the world. She brazenly denounced the Dwarven gods, spread out her arms and boasted:
“From this day forth I am to be seen and referred to as an elf.”
Now any sane, alcohol-inebriated dwarf would’ve laughed her off immediately, but here Asmel was in the company of fellow nobles – foul creatures that were smug, spoiled and used to pampered lives. They immediately got to their feet and clapped, celebrating Asmel’s stunning act of courage and gladly hailed her as The Everseeing Land’s first trans elf queen.
That day was the most wonderful moment in Asmel’s life. But to the commonfolk of her kingdom it came to be known as the day the Lance of Kindling died.
Queen Sano Quemabifi, the new identity Asmel had chosen, was swift – within months new laws were passed decrying anybody who dared to deadname her. When shame didn’t work she sent them to prisons built specifically to “enlighten” those who were repeat offenders. Any dwarf dragged into one of these places was never seen again.
Most dwarves who were smart enough to see the change for what it was quietly packed their things and snuck their way to freedom.
This is a tale of seven such dwarves.
From the diary of expedition leader “Null”:
15th Granite, 125
Well it finally happened – the wagon rolled over and died. All four wheels have broken beyond repair.
It lasted a whole week longer than I wagered it would – meaning not william stenchever, Big Stank Ditch Dad and I owe Coelacanth, reptile baht spaniard rid, Pat Fried Rice and Woodchuck ten gold coins each. Of course none of us have that sort of money anymore – most of it went into grabbing what few supplies we could find before hauling ass. The further we can distance ourselves from the true and honest “elf kween”, the better.
As a side note getting used to our new codenames has been tricky, but it’s a necessity now. Some of the others are more… exceptional when it comes to their identities but I went with “Null” – it’s simple and easy to understand. Don’t ask what “Dear Feeder” means either – it’s a personal thing.
We broke down while traversing the edge of this cliff – just grazing the mountain range.
It’s incredibly steep and I don’t think any of us have the strength to push the wagon into a position where it won’t topple and drop several meters to the ground. But that’s the least of our worries at the moment. The elf kween’s goons could be anywhere – even out in a wasteland like this – the best thing we can do is collapse the wagon, carve out a small space in the wall and bring our stuff inside.
The miners and the mechanic got to work in no time. Now, I’ve got to stop writing and help everyone move supplies. The clouds are incredibly grey – probably means we’re going to have a thunderstorm soon.
17th Granite, 125
So, uh, that rain? It wasn’t actually rain.
We were about halfway through carrying our booze supplies under cover when Pat Fried Rice suddenly staggered back and froze as the first drops of rain began falling from the sky in front of him. “What’s wrong?” Big Stank Dick Dad set the barrel he was holding down and walked over to the farmer. “You scared of getting wet or somethin’?”
At that moment the weirdest looking raindrop I’ve ever seen struck one of the boulders behind them – thick and a shade of red so dark it almost looked black. We all stared in confusion at it until a familiar, coppery smell hit our noses.
“Blood!” I shouted. “Everyone inside. ASAP!”
The next few minutes were a blurry haze. I’ve never seen a group of dwarves dismantle a wagon so quickly in all my life. We sloppily constructed a wall to barricade ourselves in afterwards with a few rocks that were lying around.
I don’t know how long we sat in shock for. The stench of dried blood was everywhere.
Eventually Woodchuck looked me in the eye and asked: “What’re we going to do now?”
27th Granite, 125
Something is seriously wrong with this place.
Trouble started when Coelacanth came to me and pointed out that the horses that had pulled our wagon had nowhere to graze and would eventually starve if we didn’t do something. After much deliberation we all decided the best thing to do was slaughter them. We had no clue when – or even if – a merchant’s caravan was going to pass by this area so having more food felt like the right thing to do.
It didn’t take long to carve out a second smaller chamber and we set not william stenchever to butcher the beasts and tan their hides – meanwhile I focussed on crafting a few beds and barrels.
I was about halfway done with the beds when I noticed… something… crawling across the ground.
At first I thought it was probably a bunch of worms – but they looked far thinner and finer than any worm I’ve ever seen. The way they slided towards me was purposeful – that’s the only way I can describe it – and I cautiously dropped the planks of wood I was working on to get a closer look.
I really wish I hadn’t.
I won’t lie – I yelled so loud even the elf kween on the other side of the continent probably heard it.
Coelacanth exploded into the room and as soon as she saw what was happening raised her pick and hacked it to pieces. There was a small chunk of cave floor missing by the time she was done but I didn’t care. I was too busy thanking Toral it was over.
“It’s okay,” Coelacanth huffed, using her pickaxe to prop herself steady. “I-I’ve dealt with it.”
We barely got time to speak before Big Stank Dick Dad and Woodchuck piled into the room, faces as pale as chalk.
Woodchuck beckoned to us. “There’s somethin’ yer both need to see.”
He gestured to the little peephole we carved out in the wall (just in case of danger) and the first thing that met my eyes was red. The entire landscape was now coated in dried blood and yes – it stank even worse than our little hiding spot. I feel sticky just thinking about it.
But then I saw something staggering near the edge of the cliff – a small, rodent creature that I think was called a wombat. My heart sank when I noticed the missing leg flesh and the one glassy eye dangling from one of its sockets.
Reptile baht spaniard rid was the first to speak up. “Do you realise what this means?”
None of us said a word. Pat Fried Rice shook his head and I just shrugged.
Not william stenchever was shaking like a mouse now. “This is a reanimator biome. It means whatever dies here is going to get straight back up.”
I immediately turned to Coelacanth and the other miners and asked: “How long is it going to take to build an escape tunnel?”
8th Slate, 125
We’ve started to dig a path through the south west of the mountainside. While that’s going on I’m prepping our rations. Pat Fried Rice offered to make some more drinks just in case we need them.
I can’t wait to leave this blood-soaked death trap behind.
11th Slate, 125
Godammit
GODDAMMIT
GODDAMMIT
Pat Fried Rice got jumped by another clump of those freakish horse hairs and nobody was around to stop it from grabbing him!
Poor bastard was howling in pain and babbling deliriously – it was pretty damn obvious to see why.
A clump of hair – hair! – tore a chunk out of his hip and almost took his left arm with it.
I dropped everything I was doing and set up one of the spare beds as a makeshift hospital, patching him up as best I could. Made a crutch and a splint too. I hope I’ve done enough to help him…
30th Slate, 125
Good news! Pat Fried Rice got out of bed and thankfully is still alive. He’s understandably shaken by everything so we dug out a little chamber where he can plant some of the seeds we brought along. There’s enough space to pasture our pigs too so that’ll give us a bit more room upstairs.
This is really meant to help Pat get his mind off of nearly losing his hip but in a pinch we could survive off of the crops.
4th Felsite, 125
More good news – we finished the escape tunnel!
Once we get a hatch in place we’ll have a sure fire way of getting out of here.
The bad news is that Pat isn’t able to walk that well yet without a crutch – if we were to make a break for it now and one of those horrible wombats caught up to us… I don’t think I could bear the thought of abandoning him to die.
So now we’re playing the waiting game – once Pat Fried Rice has healed and the coast is clear we’re bugging out and heading down south.
I never want to see another clump of horse hair ever again.
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PRELUDE
In the year 120 Asmel Bannerpaper, queen of the Lance of Kindling, stood proudly before her court and announced that she was finally coming out. She was tired of being a creature associated with dirt, drunkenness, murder and general lack of respect towards the forces of Bilalo and Thiti, for it was oppressive and damaging to the world. She brazenly denounced the Dwarven gods, spread out her arms and boasted:
“From this day forth I am to be seen and referred to as an elf.”
Now any sane, alcohol-inebriated dwarf would’ve laughed her off immediately, but here Asmel was in the company of fellow nobles – foul creatures that were smug, spoiled and used to pampered lives. They immediately got to their feet and clapped, celebrating Asmel’s stunning act of courage and gladly hailed her as The Everseeing Land’s first trans elf queen.
That day was the most wonderful moment in Asmel’s life. But to the commonfolk of her kingdom it came to be known as the day the Lance of Kindling died.
Queen Sano Quemabifi, the new identity Asmel had chosen, was swift – within months new laws were passed decrying anybody who dared to deadname her. When shame didn’t work she sent them to prisons built specifically to “enlighten” those who were repeat offenders. Any dwarf dragged into one of these places was never seen again.
Most dwarves who were smart enough to see the change for what it was quietly packed their things and snuck their way to freedom.
This is a tale of seven such dwarves.
YEAR 1
Spring
Spring
From the diary of expedition leader “Null”:
15th Granite, 125
Well it finally happened – the wagon rolled over and died. All four wheels have broken beyond repair.
It lasted a whole week longer than I wagered it would – meaning not william stenchever, Big Stank Ditch Dad and I owe Coelacanth, reptile baht spaniard rid, Pat Fried Rice and Woodchuck ten gold coins each. Of course none of us have that sort of money anymore – most of it went into grabbing what few supplies we could find before hauling ass. The further we can distance ourselves from the true and honest “elf kween”, the better.
As a side note getting used to our new codenames has been tricky, but it’s a necessity now. Some of the others are more… exceptional when it comes to their identities but I went with “Null” – it’s simple and easy to understand. Don’t ask what “Dear Feeder” means either – it’s a personal thing.
We broke down while traversing the edge of this cliff – just grazing the mountain range.
It’s incredibly steep and I don’t think any of us have the strength to push the wagon into a position where it won’t topple and drop several meters to the ground. But that’s the least of our worries at the moment. The elf kween’s goons could be anywhere – even out in a wasteland like this – the best thing we can do is collapse the wagon, carve out a small space in the wall and bring our stuff inside.
The miners and the mechanic got to work in no time. Now, I’ve got to stop writing and help everyone move supplies. The clouds are incredibly grey – probably means we’re going to have a thunderstorm soon.
17th Granite, 125
So, uh, that rain? It wasn’t actually rain.
We were about halfway through carrying our booze supplies under cover when Pat Fried Rice suddenly staggered back and froze as the first drops of rain began falling from the sky in front of him. “What’s wrong?” Big Stank Dick Dad set the barrel he was holding down and walked over to the farmer. “You scared of getting wet or somethin’?”
At that moment the weirdest looking raindrop I’ve ever seen struck one of the boulders behind them – thick and a shade of red so dark it almost looked black. We all stared in confusion at it until a familiar, coppery smell hit our noses.
“Blood!” I shouted. “Everyone inside. ASAP!”
The next few minutes were a blurry haze. I’ve never seen a group of dwarves dismantle a wagon so quickly in all my life. We sloppily constructed a wall to barricade ourselves in afterwards with a few rocks that were lying around.
I don’t know how long we sat in shock for. The stench of dried blood was everywhere.
Eventually Woodchuck looked me in the eye and asked: “What’re we going to do now?”
27th Granite, 125
Something is seriously wrong with this place.
Trouble started when Coelacanth came to me and pointed out that the horses that had pulled our wagon had nowhere to graze and would eventually starve if we didn’t do something. After much deliberation we all decided the best thing to do was slaughter them. We had no clue when – or even if – a merchant’s caravan was going to pass by this area so having more food felt like the right thing to do.
It didn’t take long to carve out a second smaller chamber and we set not william stenchever to butcher the beasts and tan their hides – meanwhile I focussed on crafting a few beds and barrels.
I was about halfway done with the beds when I noticed… something… crawling across the ground.
At first I thought it was probably a bunch of worms – but they looked far thinner and finer than any worm I’ve ever seen. The way they slided towards me was purposeful – that’s the only way I can describe it – and I cautiously dropped the planks of wood I was working on to get a closer look.
I really wish I hadn’t.
I won’t lie – I yelled so loud even the elf kween on the other side of the continent probably heard it.
Coelacanth exploded into the room and as soon as she saw what was happening raised her pick and hacked it to pieces. There was a small chunk of cave floor missing by the time she was done but I didn’t care. I was too busy thanking Toral it was over.
“It’s okay,” Coelacanth huffed, using her pickaxe to prop herself steady. “I-I’ve dealt with it.”
We barely got time to speak before Big Stank Dick Dad and Woodchuck piled into the room, faces as pale as chalk.
Woodchuck beckoned to us. “There’s somethin’ yer both need to see.”
He gestured to the little peephole we carved out in the wall (just in case of danger) and the first thing that met my eyes was red. The entire landscape was now coated in dried blood and yes – it stank even worse than our little hiding spot. I feel sticky just thinking about it.
But then I saw something staggering near the edge of the cliff – a small, rodent creature that I think was called a wombat. My heart sank when I noticed the missing leg flesh and the one glassy eye dangling from one of its sockets.
Reptile baht spaniard rid was the first to speak up. “Do you realise what this means?”
None of us said a word. Pat Fried Rice shook his head and I just shrugged.
Not william stenchever was shaking like a mouse now. “This is a reanimator biome. It means whatever dies here is going to get straight back up.”
I immediately turned to Coelacanth and the other miners and asked: “How long is it going to take to build an escape tunnel?”
8th Slate, 125
We’ve started to dig a path through the south west of the mountainside. While that’s going on I’m prepping our rations. Pat Fried Rice offered to make some more drinks just in case we need them.
I can’t wait to leave this blood-soaked death trap behind.
11th Slate, 125
Godammit
GODDAMMIT
GODDAMMIT
Pat Fried Rice got jumped by another clump of those freakish horse hairs and nobody was around to stop it from grabbing him!
Poor bastard was howling in pain and babbling deliriously – it was pretty damn obvious to see why.
A clump of hair – hair! – tore a chunk out of his hip and almost took his left arm with it.
I dropped everything I was doing and set up one of the spare beds as a makeshift hospital, patching him up as best I could. Made a crutch and a splint too. I hope I’ve done enough to help him…
30th Slate, 125
Good news! Pat Fried Rice got out of bed and thankfully is still alive. He’s understandably shaken by everything so we dug out a little chamber where he can plant some of the seeds we brought along. There’s enough space to pasture our pigs too so that’ll give us a bit more room upstairs.
This is really meant to help Pat get his mind off of nearly losing his hip but in a pinch we could survive off of the crops.
4th Felsite, 125
More good news – we finished the escape tunnel!
Once we get a hatch in place we’ll have a sure fire way of getting out of here.
The bad news is that Pat isn’t able to walk that well yet without a crutch – if we were to make a break for it now and one of those horrible wombats caught up to us… I don’t think I could bear the thought of abandoning him to die.
So now we’re playing the waiting game – once Pat Fried Rice has healed and the coast is clear we’re bugging out and heading down south.
I never want to see another clump of horse hair ever again.
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You know things are going to be good when our first actual encounter with danger is horse hairs. Only in Dwarf Fortress!
This took a lot longer than I thought it would thanks to wanting to create a narrative and justifiable reasons for why dwarves would want to live in a place like this. Following updates won't be so text heavy because I wanna focus on having fun making KF references. Also human blood raining from the sky is one of the most metal things I've ever heard of.
Thank you for reading and being patient, frens! Hope you had a good Halloween!
This took a lot longer than I thought it would thanks to wanting to create a narrative and justifiable reasons for why dwarves would want to live in a place like this. Following updates won't be so text heavy because I wanna focus on having fun making KF references. Also human blood raining from the sky is one of the most metal things I've ever heard of.
Thank you for reading and being patient, frens! Hope you had a good Halloween!
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Is the map across multiple biomes? Otherwise I don't see how escaping is going to help.
The atomsmashing drawbridge was a favorite in reanimator biomes if I remember correctly.
The atomsmashing drawbridge was a favorite in reanimator biomes if I remember correctly.
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Nah the "escaping" thing is just me using storytelling to explain why the dwarves would carve out a tunnel like that. They're not going anywhere. They're gonna stay in this killer horse hair biome weither they like it or not.
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I couldnt be happier this is how it started. If the thread will indulge my autism, I’ll try to write up an in character journal When I get off work. Off to a great start @Coelacanth!
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No worries - your storytelling is great! Just was wondering if we had a cross-biome wonder (I remember embarking on one that said it had a biome with an aquifer and a biome with coal or something I needed, and the coal biome was like FIVE SQUARES)
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If you’re able with our recent bout of troon fuckery, can you throw up a save? I’d like to do a legends export on the world.
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There's a tiny bit of neighbouring biomes that aren't reanimator I think but they're too small to really do anything with. I might experiment and see if dead creatures stay dead in that corner which would be ideal for butcher workshops and refuse piles. And thank you! I was a little nervous about showing off my writing abilities publicly after so long so I'm glad you're entertained!
I'll see what I can do. It'll prob be up tomorrow because it's 11PM and I need to rest my toes after the surgery I had today.
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Please add me to the migrant waiting list; no preferred profession. We can always use more !!FUN!! in our lives.
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I like the narrative (especially since it’s very relatable at the moment) Feel free to chuck me into the reserve waiting list!
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It was nice to do some creative writing, been a while since I worked on something like this.
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15 Granite, 125
That's it. The wagon wheels finally gave way. That slobbering dog-faced fuck Null owes me 10 gold coins, if we ever manage to make it to minting currency in this hellhole. I don't know where the ever-chuffing fuck we broke down in, but it's still better than being under our "Qween" in the capital. I have no dwarfly idea why she decided to declare herself an elf (although I suspect a certain porcine noble, the retarded one who calls everyone "child" had something to do with it), but when Null pulled me off to the side and asked me if I wanted to get the fuck out, I couldn't say "Hell yeah" fast enough.
The miners are currently digging out an area for us to get the supplies inside. Once that's done, we'll probably be scrapping the wagon. There's no way we're getting much further at this point.
17th Granite, 125
Fuck the "Qween"
Fuck all her retainers.
Fuck anyone who even ever so slightly supports that retarded, mentally ill dwarf (YES SHE'S A FUCKING DWARF YWNBAE)
So we were getting the booze loaded off (The most important cargo, in this humble farmers opinion), when I felt a drop of rain on my hand. I looked at it, and fuck me sideways if it wasn't blood. Immediately, I flashed back to when Her Dwarfshit show us her "alterations", and one of said alterations ruptured, squirting on me. I was better able to contain my disgust this time around, but if we ever get a competent meddwarf in this place, I need to see them about getting some PTSD therapy for that shit.
I heard Null yell, and what followed was one of the fastest teardowns I've ever been apart of. I don't think any of us know how we got the wagon torn down so quick, but before you knew it, we were all inside, looking only slightly like we'd been involved in a mass murder. Null ordered the entrance sealed, for saftey.
Still less fucked than staying with that trelf.
11 Slate, 125
I fucking hate this place.
Reptile and not william had warned us that this was a reanimator biome (Checked the Lore, Undead Special EX+Alpha), and Null had been attacked by reanimated hair, but I never thought I would run across one myself. I'm a fucking farmer, and we have NO FUCKING HORSES.
I caught it out of the corner of my eye as it rushed me. I managed to evade or turn aside it's initial blows, but of course my luck would turn sour. It caught me on one evasion, and after bruising my arm, it damn near took my leg off. Fortunately, I managed to lash out with my good leg, and Armok was with me, because I managed to re-kill the damn thing.
Null, proving himself a damn stout lad, set me up in on of the free beds, even did what he could to patch me up. I'm gonna rest up, hopefully I can get out of here soon.
30 Slate, 215
I couldn't fucking take it anymore.
I've been recuperating for about 2 weeks, and if I had to listen to yet one more debate between Coelacanth and reptile about what they would rather do than suck the queen's cock if she found us, I was going to slit both their dicks and throats, or tell the faggots to get a room. I decided to go out for a walk, and when I went out to see what was new, I found the boys had carved me out a bit of farmland, with even enough room for a pig pen. Happy for the distraction, I began work that same moment to get some of our crops planted ASAP. While I'm sure no one holds any illusion about the viability of growing our food, it'd good to know my efforts are appreciated. I can probably use the fruits of my labor in the still.
I take back everything I said. These fuckers seem to be ok. It's still better than where we were.
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15 Granite, 125
That's it. The wagon wheels finally gave way. That slobbering dog-faced fuck Null owes me 10 gold coins, if we ever manage to make it to minting currency in this hellhole. I don't know where the ever-chuffing fuck we broke down in, but it's still better than being under our "Qween" in the capital. I have no dwarfly idea why she decided to declare herself an elf (although I suspect a certain porcine noble, the retarded one who calls everyone "child" had something to do with it), but when Null pulled me off to the side and asked me if I wanted to get the fuck out, I couldn't say "Hell yeah" fast enough.
The miners are currently digging out an area for us to get the supplies inside. Once that's done, we'll probably be scrapping the wagon. There's no way we're getting much further at this point.
17th Granite, 125
Fuck the "Qween"
Fuck all her retainers.
Fuck anyone who even ever so slightly supports that retarded, mentally ill dwarf (YES SHE'S A FUCKING DWARF YWNBAE)
So we were getting the booze loaded off (The most important cargo, in this humble farmers opinion), when I felt a drop of rain on my hand. I looked at it, and fuck me sideways if it wasn't blood. Immediately, I flashed back to when Her Dwarfshit show us her "alterations", and one of said alterations ruptured, squirting on me. I was better able to contain my disgust this time around, but if we ever get a competent meddwarf in this place, I need to see them about getting some PTSD therapy for that shit.
I heard Null yell, and what followed was one of the fastest teardowns I've ever been apart of. I don't think any of us know how we got the wagon torn down so quick, but before you knew it, we were all inside, looking only slightly like we'd been involved in a mass murder. Null ordered the entrance sealed, for saftey.
Still less fucked than staying with that trelf.
11 Slate, 125
I fucking hate this place.
Reptile and not william had warned us that this was a reanimator biome (Checked the Lore, Undead Special EX+Alpha), and Null had been attacked by reanimated hair, but I never thought I would run across one myself. I'm a fucking farmer, and we have NO FUCKING HORSES.
I caught it out of the corner of my eye as it rushed me. I managed to evade or turn aside it's initial blows, but of course my luck would turn sour. It caught me on one evasion, and after bruising my arm, it damn near took my leg off. Fortunately, I managed to lash out with my good leg, and Armok was with me, because I managed to re-kill the damn thing.
Null, proving himself a damn stout lad, set me up in on of the free beds, even did what he could to patch me up. I'm gonna rest up, hopefully I can get out of here soon.
30 Slate, 215
I couldn't fucking take it anymore.
I've been recuperating for about 2 weeks, and if I had to listen to yet one more debate between Coelacanth and reptile about what they would rather do than suck the queen's cock if she found us, I was going to slit both their dicks and throats, or tell the faggots to get a room. I decided to go out for a walk, and when I went out to see what was new, I found the boys had carved me out a bit of farmland, with even enough room for a pig pen. Happy for the distraction, I began work that same moment to get some of our crops planted ASAP. While I'm sure no one holds any illusion about the viability of growing our food, it'd good to know my efforts are appreciated. I can probably use the fruits of my labor in the still.
I take back everything I said. These fuckers seem to be ok. It's still better than where we were.
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It's raining blood, nothing stays dead, and it took less than a season for someone to nearly be torn apart by self-ambulatory hair. Did you accidentally embark into Brutal Legend or something?
Also, I hope the corners where everything isn't haunted to hell and gone can sustain butchers' workshops and graveyards. That or we're going to have to find a bottomless pit/portal to Hell to get rid of our trash.
Also, I hope the corners where everything isn't haunted to hell and gone can sustain butchers' workshops and graveyards. That or we're going to have to find a bottomless pit/portal to Hell to get rid of our trash.
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YEAR 1
Summer
Summer
4th Hematite, 125
Summer is now upon us – the only way I can tell is thanks to this diary. So far we’ve been here for almost three months but to me it feels we’ve been stuck here for double that. No sight of any wagons yet either.
As of now the others are just doing small things to pass the time. Coelacanth and the other miners have begun crafting tables from the many schist stones lying on the ground, while not william stenchever decided to start helping Big Stank Ditch Dad with making mechanisms. Pat Fried Rice seems to be happy with the farm we made for him and spends most of his time happily tilling the dirt.
As for me? I’m making a couple of bins from the wood we brought with us. It’ll make storing items a little tidier.
7th Hematite, 125
I overheard the miners talking today about carving out another room. Apparently they think it’ll be a good idea to make a dining hall or something.
I don’t care what they do as long as it stops them from going insane from being trapped here. Besides I’d really like to be able to sit on something that isn’t a dirty cave floor while I eat.
15th Hematite, 125
As it turns out Big Stank Dick Dad and not william stenchever make a good team. Together they decided it would be a very good idea to set up some cage traps near our escape exit – just in case one of those corpses slipped in while we weren’t looking. They asked me to make some cages and I obliged.
I also asked Coelacanth to make a few stone doors so we can add an extra layer of protection.
20th Hematite, 125
Do you see all those black stones? Those are bits of bituminous coal. I’m seriously kicking myself for purchasing some back at the mountainhome now because it’s literally everywhere here.
We don’t have a bookkeeper so we can’t give an exact number but I’m pretty sure at least 80% of them are coal. What a waste of coins…
7th Malachite, 125
We harvested our first plump helmet today!
Hopefully this is the start of many more – I could go for some grilled horse meat and plump helmets right now...
20th Malachite, 125
I don’t believe it.
While grabbing some more logs to make some cages I heard what I thought were voices. Checking through the peephole I found something that was a sight for sore eyes.
I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but from their tone they sounded frantic. I ordered Pat Fried Rice to head over to the hatch and open it enough to be able to find out who they were.
About twenty minutes later he returned with three dwarves and a cat I’d never seen before in tow.
The leader of the group – a miner – immediately approached me and thanked us for the shelter. “You have no idea how happy we are to find a place like this,” he said. “We’ve been on the run from the kween for weeks!”
I calmed him down and got the three of them all something to drink before asking for their story.
“I had to leave,” the miner began. “See I was a carpenter once – but about a year ago the kween made woodcutting a crime in our fort.” He shook his head. “Took up mining instead, but it just didn’t feel the same – but when I went to petition for the law to be repealed…”
I nodded. He didn’t need to say anything else.
“Me an’ my wife were a part of the kween’s court,” the lye maker said, gesturing to his wife – a wood crafter. “I know a bit ‘o Elvish,” he laughed bitterly. “So I stupidly tried to tell her what her new name actually means – but she insist’d that it meant beautiful elf queen and decided to send me to one of thos’ jails.”
“I wasn’t going to let that happen,” his wife chimed in. “So we dropped everything and ran.” She glanced to the miner. “That’s when we met up with our friend.”
After discussing it with the others we all eventually decided to let the newcomers stay – on the condition that they give themselves new code names and help out with preparations to leave. They happily obliged.
“Just one question,” SailingtheSaltySeas said once we were done explaining our plan to them. “How’re you goin' to attract trade caravans without a trade depot?”
Ah.
Coelacanth and the other miners began planning one out immediately. Catgirls are Love offered to be the broker as a way of thanking us for taking her and her husband in.
22nd Galena, 125
Out of sheer boredom we decided to add a couple more rooms to our new dining hall.
At least we have more room to do things now. Other than that it’s a case of waiting for the depot to be completed and see what happens.
30th Galena, 125
It is done. Everybody is packed and ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
I hope this works.
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Ayyyyyy told you things wouldn't be so text heavy this time!
Something I have noticed is the Depot is apparently inaccessible which might be thanks to the cage traps. Probably won't be able to remove them in time but oh well. That's the fun of Dwarf Fortress! From this point onwards I'm going to be planning out how this fort is going to take shape as well as deciding how certain parts of the Farms could possibly translate into our newhellhole kingdom.
@Pat Fried Rice okay I'm retarded I don't know how to throw up a save for everyone. Think you can elaborate? I'll get it up ASAP once I know!
Also @KonradCruise I again apologise for not making you one of the original seven dwarves! But at least Dan Schneider has the honour of being the first migrant!
Something I have noticed is the Depot is apparently inaccessible which might be thanks to the cage traps. Probably won't be able to remove them in time but oh well. That's the fun of Dwarf Fortress! From this point onwards I'm going to be planning out how this fort is going to take shape as well as deciding how certain parts of the Farms could possibly translate into our new
@Pat Fried Rice okay I'm retarded I don't know how to throw up a save for everyone. Think you can elaborate? I'll get it up ASAP once I know!
Also @KonradCruise I again apologise for not making you one of the original seven dwarves! But at least Dan Schneider has the honour of being the first migrant!
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For depot accessibility check it! Try moving it outside in the bloodhell - I've had many cases where the depot was inaccessible because there were just enough trees that there wasn't actually a path.
https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Trade_depot - when in D mode you should see green as far as it can "get" and be able to find the blockage. Wagons cannot get over boulders, either (I would usually build a Road to the map edge, but that may not be easy, an underground road could be used).
In some cases not being able to path would prevent them from even trying.
To throw a save you zip up the save folder. See https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Importing_and_exporting_worlds and https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Saved_game_folder
Make sure it doesn't have identifying information in it.
https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Trade_depot - when in D mode you should see green as far as it can "get" and be able to find the blockage. Wagons cannot get over boulders, either (I would usually build a Road to the map edge, but that may not be easy, an underground road could be used).
In some cases not being able to path would prevent them from even trying.
To throw a save you zip up the save folder. See https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Importing_and_exporting_worlds and https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Saved_game_folder
Make sure it doesn't have identifying information in it.
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