20th of Limestone
I traveled to the castle of Roastedlobsters, and told the soldiers and nobles there of my exploits in the past, and my quest for the future. After a night of drinking and revelry, I walked out of there with no less than twelve soldiers under my command. Together, we are the Legion of Light! No evils can stand before us, and we will fight until our last breath for all that is good!
Our first adventure together was delving into the abandoned fortress of Confusedship. It was reportedly taken over by my dark kin long ago. I sought to free it from their grasp. We stained the cramped halls of that fortress with their blood. The only resistance was put up by one of those horrid necromancer experiments. My men plundered many gems and finer weapons from the old stocks, and left with their bloodthirst quenched. There were a few books scattered about the place that told of the fortress' short history before being conquered, but it was of little note as the writer was amateurish at best. These dwarven scribes are nothing like the elven and goblin writers that I knew up north.
24th of Limestone
We knocked over the Dark Pits of Whimmenaced. Unlike the other places, everyone there was a soldier. The fighting was hard, and even though I was able to cut through them all in a bloody frenzy, my companions could not keep up the pace. Of our group, only Ustres was slain in the fighting. He was thrown into a deep hole by a troll. Ocda, one of our bowmen was crippled after getting stabbed in the foot. As harrowing as it was to be beset by so many enemies, all of us that lived through it are better warriors for the experience.
26th of Limestone
Our band discovered a refugee camp of goblins preparing to flee from their pits. Apparently an army of The Walled Dyes was on their way to snuff them out. I didn't think the dwarves had it in them! Well, I noticed some various artifacts amongst the fleeing nobility and told them to hand those over for safe keeping. They told me that I could pry it from their cold, dead hands. And so I did. There were many members of the nobility there, along with loads of human and goblin slaves. I don't know why they did it, but the slaves jumped at us in defense of their masters. It was just like two days ago, only now we had the sun and these weren't soldiers. Dozens, we slayed. We kept killing and killing, until we got exhausted, and then we killed some more.
There were
many nobles amongst them. I executed three high executioners, annihilated three barons, sent a chief fire warden to the burning pits of hell, and about six chamberlains and a prophet up to meet their weak gods. I terminated two governors, plundered two treasurers, steamrolled their road caretaker, and brought their justiciar and two judges to justice. I fed their two masters of beasts to the dogs, forced their master into the dirt, and took the head of their head of housekeeping. And now we rest, under the freezing sky of The Tundra of Heroes. Many of the adventurers that have come to The Museum have noted how terribly difficult it was to cross this wasteland. I shall take great care in my continued travels.
The Cardinal Visionary is a fungiwood amulet, all craftsmanship is of the highest quality. This object menaces with spikes of rutile and large rat bone.
Value: 3600
Musoera, "Wildnesshorns" is a copper scimitar, all craftsmanship is of the highest quality. It is decorated with wombat bone and menaces with spikes of diorite. On the item is an image of 'An Introduction To The Water Cycle' the granite-bound codex in troglodyte bone. It has slain one human while in service of a Dark One.
Value: 6960
28th of Limestone
At the southern edge of the tundra is a fortress called "Climaxringed," as my comrade Lokum explained. We traveled there to investigate, but were waylaid by a demon on the way there! It was a gigantic, winged slug that flew high into the sky before slamming down on Accok, our lasher and killing him instantly! As we fought, it crippled Uthral by biting and tearing off his right leg. Piral was the one who struck the killing blow with his mace, ending the ordeal. Lokum found an iron pick of dwarven design embedded in the beast's wings. None of us had used a pickaxe in our fighting, so this could only be a bad omen for the fate of the dwarves. A name engraved itself into our mind as the demon slug deflated and lost its fluids. "Burialash the Dead" was its name, and quite apt now.
29th of Limestone
I first visited the fortress known as "The Pit." There were rumors of some sort of corruption wiping it away, but there are still traces of what it used to be. A scarce few skeletons litter the site of where the fortress should be, including one dwarf skeleton surrounded by a pile of demonic ash. Perhaps it is good that this place was wiped out? As I was investigating, it began to rain a slurry of what was recognizably goblin blood. I have been bathed in it more times than I could count, but my men waver at the sight of the evil weather. Regardless, we must push on to Climaxringed and learn the fate of the dwarves.
We arrived at Climaxringed, or where it should've been. There was nothing here save for a wagon full of supplies and a few animal carcasses, preserved by the snow. Lokum noted that there were still digging implements and an anvil inside of the wagon. Whatever forced the expedition to flee came before they could get started. I took a couple of pine splints to help our injured. Its still up for debate on where that demon came from, though the men seem to think it must've fled whatever corruption came over The Pit. We're all eager to leave this frozen place before we also end up disappearing. (OOC: Imic, did you make this fortress just to pass a few years? There's literally nothing happening in legends besides things dying of old age!)
3rd of Sandstone
We've finally made it to The Realm of Silver. On the last stretch before reaching civilization again, we were ambushed by some dumb, skinless beast. It was distracted by my comrade for a moment before I pushed my sword through its head. Risas had heard stories about these things before, said it's a "bleak creature" and propogates much the same way that the Howling Freaks do up north. The thought of these coming out at night... At least it doesn't have the same nightmare inducing howl that's carried by the wind. Well, things don't seem so great over here. Parts of the nation are in a civil war, with The Constructive Fellowship attacking The League of Lunch. This is on top of the prevalent werebeast problem, which I have yet to come into contact with.
I had also just learned that two of my companions, Risas and Piral are married and have a daughter up north in The High Confederacies. I hope I am able to protect the both of them so that they can return home to see her.
5th of Sandstone
We've finally reached the city of Scarletbronze, where it is said the most of the transformations happened. But tonight it is dark, and I am tired. I'll continue my hunt tomorrow, with a belly full of wine roast.
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 475978 times)