An elven caravan arrived!
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1’s journal
As the elves got ever closer to our base, I prepared to send out the broker and ordered the dwarven haulers to stay on standby. This was when exodius1 sidled up to me and said “Dwarfy, we must do something about this pointy eared menace! They’re cannibals for goodness sake!”
To this there was only one response. “One, it is DwArfY. That’s right; I want you to speak in capitals. Second, what care I for what the elves eat? They only eat the war dead, so it encourages our troops to fight harder!
“Mhhhh…I’ve heard that drinking their blood passes on their immortality?” said exodius1
“Immortality? Why would I need that? I’ve already decided that I will live for ever, and I don’t need outside help”
“Right..yes…mmmm…They’re…in alliance with…errr…the humans?”
“WHAT??? SQUADS, ATTACK. LEAVE NONE OF THE SCUM ALIVE!!!”
Exodius1 grins wickedly and moves back into the crowd, whispering under his breath “That’ll teach those pointy eared bastards. I REALLY hate them.” Then, louder to his squad of crossbow men “Alright, lads, get in behind them. When they pass us we will open fire!”
Unable to contain my fury I ran to their rear and began to attack them. That’ll teach them to make unholy alliances against us!
Attacked from in front and behind, the cowards flee. The fools don’t even think to release the jaguar they are carrying on us.
I offered two elves to Armok that day, along with their foul steeds. Blood for the blood god!
Reg came out to gambol contentedly in the pools of blood. That alpaca is a sending from Armok himself!
5 months later and the only thing that happened was this
Wow…a mug.
That’s handy
I wasn’t intending to meet it.
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1’s journal.
The humans arrived today. The above message was given to me by a page boy who for some reason seemed to be afraid of giving it to me. I had more important things to worry about, however. Rounding up the troops, I decided to give them a pep talk. They seemed disturbed to be having to kill what they saw as taller, shaven versions of themselves. They were wrong, of course. For one, no dwarf would ever shave, even if it meant death. For another, their similar appearance to us is just a ruse to get our trust. The worst enemy is one you think your friend!
Anyway, I explained all this quite eloquently to them, if I do say so myself. There were some nods, and although some still looked uncertain, at least I had swayed them a bit. The humans must be annihilated!
Going over to them I said “WHAT DO WE DO WHEN TRAITOROUS HUMANS COME CALLING?”
Somewhere in the back of the ranks a voice called out timidly “Give them tea and biscuits?” Before being silenced roughly by those around him.
Glaring, I shouted “WE DO NOT GIVE THEM TEA AND BISCUITS. THEY ARE THE ENEMY, ALLYS OF THE GREEN GOBLIN HORDES, AND THEY MUST BE DESTROYED” In the silence after my outburst, I spoke quietly so they had to strain to hear “Our fathers, and our fathers fathers, and yes even their fathers, fought for a world without the threat of Goblins in the night, no matter the form they took. The green menace comes to us now, in disguise, and I for one will meet with my fathers in the halls of Armok, and they will be proud of me. My question for you today is WILL YOU BE WITH ME???”
As the last echo of my roar bounced around the courtyard, the soldiers all lifted their weapons into the air and, as one, cried “YES!!”
All in all, a rather successful outcome. By this point the Humans were nearly at our gates, wearing false grins and already trying to cry out their wares. I approached them with my men at my back and grinned at them. Even the most sturdy of the caravan guards faltered under that baring of teeth.
“ATTACK!!!”
We were ready, though exodius1, captain of the guard, tried to stop us from attacking. He seemed worried that we would anger them! Pah, it is we who should be feared. And we will be, by humans at least. Armok wants his blood, and these traitors are more full of it than a gobo
It was over quickly.
They haven’t tried to run yet. Fools!
An honourable mention to the horse who fought and died more bavely than the humans, even managing to stun an axelord.
We killed them all, bar one who I let go free to carry word of what happened here to the humans. Maybe now they will stop sending spies on us, though I doubt it. Destroying the other traitors had little effect. Well, more blood for Armok then.
Reg was there, as he so often is after bloodshed, and as he pranced through the blood of the enemy I had to admire him, so much like the wild and bloodthirsty me. The part of me that had mourned the death of the emus was long gone. I live to search for more blood. Armok will be appeased!!!
Reg gave his own offering.
Our brethren from the mountain homes arrived! I sold them useless trinkets and in return got steel armour. A good deal was made through the skills of mouseshy as the broker.
A presser has withdrawn from society and claimed a craftsdwarf workshop. He emerged later proudly clutching…
Well, pretty uneventful time so far, I’ll just sit down and drink some ale…wait, what?
Dead man walking.
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1’s journal.
The men, they gather. The chill air of winter wrapped around us and showed itself in the puffs of mist which drifted upwards. The goblins and trolls, they came to murder and kill. I remember smiling wickedly at the time. Let them try, I thought, hefting my hammer.
Bloodcurdling calls echoed into us. Trolls. They charged, and fell prey to the traps. Dumb beasts. Blue blood spurt in fountains, and we moved forward to put an end to their twitchings. Then we sat back, and waited. Always waiting.
Next. More trolls, more screams, more blood. More death. My hammer was like a feather to me, falling gracefully to end the life of a tusked troll. They were dead, we fell back. Waiting.
We heard the thump of boots outside. Hoarse voices bayed for blood, and we could wait no longer. Our ancient foe approached, and we ran to turn the blue blood on our weapons red.
Blood did indeed blossom from each of them, and we tramped their bodies into the earth. It was not enough however. In our pursuit of blood to appease Armok we lost a brave soul. May he forever drink and carouse in the Halls of Armok.
We killed and slaughtered, blade and hammer acting together to fell the foul beasts. They didn’t stand a chance. Breaking under our force, they turned and ran. Eager for blood, we follow. We dwarves have never been good at waiting.
The siege was broken. We live and endure. Armok got his offering of blood and we killed many of the enemy. We are now content, but mourning Bembul. Never before have we lost even one before their hoards.
The civvys leave the panictower. More on the tower later.
We lost another member of our fortress today. This time to an undefeated, save by necromancers, foe.
The loss of Bembul is still felt, even though his death is long weeks past. The dwarves suffer yet, and one of the deceased’s friends could not handle it anymore. He mustn't have drunk enough to forget Bembul, as is the custom when a dwarf dies.
Divine inspiration. This requires a craftsdwarf workshop, apparently.
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1’s journal.
The elves. They come again. Why don’t they stop? They are allied to the humans, so the captain of the Guard says. Can I trust him? He hates the elves anyway. It is too late, we are committed. Exodius1 has already gone with the troops, barely waiting for my approval. I am committed, so I bring my own troops too. But I begin to get suspicious of him. What are his motives? It is too late.
Exodius1’s crossbow troops “greet” the elves. I hang back with my trusted melee dwarves, waiting. We will wait here until the elves get closer, and then strike. As I hefted my hammer I tried to shake off the feeling I was being played as a fool. They are close. We charge. We kill. Despite myself I enjoyed myself, feeling the burn of my muscles rising and falling in tandem with my hammer. The elves look so much like humans, it gets easy to ignore the pointed ears and girlish shrieks. When it was done I stood in the field, seeing through a veil of enemy blood. Turning my back, I returned to the fortress with a newly blood-soaked Reg as exodius1 gloats over the bodies of his enemies. I still feel like I have done something wrong.
The strange mood finished and its result was:
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1’s journal
Alright then. All the excitement for the year is over. We have had a siege, caravans, the works. Time to relax and…you say what now???
Military, assemble. Exodius1, assemble the Guard. Everyone here? Good. ATTACK
The Guard gets there first and one of their members got tossed around. Then, the melee came. Ah, the battle! Blood flowed, and not ours, but that of the cretin ettin. All fought well, but the kill went to:
With a decisive blow to the left head.
Excerpt from Th4DwArfY1's journal.
They...came to tell me. What was it??? Oh yes. They say I am not fit to be overseer! Pah! So what if we need more blood? That isn't a problem. The way Exodius1 grins slyly at me when he hears the news!!! He must have known. He wants his job back, yes. That's it. Ha! He will be surprised to know I still have the power to choose a successor. I believe that BlackOctoberFox shall please Armok, as he first brought the fortress into being. May he bring much blood!!!
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Ok, that’s me done. Just a few pictures of what I’ve built.
First. My own tomb, where I should be put on death. Obviously.
First level.
Second level.
Third level.
Not quite done yet. I have left some notes (Shift + n) around the tomb to show what needs finished. There isn’t much, but I would appreciate the next person finishing it. The tomb was built on the highest bit of the map, and my preferences say I like states, so there are four statues in the towers. This is my favourite one.
The Queen herself had so much respect for me that she hauled rock to my tomb and helped in construction herself!
Next thing I made. Arms for archers at the front of the fortress.
Next. My room, situated near the project so I can wake up to gobbo screams.
Dining hall with built in waterfalls.
And, lastly, a panictower. Built for the civilians to hide in, it has workshops and a gate to seal it off from the rest of the fortress. In case of worst-case scenarios it has a farm at the top and a mass dormitory at the bottom
Dorm.
Entrance hall. Above it there are a few floors filled with workshops and a dining room, and then at the very top…
Anyway, here is the stocks menu...
Also, I am just guessing that it is BlackOctoberFoxes turn as...well, I'm last on the list
The save:
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=7918
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