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

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[wierd]

[Ok, This leaves "possessed X" as the remaining plot element other than the mutant generating crashsite outside. Gizogin needs to pay the thread a visit.]

[WillowLuman]

[Why would they be trying to kill him? I imagine that by now our dwarves are "completely unfazed by the bizarre and unusual." In fact, many of us are by most definitions freaks of nature by now.]

ninja'd

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

[Why would they be trying to kill him? I imagine that by now our dwarves are "completely unfazed by the bizarre and unusual." In fact, many of us are by most definitions freaks of nature by now.]

[While that may be true, none of the rest of you shift between forms at random, which the dwarves have only had experience with in werebeasts, who try to kill the fort, and that form-shifting mutant, which was also trying to kill everything.  Don't you dare try to argue your form change from human to spectre to dragon, because until events worked out to cause the change, it was permanent.  If you are going to argue the point about the dragons, don't forget that these dwarves traded with the dragons in the old fort.]

[WillowLuman]

[Well, I'm more referring to our neighbors, some of whom are quite horrifying. And Wierd, who's a Necromancer. And Roead. Necromancers and Mummies are usually threats, but Wierd and Roead are familiar, and Wierd helps people. Mita's been a faithful guardsman, for weeks even before the shape-shifting, and for months since. A miner, now deceased again, became a robot after becoming a table. And, from the Dwarve's perspective, a vast threat that once wiped out everything they knew goes by the same name as the dragon in their fortress.]

[Mrhappyface]

Location: South-Eastern Badlands
Time: 17:30


A spiny lizard scampered through the badland brush, looking for any crickets to satisfy its hunger. A sudden glint of light caught its eye, half obscured by the yucca. It plodded through the grass, the tiny half-thoughts of insect meals driven away by the curiosity.
The curiosity seemed to be a chunk of bronze metal, half buried beneath the red clay and sand. Its goal satisfied, the lizard turned away and fled after a dozing cricket. Its pursuit left a small puff of dislodged grains, but even that was enough to uncover the inscription stamped upon the metal:
Happy Face

[WillowLuman]

Location: South-Eastern Badlands
Time: 17:30


A spiny lizard scampered through the badland brush, looking for any crickets to satisfy its hunger. A sudden glint of light caught its eye, half obscured by the yucca. It plodded through the grass, the tiny half-thoughts of insect meals driven away by the curiosity.
The curiosity seemed to be a chunk of bronze metal, half buried beneath the red clay and sand. Its goal satisfied, the lizard turned away and fled after a dozing cricket. Its pursuit left a small puff of dislodged grains, but even that was enough to uncover the inscription stamped upon the metal:
Happy Face

We still need to write how you got away from Clockwork. Tonight's a good time I suppose.

[Mrhappyface]

Yup, I'm actually back after a long hiatus. Nice to be back in the game.

[Mrhappyface]

Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to escape the clockwork world with his skills. While Clockwerk did like to remain in his realm, his agents were constantly being dispatched to others. Finding an access portal wasn't that hard. The hard part was finding a cyrostasis pod to send through. But in the end, he was able to get through.

[WillowLuman]

Sorry. I was going to write something a little more involved, but I took too long to get to it. An access portal would be a very bad thing, as it would mean CW could get out. I was thinking he'd note the similarities between himself and you, then you'd get killed or kill yourself and respawn somewhere else.

[WillowLuman]

[Anyway, let's get this over with.]

It was truly the most relaxed day they'd had since... forever. No imminent threat, no work needed to keep the place up, just a warm fort tucked up inside all the snow, and nothing to do but enjoy all the good food. No presents other than the mysterious stone baubles, but they weren't necessary; to have this good food, finally something more familiar than the unspeakable raw cave shellfish slathered with mushroom alcohol jelly. And more importantly, to still be alive after all the insanity and horror of their time here (poignantly recalled by some eerie desserts).

Wierd cut the turkey, figuring he might as well take pride in his work after all the effort this feast had cost him. A wild turkey, even a superior-sized one such as this, leaves little behind when shared amongst about 30 people. Fortunately for HugoLuman, there was plenty to of other stuff to eat that didn't contain cellulose or other planty things. Even Roead stepped out of his sulk to complain about the noise, before promptly insisting on taking part in the party. Mita made sure to take some turkey and wine down to the General, though the tractioned dragon didn't seem too uplifted. Happily, when questioned on the events of last night, HugoLuman had managed to distract everyone by pointing out the mysterious bin of spiked eggnog that someone had left behind. Naturally, the dwarves took to the new form of drink like... well, like dwarves to drink. And, at the end, everyone even managed to not get too wild or make too much of a mess.


After 12 days, the howling wind finally stopped. Snow stopped falling, and, though still freezing cold, the sun shone through, albeit not fully. Still winter, but the storm was over, and a good thing too, the 3 kobolds, now mostly healed, had not been doing too well with cabin fever. Gizogin checked over the who had had a broken arm.

[WillowLuman]

[Alright, Gizogin doesn't really need to do anything with that, might as well move along. Get done anything you want to get done before Migrants arrive.]

"My Ithera, we've spotted a ship."

"All the way out here... another lost voyage, I presume."

"Should we intercept?"

"No. If they make landfall, Thari will deal with them... Actually, I wish to know their intent and origins. Send a welcoming party. No hostilities, not yet."

[Mrhappyface]

Mrhappyface harrumphed inside his bronze casket. He couldn't see anything inside, and was starting to get bored of making up characters for the novel he never wrote. A postmodernist surrealist comedic horror pornographic historical supernatural mystery one with a dash of sci-fi.
"Yes Mrs. Nesbitt, I would like some tea."
"No, George. Not hallucogenic tea!"
He started to giggle maniacally, shaking the pod harshly.

[WillowLuman]

[Where is the pod? We've got to think of an excuse for it to wind up opened. Also, thanks for saving me from quadruple post.]
[Shifting ahead even more, figuring we hadn't much to do that can't be retroactively covered, to what we've all been waiting for.]

The weather had improved considerably, though it was still awful. Though snow had fallen only infrequently and not nearly as heavily, it hadn't been melting and nearly every day there were driving winds from the sea that pushed the drifts around, undoing whatever work had been done to clear space around the entrance. Still, they had enough room to go outside, and enough need to post a watch again.

Mita came running in. Recently he and a couple of the dwarves had been getting into altercations, presumably due to cabin fever, so he had been assigned to most of watch shifts to get some fresh air. "Eric! Gizogin! Mr. Joykill! Hugo! Someone, just come take a look at this!"

In the temporarily clear weather, they could see, all the way over at the ocean's edge, a beached ship.

[WillowLuman]

[Alright, let's see if we can get this moving again. Do we pressgang everyone, or let those that will try to sail away? First let's go meet them.]

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

[Alright, let's see if we can get this moving again. Do we pressgang everyone, or let those that will try to sail away? First let's go meet them.]

[I don't care so much about the people, we just can't let them get away with the ship.  The mechanic should be getting out of the coma soon, so we can use his directions to rebuild it as an airship in order to allow easy contact with the Thari Tower inhabitants, the kobolds, the Something Awful Forums base ruins, and the cut-off omnicivilization outpost across the desert in order to have our total resources expanded, as well as being able to be used as plot advancement by allowing contact with the island break-off followers.]