A Parchment of Adventure and Woe: Tales from the Dwarf Fortress Wiki

As I sit down to pen this tale, I am reminded of the countless adventures that have unfolded beneath my digital hammer. Like a master craftsman, I have shaped the very fate of my dwarven kin, guiding them through trials and tribulations as they strive to build a prosperous underground empire.

But, I must confess, my journey has not been without its mishaps. Nor is it jealous military, for in one sense, I have learned that even the most well-laid plans can go awry. Take, for instance, the time I accidentally created transparent miasma – an oversight that threatened to engulf my entire fortress.

Fortunately, my dwarves proved resilient, and we managed to contain the menace. In fact, our quad smelters eventually came online, churning out a bounty of precious coins that seemed to multiply before our very eyes. Alas, some of our more...unscrupulous dwarves had other plans for these riches, claiming them as their own.

As tensions mounted, I found solace in the simple joys of life above ground. The autumnal hues of the trees outside my window brought a sense of peace to my troubled mind, reminding me that even amidst chaos, there is beauty to be found.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end. Our expedition leader, Ejas, departed, leaving in her wake a power vacuum that was quickly filled by Kûbuk Ikudlibash – a stalwart warrior with a penchant for great bows and axes. Kol Zuglarbal, the newly elected mayor, proved a shrewd broker, guild representative, and all-around fine crossbowwoman.

Tragedy struck, however, when our esteemed leader succumbed to infection in the tavern. Despite her valiant efforts to rally our dwarves, she ultimately fell prey to the ravages of disease, leaving behind a legacy that would forever be remembered.

As I reflect on these events, I am reminded of the importance of preparation and foresight. Had we but established a hospital with adequate facilities – including a feline presence to soothe the sick – perhaps our leader might have been spared from the cruel hand of fate.

In the end, it was not to be. Our trading hall remained incomplete, while our representative lay bedridden, her arm and leg lost in the brutal battle for survival. Siege warfare loomed large on the horizon, a constant reminder that even in times of peace, the threat of war is always just beneath the surface.

And so, as I pen this parchment, I am left to ponder the mysteries of fate and the whims of the universe. Will my dwarves thrive or falter? Only time will tell, but one thing is certain – their story will be etched in the annals of Dwarf Fortress history for generations to come.

Dwarf fortress wiki parchment