Summer:
The long assumed dead buffolo Ralf decided to show up.
How he survived all those undead horrors and clouds of death only Armok and Ralf knows...
Did alot of mining and got rid of the butcher shop. Don't want Urist McRetard reviving a horde of undead skin and hair... became an office for 'ol Chilton instead. When he isn't working on building and engrvaving pictures of trees(he really likes those fckn trees) he goes to his office and does some maneging.
It seems as if our prayers hadn't gone unheard since a wave of strong and healthy fishermen and wrestlers were sent to us by the mountain homes
(Seriously, alot of fishermen and wrestlers)
But then again they are coming from a dangerous angle...Chiltons old pony Rudolf is guarding that area. Rudolf had always been the sweetest of ponies, walking by the side of Chillton in any weather. Ah all the great memories...Fck I'm getting sidetracked here
Rudolf had now turned into a fearsome monster, capable of slauthering anything which would move within his hunting grounds. Many creatures multiple times the size of Rudolf had fallen victim to his wrath. The landscape littered with the caracases of Rudolf victims, knowing the amount of blood that had been spilt because of his life long friend, Chillton decided to save the lives of the migrants getting closer and closer to Rudolfs death trap. With his bare hands he caught a butterfly midflight,I'm derailing agian aren't I?, to the butterfly he strapped a map with the perfect strategy to avoid rudolfs lair.
The plan was a success!!!
The migrants changed their course and was now walking round' Rudolf
But as they came down to the shoreline...DISASTER STRUCK!
A cloud of death and horror spawned out of the sea enveloping them all...
They never had a chance...in an instant...all those young brave souls turned into zombies...
The incident hit the mood of the fort like a silverwhip to the liver. Chillton kept on working like before but he had lost that bit of hope in his eyes which he still had a few days ago...Chef had been drinking more then usual and barely a single word had been spoken...
The zombies on the other hand...They were happier then ever- playing with fish, riding ponies and the usual braineating...
Here's one of the zombies and his zombie-pet-poult...catching some fish...a few cattlefish and a squid
As I sit here by my well fishing day in and day out it hurts to see the pain in Chilltons face everytime the zombies riding by on hes beloved rudolf swinging freshly caught fish in the air...
Fisherdwarf in blue - ol' Capt.Slowpoke, He has always been a dwarf of few words and even fewer since his ship sank...Sits by well all day but never seem to catch anything...
The dwarf in white - Chillton, The farmers do some farming and the miners do some mining but most other work is done by Chillton.
The dude in the center - Chef, He's an alcoholic even by dwarven standards and that is saying alot
A decent dwarf when he lays of the rum for a few hours but that's a rare occasion.
Sleeping dwarf - The laziest carpenter known to dwarf-kind, apperantly some sort of noble back at the civ. Doesn't seem as if she has yet understood how serious the situation is...
Miners - The bigger one is our only full time miner, she has bit of a temprament but gets the job done. The smaller one is the entire military force of Markedangels...
The farmer in the forground - Well, she is bit of mystery since none of us remembers her from back at the civ and she has been awfuly calm through the whole trip, even when we got shipwrecked and when Rudolf attacked....
Since all the migrants got zombiefied and are having a bbq outside you'll have to pick one of the starters if you wanna be dwarfed
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