Well, I blew a chance to take some really fantastic screenshots.
I guess a short story will have to suffice.
So my fortress has been trucking along nicely for some time. Wave after wave of migrants has provided more than enough idlers who I turned into recruits. They've taken down a handful of thieving kobold scum and the odd aggressive animal but they had yet to truly test their mettle until this day.
A werezebra wanders in from the west, now we will know why we fear the night...
I sic all four squads on the abomination and start one-stepping to catch all of the action. Dwarves all across the fortress drop what they are doing and sprint for their gear. As the majority of my military prepares for combat, one ambitious dwarf has already started ambling up the cliffside toward the beast. It seems he was already prepared since he's always carrying that finely-crafted copper sword he's grown attached to.
The war cries from below tell the lone swordsdwarf that reinforcements will soon arrive but he's already pulled himself up and mounted the narrow plateau, locking eyes with this unearthly creature of the night. Separated by only a few scant yards, the two quickly close the gap and engage.
Like a dumb animal, the werezebra lashes out with tooth and nail against the swordsdwarf but months of combat drills have paid off. Each blow is deftly blocked or adroitly dodged and invariably punished with a swift counter attack. The werezebra, now bleeding from a half dozen minor wounds, bares his teeth in a menacing snarl. This foolish attempt at intimidation served only as an invitation for the swordsdwarf to perform the crudest form of dwarven dentistry.
With frightening celerity, the swordsdwarf drove the pommel of his sword straight into the toothy maw of this freak of nature. As the mass of solid copper crushed through the lower half of the lycanthrope's face, demolishing it, dozens of newly liberated teeth erupted from its mouth and shot in all directions.
(At this point there were over 30 teeth midair in every tile adjacent to the werezebra including those one z-level above! Superscript 2's everywhere! I missed these epic screenshots because I accidentally dropped my keyboard and the game unpaused
)
Stunned briefly by the staggering force of the blow, the monster never even saw the deathblow coming. A decisive strike to the leg hobbled the night creature, bringing it to its knees where it received a mortal strike to the head, crushing the skull through its brain.
It was just at this moment that the first of the other military dwarves finally began cresting the plateau, their eyes wide in amazement. They had met renowned warriors before when they chanced to visit The Chocolate Cake for a round of ale and storytelling but they never thought they'd see one of their own single-handedly best a werecreature. Yet here he was, a true home-grown hero in their midst, standing triumphant over the fallen abomination.
A little later, the body of the werezebra was dragged off to the refuse pile and his teeth, like scattered nuts shaken from a tree limb, were collected from the erstwhile battleground.
I think a statue menacing with spikes of werezebra teeth is in order.
Author
Topic: What's going on in your fort? (Read 5972867 times)