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Wikipedia article

This article is about an older version of DF.

Adamantine is processed from raw adamantine into strands which can then be made into various items; these items are impossibly lightweight, strong, and valuable. Armor made from Adamantine is absurdly valuable and wonderfully effective.

For more information on its whereabouts and other Fun information see raw adamantine.

Processing[edit]

Adamantine strands are extracted from raw adamantine at a craftsdwarf's workshop. The strand extraction labor must be enabled for a dwarf to perform the extraction. The process is extremely slow for an unskilled laborer.

The strands must then be either woven into cloth at a loom (for metal clothing and other related objects) or smelted into wafers at a smelter (for adamantine armor, crafts, weapons and so on). Fortunately, these tasks are performed just as quickly as any other weaving or smelting jobs. Once smelted into wafers, it is used much like any other bar of metal.

Given this extra step of extraction before the smelting phase, most players will want to build additional craftsdwarf's workshops and stockpiles near the smelters and forges. Note that the strands of adamantine are stored in cloth/thread stockpiles.

Take care to note that clothing made from adamantine will suffer wear, just as normal clothing does.

Goods forged from adamantine require approximately 3 times as many materials as with other items:

Use in Weaponry[edit]

One of the many beneficial qualities of adamantine is that it is both nigh weightless and extremely sharp. This makes it an excellent choice for edge weapons, but does not benefit, and in fact hinders, the effectiveness of blunt weapons. Therefore, adamantine is a terrible choice for blunt weapons (roughly equivalent to making the weapon out of cork), though it makes a great tool for your hammerer as a hammering will not kill your dwarves (although you may wish to consider if using adamantine to acheive this is a good investment).

Use in Armor[edit]

In addition to its low weight, adamantine has the highest strength values of any material. Armor made of adamantine provides unmatched protection against slashing and piercing attacks. Blunt attacks and ranged attacks partially bypass armor, so a full kit of adamantine armor is not a recipe for combat invulnerability.

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Unfortunately, breaching any of the tubular veins leads to the HFS, for lots of Fun. Reports have been made of there being surface deposits, but this is incredibly rare and should not be trusted as anything other than a bug for the moment.

Origins of Adamantine and Slade[edit]

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Back in the mists of time, the Gods decided to create the World. To do so they had to find a way to heat it in the cold voids of space. Demonkind had already forged their own world out of the vile substance Slade, a stone anathema to all creation and only able to be worked through the vile rituals they had created, for slade was truly "dead" stone, with no life in it at all.

Deciding both to imprison their greatest enemies and to create a home for their creations, the Gods poured into the skies of the Demons' world "living" stone (known to mortals as semi-molten rock - rock burning hot with the fresh life of Creation). The Gods knew that if it were not constantly heated, this living rock would cool, and yet the Demons, fools that they were, constantly attacked the living rock, not realizing that their attacks simply heated the rock again and again, keeping it alive. Unfortunately, as the Gods began to pour more and more of the rock onto their creation, they found it quickly lost its life when removed too far from the Demons. It would only remelt once it touched the living rock, creating vast seas of magma that heated the tunnels above. Worse, the living rock itself had been disturbed by this process, creating gaping holes through which the Demons escaped, killing and maiming the first creations of the Gods, warping those they could find into the terrible Forgotten Beasts, leaving the Titans safe on the surface.

Knowing this state of affairs could not last if their weaker creations, the first mortals, were to survive, the Gods created a new substance, imbued with their power: Adamantine. The beautiful aqua-colored ore was poured into the holes, sealing the entrances that the living rock could no longer seal, preventing the Demons from escaping, for its power totally repelled Demonkind.

Unfortunately, as time passed and the first mortals began to carve their civilization from both the surface and the underworld, they discovered the vast shafts of this amazing substance and began to mine it, instantly realizing its divine potency. In doing so, they removed the great barriers the gods had placed in order to keep the Demons sealed. The Demons rose up, slaughtering thousands and escaping into the World, often rising to lead mortal civilizations, such as that of the Goblins. Upon these sites they raised towers carved from the vile Slade that only they could work. Brave adventurers and champions of the Gods forged special swords made from the divine Adamantine and ventured into these dark places to seal the Demons within hell once more. Leaving their swords buried in these places, those who survived swore to defend them for all eternity, binding themselves with oaths of such might that they surpassed death itself. They remain, even today, as zombies and skeletons, driven by their undying thought "none must take the sword!" and nothing more. These undead are totally obsessed with their duty to defend the ancient demonic structures from all interlopers and have been the death of many an unwary explorer.

In retrospect, all this could probably have been avoided if the Gods had bothered to make their all-powerful metal capable of withstanding the swing of a copper pick.

The Great Adamantine Space Elevator[edit]

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[1] In a great fluke, a new world was created in the midst of Armok shaving. No one quite understands why this happened, but the whisker of the holy one landed vertically. The material can only be described as a super adamantine. It is over 2000 z-levels high. And the map continues on.

Year after year, the dwarves of [SUBJECT CIVILIZATION HERE] send an expedition out into the world in order to ascertain the fate of last year's expedition. It has long since been forgotten exactly when this series of fruitless expeditions started, but the dwarves are a sort that demands an answer.

It happens year after year when they head northeast to the ominous shrubland that has been known only in name: "The Hill of Spit." The hill lies beyond a ruined elven settlement, a stone's throw away from a brook that has come to be known as "Troublemysteries." By the time they arrive, it is already too late.

They embark year after year, and there they stand, awe-struck with their implements of dwarven duty left undisturbed at their feet. All about them are the decrepit wagons and bleached bones of those who heralded their grim arrival -- barrels filled with rot and worm, picks covered in rust and dust. There they stand with their eyes open wide and jaws agape, and they stare upward into the dome of the heavens. What they see is beyond the ken of mortal beard. It reaches from the ground higher than any bird has flown; higher than any cloud has drifted; higher than any man, dwarf, beast or monster has ever or will ever ascend, twisting and writhing upward in ways that can only transfix the gaze of unwary observers in their fundamentally impossible geometries -- a spiraling needle of pure adamantine, ascending beyond the vanishing-point into the sky.

They stand there, motionless and breathless, and wait only for time to wear them down into the dust of the earth from whence they came, leaving that siren spire standing amidst a graveyard of wagons and barrels to call more of their bearded kind to an emaciated doom.

Another year, another expedition unheard of, another question unanswered, another expedition prepared.