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[delphonso]

                 Lovecrafted
                  -=:=-:-:-=:=-
       The Concerns of the Deep

Spring of 677:
Report by Pho Ondelso
The chambers of Lovecrafted carry a dreadful union of desolation and awe. The halls harbor a strange beauty; the beauty of a hawk skillfully slaying the hare. Conglomerate layers rise in harsh, irregular formations, seeming to twist and contort into agonized visages that leer from the stone, as if the very earth itself were tortured. Is it a trick of the eye, or an articulation of the stone's warning? The halls - desolate, abandoned, forsaken - make not a sound except the faint droning of a distant hum. The surface, only visited by strange birds on occasion.

The marble layers below those conglomerate faces...their surfaces marred by impurities and shadow, seem to writhe with a sentient menace, as though an unspeakable entity slumbers just beneath the pale façade, yearning for release. We, the unfortunate investigators, felt an uncanny kinship with serpents entrapped within the suffocating embrace of bleached linens. We, in this doomed place, walked on. We jumped at every shadow.

As we navigated the rough-hewn pathways downward into the cavernous abyss, the very stairs heaved and swayed beneath our feet, an unholy rhythm in keeping with the faint, ominous echoes of creatures that lurked beyond the barricade of ancient timber and stone. Yet, it was upon the main level where the marble writhed in an abominable ballet, that we encountered the low, insistent hum—a disquieting susurration that seemed to entice us to delve ever deeper into the stygian depths.

One can scarcely fathom how the dwarves, subjected to the maddening whispers of this baleful sanctuary, managed to retain their sanity. Their very souls must have danced on the precipice of despair, forever haunted by the sinister call to unearth that which should remain undisturbed, buried within the bowels of Lovecrafted.

[report continues]

As we dug through to the caverns, maybe Ol' Rakust's words got under my skin more than I'm happy to let on. We boarded up and kept on moving - building a perfect tunnel through the caverns and deeper down into the stone.



Below this, we found a marble layer, which we decided is as good a place as any to call our home. Like I said - first up was the dorm.



And wouldn't you know it? It seems the stones are smiling on us today!



The grey-beards say you can see a fortress's future by staring into a polished cat's eye. Fooey, I say, toss it in the stockpile and maybe Kadol can carve it into something valuable later.

Speaking of which, the mountainhalls should be calling soon, best to get the Depot up now.



Gonna need a better place for that later - but we don't even have a workroom yet. I ask the miners to dig out a suitable space for both stockpiles and workshops.



Well...now what are we supposed to do with all that extra wobbly bit? The miners say the same thing happened up top - but if you ask me, they're just terrible at planning.



Just in time, too. I think some of these newcomers might take up the pickaxe...Atis and Logem aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, so to speak.

Well hang on a moment.



What an exotic name. Seems our friend here was raised among some of those freaks out there. Somewhere with a lot of trees, it seems. He seems like a normal guy, all told - in fact, I'm quite happy to have him. Maybe those things out there aren't all bad, if Ugburroc is just a normal dwarf.

Along with Ugburroc came Dr. Zas. I'm not sure what sort of medical school she went to, because the first thing she did was fill a crossbow with scalpels and perform 'exploratory surgery' on a chinchilla. Never seen a dwarf happier. Glad she's on our side, I guess.

It looks like some of the migrants brought pets. Ah yes, a keet, a poult, and...what the hell is that?



I'm being told this thing is quite the ratter, so we'll keep it around - just uh...not too close to me.

Our population is growing nicely and it's reminding me of some of my duties. I'm not just here to keep everyone alive, I'm also supposed to keep them happy. Seeing that freak of an owl reminded me about something very important:

Praying.


Hmm. Our dwarves should also set up a guildhall - for everyone to socialize and also share skills. This ought to do.


It's a bit tight down here, but we're making progress. Most of the things from the surface were dragged down to the marble layer. Food and drink are sorted out for now and everyone seems pretty happy overall.



I'm not that bad of an overseer, if I do say so myself.

You won't believe this - today when the caravan arrived, they seem to think so too!



Of course, in my excitement to hear the news, I forgot to give them an answer - so...I hope they offer it again. Besides, we don't even have bedrooms yet. You expect me to form a barony like that?

Excitement abounds here at Lovecrafted! Ol' Rakust should be ashamed of himself - trying to scare a youngin' like me. I only just turned 73.



I would say it was all good news, but there was something odd. This lot are all normal dwarves, but their coming marked the first time I heard it. The humming.

Tobul heard it too and it set her off weird.




Not all the dwarves hear it, at least not now. But there's a hum out there - a palpable hum. Almost like I got hit in the head in training - but it's not just me. And heck, if this is the results we get...



...then what's the harm!?

In fact, I think I want to get closer to it. It comes from the caverns - I can feel it in the walls. Of course! We'll build out bedrooms where the humming is strongest!



See? All straight lines, this time.

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OOC:

A bit disappointed /nothing/ wild happened. Just some interesting wildlife - but no raiders, no overpowered wild beasts, and no misplaced stairwells  getting most of the fort killed. It's truly a shame. I don't think I even scared a dwarf.
That said, I can't express how good it feels to be back in 47.05. It was hard to imagine creatures as anything other than little blue beans - but now, without the graphics at all, the imagination takes hold.

The guildhall I set up is too small, but I recommend digging out a bigger one so that dwarves can get work satisfaction (during demonstrations) without needing to have tons of workshops and meaningless work. We've got no industries set up, just the basics plopped in the stockpile. I figured I'd leave some of the base-designing fun to others. Food is sorted and we have a few extra bedrooms - maybe enough to cover the next wave of migrants. There are two identical dormitories and the lever for the gate is right by the stairs.

Save is HERE! dikbutdagrate! These earthly concerns rest upon your shoulders now.

[dikbutdagrate]

Alright, lets do it. Grabbin' the save now.

[Salmeuk]

jeez that humming in the caverns reminds me of something. ive heard it before. maybe if I open this locked door I can hear it a little better..

[dikbutdagrate]

Here is the link to the save:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1OC-YXW3JVJ_x8bu373YG5NSGrpvhjUyO/view?usp=sharing

In brief:
Turn lasted for a year. Ended the turn just after the mayor got elected. Declined to become a barony again. Pushing that off to whoever's next.

The orders of business:
- We encountered some "stuff." Currently, the dwarves are stuck inside the fort for the moment while our military gets its shit together. This is in order to deal with the titan running amuck out on the surface. Although at the present rate, it looks like the local wildlife may have a shot at taking this thing out before we do.

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- A single death happened. A tree leper got em'. And they are now buried and memorialized in the graveyard, which is conveniently built the fort's new hospital.

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[spoiler]

- Our fort consists mainly of armorsmiths, and with the discovery of galena deposits, we've started a project to begin replacing all of the makeshift copper armor, produced from the tetrahedrite we dug into, toward having complete artifact armor sets made entirely out of lead. We've snagged a number of artifact armor pieces so far. However, the first artifact we got was a black bronze gauntlet (created by the manager), second was copper greaves (which is, well, whatever), and the rest has been lead armor since we've been forbidding the other bars at the start of each strange mood. We decked out our fort's militia commander with the best artifact gear thus far. And several of the migrant woodcutters who showed up later in the turn were carrying steel battle axes, and we quickly reappropriated those for the military. Here some images of the best ones.

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- The fort has a new inn, which is named The Frightful Skull. It is layered on top of several dedicated churches. So in the event of any vandalism which might occur in there, this will help improve the fort's gross yield of spooky.

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- New guildhalls, barracks, hospital/graveyard, and whatever that catch-all living space thing that was going on down near the previously exposed first cavern layer (Which I may have failed to recognize some of the "art" that had been sculpted in its design. I did manage to save at least one spiral before the mining finished. *whoops*).

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Best of luck Salmeuk!

[Splint]

That said, I can't express how good it feels to be back in 47.05. It was hard to imagine creatures as anything other than little blue beans - but now, without the graphics at all, the imagination takes hold.

Believe it or not, the last spookyfort was actually what got me to really give the newer version the chance it needed for me to really enjoy it. Granted for that I switched the graphics made to classic, but still.

[delphonso]

Thanks a ton, dikbut! What a quick turn! I'm liking how the fort is shaping up.

Yes, Salmeuk, it's your turn now, best of luck.

[Travis Bickle]

I would like to be added to the turn list.

[Salmeuk]

starting this weekend. prepare for madness

[delphonso]

I would like to be added to the turn list.

Added!

starting this weekend. prepare for madness

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

[Salmeuk]

am streaming at this very moment, stop by if you want: https://www.twitch.tv/nijinskiy

the mayor wants to dominate the world. gonna run with this plotline

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This was the village of Lovecrafted. 64 dwarves lived in a series of stone rooms beneath the forest soil. Outside the rutile gate, a monstrous titan who threatened to kill all those remaining - Naza Drinkwhiskers the Glacial Mists the Brush Titan, a great three-eyed theropod with a regal bearing and deadly spittle.

part 1:

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Deep in the stone fortress the dwarves found time to drink and sing. The Frightful Skull, a large tavern with bone-white marble walls, is carefully managed by Datan Blockadeblanket the Tavern Keeper. Datan really wishes for some papaya wine to server alongside the other brew.

The dwarfs mostly lived in this region of the caverns, where the marble layers were.  Beyond the walls lurked empty caverns, or hopefully empty..

Two or so years previous the dwarves had settled Lovecrafted. The titan attacked last year, and the previous food supply (foraging for plants and berries) was inaccessible. It was about time to till some soil!

The dwarves dug a canal to bring cavern water closer to the tavern and kitchens.

 A survey was completed of fortress professions and relative skill. As it turns out, most of the dwarves of Lovecrafted were accomplished armorsmiths. The guilds were powerful, after all, and demand was high with all the wars. You know how it is. .

New labors were given to all those layabouts who thought themselves much to important to carve some furniture, or lift a pickaxe.

Over a dozen of these dwarves were recruited into the newly formed Spear Militia, and given the title of 'Spearguard.' They would defend Lovecrafted from the horrors of the cavern.

The dwarves opened the caverns during the construction of the canal. Strange oozing creatures were seen walking along the lakebed.

It was on the 21st of Granite, 668 when Geshud the bookkeeper was overtaken by the enthralling hum of the fey spirits.

It was only a few weeks later when the deep stalkers attacked. They were small lizard-like creatures with barbed stingers at the end of their tails, and hunted in packs. Oh and they could also BECOME INVISIBLE.

The spearguards arrived to kill the stalkers, and the fight was mostly uneventful. After that, the dwarves continued to harvest wood from the caverns. Surely the spearguards, almost twenty strong, might defeat any foe to appear?

A hapless lot of migrants arrived in Spring of 668, right into the waiting jaws of Naza Drinkwhiskers. Yet, before Naza might attack the newcomers, a half-demon beasthunter was suddenly activated and ambushed Naza. Woraek Glowdissolves carried no weapons, but was incredibly muscular and sported not one, but TWO pairs of horns. Woraek (with his carmine eyes) fought Naza under the forest canopy.  Yet, Naza was far too powerful, and soon Woraek lay dead, crushed by the beast. 

It was with horrible realization that many of the cavern trees consisted not of fungal matter, but magical bone material, made to grow from the mossy soils into towering spires. The woodcutters pointed out that the bone-wood matter was essentially the same thing as a more traditional log of wood as it bore the same properties when used in manufacturing. Some of the more philosophically minded dwarves grumbled at this but the carpenters carried on, and soon a number of bone-wood beds were built.

Meanwhile, Naza was busy punting peasants into tree trunks. Tun Bubnusstakud's screams go unanswered.

Geshud went berserk when their calls for some specific ingredient went unanswered (there were so many distractions....), immediately throwing their baby Doren Earthencobras across the room and into a stone coffer. The spearguards arrived in time to subdue, and unfortunately kill, Geshud, and so Doren survived the encounter with some major wounds. This horrible occurrence was entirely avoidable and so all involved experienced great turmoil after this event. The metalforge was deconstructed.

As it turns out, Geshud was the wife of Mayor Ugnurroc Absargimbas, 'Zealotsinew' who was now the sole responsible parent of Doren.

It was in March when the cavern lake canal was opened, and the water began to flow east towards the lower ground. There, a second gated hallway would collect and carry the water into a waiting resevoir pool. From this pool the farms would be flooded with screw pumps.

Around this time the dwarves began to heard the awful sounds of warfare from beyond the tentacle gate. It was unknown to them at the time, but Snapper Pirates had arrived to presumably decimate the dwarves. However, the dependably violent Naza lay waiting for this exact kind of food to arrive.

The snapper pirates were cused seafarers - stripped of all flesh, leaving them as skeletal monsters. Their hands were replaced with hooks said to cause terrible curses upon the living.

Other pirates were mutated into half-crabs, with pincers and eye stalks and tough carapaces.

And yet, with bones flying left and right, Naza was brought to the ground and killed by the mob of skeletal pirates.

The remaining pirates, around eight or so, continued their siege of Lovecrafted. Some wielded shoulder-mounted cannons and seemed formidable enough, so the dwarves merely lurked underground and waiting for the pirates to leave.

The farms were finally built in Summer of 668. Plump helmets, cave grapes, underberries, and slime mosses were all planted there.

Most curiously, the mayor Ugburroc deamnt of ruling the world, and was only mildy inconvenienced by the death of his spouse Geshud. Ugburroc was re-elected in a landslide after Geshud's untimely death. It was all a little too convenient, you see?

The fortress was in desperate need of metal. Excavations were planned to search for metals. The canal was expanded, mostly at the whim of the mayor, who felt that a large temple dedicated to the god of death and war was the best use of labor. Mezum Osodvucar, "Boneurns", god of chaos, war and death, would be honored with a multi-floor temple complex located to the north of the new farming room.

In Autumn of 668, the mountainhome caravan arrived. Unfortunately, a roving squad of bogans (humanoid tusk-creatures) was lying in wait and attacked.

It was decided to open the tentacle gate and fight the bogans in defense of the caravan. One of the dwarves had gone moody and Lovecrafted was not about to suffer another preventable berserk rampage.

As it turns out, the caravan managed to defeat the creatures and so the preparations were pointless. With the great tentacle gate now open, caravans from multiple civilizations flooded into the fortress and began to unload at the depot.

Meanwhile, the air filled with cursed parrots - evil scouts of the skeletal pirate gangs.

The mayor who dreamt of world domination during every waking moment of their life (as one does...) took it upon themselves to become the Baron of Lovecrafted. This was later seen as a deeply regrettable moment in the history of the fortress.

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these sprawling catacombs consumed the work of many dwarves for much of Year 669
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part 2:

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The manager Kivish was assaulted by a brier in Autumn of 668. The brier was a demonic being appearing as a hovering torso with bony arms and a hanging spinal cord. This demon bashed Kivish who was thrown violently over a cavern slope. The spearguard were called in and fought with this demon. Two dwarves died and a third was injured before Thob ended the demon with a strong punch to a vital artery.

Migrants arrived in late Autumn of 668. Some were drafted into a newly formed squad of swordsdwarves, led by Led Leopardnets.

A giant spider known as a 'Poison Spinner' was spotted lurking in the forests. Apparently these creatures have been tained by demonic corruption and hunt dwarves. The spiders many sea green eyes were sometimes seen after dusk.

The fortress was running along smoothly enough but there was trash everywhere. Many years of furniture overproduction had left piles upon piles of miscellaneous goods strewn about the marble hallways like some kind of second-hand shop in one of the human towns.

A great deal of time was spent hauling leftover refuse, old clothing, discarded weaponry, and decaying corpses from the surface.

Curiously, something occurred in Wintertime to cause a cascade of inherited titles of nobility to be reported among the fortress citizens.

It was in late Winter of 668 when Atis created the artifact lead helm, Nethsheget, 'Balancedhorn'.

All the loose furniture was collected and sorted according to quality. This took a few weeks.

The mayor of Lovecrafted, Ugburroc Zealotsinew, was a curious fellow. After the death of his wife earlier this year, he has taken little interest in the raising of his only child, instead investing great amounts of time in the designing of a grand temple of death. Priorities, priorities...

Ugburroc liked marble, which was fortunate as Lovecrafted was chock full of the stuff. Ugburroc liked crossbows, again a fortunate thing, as Lovecrafted was home to the artifact crossbow Echoobeys the Celebrated Homage, made from pristine silver, bearing spikes of chain spider silk, and an image of a solidified flesh beast.

Both of those things made Ugburroc rather happy, yet, his general distaste towards Cave spiders meant he was never at ease in the caverns. He considered importing cats, yet found the traders would not bring the animals as they tended to yowl at night and attract the bogeyman.

Perhaps it was this awful hatred towards the small benign cave spider that drove Ugburroc towards his mad project. A drive to complete this temple at all costs. Only then would his god of death, Mezum Boneurns, reward him with rulership of this world. Of course she world - Mezum was the god of chaos after all, and worshipped by dozens of necromancers over the course of the 600 year history of this land.

Ugburroc demanded from his underlings the construction of two pairs of leggings. It was a new season and the wardrobe must be updated…

In late Winter a thorned hulk attacked from the forests. A huge thorny humanoid composed of wood and a large club in place of a left hand. Enraged, this creature attacked and killed Nomal the Spearguard by smashing open his neck. Nomal was fierce, calling out in his final moments, 'How fleeting life is.. this does not scare me. The Battle rages... I laugh in the face of death! I've been injured badly. I will not lose hope.' With these words spoken he perished under the fronds of a coconut palm.

A lumbering zombie attacked in late Winter, causing grievous injury to the spearguards who responded, killed multiple. Without proper weapons the undead creature was simply too strong, and felt no pain. Luckily for the dwarves, this zombie was captured in a trap, and might be studied further..

Winter passed into Spring. Year 669 had arrived. Lovecrafted looked to the future.

It was only four days after the new year when they ambushed us - a horde bogans riding white-haired Kehjams! These kehjams were strange goat-like creatures with crystalline horns and magic milk.

The ambush was massive, far too many to fight, and the dwarves hid inside to wait out the invaders. Zulban Fairblockade experienced a less-than-fair blockade when he was locked outside, as the tentacle gate slammed shut before he could make it inside. His last job had been to haul one of the heavy marble blocks from the quarries to the surface, and install in as part of some vain architectural fantasy - another one of Ugburroc's many side projects. Now, Zulban faced over two dozen angry and extremely violent and heavily armed bogans.

It was a few weeks into Spring when Libalaea attacked - a giant one-eyed darkling beetle with lacy wings and deadly spittle. Libalaea attacked from the north, nearest to the dwarves, who were immediately called into the fort.

Tulon, who had been injured previously, struggled to make it to the doorway and was eaten by Libalaea after being crushed by the creature's many awful legs.

However, Libalaea was not at all the worst thing to appear that week, as another beast, a demon-like entity known as a Hell Raizer, appeared and dueled Libalaea in the southern cavern passageways. This demonic creature was equipped with a strange arm-like protrusion capable of firing bolts of raw energy.

Perhaps the most exciting fight of the century took place in those caverns, as the Hell Raiser dodged beetle strike after beetle strike, returning with many bites and occasionally firing off a bolt of argent energy.
At one point, the beetle manages to rip away the left arm of the hell razer, flinging it aside carelessly, intent on finishing the fight. Then, a second attack removes the left foot, and soon the giant beetle is victorious.
Yet around the next corner lurked another Hell Razer and this time the beetle was too wounded to fight, and the Hell Razer managed to bite and rip the forgotten beast to shreds.

It was in Spring of 669 when the metalsmiths banded together and demanded a grand guildhall from the baron Ugbarroc. He could only approve the request as those same metalsmiths had provided the labor for the death temple.

War apparitions attacked the surface in Spring. These were flying, horned skeletons with no legs or arms and a glowing blue aura.

It was madness - the baron scrawled plans for an insane catacomb that sprawled deep underneath the cavern's stone and soil and was far larger than the dwarves needed. Did Baron Ugbarroc known something the rest did not? Why prepare for so much death . . ?

It was Summer of 669 when the ambushing Bogans disappeared from the surface forests. Just as the dwarves began to wander out and collect the various things left behind from the battle, another group laid siege - the cursed pirate gangs were back with their cannons. Surely well-acquainted with Lovecrafted's weakened state after months of parrot recon patrols, these pirates moved to attack from the west as the dwarves scrambled back inside the tentacular gate.

A number of curious guests had arrived before the siege and were now trapped within Lovecrafted. They mostly seemed alright with this prospect of confinement as the drinks flowed readily. One of the more interesting guests was Yathuyasham Dentederase, the Moon Khazra Shaman Herbalist. Moon Khazra resembled goats and this particular tribe was known for their ice magic. Yathuyasham bore many scars - in fact, it was difficult to identify a part of this creature's body that was not covered in some kind of scar tissue. His yellow eyes stood out in the dim tavern lighting.

A group of cave pygmies managed to intrude through a gap in the newly forming cavern wall. They scurried through the stinking corpse fields, using the clouds of miasma as concealment, and continued towards our supplies of alcohol and prepared meals.

A small loom and clothier's shop were built, near the farms and silk-covered caverns of the second layer.

The miners and metalsmiths were fed up with the soft metals of the surface layers, and dug towards the magma sea in search of something more valuable. Warm stone was discovered in Summer, and soon after the dwarves reported finding a large spire of adamantine just north of the prospecting staircase.

It was realized that no iron ore was present on the map, nor was there any cassiterite from which to make bronze. The squads were reassigned to train with silver warhammers as a result, until some brave overseer might try their hand at mining the adamantine spires.

A library was designated in the blood-drop room constructed just west of the skeleton tavern. The floor was tiled with wood from the necrobark tree.

Ugbarroc demanded the jeweler create three large gems. There were a few problems with this mandate, including the fact the fortress had no designated jeweler, or anyone of much skill at all. A second consideration was the absolute rarity of the gemstones that produced such large cuts. Ugbarroc was turning out to be a disastrous baron.

It was eventually discovered that Kadol posessed a moderate skill in gem cutting and was sent on this impossible task. Good luck Kadol.

It was Winter of 669 when an Ettin appeared on the surface. The Ettin may not have been expecting the horde of cursed pirate people.

This Ettin was named Gieryn Wispcall the Fabulous Persuasion and carried three artifacts strapped to its upper body: Zhanthens Zharbus Mhadevek, 'Seerfern the Spirits of Trailing' a silver flail encrusted with fire opal cabochons and adorned with hanging rings of beak dog bone and spikes of quartzite. Zhanthens was applied by Gieryn the Ettin in killing sixteen various others, including Ursao'th Foollabor the herald of pestilence necromancer in 357.
As well, Gieryn carried Rhonoihaydei, 'The Glowing Keys', a bismuth bronze bastard sword with hanging rings of lead. While plain in appearance, this blade was no joke, and had claimed thirty-two kills over the course of the past six hundred years. Among those slain was Amalaphael Savageclout the Eviscerated Mysteries the demon queen, who died all the way back in year 75. Curiously, it was not Gieryn who killed this demon queen, but a separate character Dessia Charmsieges the bone giant. It appears that, after killing the demon queen, this bone giant was then slain by Gieryn who claimed the sword.
Finally, the third weapon artifact carried was a bismuth bronze tomahawk named Idanwyangoz'tun Moek Skel, 'Wrathslide the Gifts of Waxing'. The item is covered in complex engravings and was never used to kill.

The ettin fights and kills many pirate skeletons but eventually falls after being repeatedly shot by cannonfire from a distance. The pirates were not very brave. And so after 600 years of wandering, Gieryn died to a bunch of clattering undead pirates. Who apparently felt comfortable calling themselves pirates, even without a sailing vessel.

Regardless, those three weapons were now resting next to the body of the ettin. Eventually these items might be collected by the dwarves.

It was on the 3rd of Opal, 669, when Baron Ugburroc withdrew from society, even more than they have been previously, and claimed a carpenter's workbench. He later produced a very fancy artifact bin made from the bone trees of the caverns.

So the ettin was great. Those artifact weapons are amazing and full of history.

overall spookyness levels  3 / 10. needs more tentacles and fewer pygmy raids

[delphonso]

Hahaha. I love it when Spookyfort gives us those 'there's always a bigger fish' moments.

All hail Baron Ugburroc!

Zulban Fairblockade experienced a less-than-fair blockade when he was locked outside

You're a genius, Sal.

[Splint]

Ah yes, the pirates. I remember that the whale pirates ended up needing serious tuning because years back they were just so fuckin' beefy in terms of sheer size that it was almost impossible for blunt weapon guys to properly pulp them to prevent biome reanimation.

[Salmeuk]

I updated my previous post with the rest of the journal. save here: https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=17213

vod of most of gameplay here: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2268639130

Lets just state the obvious: i went and built a giant catacomb instead of like, weapons or clothing orwathever. . the fact we have 190 angry bogans riding war ponies laying siege to us is entirely not my problem

besides that, things are organized, trash is stockpiled, food is present (though we could use some more), and water is available from a secure location.

The only way is up! securing some kind of edged weaponry from bronze or iron would be a great boon. or crack open adamantine..

a way for water

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a dense fortress home

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a drop of blood

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holy fuck thats a lotta bogan

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Our baron Ugbarroc will go down as one of the most insane characters. Just focus on this guy and his exploits and you won't be disappointed. I'm hoping to crack open legends and do some digging because wow. 600 year world with this kind of complex history is always a treat to read through

[dikbutdagrate]

Awesome turn. And excellent fort art.

[Quantum Drop]

Requesting that I be kicked down one place in the turn order if possible. Likely to be busy the next couple days so I won't have much time to DF or write up my turn.