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[Mrhappyface]

It was complete. The crucible of the nanomachine/poison mix was finished. Carefully filling the hollow tips of the bolts with the fluid, he started building up the tools of cyborg removal.
And not a moment too soon, as a meandering cyborg that wandered into the lab got 3 inches of steel through its throat. Then it seized up and shuddered as the nano virus began eating away at its implants and hardware while the neurotoxin its nervous system. In a matter of seconds, it was over.
Mrhappyface smiled at this results. Now, to get everyone else armed...

[wierd]

No, but dibs on her spellbooks.

A nice lesser magic is always a welcome addition, even if it does backfire horribly.

Wierd's hazard suit is made of nonflamable materials.

[Gizogin]

[Obsidianizing the fluffballs would definitely work, but I thought Zanzat-whatever (I'm bad with names, sorry) threw CH down the magma pump stack and destroyed it?  I'm sure there are other ways of getting magma up (heck, I could have the Mk. IX bucket-brigade it up; it's completely fire- and magma-proof), but until then, we can just reinforce the doors to the dining hall.  Airtight would be best.

In-story, assume I'm assembling a taskforce or something to deal with this.  Well, one of me is.  Corai is in it, as are a couple of random dwarves, likely family members of those who (by now have probably) burned to death in the dining hall.  We're gathering stuff to barricade the doors and make the dining hall airtight.  Without oxygen, there can't be any fire, which means the doors and stuff will last longer.

EDIT:  Also, Cog (the new arrival Cog, not the older one) might be able to help, but he's unconscious in the hospital right now.]

[Corai]

Corai wandered the halls, talking to himself and dead dwarves, he came across the new dining hall.


"Well, aint that dandy?" The kobold said, knocking on the doors.

"Wait, why are they latched?" He said, moving to pick the locks.


STOP, RIGHT, THERE KOBOLD. A dwarf said.


"Wha?" The kobold said, quickly drawing his uzi.

"Oh, a dwarf..."

[WillowLuman]

[Sorry to nitpick; only a quarter of the population is dead, and not even that. 50 casualties, 20 of which were the dwarves who were converted and 30 were their victims. Of those 20 only 3 survived, so it's more like 47 dead. That leaves us with about 150 dwarves, not counting forumites. MrHappyFace, all the cyborgs have been dealt with already. The 3 surving ones are detained somewhere in the fort. There aren't any loose ones to wander into... wherever you're working.

The magma pump stack already had many holes in it from that disaster which started the wildfire. It didn't take that much force for Clockwork Hugoli to reach the bottom. Basically, it was already destroyed.]

[Mrhappyface]

Well, poo. I throw the neurotoxin virus into Corai's room. It's shiny like liquid mercury, and shouldn't hurt him unless he tries to eat it.

[WillowLuman]

Speaking of books...

HugoLuman, not waiting for the busy Gizo X to discharge him, simply left the hospital, looking for Weird. Along the way he encountered Roead, sporting some new wrapping. "Heh, a little bird told me that not even you could light me now, lizard boy!"

Ignoring this remark, Hugo tapped on the door to Weird's lab with his claws (remembering how startled Weird had been when he burst in last time.) "Weird, are you busy right now? I'd like a word with you."

[Gizogin]

HugoLuman, not waiting for the busy Gizo X to discharge him, simply left the hospital, looking for Weird.

[Point of order: you don't know that the Gizogin in the hospital is the X.  I don't even know yet; I'm keeping them in a sort of Schrodinger's Gizogin situation.  Just me nitpicking.]

Gizogin led the dwarves he'd recruited back to the dining hall, to find Corai engaged in a heated row with one of the guard dwarves.  Apparently, Corai had tried to break into the dining hall, but the guard caught him in time.  How he had managed to get through the quarantine checkpoints and barricades was anyone's guess.

"Hey, Corai!" Gizogin yelled.  "Care to give me a hand?  We really need to seal up this dining hall, before all manner of fluffy hell breaks loose."

[Well, that's me done for the night.  See you all tomorrow.]

[Eric Blank]

No, but dibs on her spellbooks.

A nice lesser magic is always a welcome addition, even if it does backfire horribly.

Wierd's hazard suit is made of nonflamable materials.

[Actually with my mod they're born with the knowledge, but there are secret interactions for adventurers to pick it up and for the beholders of the secrets to attack you, so we can say she wrote a few books about battle-mage-dom in her short lifetime. The mountainhome is probably full of them. Both books and mages. And she may have a bunch on the community bookshelf (which has become progressively emptier as people keep stealing away with them and not returning them. We need a library and to impose fines on overdue books.)

So, if you developed that, you'd have:
1 basic fireball spell that instantly ignites the target if it isn't blocked/misses. DF fire physics can be ‼FUN‼ like that.
1 ice spike spell (courtesy of Gizogin, but I ended up using normal water instead of the material he provided, so no frostbite effect.)
1 lightning spell that knocks targets unconscious and paralyzes them for 5-10 turns. No projectile; it's implied it arcs between caster and target as electricity would. It offers no permanent damage to the target, though I had some trouble with it being triggered every time the target (like my adventurer) reloaded onto the game's memory like when coming out of fast travel. Ended up getting me killed because I'd be unconscious for 5-10 turns.
1 earthenware-bolt spell. Kinda like a stone spike, but I used ceramic earthenware as the material.
1 metal shard spell. Same as earthenware, but launches a short spike of steel almost like a crossbow bolt.

All of which have a 2-3 turn delay before they can be reused. The fireball is guaranteed fatal as it instantly ignites them and the lightning effectively removes the target from combat for a time, but the other three impart basic ballistic damage for their material.]

[Corai]

"I got nothing better to do, and tell this dwarf that kobolds arent just tiny things that get killed by cats before I shoot him, we can take cats. Just not dogs."


"And fluffy what? You mean fluffballs? The unkillable ones? Aaah, I remember those. I tamed a few for a kobold war-force. They killed everyone, heh. Good times."

[Gizogin]

[Okay, maybe I'm not quite done for tonight.  Just wanted to say, I'm surprised anyone remembers my Ice Spike spell.  The Spellbook thread sorta died a while back, and I figured everyone had forgotten about it.  It's nice to see that's not true.]

[wierd]

"Finally!" Weird breathed.  All 300 articulating body plates were completed.  He had to settle with aluminum bronze coatings instead of the 2025 alloy he had wanted. Clearly the fortress hadnlt quite gotten the electrical processing system going for heavy aluminum production yet, as the only bars in the fortress had been made from raw native aluminum. He had exhausted the whole supply cooking up the bronze, alloying heavily with copper to have enough for the task.  Glittering and brass coated, the plates gleamed beautifully in the wheelbarrow.

He wasn't gonna rest on his laurels though. So much more work to do!

He had salt... he needed some more reagents though, and he huffed and puffed (and ached) as he pushed the handcart around the fortress, a small mountain of materials piling up as he grabbed unclaimed items and raw materials.

A barrel of rocknut oil.
A mountain of teeth and bones for the phosphates...
Mopped up blood in a glass pot for making hydrocyanic acid in a sealed crucible...
A boulder of brimstone conveniently excavated from the now ruined pumpstack galleries..
Several empty glass pots
And much more.

Smiling to himself with grim determination, he pushed the cart down the halls, and through the door of his room.

Science always felt good.

In short order, a dozen or more vessels were on the burners, different refinement and extraction processes going in each, as the slow synthesis pathway from rocknut oil to PVC rubber progressed incrementally. Nitric acid reacted with brimstone nuggets, the gas burned in a reaction chamber, and the final product bubbled through distilled water in a glass barrel to synthesize sulfuric acid, itself to be used to turn the collected sea salts into hydrochloric acid for the next step in the plastic synthesis.

He had settled down to smash and calcinate the collected bones and teeth he had collected in the hall from crushed zombie kittens and kobolds when there was a knock on the door.

It was Hugo. The REAL hugo.

Glad for a little company, even if he was big and scaly, he put the porphyry down, and opened the door.

[Oliolli]

Out of 20 total cyber troopers created,
Killcount (approximate, really not sure.)
Corai: 3, 1 stabbed and 2 shot.
Zanz.: 5 in a flash
Splint: 1 piked
Ironblood: Several
Vemini: Several. One punched through the chest, hard enough to make his fist hurt a lot.
Eric: 1 pickaxed, probably more as well.

And one dismembered by Oliolli.
Oliolli chased the figure. Whoever it was, it was fast on it's legs. Oliolli had a hard time keeping up, and only managed to do so because of years worth of experience in running around in forests. Eventually the figure reached an opening deep in the forest. As Oliolli burst into the opening the figure stopped and turned to face Oliolli, holding a knife.
"You made a mistake coming here."
"Why were you watching the fort?"
"I do not care to tell you. Suffice to say that there are people interested in the events in that area."
"Given all that's been going on I really am not surprised."
"Turn back now and we will let you go. Do not return."
"...we?"
Oliolli suddenly realised that he was surrounded by about a dozen figures clad in similar clothes. They approached him, wielding knives and batons.
"Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."
As the figure Oliolli had been chasing counted down Oliolli readied his weapons. Upon reaching "One" all the figures attacked Oliolli simultaneously. Oliolli managed to stab one through the lung and smash another's face in with the slade hammer before a baton-wielding managed to knock him out.

[WillowLuman]

[@ Oliolli: Are they from the same people that sent the one that killed 2 of HappyFace's agents?]

"Okay weird, close the door. I don't want anyone to overhear. During that business at the tower, when I was without a physical presence, I managed through secret means to get a few of the books Thari had written back to the fort. Namely, books detailing the secrets of grafting, hybridisation, various herbal and magical healing techniques, and true resurrection. I had wanted to look into them for research purposes, and hide them from you since I feared you would destroy them. But now I believe that you are the only one who I can trust with this information."

[Oliolli]

[@ Oliolli: Are they from the same people that sent the one that killed 2 of HappyFace's agents?]

Not really sure... I do have some plans of my own for these guys.