The Let's Play Archive

Dwarf Fortress - Syrupleaf

by Various

Part 39: Jazzimus Prime: Intermission

I had promised a while back that I would post a list of the dwarves and their activities after an update, but I neglected to follow through.

So here it is, better late than never.

Since we're between overseers now, anyone who wishes to post a journal for their dwarf, please do so by all means.

If you have a question about moods, or stocks, or whatever, let me know and I'll try to get you a screenshot tonight or tomorrow. Or you can download the save and check for yourself. Either way is fine.

OrangeSoda wrote :-

Diary of OrangeSoda, Stonecrafter

Hmmm, Manuel might be onto something with those instruments when I think about it...but iv'e got a better idea. Something that makes a bit more noise, a little more manly in sound. Something that shows how tough and vicious dwarves are through music and song.

I call it... rock music.

Sirocco wrote :-

The Journal of Sirocco: FIFTH ENTRY

Hey, diary!

It's been a crazy few months, that's for sure! I'm a champion of Syrupleaf now! It's like a dream come true! I still remember the snowy morning I was recruited as if it were yesterday...

WHOOOOOOOSH!!! (That's a flashback noise, diary!!!)

Royal W stepped into the dining hall and rang the bell until everyone was silent.

'We need some volunteers for soldiering work! As you all know, we've lost some great dwarves during... the battle. Great dwarves. And I know they're going to be big shoes to fill, I do!! But I have complete faith in your abilities! I know you all have what it takes to be a REAL dwarf. Those brave souls who raise their hand now will be tasked with defending this fortress from the darkness trying to break their way through these stone walls... Speak, dwarves! Who will answer this call?'

'I will,' said tehsid, a single tear rilling down his cheek.

'I will,' said Alius, from the corner, his head hung, the tragedy of what had happened heavy on his stout shoulders.

'I will,' said Drakenel, stepping forward. 'By my own hands if necessary, I will protect our domain to the death.'

'Very good,' said Royal W, putting a hand on Drakenel's shoulders. His voice choked with emotion. 'But we need one more! One more brave dwarf to keep back the tides of evil!'

'Oh! Oh! Me! Me me me me me!'

'Anyone at all,' said Royal W.

'Ohhhhhhh! Me! Me! Over here!'

'ANYONE. JUST RAISE YOUR HAND,' said Royal W, looking over the dwarves, a steely glint in his eye.

'Me me me! I can do it! You're not looking! Me me me me-'

Royal W turned to me. 'Suffering mudstone, Sirocco, you're a builder not a fighter! The last time you killed anything was when you stepped on a fluffy wambler. By accident. AND, if I recall, you spent the next two weeks crying in your room.'

'I love Syrupleaf! I've never felt happier in my life than in the time I've spent here! I would die to protect it, I swear!'


'I'd have called it "bracing".'

Royal W sat down in a chair and buried his face in his palms and after taking a few deep breaths, he sat back up:

'Fine. FINE. There's a hammer in the stockpile, go grab it and meet me in the barracks in twenty minutes,'


tehsid prodded Royal W: 'Can I, uh... un-volunteer?'

'No you fucking can't! I'm going to have a drink. Or twenty. No one fucking interrupt me...'


Poor old Royal, he's still a bit morose about his old soldier friends! I'm quite good at this hammer business though, diary! I almost can't remember what it's like to build chairs and stuff, ha ha ha! Well, I've got to go! Can't let the spawn catch me napping now, ha ha ha!

WHOOOOOOOOSH! (That's a me saying goodbye and running off noise this time, diary! WHOOSH!!!)

Skullbuggy wrote :-

Wait, my dorf's a record keeper? And I thought he was just a clerk/manager.

Edit: Journal.

Entry - 4 Moon., The Fifth Year

I've been observing Jazzimus' behavior rather closely for these last few weeks. He has been walking to and fro, muttering every once in a while, trying his hardest to drive away the invisible demons that plague him so. He shakes with fear, his worried steps haunting the corridors every waking moment. He is most definitely unwell.

Yes, with the cold, dark winter months comes a strange air of silent tumult, all dwarves silently hoping that death skips over them. I, myself, have been living in the candlelight at almost every hour--I may as well be the first to admit that I am afraid of the dark.

The worst part of this whole ordeal is that I am starting to hear voices at night, as well. I fear that I may be succumbing to the very same insanity that is overtaking our overseer.

- S. Mengigam, Manager

Entry - 4? Moon., The Fifth Year

Never mind. It was Screaming Idiot crying into his ale.

- S.

Entry - 2 Opal, The Fifth Year

The miners have been at it for weeks. I believe that I might as well do my part with the economy by smelting a bit. After all, managing isn't going to put much food in my mouth. ... Then again, not much does around here.

- S. Mengigam, Manager

Entry - 30 Obs., The Fifth Year

Jazzimus is unwell in the worst way. He has become pallid and shaky, and his beard has grown ragged and unkempt. I fear that he may be very sick in the head. He has given the reins to Phrederick... though I hope he hasn't passed
all of his leaderly traits to him as well.

- S. Mengigam, Manager