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It was fun for a long time but towards the end it just started to drag

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[Eric Blank]

[Actually the closest guard should be one of the dragons trying to flank you, but let's say the goblin was being stupid and charged from the left.]

Once the kobold had opted to move out of the dragons' flanking solution, the two dragons still waiting by the entrance charged into the room, scooped up their fallen comrade and carried her out of harm's way, for the moment. The humanoids they had been shielding remained at the door, pikes and swords spaced evenly to catch the kobold should he charge their position from any angle. The second formation had reach the doorway to the jails and had set up a similar formation.

[Corai]

"Aint that cute, you guys care about one another." He said, smirking. "Cant wait to slowly kill each and every one of you.

-The dragons are about the size of humans, right? Cause I cant really...do anything until I know, I dont wanna god mode and kill a giant dragon.-

[Eric Blank]

Let's assume they aren't all identical in size, but none present are more massive than an elephant.

[Corai]

-Okay, lets just say the size of three humans on eachogther's shoulders. To give a more exact idea.-


Corai jumped on the two dragons carrying the wounded goblin before they could move much, slashing out one's achilles's heel, the other got a stab to the right leg before being clawed away.

"This is so much fun!" he said, acting like it was a game.

-Corai is such a little blood thirsty insane freak, aint he? Im trying to give the idea of he hates dragons, ALOT.-

[Eric Blank]

[Dear god that is just cruel!]

As soon as the kobold attacked the dragons attempting to rescue their comrade, one of the goblins, the officer on duty at the time, barked "charge!" With that the entire mob bumrushed the kobold, swords dragging across the ground to catch him if he ducked, pikes thrust at chest height before they charged and then raised up to catch him if he jumped. The mob crashed together, scrambling to swipe at the creature. The humanoids guarded the dragons' heels while they kept their eyes on him and kept the group focused, and their pikes diving for his tiny frame.

[Edit for MULTIPLE TYPOS ARGH]

[wierd]

[And now you know why joykill tries to kill him on sight. LOL!]

[Corai]

->-

"THIS IS SO MUCH FUNNNNN." He screamed sword raised, when they crashed, alot of misfired shots and panic broke out. In the entire five seconds, several limbs were missing and one elf was screaming, clutching the hole were his eye was. Meanwhile, Corai was against a wall, a goblin holding his throat.


"...I loose?"

[Eric Blank]

The goblin, furious at the kobolds' interruption of the card game he was so clearly winning, and thus loss of the money the others bet on it which would now go to their families, nailed the kobold to the wall with his shortsword and watched with glee as it died. The others, seeing that he'd succeeded in stopping and putting down the threat, began to mourn and clean up the corpses of their comrades. Just over half the guard was either dead or permanently removed from service. Elfy McElf was throwing a tantrum as she ate her friend's corpse.

[Corai]

Corai awoke in a tree.


"Yep, I loose." he said, climbing down. "Okay and why the hell am I in a city park." he said, looking around. "Dont tell me...dont tell me I respawned in THIS dimension..."


"Meh, I get to cause chaos to innocent civilians now atleast."


-Ima stop posting in a few minutes.-

[WillowLuman]

(I go on a 3-day hiking trip and only 7 pages? Eh, works for me.)

In a dark room with one wall a bank of screens, a figure sat silhouetted against the glowing images. He looked at the central screen, his computer screen. where the window "Dwarf Fortress 1.0" was open. Recent events had given him a direct glimpse into the planes-dragon capitol, and this he found greatly entertaining. Sadly, the connection was fading, with the that former emperor showing less interest in the section of Reality that the figure controlled. Still, his pawn was giving them a good parting shot. Almost enough to make him change his mind about killing him and those other forumites. Almost.

Suddenly, a problem emerged in his design. One of them had escaped his trap! They must never leave alive! It would take a while to warm up the means with which he had ensnared them originally. That rat would be recaptured, and suffer the same fate as the others...

[WillowLuman]

Tick. Tock.

The clockwork heart beat, as it had and always would. It seemed like an eternity he had been trapped here. He thought for a moment, and remembered it had been 12,274,630,109 ticks and counting since that temporal implosion. Being part clock helped keep track of time.

He surveyed his domain. At first the pocket dimension had been nothing but a hell full of screaming cats. Now it had been absorbed, consumed and reshaped. To pass the time he had built a city, peopled by thoughtless automatons made from metal fused from the atoms of the infinite mass of cats. The enormous, eldricht abomination form had bored him, so he left it unoccupied in the central square.

Tick. Tock.

To the beat of his clockwork heart, the other Hugo stood in the massive pavilion filled with all the metal musicians and conducted the music. The legions of the clockwork orchestra played a symphony of dark and terrible majesty. All without vocals though. A pity, as a nice chorus for a Gregorian chant would have made it perfect. Never figured out how to make them sing, though.

All across the islands of rock suspended in the void, the fake people scuttled about, moving and acting only because the thought was turned to them, having no will of their own. Clockwork Hugo had created a whole world. But still he was bored. If he ever got out of here, vengeance would be his. He did not care that to take his vengeance, he would become as despicable as the bastard who ripped them from their homes and threw them into this arena. As long as he paid, Clockwork Hugo would be happy. But for now, an eternity of emptiness. There was no way to leave this place.

Tick. Tock.

[wierd]

Joykill's hands were sore and raw.  It had been awhile since he had worked glass. The hot molten sand had been recalcitrant. It had flowed wrong. It had been runny when it was supposed to act thick, and acted too thick when he tried to blow it, straining his ribs.

It had been hours.  Several failed creations had to be returned to the pot and remelted, but he finally had a small collection of properly blown vials and flasks, and had managed to draw several long rolls of good, flexible fiber after getting the right balance of calcium and sodium in the batch. 

The day had been hectic.  He still needed to get the fiber to the weaver, before he could set to work cooking up and refining the needed reagents to make the PVC sealant he would need. Not to mention production of the refined metal oxides he needed for new ceramic plates.

Maybe he would get the metal smiths to plate the ceramic in aluminum alloy.... it would deffinately improve on the prior design... but it would also take up valuable time.

Thankfully the weaver and the clothier's shops were nearby, as pushing the wheelbarrow was unbearable.  Shaking hands with the weaver, who was a fresh migrant and who had never worked with glass fiber before and was looking forward to the challenge, he smiled and suggested wearing gloves and a filter mask. Working glass was a lot like working sharp adamantine, and inhallation of short fiber shards was a serious health hazard, as was getting stuck with sharp points while handling if the fiber breaks.

Waving behind him as the weaver set to work, he headed next to the kitchens and food stockpiles. He needed rocknut oil as a chemical feedstock.  He'd need to hit the metal stockpiles too. He hoped he could find some platinum there....and also that the others didn't think he was mooding again.  He'd already done that once before in what seemed like a lifetime ago.. in the old fortress.. before it exploded.  Mooding was really stressful. He was glad it was like catching chicenpox, in that it only happens once.

This was gonna take awhile.

[Oliolli]

Oliolli followed the tracks. He had already moved approximately 20 miles when he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. Spinning around, sword and hammer ready, he saw Gizogin (or perhaps the Mk. X) coming out of the bushes.
"Giz!"
"Gizogin? What are you doing here?"
"I... I was bored, saw you leaving somewhere and figured I could follow. I hope you don't mind."
"This'll probably be a combat mission. I'll admit, I don't know about your combat skills, but you are too valuable to the fort to get killed like that. You should retrn to the fort."
"Or he could stay with us and patch us up once we get battered."
"Nah, I'll just go."
With that, the Mk. X left to return to the fort. Oliolli turned and started following the tracks again. Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon, where it seemed like it was raining, even flashes of lightning could be seen, and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard.

[WillowLuman]

It was many hours later. While he was an astral projection, bodily demands had felt very muted. However, getting a new body brought back the muscle memory, feeling like it had never left; except there was a problem. It was the wrong kind of body. After his sleep, HugoLuman had been ravenously hungry. Dragons, being carnivores, had very meat-oriented digestion, as he had found when the plump helmet roast came back up. Hours later, he had an even more unpleasant surprise in the bushes near the river (the fortress lavatory was just not going to work this way.) It was then that he decided he very much missed being a mammal. He kept all thoughts about it shielded from the others he had been mentally linked to.

The dragon clothes that had been prepared for him weren't doing too well. The pants seemed so far to be doing fine at least, which was the most important thing as far as he was concerned. The shirt had been horribly torn by the protrusions on his back, however, and he just wasn't going to wear that stuffed parrot or the eyepatch.

Back in the fort, HugoLuman discovered that Weird was beginning work on setting up a new lab. "Need any help?"

[Eric Blank]

It was complete!

A design for the pump stacks leading to the magma sea and cavern lake. While the pump connected to the enclosed lake was active the drawbridge and pump feeding into the lake from the wilderness would have to be open, but the pumps drawing straight from the magma sea would have their own inlet complete with a drawbridge system to cut off flow. The magma here was very felsic, viscous, and wrought with dissolved gasses that posed a serious threat to the machinery, so it would be decompressed in a tower leading to a vent on the surface - another weak point in the design to be covered with a drawbridge when under siege and a serious health hazard should the winds blow the wrong way, which it never seemed to. Eric had a vague recollection of a community game he'd participated in so many years ago; years before he'd awoken at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by nigh-complete strangers. That game took place in the world of Aluonra, or "The Windy World." This was a very windy forest indeed, but it wasn't in The Windy World.

Here, in under a week after embark, he was about to make the first designations that would make or break their future. The mountainhomes had provided a workforce, the earth itself, the body and soul of this monolithic monument to their ingenuity. The pump stacks would rise from the ground at opposite ends of the structure on the East and West sides. They would pour over the walls that would be erected next into a 55x55x50 tile, or 165mx165mx150m, hollow. They outer 33 meters on every side of every level, excluding the three stories nearest the ground, would house various ballistae, marksdwarves, and any new weapons or automations that could be designed. The center of the structure wouldn't be hollowed out until he actually had a plan for it, but for now this fortress would present an enormous tower of death to any invading armies.

Today, he and a dozen of the stoutest dwarves would strike the earth!