Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 11:03 am
And so it begins. The epic of the Word of Symmetry, often shortened to WordofSym, as they strive to build a home worthy of dwarves, and mark their place in history.
YEAR 1- "Inteuniso" Memadbomrek
Early Spring at Brandedsword
"They asked for volunteers. Not having much of a future in the Mountainhome, I decided to go. We were given a wagon well-laden with supplies. The Mountainhome must really want us to succeed."
"We travel to the place known as Zedastot, Brandedsword. It is supposed to be rich in stone, metal, and wood. In short, a perfect place to start an outpost. However, I haven't seen any volcanoes, so I'm wondering if the reports were right. I probably won't find out, judging that I'll just have to rule for a year."
So many dogs. I swear, we could rip apart a goblin siege with them.
Hmm... a cat has seemed to have taken a liking to me. She's actually kind of funny at times, and she does get rid of a lot of vermin.
Those damned kobolds. They stole our axe. Looks like the tower-caps we have are all we got 'till we get a new axe, or some more wood from some caravans.
Only to make the situation worse, Tholtig drowned. The ice cracked under her as she was walking across it. She never stood a chance after all those plump helmet biscuits she ate during the trip.
These cats love me. I have no idea why. Damned furballs, rolling around, doing nothing but stinking up my outpost with remains of their kills.
For want of farmspace, I decided to drain the nearby pool to irrigate the farmland. It was a complete success.
Derekiv is badly hurt. Her Right upper arm was badly mangled, and her left upper leg is broken. Hopefully she will recover soon.
(@ Derekiv, sorry about you not being a male miner. I had already started playing before you had posted. Don't worry, before you were badly mauled by a wolf, you were a pretty badass outdoorsdwarf.)
By mid-summer, although we only have 5 dwarves working at the moment, have built up about 9000 wealth.
Wonderful! We discovered native aluminum! The lightest metal known to dwarfdom, this will be extremely helpful making metal crafts.
Those elf-conspiring wagons... for some reason, the wagons are unable to make it to our depot. I have no idea why either. I'm sure I'll figure it out later.
The Mountainhome seems to be in short supply of short swords... which is odd, because it is such an undwarvenly weapon. No matter, we have large amounts of obsidian, and I smell MOAR DWARVEN CHEESE. They also demand lots of armor.
So. Many. Cats. Love. Me.
My final season commanding this outpost has arrived. It is a bitter winter, and the brook ices over.
We finally figured out why the wagons couldn't get in. Giant boulders were blocking the way in, and wagon-wheels would have been smashed trying to get in. Wagons can get in the depot now.
We also have a wall and bridge set up, to make sure it's harder to get into the outpost. No damned thieves shall get in here now.
Winter was rather uneventful though. Some minor housekeeping, but that's about it.
And with that,
Here are the records for the next dwarf to lead this outpost.
And a final view of the outpost:
I go back to my main passion: Striking the earth!
Brandedsword: Year 2- Early spring
YEAR 1- "Inteuniso" Memadbomrek
Early Spring at Brandedsword
"They asked for volunteers. Not having much of a future in the Mountainhome, I decided to go. We were given a wagon well-laden with supplies. The Mountainhome must really want us to succeed."
"We travel to the place known as Zedastot, Brandedsword. It is supposed to be rich in stone, metal, and wood. In short, a perfect place to start an outpost. However, I haven't seen any volcanoes, so I'm wondering if the reports were right. I probably won't find out, judging that I'll just have to rule for a year."
So many dogs. I swear, we could rip apart a goblin siege with them.
Hmm... a cat has seemed to have taken a liking to me. She's actually kind of funny at times, and she does get rid of a lot of vermin.
Those damned kobolds. They stole our axe. Looks like the tower-caps we have are all we got 'till we get a new axe, or some more wood from some caravans.
Only to make the situation worse, Tholtig drowned. The ice cracked under her as she was walking across it. She never stood a chance after all those plump helmet biscuits she ate during the trip.
These cats love me. I have no idea why. Damned furballs, rolling around, doing nothing but stinking up my outpost with remains of their kills.
For want of farmspace, I decided to drain the nearby pool to irrigate the farmland. It was a complete success.
Derekiv is badly hurt. Her Right upper arm was badly mangled, and her left upper leg is broken. Hopefully she will recover soon.
(@ Derekiv, sorry about you not being a male miner. I had already started playing before you had posted. Don't worry, before you were badly mauled by a wolf, you were a pretty badass outdoorsdwarf.)
By mid-summer, although we only have 5 dwarves working at the moment, have built up about 9000 wealth.
Wonderful! We discovered native aluminum! The lightest metal known to dwarfdom, this will be extremely helpful making metal crafts.
Those elf-conspiring wagons... for some reason, the wagons are unable to make it to our depot. I have no idea why either. I'm sure I'll figure it out later.
The Mountainhome seems to be in short supply of short swords... which is odd, because it is such an undwarvenly weapon. No matter, we have large amounts of obsidian, and I smell MOAR DWARVEN CHEESE. They also demand lots of armor.
So. Many. Cats. Love. Me.
My final season commanding this outpost has arrived. It is a bitter winter, and the brook ices over.
We finally figured out why the wagons couldn't get in. Giant boulders were blocking the way in, and wagon-wheels would have been smashed trying to get in. Wagons can get in the depot now.
We also have a wall and bridge set up, to make sure it's harder to get into the outpost. No damned thieves shall get in here now.
Winter was rather uneventful though. Some minor housekeeping, but that's about it.
And with that,
Here are the records for the next dwarf to lead this outpost.
And a final view of the outpost:
I go back to my main passion: Striking the earth!
Brandedsword: Year 2- Early spring