Wow... My fort was getting slaughtered by the syndrome-spewing giant-teal-finch that killed off the goblin siege, right?
Well, I was getting really frustrated as all my attempts to kill it failed... Not because it was all that deadly, really, but because it's dust simply reached as far as crossbow bolts, and completely paralysed almost INSTANTLY.
So, as it stormed into the last refuge of safety in my poor, long-surviving fort, I opened up DFMode and switched to adventure mode.
I un-retired my epic, legendary adventurer Kornain Fatherravens the Escorted Sewers, who I played before I started this fort, who had been in retirement for over ten years, gathered up his badass, scarred followers and, after asking a peasant which way to my fort, (He mentioned one of the less-deadly forgotten beasts who lived in the caverns) set off for Slaughterrocks.
So we arrived, and it was awesome seeing my fort from an adventurer's perspective, and after a while spent chatting with the survivors I confronted the beast as it gnawed on some child who was seemingly attempting to scratch its feet off.
Now that was freakin' TERRIFYING. I even drew it... A giant, teal-coloured finch with patchy feathers, spurting out a dust that kills almost instantly... D:
But old Kornain, about 50 years old, had seen some scary crap in his time, and ran fowards, timing his charge so he reached the monster between gusts of gas.
Even for him, who could easily decapitate skilled warriors when offbalanced with merely a flick of his sword-wrist, it took some killing. After hacking into it a couple of times, he had to retreat, barely avoiding the next wave of dust it sprayed out as it chewed the poor kid.
Then, one last stroke, and its head flew off. Awesome!
Then, I retired him (And his small army) there, and reclaimed my fort, using Runesmith to make the old-timers citizens again. Sadly, all that screwing around had messed things up, and a winged demon popped out of the sky and bit Kornain's head off.
Oh well, he lives on in our memories.
In other news, I made a goblin adventurer, planning to make my way to Slaughterrocks, and discovered a yak beating on a butcher in a goblin hamlet. The really weird thing is, the yak's wearing a FULL SET OF ROPE READ FIBER CLOTHES. Freakin' goblins.