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To arms! Death to all friends of nature!

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Let peace return, we've humiliated them enough.

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Total Members Voted: 48

[Reudh]

Hey, he might get lucky. Not like I'll be sending his guys out alone. I'm not a complete ass.

So I'm supposed to feel better because you're not stacking the deck against my character's survival quite as much as you could? :V  You're still taking steps to ensure my character is more likely to die. I get that you stated in the OP that our dorfs will die and you won't try to cloister named dwarves like most succession forts, but specifically putting a dorf in a position to be killed disrespects the (admittedly-marginal in this case) effort put into establishing their character. If you still want to go through with this, I'll just suck it up and make a new character, but I'd rather that not have to happen.

I'm sorry to disrupt the thread, but I really think I should stand up for myself here. I don't think this is really important enough to clog up any more of the thread with, though, so I'll let Splint post his response (if any) and then if I still feel like bitching I'll do it in a PM (with his consent).

Jeeze Froggie, really? If your character dies, it's not hard to pull a Battlefailed and spawn a Mr Frog II with almost identical personalities. Andreus got away with it up to an insane point.

More to the point, it's a bloody game.

[Mr Frog]

Sorry Reudh, didn't mean to piss you off. I'll shut up for now.

[Tirion]

Journal of Tirion, 141

So much death. Horses, dwarves... goddamn goblins killing everything outside our walls. I didn't hope for a peaceful glade when I came here, but I thought our army could deal with invaders like it did back home. Some time ago I woke up to see I created the best goddamn cage I could dream of making... only to not remember how I made it, and to see I covered it in images of our dwarves getting slaughtered by greenskins. I made an artifact that's as depressing as magnificent, and I haven't learned a thing about carpentry from it. Working with wood just doesn't feel satisfying after that, you know.

But what could I do? I'm just a humble (OOC: what caste am I again?) civilian, with no skills in war at all. Enlisting would only earn me a pointless death. But if there are any projects to improve the fortress, I'll volunteer for it. In fact, I had a thought about corpse management I'll bring to Splint: we have a lot of corpses around here, we should see if there is any way to use them as a resource (OOC: is Ironbone and/or Bloodsteel still in? As for non-butcherable bodies, can we offer them at the temple of Armok to (sometimes) get bloody weapons/armour?) . If not, we should at least get rid of them, or throw them all in a safe, locked away place. I have heard too many stories of them rising in various ways and going on rampages.

[Monitor Lisard]

@Monitor Lisard:

Just occurred to me... should I try to involve your dorf in my dorf's journals? It seems odd for them not to at least mention each other, seeing as how they're siblings... Can't imagine they'd have much of a relationship, though, seeing as how Vectie's kind of a loner and Mr Frog's an uber-douche.

You can do as you wish. There's no need to mention her, but you can give your dwarfs opinion on his dull elder sis who's obsessed with large reptiles. 

[Mr Frog]

@Monitor Lisard:

Just occurred to me... should I try to involve your dorf in my dorf's journals? It seems odd for them not to at least mention each other, seeing as how they're siblings... Can't imagine they'd have much of a relationship, though, seeing as how Vectie's kind of a loner and Mr Frog's an uber-douche.

You can do as you wish. There's no need to mention her, but you can give your dwarfs opinion on his dull elder sis who's obsessed with large reptiles 

Acknowledged. Expect a colourfully-worded in-character description of just how lame Mr Frog thinks your character is* the next time I can think to fit it in. I might also have him pull a small prank on her as well (you can respond to this in-character if you like or just ignore it and keep doing your thing, I'm fine either way).

*DISCLAIMER: Views expressed by my dorf do not reflect my own

[Timeless Bob]

Please assign another Player's dwarf a specific bladed weapon and rename it "Highmax".  The story is, that for some reason or other the blade has become possessed of demonic intelligence: muttering to itself quietly in the middle of the night, shifting with a barely perceptible pulse in the hands of its new owner and most importantly, bonding to it's "owner's" soul.  For every foe that Souleater helps them slay, it will grow in power and force of will, attempting to possess it's bearer and drive him into a murderous berzerk frenzy.  Should they ever be slain, his soul will reside in the grip of the weapon, bound to the demon blade forever.  However, such will be the malevolent power of the demon within by that time, that it will devour the soul of any who attempt to take up the blade and the soul held captive in the grip will slip into the spiritual vacancy, to be "reborn" anew as a "walk in".

The Player's dwarf gets a cursed immortality and the blade becomes legendary in time from all who use it:  Win/win

(Incidentally, I will be playing the part of the demon blade myself.)

[Mr Frog]

Spoiler: Mr Frog's Super-Secret Diary -- DO NOT READ! (click to show/hide)

2 Moonstone 141
As of today, I'm officially authourised to stab the shit out of greenies, chaos-shitheads, and more! Yippee! We even have fancy leather armour and everything! All my pestering finally paid off! I can't wait to ram this rusty iron sword straight up some elf's wussy ass. I even got a special round mithril plate to show that I'm the guy in charge of these losers. I bet I could even use it as a shield if I wanted to!

Splint muttered something like "have fun with that, asshole," as he was leaving. I got pissed and threw the mithril thing at him, but I missed and it bounced off the wall and hit Udir right in the 'nads. Oops.

19 Moonstone 141
Oh. Oh by Armok. This is the funniest fucking thing I ever saw. One of the little mushroom guys jumped onto an adder man and's been punching the shit out of it for the past hour. We're all taking bets on how long it'll keep going before the critter-thing finally bites it.

UPDATE: I now owe Udir ten drinks and a foot massage. Specifically betting that it'd finish it off with a roundhouse kick to the groin might have been a bit dumb. I argued for like 30 minutes but, nope, gotta pay the piper. Damn.

28 Opal 141
Some loony made a fancy cage today! Oh, if only I were still a mere fortress guard instead of a proud member of the military. I love cages. They're what seperates the scum from the rest of society. Someone does something they shouldn't, thinks they have a leg up on you, you throw them in a cage and then, all of a sudden, they've got nothing over you, and you're the one in charge.

Wow, I think I just wrote something pretty deep! Gonna go read this to the bard's club. They'll love it.

2 Obsidian 141
The bard's club has absolutely no fucking taste in literature.

6 Granite 142
So it looks like Vector is whining for Splint to give her some kind of secret underground lizard-dungeon. Not sure what the lizard-loving weirdo would possibly want with something like that, but it's probably something strange. Ever since we were kids, she's always been hiding away in her room or wandering around in the woods looking for lizards or something like a fucking tree-humping elf. Not even Mom or Dad knew what she was getting up to half of the time. Maybe she was in a cult. Maybe she was seeing some human and trying to keep it a secret. She barely even sent letters after she left home; I didn't even know she'd gotten married until I came here and saw her with her kid. It pisses me off how she thinks she doesn't have to tell me anything.

And with that, I am finally up-to-date on my lame in-character commentary. Wooooo

Now that I've made an Udir-gets-hit-in-the-balls joke, the odds of him actually being female in-game have increased incalculably.

[Splint]

@ Mr Frog - You'll more than likely be deployed alongside The Caverns of Hatred which lowers your chance of a horrible death by a good bit. Unless of course, being more lightly armored, your squad doesn't just sprint ahead and get themselves skewered on pikes or something. Not actually gonna send you up against the bowgoblins. Like I said, I'm not quite that big of an asshole. But if I had to put my money on which squad will both A. Kill more enemies, and B. come out of the fight with everyone alive/unmangled or maimed, it's gonna be on The Caverns.

@ Timeless Bob - I can't exactly name a sword unless there's some script for it I don't know about.

[Reudh]

Sorry Reudh, didn't mean to piss you off. I'll shut up for now.

Eh, I'm not pissed off, at worst I was a little annoyed. Perhaps I was a bit too strong about it .

[Tirion]

So, Splint, is Ironbone and/or Bloodsteel still in? As for non-butcherable bodies, can we offer them at the temple of Armok to (sometimes) get bloody weapons/armour?

[Splint]

So, Splint, is Ironbone and/or Bloodsteel still in? As for non-butcherable bodies, can we offer them at the temple of Armok to (sometimes) get bloody weapons/armour?

Far as I know yes to both but that requires the workshops and space for which we don't have yet.

[Tirion]

So, Splint, is Ironbone and/or Bloodsteel still in? As for non-butcherable bodies, can we offer them at the temple of Armok to (sometimes) get bloody weapons/armour?

Far as I know yes to both but that requires the workshops and space for which we don't have yet.

If we have another carpenter, I volunteer as workforce for them. Turn me into an apostle of Armok if it's required for that. What caste am I anyway?

[Splint]

Not in a guild far as I know, but I'm at the dentist right now so I can't check. Also, we may need to research the lab to make that stuff in, I'm not sure.

[Monitor Lisard]

"From the diary of Vexxy the Crocodile:

"Today I wanted to take a look at my new place (or, as Splint calls it, the hunters lounge). And guess what? I managed to run into MY FUCKING BROTHER. Oh yeah, papa always told me that little scoundrel will end up in some bloody military outpost... Same for me actually. He's now taller than me, buff and has a bushy beard, and he still calls me Vector (He always wanted a brother instead of sister, didn't he?). I've heard that some legion guy rammed his shield right into Udir's crotch, but I didn't think it was Mr Froggie. Anyway, I'm kinda pleased to meet him, even though he was betting with that fat bitch Udir on how long the poor scaly tribal will stand against one of the plumpies (those fungy guys are getting even creepier). I heard that my brother had entered the Legion, but it appears they sacked him... For something? I don't really know. Whatever."

[Nidor]

Figured I have one more story detailing the arrival at the fort, meeting Splint, and getting assigned the task of getting hard metals. Then I can work on updates to the fort proper, and more into thoughts on current events.

Out of curiosity, is Nobgost the beast dissector dead from the liver thing? I saw the OP his name in the list of green, but don't recall if he died from it in the update posts.

Spoiler: Confessions of a 'Clergyman': Initiation (click to show/hide)

The next page in the thread bound journal seems be be made of stiffened cloth, an almost imperceptible image of a laughing face can be found on one of the corners

I can see our destination now, barely visible in the distance, thank the gods! Yes, I am aware of the humor of that statement coming from me, but every time our wagon hit a bump on the road after we entered this forest I have been asked to pray for our safety. Not to mention every time we sat down to eat, the gods don't give a crap about what you are eating! No one does! You wouldn't go door to door showing off a masterful engraving of your lunch would you? Well, unless it was a cheese I suppose, those are great, but still, gods have millions of followers, they don't have time for that crap.

During my practice sessions I have further secured my belief that the gods are not much different from nobles, in that as long as you look the part, and show the proper respect and lip service, they do not take a second glance at the person asking them a favor, eventually they will give in, if nothing else but to shut you up. The trick is to not become a pest, keep them from taking a close look at you, or they might see through the disguise.  I have not once heard the gods speak to me, yet I have succeeded nonetheless, and just in time!

I had heard that items can just poof into existence on a successful attempt, but I did not expect the fanfare! A burst of purple smoke and the quick evacuation from my tent drew some stares, and stares are dangerous in my profession. I grew worried when the farmer I had borrowed the book from marched to my tent and looked inside, but was both shocked and relieved when he came out with an armful of pigtail cloth and a sheepish look. I had no doubt he was on to me before that moment, but now he was too ashamed to look at my face. While I was loath to part with my first real possession earned by "legitimate" means, I felt it was more valuable to remove all doubt from the farmer's mind. I put on a lofty speech about the gods thanking him for aiding me, and offered him the cloth. He stammered a few words of thanks, and offered to treat some of it with bloated tuber starch so that I could continue my journal. I accepted, and returned his prayer book, I don't think I will be needing it any more.