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Messages - Urist_isnt_real

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Dwarves of Lashsyrups, please stop making the overseer mad:
-Urist McDepressed, for the love of Armok just go and pray to your four different gods of death and oblivion. Stop moping around in the tavern complaining you can't pray to your gods, or I'll have to make you emigrate to the fell mood factory. As building materials, of course!
-Urist Tangledaxe, stop dodging into the magma or trying to steal Bigsmears(TM). Stop selling us out to the goblins. Or I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out of the hospital next time you get a melted finger.
-Urist McMoody, stop making me useless crap. It's been 7 years and the only artifacts we have are finished goods and furniture. Yes, yes, I know you wanna make your bloody magnum opus, but at least make it something useful, or we'll sell it to the elves.
-To my dear doctors - put the soldiers' guts back in RIGHT NOW, or else. I don't care that you want to party, or recite poetry, or pray yourself to death in the temple. Do your jobs, or I'll toss you in the magma moat.
-To all foreign nobles coming to Lashsyrups, what is wrong with you? The last twelve of you were mauled by giant foxes. It's going to happen to the rest of you too, so just stay home.
-Urist McMiner, stop tossing your pick into the magma sea and pretending it's an accident. You saw what the hammerer did to the last moron who attempted that.

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DF Dwarf Mode Discussion / Re: What's going on in your fort?
« on: March 08, 2024, 04:27:38 pm »
Here I've compiled some funny stories from my fort of Lashsyrups:
The artifact perfect white jade Bigsmears, stored in the fort's tavern, has been stolen over twenty times over the course of five years - mostly by goblins, but I've had, among other things, a very obvious vampire, two werepanthers (one of which infected the duchess, see below)... and the World's Dumbest Dwarf, Urist Tangledaxe, who has multiple times dodged into the magma moat while fighting goblins. He's currently in the hospital for the fifth time, his iron gauntlet having melted and taken with it his left hand (I was planning on discharging him from the army anyway). Hopefully Urist's new injury will teach him not to deal with the devil goblins again.
Three non-thief questers so far came seeking Bigsmears - two elves and a human. Somehow, nobody told them about it, so they just left in disappointment. The first thief of Bigsmears was our very own hammerer, Otol, who was promptly whacked thrice with his own artifact lead hammer by the captain of the guard, Sanam Blackring. Sanam is a pretty badass guy in general, having a kill count of fifty, being known for the trove of literature he stole from a grey parrot woman necromancer I like to call Polly. Sir Blackring is also one of the lonelier dwarves of the fortress, as despite being mayor he has only three friends - an ex-speardwarf now retired as a surgeon, the duchess (see above), and his daughter Istreth, also a former militia-dwarf, whose lower spine was shattered by a goblin lasher.
A delusional speardwarf - one of our most skilled, unfortunately, went berserk after entering a fey mood and not being supplied any shells. Well 'scuse me
mate, but the only source of water on this map is that bloody cave river (literally. Two whole tribes of amphibian men, fifteen strong each, fell down there
and fought an FB, before dying and leaving blood everywhere). DO YOU SEE ANY CAVE TURTLES HERE, ORSTUT? DO YOU? No? Alright then, take a bloody hammer to the face.
I suspect Sanam's lack of friends is due to the dozens of surgical scars he has on his torso, arms, and face, the aftermath of a particularly lengthy excision surgery in 289 (current year 302) after an encounter with a particularly !!fun!! titan resembling a spider made of bronze, endowed with an extremely dangerous necrosis-causing spittle.
Also, our resident goblin werepanther duchess (once a visiting poet) has married the love of her life, once a goblin visitor as well, and then promptly turned into a werepanther, killed two of the wedding guests, infected another four (including her new wife), and then quietly turned back. I've built a nice set of rooms for her and the duchess consort, including a food/drink chute and all of the fortress's literature, before locking them in with an artifact floodgate to prevent more incidents.
Finally, "Polly" the parrot woman necromancer sent over two zombie minotaurs to attack Lashsyrups. They were both struck down by an ex-soldier engraver who shattered each beast's skull with a punch, before hefting one corpse over his shoulder, butchering it, and engraving the whole tale on the tavern walls.
(I've made minotaurs nonsapient in my game)

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