7 Felsite
Never rains but it bloody pours. Bunch of immigrants arriving, and the farmer's gone bloody fey. Claimed the craftsdwarf's workshop, and has apparently nicked some elf bone from the tip. Didn't know we had any, I guess the bloody goblins must've killed a treehugger. Just when you think it's safe to hate, they go and do something nice for you...
12 Felsite
So we now have a legendary stonecrafter. Wouldn't you know it'd be Mostlyharmless's girlfriend? She's made a trumpet out of bituminous coal, apparently. Carved some pictures of dwarves into some elf bone and set it in. Bet the thing still sounds crap, but it'll be funny as hell to try and sell it to the treehuggers. Ordered the waterfall turned on to celebrate. Also told every bloody dwarf that can swing an axe and not chop his own bloody feet off to go and cut down trees. We need beds, and it'll piss off the treehuggers. Also, we can make charcoal, and then we can barbecue some of these bloody cows.
13 Felsite
Calls himself a hydraulic engineer? Bloody hell, the drawbridge is flooded! Turning that damned waterfall off again.
19 Felsite
Oh for Armok's sake. The damn waterfall is still going. How bloody long does this plumbing TAKE?
22 Felsite
They've knocked off on the bloody road again. Something in the way. Went out, looked, and bugger-all could I see. Useless gits.
Ordered a strip-mining project started, since the bloody platinum seems worked out. Also going to check and see if went up or down or summat, but for now, a big grid works well enough. Keeps the miners busy, anyway.
24 Felsite
There's a bloody cow in my retreat. Get the damned thing out of there!
The stripminers have struck bauxite. Just what we needed, more of the bloody stuff. They're also moaning about damp. Bloody wimps, we're in a swamp! Of course it's bloody damp!
1 Hematite
Summer. Already? Bloody Nora. I need a drink...
2 Hematite
Drawbridge finally stopped flooding. Gah.
13 Hematite
Oh, Armok, the humans have showed up now. Oh well, they should have some booze. I think we got fleeced on the trade, though; I've never seen a grown human dance so stupidly before. Got a load of food and booze out of them, and also noticed while taking inventory that we had enough platinum for my statue to be made.
14 Hematite
So the head human honcho cornered me and wants to know what we want. Simple, booze and cheese. We can make chips ourselves, but you can't have nachos without booze and cheese.
16 Hematite
Oh bloody Armok, the gobbos are here again. Told everyone to get their arses in, and shut the door. Only trouble is, it wouldn't bloody shut. Turns out there's a shield jamming the hinges, and HOW bloody long has it been there? Mind you, I heard one place had its doors jammed by a dead bloody butterfly. There's such a thing as too bloody fine of a tolerance, guys.
22 Hematite
I think the gobbos have gone. Told everyone they could go out again.
24 Hematite
Oh bollocks. More of the green bastards, and wouldn't you know it, they've only gone and bloody killed Mostlyharmless's bird. He is NOT gonna like that. I'm getting someone else to tell him. If he tantrums, we're all screwed.
28 Hematite
He didn't tantrum, but someone else did. Smashed a bloody door, and says she enjoyed doing it. Didn't have the heart to punish her, though, since it has been a bit bloody fraught lately.
Wish the humans'd bugger off. Enough to make you paranoid, all these bastards twice your height wandering round.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
On the Mountainhomes
6 Slate
Still no bloody coal, apparently. Lazy sods won't go out and look for it. Construction continues on my retreat, but these damned miners are leaving so many bloody rocks behind I'll need to walk on the wall if I don't want to turn my bloody ankle. At least someone's smoothing the place off; I will NOT retire to a retreat with unsmooth walls!
19 Slate
I found some bloody coal, and told the lazy buggers to follow the seam. It appears they've managed to; I've heard nothing more about a lack of coal, anyway. Told the guys to dump all the bloody claystone, but there's still a shitload of bauxite in there. Made a stockpile for it outside, in case we can figure out what to do with it. I was sure some bugger told me it could be smelted into aluminium (or aluminum as these bloody backwoods types will call it) but apparently not. It's a nice colour, though. Maybe I should designate it for making toys. The treehuggers'd like that. Told some bugger to clean up the goblin bits, too; it's been bloody ages.
26 Slate
Got a table in what will become my study. It's got bloody onyx spikes all over it. Spikes? Who the hell puts spikes on a TABLE, for Armok's sake?
Ordered Mostlyharmless to make me a platinum statue for my entrance hall. Might as well impress the hell out of everyone. I fitted a door, too. Bloody good one, same claystone as the surrounding rocks, but it's studded with platinum. I like this stuff, it's shiny and stays that way.
2 Felsite
Armok damn it. Mostlyharmless has cancelled my statue order. Says he needs more platinum. Told the miners they know where the bloody stuff is, go and dig it, and told the smelter to smelt it into bars because the picky bastard that he is, Mostlyharmless refuses to just use it even though it's pure when it comes out of the rock. Nothing reacts with this stuff, but for him it's got to be bars. Bloody jumped-up smith, just because he made a legendary bit of armour... greaves, at that. Why couldn't it have been a bloody helmet?
I'm going for a bloody drink. Soon as they've made my chair for the new office, I'm moving my work to there. Spikey the table may be, but that bloody nose demon is freaking me out. This desk is getting destroyed, I tell you...
Still no bloody coal, apparently. Lazy sods won't go out and look for it. Construction continues on my retreat, but these damned miners are leaving so many bloody rocks behind I'll need to walk on the wall if I don't want to turn my bloody ankle. At least someone's smoothing the place off; I will NOT retire to a retreat with unsmooth walls!
19 Slate
I found some bloody coal, and told the lazy buggers to follow the seam. It appears they've managed to; I've heard nothing more about a lack of coal, anyway. Told the guys to dump all the bloody claystone, but there's still a shitload of bauxite in there. Made a stockpile for it outside, in case we can figure out what to do with it. I was sure some bugger told me it could be smelted into aluminium (or aluminum as these bloody backwoods types will call it) but apparently not. It's a nice colour, though. Maybe I should designate it for making toys. The treehuggers'd like that. Told some bugger to clean up the goblin bits, too; it's been bloody ages.
26 Slate
Got a table in what will become my study. It's got bloody onyx spikes all over it. Spikes? Who the hell puts spikes on a TABLE, for Armok's sake?
Ordered Mostlyharmless to make me a platinum statue for my entrance hall. Might as well impress the hell out of everyone. I fitted a door, too. Bloody good one, same claystone as the surrounding rocks, but it's studded with platinum. I like this stuff, it's shiny and stays that way.
2 Felsite
Armok damn it. Mostlyharmless has cancelled my statue order. Says he needs more platinum. Told the miners they know where the bloody stuff is, go and dig it, and told the smelter to smelt it into bars because the picky bastard that he is, Mostlyharmless refuses to just use it even though it's pure when it comes out of the rock. Nothing reacts with this stuff, but for him it's got to be bars. Bloody jumped-up smith, just because he made a legendary bit of armour... greaves, at that. Why couldn't it have been a bloody helmet?
I'm going for a bloody drink. Soon as they've made my chair for the new office, I'm moving my work to there. Spikey the table may be, but that bloody nose demon is freaking me out. This desk is getting destroyed, I tell you...
More on cod and pieces thereof
I ended up not putting the squeaky toy in. The size is comedy enough...
Monday, May 5, 2008
Further on the dinner of Molesworth
So, my noodlings were successful, and I also showed the LA some of the features of her sewing machine. The basic shape for the front of the codpiece is a right-angled triangle, but with the hypoteneuse bulged, or perhaps a rectangle with one corner rounded off. This provides the bulge, when sewn together by the curved edges. I overstitched the edges to prevent fraying, and also to provide myself with a guide for the actual seams. Once I had the front together, I then cut out the back by try-fitting, overstitched its edges, and then made up ribbon loops for attachment via buttons to the breeches. Then I sewed it on most of the way, and left a hole to turn the codpiece right-side-out. Now all I need to do is find a squeaky dog toy, and get some wadding with which to stuff it, and then sew some buttons on to attach it to the breeches.
And in case you were wondering... not that silly. About 3 inches of bulge, and about seven inches high. Certainly less showy than, say, Henry VIII's.
And in case you were wondering... not that silly. About 3 inches of bulge, and about seven inches high. Certainly less showy than, say, Henry VIII's.
On the Dinner of Molesworth
Or, the Piece of Cod that Passeth All Understanding.
So, my breeches are rather boring as they stand (not on their own; such is a grievous state for clothing, unless it be a wool greatcoat), and so I need a codpiece. Problem the first: lack of pattern...
So, I'm currently noodling with a piece of paper, to try and figure out a shape that will give me a suitable power bulge without looking as daft as the Black Adder's one. I've got ideas, here.
Problem the second: further visual interest. I'm thinking of some embroidery (yes, I know; ambitious!) but if this fails to work out, I'm going to want something, since the fabric is merely a contrast to the breeches. I may go for pinning my Constable badge to it for the first week...
Problem the third: reaching a pet store. I need a squeeky dog toy...
The final result will be buttoned to my breeches front next weekend...
So, my breeches are rather boring as they stand (not on their own; such is a grievous state for clothing, unless it be a wool greatcoat), and so I need a codpiece. Problem the first: lack of pattern...
So, I'm currently noodling with a piece of paper, to try and figure out a shape that will give me a suitable power bulge without looking as daft as the Black Adder's one. I've got ideas, here.
Problem the second: further visual interest. I'm thinking of some embroidery (yes, I know; ambitious!) but if this fails to work out, I'm going to want something, since the fabric is merely a contrast to the breeches. I may go for pinning my Constable badge to it for the first week...
Problem the third: reaching a pet store. I need a squeeky dog toy...
The final result will be buttoned to my breeches front next weekend...
On the murdering of swamps
Typical of this bloody place. Old Mostlyharmless was supposed to have me take over on the first of Granite, but he wasn't ready till the third. Let's see what we've got to do...
Later: OK, so that lever works that blasted waterfall he was so proud of, and that one works the drawbridge. I guess telling someone to sit by it and pull it as often as possible was nasty, but it was funny to watch it go shooting in and out... Started a Grand Project of somewhere I can smeg off to and be alone when I get out of this job. What's this? We need refined coal? Well, where's the bloody unrefined coal? Go and dig some out, refine it, and stop bothering me. I can hardly read Mostlyharmless's runes, and here I am trying to run the bloody fortress off the notes he left me. Mostly carved into the bloody desk. What the hell "Kilroy Was Here" is supposed to mean, I don't know, and as for that ugly glyph above it, it scares me... is it some kind of nose demon? I need a bloody drink.
A bit later on: Oh, bloody hell. The treehuggers are here. Guess someone had better see what they want. That lazy bastard of a sheriff was counting stuff, so I told anyone they could trade. I think we got stiffed, though. This gnomeblight stuff better be damned good booze, the price they want for it. Work continues on my Grand Project of a place for me to go and retire to at the end of my term in office...
2nd Slate: First time I've been able to check the date in some time. Bloody treehuggers wouldn't leave, then we got frigging goblins turning up. I think we killed them all, though. I can't bloody tell, I'm stuck in this office for so damned long all I have to go on is fourth hand "Yeah, they're all dead" type reports. Bloody useless, I tell you. Not a month on the job and I'm wondering how Mostlyharmless stayed sane as long as he did. I'm going to go sketch out more designs for my Big Retirement Cavern, and then see what this gnomeblight shit's like to drink...
Later: OK, so that lever works that blasted waterfall he was so proud of, and that one works the drawbridge. I guess telling someone to sit by it and pull it as often as possible was nasty, but it was funny to watch it go shooting in and out... Started a Grand Project of somewhere I can smeg off to and be alone when I get out of this job. What's this? We need refined coal? Well, where's the bloody unrefined coal? Go and dig some out, refine it, and stop bothering me. I can hardly read Mostlyharmless's runes, and here I am trying to run the bloody fortress off the notes he left me. Mostly carved into the bloody desk. What the hell "Kilroy Was Here" is supposed to mean, I don't know, and as for that ugly glyph above it, it scares me... is it some kind of nose demon? I need a bloody drink.
A bit later on: Oh, bloody hell. The treehuggers are here. Guess someone had better see what they want. That lazy bastard of a sheriff was counting stuff, so I told anyone they could trade. I think we got stiffed, though. This gnomeblight stuff better be damned good booze, the price they want for it. Work continues on my Grand Project of a place for me to go and retire to at the end of my term in office...
2nd Slate: First time I've been able to check the date in some time. Bloody treehuggers wouldn't leave, then we got frigging goblins turning up. I think we killed them all, though. I can't bloody tell, I'm stuck in this office for so damned long all I have to go on is fourth hand "Yeah, they're all dead" type reports. Bloody useless, I tell you. Not a month on the job and I'm wondering how Mostlyharmless stayed sane as long as he did. I'm going to go sketch out more designs for my Big Retirement Cavern, and then see what this gnomeblight shit's like to drink...
Friday, May 2, 2008
On new responsibilities
I'm in a succession game of Dwarf Fortress, in a place called Swampmurder. I've just received the note from the previous overseer...
A little background.
It's a pisshole in the swamp. It's in Blessed wilderness though, so you shouldn't have much to do with wild animals.
The goblins and kobolds have been mostly quiet Save for an attack that took our finest mechanic. To the northeast, there is a vein of native platinum. to your direct east there is a pit mine just past the farms.
The underground farms are directly below the moat. The one on the left is permanently flooded due to mishaps with the waterfall.
Speaking of the waterfall, it is lovely, just don't forget to turn it off. If you manage to drain out the plumbing for it, you may be able to keep it running full time.
You have one legendary armorsmith, me. He is also the metalworker, and a damn good weaponsmith.
The workshops are directly past the main entrance hall. It's so backlogged with crap needing to be done it's not even funny.
I'll let you run the rest.
Looks like I have my work cut out...
A little background.
It's a pisshole in the swamp. It's in Blessed wilderness though, so you shouldn't have much to do with wild animals.
The goblins and kobolds have been mostly quiet Save for an attack that took our finest mechanic. To the northeast, there is a vein of native platinum. to your direct east there is a pit mine just past the farms.
The underground farms are directly below the moat. The one on the left is permanently flooded due to mishaps with the waterfall.
Speaking of the waterfall, it is lovely, just don't forget to turn it off. If you manage to drain out the plumbing for it, you may be able to keep it running full time.
You have one legendary armorsmith, me. He is also the metalworker, and a damn good weaponsmith.
The workshops are directly past the main entrance hall. It's so backlogged with crap needing to be done it's not even funny.
I'll let you run the rest.
Looks like I have my work cut out...
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