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[Ancient Whale]

I would like to sign up as well.

[Savok]

Ryven is taking too long, so he's removed from the list, and Kirby 1928 said to remove him if Ryven took too long.

Lightning4, it is your turn.

[Lightning4]

Alright. I'll download now and start playing shortly!

[Lightning4]

There are many great beasts in this world... many great challenges. One man, living in Nedorbehal, would dedicate his life to these challenges! He dreams often of being the one who would best the giant predators of the land.
Armed with his preferred tool of the trade, a whip, he sets off to become a great and renowned hunter!
Woge Blazegod
Proficient Lasher - Skilled Armor User - Skilled Wrestler
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-7th Felsite, 1054-
My journey to put myself with the ranks of the great hunters of the land begins here in my home town, Ramulthomod. I should start up some conversation and inquire as to the location of something that would pose a challenge for a hunter such as I.
A guard I struck up a conversation with has told me the surrounding area holds leopards... perhaps one of these great cats will pose a thrilling challenge! I set off immediately! Though before I leave, the guard also tells me the area may  hold Jaguars. I will keep that in note, for they too would be a thrill to hunt.
-9th Felsite, 1054-
I have explored the region for a while. The great cats have remained elusive... but I have found a hippo! Surely felling such a great beast will earn me some praise!
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The journal ends here.
Apparently whips are only good for tickling hippos.

One dwarf would stand above the rest. One that would heed the call to be a commando. Armed with little but a crossbow and supreme wrestling skill, he would vow to vanquish all that would stand against the supreme might of Shinfeb!
Stukos Razoraura
Talented Marksdwarf - Proficient Wrestler - Ambusher
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-22nd of Felsite-
My training is complete. The dwarven elite have deemed me worthy of graduating. I am now a dwarven commando. For my first mission, I was told to seek the Queen, and ask what she may require of me. I am ready for anything! The capital is far to the south, so I shall set out now.
-23rd of Felsite-
Interesting. I have found a cave hidden in the hills on my journey. I will keep that in mind later, perhaps whatever task the Queen will ask of me may take me in there. The name certainly isn't welcoming... "The Legendary Angry Hell".
-25th of Felsite-
Found yet another cave on my trek to the capital. The name is also not as welcoming. "The Natural God-forsaken Heart of Subtleties".
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The journal ends here. Again.
This commando apparently slept through the tiger fighting class.
(I also somehow forgot I was using a crossbow. heh.)

After a short period, a messenger had found the badly mangled corpse of a fallen commando. A newly trained commando has been given the task of the previous, seek out the Queen and give her any service she may provide.
Dodok Rockwood
Talented Marksdwarf - Proficient Wrestler - Ambusher
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-10th of Hematite-
Hah. I got word some fool tried to beat a tiger to death his his crossbow. Unfortunately, it seems that fool had a mission, and now I have been sent on his mission. I know I will fair better than that idiot. I set off now to get my first task from the Queen. From my training fortress though, this is going to be a long trip. Not looking forward to it.
-18th of Hematite-
Bah. Pack of wolves. They will be crushed underneath my foot like the dirt they are!
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Yep. You guessed it. Wolves apparently don't like being called dirt.
I need to try some smarter combinations. This isn't working at all.

A scout soon happened upon the body of the recently fallen commando. The scout barely got away with his life. The Dwarven Commando squad has recieved word of this and has begun training their new recruits slightly differently. This is the tale of one of these new recruits.
Unib Pridesword
Adept Swordsdwarf - Proficient Wrestler
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-2nd Malachite-
Finally... I have graduated from the Improved Commando Training Program, at the top of my class no less! My skills with the sword were unmatched by any of my classmates. My first mission is simple and below a new commando such as I... I am to perform the duties of a simple scout. I do not argue that it is important to the nation that any threat be discovered and stamped out. I will set off on my mission now.
-3rd Malachite-
I have happened upon a cave to the north of my fortress... it is called the Scar of Groves. I'll sneak around inside and see what might lurk within.
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A pair of glowing eyes nearly happened upon me. This is a home for those petty thieves, the kobolds! I will stamp out their miserable existance... and make some nice coin for myself on the side!
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Apparently the cave was home to a kobold bowmaster. He didn't take too kindly to my presence. I didn't even get it's name!

The Commando Training Program of Shinfeb is coming under great criticism. Many recruits are dying to simple things that are but a petty nuisance to dwarfkind. The leaders of the board meet and have a heavy discussion. They will attempt one last batch of recruits... if they fail, the commando squad will be disbanded in disgrace, known only as a way of getting rid of excess dwarves. Datan Siegecastles was one of those last batch of recruits.
Proficient Swordsdwarf - Proficient Armor User - Shield User - Wrestler
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-16th of Hematite-
Bah! I will never forgive my parents for putting me in this damned Commando unit. Apparently they don't care about the horrible reputation they have! Recruits have been dying left and right to tigers, kobolds, and wolves... and what do they do? They put me into it and say it'll make me strong. If anything it's gonna make me a damned steaming corpse. The leaders of the unit say I have potential though. The best of my kind... if that can be called a compliment. I guess they mean I'll just die slower than the rest of them. I'm told to seek out the Queen for my first mission. No recruits have even survived this mission... talk about horrible training!
-19th of Hematite-
Well, I've done what no recruit before me managed to do. I actually killed a jaguar. I'm probably going to get promoted for doing something as simple as this.
-20th of Hematite-
I have made it to the capital alive. Remarkable. They even promoted me to full Commando level just for accomplishing this simple feat. I laughed to myself slightly. Now, let's see what the Queen has in store for me.
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Interesting. Some fellow named "Reg Helmslabor" was killed at a a ruin called Lengthslid, far to the south. Now I am tasked to do the job he failed to do... kill a human pikemaster. Sigh. I only nod to show I will accept the task... I do not know if I'll actually do it. Going there will certainly spell my death. If I fall, I want to bring this damned Commando Training Program with me. No more young dwarves will have to die needless deaths like my own. I suppose I should set off now. If I ignore this task, I'd probably be severely punished... probably at the mercy of the Hammer. I'd rather take death over being imprisioned in the lackluster jails of our nation, at the mercy of the Hammer.
-23rd of Hematite-
I have arrived at the ruin. My death awaits me here... but I will try to fight my damnest. I may not approve of my parents sending me to my death, but if I can help it, I will try to avoid it!
-
Already have I shattered many skeletons and cloven zombies apart. They keep pouring from the ruins towards me... I fight for my life. No sight of the pikemaster.
-
I remain in my position in the forest surrounding the ruin. No sense charging in like a fool to get ambushed and surrounded by those damnable skeletons. Instead, I let them come to me. Fortunately for me, undead are stupid.
-
with my dying breath... i curse that damn commando squad... why, my parents... why did you send me to my death?...
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One of the skeletons that came out killed that previous adventurer, so it seems it was pretty decently skilled. Once it wrestled me to the ground, it was all over... since about 4 others came out and started taking me apart.

The other recruits met similar fates. That was all it took to bring the Commando Squad to its knees. Funding was cut and the leaders of the squads were either completely exiled or stripped of their military rank for poor management. However, the leader would not take defeat this easily. He managed to convice random dwarves to be trained in secrecy to become commandos. Severed from the government, they swear to protect the dwarven nation regardless of what they may think. One recruit believed the Commando Squad could achieve glory again. His name is Erith Newcraft.
Talented Macedwarf - Talented Armor User - Novice Wrestler
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-7th of Galena-
The master has deemed me worthy of striking out on my own. I must avoid contact with the nation I have sworn to protect... lest they learn of the Squad's attempts to renew itself. I will set out to find a threat to my nation.
-8th of Galena-
I have located a cave nearby, called Strikecave...
-Argh... I've been badly wounded by a fire man inside the cave, but I got the beast. I must escape...
-9th of Galena-
I escaped safely, and soon stopped at a Commando outpost a distance away from a dwarven fortress. They tended to my wounds... and I set off towards a cave I have just arrived at, called "The Shadow of Love".
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Argh. More fire men. I am uninjured so I might explore further.
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A titan took great pleasure in folding me into a basketball shape. Sounded pretty brutal.

Disheartened, the leader of the Commandos cannot even persuade anyone to join his order anymore. All but his most dedicated "Elite" Commandos have left to rejoin the dwarven nation. He soon takes up his axe, along with his friends, to defend the Commando name to the last. This is the story of Cerol Helmstrike.
Talented Axedwarf - Shield User - Competent Armor User - Competent Wrestler
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-22nd of Galena-
I have had enough. I will prove to my nation that the Commando Squad will work. I will be aided by my remaining elites... my close friends. They were with the Commando squad from the beginning, and they have sworn they will be with it to the end. I have been told to meet them at the halls of Racedbust.
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I have located Iden Urnbusts, Zan Whipsteels, and Morul Wheeledtwist... commandos of Axe, Crossbow, and Sword. I'm told my remaining friend was chased away and is hiding out at nearby Raysbooks.
-23rd of Galena-
Fikod Tomenets, the other Axe commando, has joined me. Having located all my friends... we set off to the ultimate goal. We are going to vanquish the ruin the Queen sent one of our last commandos to. We will succeed where he failed.
-6th of Limestone-
We were ambushed by some wretched Ogres on our way to the ruin. Zan is horribly injured, and we thought he might not want to continue, but he soon comes around and wants to press on.
-9th of Limestone-
We have arrived at Lengthslid. A most saddening sight, we can still see the rotting corpse of the commando we had sent here. Vengeance will be ours!
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We fight with our lives. Morul sustains heavy injuries but the undead keep coming, and we keep striking them down. We make a stand right at the entrance to their wretched ruin... skeleton bones and zombified limbs flying every which way.
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Disaster. Fikod was beset by a skeleton... the foul thing bit him on the throat and tore it right out. He died a commando though, for with the last ounces of his strength, he shatted the fiend's body into a fine powder, before finally succumbing to his wounds. If we survive this, he will have a place of honor with us always.
-
A skeleton has tried to demoralize us by proclaiming its accomplishments. No, instead it filled us with rage... it is the slayer of Datan! I charge after the wretch while my comrades deal with a zombie.
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It has been destroyed, though due to no small effort from my friends... but the undead just... keep... coming...
-
Morul the sword commando is nowhere to be seen... we assume he has been seperated and ambushed by the fiends. It is just me, Zan the crossbow commando, and Iden, the remaining Axe commando... we are on the verge of exhaustion, bearing many wounds of our battle.
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The undead surround us. We will fight to the last.
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Sadly, one of the skeletons had the wise idea to strangle my throat. I quickly passed out and died. The marksdwarf was already pretty mangled up so he went down fast... and the last axedwarf took about 5 minutes to die despite being unconscious and having 9 skeletons beating the hell out of him.
We fought long and hard but this ruin is absolutely swamped with skeletons.
No idea where the hell Morul went. He got beat up pretty bad but I searched the entire gamelog, he did not die.
In other notes, that evil skeleton named "Datesuns" is still alive. He killed some adventurer some time ago, as well as two of my commandos on this adventure.

Just for fun: Going to make up a quick scout adventurer. I want to find out what became of Morul, and add a few more things to the legends area since this adventurer does not show up yet.
I feel the call of history. I am but an archaologist, but in these times, everyone who travels must carry a weapon, or have an armed escort. Having some handy skills at the hammer, I choose the former. The story of the Commando Squad fiasco intrigues me. I hear rumors that the leader and elites of this squad led a brave charge on the ruins that have troubled our nation in the past. They have never been heard from again.
My name is Reg Canyontoe, Archaologist and Historian.
Talented Hammerdwarf - Competent Armor User - Competent Wrestler - Competent Ambusher
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-21st of Limestone-
I set off on my journey to find out more of the Commando Squad. My first task is to stop at the capital and inquire the inhabitants about any of the surroundings, perhaps I will find some information I need. I had already poked around the guild halls in a few fortresses, and the abandoned campsites they used in their more recent times.
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*pull*
The Lion goes: RAWRGHCHOMPSHAKESHAKESHAKE
*pull*
The Dwarf goes: AUGH MY LEG AAAUGH IT'S EATING MY LEG
Unicorns are spawns of satan too, one kicked my ass out of stealth, making me get mauled by aforementioned lion.

Take two:
Same story, blah blah blah.
Same skills, with addition of novice shield user.
Name: Ezum Arrowstone
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-8th of Sandstone-
*copy and paste from previous message*
-15th of Sandstone-
I have arrived at the capital. Let's see what I might be able to learn here.
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Nothing interesting, time to set off for the ruins.
-19th of Sandstone-
I have reached this ruin. I will begin exploring... hopefully I can sneak past the undead that swamp these ruins.
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Aaagh! I've been spotted! I smash one apart but I am immediately sieged by at least ten of them. But as this happens my adrenaline rushes and I enter a martial trance. I injure a few more and run as fast I am capable, escaping this ruin. Night is falling anyway. I cannot seem to find what I want yet. I did succeed where the others failed, however, I have located the pikemaster. No way am I going up against him though, not with the legions of undead at his command.
-
I return shortly after. (oddly enough it is still the same day despite being daylight now) I devise a sneaky plan. I start fires at various shrubs and trees around the ruins in hope of accomplishing something.
-
Sure enough, a few skeletons are starting crack and burn in the heat... but so am I... I suffer quite a few burns, and the area is already quite hot... I will travel for now and let the area simmer down a bit, since it's quite inhospitable. Before I left, I did see the corpse of one of the axedwarf commandos. I didn't bother to check who it was, since the area was heavily patrolled by undead (I forgot to use look )
-22nd of Sandstone-
I return, the fires having burnt out. Not sure how much impact it had on the local undead population, but hopefully I have more working room.
Turns out the corpse belongs to Fikod, the Axedwarf Commando. His corpse was dragged into a muddy pool by the undead. This leaves yet two more axedwarves to discover, including the leader. The swordsdwarf and the marksdwarf also remain in an unknown location.
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Gah. I have been spotted. I now fight for my life as undead shamble towards me. Fortunately they are terribly slow and I can easily outrun the zombies... and skeletons don't move terribly fast when they're missing a leg! I've survived scratchless so far.
-
Getting tired. The undead just keep coming... I whack the legs off incoming skeletons and make a run for it. This place is a hellhole.
-23rd of Sandstone-
I return to the ruin... yet again. I'm starting to get annoyed. But I am persistant.
-
YAAAAGH! I have been discovered. EVERY skeleton and zombie is now chasing after me! I flee the ruins as fast as my short stubby legs can carry me... but paydirt. I pass a mudpool, and lying in it are three corpses. The Axedwarf Commando Leader, Cerol... and next to him, the Marksdwarf Zas, and the other Axedwarf, Iden.
-
Freedom! Despite being chased down by the entire legion of undead... I somehow managed to flee into the woods where the undead would not pursue me. I thought I was dead for sure. There is still a mystery though... what has happened to the last member of the Commando team? Morul's corpse has yet to be seen. My search of the exterior of the ruin is nearly complete... just leaving the interior of the ruins. I need a break though... but on a hunch, I decide to stop by the capital one more time, and then go to the fortress where Morul was last seen.
-25th of Sandstone-
I have arrived at the capital and find nothing of interest... so I set off for Racedbust... far to the north.
-8th of Timber-
A fairly long and uneventful journey has brought me to Racedbust. Let's see if I might find out what I need to know here.
-
After some searching, I turn up nothing. I think I will retire here for a short time and continue my studies within the safety of a fortress.
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Surprising that this is my only adventurer to survive this long. I'm surprised how well he did in the ruins, I might dust him off and have him clean up the rest. With some time and sneaking he could clean out the entire ruin... but by then all the corpse will have rotted. I think Morul survived but I'm not sure where he ended up.
Sadly, nothing I did here actually affected the legends screen yet. I don't think Morul killed any named creatures so I don't think he can earn himself a place there.
Really though. This ruin is thick with undead. I dunno about that place mentioned earlier, but damn this place has a lot of undead. When I was running I had no less than 40 undead on my tail, and at least 5 of them only two tiles away... it was quite interesting.

[ September 18, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]

[ September 18, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]

[Lightning4]

Probably might play a few more adventurers tonight then I will upload for the next person.

[Lightning4]

Ezum Arrowstone - Resumed
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-21st of Timber-
The dwarves of our nation are growing increasinly worried about the ruin, Lengthslids. I have related my stories about horrible undead, and narrowly escaping with my life. But now I am to return. I may have been a historian, but now I am more of a warrior than anything. This undead threat needs to be vanquished! I will travel to the capital, and seek the Queen. She will undoubtedly have me perform a task there as well.
-4th of Moonstone-
I have arrived at the capital. Sure enough, the Queen would have me kill the zombie pikemaster. I choose to go alone, employing my stealth and my agility to keep myself alive.
-7th of Moonstone-
Ahh, the fresh smell of corpses and ash in the air. This place is almost like a home to me now!
-
This time I plan on leaving with a tidy profit as well, so I swipe a few random goodies laying about with hopes of selling them for some improved gear... I am not certain but there may be a human town nearby.
-
After shattering some skeletons with ease, Datesuns stands before me. He claims to have killed some adventurer long ago... and was the slayer of three of the commando squad... including Cerol, their leader. This will be an interesting fight, but he is facing me alone... so I have the advantage!
-
I dance around the few cronies he has... and with but one swift blow of my hammer, the wretch explodes into shards of bone!
-
*pant* *pant* this is hard work alone. I smash apart countless skeletons, dance around zombies like they're standing still, but they keep coming... but finally, after obliterating a zombie, I have an opportunity to rest!
-
A skeletal mace lord! This should be interesti- *HURRK*
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Yeah... um, I'm kind of surprised too. I was doing so well then suddenly this bastard just beats me across the map like I'm a novice. And the ruins still have like 80 undead in them, including the zombie pikemaster, and likely another named undead somewhere.

For years I have dreamed of exploring the lands near Cadopesor, my nation, and earning myself riches and fame, but I lacked the training... I lacked the discipline. But now, my training is complete. I have trained long and hard with the fearsome weapons known as hammers, and now I will live out my dream! Though... my name has earned me a little ridicule. Most people think I'm a barbarian that is all muscle and no brain...
Name: Ab Strongclod
Proficient Hammerman - Proficient Armor User - Competent Wrestler - Novice Ambusher
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-20th of Moonstone-
Well, I'm going to seek the mayor of my town... perhaps he will have a task of me!
-
A minotaur? Sounds like an interesting challenge. I know little of the beasts but I've heard of far worse creatures. I set off now on my journey for fame!
I was inclined to beat the Mayor with my hammer a few times, since he was starting to condescend to me... bah. Once I have a title all this will be past me.
-21st of Moonstone-
I arrived at the cave and started looking around its depths. The minotaur wasted no time coming to me... I face off against it now!
-
With but a few swift blows of my hammer, the minotaur is reduced to a lump of mushy gore! I set off back towards the town to tell of my accomplishments... bringing the corpse since undoubtedly they will not believe me.
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A fucking gremlin killed me. What the hell. Some batman came out of nowhere to help it tear me apart as well. And yeah, before anyone mentions it, I wasn't carrying the corpse when I was actually attacked.

Okay, retry. Same story as above.
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Not even worth reporting. This guy started with base strength and had half the speed of the previous adventurer. He got mangled by a pack of three wolves.

Take three:
Name: Ketas Everdust
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-22nd of Opal-
Mayor wants me to kill an ettin... I suppose earning oneself treasure and rank is no easy feat, so I accept!
-23rd of Opal-
Damn... immediately when I enter the cave, I am attacked by two snakemen. Fortunately some swift strikes of my hammer cure me of my snake problem. Now to find myself an ettin...
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Found him... and he had friends. Didn't help at all that he broke my ankles.

Take four. Last try.
Name: Loge Stabman (I swear this did pop out of the RNG)
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-7th of Obsidian-
I grow tired of the town life... I seek adventure! I will go to the mayor today and see if there is anything he would ask of me.
-
Bah. There is nothing troubling my town. So, I shall travel to the next nearest town. Perhaps one of the border towns has an issue that they need a helping hammer with!
-9th of Obsidian-
After some searching, I found a town in need of help. Apparently some fellow named "Lide Hoistedirons" was killed in a nearby cave called Ancientdark, by a mere troglodyte. I am told to dispatch the beast... sounds like an easy enough task!
-10th of Obsidian-
It seems this Lide fellow managed to clear a good portion of the cave. I'm going to guess he was on his way out, and the trog got a lucky shot. The rotting corpses are still lying about. (heh, I took this time to look, and this is Gaul's character. All of the corpses were left exactly the way they fell.).
-
too... many. a giant bat... a mole dog... and the cyclops that undoubtedly Lide was sent to kill. And a ratman... I am done for.
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Painful way to go. That cave sucks, so many mole dogs. And yeah, those bats are brutal too.

I am a noble elf of Akeranarena... I uphold my duties to my people! I am a scout. Scouts fulfill the most important role in our nation, besides the druid, of course. We patrol the borders of our forest territory and report anything that may endanger the forest!
Name: Amala Raptorsubtle
Talented Swordsman - Armor User - Proficient Wrestler
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-23rd of Obsidian-
WHAT!? WHAT COULD HAVE DONE THIS UNSPEAKABLE HORROR! This town... Craftscrow... it has been incinerated and ransacked! The majority of the ground is completely charred and all elves are dead... the bones of dead elves litter the landscape... I can bear it no more. I leave this town at once and set off... perhaps I can find who did this... this... horror! (looks like someone had a case of pyromania, I found it like this)
-
I will not rest. Vengeance for the dead will be had... but there is noone to blame. However, there are two ruins that have been known to exist to the north. Perhaps the undead have learned to use fire... those abominations against nature should be culled regardless if they are the culprits or not.
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Meh. Zerged by skeletons.

[ September 19, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]

[Lightning4]

Okay, I'm done. I didn't really get as spectacular of an adventure as I wanted, though I liked the commando thing. That last battle as the leader was actually damn cool.
I hope someone finds out whatever happened to Morul, though. He's not dead, I'm fairly sure of that. I'm gonna bet he probably just ran off to some fortress and retired or something, if NPCs can even do that sort of thing.

Anyway:
Next person, Go.

Looks like it's Been.

[Captain Mayday]

That was me, who incinerated Craftscrow, for one of my stories.
In any case, the entire town was useless. No quests on offer, plus they were elves. I check these things before I incinerate a site.
There was a single elven swordmaster, but... why would you even bother with one of those?

[Lightning4]

quote:Originally posted by Mayday:
<STRONG>That was me, who incinerated Craftscrow, for one of my stories.
In any case, the entire town was useless. No quests on offer, plus they were elves. I check these things before I incinerate a site.
There was a single elven swordmaster, but... why would you even bother with one of those?</STRONG>

Heh, just curious. It could've made an interesting story if my elf had a longer lifespan.

Ah, I read through your adventures again. I didn't even recall this, and by chance, I had spawned in the town you incinerated. Was quite a discovery for me, heh.

[ September 20, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]

[Been]

Yay!  Now it's my turn  .  I'm at work right now though so I'll have to wait until later tonight before I can start sending adventurers on epic journeys across the landscape (or to die horrible deaths in the nearest cave.  Whichever happens first).

[Been]

Rozmo Asrimispi of Cadopesor (Human Female)
Talented Maceman - Shield User - Skilled Armor User - Wrestler

10th Granite, 1055
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Today I begin my life anew as a bold adventurer, valiantly righting wrongs and thwarting evil wherever it may rear it's ugly head.  I may have had trouble holding a job in the past, but maybe this time will be different.  The pay is good and as long as avoid the more dangerous caves the risk should stay low enough for it to be worth it.

After finishing my training with the local guardsmen I walked up to the Mayor, ready to be given my first task.  Thankfully he had a relatively easy one to prepare, I simply had to travel a short distance east to the cave of Ancientdark's to kill a naked mole dog named Stormflew.  It almost seems too easy, I mean how hard could it be to kill a dog?  I made to leave and he warned me to be wary of other dangers within the cave, as another adventurer by the name of Lide Hoistedirons was killed by a creature named Lightwasp some years ago.  While he seemed sincere I hardly think that the death of one adventurer several years ago was worthy of much worry.

Just to be safe though I decided to take my friend Umil with me.  He was a swordsman I met him while training with the town guards and he seems to be able to hold his own.  That's what I would have liked anyway... but when I told him of my quest he simply laughed in my face.  The nerve!  Not to be put off by this I decided he shouldn't deserve the pay I would happily have shared with him anyway, and decided that my longterm friend Gostrim would suffice.  Like me she's had much trouble finding a job in these dark days and spends many a night drowning her sorrows at the local inn.  Upon hearing of my task she offered my full support, and was willing to assist me in accomplishing it.  A little too willing perhaps...  Ah well, the day is young and she could not have possibly started to drink this soon in the day.  Onwards to Ancientdark's!

11th Granite, 1055
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I reached Ancientdark's with the sun high in the sky.  The heat was almost unbearable, but I pushed on with my noble duty.

As I approached the cave I noticed the entranceway covered with blood, I pray it is not of prior adventurers...  Entering the cave foes a lone trogolydyte stood in my path, but with trusty Gostrim by my side I was able to dispatch it with ease.  If this is the best this place has to offer then I almost pity them for their inevitable doom.

Disaster!  The troglodyte was just the beginning, we were soon beset upon by all manner of beasts.  One of them got Gostrim, tearing out one of his eyes.  He lies by my side now barely holding onto consciousness as I try and deflect any further blows aimed his way.

A Cyclops has entered the fray, declaring himself to be Tuxxu Asnurusle.  They never told me there'd be a Cyclops!  I didn't sign up for this, I thought I'd only be facing a lowly mole dog, not some terrible beast such as this!  Worse yet he appears to be wielding a... loincloth?  Oh Armok, I knew this adventuring business wasn't pleasant work, but I never thought I'd witness the horror of a naked Cyclops charging towards me swinging his undergarments above his head.

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Rozmo soon discovered that a loincloth can make quite the deadly weapon.  Few adventurers could suffer a worse fate...

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Ketas Muksmenre
Human Male
Adept Axeman - Shield User - Skilled Armor User

24th Granite, 1055
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A new day dawns as I stir in my bed.  After many years in the apprenticeship of the local wood cutters and carpenters I have decided that this life is not the one for me.  Careful not to wake my master I quietly slip out of bed fully clothed from my preparations the night before and leave a note on the table, explaining my abcense.  Gathering my meagre positions together I collect my trusty Axe and head out of the door, ready to begin my career as an Adventurer.

I approach the town of Nedorbehal for my first stop.  Hopefully the local authority within will be able to be able to offer me some hints as to what wrongs need doing.

Success!  I have been tasked with slaying a minotaur named Semor Dyecrimson in the nearby cave of Smutshadows.  Truly this shall be my finest moment.  I called out to the other patrons in the bar, to see who was brave enough to join me in this quest, yet only one man walked forward for my call.  Well... one man walked forward and another 3 stumbled after him.  His name was Pabat Sanautag, a Hammerman from the nearby town of Gorgemountain and he was also looking for adventure.  The other three men appeared to be extremely drunk, but refused to leave his side, wanting to join in on one of his adventures that he appeared to been regaling them with for the past few hours.  And so as a party of five we left the town for the cave of Smutshadows.

27th Granite, 1055
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We approached Smutshadows under the cover of night, using the light of the full moon to guide our way.  As we enter the cave we encounter snakedmen and mud men on all sides, and it's not long at all before I encounter Semor Atirthestar.  He yells out a battlecry as he charges towards me.  The battle is tremendous as his minions appear from all sides, slaying two of our number, but we are ultimately victorious!

1st Slate, 1055
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We arrive back in town ready to receive our reward for slaying this beast.  Upon our return he hailed us as champions and while offering no material reward I felt that his gratitude was more than enough.  For now at least...  He then solemnly informed us of an adventurer by the name of Osman Tundramaw who used to travel these parts.  It seems that two years he entered the of Martyrhell and was struck down by a giant toad by the name of Sunderocean.  He then bade me to kill this foul beast so that this stain on the town's history could be cleaned by avenging his spirit.  Not feeling that a slaying a mere giant toad was much of a challenge I happily obliged and set off immediately unto my new quest.

2nd Slate, 1055
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We arrive at Martyrhell, our remaining drunk sobering up partway and making his way back to the inn.  The battle was relatively uneventful, with few wounds sustained as we soon fought our way through the mudman that filled this damned place, and their leader the vile toad named Sunderocean.

3rd Slate, 1055
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We arrive back in town, fresh from our battle and ready to begin yet another quest.  Little did we expect that we would be sent back to Martyrhell once more, this time to slay an Vicira Dayyourths, an ettin that lives on its lowest depths.  We gathered our courage and immediately set out to once more brave the journey back to Martyrhell.  I am happy with our progress so far, but I am uncertain as to our chances against an ettin...  Nethertheless, an adventurer never falters in the face of danger.

4th Slate, 1055
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We approached the cave once more, this time more wary of what awaits us.  After fighting our way through countless mudmen Vicira himself stands before us roaring a battlecry as he charges towards us.  A truly ferioucious battle is fought, with neither mine nor Pabat's blowing penetrating too deeply.  Eventually a lucky strike by Pabat shatters one of the ettin's feet forcing him to his knees in great pain.  While he's distracted we quickly set upon him, shattering his limbs and breaking his body until he can move no more.  And thus he was defeated.  Worrying about what other dangers may lie within this very cave I decide that before we make our return we should ensure that we purge this cave of any remaining creatures to ensure the town of Nedorbehal will not be threatened any longer by it's evil presence.  It was but a tedious task after slaying the mighty ettin.

7th Slate, 1055
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Once again we returned triumphantly to town, this time satisfied that no further threat shall ever come of Martryhell, and with our pockets filled with the treasure we found within.  Why the beasts had pieces of armour scattered all over the lower floor I do not know, but their confused acts are my gain.  After speaking to the mayor I am informed that we have successfully dealt with all the dangers that lay within this region.  It appears that we must travel to greater places if we wish to seek more adventure.  But for now the day is late and we have spent much time travelling, so we shall rest.

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Sadly that's all I have time for tonight.  I'm amazed my second adventurer has survived thus far, but that's likely thanks to his hammerman buddy pounding the crap out of absolutely everything in his way.  I'll keep playing him tomorrow and see how long he lasts against tougher opponents.  Just a shame I don't have more time during the evenings right now to play more...

[Lightning4]

quote:Originally posted by Been:
<STRONG>Rozmo soon discovered that a loincloth can make quite the deadly weapon.  Few adventurers could suffer a worse fate...
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Hahahaha. Now I'm going to have to check my game log and see if the Cyclops beat me with it too.

It might even be my lioncloth from that Stabman guy I did.

I'm going to guess the mole dog you were sent to kill was the one that got the killing blow on me, heh.

Edit: HAHA! It is my loincloth! At least, if it's a cougar leather one. But the cyclops did grab at my loincloth during the fight. Though it's kinda kinky and creepy at the same time... the cyclops was female.

[ September 20, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]

[Sylverone]

Nice! This looks like  good fun, so add my name to the list! I hope my two days fall on days when I have plenty of free time...

[Been]

quote:Originally posted by Lightning4:
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Hahahaha. Now I'm going to have to check my game log and see if the Cyclops beat me with it too.

It might even be my lioncloth from that Stabman guy I did.

I'm going to guess the mole dog you were sent to kill was the one that got the killing blow on me, heh.

Edit: HAHA! It is my loincloth! At least, if it's a cougar leather one. But the cyclops did grab at my loincloth during the fight. Though it's kinda kinky and creepy at the same time... the cyclops was female.

[ September 20, 2007: Message edited by: Lightning4 ]</STRONG>

Yeah, it was a cougar leather loincloth.  After checking my log it seems it was female after all, but somehow that doesn't make the mental image much better...   This is one of those few cases where boobs do NOT improve a situation    

12th Slate, 1055
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We travelled south for many days, eventually arriving in the town of "Tonguejuggled".  A strange name for a town, but who am I to judge?  With the scorching sun bearing down on us we headed straight for the inn for a some of the local alcohol to soothe our parched throats.  Surprisingly enough we were fortunate to bump into the Mayor while there.  Barely having time to even sit down he immediately pleaded for our help dealing with a Cyclops that had been plaguing the merchant trade route to the north.  Not wanting to make the fatal mistake of underestimating such a beast I decided it best to find a few of the local adventurers to assist me in this quest.

It didn't long at until until I'd found Sota Demacitu the Axeman, Ethro Pucsipkat the Pikeman, Ador Cilstipath the Swordsman and Ani Kasnebo the Lasher who hastened to join my side at the promise of adventurer.  As a full party of six we decided it was time to head out.

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After this point I was ambushed on the way to the cyclops and have my group was decimated by a single hippo that the Swordsman just HAD to try and fight.  It then proceeded to tear out the throat of my seemingly unstoppable hammerman and the limbs off the others.  Only Ethro Pucsipkat, the pikeman, survived the battle, running away after losing his pike in the hippo.  A few others tried to run away, but it seems the hippo had a posse.  Can't say this is how I pictured my adventurer dying, then again I thought the same thing about the last one too.

Dumat Justicecloisters
Male Dwarf of Shinfeb
Expert Hammerdwarf - Skilled Armor User

26th Slate, 1055
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Life is slow here at Shinfeb.  Crime is non-existant and life has gone of for so long without a hammering order I can no longer remember when the last time was...  I can't take it anymore!  The world is filled with injustice, and somewhere out there must be someone deserving of good ole' fashioned Dwarven justice, and I shall be the one to deal it.  And so I gathered together my warhammer and armor, forsaking my personal possessions and left to hand out harsh justice wherever it may be needed.

I considered heading to the capital to speak to my Queen regarding wrongdoers, but realised that if they knew of any in the area I would have been summoned long ago.  Instead I decided to head out into the wilderness to find my own way, to find those that would hide away in caves.  Feeling an evil wind coming from the south, I decided that would be the place to start.

27th Slate, 1055
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Barely a day into my journey I was set upon by harpies!  They soon felt the taste of my hammer as I dealt them the pain they so richly deserved.  It felt good to once again swing my hammer with all it's might into the weak flesh of the villainous, sending their frail bodies sailing across the floor and their heads arcing through the air.  Truly the Queen was a fool to relieve me of my hammering duties just because of a few small "accidents".  This is clearly what I was born to do!

1st Felsite, 1055
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I have stumbled across a cave that was not shown on the map.  As is Dwarven custom I declare it to be forever named "Ivoryhell the Free Pick" in remembrance of slaughter of many an elephant in the legendary fortress of Morulingtak many a moon ago.  Truly there has been no greater affront against the long-fought enemies of Dwarvenkind.  But enough with the musing, I must head onwards in my search for sinners.

I fight my way through feable rats and moles, paying them little heed as they are smashed to one side.  Before long I come across a Cyclops.  Obviously such a beast is clearly evil and deserving of death, but then it has the gall to threaten me with death.  Me!  A noble Hammerer!  Such an act cannot go unpunished!

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Evidentally such an act CAN go unpunished as poor Dumat is soon smushed into oblivion by the Cyclops with help from a pair of mole dogs that show up from nowhere.

I'm going to try one more character before I post the save for the next guy to take his turn.

[ September 21, 2007: Message edited by: Been ]
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7W7OGLKN

Ok, here's the link to the new save.  I thought I was going to have time to do another character, but I forgot about a little thing called Oktoberfest that's going on.  Would've liked to do more characters, but ah well I had fun nonetheless.

[ September 22, 2007: Message edited by: Been ]

[Been]

It just occured to me that by just editing my previous post that no-one would no I've posted about me finishing my part in the adventure succesion game and it's time for the next person's turn.  So here's me making a post to let people know just that.  Link to the save is at the end of the above post.