Leperflesh posted:

I embarked on a 3 x 5 oblong embark point (which is to say, three worldtiles wide and five tall, as oriented north up). The top three tiles are all Evil biome, through which the stream runs.

Now, Toady is pretty good at not just having the worldtiles attach in straight lines when you have a biome border. So instead it's a ragged edge.

That said, the first appearance was on the southeasternmost edge of the map, which in theory is not evil biome. So it would appear that there's at least some overlap or possibility of drifting into non-evil areas.

Pickled Tink posted:

so I could send an Elven adventurer to murder the lot of you

GrimRevenant posted:

MY GODS

Conspiracy with elves? Can this possibly mean… LeJackal was right?

Nine of Eight posted:

I'm sure there'll be plenty of openings in the near future.

Feinne posted:

These openings will likely be filled with magma and therefore of questionable safety.

Bad Munki posted:

"This pool was made for me!"


Durrrrrrrrrrrr

Feinne posted:

Pickled Tink's Elf is just going to find a bunch of dwarf shaped patches of cooling basalt and back away slowly, vowing never to speak of this again.

Pickled Tink posted:

Actually, the fortress is such a maze and laid out so incomprehensibly that I couldn't even find my way down to the lower levels in my test run, and the population of the upper floors was pretty thin. Sadly, almost all my victims were dwarves that have already died to the machinations of Internet Munki, so I couldn't write up anything interesting.

Also: Did you know that fortress made armour is one size fits all? Neither did I until I reached the armoury.

Sevariat posted:

Elves can turn entire forests into clones of The Giving Tree, and dwarves have invented elastic metals.

Don't think too hard about that last image.

Bad Munki posted:

Note to self: carve a room into the monolith, put TildeATH's dwarf in it before launch.

Bad Munki posted:

Note to self: carve a room into the monolith, put TildeATH's dwarf in it before launch.

Bad Munki posted:

You think you're safe in that little room of yours? You think magma will keep me out?

Bad Munki posted:

Well, I've played through the next update. It's now 1:30AM and I have to be up in a few hours, so the actual write-up will have to wait until morning, but here's a little sneak preview:

Internet Kraken posted:

I knew fishing would bring nothing good to this fort!

Qwo posted:

The Journal of Qword, Chirurgeon
_{Entry 1 (Hematite of 237)}

We have arrived at Bronzestabbed. The journey was quite unkind to us. Many things went wrong, which gave my wife Falgund reason to complain constantly. Twice I laid her on the ground and trepanned her thick skull, but she only complained all the louder afterwards.

I do not much care for my wife. She is a cherub-cheeked, benign dwarfess. Boring, insipid. Slow. Bubbling with things to say. She worships the gossip-goddess when it suits her, which is when she’s feeling particularly womanly. I do not share her fascination with fluffy creatures and relationships. I am glad her pet cat starved on the way here.

I sometimes long for my bachelor years. It was not so long ago, for I am a very young dwarf. Tomemoistened was my home, a fair fortress of a few hundred dwarves. I trained as an apprentice chirurgeon - one who cuts and heals dwarfflesh. A rare and prestigious profession! I was, by all accounts, a promising sawer of bones.

But alas, it was not meant to be. My training lasted only two years before I had Falgund thrust on my shoulders. My parents had arranged the marriage with hers. It was a joining of houses, a sharing of wealth, a horrible dwarven custom that ended my life before it had even begun.

I moved to Ripewhips to live with my bride and her family. It was pure misery. Ripewhips is an astonishing fortress, as I’m sure you’ve heard. A progressive polyracial society. It was truly disgusting. The only joy to be had in Ripewhips was my 0% survival rate for goblin patients.

Obviously, six years of dead goblins caught up with me.

I narrowly escaped being clapped in irons and sentenced to death. The goblins, craven greenskins that they are, came in great numbers while I was asleep. I broke a few of my precious anatomy tablets over their heads, threw my screaming wife at them, and fled from Ripewhips, never to return again.

Unfortunately, my wife, through some sick joke of the gods, escaped too and followed me into the wilds. I was grief-stricken to find that she still lived, but I passed my sobs off as joy.

SirPhoebos posted:

Hey, I thought you two weren't able to see each others posts!

Bad Munki posted:

Journal entries are off-limits, the rest is fair game. Otherwise, we'd basically have to not read the thread at all, since stuff from the posts is constantly discussed. I think it actually very nicely simulates overhearing conversations about what's going on in the fort: you get snippets and sometimes a vague idea of what's going on, but the details are always missing.

Albinator posted:

Ancient history: I guess it was true what they said about my third detached cousin. He was Bad.

markus_cz posted:

Hah! I didn't expect anyone would remember this line. Thanks, you just made me happy

scamtank posted:

Oh gently caress.

A brief reminder to the character of Qword:

TildeATH posted:

Where the dwarf is my dwarfing updwarf?

Bad Munki posted:

Oh, and you die this update, just fyi!

Sevariat posted:

If you need to feed your Dwarf Fortress Let's Play habit, I'm almost forty updates into one here. It may at least keep the tremors down for a couple hours. Or make blood spontaneously explode from your eyeballs; I can't guarantee we got all the syndrome dust scrubbed off.

Spermy Smurf posted:

Anxiously awaiting the update where everyone TildeATH dies.

TildeATH posted: