Dwarf Fortress: Leromrigòth, 1058
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barnabas_trumanSpring 1058
More moving. It's taking a while; we have LOTS of stuff. The food stockpile is almost completely moved.
The elven caravan has returned. And, as usual, a squadron of goblin invaders. Fortunately, no ranged weaponry--five pike-wielders and an unarmed wrestler. We lost Ducim the stoneworker and a donkey, but drove off the goblins.
Another ambush, at the trade depot! And this time they've brought a crossbow-wielder and a spearmaster! Can the marksdwarves get there in time?
Yes, but not without cost. The marksdwarves drove off the war party, but two war dogs were killed, and while they were occupied fighting off the invaders, a goblin thief snuck in elsewhere and kidnapped little Urvad. We must dig out apartments in the new mine so that the children and other civilians can have a safe place to hide during future invasions. The unarmed elven merchants, distraught at the battle so close to the depot, have left without any trading.
All food stockpiles have been moved to the staging area outside what will soon be our new home. Now we begin moving furniture and other supplies.
This will be a big help for the hauling: another wave of immigrants!
• Ms. Shorast Libashfikod, ranger
• Ms. Tekkud Adilducim, peasant
• Ms. Litast Kuletstettad, armorer
• Mr. Likot Asolled, ranger
• Ms. Dastot Idenlòr, peasant
• Ms. Likot Arzeskeskal, brewer
• Mr. Tirist Tileshzuglar, blacksmith
• Mr. Ast Fikodabsam, fisherdwarf
...and his pet kiten Zas Stettadtulon
• Ms. Sodel Ceroletur, peasant
...and her pet calf Catten Iklistlikot
• Ms. Lorbam Likotmosus, cook
• Mr. Udil Ilralgusil, trapper
...and his pet mule Udil Leromrimtar (who names a pet after himself??)
• Ms. Èrith Zulbandolek, potash maker
• Ms. Kol Îmäzkûbuk, peasant
...and her pet calf Mistêm Akrulnil
• Mr. Meng Kuletmat, butcher
• Ms. Unib Bimèzum, woodcutter ("I brought my own axe!") and wife of Nil Likotlînem
• Mr. Nil Likotlînem, peasant and husband of Unib Bimèzum
...and their son Cerol Enasoslan and daughter Dastot Rakustthîdas
• Mr. Ònul Mistêmkol, jeweler
• Ms. Atír Zefontekkud, mason
• Mr. Dastot Orrunthîkut, herbalist
• Ms. Urvad Såkzulunib, mason
• Mr. Dumed Udilolon, peasant
• Ms. Dodók Emetled, peasant
With over 50 dwarves now inhabiting Leromrigòth, our little hamlet has become a village. Our expedition leader Tun Mebzuthast has been unanimously elected mayor. All hail Mayor Tun!
Of course the first task for all of the new immigrants will be to assist with the move to the new site. There's a lot of furniture that needs hauling!
Summer 1058
Moving to the new set continues to progress. All but the last of the furniture has been moved to the staging area. The human caravan from Anthath Thad has arrived, a little earlier than usual. Let's see what they've got.
As usual, we bought a bunch of food and drink and wood and charcoal and a few dogs in exchange for junk the dead goblins left behind. We're not sure why the humans seem to think it's so valuable (it wouldn't fit them any more than it fits us), but it seems to make them happy, so why not?
Under the designated workshop area of our new home, the miners have been digging out a holding tank for magma. Once it's complete and properly sealed off, they'll carve out the last wall to let in the magma from the natural source, and we'll have all the heat our forges and furnaces will ever need.
More migrants! Sooner than expected. Perhaps they were brought here by rumors of our fabulous wealth, and the legendary Golden Axe of Legromrigòth.
• Mr. Astesh Dodóklîlar, soapmaker
• Mr. Olin Ducimalmôsh, peasant
• Mr. Ingish Nogleshlogem, brewer
• Mr. Oddom Bisólzefon, metalcrafter
• Ms. Mörul Okilnish, metalcrafter
• Ms. Mafol Rodersibrek, gem setter
• Ms. Mosus Lolokmonom, gem cutter
Well, everyone's hard at work moving EVERYTHING from the old site to the new. Furthermore, Lorbam the mechanic has been possessed by some strange compulsion! She's claimed a machine shop with which to build... something. Out of felsite, flint, and yellow jasper. A really really well-made gear, perhaps? She keeps muttering "Tholór"...
Ayup. Tholór ("the deep drinks"), a felsite mechanism with spikes of yellow jasper. It's got flinty images on it of a diamond and Flamecrabs, the aforementioned golden battle axe. Rather than learning anything from the experience, unfortunately, Lorbam claims she remembers nothing about the entire affair. Possessed indeed.
Autumn 1058
Another caravan, another goblin ambush. Are we starting to see a pattern here? The goblins are getting more ambitious--it looks like this time they have two wrestlers, four hammerers, and that same spearmaster that attacked and ran away last time. Let's see if we can convince him to stay a while this time.
Wow. Our squadron of marksdwarves quickly made pincushions of the hammerers and wrestlers, although we lost three dogs in the battle, but the spearmaster is horrifying! He slaughtered four of the caravan's guards--all in steel armor--and the only wound he had to show for it was a broken arm! Our marksdwarves rushed towards the scene as soon as they could, but just as they were getting there one of the caravan's marksdwarves managed to shoot the goblin through the heart, and he soon died. The terror of Dostngosp Slaxuongas, goblin spearmaster and apparently king of the local tribe, is at an end.
Alas, the caravan has fled from the area in the aftermath of the battle. In remembrance of their fallen guards we will build coffins that they may be buried here.
Damn! During the fighting another goblin snatcher snuck through and kidnapped little Dastot! We must get the children inside as soon as possible.
Another wave of immigrants has arrived. We seem to be getting one every season these days.
• Mr. Edëm Inodtan, blacksmith
• Ms. Dodók Zulbanerib, peasant
• Ms. Kogan Abalurdim, dyer
• Mr. Nil Ònuläs, animal trainer
• Ms. Rakust Edosfath, miller
• Mr. Lòr Tiristnîles, milker and husband of Tirist Lòroltar
• Mrs. Tirist Lòroltar, peasant and wife of Lòr Tiristnîles
...and their son Èzum Besmarducim
• Mr. Kivish Adilônam, animal trainer
• Mr. Melbil Udosdeler, peasant
Strange. A village of our size should be assigned a Dungeon Master to assist with mining, armor and weapon manufacture, and capturing and training of exotic beasts. Why hasn't one been sent here by the Mountainhomes yet?
Alas, Èzum didn't last long. The goblin kidnappers are getting very bold indeed. But the apartment complex in the deeps is nearly complete; dwarves of all ages will be safe there. We've tasked the miners and engravers with digging out 80 bedrooms with smoothed walls and floors in 2x5 blocks with wide hallways in-between, and assigned several peasants to help out.
The magma reservoir nears completion as well. It's all carved out and cleared of stone, and Lorbam the mechanic is connecting the bauxite floodgates (very high melting point; magma-safe) to a lever on the workshop level. Once it's ready, a single pull of that lever will flood the reservoir with magma, and we can build fuelless forges above it.
Winter 1058
Besmar the marksdwarf has given birth to a baby girl! She's named Cerol Îgamzulban. We had a close call with Nil and Unib's little boy Cerol as well--a goblin master thief tried to stuff him in his bag and run off! Cerol fought back, was stabbed in the arm, and tried to run away with the goblin in hot pursuit. Fortunately the archery squad was very nearby and shot the goblin before he could catch Cerol.
What's very strange is the bag that the thief was carrying. It's going to be worth an awful lot--it's very well-made, with silk from a giant cave spider and lumps of hematite--but it also is decorated with a recognizable image of our very own legendary artifact bin! How exactly did the goblins know about that, and why do they care? Very strange indeed.
It begins! Our magma reservoir is complete, and all floodgates are in place and secure. The miners are now digging out the last walls between the natural magma pipe and our reservoir. The magma oozes into the channel, and slowly fills it from floor to ceiling all the way to the floodgates.
Another ambush! Seven goblins, armed with a spear and two maces, caught Mafol the gem setter as she was running an errand alone to the old site. Alas, she was quickly surrounded and didn't stand a chance. And another group from a different direction, this one with archers! Sodel the peasant was struck down as well. The marksdwarves arrive, but the goblins have the drop on us for the moment. Alåth and Libash fell in combat.
The goblins are all dead or fled. Two civilians and two soldiers lost on our side. One of the goblin archers fell prey to our cage traps while trying to escape, though; we'll put him with the others, and bury our dead.
In social news, Likot the marksdwarf has become VERY upset, and struck down one of Idem's dogs in her anger. She is understandably quite distraught at the deaths of Alåth and Libash, especially as she and Libash had grown quite fond of each other. We've given all of the surviving marksdwarves rooms of their own in the new apartment complex--and some shore leave--in hopes of consoling them and thanking them for their service. Meanwhile, Oddom the metalsmith has become possessed! He seems to be looking for a forge while muttering to himself, but we took apart the forge at the old site and haven't built a new one yet. Time to get started on that. The other smiths are building a forge on the workshop level, and Lorbam the mechanic is doing the honors of pulling the lever that will flood our reservoir with lava to provide the necessary heat.
It is too late for Likot. She has become melancholy and no longer wishes to have anything to do with the rest of us. Oddom seems confused and uninterested in the forge we have built; we do not know what sort of workshop he needs. Our craftsdwarves of all sorts are constructing temporary workshops of various types to see if he finds anything interesting.
At last! Oddom has finally claimed a forge. Presumably he didn't approve of the two other forges we had already built; Arnok only knows why. He's already started his mysterious construction--nothing elaborate, apparently; the only ingredient he's using is a chunk of scrap lead.
So yeah. Turns out he made a lead earring. With a picture of Flamecrabs the golden axe on it, of course.
More moving. It's taking a while; we have LOTS of stuff. The food stockpile is almost completely moved.
The elven caravan has returned. And, as usual, a squadron of goblin invaders. Fortunately, no ranged weaponry--five pike-wielders and an unarmed wrestler. We lost Ducim the stoneworker and a donkey, but drove off the goblins.
Another ambush, at the trade depot! And this time they've brought a crossbow-wielder and a spearmaster! Can the marksdwarves get there in time?
Yes, but not without cost. The marksdwarves drove off the war party, but two war dogs were killed, and while they were occupied fighting off the invaders, a goblin thief snuck in elsewhere and kidnapped little Urvad. We must dig out apartments in the new mine so that the children and other civilians can have a safe place to hide during future invasions. The unarmed elven merchants, distraught at the battle so close to the depot, have left without any trading.
All food stockpiles have been moved to the staging area outside what will soon be our new home. Now we begin moving furniture and other supplies.
This will be a big help for the hauling: another wave of immigrants!
• Ms. Shorast Libashfikod, ranger
• Ms. Tekkud Adilducim, peasant
• Ms. Litast Kuletstettad, armorer
• Mr. Likot Asolled, ranger
• Ms. Dastot Idenlòr, peasant
• Ms. Likot Arzeskeskal, brewer
• Mr. Tirist Tileshzuglar, blacksmith
• Mr. Ast Fikodabsam, fisherdwarf
...and his pet kiten Zas Stettadtulon
• Ms. Sodel Ceroletur, peasant
...and her pet calf Catten Iklistlikot
• Ms. Lorbam Likotmosus, cook
• Mr. Udil Ilralgusil, trapper
...and his pet mule Udil Leromrimtar (who names a pet after himself??)
• Ms. Èrith Zulbandolek, potash maker
• Ms. Kol Îmäzkûbuk, peasant
...and her pet calf Mistêm Akrulnil
• Mr. Meng Kuletmat, butcher
• Ms. Unib Bimèzum, woodcutter ("I brought my own axe!") and wife of Nil Likotlînem
• Mr. Nil Likotlînem, peasant and husband of Unib Bimèzum
...and their son Cerol Enasoslan and daughter Dastot Rakustthîdas
• Mr. Ònul Mistêmkol, jeweler
• Ms. Atír Zefontekkud, mason
• Mr. Dastot Orrunthîkut, herbalist
• Ms. Urvad Såkzulunib, mason
• Mr. Dumed Udilolon, peasant
• Ms. Dodók Emetled, peasant
With over 50 dwarves now inhabiting Leromrigòth, our little hamlet has become a village. Our expedition leader Tun Mebzuthast has been unanimously elected mayor. All hail Mayor Tun!
Of course the first task for all of the new immigrants will be to assist with the move to the new site. There's a lot of furniture that needs hauling!
Summer 1058
Moving to the new set continues to progress. All but the last of the furniture has been moved to the staging area. The human caravan from Anthath Thad has arrived, a little earlier than usual. Let's see what they've got.
As usual, we bought a bunch of food and drink and wood and charcoal and a few dogs in exchange for junk the dead goblins left behind. We're not sure why the humans seem to think it's so valuable (it wouldn't fit them any more than it fits us), but it seems to make them happy, so why not?
Under the designated workshop area of our new home, the miners have been digging out a holding tank for magma. Once it's complete and properly sealed off, they'll carve out the last wall to let in the magma from the natural source, and we'll have all the heat our forges and furnaces will ever need.
More migrants! Sooner than expected. Perhaps they were brought here by rumors of our fabulous wealth, and the legendary Golden Axe of Legromrigòth.
• Mr. Astesh Dodóklîlar, soapmaker
• Mr. Olin Ducimalmôsh, peasant
• Mr. Ingish Nogleshlogem, brewer
• Mr. Oddom Bisólzefon, metalcrafter
• Ms. Mörul Okilnish, metalcrafter
• Ms. Mafol Rodersibrek, gem setter
• Ms. Mosus Lolokmonom, gem cutter
Well, everyone's hard at work moving EVERYTHING from the old site to the new. Furthermore, Lorbam the mechanic has been possessed by some strange compulsion! She's claimed a machine shop with which to build... something. Out of felsite, flint, and yellow jasper. A really really well-made gear, perhaps? She keeps muttering "Tholór"...
Ayup. Tholór ("the deep drinks"), a felsite mechanism with spikes of yellow jasper. It's got flinty images on it of a diamond and Flamecrabs, the aforementioned golden battle axe. Rather than learning anything from the experience, unfortunately, Lorbam claims she remembers nothing about the entire affair. Possessed indeed.
Autumn 1058
Another caravan, another goblin ambush. Are we starting to see a pattern here? The goblins are getting more ambitious--it looks like this time they have two wrestlers, four hammerers, and that same spearmaster that attacked and ran away last time. Let's see if we can convince him to stay a while this time.
Wow. Our squadron of marksdwarves quickly made pincushions of the hammerers and wrestlers, although we lost three dogs in the battle, but the spearmaster is horrifying! He slaughtered four of the caravan's guards--all in steel armor--and the only wound he had to show for it was a broken arm! Our marksdwarves rushed towards the scene as soon as they could, but just as they were getting there one of the caravan's marksdwarves managed to shoot the goblin through the heart, and he soon died. The terror of Dostngosp Slaxuongas, goblin spearmaster and apparently king of the local tribe, is at an end.
Alas, the caravan has fled from the area in the aftermath of the battle. In remembrance of their fallen guards we will build coffins that they may be buried here.
Damn! During the fighting another goblin snatcher snuck through and kidnapped little Dastot! We must get the children inside as soon as possible.
Another wave of immigrants has arrived. We seem to be getting one every season these days.
• Mr. Edëm Inodtan, blacksmith
• Ms. Dodók Zulbanerib, peasant
• Ms. Kogan Abalurdim, dyer
• Mr. Nil Ònuläs, animal trainer
• Ms. Rakust Edosfath, miller
• Mr. Lòr Tiristnîles, milker and husband of Tirist Lòroltar
• Mrs. Tirist Lòroltar, peasant and wife of Lòr Tiristnîles
...and their son Èzum Besmarducim
• Mr. Kivish Adilônam, animal trainer
• Mr. Melbil Udosdeler, peasant
Strange. A village of our size should be assigned a Dungeon Master to assist with mining, armor and weapon manufacture, and capturing and training of exotic beasts. Why hasn't one been sent here by the Mountainhomes yet?
Alas, Èzum didn't last long. The goblin kidnappers are getting very bold indeed. But the apartment complex in the deeps is nearly complete; dwarves of all ages will be safe there. We've tasked the miners and engravers with digging out 80 bedrooms with smoothed walls and floors in 2x5 blocks with wide hallways in-between, and assigned several peasants to help out.
The magma reservoir nears completion as well. It's all carved out and cleared of stone, and Lorbam the mechanic is connecting the bauxite floodgates (very high melting point; magma-safe) to a lever on the workshop level. Once it's ready, a single pull of that lever will flood the reservoir with magma, and we can build fuelless forges above it.
Winter 1058
Besmar the marksdwarf has given birth to a baby girl! She's named Cerol Îgamzulban. We had a close call with Nil and Unib's little boy Cerol as well--a goblin master thief tried to stuff him in his bag and run off! Cerol fought back, was stabbed in the arm, and tried to run away with the goblin in hot pursuit. Fortunately the archery squad was very nearby and shot the goblin before he could catch Cerol.
What's very strange is the bag that the thief was carrying. It's going to be worth an awful lot--it's very well-made, with silk from a giant cave spider and lumps of hematite--but it also is decorated with a recognizable image of our very own legendary artifact bin! How exactly did the goblins know about that, and why do they care? Very strange indeed.
It begins! Our magma reservoir is complete, and all floodgates are in place and secure. The miners are now digging out the last walls between the natural magma pipe and our reservoir. The magma oozes into the channel, and slowly fills it from floor to ceiling all the way to the floodgates.
Another ambush! Seven goblins, armed with a spear and two maces, caught Mafol the gem setter as she was running an errand alone to the old site. Alas, she was quickly surrounded and didn't stand a chance. And another group from a different direction, this one with archers! Sodel the peasant was struck down as well. The marksdwarves arrive, but the goblins have the drop on us for the moment. Alåth and Libash fell in combat.
The goblins are all dead or fled. Two civilians and two soldiers lost on our side. One of the goblin archers fell prey to our cage traps while trying to escape, though; we'll put him with the others, and bury our dead.
In social news, Likot the marksdwarf has become VERY upset, and struck down one of Idem's dogs in her anger. She is understandably quite distraught at the deaths of Alåth and Libash, especially as she and Libash had grown quite fond of each other. We've given all of the surviving marksdwarves rooms of their own in the new apartment complex--and some shore leave--in hopes of consoling them and thanking them for their service. Meanwhile, Oddom the metalsmith has become possessed! He seems to be looking for a forge while muttering to himself, but we took apart the forge at the old site and haven't built a new one yet. Time to get started on that. The other smiths are building a forge on the workshop level, and Lorbam the mechanic is doing the honors of pulling the lever that will flood our reservoir with lava to provide the necessary heat.
It is too late for Likot. She has become melancholy and no longer wishes to have anything to do with the rest of us. Oddom seems confused and uninterested in the forge we have built; we do not know what sort of workshop he needs. Our craftsdwarves of all sorts are constructing temporary workshops of various types to see if he finds anything interesting.
At last! Oddom has finally claimed a forge. Presumably he didn't approve of the two other forges we had already built; Arnok only knows why. He's already started his mysterious construction--nothing elaborate, apparently; the only ingredient he's using is a chunk of scrap lead.
So yeah. Turns out he made a lead earring. With a picture of Flamecrabs the golden axe on it, of course.
