I had nothing to do with it, I swear!
Olin will testify to it, he knows whats good for him.
Its a pity some terrible yet plausible accident cannot strike the child Dastot Tradeblunted, his constant party-going ways are both irritating in that nothing gets done and a personal affront in that I never get invited.
Something must be done! My counter-parties were so far a complete failure. Do these people not like me? After all I have done for them!
I climbed to the terrace/lookout point and raised my complaints to the suitably overcast heavens. I was busy complaining to my god, Igath the Crown of Ruling, when it started raining. Put off by this, its not like the heavens to be so rude to me, I looked around to find a cause. I saw it. Migrants!
Then I understand. The rains. They are a message for he who as the ears to hear them. They announce bad things, in this case the 24 migrants that came from the north west. Truly, I am enlightened.
I confronted the migrants on their trek to the fortress. One of them brought a cat. I took him to the side.
I could see a knowing in his eyes. This was a well travelled dwarf, he knows what it means to own a cat.
I sent him to the southwest, where gores frequent.
Another dwarf, seeing the the recruitment in action came to me. She told me he was a wrestler with experience with crossbows. I told her to speak to Ònul, I don't have time for this stuff.
On my way back I saw Rith heading my way, she looked upset. However, I was not worried, she would never confront me about something I'd done without some kind of armed escort. And I was right. She handed me a paper, an order signed by the king. Very good news.
I recruited her two most vocal advocates, Astesh and the woodcutter Fath Walleddances as well as three useless peasants.
I was busy looking over the fortress' records when I stumbled on something horrifying.
We have a shortage of corpses!
Something must be done! I… Things must die! Fast!
I have forsaken my duties. Sacred duties of more import than simply ruling these pitiful dwarves. My pledge, made on my lover's corpse when I was reborn as the instrument of fury I am now, to keep the rocks of these profane fingers forever saturated in blood has been neglected for too long. Nincompoop, her killer, has long since been slain by me. Vabok, who scorned his responsibilities as leader, is still falling down to the centre of the earth uttering his madness for all I know. Ducim I taunted as he had taunted her until he accepted the only way out. Rith I set on fire, just as she had set our beloved pets fire.
Now, where was I?
Ah yes.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
-------
Ok, I'm done then. The download link is as follows (comes with the modded version of DF, both the mac (what I used) and windows versions included!)
http://www.mediafire.com/?dyywoztmgtyWelcome to The Fingers of Doooom, population 55.
Mind the kobold corpse.
Wouldn't want you damaging its pristine condition of rot.
Author
Topic: Redundantfort: A Succession Fortress (Read 14259 times)