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I had stripped the old fortress place bare of everything made by dwarves. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized I had left nothing. I staggered to my feet, and put my hands on the pendant, checking, hoping that I had missed something, any food, any drink in the old fortress. 'Damnit!' I screamed at the top of my voice, slashing my arm across the table, the half-eaten meal splattering all over the place. I tried to resign myself to their death, but I couldn't even do that. Iton and Brok would never give up, but they wouldn't survive the trip back to the fortress. And dwarves gave one hundred percent of everything they could give until they died. Still, Iton was one of the strongest dwarves in the fortress, possibly stronger than Urist even, but with no military training. I would watch him die, and then feel it as every dwarf in the fortress would suffer a happiness hit, not to mention me. I was watching both Iton and Brock lumbering weakly up the stairs next to the pump stack shaft, still miles below. He had been the first to strike the earth in the fortress save well. Iton had been the dwarf that first struck the earth for me here. I couldn't even make myself try, so I sat down and started eating the meal quickly, hoping it would help absorb the alcohol in my stomach. I considered making myself puke to purge the alcohol, but something inside me rejected that idea. How much did I drink? Two big gulps? That's about what, four shots of moonshine? Equivalent to nine or ten shots of vodka? On an empty stomach? As I walked over to the table, I staggered a bit.

I chose a meal of beer-roasted duck with prickle berries, and carried the plate over to the table. I walked over to the food depot and checked very carefully, examining every meal for contents. The way they do their hair, I bet some of them would actually like it.ĭamn.

#Dwarf fortress stairs how to#

I definitely need to teach a couple dwarves how to do cornrows. My 'do was certainly ruined at that point, I realized. It was pretty good, actually.Īlmost pure alcohol. I opened my eyes and looked at the top of the barrel. The cold of the evaporating alcohol went away after a few seconds. I kept my eyes tightly closed and rubbed my face and head with my shirt. After a moment's panic, thinking the dwarves might have put lye in my drink storage, I recognized what I had just drunk. I had to close my eyes tightly to keep the liquid out of them. I stormed into my eating area, opened a keg and stuck my head inside, taking two deep swallows before coming back up for air. But I didn't need the voice in my head screaming for beer either.

I didn't want a beer, I didn't want alcohol to soften my mind.

Iton and Brok wouldn't be that easy to save. He detected the change immediately and went running back to his room to meet his new furniture as the hauler ran to bring it to his quarters. I had an artifact cabinet moved from artifact storage to his room. I inspected his living space, and discovered it to be rather plain. I pushed an apology to him over the weakening connection between us and asked him to please provide me with a dozen more. I could feel Goduk, the legendary stonecrafter who had made the mug growing furious at the destruction of one of his eleven thousand masterpieces. I turned my head, and saw the shattered masterpiece jade mug set with opals and rubies laying in pieces. I stood up off the edge of the bed and reached into my cabinet for my mug so I could go get a beer. It smashed against the wall with a satisfying crack, breaking. He was too far away from the nearest food and drink depot to survive the return trip.Īaaargh! I do NOT need a tantrum spiral now! I reached into my cabinet next to the bed for my mug and threw it with all my might across the room. Even though he was not very social, he did take breaks, and been around a long time. I always needed something dug, and Iton wasn't a very social dwarf. Iton was another of the original fortress dwarves. Dwarves could move quickly, but I could see that Iton and Bron were in bad shape, moving slowly back up the shaft that went. I found them, but they were incredibly far away. I had assigned them to keep digging down till they found magma. I checked on Iton, and Brok who were digging the exploration shaft in such a way that it was convertible into a pump stack. I designated a wall segment for deconstruction, and she tore through it in seconds, running for the drink depot.

One of the masons had walled herself into a place she couldn't get out of. I checked on the status of my dwarves, looking for any who were in distress before going to sleep.