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So I consulted TildeATH's wonderful minotarrrr network, and the list I gave him was complete enough to show that Ithbi Scabrousburned was the offspring of Cera Squashedred and Emudi Goryshoots.. aka Granny Minotarrr. They done killed Bulifo's brother...
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OhCrap posted:So I consulted TildeATH's wonderful minotarrrr network, and the list I gave him was complete enough to show that Ithbi Scabrousburned was the offspring of Cera Squashedred and Emudi Goryshoots.. aka Granny Minotarrr. They done killed Bulifo's brother... Considering that family tree, it wouldn't be surprising if Bulifo was his cousin and the grand-uncle at the same time, too.
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1 = neddy seagoon. (1d1=1) Congratulations, Neddy Seagoon! Your persistence has finally paid off, you are our next Overseer! The save and stuff is up on the overseer site. Feel free to grab it, but please don't start playing till we've had a chance to chat. Email me at my username at gmail dot com, or PM me.
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There's a suspicious lack of Bad Munki in that vote... Good luck Neddy Seagoon!
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Leperflesh posted:1 = neddy seagoon. (1d1=1) Haha. Ahahahahaaha. WAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This is going to be such fun  .
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Neddy Seagoon posted:Haha. Ahahahahaaha. WAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. If you want any help figuring out where things are, or just a bit more info on what's going on (beyond my notes), or if you want to complain about all the lovely little things I have done that I didn't document anywhere, feel free to shoot me a PM. Also, my monitor died this morning and I am now running on a fresh replacement. I'm glad that it waited until after my turn was done to give up the ghost.
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Pickled Tink posted:Congratulations! Thanks I'll keep that in mind  . I haven't opened the save yet and I'm still gotta chat with Leperflesh via PM. I might be able to get at least a short start to my year sometime tonight, depending on how long it takes me to get to grips with the fortress.I have plans for this place. Mechanical plans...
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Neddy Seagoon posted:I have plans for this place. Mechanical plans... You spelt "maniacal" incorrectly.
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Skanky Burns posted:You spelt "maniacal" incorrectly. I have those too. But first I gotta drag the place kicking and screaming into the age of mechanical power. And windmills just aren't gonna cut it...
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Nonsense, they just need enough power. Wind alone obviously won't cut it. What we need is the power of STEAM! Rerouting the river into a magma pool with nearby windmills to be fueled by the pressure should work, right? (This is the worst idea) Looking forward to the next bit of Dwarf Fortress chaos.
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 -1st Limestone, 249- For months these dreams have haunted me. Visions of a far-off bastion of madness inhabited by the deranged and mal-adjusted. Children sealed in the depths of magma, only to rise again and lead the fortress. Green hazy murk that taints the very soul of all it touches, corrupting good dwarves and surfacefolk into shambling creatures of horror that require both steel and steeled nerves to slay. And it calls out to me, my journal, beckoning like a siren. At first I believed it to be a simple nightmare, but today I overheard a passing group of travellers mention the name that has terrified me to my very beard - "Bronzestabbed". They told me they were migrating to this place "in search of a better life". This only made me question the fetid hells they must have started in to consider that place a paradise worth venturing in search of. I know in my heart that to go with them is folly and will surely end in my demise, dear journal... yet I signed on with them. I must know what draws me to this place, what force of nature compels me to reach it. -2nd Limestone, 249- One of the other dwarves in this caravan was kind enough to give me some pointers in basic illustration whilst we we stopped to restock our alcohol supplies in a human town. My dear journal, I can finally put my nocturnal visions to parchment in the hope I can make some semblance of understanding as to their intent. -3rd Limestone, 249-  My latest dream showed the inhabitants doing something to the base of the mighty weapon that pierces their front entrance. Children surrounded the colossal monument and began removing parts of the supports where it touched the earth. Lord Hattigan, the apparent leader amongst these infant labourers, spoke of a plan the adults had to convert it into a potential weapon in case "the bad greenies ever got in". I haven't told the others in my caravan of my dreams, my journal, for fear they would consider me crazy. Or press random trinkets from our supply cart into my hands in the hope I channeled something from outside mortal ken and forged an item of value. I dare not tell them my hands shake far too much from my haunting visions to perform any kind of labour. It is strange that only when I put quill to parchment to describe what ails me, I find my hands as calm and steady as they had once been. -4th Limestone, 249- I see now what they intend.  They plan to replace the walls with pillars, ensuring they are the only thing that hold the sword aloft. All it would take is a lever and some mechanims to plung the sword into the earth and kill intruders with the debris cast from the impact of the mighty weapon. I would shudder to think what else these mad-dwarves are capable of, but I know. I know far too much from what these visions have bestowed.  Their mausoleum filled, and more coffins placed as preparation against inevitable chaos.   The great queen Sankis, sitting aloft a great tower of stone where she cackles with glee at the dwarves who toil down beneath the earth. I fear she may be truly mad if she considers a tower high in the air to be the rightful place of a dwarf of any station in life. It is not just her. Many laugh in this nightmarish fortress, as though it is a place of joy.     Dear journal, the poor fools even laugh as the flesh rots from their very bodies. The laughter had echoed in my ears when I'd woken from this most recent perturbation of my sleep, my throat dry and my fellow travelers telling me I had been laughing joyously in my sleep. I fear whatever this madness is that taints me is getting worse the closer I get to the fortress. Yet I press on, for I must have answers to this insanity. Neddy Seagoon fucked around with this message at 04:04 on Jul 1, 2013 |
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Truly, Teim has been blessed by Ugath.
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I was thinking the same. Lucky dwarf.AJ_Impy posted:Truly, Teim has been blessed by Ugath.
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 NO.  NO. NO. NO. NO.. What was that wretched Ghost Overseer's plan? To weaponize the Sword of Destiny I can support, but to turn it into a one-shot trap? It's unacceptable! Completely unacceptable! The labor that went into that monument was too great to throw away to the whims of an Overseer when a goblin or kobold or elf or echidna gets free in the courtyard. The new overseer arrived today. I shall go speak to him, to get him to stop this travesty.
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How the hell is Teim still alive? Everything is rotten..and they're as happy as they can be, forget Ugath, Teim's been touched by Nurgle.
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Vadoc posted:How the hell is Teim still alive? Everything is rotten..and they're as happy as they can be, forget Ugath, Teim's been touched by Nurgle. How did he have a pretty decent drink lately when his mouth and throat are rotten? 
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Angela Christine posted:How did he have a pretty decent drink lately when his mouth and throat are rotten? It could have been his soft tissues deliquescing in on themselves.
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Sky Shadowing posted:
Have you ever seen an echidna?  There are not enough tons of rock in the world to drop on these hideous monstrosities.
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TildeATH posted:Have you ever seen an echidna? There's a reason my dwarf included echidnas in that list. Terrifying, but not threatening. And this is metal, my good dead dwarf.
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Sky Shadowing posted:There's a reason my dwarf included echidnas in that list. Terrifying, but not threatening. There are things that would be worth wrecking the monument for. Imagine a dragon shows up. While heading to the fortress, the dragon gets murked. Murk Dragon. Or a titan made of steel or some other crazy material. Though there is really no reason to convert the monument to do it. You can construct a floor held up by a single wooden pillar anywhere. Sometimes invaders will even destroy the pillar themselves.
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Next update's coming in the morning (relatively to me in Australia. In about 8-10 hours). There will be madness. Itchy madness...  .TildeATH posted:Have you ever seen an echidna? You are quite wrong, they're awesome little guys  .
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Spermy Smurf posted:Drop it on Munki. You'll get yours.
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Hey, any bitching in said previous post was in-character. When I built it, I hoped it would get used as a deathtrap of some kind- that somebody would pull a WEAPONTRIBUTE with it, or something. It irks me a tiny bit that it's going to be used as a single-shot deathtrap and destroyed completely, but I'm not the Overseer anymore, it passed down the chain for people to do what they willed with it.
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-4th Limestone, 249-  I saw the green hazy clouds pass over this foul tomb of horrors, Journal. They barely entered the domain of this nightmarish place before fading, as though even its evil paled in comparison.  I watched through my dreams as a simple clothier named Donkringel turned mad in the halls, frothing and screaming about creatures beyond dwarven ken as he dropped the items he'd been carrying and ran off like a wild animal on the scent of its prey.  -6th Limeston, 249- Further visions of the mad-dwarf Donkringel were shown last night. He ran screaming into a clothing workshop and staked a claim to it in a manner that is, well, more commonly used by dogs and wolves.  Though I was stuck baring witness to this through whatever ethereal mockery that inflicts these visions of distant Bronzestabbed, I could hear the Queen's voice echoing from atop her tower all the way in the depths of the earth.  "DO NOT GIVE BOLTS TO FRIEND NOR FOE! HOARD THEM! GATHER THEM UP AND KEEP THEM SAFE FOR WHEN WE TRULY NEED TO CASTE THEM AT THE OUTSIDERS!"  -7th Limestone, 249-  In my dreams last night several dwarves gathered quietly in the central hall. They constructed a chamber of bronze, a shrine worthy of the lever that could stab the earth with their mighty sword. I fear their obsessions may be contagious - I awoke in the morning to find myself resting against a bronze pillar built carefully beside our cart. I had no explanation to offer the others when they woke, and they deemed it as mysterious as I had. I still dare not tell the truth. -8th Limestone, 249-  There was a birth in Bronzestabbed, my journal. The mother, serelon, gave birth in the middle of the workshops. I fear for her infant, the first vision of her world having been Donkringel crafting like a crazed animal in the clothes shop not twenty paces away. Serelon mumbled the word "ActionHero" to her newborn child, though I do not know if it was a name or a prayer for one to save the wretched blight they called home.   I also watched as Donkringel worked with a crazed furvor far exceeding any normal craftsdwarf, mad spittle staining the material in his dirt-covered fingers. When he finally completed his work, I witnessed a maddening depravity that only dwarven craftsmanship could reach.   I swear that though I only saw the garment in my slumber, I could still feel the itchiness of it. A fouler item of clothing I have never witnessed. I woke to find myself scratching at my own chest, as though I could feel the accursed shirt beneath my own. Scratch... scratch...scratch... -18th Limeston, 249-   Dear journal, my latest visions brought me the sight of the dead. The remains of a poor fellow named Adus found out in the hillside, several arrows sticking out of his body and generally forgotten. I worry my fate upon arriving in Bronzestabbed will be such an ignominious end before I get the answers to my madness. There was no mourning by his comrades in the slightest, just a sigh from the one who found his corpse and an unceremonious disposal in one of the many identical coffins deep in the mausoleum. -19th Limestone, 249-  My dreams were almost peaceful last night. I saw the mayor, Kalman, in the warehouse, clutching fistfuls of socks as she sat amidst boxes of them and excitedly screaming for even more. I love a good pair of socks as much as any true dwarf, dear journal, but I fear her lust for the items may be bordering on insanity. At least I woke with my feet feeling warm and comfy in their own socks. Not at all like the shirt... Not at all... Scratch....Scratch... Scratch...   
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 This is the ghostly journal of TildeATH, Former Toddlerseer and Grim Hermit Spectre It's good to see the fortress well and truly descend into madness. Who could blame them, after all? Leperfish should be banished for ever suggesting the idea. Besides the ogres, the trolls, the forgotten beasts and goblins, we're beset by inbred minotaur clans, murk monsters, and ghosts. All the while, the people who lay claim to authority are power-mad obsessives who, when they're not starving children to death or dropping lava on people trying to save children from starving to death or tearing down perfectly good ghettos, constantly yell for more socks and more giant arrows. I know what they should drop that great big stupid sword on, Sky Shadowing. I don't even know if he's still alive, and if he's dead, then it should be dropped on his remains. That would irk him. It's a shame these "dwarves" are so obsessed with the surface. If only they dug a bit deeper, the things they could see...
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-19th Limestone, 249- I have discovered a secret to the namesake monument of this fortress. They claim the sword is forged from bronze in honor of their home, but I know the truth by the hue of the metal.  Dear journal, the sword is merely copper!. What kind of mad-dwarves are these that cannot even recognise metal by its colour, or the feel of it between their fingers? Has whatever rends their sanity truly stolen the most basic of dwarven senses? There also was another cloud of murk near the fortress.     It moved in from the east and then made an unnatural turn towards the north against the wind. Perhaps my theory of the clouds themselves fearing the evil of this domain has some merit to it... -20th Limestone, 249-   A corpse was found by the pond, the remains brutal and ravaged by combat. I only knew his name to be "Toplowtech" because Gnu whispered it under her breath when she got a look at Top's face, before muttering "drat gob's got another one". I've been quietly trying to suggest to the rest of the caravan we should be cautious of goblin ambushes, just in case we encounter the green-skinned creatures as we get closer to our destination.  The merchants finally left the fortress. They packed their carts hurridly and did not even chat amongst themselves, as though seeking to escape the land surrounding Bronzestabbed as quickly as they could. Each of them eyed the remains of TopLowtech as they passed, as though fearing they too would meet such a fate if they lingered. -2nd Sandstone, 249-   Another dwarf was found out in the hillside, dead with arrows sticking from their body. Such an ignominious fate for one of my kind, to fall beneath the sun, instead of deep beneath the earth in a pair of fine socks. I do not know what kind of dwarf Erek was, only that I doubt getting shot by goblin arrows was a worthy fate. -3rd Sandstone, 249-  Their lust for socks is maddening, my journal. They hold them above all other garments, even as the clothes fall from their bodies in rags! -13th Sandstone, 249- I have seen what they plan, yet I dare not draw it. Not yet. They seek out those who dwell below. The ones who cannot rend adamantine and roar in vain against the legendary metal that entombs them. These dwarves are truly beings of madness for they believe they can capture the foul beings of the netherworld with trickery and guile. I pray they forsake this madness, for it can only be a trick of the demons to encourage their release. Even if they were to succeed, the fortress would be home to a sealed prison of demons. What good could come of this?... Neddy Seagoon fucked around with this message at 18:43 on Jun 30, 2013 |
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A promising start! Someone needs to introduce the dwarves to cashmere goats... Just one point though - the full screen screenshots are really wide. They're just about okay on my widescreen monitors here but I imagine they will break tables on my work monitor. Any chance of cropping or at least timging them?
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Maugrim posted:Just one point though - the full screen screenshots are really wide. Yeah, I didn't want to say anything, but they are to wide. In the last short update all of them are okay. But the one before actually makes me scroll.
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Whoops. Went through and timg'ed the larger ones.
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Leperflesh posted:Alright guys, a few things here. GOD drat IT!! I was on that dwarfing list for like a year. gently caress Dwarf Fortress! quote:"I just want to take my final moments to say that I hate you all and this is all Toplowtech's fault," Adus said glumly. Toplowtech!! 
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-15th Sandstone, 249- The fortress population grows, children being born while the parents labour away in their collective madness.    -16th Sandstone, 249-    A child, Solban Hammergold, was born to Namagem whilst she was working on... the plan. I fear for this infant, to be born within spitting distance of a hollow adamantine vein. What foul evils might try to taint that poor innocent's mind as he grows. I pray he will not succumb to the demon's sway the way the others apparently have. This goal they strive blindly towards can bring nothing but trouble. -21st Sandstone, 249-  Sankis has had a chain of screwpumps built inside her mighty tower. The dwarves overseeing it muttering to each-other, talking of "defensive flooding". What madness. To not only choose a domain high above the surface of the earth, but also flood it as a means of fending off would-be invaders? Our queen truly has no respect for dwarven conventions... -26th Sandstone, 249- Dear Journal, sweet journal, last night was my first peaceful slumber in months. There were no dreams, no glimpses of madness, just emptyness and rest. At first I thought whatever cursed me had decided to show mercy and free me from this madness, but no. The truth was far more cruel.  We'd finally reached Bronzestabbed. We came from the south-east, the glimmering bronze (HAH!) sword obscured to us by the hillside. We didn't know we'd actually found Bronzestabbed until we had passed the crest of the hill and stumbled upon the place. Nerem, Bilal, and Plank stayed on the hillside, surveying the fortress entrance with quiet chatter. I simply left them to stand in awe over their new home, making my way down the hillside to finally delve into this seething pit of madness. I will have my answers, journal. But first I must see for myself this creation in the depths. What is the infernal trap these dwarves are constructing?...                  Note: I stopped this update short as it seemed a good breaking point before I finish and kick off my planned project. It'll either work, or the FPS will utterly tank and require a rollback to a prepared savegame. If it does work without murdering the framerate, there's gonna be quite a bit of Fun. Oh, and those were the only two dwarves with relationships of note. The others either had nothing, or eachother as passing acquaintances Neddy Seagoon fucked around with this message at 11:55 on Jul 2, 2013 |
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Ohdear. Remembering earlier fortresses and their Fun fps issues, I look forward to whatever madness you are planning.
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I might notice updates more often if they were actually posted as such, rather than being edited into old posts, which doesnt bump the thread!
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