Welcome back friends to Bandithorses.
Autumn is upon us and with it, trading season, we've made some silver crafts ready for our trader friends to arrive, hopefully we can replenish our bunny supply that was sadly lost to the wave of titans we've been having over the years.
Aside from that, the bedrooms and the graveyard needs to be improved. It wasn't a difficult task, they were already half finished from last season.
Our foray into the deep has uncovered some weird monsters though:
Lord Armok Almighty, i hope we never have to fight any of those.
We also had another Artifact made:
This one is pretty cool i guess
In our down time, I've had Amaranth make sure some lavish meals, if nothing else they're very valuable to traders. I don't know how Amaranth feels about us literally giving away her food as opposed to eating it but, you know what they say, a cook can't poison you if you don't eat their food.
Oh no...
Immediately, our swordsdwarf Zutthan charged the hoard, slicing a path straight through the elvish turds, with Youngbab and the rest of our military following her. A young soldier I've nicknamed "coattails" was right behind Zutthan and continued to slaughter our enemies from behind Zuhhtan's coattails.
It turns out only those 2 were needed for Youngbab and Pickachu17 to advance and scatter their forces to the wind. After the slaughter of around 40 elves, only one lone human mercenary was left, with her army destroyed, her friends dead and certain death staring her up from 3 foot, she stood tall, proud and...
Died a horrible, violent death. 41 Elf deaths, 0 Dwarf deaths.
One of our dwarves was injured though, so he'll be taken care of, other then that, we seem to be doing well in our little war. And just in time for the traders to arrive! There was only one thing i asked from them, a shit ton of rabbits, obviously but there were several other creepy crawlies that they had for order, so i asked to bring some of them too. We bought a ton of food, some metal bars, steel weapons, some yak, and most importantly, a single Bun
I also put forward the order for our merciful and gracious
queen manager to be promoted to Baronhood. Three cheers for our new overlord
While this was going on, a few elves that we'd saved from the terrible fate of being an elf have requested citizenship into our glorious fort, how could i refuse?
Finale Tomorrow, Promise this time
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Topic: Ägashfamthut, "Bandithorses," Where we steal everything and die to caves (Read 64428 times)