Well folks, I tried.
20 Sandstone:
I came to the fortress of Whimcrafted expecting a thriving settlement... Oh, I had no illusions that it wouldn't be troubled, like all new fortresses are, but I expected to find some mass of happy and healthy dwarves in spite of this.
What I discovered was a charnel house. There were more children than adults among the mass of them, and all but one of the adults were greviously wounded -- Mebil, the last, crazed survivor frantically gathering the webs of some hideous creature that had been the death of the fortress. Setting the rest of my party to attend to the dead and the dying, I myself decided to speak with him... it seemed that he had been the one to kill the creature, but had become obsessed with it since. I left him to creating silk from the cast-off slag of that abomination.
Despite knowing nothing about medicine, I've declared myself in charge of tending to the wounded. I doubt any of them will make it.
10 Timber: Our new party has declared me mayor of this place. Seems fitting.
15 Timber: Traders have arrived. Hopefully, we'll be able to scrape together the sense to trade with them
17 Timber: A beast appeared in the depths... I hope it cannot reach us or we'll have to rely on that web-collecting lunatic.
22 Timber: I can see the beast -- Thol, the Deep Abyss. It howls from a ledge overlooking the wreckage of Whimcrafted's depths, but cannot seem to reach us for now. The thing seems to be made of vomit, so if there's a crossbow somewhere in this mess...
24 Timber: while scavanging for a weapon, a kobold ambush set upon our depot, traders and all. My arm was hurt in the exchange, so I'm headed to the same hospital as the former defenders of Whimcrafted.
26 Timber: Thol has reached us... his webs litter the floor and entangle our remaining soldiers. I fear we may not survive.
10 Moonstone: All our hopes now lie on a chick. A baby rooster that is the only creature to last for long in a fight against Thol, now known as Thol Heartmine. It has the creature trapped in the Hospital, but I fear no one shall get in to slay it.
1 Opal: There are only four of us left -- two adults and two children, all dying I begged the traders to take me with them, but they said that with the fractured, dented arm I acquired, they couldn't afford to, and left me lying on the surface. At this rate, we'll die of thirst before Thol finishes us denying us even a glorious death.
22 Opal: I'm dying here... the liasion stands over me, refusing to bring me water or food or take me from this place. This will be my last entry...
Okay everybody... one of the recruits just outside the "hospital" seems immune to thirst. otherwise, we're all going to dehydrate. The FB is blindly spraying web everywhere and not finishing off the last living things in Whimcrafted, but we have no Dwarfpower at all -- the one remaining adult is out of comission, permanently even if not dead. We beat up the FB real good, though that chick may have done more damage than the military, fracturing 5 parts while the military broke 4. In fact, I think part of the problem may be the inability of that silk-spewing abomination to move because the chick fractured all its legs/feet. Said chick, a former pet named Bembul Orderpaper, is still alive, and will almost certainly outlive all dwarves in Whimcrafted. Maybe some day, after wandering the depths for untold aeons, it will emerge changed by its experience, a new Forgotten Beast raging against the masters that abandoned it in its infancy.
I failed. I mean, I guess if that undrinking recruit lasts long enough for spring migrants, Whimcrafted would continue by forbidding everything in the depths and sealing them off, but since I grabbed the save on a whim and flopped, I don't feel the need to upload. I'll play to 1 granite and won't abandon, in case anyone wants
my mess.
Fake Edit:
Sucker finally healed enough to move. It didn;t kill Bembul though...
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