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Revision as of 01:54, 18 June 2008
Year 1053, Universe A, of the fortress Datankegeth, also known as Ironhold. The Diary of Adam "admanb" Muzishtun, a brewer...
The Story Thus Far
There I was, happily brewing away in a brand-new fortress. Content in my quiet but beer-filled lifestyle.
The memories of my two stints as a ruler of one of these damnable fortresses were slowly draining from my mind. Not that the memories themselves were bad - sure I took over from complete madmen, but they weren't incompetent madmen. When I finished my six-month rule and passed them back to the madmen I was feeling almost optimistic.
What happened then? The gods only know. The fortresses - both of them - simply disappeared. Man, woman, child, and stone - gone!
So here I sit. Desperate to destroy my memories of those fortresses.
That was when our ruler walked into my still and said, "I'm done with this. It's your turn, have fun."
Fuck.
The Situation
Okay, from what I can tell everything seems alright. The previous ruler appears to have been competent and sane, although a little accident prone.
That was what I thought until a dwarf walked into my still and sheepishly said, "Er, sir, the stockpiles..."
"What about them?" I replied, trying to sound friendly.
"Er, they're a bit of a mess sir."
I went upstairs to take a look.
What the fuck.
Granite
1st
The first thing I did was order myself to do nothing but make booze. The previous ruler had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and the fortress is suffering from something of a booze shortage as a result. There are enough useless nincompoops to do the hauling around here.
Seriously, what the hell does a "Potash Maker" even do? And why do we have two of them?
2nd
Assigned our mason and carpenter to begin work on the items we need to finish up the living quarters. I also drafted my predecessor into the army. Take that fucker.
12th
Our already-master stonecrafter has taken to a fey mood. Let's hope this doesn't end badly.
15th
Looks like the stonecrafter got everything he needed.
I've setup numerous production orders for everything we're missing - beds, doors, and coffers for the remaining bedrooms, mechanisms for traps, backpacks for trade value, and of course, BOOZE. I also added a stockpile for the carpenter and setup the food stockpiles so that the useful seed stockpiles next to the farms will actually be filled.
We're almost out of wood. Four "woodworkers" and not a single tree marked for destruction, *sigh*. You would think I took over from an elf!
16th
An elven caravan has arrived. Maybe my predecessor really was an elf. I'll try to avoid offering them a stockpile of wooden crafts.
Slate
5th
The elves brought nothing but cloth. I exchanged a few piles of stone crafts for enough cloth to cover a dwarven army.
6th
The drawbridge assembly has been completed... I assume it works, but frankly I'm afraid to try. I'm starting construction on the traps in the death walk.
19th
My advisors informed me the previous ruler built a tomb of size six units by six units. So I ordered the miners to dig out a seven by seven block. Seems only natural.
Felsite
1st
Immigrants!
Right when everything was nice and quiet. :(
4th
Over 20 new dwarves. *sigh* Our so-called expedition leader is now a Mayor, and we have a newly-appointed Captain of the Guard and fortress guard. I'm also going to recruit a few more into the military.
28th
If anyone sees a PETA employee... please tell me...
Hematitie
11th
One of my exploratory mining operations has struck Kimberlite. Hopefully diamonds will not be far behind.
17th
Goblin ambush! I've ordered all the dwarves inside. It appears to be a small ambush. Hopefully traps and our military will be able to take care of it. Unfortunately...
Some dwarves weren't quick enough to the call. Sodel was the first death of our young fortress. He'll be remembered.
The first, but not the only. A woodworker was quick to follow.
21st
The damnable goblins are just hanging around. I don't want to send my military out, but I can't let my dwarves go about their business for fear of being shot. Damn!
24th
The humans have arrived, as if I didn't have enough to deal--
OH FOR GOD'S SAKE
25th
The goblins have been defeated! In a vicious open-field battle our military destroyed them. We lost three men and one more civilian, but killed four goblins. A minor victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Immediately all effort will be put towards securing our entrances and finishing the drawbridge. Never again!
Malachite
8th
The possessed metalsmith is asking for metal bars, cloth, and thread. Considering we have all of that in the forms our fortress has access to, I suspect he's going to be insane in the near future. *sighs*
22nd
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME
27nd
Aban Fikodkikrost, the animal dissector has gone berserk! No one's sure what he's going to... oh god... what's he doing to that dog... OH GOD.
Oh god he pulled its tail off.
My god.
The fortress guards and military are RUNNING IN TERROR. He caught one of them and beat him in the pancreas until the poor bastard vomited.
Oh god he's catching up to the wounded ex-mayor.
Oh god.
He just beat the captain of the guard to death.
Oh thank god it's over. He was finally beaten two death by two guardsmen, a wrestler, and a crossbowman.
Galena
10th
Apparently no one ever finished talking with the human envoy. I found him in the catacombs next to where the ex-mayor died, sobbing and mumbling, "I just wanted to talk... I just wanted to talk..." Apparently during the whole business he was running back and forth saying, "Excuse me, excuse me can I have a word?"
12th
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
- sobs into his beer*
Limestone
8th
This is... horrifying.
28th
The mechanic was possessed. He's taken over a workshop and is demanding all sorts of stuff, including some kind of stone I apparently don't have. I'm about ready to write him off.
Sandstone
6th
Oh sweet Jesus.
10th
The dwarves showed up. My mayor spent a month sitting in his office conducting a meeting. Problem is the liason spent the month in the middle of my fortress. What the fuck. I assume both of them were conducting meetings between their right hands and their own...
- Ahem*
Anyways, in the end I had to go manage to trading myself. I traded a few barrels full of crafts for various iron, gems, and cloth.