I made it, and tested the ash out. The ash is on the second floor, on the northeast. Also some valuable trinkets, and a cheap weapon or two. And food.
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I entered town by swimming across the river to decontaminate myself. The pus from my oozing finger reminded me that I had an infected hangnail; likely to be a deadly affliction in the long term.
The town itself wasn't abandoned completely, it had a thriving meat market, and a few import shops still caught the stray business form the local farms, but the keep and the rest of the place was desolate. The keep had the desiccated body of the old ruler, crumpled by his throne. Downstairs, I contemplated braving the sewers.
Placing my stash of heinous ash aside, I stepped into the dungeon with an expectation of loot.
An archer was hiding amoungst the corpses, and with a bit of sadism in my heart I threw some of the ash at him. Experimentation happened after, wherein I removed his shoes and made him walk through the ash, alas, no confirmed infection occurred, and I was forced to end his life inconclusively.
As I explored, a pikeman charged up some stairs to assault me. thrown sword in the gullet later, I was admist a sea of large coppr armour, and finely crafted figurines. a treasure trove, and also good concealment, for there was the ret of the pikeman's band of robbers.
Without an urge to fight, I collected a few of the more eye-catching items and left. My quest for a better spear had technically succeeded, but only by one tier. A finely-crafted spear is marginally better than a mediocre spear, however.
On the way out of the town I spotted a mist rolling over the lower houses, an evil looking cloud that undoubtedly signaled the cursed state of this particular region.
The mist rolled to the south, and I followed behind it to my target. A hamlet on the outskirts of the town had an adventurous goblin, who promptly stunk up the air and made as much racket as you please. No surprise then, that a groups of kobolds ambushed us. The goblin did not survive.
My target was a weak dwarf, easily stabbed with my spear.
Free of my obligations, I went north with an earnest.
Heading north, drinking my own pus and eating my goat meat, I actually overshot my destination, and had to circle around. I did see some old battlegrounds, however.
I dared not sleep at night, traveling overland at a deliberate pace. Various monsters still required engagement, but I was deathly afraid of what I
didn't see in the dark.
After untold days of slow traveling, I came upon an unavoidable purple-tinted evil biome. Fast travel was an inappropriate way to study the biome, and so I left it, and what I saw was terrifying.
In an apparent attempt to re-establish their shattered ecosystem, storks and giant sponges attacked the local zombie carp.
Inside of a narrow, oblong, abandoned fort, there was a mountain of forgotten loot, including a gold coffer, a fabulous iron spear, and a good sturdy tin cage. I took the spear and continued north until I found this odd building
I found a way in, but I grew so uneasy observing the main hall that I left The world slowed down to 35fps in the region, anywho.
For security purposes, I sprinkled the heinous ash around the staircase.
I made it to the museum, and testing can occur! Our people will be saved . . . oh god, why is everyone dead?
Maybe I need to do my own testing. Ill try to find somebody in the basement. In the basement, testing will occur . . .
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Topic: The Museum: Adventure mode succession world (DF 34.11) (Read 820149 times)