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[MrGimp]

Can I please have a dwarf in this hellhole of a fort?  His name should be Nix and can he be one of the Khamerites?

No problem.  Youre in.

[MrGimp]

The Khamerites have run out of wood in the courtyard several times.  With elves, goblins, and kobolds attacking us in wave after wave of endless nuisance, the trees outside the walls are now too dangerous to gather.  In an effort to keep her Khamerite slaves working, and also out of spite towards the elves, the Empress has ordered the underground forests of Blockedlance to be clear-cut, and the tower cap logs brought to the surface for use by the Khamerites.



The surface constructions continue unabated.  The inn and the tavern now have new floors, and construction of the inn's roof has begun.

When the Humans come, our new trader Denisol Noblerope is there to greet them at the depot.



Remember that slip up many years back, where I had accidentally left raw adamantine as an acceptable stone to use in crafts?  Well I didnt realize how much we had made until the haulers brought this bin to the depot.



Of course we did not sell these precious trinkets to the humans.  We shall keep them for ourselves....even though no one here has the cash to buy this gaudy stuff.  That is irrelevant!

Anyhoo...the dwarf Nil has gotten himself a very interesting new hobby.  He has taken a liking to carving crafts and totems out of the bones and skulls of our dead enemies.  All the dwarves marvel at his talents.



Tallpanzer has not developed such a lovely habit however.  He has taken to dropping fat in the main hallway on the first level.  The main entrance to the fort is now strewn with lard.



Is this some new style of decor?  Is he trying to get dwarves to slip on the lard piles?  What kind of a sick bastard spreads lard around the fortress?

Oh well.  We'll leave our lye maker to his fat fetish.  Let's check up on Xanthius 2.0, the Khamerite noble who was struck with a kobold arrow in the lower spine.



Oh, that's gotta hurt.  Bed ridden for the rest of his life in the old abandoned peasant quarters.  Dozens died in that area due to the flooding, and now Xanthius would lay crippled and immobile until old age crept over him.  His tears and cries of agony will delight the Empress and the Blood God for years to come.  Huzzah!

[magmaholic]

can i have a dwarf?
a hermit one?
who has sealed himself away,and is using the magma from the channel for his own advantage?(smelter,metalsmiths workshop,entrance traps)
and who is hiding from the madness of the freaky (but extremely badass)world?
that would be cool :3
name him tor.

if that is too much asked,i just want a dwarf named tor .-.

[NobodyPro]

The spirit of NobodyPro floated through the hallways, seeing everything through a purple haze, trying to find some amusement in his undeath. Spooking Tallpanzer as he hauled fat had been fun but even ghosts get bored of doing the same thing.
He drifted past his mother, she was trying to teach his sibling how to scalp an elf but they weren't interested. The only thing stopping him from going stark raving mad was the pretty doors he always floated through. He went into the dining room and sat down, by that I mean his spirit lowered itself to the hight he would have been when he sat down for a headbutting competition with the other children.
Suddenly, someone sat on him. The purple mist disappeared, the beautiful smell of dozens of filthy unwashed bodies filled his nostrils and the familiar taste of +kitten sweetbread biscuit+ filled his mouth. He was alive, somehow...

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Re-dorfing please, any gender, any profession. Named Nullus and doesn't draw attention to the fact that they are possessed by the ghost of one of the queen's dead children.  Let the story of NobodyPro's spirit begin.

[MrGimp]

Heh, If the elves think they'll breach blockedlanced then they're far from right. Also any news on my dwarf nuthulu? Hopefully he hasn't been crushed, maimed, burned, executed, drowned or been sacrificed.

Im still looking for a good place to put him.  I was going to put him in the old Eribite cave out in the foothills that was never inhabited, but then I figured I would give you your own hermit cave.  I havent dug it yet though.

can i have a dwarf?
a hermit one?
who has sealed himself away,and is using the magma from the channel for his own advantage?(smelter,metalsmiths workshop,entrance traps)
and who is hiding from the madness of the freaky (but extremely badass)world?
that would be cool :3
name him tor.

if that is too much asked,i just want a dwarf named tor .-.

Hmmmmm.....

Ill add Tor.  Ill think about the magma.  Precious precious magma.

The spirit of NobodyPro floated through the hallways, seeing everything through a purple haze, trying to find some amusement in his undeath. Spooking Tallpanzer as he hauled fat had been fun but even ghosts get bored of doing the same thing.
He drifted past his mother, she was trying to teach his sibling how to scalp an elf but they weren't interested. The only thing stopping him from going stark raving mad was the pretty doors he always floated through. He went into the dining room and sat down, by that I mean his spirit lowered itself to the hight he would have been when he sat down for a headbutting competition with the other children.
Suddenly, someone sat on him. The purple mist disappeared, the beautiful smell of dozens of filthy unwashed bodies filled his nostrils and the familiar taste of +kitten sweetbread biscuit+ filled his mouth. He was alive, somehow...

---

Re-dorfing please, any gender, any profession. Named Nullus and doesn't draw attention to the fact that they are possessed by the ghost of one of the queen's dead children.  Let the story of NobodyPro's spirit begin.

Ok Nullus is in.

[MrGimp]

The construction on the tower base continues at a fairly rapid pace (considering how massive it is).  After the careless accident that had resulted in the death of a royal prince, Urist had assigned the architect Imhotep to help the young Giovanni build the tower.  Imhotep grumbled at having to help the young upstart who had stolen his own designs for a tower....but what could he do?  It was something to do other than mope around in the sunny courtyard all day....and at least he could finally work on his tower.  That was some rare good news.

"Great, then you will advise Giovanni on this project." said Urist at the end of their meeting in the royal throne room.  She was about to dismiss them when Giovanni spoke up.

"Err....your majesty?" asked Giovanni, with fabricated meekness. 

"Yes?"

"Are you making a Khamerite my boss?  Do I really have to listen to him?"

Urist sighed.  "No.....of course not.  Uhhhhh......actually, I'm making him your slave!  Yes.  That's it."  Urist explained, trying to soothe the young Kurkite's ego.

"Oh....well that's good then."  Giovanni smiled and gave a cruel look to Imhotep, who stood next to him wearing ankle and wrist irons.

"Yes.....I command only that you listen to his wisdom on architectural matters."  She glowered at the brash young dwarf.  "If another one of my children die I will chain you outside in a stockpile of booze.  During the next assault you will burn, boil, and explode."

Giovanni gulped deeply.  "Yes your majesty."

At that they were dismissed back to their construction task.


 
Construction had to take a brief pause when Giovanni was forced by fate to attend the funeral of his mother.



Our Dungeon Master Petbeard has died.  She joins her lover Kurk Quorcane in the catacombs....



This is a devestating blow, and now both parents of the Kurkish clan are gone.  The eldest heir Johann Schmidt was captive in a dark goblin fortress somewhere, and so the clan was now headed by Denisol, the heir apparent.

[MrGimp]

Another wave of goblins assault our land.  Jazz and MadMonkey are there to repel them.



They charge into the flames.  Behind them the bridge is burned....again.



A Kurkish child happened to be walking across that bridge, however....



...and they were soon bathed in lava.




The battle was over, and the chaos subsided.  There, Lord Jazz, hero of Blockedlance, stood clutching at his heart.  His left arm tingled.  His vision blurred.  His breath became more and more labored.  He gasped for air, as he punched his chest trying to keep his heart beating.  It was to no avail.  There, unwounded and unscathed, Lord Jazz Theatretamed the Constructive Confusion of Dying, keeled over and died of old age.



Tazgrent may have died of old age, but he had spent most of his life in civilian jobs.  Lord Jazz had spent his entire existence at Blockedlance in martial service.  He surpassed Akigagak and Akhier as well as his adopted father Captain Jack Spireknife to become the deadliest of our military dwarves.  It is incredible that he has killed even more enemies than Lord Akigagak Citylancers, the Romantic Flayer.....but it is true.



With one hundred and thirteen notable kills, and two hundred and ten total kills, he surely has a favored seat in Valhalla, right next to the Blood God. 

It is amazing to see a combat dwarf survive this long.  He survived elven bow, kobold arrow, and goblin firebreath.  Lord Jazz once fought two demons at once all by himself.  The demons were modded by Armok and had damblock of 30000, size 30000, and attacks of 30000.  Lord Jazz is the mightiest warrior that has ever lived, and that ever could live.  It was a gift of the blood god that he managed to live this long and die of a grey beard after a victorious battle.  There is not enough beer in all the world to drink this dwarf a worthy toast.

All hail Jazz Theatretamed, the Constructive Confusion of Dying!!!  Blood for the Blood God!!!

[JacenHanLovesLegos]

All hail Jazz, (very) distant cousin of Ironblood!

[Tradanbattlan]

Godsspeed, noble warrior.

[Chessrook44]

Ironically, were he Viking, he wouldn't go to Valhalla because he didn't die in battle.  He died after.

Regardless, All Hail.  Perhaps he'll be going down in history amongst the other greats...

[MrGimp]

But Jazz was simply too mighty to fall to an enemy blade.  Surely the gods forgive him for this.

[Tradanbattlan]

Oh, um, how's those kobold capturing plans going? I'm sure it'd hardly occur to them in the middle of being assailed constantly, but damn it'd be neat.

[Jackrabbit]

You did me proud, kiddo. You did me proud.

Man, I've a lot of pages to catch up on. More fool to me for not keeping up, I guess.

Ironically, were he Viking, he wouldn't go to Valhalla because he didn't die in battle.  He died after.

Regardless, All Hail.  Perhaps he'll be going down in history amongst the other greats...

From the sounds of it, Death cut him down because he was sick of waiting. I think that qualifies.

e: ha, oh man, Constructive Confusion of Dying, how appropriate.

[NRDL]

I truly love this fort.  I have read this from the beginning until now.  I really can't believe that this whole epic story hasn't ended yet, although I hope it lives for a while longer.  May Armok bless Blockedlance!

[liam1994]

wow this is one awesome fort .

can i have a dwarf please hopefully he wont die too soon.