-8- [Rockmeet] (1) Invasion of the elf homeland!

"Why don't you dig out a ramp and walk on out?" "It's not on the blue prints" Oh Armok I laughed so hard. Great writeup, sounds like it's been fun!!!! I loved this!

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Overseers journal Limestone:

I can't get anyone to stop looking for food to get the food planted. What happened to all that fish? Wait, what, seriously? we've been running around starving for months and theres a huge pile of fish there and no one wants to clean it? YOU! YES YOU!! MAKE SOME FISH DARNIT!! oh no.. now we are almost out of booze..

Overseers journal Sandstone:

The mud and honey have soaked up most of the lake water. Project move the lake looks like it might be a failure. It rains here daily. But its usually honey or goats milk. the amount of actually rain water we are getting isn't making up for what disappears from the moat from evaporation. It is actually taking months for the water to even flow through the honey. I'm afraid we may soon run out of bathing water.

Overseers journal Timber:

Food and booze supplies are dangerously low, and the dwarfs are angry and throwing tantrums due to lack of bathing water. The work on housing isn't complete and our fortress defenses haven't quite been completed and something things we have decided to call gnolls where spotted out side the fort. They look like some cursed cross between a large human and a kobald. Very troll like in appearance, but with a very gobliny skin. I pack of them has been spotted and I have drafted all of the immigrants into the Defenders of Rockmeet. I have given them the designations a thru g since I can never remember their names anyways.

I did some studying on the elves beliefs about the magic in these parts, due to the increasing strange occurrences. They believe in Gaia or the life magic. It is their god and live within everything and connects us all together. If you ask me it all sounds like hogwash. How can their god exist within me? They say that thats why the trees here bleed when you cut them down. Hogwash, we need beds. Anyways, those elves believe that this Gaia live here, in the lands and that this magical energy flows through and in everything here. Interestingly the elven word for life, is gaia. This magic, this god they believe in, it is life.

I write my thoughts down now for I fear I may not have long to live as current overseer. We are now under siege by gnolls and out of booze. I have sent Dora, Dorb Dorc Dord Dore Dorf and Dorg to defend us and now am going to go make some bolts for our fighters… As soon as I finish my bath… you see the vantage point is so much better from out here in the pool to direct the battle. The dwarf Bobby has come back from a bath himself with a crossbow in has hand. "The caravan has arrived he shouts!" as he goes inside. Three of the Gnolls are dead already. Bobby is telling of how he shot a gnoll several times in the head as well as many times in the groin. It still lived and was crawling away slowly in pain vomiting everywhere, so I blew his brains out. His eyes lit up with fire and anger as he strolled back into the fort telling his tale. Remind me never to piss him off.

As I finish my bath and head to the trade depot to meet the traders I'm told that the Mastiff scored the first kill although the immigrant Dorc claims that he mortally wounded his first even though it died later. The Dor's have finished off all but two of the gnolls who look to be fleeing.

I order everything that isn't bolted down brought to the trade depot. I think I see booze on that dwarves wagon.

Dorb is dead, The dwarfs are already fighting and the booze isn't even off the wagon yet. There is murder in everyones eyes as they eye the booze as the traders unload the wagon. "No no, I insist" the trader tells me as he goes over his paperwork and patiently checks off each item one by one. "We must unload and count everything before we even start to discuss our trading. It's protocol you know!" I glare at him. "Don't you preach to me about protocol when these dwarfs start tantruming again. Ones already dead. WE NEED BOOZE", "C'mon guys, A little faster please." finally they are done. "Ok, lets trade! Give us booze!" The merchant Domas looked at our meager offerings. One single gypsum stone sat on the trading platform, "for that?" He asks me, as the eyes of an entire fort full of murderous dwarfs stare at the booze.

"GET TO WORK!!!" as our meager goods pile up I offer it all for a barrel of wine. The trader considers and looks around." I also want that." he points to our entire supply of seeds. "Done" Thirsty dwarves descend upon the caravan. Their thirst quenched finally some dwarfs get to work and start bringing more goods to trade. Now I have to trade back for our seeds. I must prepare food and drink so this madness does not befall our beloved home again. The lakes and channels have all but evaporated leaving us no where to fish. We have large farms prepared but the first harvest still has not come, and most of the farms remain unplanted.

Dora finally calms down and informs me that her husband Fake Robot will be the next overseer. considering how she just murdered Dorb, I tell her thats fine with me. She throws another tantrum. It rains, water. Dora stops throwing a tantrum, I sign in relief and leave Dorc to finish the trading. "Buy every seed they have, other than that I don't care." I tell him, and I leave to go plant the fields.

Everyones back to work except for Dora. Thats fine with me. I find Fake Robot at the farms and join him. "So your the next overseer." He looks up from the soil and blinks at me. "Can I have until the end of winter to prepare?" I place my seed in the soil, and look back at him puzzled. "I figured you'd be prepared, it was your wifes idea.." As I walk downstairs to grab another seed I tell him, "Yeah sure whatever you want. I don't wanna end up like Dorb." As I left the farm room I heard him asking Dorg, "What happened to Dorb?"

Dora has taken to calling herself the high templar, whatever that means. And has begun to demand we build her an extravagant room while spending all her time mopeing around in the honey where she killed Dorb.

Overseers journal Moonstone:

Finally, it has stopped raining goats milk and honey. It is now raining sheep milk. The honey is still everywhere though. If it was only not on the ground and so dirty, we could maybe eat or drink this stuff. However We can't seem to catch any amount of water, I doubt any efforts to collect rain honey would work either. The traders are leaving and tempers are dying down.

The official report into the murder of Dorb from Kae the sheriff was inconclusive. The hammerer bobby refuses to do anything about it. I may have to take matter into my own hands. Especially after the way she threatened me.

Sable has declare herself the prophet and is demanding that we build gauntlets to anyone who will listen. She is also demanding an office. I haven't even finished the dining room yet! The first chair has been installed. Everyone has been asking for chairs for months. Fancy offices will have to wait. Dora is missing. I'm glad, she scared me. Fake_robot can't be happy about this.

Overseers journal Opal:

Dora has been found, starved to death. Somehow she got locked out into the area outside with the corpse of Dorb without food or drink. snicker serves her right. In other news the first harvest of plump helmets is ready, booze production has begun. We also have a dinning hall now, unicorns have been spotted outside the fort. I have heard tales of these magical beasts but didn't believe the stories myself.

I may have this place cleaned up by the time my successor takes over. Although gypsum is valuable, since it makes up most of the ore we've found I've had it all ground to blocks and most of our furnishing have been made of it. Also the defensive drawbridge has been assembled to wall of the main entrance. We have kept the doors open but the unicorns are leaving us alone and are showing no signs of aggression.

I've decided to take one last stab at BATH LAKE before I turn over my rule. I will divert the river to fill my bathtub! Although the sheeps milk is gone, it continues to rain honey.

"Sir, we are under attack!" "WHAT!?! Sound the alarm! Mobilize Dor! Wait, thats just a raccoon." "But it's fast!, and those blasted nails are sharp!"

I rounded the corner just in time to see Dorf, the fisher man smash the coon in the head. It stumbled and looked ill obviously suffering some series brain damage. "Finish it off!" I shouted. Well, thats what would of happened. But I was sleeping.

Overseers journal Obsidian:

The river diversion looks like a success but some nasty looking critters have been seen rolling around in the distance. I have ordered the Dor's on standby and the DOOR closed. I don't trust ANYTHING with tentacles. Dorf has disregarded orders and ran into combat to face the tentacle monsters alone. He ran screaming and charged them, and they ran in fear.

Fake Robot then declared himself High Templar, claiming we were saved by the god Osal, and that under his leadership our fort would rise from mediocracy to glory. I told him not yet, I still am overseer until the end of the month. He promptly threw a tantrum. Besides, as the most qualified doctor I'm the official fort preacher. Well, I forgot to put a flood gate in to control the water level of BATH LAKE, let see Osal fix that, HAH!

This fort uses the Masterwork Mod

I did not take pictures, but I did save at each season, so you can view the progression of the fort.

Here is the save file for the next overseer.

We need more overseers, so If you would like to join in let us know here in this thread, I will update this comment with the current list.

Overseers:

• zenerbufen
• fake_robot
• captain mustard (skipped, computer problems)
• PaulboBrookins
• captain mustard

The story continues: Part 2

My wife.... is DEAD!

I'll sign up for the overseer's list. Masterwork is my favorite overhaul mod. Lots of good additions and challenges. The fort sounds like its off to an interesting start also. I like how you wrote it up. Did you go with the default settings? Add any invaders or change any frame rate settings?

I took a bit of liberty with my character being upset with yours, but it was all in good fun. I honestly think you did a great job setting up the fort within the year you had, especially given the insane amount of creatures attacking in this mod. I had to breach the caverns just to get some of the wildlife pop off the toplayer of the map, I still can't believe the spawnrate with lower amounts of domestic creatures.

First try with Masterwork mod, and I love the little quirks it provided as I was completely stumped on what to do most of the time with my idle dwarves. Most of my forts are screaming for haulers, here I just couldn't decide what to do with everyone.

Seriously, thanks for letting me do this. It's been a surreal experience.

Record Keeper's notes
I heard they still need volunteers. I'm not going. It's raining milk and honey over there in the United States of Elf Homeland.. Frequent baths are all too necessary