*Psych can be damned. Im into this now.*
When Ast returned home for the final time, she found another soul had perished unexpectedly, and his corpse was being put down by peasants more competent at war than farming. Life was hard. Taking up all the bags in her village she emptied out all of the unmilled sweet pods and unprocessed pig tails. There was always so much left to do, it's a wonder the caravan even bothered with Mirrorspires at all. Seemed every year another guard or three got caught in the twice-daily clouds or ambushed by a muskox.
she herself was ambushed by one on her way to kill the olm woman threat. Luckily, she was on the mountain and it decided to dodge off the hill, letting her hide.
The olm creature was wanted for suspected lycanthrope, and it didn't matter if it was guilty, killing it would earn her enough coin to leave. With it dead, she found it was not a lycanthrope, but housing and experimenting on an undead dwarf. She was apparently trying to train it using an old mothbitten sock.
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With her bags in order she collected her payment, a steel cuirass inherited from a dead hunter. Or soldier, were they any different out here? With a waterskin stuffed with a copper hammer and bronze pick and sword, Ast headed into the plains.
In the plains, she checked on her pile of clothing. Knowing that wet clothing (okay, I dont know if it has to be wet, but I get them covered in water anyway) worked best, every morning she would wait for the 4 hour thaw of the murky pool. It was where she hide from the cloud.
When she finally had a pile of ash around the clothing, she put on a second pair of gloves and carefully stuffed the ash into bags for transportation.
All that was left now was to finish her fulfill her final promise to the dwarves and get to the fabled museum.
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Sneaking through the country side, and keeping to the colder mountainside when possible, Ast dared not sleep for fear that the undead stalkers would find her. What found her instead was much worse.
Nightwing! Made sense, this was an evil place and it was night. Using its keen sense of hearing, it moved in to kill her.
A long struggle ensued, during which Ast learned much about herself. When it was over she was both tired and irritated. And exposed, because a second nightwing swooped down upon her when she tried to retreat to the hillside for cover.
This fight was easier, as she tried using the hammer. It broke the creature's bones with an ease she never expected, and the fight was much shorter. The hillside that harboured her safety was within grasp. Suddenly Dingos!
But these proved no problem for her after her ordeal with the nightwings. Having learned how to dodge, initiate grapples larger creatures constantly to avoid uncomfortable locks, and move in her armor, Ast quickly wiped out the pack.
She reached the far side of the corrupt valley at dawn, and a goblin
village capital just after.
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Ast, being of local fame, was met by the 'master', a deformed brute who slaughtered a goblin just as she entered his hut. Song, SomethingDeadAndStupid its name was.
He refused an offer of service from Ast, but offered her much needed hospitality, which Ast accepted, although not without trepidation. What an ugly creature! It was hard to believe it was form this world.
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After a day's well earned rest, Ast moved on, searching for the lair of her target. By now she was running low on blood, having only harvest about 15 urists from the olm woman. time for hunting!
Wait . . . She was supposed to get the blood, not the meat . . .
Okay, better then.
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After another day of travel, Ast had to choose what to do mid-day. She could go straight to her target, or try to stop at the relatively nearby town for a new weapon. The silver spear she had was serviceable but hardly efficient. With this in mind she headed north, sticking to the relatively safe 'gray' quicktravel land and staying away from the more unsettling 'purple'. Stopping at another goblin hamlet, Ast spent the night before finishing her detour to the town of SectGhoul. Abandoned shops greeted her and she was suddenly unsure if she made the right choice . . .
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Topic: The Museum: Adventure mode succession world (DF 34.11) (Read 819683 times)