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[Omnidum]

Hey if there's still any warrios left to take, can I be a Hammerdwarf called Croqueteer as a nickname?

[LegoLord]

Guess what?  I'm back, y'all.  Next update soon.
Sure thing Omnidum.  That probably means your dwarf will be the one to get that artifact hammer.  Lucky dog.

Oh, and something I forgot to mention.  Only Sheena, Fireheart, and Morul have nice new armor because there's no more protosteel and no stone flux to make it.  Bubbles took out Xuspgas with only a pair of leather low boots, leather greaves, a copper mace, a wooden shield, and civilian clothes.  Damn.

[LegoLord]

24th Limestone, Autumn, 107
   As the goblin squad turned into the entrance, a brave marksdwarf named Uvash Cunninggirders the Saturnine Visionary of Daggers charged forward firing bolts at the goblins.  He was a fairly accomplished marksdwarf, but he had six kills to his name.  Nako the Elite Bowman began firing at him.  No other marksdwarves were close enough to back him up.  An arrow flew into his left leg, bringing him to the ground in pain.  He fired a few bolts at one of the wrestlers now swarming him before another arrow went through his right hip.  He fell unconscious.

   Sheena cried out, “CHARGE!” as she saw this.  Despite having command of his own squad, Fireheart followed her, bringing his squad with him.  They knew it was too late.  Uvash was bleeding too heavily.  Yet they continued to charge in confidence that they could defeat entire armies.  They were doing so now, but that was irrelevant. 

   Sazir the axedwarf reached them first.  He quickly sent a wrestler back into the moat past his fellow fighters.  Likot, or “Croqueteer” as he was known to his friends, came up close behind.  Morul’s squad began firing from behind the statues lining the inner side of the moat.  An arm flew off of a goblin that was busy fighting Sazir.  He then turned towards a pikeman and made a slash at it.  He missed, leaving himself open to a blow from the goblin that sent him into the moat.

   “Eye fer an eye.” the goblin muttered.  The dwarves that had seen this swarmed on him, a great force of bearded vengeance.  As this happened, Croqueteer charged forward.  A wrestler broke his right arm as he passed.  Sheena saw him running within range of Nako the bowman as she knocked another pikeman into the moat.

   “Get back in here Croqueteer!” she yelled.  He looked back at her, but went on running.  Nako ignored him completely.  He ran right by the goblin’s squad and ran for the hills.  He was fleeing.  The rest of the dwarves charged at the remains of Nako’s squad.  Fireheart himself went for Nako, but the bowman was fleeing to the north before the swordsman could get there.  He settled for a wrestler instead, chopping off it’s left leg at the knee.  The rest of the now-weary warriors tormented the other goblins too slow to flee.

* * * * *

   Croqueteer found himself being attacked by a kobald thief as he fled.  It stabbed him in the leg.  He fought with it briefly before an arrow from the foot of the hill hit him through the chest.  He fell dead as the kobald ran through the newly arrived goblin squad, stabbing a wrestler in its left hand as it passed.  The goblins moved forward at the signal whistled from Nako.  The warriors of Libash Tobat were tired and without the protection of their precious walls . . .

   . . . Fireheart charged the wrestlers leading the new charge.  He felt confident that he could take them on his own at this point.  He was swarmed by the goblins, who fought poorly.  Fireheart grew cocky and careless.  Just as he was about to deal a pointlessly dramatic deathblow, a goblin threw a punch at him from the side.  He jumped back, not having payed attention to his position on the skyway.  As he fell he shut his eyes . . .

I've got to cut this short.  Once this is done, I swear I am going to build some walls around those platforms.

[thunderclan]

I'm going to assume that if he jumped off the skyway that Fireheart is dead?

If so then I'd like a new Dwarf:

Crispin
Sworddwarf
Male

[Omnidum]

Excuse me while I say this: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---

That aside, is there more meat for the grinder? If so, it shall be a marksdwarf called Mudinmo. How unlucky I always am.

[LegoLord]

Yeah, sorry about that Omnidum.  This experience has taught me a lesson; never assign claimed dwarves during high-risk times.

Oh, I just noticed you're new to the forums.  Welcome to Bay12, Omnidum.

[Flintus10]

Hey story has no drama if named dwarves don't die.

AS long as they aren't mine 

[LegoLord]

25th Limestone, Autumn, 107
   Bubbles looked on horrified as his commander fall.  Fireheart had been kind to him in the time he had known Bubbles; he had helped try to catch the little round spheres that came off the soap bars.  He charged, no commander, no comrades, the last of his squad, The Tender Busts.

   He was soon upon a goblin wrestler, beating it to death.  It fell unconscious under the blows from the light copper mace.  He sent it flying, and noticed the rest of the new goblin squad.  A red haze went over his eyes.  He could feel something.  He felt the strength and courage of his great grandfather, Urist DragonFlame the Moist Destroyer, flowing through him.  He charged, dodging and blocking the bolts.  He jumped down off the sky way to meet his opponents, mildly injuring his leg.  His grandfather had never been good at landings.  The pain sent the spirit away, and Bubbles hobbled back to his post.

   The goblins were fleeing.  The saw the wrestler Bubbles had sent soaring through the air, and didn’t want to end up like it.  The siege was over, the battle won.


28th Limestone
   Solon Pinerazor had an idea.  He knew he could not fight to protect his home, but he might have a way to help it’s warriors.  He went to retrieve two bundles of Giant Cave Spider chitin.  Then he took a turtle shell . . .

   Ezum was waiting for a bin to be taken to the trade depot.  The Queen had demanded a gigantic tax on the fort for the old king’s funeral.  The new Queen’s name was Urvad Zonteling.  A dwarf came to her.

   “Ezum, a leatherworker is actin’ funny, stopped workin’ on those backpacks ya ordered an’ took some o’ the cave spider chitin.” the dwarf said.
   “Go get Morul an’ tell her to get down there.”
   The dwarf shuffled it’s feet.  “Um, I was wonderin’, seein’ as how one of the marksmen died in that last siege, um, I’d like to learn how ta use a crossbow.”
   “Fine, whatever.” Ezum couldn’t believe her luck.  She had been planning on looking for some poor sap to trick into the position later, and here one came right to her.  She smiled.
   “Whatever ya want, Mudinmo.” she said.

I'm starting to like Bubbles, I have to admit.  Although, it kind of sucks because the "jump" he made was only one story shorter than Fireheart's fall.

[LegoLord]

19th Timber, Autumn, 107
   “No, no, NO!  I n-ne-need bars! BARS!!!” Solon the leather worker shouted, “There are n-no b-b-BARS!”
   Morul’s squad backed away from the workshop, crossbows at the ready.  “There more’n a hundred bars, Solon, just grab one and be done with it!” Morul shouted.
   “All wrong, all WRONG!!  Need oTHer BARS!!!!  Need, need, . . . bunny money funny chunky clunky funky wunky bunky junky . . .”

   The squad looked on sadly as the dwarf crawled out of the leatherworkers’ shop, babbling.  As he turned away, he began ripping his clothes off.  The squad stopped looking on sadly as he lost his trousers.

   “Poor little thing.”  Mudinmo said.  The squad disbanded for the time being.
   “GIMME TEH SUGOR HAMMER SONNY MCCAT!” Solon shouted.
   “Better get someone to open the shaft in the tower . . .” Morul said.

[LegoLord]

Markavian went and got the DFMA issue sorted out, so here's the fort as of late summer, 107:

http://mkv25.net/dfma/map-4633-libashtobottheaxeofauthority

Let me know what you think about how it looks with that tileset 

[Omnidum]

Looks awesome, especially with the diagonal walls.

And thanks for the welcome.

[Heron TSG]

I like bubbles too... 

and can you add some POI's around that thing?

[LegoLord]

I like bubbles too... 

and can you add some POI's around that thing?

Sorry, around which thing?
Forgive my ignorance, but what is a POI?

Edit:  Oh, points of interest.  Around the map .  They should be the same as the last upload, but I can't figure out how to do that without re-typing everything.

[Heron TSG]

points of interest around the map.

[LegoLord]

24th Moonstone, Winter, 107
   The planter Kogsak Machinenamed was outside on the roof of the entrance to retrieve an item for the stockpiles when a bolt struck out from nowhere into his left hand.

   “Aw shit.  AMBUSH!!” he cried, hoping for the warriors in the barracks below to hear him.  He fell down the ramp onto the lower roof of the entrance as a shower of iron descended upon him.  In his rush he failed to notice he was going the wrong way; he was now cornered, goblins in close pursuit. 

   He made a made dash back towards the ramps, attempting to dodge the goblins.  A maceman hit him in the arm as he passed, stunning him.  He attempted to move, but was hit in the head and knocked back into another maceman.  A final blow sent him flying all the way into the wall of the cliff, where he died.  The goblins then advanced on the entrance.

   The leader, a crossbowman, looked to the south and saw a trader.  As he glared at it with a vague, firey glow to his eyes, he fired a bolt at it.  It went right through both the dwarf’s lungs.  The flame in his eyes grew faintly brighter.  He then fired at a mechanic that had been fleeing for the entrance in the left hip.

   “Come on out, Morul!  The Dark Ones will reward me greatly for your death!  Stasost Pantedscourges is killing your people as she speaks!”  The goblin marksman shouted.  He shot the eyes and throat off of the late trader’s pet donkey.  The fire brightened once more, faintly.
   “By Armok, you sound so cliché!” Morul shouted as she exited from below, “You come all the way here and you don’t even think to say something a bit more original?”
   “Ah!” Stasost fired a bolt, but only hit Kib, one of Morul’s command, in the right arm.  She fired another at Morul, but it was blocked.
   “No, no, you’re supposed to say ‘die!’” Morul said, casually firing at a wrestler.

   Stasost hesitated, only one bolt left in her quiver.  She ran down to the same level as Morul, spotting two more dead goblins.  She fired at the same time as Morul.  Stasost took it through the arm.  Morul didn’t even take it, as the goblin bolt flew several paces away from her.

   “Boy, these lords of yours aren’t so good, are they?”  Morul said, smiling.  Stasost froze in horror.  The glow was already dying, the Dark Ones already aware of her failure.  The goblin shrank.  It charged at Morul, ready to strike with the butt of the crossbow.  Morul shot her through the stomach.
   “Ugh . . .”
   “Well this was boring.” Morul said, firing one last shot.
   “I was shot in the leg!”  Kib complained.
   “Oh waa.  Where the hell is Mudinmo?”
   “Right here sir!”  Mudinmo said, panting, “I saw one get away, sir.  Sorry I’m late sir!!”
   “Eh, just let it go.  I better go tell Ezum about this guy.” Morul responded.  “Go get the wounded, will you?”
   “Yessir!”

That's all for tonight.  Gotta go refresh my creativity (sit around reading like some kind of lazy person).