Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[skaltum]

Blue stuff? Water? Dimple Dye?

the blue cursed stuff that the nobles sought after

[nahkh]

Hm, what was that blue stuff thing about? I forget.

Nevermind figured out what you meant.

[skaltum]

Hm, what was that blue stuff thing about? I forget.

in a nutshell HFS

[nahkh]

Yeah figured out. Never thought of it as blue myself.

But anyways, where the hell is my steel shipment? It's spring already.

[Demonic Spoon]

Oooh! Ok! I get! I'll grow you some dimple dye asap...  Speaking of which, how is my growing skillz coming along?

[skaltum]

Oooh! Ok! I get! I'll grow you some dimple dye asap...  Speaking of which, how is my growing skillz coming along?

mmmmhhhmmmm dimple dye cloaks 

[nahkh]

Urist is an expert grower.

EDIT:
And Pete is down with a yellow leg wound. Good thing we ran into that spring behind the barracks. Otherwise getting water for all these slops would be a tad difficult.

[Demonic Spoon]

Only expert?! More growing!! My 1337 growing skillz must be known throughout the land!

[nahkh]

Urist has been bedridden for a while. Either a training accident or... something or other. It's his right hand.

[Demonic Spoon]

...damnit

[nahkh]

It's not that bad. It's just a yellow wound, it's just taking it's time to heal.
Hey, at least you won't have to risk your neck the next time we have an attack.

[nahkh]

The monotony of winter remained unbroken. The constant weapons training was bringing results, and the new dwarves began to look like a fighting force. It was a little unfortunate that their eagerness to swing their weapons increased faster than their skill, resulting in quite a few accidents.

Scraps between the new fighters were becoming more common. As Skal was taking care of most of the daily business, Lokum promoted Skrymir to be the new sheriff. Bolstered by the new title, Skrymir set up some pretty draconian rules about fighting: Fight outside the ring and spend the night in the pit. Things quieted down quickly after that. Skrymir even got his own office, next to the weapons room.

It was mid-spring when more prisoners arrived. Lokum strode out to watch them with the others. Nil and Skrymir were making jokes about the new arrivals, when they suddenly fell quiet. Lokum followed their gaze.

End of Chapter 2

[skaltum]

well am off topic here but am playin dig deeper now and omg orcs just dont like dying and it dunt help when their mounts keep clogin up the weapon traps 

[nahkh]

Well, orcs have trapavoid. And damblock up the bum. Using blackmetal gear levels the playing field somewhat.

[skaltum]

Well, orcs have trapavoid. And damblock up the bum. Using blackmetal gear levels the playing field somewhat.

yeah i shamefully lost a fort to them because of that so i removed trap avoid to even things up a little. rest is still vanilla orcs but am not dumb enough to charge at em like one of the players in SG 3