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[Iapetus]

My fortress has just been attacked by a hydra.

After letting it chase my livestock back and forth across the trap array in my entrance a few times, I decided to set my military on it. 

While checking the combat logs, I noticed this:

The Hydra grabs the Dwarven Baby by the right lower arm with her right rear leg!
The Dwarven Baby punches the Hydra in the fourth head with her right hand, bruising the fat!


Dwarf Fortress: where even the babies will take on mythical monsters.


Edited to add:
Alas, the baby did not survive the fight, as the hydra decided to ignore all the other dwarves that were stabbing it in the lungs and hammering its limbs to pieces, and concentrated on what it must have considered the real threat, snapping the baby's arm before biting into her brain.

Farewell, Ducim Biggravel.  You were a true dwarf!  May you find peace alcohol served in the skulls of your enemies in the next world.

[Vercingetorix]

A personal favorite artifact was created today..."The Temple of Urges", a pig tail braies.  So appropriate.  Another classic created a year or two ago was "The Burn of Style", a gypsum figurine of an elf being killed by a dark horror in the region around 150 years ago; I guess the creator wanted to have a classy insult against the elves.  Other than that, progress on the gold tower continues and a mace lord was lost to old age. 

Kogan Mondulshorast has completed her 31st year as mayor of Hallhealer and a new mining project should reveal gems and hopefully the cassiterite dfprospector says is on the map.

[McDwarf]

I have dug down to the magma sea! Now I don't need to burn all the wood to power my forges.

Goblin ambushes are coming non-stop. My hallway of cage traps has so far been keeping my dwarves safe, but I am running out of cages. My current population: Goblins 111; Dwarves 80 (30 of which are children).
I had my dwarves push one of the goblins off a cliff in the caverns, but all that happen was the goblin landed on its lung and was otherwise fine.
Another goblin was thrown in a wild badger pit. Unfortunately, the badger doesn't seem to mind the goblin and is not getting enraged.

At the end of one of the ambushes, one of my dwarves was startled by a goblin thief. The goblin quickly ran away, but not before cleanly slashing off one of my dwarf's feet. I have a well equipped hospital set up so the dwarf heads to the hospital for treatment. Apparently my chief medical dwarf was busy because some unskilled dwarf diagnosed the patient: missing foot, requires crutch.

Another goblin thief was inturupted by one of my military dwarves. He couldn't run fast enough, so he tried running into a group of advancing pike wielding goblins. They fled when my dwarf caught up to the thief and started stabbing its feet with his steel spear. He then worked his way up the goblins body, poking holes until he got to the head and tore the brain. By then the goblin pikemen had fled the map.

Now I've gotten my first forgotten beast; Ngok, a huge eyeless butterfly. It has large mandibles and it undulates rhythmically. Its lavender exoskeleton is wrinkled. Beware its poisonous gas!
I have the cavern in which it appeared sealed off, but I left a rooster down there to keep an eye out for anything.
The rooster and Ngokdidn't get along and had a 6 page fight. The rooster managed to fracture and smash open the left first foot of the huge butterfly, before being strangled.
I don't know what effect the poisonous gas has, the combat report has the forgotten beast breathing clouds of boiling forgotten beast extract, but the only one ever caught in the burst of forgotten beast boiling extract is Ngok.
Now see seems to be hiding in the water in the caverns, waiting for its next victim.

[Eric Blank]

Damnable trogs just killed 6/7 of my fresh embark. The last dwarf is more than likely to go insane/get killed before the first migrant wave.

Nevermind, game crashed. Everybody's fine.

[thatkid]

Just had the most epic siege ever, made all the more awesome because this was playing at the time.

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Kivish hadn't been Militia Commander long. Why he had been chosen, he would never know. Far better dwarves had served before him, and far better dwarves would serve after he was gone. As far as he was concerned, his appointment was a cruel joke, played by the crazed mayor and his cronies. Just another in a line of insults he had been dealt, compounded now by the fact that they had chosen to lock down the fortress, hastening their stated goal of sealing themselves off from the surface, while he was still outside. And so it was that he, clad in a suit of copper and carrying his battleaxe and shield, crested a hill while wandering aimlessly to view the gory sight before him.
A swarm of goblins, disgusting things, cackled and shouted to each other as they chased a limping, bleeding elf about in circles. The trees and grass were drenched in blood, and nearby lay the mutilated corpses of several other merchants. A piteous wail went up from a nearby copse of trees and then fell silent as three goblin axeman cornered another merchant. Atop the opposite hill, silently watching the display astride an elkbird, was a lone, powerfully built goblin. Kivish's eyes narrowed. This was a siege. He didn't give a damn about the elves, but he certainly was not going to let this go on. Not on his watch.
Kivish lowered his battleaxe from where it was resting on his shoulder, let out a fell roar, and charged across the slick red grass. His copper shield slammed into the knee of one goblin, and the pommel of his axe came down on the back of another's head. And the elkbird was upon him. The last thing Kivish heard was the crack of a whip.

Word moved through the ranks quickly that someone by the upper well had seen their commander fall. Feb, the Slayer of the Violent Fangs, growled out a quick set of slurred orders, motioning for a passing peasant to lower the drawbridge, and then took up his spear, crutch, and shield before setting off towards the courtyard. Eighteen other dwarves, ten from the lower caverns, fell in behind him. As the dwarves stepped onto the bridge, the marauding goblins came into sight. And that was when all things fell into chaos. Feb took a step back, judging the distance between his men and the goblin bowmen; his men were not so cautious. Cursing his luck, Feb set his iron spear and charged down the ramps behind the others.
The dwarves quickly dispersed amongst the much larger force. Feb glanced about as he entered the fray, and chose his target: Amidst all the chaos, a lone goblin sat astride an elk bird. As Feb watched, the lasher cracked his whip, and Urist, who had just grown to adult-hood and joined the military mere days before, collapsed with a bright red line around his throat. The Slayer of the Violent Fangs snarled, and rushed forward. He never reached the elk bird or the lasher, a cry went up amongst the remaining goblins and the bastard wheeled his mount about and charged off, those goblins who could still stand hot on his heels. Feb came to a stop and slumped forward in the bloody grass, and quietly listened to the gurgling stream as he guarded the wounded from an ambush, waiting for the medics to arrive.

[Yoink]

From the journal of Deduk Crowedstake, Expedition leader of Nationbridges:

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1st of Opal, 271
Finally! NationBridges has a working metal industry! And we've only been here, oh, about a year!
Despite all the hardships, the war against the local eagle-folk tribe, several thieves and a few crazy dwarves, we did it! Now perhaps all the less-intelligent members of the fort will cease their endless complaining to me.
I always seem to be holding meetings consisting mostly of:
"Yes, I know, we have no dining tables apart from the one in my room! No, I do not care! I am organizing our metal industry!! Would you rather have a nice dining table for some ugly, arse-licking goblin, with a nice coating of dwarven guts, or a well-equipped, competent-- Well, well-equipped military to defend us?!"
"B-b-but my friend Datan went mad and died just before, s-so I'd really like a nice tabl--"
"Shut up and get out of my office before I have Lolor lop your arms off, just like Datan and Kulet!!"

Yes, it is a hard life beeing leader at Nationbridges. If only these fools would leave me alone, I'd be truly escatic!
Why, I have a lovely room in the tower-I've never minded heights- With a fine cabinet and chest, and I have plans to put in a beautiful crystal window overlooking the fort below. Perhaps letting these malcontents be the first to test the new equipment would cheer them up...? That, or at least keep those damned eaglefolk busy, may Zukthist haunt their every dream!
Hmm, I suppose once the metal industry is running smoothly I'll get a couple of wells made.
Pity my chambers are so far above-ground... Will have to enlist some peasants for a sort of bucket-brigade.
Young Stukos Sodtekkud, the liason is here with me as I write this, staring unsettlingly at me with her large green eyes, which bug out in a rather disturbing matter. Perhaps I should install a lock on my door. As much as I'm sure she enjoys learning of the day-to-day running of a fort from a true master, I sense her impatience. It smells faintly like fisher berries... Which reminds me to check on the above-ground farming project, I'm partial to fisher berries.
I'd better see what she wants, signing off, Deduk Thadatis, Expedition Leader of Solamsazir.

[Lost_Deep]

So, my first ever skirmish with the goblins. They ambushed a herbalist (who could be almost anyone in the fort, I have gather plants on most of my dwarves.) so I immediately told the civilians to run and hide and the military to get into gear.

In retrospect, I should have pulled the lever to close the gate first.

My military, which was two hammerdwarves, two marksdwarves, a speardwarf, and a swordsdwarf, took their toll. in the end, only two axegoblins and a speargoblin got to the squishy civilians. The military, of course, was a complete loss.

For about five minutes, there was complete chaos.

In the end? Lots of lives lost, including several legendary workers. One tantrum, did not last long; no spiral was generated. Miasma up and down the staircase. A wave of immigrants, and I realized that I had survived.

Now I just need to re-build the military, the lost workers, and get the brave/unlucky dwarfs buried.

Also, a ghost baby. Oh, boy...

[thatkid]

Don't put the ghost baby to rest. It will grow up and become a ghost child, and someday a ghost man.

In what may be the most depressing thing to happen in this fort, a militia captain just threw two successive tantrums, killing one of his pet war dogs while in the midst of each. He was then thrown into jail, where he threw ANOTHER tantrum, and killed his only remaining war dog. Friendless and petless, he fell into melancholy. The guard finally released him two years later, and he immediately rushed outside and jumped into the river where he promptly drowned.

[Yoink]

From the journal of Deduk Crowedstake, Expedition leader of Nationbridges:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1st of Opal, 271
Finally! NationBridges has a working metal industry! And we've only been here, oh, about a year!
Despite all the hardships, the war against the local eagle-folk tribe, several thieves and a few crazy dwarves, we did it! Now perhaps all the less-intelligent members of the fort will cease their endless complaining to me.
I always seem to be holding meetings consisting mostly of:
"Yes, I know, we have no dining tables apart from the one in my room! No, I do not care! I am organizing our metal industry!! Would you rather have a nice dining table for some ugly, arse-licking goblin, with a nice coating of dwarven guts, or a well-equipped, competent-- Well, well-equipped military to defend us?!"
"B-b-but my friend Datan went mad and died just before, s-so I'd really like a nice tabl--"
"Shut up and get out of my office before I have Lolor lop your arms off, just like Datan and Kulet!!"

Yes, it is a hard life beeing leader at Nationbridges. If only these fools would leave me alone, I'd be truly escatic!
Why, I have a lovely room in the tower-I've never minded heights- With a fine cabinet and chest, and I have plans to put in a beautiful crystal window overlooking the fort below. Perhaps letting these malcontents be the first to test the new equipment would cheer them up...? That, or at least keep those damned eaglefolk busy, may Zukthist haunt their every dream!
Hmm, I suppose once the metal industry is running smoothly I'll get a couple of wells made.
Pity my chambers are so far above-ground... Will have to enlist some peasants for a sort of bucket-brigade.
Young Stukos Sodtekkud, the liason is here with me as I write this, staring unsettlingly at me with her large green eyes, which bug out in a rather disturbing matter. Perhaps I should install a lock on my door. As much as I'm sure she enjoys learning of the day-to-day running of a fort from a true master, I sense her impatience. It smells faintly like fisher berries... Which reminds me to check on the above-ground farming project, I'm partial to fisher berries.
I'd better see what she wants, signing off, Deduk Thadatis, Expedition Leader of Solamsazir.

This fort, Nationbridges, is definitely my most successful one yet!
Especially my dwarves' happiness, almost everyone is escatic, apart from a few. The only unhappy moment, which resulted in a small tantrum spiral, was when some moron went insane because I forgot to get them the things the voices commanded them to get. :S
But I have metals being churned out now.
The only problem... I think goblins might be extinct in this world. *sigh* Oh well, there are still kobolds... And I'm sure I can find some ingenious way to find trouble.

[caknuck]

My bookkeeper went fey and produced an artifact with a very disturbing and filthy name: 

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Note the fact that it is menacing with spikes of four different materials and it DEPICTS THE SUFFERING OF HER GOD.

Äs sounds like she's the Lady Gaga of dorfs.

Not that I'm complaining about this. I was recently bemoaning the lack of a legendary armorsmith. But still... she kinda scares me now.

[NinjaBoot]

Preparing a nice tomb for my recently caved-in going-to-die-soon ex-Legendary Miner/Starting Medic!

[Yoink]

From the journal of Deduk Crowdedstake, Expedition Leader of Nationbridge.

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10th Hematite, 272
The spring brought with it two seperate caravans... The elves from Othetanemo, and a band of those ugly wuradi from Kura Erash. Nasty creatures. Was the first time I'd dealt with them... They sneered at our trade goods, scoffed at our rather-generous offers, and gathered up their things to leave. Thankfully I had accompanied the soldiers out to kill some kobolds after our food, and we taught them a lesson.
I killed one of their merchants with my axe, and a metalcrafter called Iton killed another. He seemed rather pleased, which is odd as he struck me as a rather quiet type. I like his hair... It looks almost like mine.
Anyway, most of the rest were fleeing like the vermin they are, apart from the bowman. He fired twice, hitting dear Urvad once in the shoulder, dropping him as he charged, and again in the guts as he writhed about.
I got him, of course, carved him open like one of those Cravasi the butcher's working on, but it was sadly too late for poor young Urvad, who died in agony on the ground. Was the first time I have felt any warmth to the foolish elves; despite their wood-brained idiocy, they're still preferable to those savages.

There were tears shed amongst the fort, as Urvad was well-liked, and some had the hide to suggest it was my fault for not yet having a hospital up-and-running! Worthless ingrates. Urvad died well, in defence of the fort, and besides; he wasn't much of a soldier anyway, refusing as he did to pick up an axe.
Still, the bastards are upsetting me, and my grand, lofty room doesn't seem quite so grand. I think perhaps I shall set up a water-supply system, as well as adding a few windows, even though my useless glazers tell me I cannot have crystal glass.

First, though, there is the Wuradi diplomat to be dealt with...
Dear young Stukos is still here, in her seat by my bed watching me write, as usual. I do not know why she is hesitant to return to the Mountainhome... Perhaps she's poorly treated there, unused to the luxury in which we at Solamsazir live?
Whatever the cause, she seems excited. "Kill the filthy thing, Deduk! Hack his head open with your axe!", she exclaims, her unsightly bug-eyes gleaming with anticipation.
It is such blood-lust that are precisely the reason I'm hesitant over what to do with the Wuradi. Perhaps she's right, and I should simply kill him... I don't know, it seems barbaric to me. I am thinking something more worthy of a noble, even an enemy one... Perhaps a large fall from the top of our magnificent tower?
Seems like an idea. I shall see what can be done. Signing out, Deduk Thadatis, Expedition Leader of Solamsazir.

I'm using DireForged mod, hence the Wuradi, Shellok, Cravasi etcetera. Still my best fort ever! I worked out metal and glass! Now for pumps, and maybe traps! No goblins about, sadly, but in light of recent events I think perhaps I can expect a Wuradi invasion...

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Finally designing a fortress rather than just building it. Currently carving out a hospital, dining hall and a barracks. Later, I'll design dorms for the peasants and a few rooms for nobles etcetera.

[Yoink]

It is such blood-lust that are precisely the reason I'm hesitant over what to do with the Wuradi. Perhaps she's right, and I should simply kill him... I don't know, it seems barbaric to me. I am thinking something more worthy of a noble, even an enemy one... Perhaps a large fall from the top of our magnificent tower?

Okay, read the bolded bit there. That was my evil plan to execute my annoying wuradi diplomat, who was seemingly stuck at my fort... So I got the manager to stand out on this narrow plank of wood sticking to one side of my tower, with a door at the end.
She runs through the door, it's locked, so mister Diplomat is stuck. I set a woodworker to deconstruct the piece of floor holding it on.
Now, I knew this idea was going to be !!FUN!!, and yes it was, two poor dwarves below got squashed and several injured. Whoops, didn't expect it to land there. Anway, the thing that confused me is, in the combat logs I see people getting engulfed in Magma?!
How did that happen? The diplomat punched through a few floors, but not THAT far. :?

[BodyGripper]

Hey dwarfs, just leave the seeds where they are and plant the ones that are closest to you!  I don't need you putting every damn one in a bag when you have a fort full of violent ghosts and rotting corpses to clean up!

Edit:  I just got a migrant named Kivish Fortressweakened.  Something tells me I should get rid of this guy NOW.