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[Dinjoralo]

Thanks for dwarfing me, now I need to remember where my little side story thing was going.
EDIT: Nooo, Signavatar's down!

[tryrar]

when u can can u give a dorf list of all named dorfs still alive? I wanna see if my dorf is still around

[Silverlock]

when u can can u give a dorf list of all named dorfs still alive? I wanna see if my dorf is still around

You're still around and doing fine:

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Here is the complete roster at the moment:

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    Oh, and DevilEd, you have a note not to be redorfed as long as you are still zombified.  Well, you're not completely gone, but you do seem to be down to one caged undead arm (right lower arm, to be precise).  Let me know if you want another shot at life.


    I still haven't gotten to play much.  Not giving up, though -- I spit in the face of the Horrorfailed curse.  In the meantime, until I can get something useful up, here is the rest of what I already had written:


20 Limestone, 510, Lostdoor

   A month.  One month I have before I set off to Kozothungeg Nokzam Shash -- "Horrorfailed the Battle-Cannon of Hell" -- on a case of such import that I am required to speak of it to noone.  King Avuz himself awarded me this mission, having heard, no doubt, of my well-earned reputation for discretion and competence.  I had arrived at the governmental chamber doors when I was whisked aside by a well-dressed individual who revealed that he was an important government official -- Acting Assistant Deputy Secretary to the Secretary's Assistant of Acting Deputies or some sort.  This mook took me through a regular warren of passages to a secret entrance.  "All very hush-hush for our more . . . important guests," he said.  He even pronounced the ellipsis out loud: "Dot dot dot."  They had certainly disguised the entrance well; it looked a lot like a down-at-the-heels inn -- a real dump, the kind of place where they make mock prepared thrips sweetbread out of nearly-rotten earthworm tripe.  My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
   Anyway, Sir Pantywaist or whoever escorted me to the throne room, which was much smaller than the descriptions I have always read in the newstablets -- one small marble throne and a small water-filled trench running along the back wall.  The throne was occupied by a stout dwarf wearing a chert crown and a tatty, faded scarlet robe.  I always thought the king was a lot thinner and had a much more impressive beard, but I'm sure the pressures of the office weigh on him.  The official announced in a grand voice "His Majesty King Avuz graciously receives Inspector --"
   "Chief Inspector," I interjected.
   "Chief Inspector Silverlock.  Kneel."  This last was to me.
   I'm not generally the kneeling type, but my coffers are empty.  I haven't had a case since early Granite; times are tough for hard-boiled eggs like me. 
   Now I'm hungry again.
   Anyway, to cut to the chase, this is it: the Big One.  This is the case I have been waiting for all my career.  I have been hired by the king to go undercover at a place called, as I mentioned, "Horrorfailed the Battle-Cannon of Hell."  Nice.  Anyway, the king told me in his squeaky voice -- people have always told me he has a deep voice, but maybe he has had laryngitis -- that there was a plot afoot at Horrorfailed, and he needed someone "outside the political arena" to do a little poking around.  I can use my skills as a metalsmith to gain employment and blend in at the target locale. 
   The job pays well.  I get a nice room when I return, along with an aluminum coffin in a tomb: a real tomb, not some common grave!  How could I say no?  Do a little snooping around, wait for the signal to return, and then come home to report and be paid.  How bad could it be?



19 Sandstone, 510, Horrorfailed

   Great writhing tentacle demons!   How can a place such as this exist?  Blood, vomit, and various ichors are everywhere.  There are not one but two kinds of deadly goo that can kill you in a horrifying manner, and most of the residents don't seem to have all the wheels on their minecarts, if you get my drift.  There is ample evidence of goblins and kobolds nearby, not to mention ogres and trolls.   
   Undead are everywhere.  Corpses and skeletons of dwarves, gobbos, kobolds, animals of all types refuse to stay dead even after being hacked apart.  The warped creatures who live in this fort have trapped many of them, or in some cases their various pieces and parts: there is one cage containing a mostly-rotten head of an ex-dwarf that continually hurls itself by convulsions of its jaws at anyone who passes nearby.  Some of the residents have taken to feeding it bits of offal.  They have named it "Ritharorshar," which means "Weak, blue, and unmoving."  Har de har, guys.  Quite the bunch of cards here.
   Time to go into deep cover.  No more log entries unless absolutely necessary for a while.  Must establish my persona as a talented metalsmith.  It will feel good to get my hands back on some metal bars and see what I can make.  It has been too long.

[StLeibowitz]

I'm still alive? Wow. I thought for sure I'd have been zombified and rampaging through the farm level by now.

[Teneb]

I'll update the dwarf list later. Probably tomorrow.

[Silverlock]

Really, Mego?  Are you really this pathetically in need of attention?   



It isn't even just an engraving of an engraving.  It's an engraving by Mego of himself engraving an engraving.  If I put a mirror on the opposite wall I bet really would implode.

[RhymeNorReason]

It isn't even just an engraving of an engraving.  It's an engraving by Mego of himself engraving an engraving.  If I put a mirror on the opposite wall I bet really would implode.

Eh, I don't really see how that's a problem. We do that all the time.

Of course, that's assuming you meant reality. If you really did mean really, then I haven't a clue.

[tryrar]

Should have specified a breakdown of skills for me(been wondering how my spear trainings been going), but still cool that I've survived this long in a battlefailed saga(now that I've said that though I'm probably about to die horribly!)

[Eric Blank]

So I'm to suppose I was released from the confines of the well at some point?

[Mego]

Really, Mego?  Are you really this pathetically in need of attention?   



It isn't even just an engraving of an engraving.  It's an engraving by Mego of himself engraving an engraving.  If I put a mirror on the opposite wall I bet really would implode.

Err what? I was being a college student and not paying attention.

Oh. That's cool. And totally appropriate for me.

[Silverlock]

More dorfings done:

Thaddeus:

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Rhyme:

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Ashsaber:

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SignHere:

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Kaamen:

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Neotemplar:

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Tasrak:

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Sabretache:

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Helgoland:

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Balnash:

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I see I have missed Kirby, ShadowDragon, and NightmareBros.  I will try to get them worked in soon.

    In other news . . . boring.  Nothing much happening so far.  For some reason, Sabretache and Kaamen are running around outside trying to collect corpses or some such and then getting scared by the wilddeath (even though I have the Dwarves Ignore Bodies order set.  So I installed Overseer and took a picture of the watchtower:

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Also, this looks to have been a sordid affair:

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Boulderdimples?  The Gloss of Romance?  The Naughty Lashes? 
"Devoted husband" -- hmph.

[Helgoland]

Thanks for dorfing - what labors do I do?

[Silverlock]

Thanks for dorfing - what labors do I do?

Crossbow-making, Dressing Wounds, Feed Patients/Prisoners, Recovering Wounded, Farming  (Fields), Dyeing, Soap Making, Lye Making, Milling, Plant Gathering, Plant Processing, Cheese Making, Weaving, Glazing, Wax Working, Mechanics, Hauling, Cleaning. 

Apparently, you're a hippie.  Who makes crossbows.

[Helgoland]

"To hunt elves... you have to become like them. Learn their ways, their habits. Learn how they eat, sleep, live die. Learn how they think.
To hunt elves... you need to become an elf yourself."

(Could you train her up as a crossbow sniper? With her own masterwork crossbow, and silver arrows, so the elves stay dead when they have gone down.)

[Silverlock]

Things got less boring.  I'll be posting a summary soon. 

"To hunt elves... you have to become like them. Learn their ways, their habits. Learn how they eat, sleep, live die. Learn how they think.
To hunt elves... you need to become an elf yourself."

(Could you train her up as a crossbow sniper? With her own masterwork crossbow, and silver arrows, so the elves stay dead when they have gone down.)

Well, I would, but you're already dead.  For some reason, you went outside to pick a fight with a reindeer corpse and got your head smashed in.