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[IronyOwl]

Carve some stone blocks.

[Cassandra]

Fourth Actions

[20] Armok himself blesses the fortress. For this round, failure is impossible. (Any roll lower than four is raised to four.)

[2 4] Rigoth would have failed, but Armok's blessing is on him. He chops trees. He gains four willow logs that need hauled.

[2 4] Urist would have failed to engage Urgof, but Armok's blessing is on him. Combat initiated!

Spoiler: Combat (click to show/hide)

[2+5] against [14+1-1]
[Miss!] Urist's sword swings harmlessly past the corpse.
[19-1] against [19+1]
[Miss!] Urgof's corpse misses. Apparently having only one eye DOES cause problems to a zombie.
[6+5] against [17+1-1]
[Miss!] Urist's sword swings harmlessly past the corpse. Again.
[15-1] against [3+1]
[3] Urgof's corpse kicks Urist's pelvis, bruising the skin, bruising the muscle, bruising the pride. Ow.

Urist passes out from the pain.

[1 4] Nadin would have failed EPICLY, but Armok's blessing is on him. He starts construction on a bunker near the wagon.

[6+1] (Again?) Calaro prepares to dodge his own, falling hammer... But he realizes that as he is already prepared, and everyone is glowing with green light, that he should instead test the limits of this blessing. He leaps up, catching the hammer in mid-air, and slams down into the ground. Somehow, he is even unhurt. Oh, wait. The zombie he used as a cushion might be why. Urgof's corpse has collapsed!

[5+1] Ūben starts digging for magma again. He doesn't find any, but what luck! He has discovered Adamantine. Praise be to the miner!

[5+1] Kivish starts work on a Craftsdwarf's Workshop, inside. What luck! It's not a masterpiece, but he does well anyway.

[6+1] Thanen cackles manically. He needs bone to build a crossbow, eh? What would be better for a dwarven crossbow, than a true dwarf! He stares at Kivish, with bloodied eyes.
Thanen has entered a fell mood.

[4+1] Tholtig makes some Gabbro Blocks. She makes eight. She does well.

No more Enemies.

[mesor]

Continue stone bunker, begin planning the guard tower to be built on top of the bunker.

[Spinal_Taper]

Make charcoal.

[Flying Dice]

"Ah, trusty Face-Smasher. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

Calaro stroke the hammer for a moment, as if in a trance. He shakes his head and tries to make a wooden training axe at the Carpenter's workshop, having heard a while back that they were somehow capable of felling trees.

[Caellath]

Redirect fell mood to Urgof's corpse. It looks like a dwarf, it is most certainly a dwarf.

[IronyOwl]

Build two craftsdwarf's workshops inside (the fort has an industrial area now, doesn't it?) using gabbro blocks.

[Mr.Zero]

Create more booze from whatever any plant thing i can find. If there is no still make one and proceed making booze.

[Phansom]

Waitlist, please.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Zefon Uvarfikod
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Soldier

Skill Level
4/20 Swordsdwarf
1/20 Dodging
1/20 Diplomacy
1/20 Trading

Stats
STR: 3
STA: 1
AGI: 1
INT: 2
CRE: 1
CHA: 2

Background
I never really cared to be a soldier.  To be honest, the idea repelled me, and I did everything I could to push it away.  But dwarves being dwarves, my parents threatened to send me to the god-forbidden satellite forts far from the mountainhomes.  The least I could do to maintain my independence was adopt the most undwarflike weapon, the sword -- a device for humans, whom I find quite fascinating.  Anyway, training went well, and instead of congratulating me, my accursed parents hitch me on a wagon and send me to a godforsaken swamp.  I hope you're happy Armok.

[CrimsonEon]

Defend from Thanen if he fails to redirect his mood

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Praise Meself!"

Dig the adamantine!

[Thecard]

Snore.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Praise Meself!"

Dig the adamantine!

((WAIT NO. IF YOU SCREW UP...))

[Cassandra]

Fifth Actions

[10] It's a rather plain day, now. Nothing special happens, and the blessing fades away.

[1] Nadin tries to finish his bunker, but he fails EPICLY. It comes crashing down on his head.
[2] He fails to move, and thus his arm is broken in the resulting collapse.

[5] Rigoth makes Charcoal with his logs. He does exceptionally well, the pyromaniac.

[3] Calaro strokes his trusty hammer, knowing it wouldn't possibly hurt him. Then he considers making a wooden axe. But no! He already has Face-Smasher, why would he make a wooden axe? He dismisses the idea.

[2] Tholtig stacks up several Gabbro blocks in the Industrial Area. She proudly calls this a workshop. The other dwarves are not amused.

[5] Thanen decides that the Brewer would probably kick his ass in some logic-breaking brewery defense. He looks elsewhere for a victim.

[5] Rijolf taps a barrel of *Sunshine*. He does exceptionally well, and manages to get DRUNK. That should be impossible for a dwarf, but he did it.

[6] (Oh Lord) Ūben starts mining like a dwarf possessed. What luck! He mines a good chunk of the rare metal, exposing the interior of the tube. He ignores the horrible screams coming out from it.

[5] Kivish looks threatening, like he is going to turn Thanen into booze if he even TRIES to turn him into a crossbow. It works.

[5] Urist snores. He does exceptionally well, and manages to forget about his recent bruised pride while he sleeps.

[?] Rekora mandates a fortress name.

ENEMIES!

Hell

[Spinal_Taper]

"Oh, by the power of pregnancy."
BUILD A WALL. SAVE THE FORT. DOESN'T MATTER IF UBEN IS TRAPPED.