Dwarf Fortress Succession: Hotmagic of Death
Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 11:52 pm
Ok! Year one has gone, so it's all yours Araun. Let me know how you want me to send the file to you.
~Quiz
Dwarves: 17
Done: plump helmet farm, kitchen, stills, lumber stockpiles, refuse, pasture, bedrooms, meeting hall, bookkeeper + office.
Needs doing: more rock pots for booze, more stone crafts for caravans, access to volcano/forges, cabinets and coffers for bedrooms, more tables and chairs for meeting hall, wall around pasture. (pray another mason/stonecrafter comes in a migrant wave), mining copper, tetra, obsidian.
Requested from next caravan: iron, flux
Quiz’s Log, 1 Granite 126
We arrived today at the site ordered to us by Her Majesty Queen Agebell, wise ruler of Urvad Tirist under the mountain. I had never left the mountainhome before, and was unsure of what to expect. From what our leader, Zulban, tells us, we are simply expanding the queen’s territory. We are not far from the mountainhome at all, simply establishing a trading post on the western edge of the Point of Orders, though more commonly known as the World’s Spine. The one mountain range spanned the entire known world, from the deserts to the south to the glaciers to the north, the mountains stood above it all. Our orders were to claim the great western volcano, The Loyal Rage. We hoped that the name proved to not be an irony. As we cleared the final peak on our journey west, an incredible sight beheld us.
The volcano itself was a cliff face! We saw the open chamber of magma, staring with its red eye up towards the sky. Only a few steps to the north of the crater the mountainside dropped away to a perfectly flat grassland. It was lightly wooded, and had a few pools to offer water, as if we’d let things get so bad.
Zulban seemed to approve of the lowlands, and ordered the wagon down the cliff side. It was rough going, as the horses didn’t wish to fall to their doom, and to be honest, neither did I. I was a dwarf of the earth, tilling fields, brewing beer; hanging from the side of a cliff was not something I wished to experience. Yet the order was given, and down we went.
Upon reaching the sandy ground, the wagon was laid to rest and the horses released. The other animals we brought on our journey were happy to be free again, and set about exploring the grasses for food and game. Zulban hefted her pick, smiling at the face of the cliffs, “A whole pillar of magma stands just to the south of this rock, a blessing from Armok, certainly. Yet we cannot forget what dangers await us here, as we are the first of Urvad Tirist to breach the west.” A look of concentration passed over her face, and as she tends to do when thinking, Zulban began to tug at one of the folds of fat that hung from her… generous frame, her tongue passing over her lips (likely thinking of a tasty snack), “I name this Fortress after what we expect from it: Vusharoth Rash, or the Hotmagic of Death in the ould tongue. STRIKE THE EARTH!” And with those words, her pick rose, swiftly and efficiently striking into the mountainside.
We had arrived.
~Quiz
Dwarves: 17
Done: plump helmet farm, kitchen, stills, lumber stockpiles, refuse, pasture, bedrooms, meeting hall, bookkeeper + office.
Needs doing: more rock pots for booze, more stone crafts for caravans, access to volcano/forges, cabinets and coffers for bedrooms, more tables and chairs for meeting hall, wall around pasture. (pray another mason/stonecrafter comes in a migrant wave), mining copper, tetra, obsidian.
Requested from next caravan: iron, flux
Quiz’s Log, 1 Granite 126
We arrived today at the site ordered to us by Her Majesty Queen Agebell, wise ruler of Urvad Tirist under the mountain. I had never left the mountainhome before, and was unsure of what to expect. From what our leader, Zulban, tells us, we are simply expanding the queen’s territory. We are not far from the mountainhome at all, simply establishing a trading post on the western edge of the Point of Orders, though more commonly known as the World’s Spine. The one mountain range spanned the entire known world, from the deserts to the south to the glaciers to the north, the mountains stood above it all. Our orders were to claim the great western volcano, The Loyal Rage. We hoped that the name proved to not be an irony. As we cleared the final peak on our journey west, an incredible sight beheld us.
The volcano itself was a cliff face! We saw the open chamber of magma, staring with its red eye up towards the sky. Only a few steps to the north of the crater the mountainside dropped away to a perfectly flat grassland. It was lightly wooded, and had a few pools to offer water, as if we’d let things get so bad.
Zulban seemed to approve of the lowlands, and ordered the wagon down the cliff side. It was rough going, as the horses didn’t wish to fall to their doom, and to be honest, neither did I. I was a dwarf of the earth, tilling fields, brewing beer; hanging from the side of a cliff was not something I wished to experience. Yet the order was given, and down we went.
Upon reaching the sandy ground, the wagon was laid to rest and the horses released. The other animals we brought on our journey were happy to be free again, and set about exploring the grasses for food and game. Zulban hefted her pick, smiling at the face of the cliffs, “A whole pillar of magma stands just to the south of this rock, a blessing from Armok, certainly. Yet we cannot forget what dangers await us here, as we are the first of Urvad Tirist to breach the west.” A look of concentration passed over her face, and as she tends to do when thinking, Zulban began to tug at one of the folds of fat that hung from her… generous frame, her tongue passing over her lips (likely thinking of a tasty snack), “I name this Fortress after what we expect from it: Vusharoth Rash, or the Hotmagic of Death in the ould tongue. STRIKE THE EARTH!” And with those words, her pick rose, swiftly and efficiently striking into the mountainside.
We had arrived.