The caravan arrived indeed. Orblock had asked Grimwold to work on some rock crafts as well, and two temporary craftdwarf's workshops had beeh constructed next to the trade depot. With a handful of crafts, Orblock had managed to bargain for some booze and meat to get them through the winter.
The traders having just left, Orblock was in a meeting with the Outpost's Liaison discussing imports. Suddenly they were interrupted by high pitched screeches that hurt his ears.
'Judge! More undead! It's five of them, sir, zombie rhesus maquaques!'. Frodo came running by, his face red. 'They have many sharp teeth, sir, I will just go inside now.'
As Orblock turned to face the new menace, the Legendary Monster Dog ran past him and charged the group of undead monkeys, who were heading for the trade depot. Orblock doubted the undead came to steal though.
Afer came running. 'THEY WILL NOT KILL MY DOG!', she barked, and ran into the battle. Before she could deliver a single blow with her axe though, the dog was sitting among 5 corpses, licking a few minor cuts on his legs. It didn't even yelp.
'I'll be damned! That dog will have it's own tomb!' Orblock still couldn't believe how weak those undead beast were contrary to his horrible childhood memories. This dog had killed ten undead al on its own.
'If that is so', Orblock thought, 'surely
I should not fear them! The next undead that dares to come into my area of jurisdiction will be mine!'
-10 kills and still no name. Maybe only sentient creatures count for naming. That dog is MEAN anyways. The Judge has his own war dog, but Afer's dog just rushed past it and slaughtered the 5 zombie monkies. Don't worry, everybody will have their own war dog. Unless you object ofcourse.
-With Ghostpaw banned, we've got one active open spot. Also expect immigrants soon.
-Team, where are you? I'd welcome some feedback, since this is my first community game, except for some contributions to Valcon's pirate story.
-coming up: who is the mystery couple?
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: martinuzz ]