Salutations, everyone. Here is a narrative of my adventures as Lin Sabreswam, Hammerman, having begun playing Dwarf Fortress again just yesterday after a long absence.
Yesterday, I found that an adventurer with no more than a rank of Proficient in Dodger and Shield User is capable of carrying on an indefinitely long battle with a Bronze Colossus. I cheesed a bit, because I never succeed in much before being murdered by a stray arrow in adventure mode, and decided to just hold down the directional arrow towards the Colossus. Soon enough I was a Legendary Fighter/Hammerman/Dodger/Shield User with all of the related attributes at Superhuman and ready to face the world!
Escaping was a bit of a difficulty, though my helpful neighborhood Giant Wrens soon came along to distract the Colossus. I stumbled upon a nearby Dragon's lair and decided I might as well have some FUN, and test the limits of this (to my inexperienced mind) GOD of an adventurer; Sparkybreath then proceeded to put a claw between my right arm and weapon hand.
Unperturbed by this new development, I decided that bringing a warhammer to a firefight was a bad idea and instead grabbed my copper knife. The end results of the combat was a mild increase in my throwing skills, at least thirty ancillary casualties from the dragonfire, and one very mad dragon with lacerated legs and a copper knife hilt-deep in its flank. Somewhat disappointing compared to the Cacame-esque dragon trouncing I had anticipated, but nonetheless better than I had ever done. I left well enough alone, and the dragon to its meal of well-done peasant steak.
Fate would then carry me on a crusade against the evil and improbably numerous dingo packs oppressing the citizenry, a long series of battles that left me jaded to the horrors of extermination warfare and without the hope of proper loot. Tired of this life I had been forced into, I began a trek through the blasted wastelands of the south, hoping to find my purpose in the world (and, let's be honest, at least ONE rusted-through blade or helm for my troubles). No sooner had I crossed a great river running red with the blood of the unnamed fallen, did I find my first opponent. A rotting, barely animate Foul Blendec.
I strode confidently towards my foe, and while I like to think my cloak was flapping majestically in the wind at the time, I don't doubt the evil locus I had stumbled into sought to spite me even in regards to drama. My hammer came down once, twice, blows that would end even the most stubborn Canid, but the Blendec was unmoved by my efforts. Unused to any foes since Sparkybreath displaying such fortitude, I decided to err on the side of caution and step back to lob rocks at a safe distance.
Unfortunately, that one short step was my undoing. As I tried to retreat, the Blendec matched my pace and threw such a blow that it's a wonder the few fibers still keeping its wrist whole didn't simply disintegrate, and I found myself with a fist-sized hole in my skull and a rotting section of arm where my grey matter belonged.
In the midsummer of 2, Lin was struck down by the zombie foul blendec Balancedrhymed in The Strangled Jungle.
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