DF: An American Werekangaroo in Locunmisten (Part 2)

I apologize for the lack of screenshots in this update, it’s just… well, you’ll see.

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Mid-Summer, Year 105

Some merchants have finally arrived from the nearby human settlement, and they brought with them some much-needed supplies. The exotic fruits and animals we purchased will fill our bellies for months to come, or will provide some much-needed entertainment; my fellow countrymen are getting tired, and wary, and that makes them edgy, prone to accidents.

I’ve ordered the courtyard to be extended towards the end of our territory. I intend to build this fortress under- and above-ground, and such a passageway could then be smoothed, paved, and lined with statues. Locunmisten shall be more glorious than our own Mountainhome!

Late-Summer, Year 105 

“The Werekangaroo Nguslu Kutsmobogu has come! A large kangaroo twisted into humanoid form. It is crazed for blood and flesh. Its eyes grow green. Its sepia hair is long and shaggy. Now you will know why you fear the night."

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??

This… this abomination has appeared near the edge of our fortress. The creature immediately set upon a stray yak bull and my fellow woodworker Tholtig, tearing them apart. It then started chasing Lolor back to the fortress, and managed to bite off his hand before the human caravan guards attacked the beast. They fought bravely, and in the end they slew the fell beast, but not before having one of their own brutally mauled.

The loss of Tholtig will weight heavy on our hearts, but Lolor’s mauling will hurt us more in the long-run; we’re already swimming in wood logs, and I can pick up the slack in terms of woodcrafting, but losing a farmer would be devastating. I hope he survives...

Late-Summer, Year 105

The attack yesterday has brought our glaring lack of protection into light. Whether the Werekangaroo knew we were here or whether it wandered here on its own is of little consequence; ask Tholtig. I think Lolor will survive, thank Armok, but with the merchants leaving we will soon be defenceless.

Late-Summer, Year 105

Lolor just turned into a fucking Werekangaroo, right in the middle of the FUCKING DINING HALL, where EVERYONE WAS EATING. He immediately set upon a dog, tearing it apart, and then attacked Sarvesh and Eshtan, ripping them apart. I couldn’t do much, and may Armok forgive me, but I ordered the doors to the dining hall locked, trying to save the rest of the fortress. Vabok was still inside...

I will wait, and hopefully Lolor will starve in there. There’s nothing we can do for him if he’s going to turn and kill us all. I’m sorry Vabok. I’m sorry everyone. We will make sure your sacrifices will not be in vain.

Early-Autumn, Year 105

All is lost.

I thought that by locking that monster within the dining hall, ironically devoid of food or water, would solve our problems long enough for migrants to arrive, but the creature tore the door down like it was paper. Poor Bim… he tried to run, but the Werekangaroo picked him up, and like a rag doll shook him around until he literally broke apart.

I locked myself in my room with some supplies, but I know there is no escape. Perhaps I can wait for Lolor to turn back into dwarf, and maybe I can make a run for it, but I can hear it pacing outside of my door. Any moment now, it’s going to tear down my door...

Any moment now...

The next few pages of the tome are drenched in blood. having seemingly laid in it for some time. The librarian claims it was brought back to the Mountainhome by some beast-man, and you are inclined to believe her. What is certain now is that there is likely no survivors left of Locunmisten, and that the fort’s history will eventually be lost in the annals of time, an unremarkable and forgotten mark on the world...

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Well that was... definitely the shortest-lived fortress I've managed. I thought that megabeases such as the Werekangaroo would take longer to show up, so I delayed setting up defences, but I guess I was wrong...

As you can see above, a dwarf bitten by a werebeast has a large chance of changing into a werebeast themselves, rapidly causing the death of everyone within your fortress.

So that's it for Locunmisten! That was much shorter than what I was hoping for, so I may post other fortresses, or perhaps just short Dwarf Fortress stories, we'll see. I'm currently working on another fortress (in order to get a feel for the most recent version of DF), and I'm also cooking up something for the TS4 series I've got, so, Beautiful Reader, stay tuned!

J

DF: Welcome to Locunmisten (Part 1)

A quick note for you, Beautiful Reader, before we begin. You may notice me changing the style of the blog a few times. I'm just trying to find something that goes well with what I'm writing, but that is also easy on the eyes. Enjoy!

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You pick up the old, leather-bound tome. It feels heavy and fragile, as though it would dissolve into dust at the faintest breeze. It is encircled with bands of iron and decorated with ash wood. On the item is an image of dwarves in granite. The dwarves are travelling. The artwork relates to the founding of Locunmisten by Tulon Uzoludist in 105.

The writing inside the tome is ornate, precise, and densely packed, although not much of the tome seems filled, and a sizeable portion of it looks stained in blood. It is with a scholar’s mind that you sit down, ready to read the story of Locunmisten.

Early Winter, Year 104

It’s been seven months since graduation and I’m finally ready to receive my first Overseer assignment. About time, too; sitting around with my thumbs up my ass was getting old. Clerical work isn’t too bad, and they got me chopping wood for the winter, but I want to leave my mark on the world, and I didn’t spend 5 years studying to make tables and chairs.

Of course, I have to write an Overseer’s journal to keep a record of how everything will go. Failure to do so, I was told, would result in severe, umm, “hammerings”.

Early Winter, Year 104

I finally got the list of the six dwarves that will make the journey with me. The others each have various areas of expertise, but I don’t think that will be the most efficient use of their talents. I think I'll streamline the various jobs into broad categories:

I’ve highlighted my own name for clarity’s sake, and I guess I’ll be working as a woodworker for the time being. Everyone has to pitch in, after all.

Note: For this first part, there will be a few notes I will jot down to help newcomers understand what is happening in the game. Those of you familiar to the game can skip those if you want, and those not interested in playing can skip the tips I put there; however, reading the notes will still help you understand. The image above shows an app called Dwarf Therapist which helps with assigning jobs to dwarves.

Tip: Although there are many ways of defining jobs, there does not seem to be any single “right” way of doing this. I prefer to have dwarves sorted into broad categories instead of having over-specialized dwarves, but that’s not really the norm from what I’ve seen. Don’t worry too much about job specialties: you can always change them later!

That list was given to me directly by the queen, by Zasit Fucking Betandodok. I always thought she was an ineffectual diplomat, and the meeting only confirmed it; she seemed only half-interested, and ended the discussion with “Ok, see ya, don’t get yourself killed too soon.” Regardless, she said I would be the first Overseer of the Locunmisten outpost - or “Riseportals” in the common tongue - and I’ll be damned if it won’t grow to be the greatest outpost that stuck-up noble has ever seen. She mentioned something about there being lots of trees, and to be wary of angering elves or something, but I wasn’t paying too much attention at that point.

We’re leaving two days from now, I’ll update you when we get there.

Early Spring, Year 105

After two months of trekking through the mountains West of here, we finally made it to the site. Now that I’m here, I’m not too certain about the site. There’s a large hill to the West, towards the mountains, but there are a lot of trees. Whatever, for better or worse, this is where Locunmisten will rise.

Early Spring, Year 105

Yesterday I’ve surveyed the site a bit, and I think we’ll create the fortress opening slightly lower than where we ended up stopping. I’ll dig out a courtyard at a later date. Maybe this’ll help defend the fortress from the local kobold tribes.

Note: Ok, there are quite a few things I need to point out in the above image. First of all, in the lower-right corner you’ll see a number, 144. This is the current z-level, or height; 143 is one level below, and 145 is one level above. Second, pay attention to the rest of the screen, since there will be many recurring items. First, the two brown circles near the bottom of the open area are tree trunks (in fact, there’s a woodcutter next to the right-most one). Next, the black area is undiscovered, un-dug rock or soil. The coloured blocks surrounding the open area are walls, and by the colour we can see that the top half is soil while the bottom half is clay (not really important to know). The green triangles you see are ramps, meaning that there is a slope at that location to the above levels. Finally, the brown line extending to the left is a designated area for digging. Miners, when available, will dig those blocks.

I’ve also asked Tholtig (the other woodcutter) to survey the area for any wild beasts, and he came back and told me that the surrounding land is peaceful, save for a small roaming family of pigs. I’ll have to keep an eye out for those.

Mid-Spring, Year 105

About a month and a half has gone by, and we’re doing pretty well. I asked the miners to dig out a passage way to the front gate for protection, and it went pretty well. We’re drowning in wood logs, and so I think we’ll have no problem creating bins and barrels in the future.

I’ve created a carpenter’s shop and placed orders doors and beds. I’ll create a small dorm near the entrance: Overseeing Management Principles Vol. 1 states that those dorms are useful and can be repurposed as barracks later on.

Mid-Spring, Year 105

Disaster struck today. While digging out the courtyard, a portion of the ceiling a miner was standing on collapsed. A rock fell on my head, and the miner got his chest crushed, but I think we’ll be okay.

Late-Spring, Year 105

We’re almost done with spring, and so I’ve asked the miners to dig out some places for farms. We’ll grow some plump helmets first, those delicious mushrooms, and see if we can maybe grow some dimple cups later on. So far, food is not a worry, although alcohol is making itself scarce, and we’re surrounded with vegetation so we can live off of scavenging for the time being.

And with that, summer has arrived. 

Let’s Play: Dwarf Fortress (Part 0)

Come on guys, we have a nice settlement, why don't you stick around? Was it the ashen wasteland? The bloodstained gates? Was it the screams of madmen or the stench of death? We've got awful nice engravings of some fucking cheese here, come the fuck on in!
- Cross Quantum, Boatmurdered 

Dwarves are a renewable resource anyway.
- Kippling, Headshoots

Where to begin? I’ve wanted to do a Let’s Play of Dwarf Fortress (DF) for a while now, and I think the time has finally come for me to write down some of my adventures. Last Monday I sat down, launched the game, and embarked upon a journey to create an immense fortress filled with gold, silver, and blood. I absolutely love DF, and I wanted to bring this love to my friends the only way I know how; by telling a story.

For those who aren’t familiar with the game, DF is a free indie construction and management simulation video game set in a procedurally generated fantasy world. No, it's not Minecraft. You indirectly control a group of dwarves (alcoholic, bipolar psychopaths) into creating a fortress. The game simulates the needs, wants, and moods of all your dwarves, and simulates injuries down to nerve tissue, muscle, and bones. The game is extremely complex, has text-based graphics, and is open-ended.

It is also extremely rewarding once you know how to play.

However, DF is possibly one of the most difficult games in existence. Even in peaceful lands, goblins lay siege to your fortress while forgotten beasts from the depths of the earths rise up to maul your dwarves. Elephants trample, unicorns gore, and dragons melt the flesh off of dwarves with their flaming breath.

And darker fates await those who delve into deeper caves.

So, how will this Let’s Play, err, play out? Well, I’m going to play Dwarf Fortress and recount the tale of the dwarves living there until their presumably gruesome fate. Of course, you, beautiful reader, also has a role to play in this story. I invite you to influence the course of history by providing input on what you want me to do next, or on how to manage the fortress. Also, if you want I will name a dwarf after you (provided there is a dwarf left to name) and provide you with updates of your named dwarf. I will also try to post hints to the game in some posts in order to help budding Dwarf Fortress players.

Now, sit back and enjoy my Let’s Play: Dwarf Fortress. The first update should come up later this week, so stay tuned! EDIT: Might come in a bit later than that... a few hours into the fortress I realize I embarked in a peaceful land, meaning no wars or sieges.

And remember: Losing is Fun!

Stay safe, I love you all, hugs and kisses,

Jo

On the Road to Riften (Skyrim Episode 2)

On the Road to Riften

Day 2

When the morning came, Liddie went off to the blacksmith to forge herself a new suit of leather armour from the pelts she, um, borrowed late last night. The road to Riften is fraught with danger, and a little protection can go a long way.

It was early in the morning when Liddie left Riverwood behind, heading North and passing the corpse of the snow fox she had hunted earlier along the way.

On the way there, Liddie stopped a moment to enjoy the view of the valley below.

As she made her way up the mountain, she reached the ruins of Helgen, lying on the road to Riften. Seeing the destroyed town, Liddie felt a pang of sorrow; she had seen death before, but never at this level.

Just past Helgen was a pass through the mountain, one I (the author) unofficially named Haemar's Pass after a vampire-filled cavern that can be found about midway through the mountains.

The pass is usually devoid of any kind of life, save for the occasional goat, but today Liddie met a nice hunter. The hunter felt the need to verbally defend his actions, claiming that his poaching didn't hurt anyone, and that the jarl could hardly eat all the deer. Our thief protagonist wondered what he was going on about, since she herself wasn't much of a law-abiding citizen.

Walking past the hunter, Liddie found what she assumed to be the hunter's horse.

Now, what kind of a thief would she be if she passed on this opportunity and kept on walking? Not a good one. With a horse now sworn to carry her burdens, Liddie made her way out of the pass in no time.

As she trotted along the road to Riften, she came across a rundown shack along the side of the road, filled with alchemical ingredients. She was going to be relying on her bow and daggers, and crafting poisons would certainly help with what I am assuming will be a fairly low damage output (compared to larger, more intimidating weapons).

The shack contained a small journal and some ingredients useful for poisons.

Heading out, I noticed something was off, missing. Indeed, the horse that Liddie stole seemed to have run off! (or got killed by wolves)

We were back to walking.

At about lunch time, the map indicated that we were about half-way there.

Figuring it would be about lunch time, Liddie set off to find some berries or a small animal to devour. She came across a small rabbit, which she caught and beat to death - why waste an arrow on something so small - before eating raw. After all, salmonella doesn't exist in Skyrim.

She stayed on the road as much as possible, and still encountered some hostile wildlife...

 ...which she discouraged from further attacking her.

A few hours later she came across two Alik'r warriors harassing a lone redguard woman. Since she had decided that their scimtars were pretty and worthy of being in her possession, she shot an arrow at the first man before quickly slashing down the other.

Of course, murder is kind of illegal in Skyrim, and the previously-harassed woman didn't seem to appreciate Liddie's... altruism. Sadly, she was cut down before she managed to reach a guard. With the last witness dead, the world moved on as though the crime never happened.

Finally, in the mid-afternoon hours, Liddie finally made it to Riften's backdoor... only to be denied access by a guard.

She attempted to intimidate the guard, but with no success.

With no other choice, Liddie circled around the town, wasting about a half-hour. Once she reached the North Gate, she entered the city... haha yeah no. Another guard harrassed her, demanding that she pay a visitor's tax.

Liddie, however, is no fool, and saw straight through the man's pathetic shakedown attempt.

After confronting the man, who is now drenched in sweat from all her death threats, she strolled into the city like she owns the damn place. And hey, who knows, maybe one day she will...

Liddie the Thief (Skyrim Episode 1)

Skyrim is the kind of game that gives a lot of freedom in how to play; almost any character archetype is viable. Last night, I started Skyrim up again, intending to continue exploring the world with my main character (since I haven't quite done everything yet), but thought of something else: what if I roleplayed a thief? I've played warriors, wizards, and warriwizards before, but I never explored the sneaky assassin character type.

In this Let's Play, I will be playing as the dark elf Liddie (based on an old character I used to write about), a thief-slash-assassin who came to Skyrim seeking to profit from the civil war.

Now, before we get started, I want to outline a few arbitrary rules I made for myself in order to either increase the challenge or enhance the roleplay. Or because I'm a masochist, I'll let you decide:

• Liddie can only wear light armours; can't have a thief sneaking around in chainmail.
• Liddie can only wield daggers and bows; no hammers, maces, swords, or even shields. (I break this rule in the beginning, but that's because I came up with this rule later in the playthrough.)
• Liddie must stop and eat at least one portion of food per day and must drink at least one non-potion liquid per day, preferably at least two. This can be broken a few times, as long as I realistically make up for it; she can't fast for a month and then binge on thirteen cheese wheels.
• I must never break character with Liddie, and she must act like the master thief that she aspires to be. That means taking the evil option whenever I think a narcissistic, greedy thief would take it.
• Liddie cannot fast travel, or use carriages. After all, there wouldn't really be anything to tell if she just zapped around from one place to the next.

Finally, the playthrough will end when one of the following occurs:

• I break any of the above rules (except for the weapon one in the first episode, as explained above).
• This series becomes stagnant, uninteresting, or downright boring. This is to keep me from hating this playthrough.
• Liddie has amassed 100'000 gold pieces, AND has a fully decked-out house.
• Liddie dies.

That last one might make this seem like this is another permadeath run, but in this case I allow myself to reload if Liddie dies due to incompetence (accidentally attacking a guard, falling off a cliff, etc.). However, if she dies in combat, that's it. Dead.

Without further ado, let's get to it!

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Skyrim: Liddie the Thief

Day 1

Luck had recently run out for Liddie the Thief, or so she thought. She had been caught crossing the Skyrim border illegally - lacking the required passports I assume - and was about to be executed along with a few Stormcloaks. Luckily for her, a dragon attack allowed her to escape custody. She was helped briefly by some imperial, but as soon as she was free she ditched him.

Having borrowed some weather-appropriate outfit from a friendly local (don't mind the arrow jutting from his mouth there), she made her way to lovely Riverwood.

Liddie realized that fur armour, while thematically appropriate, would not confer the protection she would require to reach Riften, the rumoured location of the local Thieves' Guild chapter. After crafting a pair of leather boots from the three wolves that attacked her earlier, she set out to find more pelts.

Walking along the rocky road North of Riverwood, she finds a snow fox simply minding its business. A single arrow was required to dispatch it.

It was getting dark, but Liddie was not done yet. As she walked further up the path, she found a small camp hidden along the cliff side. A man was waiting there, weapons drawn. "Probably a local," thought Liddie as she carefully approached.

The man, as it turns out, was a bandit, and had a friend along with him.

It didn't take much effort to dispatch the men.

Making her way back to Riverwood, Liddie realized that the snow wolf pelt she had skinned earlier would be far from enough to craft a whole set of leather armour. She would have to gather the rest of the materials the way she prefers: by taking it from others.

When walking into town, she noticed a wood elf by the name of Faendal. He was carrying a bow and some arrows; perhaps he was a hunter? If so, his house is bound to be filled with the much-needed pelts.

Liddie waited until deep into the night to infiltrate the wood elf's house. Once she picked the lock and walked in, she noticed the elf sleeping on a nearby bed.

The place was filled with useless junk, but her eye caught the real prize; two sets of saber cat pelts were sitting on a nearby shelf. Naturally, she snatched her loot and snuck out of there.

As it was getting late, she walked in the local tavern, the Sleeping Giant Inn. There, she rented a bed and bought some food both for the night and for the trip tomorrow. That evening she enjoyed a meal of cooked beef, and washed it down with a bottle of ale.

After eating, Liddie then retired for the night.

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Well, that's it for Episode 1. I wanted to make it longer, but it's already stretching out a little, so I'll stop here. As usual, please leave your comments in the comments section; let me know what you think, and criticism is appreciated. Thanks for reading!