Won't that be a bit sexist? Not to mention in Dwarf Fortress it seems women are even more dangerous than men.
Yes. It's not my morals, its the morals of a fictional character I am portraying.
And consider it a self imposed challenge it you will. I'll still flat out kill them in combat, but if they pass out and they're the last one, I'll leave them alone. As long as their injuries aren't severe enough that they'd die shortly anyway. Must be able to use their weapon and walk would be a criteria.
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Now I stand at the edge of a river. I had returned to town, to spread news of my glorious victory over the reprehensible bandits. Curiously I entered the same hut I'd first found. Inside was the same man, and group of people, all sitting in the same spots. These people are as sedentary as the Nacirema people. I ask the man, "Would you like to hear news of my exploits?"
He looks at me, then down at my pants, covered in blood. "At least you're wearing pants this time. Weirdo. Sure, hit me with your best shot."
I consider hitting him in the face, but then decide he was employing a verbal jab to rouse my anger. I say, "I have defeated the bandits south of here that you sent me to defeat. What glories would you bestow on me?"
He chuckled at me, "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually do that. That was just a hunter I knew. I owed her money. Way to go, you psycho."
Undeterred, I ask him, "Where else might I find glory in this place?"
"Eh, I don't know. There's necromancers and a shrine to a titan nearby. Go check them out." The man waved me off, and went back to staring vacantly into space.
Curious, and ugly people, these folks are.
Now we have come full circle, to my standing at the banks of a mighty river.
I dive in, and take a drink of the sweet, crisp water to sate my growing thirst. I start paddling across easily, having learned how to swim long ago. Halfway across, something brushes my foot...
OMIGOD IT'S A FRAKKING SHARKKILLITKILLIT!
I
scrambled out defensively backed out of the water, my weapons ready and my eyes alert to any disturbances in the water that might signal the return of the monstrous, armored beast that had attacked me. Nothing. Shaken but undeterred, I continue on to the shrine.
As the hunger grows in my belly, I come upon the shrine, hidden within the tangled undergrowth. I skulk forward, hoping to get a good look at this 'titan'.
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Sigh.
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After much searching, and finally some frustrated shouting and insulting gestures, I discover that no titan inhabits this place. Many skeletons litter the ground, but they are long since dead. Still, I find a nicely made iron breastplate to put on, even if I didn't get to fight a mighty beast. I decide that perhaps I should inspect this 'necromancer's tower instead. Perhaps it is more than just fanciful wives' tales.
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Dear god, I'm an idiot.
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Goddamn Spirit Cactus lied to me again! They weren't necromancers, they were old abandoned goblin fortresses! Completely inaccessible! Now I'm trapped out here in the middle of nowhere, and it's raining ice cold rain, and I have no idea where I am and...
Oh. Gods. Oh no.
I heard laughing.
Cackling.
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