Let's Play Dwarf Fortress - Skeletal WHAT?! - Page 46

Loyal · 01-24-2010, 11:48 PM

Presumably it shouldn't be a problem. Inventory accuracy levels are there forever, even if the broker dies. I think after Highest Accuracy is attained you no longer actually need a record keeper.

Viridis · 01-25-2010, 12:02 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Loyal

Presumably it shouldn't be a problem. Inventory accuracy levels are there forever, even if the broker dies. I think after Highest Accuracy is attained you no longer actually need a record keeper.

That's an amazing worth ethic for a character that's supposed to be me.

Also: Mwahaha, another referral went through. My power grows!

PyrosNine · 01-25-2010, 12:06 AM

Don't get smug Viridis, even if using this for LP's and whatnot seems like a good idea!

I FEEL SO USED! Quite like Zelda in the pic that is the source for what is now my avatar!

Wigmund · 01-25-2010, 12:12 AM

Great, our new broker is someone who's never dealt with anyone before...

Word of advice - you pull the middle lever in the main entryway when you see elves start to cross the Gneiss Bridges. It's the 'special discount' switch for trade deals with the pointy-eared tree-hugging cannibalistic non-bearded non-alcoholic bastards.

It's also the 'Noble Welcome' beacon for the fortress when newly arriving nobles start to cross the bridges. Pull it repeatedly then.

Sithdarth · 01-25-2010, 12:17 AM

Only 77 dwarfs damn that must be nice. I'm edging 160 right now. I guess that's the benefit of being over a river full of undead and being murder happy. Man just accommodating this many people has pushed my fortress to about a quarter of the map on two z-levels. I might jump in here once I get a little more experience. So uh dwarf me I guess though I can't guarantee regular journal updates.

edit: My nightmare:

And everyone of them has their own room with a couple of extra beds in the barracks for overflow.

edit2: DAMN IT! I jinxed myself. Now I'm up to 179. That's just 4 dwarfs short of a full immigration.

Loyal · 01-25-2010, 12:49 AM

If you're trying to stifle population growth, a good idea (aside from editing the init.txt) is to only use the goods you get from invaders to buy things; Immigration is determined by exported wealth, and only the things that you made (or decorated) count towards the total.

Sithdarth · 01-25-2010, 12:54 AM

I'd actually been doing that unintentionally thanks to goblin Christmas. Had a couple of huge ones actually. I was actually good for like 2 years or more with a steady 150ish and then I mentioned it and bam like 10 minutes later 20 migrants.

PyrosNine · 01-25-2010, 12:57 AM

If a Male noble shows up of course, it'll not be Pyros you drop a bridge on or something (He is in fact on his way to the equivalent of Pismo beach after he shows some trees what for!), but his brother/cousin/nephew Nein who is slightly more Dwarven by virtue of having facial hair (sexy evil goatee) but is still oddly taller than most dwarves, but manages to hide it quite splendidly by being drunken and violent.

Anywho, in case anyone still cares about what King Pyros is doing:

Weyard: Date/Time: Winter.
It has come to this. I have hit an epiphany of sorts, a brick wall of the mind that I have o'erleaped: I am no longer a King!

It is just as much a shock as anything else I have ever known or believed, but here, surrounded by the unbearded and traveling with Elves with mind crossbow bolts, where no one even knows of the great Dwarven monarchy. To protect my regal self when I first met these boys I have avoided revealing my noble nature, swapping YOUR ETERNAL MAJESTY, MAY YOUR HAMMER STRIKE LAST IN ALL MATTERS, King Pyros for "Mister Pyros", but after several days of this, and a brief period of Knurd, I feel my feet firmly pressed on the common ground.

I have made things with my hands, something I haven't done since I was a wee lad, and for once, I've actually tried speaking the dwarven tongue, which is just like any other tongue but with a scot/irish strong man accent. I have struck down random foes, just like those peons outside my castle have done, and believe it or not, I just climbed up a blasted tower as far from the earth as possible, surrounded by a frigid blue ocean, bluer than my mother's eyes. To beat the crap out of some blue haired flaming clown at the top no less. I have had to do menial work even! Limbs do not stitch on themselves.

This is a both glorious and troubling occasion. I was born to rule, even if at the end of a broken, horribly complicated family line of betrayals and poor kingdom management. Yet I am more alive than ever before, and far from the doom mines where my throne lay, amongst fine warriors: Can a Dwarve desire anything more? I spend enough under the earth and amongst old stone anyway nowadays. Yet still, there were things I had intended to do as King, there were important actions to be done, and vital secrets I, and I alone knew that were possibly the only salvation of Dwarven kind. I cannot be specific here, in a mere journal to describe the depths that I know, but it has to do with a saboteur in the Dwarven ranks, a dark insidious evil that it worships, another, slightly less dark being with a kickass name, and some sort of evil book. I am not sure how a book could be evil, being made out of trees, which as everyone knows, are unthinking things only existing to be knocked down with an axe and made into more chests for bedrooms. You can never have enough chests. Speaking of chests, a girl has joined the party, and her name--well, I suppose I'd best not make fun even in my diary, she's a sweet one.

Now where was I? Ah yes, Dark secrets. Dwarvenkind is in for some dark days, while I sun it up in a land of plenty. I am not even sure this land feels the same touch of death and horror of my own, and what maps I have seen are lacking in depth! It's as if no one has bothered following the seas as far as they can go or something.

I am at a crossroads. I will remain with these adept youths, until I can obtain another ship (Though now that I think about it, how did I get here? Did I actually take a ship?) and make my way home, and take my rightful place as king amongst my people. If I am unable to, then by Armok, I will take the new destiny handed to me and follow these young'uns as far as the golden sun will take me.

Signed...
The former King, Pyros.

Water Maiden: Goodnight Mister Pyros!

Pyros: Aye, Goodnight lass. Goodnight.

Wigmund · 01-26-2010, 10:23 PM

A dark plot has been unveiled...

Sithdarth · 01-26-2010, 10:31 PM

If at all possible I would prefer to be dwarfed as an Engineer. I have plans. Very magnificent plans.

01-25-2010, 12:06 AM	#453
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Don't get smug Viridis, even if using this for LP's and whatnot seems like a good idea! I FEEL SO USED! Quite like Zelda in the pic that is the source for what is now my avatar! __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

01-25-2010, 12:12 AM	#454
Wigmund Lakitu Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: Northwest Arkansas Posts: 2,139	Great, our new broker is someone who's never dealt with anyone before... Word of advice - you pull the middle lever in the main entryway when you see elves start to cross the Gneiss Bridges. It's the 'special discount' switch for trade deals with the pointy-eared tree-hugging cannibalistic non-bearded non-alcoholic bastards. It's also the 'Noble Welcome' beacon for the fortress when newly arriving nobles start to cross the bridges. Pull it repeatedly then. __________________ Slightly off-kilter

01-25-2010, 12:17 AM	#455
Sithdarth Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in Posts: 5,403	Only 77 dwarfs damn that must be nice. I'm edging 160 right now. I guess that's the benefit of being over a river full of undead and being murder happy. Man just accommodating this many people has pushed my fortress to about a quarter of the map on two z-levels. I might jump in here once I get a little more experience. So uh dwarf me I guess though I can't guarantee regular journal updates. edit: My nightmare: And everyone of them has their own room with a couple of extra beds in the barracks for overflow. edit2: DAMN IT! I jinxed myself. Now I'm up to 179. That's just 4 dwarfs short of a full immigration. Last edited by Sithdarth; 01-25-2010 at 12:37 AM.

01-25-2010, 12:57 AM	#458
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	If a Male noble shows up of course, it'll not be Pyros you drop a bridge on or something (He is in fact on his way to the equivalent of Pismo beach after he shows some trees what for!), but his brother/cousin/nephew Nein who is slightly more Dwarven by virtue of having facial hair (sexy evil goatee) but is still oddly taller than most dwarves, but manages to hide it quite splendidly by being drunken and violent. Anywho, in case anyone still cares about what King Pyros is doing: Weyard: Date/Time: Winter. It has come to this. I have hit an epiphany of sorts, a brick wall of the mind that I have o'erleaped: I am no longer a King! It is just as much a shock as anything else I have ever known or believed, but here, surrounded by the unbearded and traveling with Elves with mind crossbow bolts, where no one even knows of the great Dwarven monarchy. To protect my regal self when I first met these boys I have avoided revealing my noble nature, swapping YOUR ETERNAL MAJESTY, MAY YOUR HAMMER STRIKE LAST IN ALL MATTERS, King Pyros for "Mister Pyros", but after several days of this, and a brief period of Knurd, I feel my feet firmly pressed on the common ground. I have made things with my hands, something I haven't done since I was a wee lad, and for once, I've actually tried speaking the dwarven tongue, which is just like any other tongue but with a scot/irish strong man accent. I have struck down random foes, just like those peons outside my castle have done, and believe it or not, I just climbed up a blasted tower as far from the earth as possible, surrounded by a frigid blue ocean, bluer than my mother's eyes. To beat the crap out of some blue haired flaming clown at the top no less. I have had to do menial work even! Limbs do not stitch on themselves. This is a both glorious and troubling occasion. I was born to rule, even if at the end of a broken, horribly complicated family line of betrayals and poor kingdom management. Yet I am more alive than ever before, and far from the doom mines where my throne lay, amongst fine warriors: Can a Dwarve desire anything more? I spend enough under the earth and amongst old stone anyway nowadays. Yet still, there were things I had intended to do as King, there were important actions to be done, and vital secrets I, and I alone knew that were possibly the only salvation of Dwarven kind. I cannot be specific here, in a mere journal to describe the depths that I know, but it has to do with a saboteur in the Dwarven ranks, a dark insidious evil that it worships, another, slightly less dark being with a kickass name, and some sort of evil book. I am not sure how a book could be evil, being made out of trees, which as everyone knows, are unthinking things only existing to be knocked down with an axe and made into more chests for bedrooms. You can never have enough chests. Speaking of chests, a girl has joined the party, and her name--well, I suppose I'd best not make fun even in my diary, she's a sweet one. Now where was I? Ah yes, Dark secrets. Dwarvenkind is in for some dark days, while I sun it up in a land of plenty. I am not even sure this land feels the same touch of death and horror of my own, and what maps I have seen are lacking in depth! It's as if no one has bothered following the seas as far as they can go or something. I am at a crossroads. I will remain with these adept youths, until I can obtain another ship (Though now that I think about it, how did I get here? Did I actually take a ship?) and make my way home, and take my rightful place as king amongst my people. If I am unable to, then by Armok, I will take the new destiny handed to me and follow these young'uns as far as the golden sun will take me. Signed... The former King, Pyros. Water Maiden: Goodnight Mister Pyros! Pyros: Aye, Goodnight lass. Goodnight. __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

01-26-2010, 10:23 PM	#459
Wigmund Lakitu Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: Northwest Arkansas Posts: 2,139	Deep within the bowels of Workgill.... A dark plot has been unveiled... __________________ Slightly off-kilter

01-25-2010, 12:54 AM	#457
Sithdarth Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in Posts: 5,403	I'd actually been doing that unintentionally thanks to goblin Christmas. Had a couple of huge ones actually. I was actually good for like 2 years or more with a steady 150ish and then I mentioned it and bam like 10 minutes later 20 migrants.

01-26-2010, 10:31 PM	#460
Sithdarth Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in Posts: 5,403	If at all possible I would prefer to be dwarfed as an Engineer. I have plans. Very magnificent plans.