Strike the earth!, A new chapter of dwarven history begins

I think it would be a little awkward if "Jewthulu" was female, too...

There are such things as female cephalopods, ya know.

Not in MY fanfiction

But a female cephalopod dwarf might be pushing it.

Although thinking about, I'm not sure why "Reed" wouldn't be a feminine name. Knight can't change the dwarfs last names (or else I'm *sure* he would've edited some of those unpronounceable travesties), so it would just be Reed, not Reed Richards.

So, apparently there's a program which will convert your dwarf fortress save file into a viable minecraft file.

I dunno... I've read a couple of fanfics...

Nah, there are too many males to females as it is. I could discover that someone else is a transvestite. Or I could just deal with it.

So, I deeply don't care one bit what gender my dwarf is.

I think I'm going to stick to assigning volunteer names to actually skilled immigrants. I'm going to have plenty of peasant crap-haulers, which people probably don't want to be cast as. I'll dig through inactive posters for those, probably.

I vote that every single peasant crap-hauler be named NewbClone##.

Nah, there's plenty of random names to steal from the member list.

I vote for the long old member named Maranda! (I didn't check the spelling of her name)

Is there a banned user list?

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Argh, We've been invaded by kittens and puppies! We just had our first wave of immigrants and I swear, every single one of them had a 'fuzzy cute thing' tagging along at their heels. The tanner, Trektek, had one of each! I swear, I'm going to start engineering "accidents" for some of them. We could use the leather...

With Carmichael's help, i get the new residents listed and squared away, let's see...

Most impressive of the lot, if somewhat perplexing, is Trektek. He's a Legend among tanner dwarves. Unfortunately, we have no leather industry, or even a butcher shop yet... have to see what we can do about that, I suppose.

Slightly less impressive but unquestionably more useful is Randa. A multi-diciplinary smith, with a respectable level of skill across the board. I'll have to discuss with her the possibilities of smithing with more... exotic metals.

Piling through the door behind a wave of pets, we have a family of four, Nefi (a gem setter), her husband Luppy (a... hauler? He claims to have been a medic's assistant, but he seems to know less about it than Algasir. I didn't know that was possible.) and their two daughters, Anna and Mato.

A young dwarf going by "Bullseye" claims to have apprenticed to a machinist. That could be useful, certainly, assuming he knows his ass from his elbow in a mechanic's shop.

A fisherman by the name of Zero barely takes the time to say "hello" before heading off to the river. Well, we needed more food variety around here anyway.

"Ou Des" the engraver struck me as a bit... odd. Her voice had an oddly... atonal quality to it. She looked around at the dirt walls of our upper floors in disgust and headed down to the lower levels to "make things more livable"

"Sage" is apparently a co-worker of Luppy's. I set them both to dragging those rocks out of the bedroom level.


Aside from dealing with the newcomers, work progresses apace. With the scaffolding in place, Jon and Mike start the work of carving down the top of the pillar.


I can feel fall rushing towards me like a charging elephant. We don't dare let word of our find get back to the King... not yet. We HAVE to get this out of sight before the fall caravan comes...

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More coming, but the immigrant wave showed up just as I started and I wanted to get that out of the way.

...cat leather!

I think that word has already gotten out if you're getting a legendary level crafter in the first wave of immigration.

A legendary tanner. Maybe they think we have a thriving hunting industry.

...which we SHOULD have, if someone would make me some damn crossbow bolts!

The thriving tanning industry is obviously based on the kitten and puppy population.

Why would you kill puppies? Every grown dog is one more you can chain up in hallways to find thieves or one you can send on a suicide run against an invading army.

The dwarf that came up with this idea wasn't drunk enough.