Dead - Please submit request for redorf with new name
Lunardog
Faker
Kametec
Voicebook
Imic
Moony the Werepig
Alive
Dr Akko (Quasar) - harrowed werepig
Carch - Mad Scientist
Hydrangea - Lieutenant of Suicidal Justice Squad
Zan the Sworder - Captain of Suicidal Justice Squad
Noloc the Translator - Militia commander
Auze the Scholar - Guardian
Dozebom - mayor
Lord Brassroast -miner
Speciesunkn0wn - hammerer
Diggy (Sanctume) - miner
Killermartian - scarred peddler
SQman - Paladin
Yarf - weaponsmith
Bearskie
@Imic: You should read this update, you got murdered by Moony. Redorf?
We don't have dedicated mechanics and Yarn is the only smith, desperate times I'm sure you understand. How bout a gem cutter? Bonus - He's relatively sane!
Give me one more day, I'll finish by tomorrow (hopefully). Thanks.
RoomsoundedTosid Weaverrack feels the earth crunch under her boots. Or is it even earth? She looks down and goes pale as a skeletal finger wriggles free. The necromancer's tower of Roomsounded loomed ahead, a black pillar that jutted out and split the horizon into two. Stick to the plan, the voice echoed. Make it right. Regret flushed through her mind as she recalled the moment when she had been consumed by madness, when the guards had dragged her away and threw her into a dark cell deep within the mines. Three weeks of darkness and starvation she had endured, before a crack of light punctuated her solitude. Zan came to her with a proposal.
Perform your duty for Breakfastpit. Follow them to Roomsounded. Make it right. That was one option; the other was to face justice for her crimes. She shuddered involuntarily. She'd signed off on those justice orders before, she knew what it meant. Dwarven justice was not to rehabilitate, it was to punish. Those who survived it became broken and harrowed dwarves, and it was only a matter of time before they descended into insanity. No, dwarven justice was no option, but standing beneath the shadow of Roomsounded did not feel any better.
She found her voice quavering in the chilly wind. "I am- you know who I am. My name is Tosid Weaverracks, mayor of Breakfastpit. We have come to negotiate a surrender. Whatever your terms, we will endeavour to fulfil them. But no more attacks; we are tired and broken. No more attacks." She knew it was true, but the double doors of Roomsounded stood stoic as ever.
Brief moments pass as the wind whistled through the trees, only to die as it reached the tower. From within the forest she could make out lumbering shapes slowly closing in on her, in that shambling, menacing manner common to walking corpses. She was shaking by then; every instinct in her body, even the voices who had followed her from Breakfastpit, were screaming at her to run, were her feet not rooted to the ground like the trees itself.
But the doors of Roomsounded creaked open. Cloaked figures issued from the opening, each flanked by a gaggle of armed corpses. There really was no turning back now. She waited, and her breath caught in her throat as they eventually parted, revealing a low, hunched dwarf limping forward with a smile. A lopsided iron crown adorned his head. Onul Axeraw, first king of the Basic Gates, ageless immortal founder of necromancy, spreads his arms and speaks, "Welcome to our embrace, child."
"Now," growled Zan and dropped down from the door's overhang.
A split-second's confusion ensued before they fled Zan's whirling blade, who soon found himself duelling multiple zombies at the tower's base. Onul Axeraw was quickly ushered away from the tower by his disciples, when suddenly shadows in the tree-line morphed into dwarven soldiers, and the dwarves of Breakfastpit charged.
As the necromancers scattered and were chased down by the dwarves, some tried to disengage their zombies from the tower, but with backs turned they became easy slaughter for a trancing Zan. Without their usual advantage of numbers, what few zombies still remaining to defend their masters were culled down ruthlessly by the dwarves. Their war cries were biting with anger; these were all dwarves who were on the brink of madness, and they were hungering for vengeance.
Still they were not left unscathed; former mayor Tosid receives a mace to the ribcage while fleeing, and suffocates to death before Hydrangea beheads her aggressor. Reg Grooveattic scores a lucky axe-hit on the necromancer Cerol Roomgears, but his more experienced opponent retaliates by burying a spear through Reg's shoulder. Yet amidst the fracas of the battlefield, as Bomrek Riddledcloister brings her hammer down to crush King Onul Axeraw's skull, shattering the iron crown into a million pieces, the dwarves knew they had won the battle.
Roomsounded burned in flames that night. None survived the Incinerated Assaults. Breakfastpit will fear the dead no more.
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SIX YEARS
SIX YEARS OF INVASIONS
SIX YEARS OF NO FARMING
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