Hoooly crap, that list of the dead. What in the hell happened?
I have no idea. We are lacking the reports. It's almost as if more time passed than was physically possible. The death is inexplicable and ever-present. Maybe it's the pygmies. Maybe it's the frost spirits, slowly poisoning us with their blessings.
The blessings will continue.
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the horde above We snuffed out any hope of escape after we installed the surface keep. One way in, one way out. Keeps things simple, safe, but we're always feeling like a small dog backed into a dead-end alley like this. Such is the life of a dwarf.
Some expansion has occurred, certainly.
A masonry was designed in the middle floors, between caverns 1 and 2, designed for access from above and below.
It was noted that SOMEONE sold or killed or otherwise absconded with my beautiful, hand-raised flock of psuedodragons. When I find out who did this I will personally chain you to a waterbuffalo before letting it loose in the third cavern layer.
Do you know what lives in the third cavern layer? Fool! I warmed those eggs in my sweater for three months!
Instead of those wonderful little firebreathers, we're left with dozens of furry bastards, otherwise known as puppies. Much less exciting, though I suppose they are pretty cute. I know - we'll stick 'em in a cage near the ticket booths for marketing purposes. Brilliant.
While we were under siege, we kept the inner gate open so as to access the blueberry fields so nicely dug into the surface soil, within our keep. This was fairly safe, we thought, but little did we know that they had brought flying wyrvens to accost us.
Poor Nutu was peppered with sharp stones from a flying, mounted slinger, before being vivisected by this strange beast, who also appeared out of the blue:
The gate was closed, but not before four more dwarves sprinted outside, desperate for blueberries. or something. Turned on by the scent of fresh blood, the other wyrvens and strange invaders began to climb the walls .
Things are going just swimmingly as our mayor claims yet another re-election.
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What should we do with all this copper? my god!
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OOC: a paired group of Giant Bluejays and Fire Imps proved deadly for my FPS. we went from 120 to 60 . thanks you pathfinding flyers you