Well, at this point I am doomed to !!FUN!!, so I'll post the save early. Here is a synopsis.
WringBanner(Ruin)
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In 51, The City of Memory of The Hatchet of Phrasing founded Wringbanner.
In the early spring of 68, The Spread Flax defeated The Hatchet of Phrasing and placed the elf Thone Lizardtame in charge of Wringbanner. The new government was called The Free Sun.
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Nigh upon a hundred years ago, the elves took Wringbanner from us. Now we, The Sabre of Immortals take it back! As we enter this land Sodel, our miner and warrior prepares to explore this ruin. But just as we hop off of our wagon, a score of humans spring from ambush! Our mason was within the walls and cowers in a corner as Sodel charges to the rescue.
Despite being an adequate swordsdwarf, Sodel flees in terror at the sight of twenty untrained opponents. He screams "Help! Save me!" even as he deftly blocks the single farmer that chased him.
Deciding against lethal combat, Sodel strolls into the heart of the fortress. Finding dozens of allegedly hostile humans, he walks through without interruption. Then, he sees a goblin fish cleaner and attacks on his own! After he strikes down the goblin, the entire room save a peasant and armorer grow terrified.
In Sodel's exploration of the depths, there is an abundance of clothier workshops and looms. Finding another goblin and slaying it, Sodel cries out "Death is all around us! It is horrible!"
Sodel has fallen. In combat with the humans, he leaped down the central stairwell.
However after this the fortress went as smoothly as an overseer could hope. Excavating room for more workshops the caverns were unearthed. With hardly a dozen dwarves, there wasn't the dwarfpower to develop a military to defend against the deep.
Migrants arrived and perished in trees that they climbed for unforeseeable reasons. Several made it to the fort and one was drafted to pick up Sodel's old armaments. A forge was built on the lower levels to process metals. However it was not to be.
From the Depths! The Forgotten Beast Lushob Lushobnebin has come! A towering feathered wolf. It has a curling trunk and it squirms and fidgets. Its ecru feathers are long and sparse! Beware its fire!
Wringbanner's second death was mercifully swift. Even though designs were in place to blockade it in, and route around it, the dwarves were too busy cowering in terror. The human's presence delayed the beast momentarily, but the living inferno hounded the bearded drunks.
As the fortress died, one last wave of migrants arrived. Unwittingly they wandered down through the smoke and miasma filled stairwell. Out of the clouds a plume of fire and a slavering maw emerge.
Wringbanners has fallen once more.
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