So I started a new fort but with the Masterwork mod. What happened on the fourth (and technically the third) year was epic. I was compelled to write a short story about it.
In Arrowpool, the brave marksdwarves numbering some 20 dwarves spend the entirety of two years attempting to kill goblins scheduled for execution.
Unfortunately, said goblins were equipped with rusty iron armor, whereas the marksdwarves only had bone broadhead and piercing javelins. The goblins, initially numbering 8, was eventually whittled down to three. The final three goblins were the toughest nuts that the world of Everlasting Domains has ever seen. For every 100 javelins, only one hits them, without doing significant damage. The rest are blocked, dodged, or bounce harmlessly off their armor
Finally in the summer of year 304, one of goblins slips up and is hit on the hand, dropping his shield. The marksdwarves fell like hungry wolves on upon a fresh kill, raining bone javelins mercilessly on their victim. It took more than 30 javelins to finally seal his fate. It was fitting that one of his goblin buddies perished with him, failing to block several successive javelins.
The final goblin cried out in terrible agony as his comrades were torturously murdered, one by one, till their bodies became rotting skeletons in the execution chamber. He swore a great oath to steal all dwarven babies to prevent them from becoming the terrible monsters their parents were. The overseer of Arrowpool silently smiles and decrees that this goblin should die the most glorious death.
The execution chamber was sealed off and work commences outside the chamber door. War drakes were initially suggested to be part of the final combat, but the overseer overruled the dwarves; such lowly creatures have no part in the slaying of a heroic goblin warrior. The final execution will be done by all 30 of the militia, ten of which are hammerdwarves, the rest being marksdwarves.
The arena was prepared, and the militia readied for combat unlike any they had seen before. Orders were sent to pull the door lever of the execution chamber. Immediately, the goblin detects his glimmer of hope. Dodging and blocking all javelins, he quickly throws several successive punches to the first hammerdwarf to meet his vengeful fury. Several skulls were fractured, and four hammerdwarves lie on the floor, unconscious. Two elite markdwarves were struck down despite being geared in scaleplate. Moving like a divine wind, more than ten marksdwarves soon lay unconscious on the ground as the goblin delivered fitting justice to the murderers. Spotting his chance of escape through the access stairs, he ran up the stairs, but fell off said stairs dodging another attack. Luck had it that he landed outside the walls of the fortress, and he felt freedom for the first time in two years.
The sergeant of the elite marksdwarf squad stood upon the walls of the fortress. The cunning overseer knew that there was the chance that the goblin hero might overcome the militia. The sergeant drew his bead carefully as the goblin scrambled for his freedom. A mithril broadhead javelin flew unerringly to the mark, severing the right foot. Stumbling, the goblin desperately attempted to crawl away from the sergeant. Before he could even move two tiles, another javelin struck him, horrifically bisecting his body.
The overseer nods approvingly and turn away to carry out his recordkeeping duties. Such a legend has to be sung for the days to come.
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