Things have been going very well for the fort recently. I’ve recovered from the civil war (mostly), we’ve begun steel production, and the addition of new mace traps in the trap hallway has basically turned the goblin hordes into
a metal delivery service. I did find out I embarked near a 10,000 population goblin tower, which is fun. Hopefully sieges have a capped size.
I've set up two discrete militia squads designed to eventually raid goblin settlements. I followed a guide and set them all up to train wrestling first. I also have my militia captain's
squad, which is designed to kill large threats, and I still have my mace dwarves ready to pulp zombies (Which they have, once or twice. Two plague thralls showed up and the military made short work of both of them).
Example of a "plague thrall", though this one was from the previous fort.
I also managed to get to the Magma Sea after a hilariously large amount of time. I couldn't find a single nugget of iron ore on the map, so I had to use goblinite (junk that goblins brought when trying to kill me) to forge
my steel weaponry. I could use adamantine at this point, but it feels like a bad idea to just tear into adamantine veins willy-nilly
yes i did spoil myself a while back it sucks don't do it, just mine the veins its fun i promise. A gremlin also popped up because I breached the caves. Fun.
One or two trolls managed to make their way to the surface, and that combined with some "training accidents" caused a few causalities. I feel like the entire fort is a xXpig-tail ropeXx away from a tantrum spiral at literally all times though, so it's not like it changes much.
Despite how "well" things have been going, I was expecting death around every corner, or for some clown lord to pop out of the bushes and eat me alive, what I DID NOT expect was to be met with 48 (FORTY-EIGHT!) pages of combat text when I check for hostile enemies because of "Urist cancelled Job: combat" alert.
On closer inspection, all FORTY-EIGHT FUCKING pages of combat were mostly one action: A swordsdwarf committing a war crime with a book, titled "The Monastery: My Only Mistake".
what the fuck
I dismissed it, assuming the troll was dead after enduring such a horrifying act of cruelty.
BUT I WAS WRONG.
Two to three days later, after doing a bit of work on setting up the precursor to a magma pump stack, I get the notification again. I prepare to send my axe squad to kill (or capture)
a wild troll. BUT IT WAS THE. SAME. FUCKING. TROLL. AND THERE WERE 20 MORE PAGES OF INTERNATIONAL LAW VIOLATIONS.
SOMEONE HELP THE TROLL PLEASE
The order to kill is given. I can't let this go on any longer. Please die peacefully, you innocent fuzzy murderbeast.
Mercy.
My militia leader deals a single, extraordinarily precise blow to the creature's neck. It's head flys off, confirming that I had succesfully killed it in the most painless way I could.
I'm not arresting the sworddwarf, though.
I actually don't have a jail The sword-dwarf was a victim too. They passed out numerous times of exhaustion while trying to kill the troll with the book but they just. keep. hitting. the. poor. thing.
May Armok have mercy on that Troll’s soul.