"Okay... that could have gone better."
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From the journal of Scabrist Girethrigoth17 Granite
Spent the past few weeks in the wilds. Lost everything at Eralmorul, even my clothes. Fortunately, I was picked up by a group of travellers going south, from whom I recieved this journal. They also offered me clothes but, somehow, it felt wrong. I've decided to go on in only my dwarven dignity.
23 Granite
I've continued travelling with this band. They say they've left the mountainhomes in search of a new land. Their reasons vary, but most of them seem to be involved in some sort of cult that worships a god of lust, and are trying to escape persecution. Frankly I think the lot of 'em are a few hairs short of a full beard, but they've taken me in, so I suppose I should be greatful.
8 Slate
Continuing south. Despite the fact that we're in spring now the climate is becoming much colder. It's come to the point that I had to inquire if the offer of clothes was still available. My hosts have graciously given me a fine silk cloak and mittens. But more than that, one stolid dwarf even offered to give up a pair of his prized pig tail socks on my account, the very same pair he had once braved a storm of goblin arrows to recover. I was truly touched.
For some reason I'm still not comfortable wearing much, and since these are sufficient to ward off the cold I've declined any further vestments.
12 Slate
Spent the time becoming more aquainted with my companions. It seems none of them have ever been outside the mountainhomes before this. They have no idea of the dangers that are out here! I tried explaining with some stories from my adventuring days of goblins and dragons, in the hope that they might be convinced of returning to the mountainhomes (and taking me with them) but instead they put me in charge of finding them a *new* home. So now... I'm in charge. Of this lot. A hundred leagues from civilization in any direction. Gods help us.
21 Slate
It's now been two months since Eralmorul. Where am I and how did I get here? Still mostly naked.
2 Felisite
Been travelling in a ravine these past few days... One of the children spotted some remains by the brook. They look dwarven, and the skull seems to have been chewed on by... something large.
9 Felisite
We're in a blizzard now. Just a few hours before it hit, the hunter said he spotted some stonework on the mountain south of the ravine. I'm going to have us make for it in the morning.
A train of nine dwarves labored up the mountainside through the blinding snow. At length, they came to a spot where the slope eased and flattened, and the dark sillouttes of trees could be seen. An arm of the mountain disappeared into the east, and beyond was a bridge over a shallow gulley. Recognizing the rough dwarven stonework, the lead dwarf, wrapped in a cloak and little else, called to his companions that shelter was only a little further. As they passed over it, they saw that there had once been a battle here. Corpses of dwarves and some greater creature, stripped of their flesh by predators, littered the vale floor. And before them out of the snow rose a fortress, silent and dark in the howling winds.
One of their number, a hunter, broke from the group to investigate. If he had held any hopes of seeking shelter or aid from that place, they vanished as soon as he saw the horrors that were inside. The hunter stumbled down the sall hill and ran to the group.
"Orcs!" he hissed, "Orcs did this! We shouldn't have come. We should-"
They suddenly took notice of a large archway dug into the mountain. A lone dwarf stood there, watching them. The company crossed several more bridges before arriving at the base of a low terrace cut from the living rock, and the dwarf came a little ways out from the shelter of the arch to meet them.
"What is this place?" The lead dwarf asked.
"This place..." She seemed to find her voice. "This place is Angirod, and the blood of Armok's people and their enemies flows from its gates."=======================================================================
Right then. So this is really my first time trying a community fort and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. With that said, this was originally going to be just another fort until 3 years into it, I play witness to one of the bloodiest and most poetic massacres I've ever seen on a computer screen.
It even had a heroic last stand at the end, where around 10 surviving soldiers and armed peasants charged two full squads of orcs and held them long enough that 3 miners, an armorer and her baby could seal themselves into a magma duct. One of the miners, also one of my original seven and wife of the expedition leader, snapped and crippled the armorer and one of the other miners, then totally lost it and jumped in the magma. And the now-errant baby happily followed her in. All that happened 5 months ago. This is the fortress currently:
http://mkv25.net/dfma/map-6022-angirod (I err... had some difficulty getting it uploaded at first... long story short, ignore the comments)
So now there's two cripples and one miner to care for them.
The active miner, Fikod Icysacks
Love the name
The not so active miner, Mistem Snakewinds
This one apparently lost her husband and three children in the attack. Has a mangled leg.
And the armorer, Atis Finfountains
She has a mangled head
A hunter (Deathlord)
An animal dissector
A cook (Cookie)
A metalsmith
Another animal dissector
And two peasants (Ark and Ousire)
Pick your dwarf, your name, your profession and whatever else. We have 6 months before the orcs return.
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Topic: Angirod Volalzustash - The Bloody Gates (community) (Read 1052 times)