Lol, now you've made me want to play it even further. What a shame
. I've added u/Bric3d save to the fortress list. It's an old region with not one, not two, but
three player fortresses! (and not all of them have demons, so that's good)
Now, continuing where we left off....
The Fortress of CheeseIt has been five days. I found out soon enough that there are more than just forgotten beasts living within this place. Fell beasts borne of fear and terror. I saw their shapes one night, as I made my way through one of the fort’s dark passageways, as they saw me. And so I ran, sprinting through endless halls and staircases, every step of mine matched by the endless clinking of its blood-soaked mandibles.
Don't know how I survived. Just ran, and never looked back. Hardly know what the beast even looks like, but I know it’s there. It guards the central staircase now, ever vigilant, ever watching. It waits patiently for my move.
I don’t want to die, but death seems inescapable in this fortress. Bloodstains line the walls and floors. Dead elves laid to rest beside gorlaks; mangled dwarven corpses forever intertwined with their goblin counterparts. One day I found a dead dwarf resting on his deathbed. He looked to have died a peaceful death – so detached from the brutality I see scattered around this place.
It is a beautiful fortress by design. If you close your eyes, you could just imagine how it must’ve been in its heyday. Even today, the many fractals showcase an elegant aesthetic rarely found in most fortresses. But pay a closer look; realise that things are amiss. The tables and chairs are heavily damaged. Beds aren’t where they should be. Multiple doors have been ripped clean off its hinges.
There is an old naked dwarf wandering about in the darkness. I came across him one day, with his tattered garments barely hanging onto his skin. He calls himself the Duke. His face is gaunt and stretched, but it is his eyes that truly scare me. They are the eyes of a person who has gazed into madness. I fear he is lost, both in mind and in soul. I fear that if I stay here any longer I might end up like him.
So much treasure lying around in this place. Huge stockpiles of precious metal, gems, furniture. Everything in this fortress is easily worth millions of Urists in total. Many would be willing to die for such a hoard; yet I’d give it all for a chance to live.
I just don't want to dieIn a dark room deep within the fortress are the remnants of a mighty battle. You can tell this by the dead monsters on the floor, all twisted and gargantuan in size, that lie silently in the darkness. Their mangled body parts are unrecognizable in bizarre shape and form. I rarely stay here long.
And even deeper still, where the walls glow blue, I can feel a cold draft billowing up from below…