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[Enzo]

Loot the bins and bust a hole in those fortifications. Compromising fort defenses is a small price to pay when searching for booze.

[Aqizzar]

Take the copper bolts and throw them at the pack animals.  So the wagon won't run off with the booze.

[zchris13]

Why don't we just go through the door?

[Aqizzar]

Because the booze is outside.  I mean, it's right there.  Just need these dang fortifications out of the way.

[zchris13]

But we can't fly.  The bridge is most likely off the ground.

[Enzo]

Then we construct a floor with the stone from mining out the fortification.

Think dwarfier!

[Org]

Hail dwarves

[Cajoes]

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Nothing else to it. That booze is yours by... something something. You equip your mighty weapon and channel all your dorfdom into a sundering attack against the offensive fortification!

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POW!

Early update. But I've been staring at the screen for hours now and decided to forcibly eject this stupid thing onto the web 'lest it will get caught in writer's bloc indefinitely.

Here's the rest of it.

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Ahah! The beer thieves are preparing to escape by cart! You ready your mighty bolts and lacking a proper launcher, you throw the heavy bundles bovinewards, in order to disable their infernal cow powered machine!

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The results are less than impressive.

You are starting to question your judgement. Truly your lack of alcohol is starting to affect your finely tuned dorf cerebral faculties. Why else would you bother breaking a vital defensive installation, there's a bloody door right over there that leads to the front.

You wonder why those dwarves are assembled out front. The trade depot is on the other side of the mountain.

[Dragooble]

go through door.

[Enzo]

Trade a stack of bolts for booze? Assuming it's a caravan.

[Dr. Johbson]

Jump down, like a true dwarf.

[Myroc]

Go back in, out the front door, approach the caravan and GET THE BOOZE!

[zchris13]

GET THE BOOZE.

[metorical]

best. thread. ever.

[Cajoes]

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Your beard practically tingles with the promise of booze. You gather what remains of your dorfitude and prepare to make the leap alcoholwards...

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... You suddenly realise your alcohol deficiency has caused your dorfitude to drop dramatically. Even small heights would likely pop your knees like a dorf noble pops fine drinks.

Lolor Lolorbidom would probably complain as well if you tried using him to cushion your fall.

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You opt to just use the bloody door.

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You stand in front of the mighty fortress of the Towers of Defending. You spot a fellow dorf in front of you. Your alcohol system has reached a critical low and already you can feel colour draining from your vision. Soberity is a awful and drab depressing sensation.

You vaguely recall your schooling's biology lessons, on how dorfs long ago developed the means to shield themselves from the grim reality of their situation in ancient times by imbiding copious amounts of fermented fruit juices. This sparking the birth of dorfen civilization.

You snap yourself from such pointless thoughts and steel yourself for further symptoms.

The dorf in front of you appears to be waiting for something or someone.