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[Maloy]

We were dispatched to stop monsters and bad people.
We thought command was warning us of grave dangers in the underground caverns, but they were devoid of all life.

We thought they were speaking of the hordes of the dead around the map and so we waged war, but now I see the truth.

When Muthkat was bitten by a weremoose he begged us to allow him to flee in exile. He was on his knees screaming with tears in his eyes that he would disappear and trouble no one ever.
I looked him in the eye and said "You know why we are here! We will stop monsters!" he was the first man we buried.

When Atis turned, having hid his wound, I killed him myself and when he wounded my own lover I visited her in the hospital. The guards waited outside and she knew what was coming. The mayor joined me after a few minutes of us mourning together.
"Face the wall, Lorbam. Think about a fond memory."
My girl glared at him "Will thinking warm thoughts change what is to happen? No, I'll stare you in the eyes as my death comes for me"

When we told command of our shortage of men they told us to build roads and statues of spider monkeys.

Almost everyone who died in this abysmal place died at our own hands. Infected and put down.

I sent squads of men across the countryside claiming hostile lands. Tombs, bandit forts, towers, monasteries, forests, and pits. Now, as I stand here in this dark fortress appointed as a baron of my people, I realize what command truly was trying to accomplish here.
Command told us to name our military "The Monsters" and I obeyed even though I was sure it was simply a misprint on the dispatch, but now I know what it meant.

I wear jagged armor of a bandit warlord.
I rule some of the vilest places on this surface world.
I command hundreds of zombies and the accursed intelligent undead, despite not being a necromancer.
We live in cave like dwellings and viciously kill our own.
We are the monsters. Command wanted us to know that in our effort to fight evil in this world how easy it was to become just as vile.

Our flag: The sheep easy animals led to and fro and often astray!
Our name "Horse" a vehicle to a destination: That being the truth of what we are


I am a leader of dwarves and a warrior with countless deaths to my name.
I am a monster and we must stop monsters.

I have issued a decree from my new dark fortress: All our settlements are to be abandoned and our acquisitions surrendered to the wilds.
Will my men obey me? The corruption of power and bitterness of war has already seeped into our beings, but I can at least trust that Freeze will obey and disband.

All that shall be left is a vacant network of an artificial cavern. Spider monkey statues at the end of a long road and underneath the snowy fields engravings of our histories and personalities only visible to those who would take the time to dig.

May all monsters and bad people be stopped. Gods be praised!




TL;DR
My son's commands of stopping monsters and bad people led to a ruthless ongoing war of destruction that often led to us killing our citizens as multiple werebeast plagues broke out.
Not a proper write up just a summary! Ended it with a dark fortress with 50 dwarves conquering it and still having around 200 goblin zombies there that are now incorporated. Lot of intelligent undead got incorporated into our civ too!

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16777

[Salmeuk]

Ended it with a dark fortress with 50 dwarves conquering it and still having around 200 goblin zombies there that are now incorporated. Lot of intelligent undead got incorporated into our civ too!

this could lead to further interesting scenarios down the line.. nicely done. thanks for playing!

[Donnerino]

Howdy. I'll pick up the save some time tomorrow!

[Donnerino]

I hate saying this, but another project picked up, and I no longer have the time I thought I had to do this. Sorry, skip me.

[delphonso]

I'm just hitting my stride in the job-hunt, so can pick up if I manage to finish Endedtreasure this week. Otherwise, chuck me on the list after whoever goes next, Sal!

[delphonso]

Grabbed the save.

Hadn't booted up DF since the SDL2 shift, so had some scares with Proton not firing off correctly, but everything is up and running now! Running insanely fast, at least for loading times. I loaded an autosave of Ochrelanced and it runs smoothly, but it had 65 dwarves and didn't run particularly poorly beforehand, so no ideas how much difference that has made.

Anyway! I'm on it! Just gotta figure out an idea of what to build.

[Salmeuk]

my body is ready. . . I plan to do further histories of the other two dwarven civs. or maybe a deep dive into the various big baddies. I've been distracted with the cult at reigngates

[delphonso]

      -Bedbugs-
The Journey to Make



Part 1: A Safe Place

The goal was simple.

Make a safe home. A nice inn, a pleasant respite in these desolate planes.

But the place. Of course. Must be anything but, in order to make one anew.



To the south: The ambitious Ochrelanced and its holdings. The new foothold of the Eternal Fortifications. To the north: Searchpage, the sacred temple where the Eternal Fortification sat and licked it wounds for those long decades. Everything in between: ravaged wilds, lousy with undead and goblins. The place of adventurers and violence. A place that would need somewhere safe to call home, even if just for a night.



We found ourselves a pleasant forest, our peacocks and camels in tow. Plenty of wood to build a inn, plenty of wild veg to claim as our own.

But it weren't our own, now was it.

It was the Forest's.

We dug down, as we always do, and began clearing space for the inn. It wasn't long before the Winged Ones arrived, and with them, the fury.



Conngimzanor, the Unbending, the Unbroken, wild and full of fire as any suitor's heart. She killed two with ease.

We rushed to take everything we could down below, but it wasn't long until the front gate was overwhelmed. Conngimzanor's Chosen swarming us as well, earning names from themselves written in dwarven blood.



Only Inod and I remain, survive. We have wood, and seed and food, but the pick is lost, and with it, much of our hope. What will be done next? Only I can decide.

Thus is the duty of those who outlast the dead. Thus is the duty of those who seek to claim comfort among the wilds.



Behold Erush, leader of Inod.

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Robbed of a roachwoman by Endedtreasure, I just wanted to make a nice kitchen, but I guess now I'm doing bird wave tactics.

Gods help me.

Note: I had a power outage for a day when I really could play - then yesterday was too busy to. Although the time limit is meant to be a week, I see the last few participants have taken 2. Therefore I am setting an arbitrary 10-day for myself.

[brewer bob]

I just wanted to make a nice kitchen, but I guess now I'm doing bird wave tactics.

Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

Also, Conngimzanor sounds like a quite menacing name until you read the translation.

[Salmeuk]

i had to imagine it went something like this: https://youtu.be/hplpQt424Ls?t=33

welp you've got yourself a story hahah . please take your time as always .

Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

How very posh sounding! We can advertise blood pudding, as well!

[King Zultan]

Bird people seem to be a massive hazard in this game recently as I don't remember hearing about them as much in older versions.

[delphonso]

     =Bedbugs=
 The Journey to Make

     Part 2: Things Even.

There will be no rest. There will be little comfort in these times.

There is only one goal: reclamation.

Do not rush, take stock of your resources, your surroundings. Your only advantage is the mind. Their advantages - time and fear.



Alcohol is secured. Our food will last us. The camels will not be so lucky.

The plan is simple, with what we have.



We force the birds down a narrow tunnel, their numbers and size counting for nothing. Fighting is suicide, we must use our cunning.

Inod carves mechanisms while the few logs remaining become cages.



I hear their squawking on the other side of the doors. I send Inod to tend to the peacocks, to not have him suffer such ridicule.



As quickly as these horrors beset us, just as quickly, the issue came to an end.



And yet, I suffer.

The voices and images of the dead haunt me every hour.



The work on a proper memorial to the fallen is built. Inod recovers the pickaxe and begins digging.

The carving of caskets must fall to me.

Seven alcoves.



Five filled.

I'd give anything to trade places.

No, to wish this life upon anyone is too cruel, even for the crestfallen.



Inod says there is still hope. That Bedbugs can rise again - a new respite from the horrors without and within.

Perhaps he is right.



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Bedbugs in all its claustrophobic glory!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

If I didn't already have wood and stone in the stockpiles, I'd have had to come up with a much more creative solution - luckily, this was a pretty straight forward fix, but Inod's mood is bad and Erush's is nearly at breaking point. The wounds are healed but the scars remain.

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Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

I'll need to do something with the 6 caged blackbirds.

My university actually used to have many redwinged blackbirds, who have a penchant for swooping people (they lay eggs on the ground and work as teams to frighten off/annoy any potential predators). Either just by luck or by being oblivious to swooping birds, I was never pestered by them whenever I went running on the trails, but everyone else on campus complained of them. Now I feel some of their fear.

please take your time as always .

Thanks Sal - it lines up well, come August I'll be heading out of town for a week and be without computer (and possibly even electricity).

Bird people seem to be a massive hazard in this game recently as I don't remember hearing about them as much in older versions.

Agitated wildlife really do add some excitement to the game, and I have to say - I absolutely love it.

[brewer bob]

Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

I'll need to do something with the 6 caged blackbirds.

This reminded me of something suddenly: I once had a fort which was constantly pestered by keas -- ok, I've had many of those forts, but this was special. I had two entries of which one was lined with cage traps and had kea bait, so each time the buggers came on the map, that entry was the only one open. After I had a bunch of keas in cages, I took them to a special chamber where the cages were hooked to levers. A dwarf was sent in and equipped with a specific, special sword made for only one purpose: to kill kea.

So, when the dwarf was in and the door was locked, the lever was pulled, the keas released and so began the massacring of kea.

I can't remember how many kea kills the sword had when I gave up on the fort, but I think it was in the hundreds.

[King Zultan]

Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

I'll need to do something with the 6 caged blackbirds.

This reminded me of something suddenly: I once had a fort which was constantly pestered by keas -- ok, I've had many of those forts, but this was special. I had two entries of which one was lined with cage traps and had kea bait, so each time the buggers came on the map, that entry was the only one open. After I had a bunch of keas in cages, I took them to a special chamber where the cages were hooked to levers. A dwarf was sent in and equipped with a specific, special sword made for only one purpose: to kill kea.

So, when the dwarf was in and the door was locked, the lever was pulled, the keas released and so began the massacring of kea.

I can't remember how many kea kills the sword had when I gave up on the fort, but I think it was in the hundreds.

That's pretty metal, stories like this are why I love this game.

[Salmeuk]

The carving of caskets must fall to me.

auspicious beginnings, indeed.

love those screenshots of the birds descended the tunnel. a black net of claw and beak, encircling the poor dwarves... creepy.

My university actually used to have many redwinged blackbirds, who have a penchant for swooping people (they lay eggs on the ground and work as teams to frighten off/annoy any potential predators). Either just by luck or by being oblivious to swooping birds, I was never pestered by them whenever I went running on the trails, but everyone else on campus complained of them. Now I feel some of their fear.

haha I've had crows do the same. petty bastards. I'd hate to meet dinosaurs for this very reason

Maybe you can have a kitchen specialized in giant red-winged blackbird roasts, eh?

I'll need to do something with the 6 caged blackbirds.

This reminded me of something suddenly: I once had a fort which was constantly pestered by keas -- ok, I've had many of those forts, but this was special. I had two entries of which one was lined with cage traps and had kea bait, so each time the buggers came on the map, that entry was the only one open. After I had a bunch of keas in cages, I took them to a special chamber where the cages were hooked to levers. A dwarf was sent in and equipped with a specific, special sword made for only one purpose: to kill kea.

So, when the dwarf was in and the door was locked, the lever was pulled, the keas released and so began the massacring of kea.

I can't remember how many kea kills the sword had when I gave up on the fort, but I think it was in the hundreds.

oh my god. amazing little story. brings a tear to my eye - keas were asking for it. and it almost defines a challenge, akin to Stalkmatches - fill the blade with the blood of the flying green rats!

now, wouldn't it have been ironic if those same keas stole that blade? and carried it back to their grand nest-fortresses, hoards of jewels and anvils and wheelbarrows and now this blade, the scourge of the Kea, rests amidst the trash and birdshit and woven branches and general chaos that I imagine these bird's homes to look like. Would the Kea recognize the blade for what it is, worship it . . ? Or would it just be another piece of junk to woo over kea ladies with?

the fact no one has made keas into a playable civilization is somewhat of a travesty. haha