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[Capntastic]

I just read through the Power Goals, and they seem like the embodiment of what makes DF great:  Quirky stories that (will perhaps eventually) manifest from gameplay.   So, let us rejoice about these great things and come up with unofficial ones why not.

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ROUGH NIGHT:  You are having trouble sleeping at your camp, so you drink some of the milk in your canteen.  It has fermented during the arduous journey, and the alcohol makes your tummy uneasy, further hindering your situation.

A SHARP EYE:  You take your knife to the blacksmith to be sharpened, and when you get it back you fail to notice its just as bad as before.  

SHOVEL SORROW:  Whilst digging a ditch, you find a cache of buried objects.   Unfortunately, it's mostly rusty junk from an age long past.

ART WOES:  You paint a dramatic scene of King Karnov making his famous 1034 decree.  It becomes well known and copies of it begin springing up.   People gradually forget you originally painted it.

Take it away, folks!

[Gauteamus]

Awesome reading! (Not having read it all through, saving some of the goodies for rainy days acoming)

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SORE THROAT: Your subtle plan of gently singing the dreaded Hydra to sleep, is suddenly convoluted when you (much too late) discover that last night's rain have left your +goblin gutted silvery adorned yew lyre+ wet and useless, as well as your vocal folds in dire need of a Fisherdwarfs Friend or two...
Oh, well.. readjusting on the spot, you draw your !!Bronze Broadsword!! from its scabbard. The Golden Fleece may still be won!

Edit: Added link to Power Goals 1-50

[ September 25, 2007: Message edited by: Gauteamus ]

[Tormy]

Huh, I cant find it. If I click on the link it takes me to the main dev page.

*edit* Ive found the link on the page.   :roll:

[ September 25, 2007: Message edited by: Tormy ]

[TakiJap]

quote:PowerGoal31, YOUR DAD AND JUSTICE, (Future): You wipe the blood off your sword, revealing the name of your father's tribe, which reminds you that justice has been served. Bards sing of this moment through the empire.  

I can already picture it:
You wipe blood off your short sword.  x2
You notice a word Khuna on the sword.
You shed a tear.
*Epic music starts to play*

quote:PowerGoal58, WHAT WERE WE THINKING, (Future): You are sent to rescue the prince and princess, who have been captured by the evil wizard. You uncover the sinister and disgusting plot to breed the siblings to form an evil army of mutants

This must be the sickest, the vilest and possibly the worst plan ever.

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WAIT A SECOND?: You are going to sneak into a local mansion and have brought some meat with you to calm down the hounds if you get caught. Unfortunately you get caught, but instead of hounds, they release stark raving mad goblins on you and goblins seem to prefer human meat.

[Phazon77]

Aaaah! Freeze me and wake me up in 5 years when all these features are implemented! They sound just too awesome..

[Greiger]

Number 89 sounds like something I imagine a retired adventurer in an old folks home repeating hundreds of times to anyone stupid enough to sit down next to them.

Just one addition from me.

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BUT I LIKED HIM!: You're traveling near some farms when you come across an ankeg ambushing a sheep.  You kill the it and bring the sheep back to the farmer, only to be chased away with a pitchfork for killing one of his prized sheep herding ankegs.

EDIT:Capitalization, divider, and removed sig since it looked confusing.

[ September 25, 2007: Message edited by: Greiger ]

[Gaulgath]

This sounds like good fun!

BRUTAL MURDER: You and a band of a few other brutes sneak into a hated citizen's house in the middle of the night, though him out of bed, and block the exit from his bedroom. You proceed to beat him to a bloody pulp and leave him to die.

CRAZY HERMIT AND INVENTOR: You stumble upon a small set of rooms carved into a hill, cluttered with strange mechanisms and inventions. You are surprised by a crazy hermit dwarf who has you do menial tasks to help finish his grand invention.

[Lightning4]

quote:Originally posted by Greiger:
<STRONG>Number 89 sounds like something I imagine a retired adventurer in an old folks home repeating hundreds of times to anyone stupid enough to sit down next to them. </STRONG>

"The mouth is connected to the esophagus! The esophagus is connected to the stomach! The stomach is connected to the small intestine! The small intestine is connected... etc etc ad infinitum"

"Urvad Adventurepants cancels Listen to Story: Went insane."

[Jaqie Fox]

The corrupt messenger:

You recieve a message via a message runner, which offers a huge reward to kill a creature.  You do such, and show up at the message signatory, only to find out they sent a very different message and you killed the king's nephew who was unpopular with an extremist faction in the kingdom, which bribed the messenger to deliver an altered message to you. {insert punishment here}

[Tamren]

It was a good idea AT THE TIME:

Two alchemist apprentices decide to play a joke on a friend and rig his campfire to give him a suprise. Two hours later, one of his teeth makes landfall, the first of many pieces to come.

[ravensword227]

Its kind of long but I had fun with it.

ADAMANTINE FISHING ADAMANTINE

You meet an elderly fisherman with a grey beard at the docks that streach out into the sea.  He has a pegleg for a left lower leg and a masterpiece adamantine fishing pole!  As dwarf you imediately recognize that rare-earth metal that most are ignorant of.  The man offers to give you the pole if you can catch Gelym Togeh, the giant sea squid.  You accept and head down to the docks.  The giant squid hooked on your line but your fight for your life is no mach for the squid.  You're swallowed alive.  The beest descends many fathoms to digest his meal.  You reach for your best weapon - the Adamantine fishing pole - but find many Adamantine poles, just like the old fisherman had given you.

[Nukeitall]

Aberrations Abound: The program to create new creatures through various means has met with unqualified success. Perhaps too successful, as the creatures have broken their chains and set their sight on dominion over the world.

Demonic Bargaining: Through powers arcane, you have managed to contact the great lords of the pit. Though fruitful and overwhelmingly beneficial, the cost of bargaining is high: the very souls of those who dwell within the fortress.

Demonic Upheavel: Initially thought to be a standard transaction between a demon and mortal has turned into a disaster. The demon, apparently much more powerful and affluent then previously expected has broken from his chains and marshals an army grand in size and scale. Soon the army itself marches and it's goal is simple - to shatter the very world itself.

[Minuteman]

THE GREAT GAME: You infiltrate a rival civilization with turncoat spies, coordinating their efforts to discover the most secret and ambitious of your enemy's designs. But your selection was poor! You are fed false military movement info by one of your spies and your intervening army falls into a total ambush, being thus slaughtered.

M.S.H.A.: Poor planning causes a mining accident, crippling you. The House representative offers you a bribe to keep quiet, but you refuse, and days later a masked gang beats you with stone-filled sacks then throws you into the chasm.

A SHOW OF ÉLAN: During a major wartime engagement, you lead your squad into a critical but dangerous position, winning the day. The Captain awards you a title of nobility, while your squad's colors become a source of morale and pride for the regiment.

[ September 26, 2007: Message edited by: Minuteman ]

[JT]

WHERE LOYALTIES LIE:

You waltz through a dungeon, slaughtering hordes of evil monsters, until you come across a demon lord.  He knocks aside your weapon and instead of killing you, offers you service in his demon army in recognition for your incredible talent in getting that far.  That night, he kills you in your sleep.

[mikefictiti0us]

DARK ASCENSION  : You utter the last syllable of the ancient and terrible spell. The phalactory in your hand vibrates and your flesh begins to run like tallow. The pain is immense, but with it comes a growing sense of vast and dark power.
When the pain stops and the flood of power ebbs, you glance at your reflection in the mirror. You see a skeletal figure enclosed by a dark aura that seems to swallow the light. A pale and deadly fire burns in the sockets of your eyes. You let loose a fell burst of laughter as you realize the scope of your new power : none shall stand before you and live -- the world will run red with the blood of mortals!