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[BlastoiseWarlorf]

This is a challenge fort. Ethics are off. Enjoy the elf robes!

Ogik Gisek

(Camp of Cobras)

Requirements:Dwarf Fortress v0.31.21 w/  Fortress Defense Mod (Non-Challenge)

Rules:

• You may have a single farm plot above ground (3x3)
• All houses must be hidden from outside the entrance*
• All sentient beings must be killed and looted (This means have a depot, but no trading]
• You MAY have an active metal industry. Whether you do or not is your decision
• All migrant waves after the first two are counted as bandits moving in on your teritory, and must be dealt with as such.
• Houses must not be underground, anything else is fair game
• Turns are 1 year or 1 week, whichever comes first
• All houses must include a underground cellar, Two bedrooms, a Dining room and a study. Families must live in the same house
• You should be able to clean up gore from the last robbery, not manditory though.

*If theres a bridge entrance, no buildings may be in direct sight of the bridge

Turn list:
1.Blastoise Warlorf
2.Un-filled
3.Un-filled
4.Un-filled
5.Un-filled

Available Dwarfs:
Cook/Farmer/Brewer
Woodcutter/Carpenter/Bonecrafter/Bowyer
Miner/Mason/Mechanic
Animal Trainer/ Animal Caretaker
3 Trapper/Ambushers

Named Dwarfs:
Name: Blast
Proffesion: Bandit Master

[BlastoiseWarlorf]

Blast sat on top of a loaded up wagon as the stolen pack animals slowly laboured up the hill. It was begining to get cold. VERY cold.
He tugged his overcoat on a little closer and looked out on the horizon. Their destination; unknown. All they knew was they wanted loot, and would do ANYTHING to get it.
They had been expelled by their 'parent'civillization. Now they were on a quest. A quest for vengance. A quest for glory. Most importantly, a quest of profit. They had mugged a settling wagon, taking it and all it had.
The barrels of booze and bags of vegetables formed a lumpy pillow for Blast's head as he forced the beasts to continue moving. He knew there were bandits around. He had offered several groups the
opprotunity to join him; only two answered the call. 'It won't matter' Blast said to himself. They would forge a civillization upon the blood of their enemies.

~

Finally, the Horse collapsed in the dust, exahusted. Blast could see his breath here, but it was nice spot. It should warm up by summer. Blast yelled the other six awake, telling them to get off their lazy asses and get something started
This was the start of Ogik Gisek; The camp of Cobras