I finally got an embark that twigs my muse. I played a few months into it and was having a pretty good time; two dwarves dead, one to an undead attack, the second because he'd been crippled in the first and decided to go out swinging after the rest of the dwarves were all neck-deep in ale when I needed a lever pulled. Then something happened.
From the hand of Bim Udibudiz
1st Granite 206:
Undead camels loitering around the wastes. Thusfar they've left us alone.
3rd Felsite 206:
Saw a flock of giant crows a few days ago. Say, is that them back again? No, no, can't be, the shapes are all wr...
Inside, inside no--
It was a flock of giant undead wrens. They swooped down onto us as we were building the walls.
Everyone save Eral made it inside and we barricaded the doors; we could hear the sheep squealing as they were torn apart.
There were hurried footsteps outside. I suppose Eral was eager to take his axe to the things. Or perhaps he didn't want to lose all that mutton; who knows with him?
A few minutes later we heard him dragging himself back in, breathing heavy and coughing. Said he'd got one, but we could hear more.
Eral was limping bad, and he'd lost his shield; his right thumb was right fucked up. Turned out later he'd broken a hip.
A group of 'em came down the hall, all rotting greasy feathers and bloody beaks. We piled them with our picks and took 'em down.
Mosus and Momuz accounted for one each, Asmel got two. Not without cost, though. Asmel, our farmer, and the only brewer worth a damn, had been torn to bits by the end of things. I set to work making a coffin.
Eral said he'd take over for her; he sounds absolutely miserable. Probably blaming himself for what happened, from what I can tell.
15th Felsite 206:
More undead camels joined the three survivors of the giant wrens. Eral's having a fit out in the corridor; his hip is still broken and we're too busy throwing up walls to get a hospital going.
16th Felsite 206:
Gods below, one of the camels came through the entrance tunnel, and we were too busy drinking to hear until it was too late!
Eral lured it away, crawling down into the workings while we barred the doors. I think Logem said that she was going down there as well, but she at least has her wood-axe.
//Logem: I heard Eral's shouting from all the way down in the workshops, sounded like the end of the whole damned world, yeah?
I suppose it was, for him. He was still in terrible shape; he'd had his hip shattered and his hands mangled scarce but two weeks ago, and must've been pulling himself along with one hand and swinging his axe with the other.
By the time I hit the scene he was dead in a pit--one of the ones we were going to build bridges over--all torn and battered. I didn't have a thing but the clothes on my back and my battered copper battleaxe, but...
Eral, that beautiful bastard, he'd been crippled and was halfway down the road to suicide, but he'd done a number on that zombie camel.
All of its legs were shredded, guts were trailing along behind it, and his axe was buried to the hilt in its chest.
What's a dwarf to do? I charged the bastard.
We traded blows--and ain't that a thought, fightin' all pretty-like with a sun-touched zombie? It got me a good'un on my axe arm, but when it tried to run I laid in right good, hacked into it left and right.
That was that then, dig? Fucker went down fast, thanks to Eral's work. I wanted to show my appreciation, right, so I stripped his armor and went looking for more zomels to kill.
That's what they're called now, alright? They're zomels. And I'm gonna fuck them up right good.
At this point I forgot that there was a shield on the uniform that she inherited from Eral, and that the shield was outside, past a small horde of undead. Dwarves being dwarves, she dropped her own copper axe, ignored the pile of armor right beside her, and ran for the shield. It was still early in the game, so my FPS was high enough that she died before I could repause. That's about when I ragequit and realized that I'd forgotten to save after Eral died. Or, in fact, at all, barring the starting save. FFFFF-
At least I have this false start to savor. Eral died like a champ, he almost killed that zombie camel before it got a lucky hit and knocked him into a pit, despite having a broken hip.
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