It goes without saying that as shown last time the river in our spawn was beyond dangerous due to its inhabitants. However, I was surprised to learn that there were actually two rivers with a rather defensibly plain between them.
In the future I'd like to dig a moat between these two rivers and around the eventual fortress opening to defend against both the infamous fire and the infamous filth that seems to plague koopa civilization. I was also surprised to find that the 'rocky wasteland' we were promised had far more tall grass peaking out between the boulders than I would have expected, further necessitating the eventual moat.
The first matter of business was to begin building a ramp down into the plain and chopping down the pesky trees that were in the way. Quite honestly, I don't remember who wanted what profession, so everyone's getting assigned what needs to be done in the order that it needs to be done in. I also happened to look at everyone's stat's because I was interested, and I again remember how funny modded deities can become.
(I find it funny to think that painted turtles are close enough to koopas that they're okay with worshiping them.)
It also became clear that moving in right between the two rivers might not have been the best idea, because almost immediately the fish men in the river left their native banks to start angrily gesturing at the koopas from across the river. The poliwags, instead, decided that the koopas were new friends and left the river to greet them.
That, however, proved to be an awful decision, as they walked right into the war animals that were being brought to their new pasture. It didn't, however, go as one-sidedly as you would expect. One of the poliwags killed a goomba minion, and another maimed the hand of one of the rhydons. A Tilapia woman then got her teeth knocked in by one of the trolls who didn't appreciate that he now had to re-pasture all of the animals. Another tilapia man was killed, and a third eventually had their spine broken and was left to starve. A couple minutes later, it was also found that one of the rhydon had been knocked into a nearby pool and had sunk like the stone it was and drowned. Overall, not the best first day to christen the fort.
Underground, the start of the fort was being carved out. Eventually, the large room would function more as a great hall, but for now it would have to be the 'we need somewhere to put everything' spot.
Though, it seemed like the tilapia men didn't appreciate being kicked out of their hang out spot as they decided to march right across the koopa's new front line as if to say they didn't respect the boundary.
I decided it might be a good idea to start on cage traps early. The police car that had towed the wagon, however, decided that a more direct approach should be taken.
After the car literally drove right through the tilapia men, the deep stalkers moved in and stung the remaining tilapia men to death. It was at this point that I learned that deep stalkers were giant lizards with stingers on their tails. Huh. Ironically enough the deep stalkers seemed to have more of a sense of mercy, and let the fish men go after they'd been knocked unconcious. The poliwags also decided that they had something to be upset about, but their assualt proved to be less successful than the first time.
God fucking damn it, I had given the neon tetra men a pass because they hadn't been whining as much, turns out that was because they were busy robbing us. On top of that, the tilapia men had somehow pissed off the amphibious sea scorpions who were just hanging out into chasing them. Unsurprisingly, they were then led right back into the fort.
At this point I was seriously considering just making the deep stalkers the honorary police force of Modded Hell Two, they seem to be the only competent creatures here. Not only that, but they've already got their own car with which to run over the wildlife in. Not that it entirely mattered, the entrance already being covered in blood was just as symbolic as it was literal. Now, however was the perfect time to start erecting a tower over the entry hole in order to prevent future assailants from simply 'walking in'... It was found, to my disappointment, that the base was already off center.
This was one of the main benefits to bringing so many unskilled trolls, walls could be set up in almost no time with little to no loss in other fields. Though, after a few seconds of thinking about how to add useful bits to the tower later, I realized that there were two injured tilapia men just inside the planned walls. Let's see how they're doing.
Oh, so not good. How about a look at the amphibious scorpions on the other side of the river that one of the deep stalkers has been trying to assert dominance over for the past forever.
The deep stalker refused to kill that sea scorpion or his friend. Every time either wakes up from their pained unconsciousness the deep stalker would sting them right in the body and then wait for it to get up again. Honestly a lot more brutal of a spectacle than I was expecting. Though, it would have been more convenient if they were closer to home, because the Rhamphosuchus in the river decided that it wanted to eat our gogoat. Admittedly, the relatively small goat managed to poke out both of the prehistoric gharil's eyes and bruise its organs, but not before getting one of its legs reduced to shreds. Honestly, it's getting to the point where the water is proving just as deadly as the usual fire.
It took the death of another sea scorpion and the mauling of the last rhydon at the hands of a poliwag for the outer wall to be finished. No time to waste though, a roof had to be constructed for the place to be any kind of defensible. Honestly though, at this point the long arm of the law was the only thing keeping the fortress alive.
Hopefully we'll be able to get a kitchen done fast enough for road kill barbecue.
At this point, the last remaining Rhamphosuchus decided that borderline cannibalism was an easier thing to deal with than Johnny Law. Though, the larger caiman instead made the smaller gahril its meal in a pretty short amount of time.
I swear to god, for whatever reason the neon tetra men seem to be expert thieves. One of the imps got out the stepladder to get a goose out of a nearby tree, and as soon as he was up it one of the neon tetra men jumped out of the river and stole it from right under his feet. Now I've gotta cut the whole tree down.
Oh god, here we go...
, it's not even summer yet! Alright, break time, this seems like a next week problem.
Here's the kill feed, I'm going to bed.
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