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[killran]

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The scarred, fat goblin sat down on the front step of the hut, a wooden tankard of longland beer held in his single hand, and thought. He had just finished ploughing a field near the village with the other peasants, which promised to yield a large crop at the next harvest. The day before he had made repairs to the roof of one of the huts, and gathered plants. Some things were difficult with only one arm, but he managed.
He took a swig of beer and set the tankard down beside him, using his hand to trace the many scars across his green skin, his expression absent. He remembered, ever since he'd been a child, a strange urge for travelling, for adventure, had existed within him. Astot had once told him, years ago, that no-one knew who his parents were... He had been found abandoned as an infant, under a rock near the village, screaming his tiny head off and only shutting up when he was given booze. Maybe Astot had known more? Warghui had never been able to get any more information from him... And now Astot was dead, fallen during Warghui's failed plan to conquer the human kingdom.
He heaved a great sigh, and gathered up his tankard once more.
"Nah agains, nah." He mumbled to himself. "Nah worf all da shit, all da good gobboes dyin', yah."
But still, the lust for adventure tugged at him... He glanced down at the nicked, well-worn dagger in his belt, now unused for quite some time... He remembered slaughtering countless humans with it, feeling truly alive as he danced between their clumsy weapons, effortlessly dealing death... He remembered the fear, glory and excitement of his first battle... He remembered plunging his dagger into dragons, and avenging his friend Ago... He remembered the glory...
He shook his head angrily, tossed his drink aside into the dirt and walked back inside, gathered up an axe and went out with the other male goblins from the village to cut wood.
He'd had enough adventure. Several from his village died because of it.

In spoilers this time, for Mister Uzu Bash's benefit...
Anyway, some fast facts about Warghui:
He is a member of the goblin civilization, The Natural Seducer.
He was a legendary hero in 39 pages (in legends mode) of societies, an enemy of several, and respected by most of his enemies, too.
He made 160 notable kills, including a dragon, a few night creatures, a giant, a forest titan, and LOADS of humans, kobolds and goblins, amongst others. Also, the two armies he led, first of humans against night creatures and other monsters harassing the human kingdom, and the second of goblins rampaging through the human kingdom, would have got several hundred kills, most of which he helped in.
He had 56 other kills, including a lot of bogeymen, an alligator, a black bear, and four sasquathches amongst others.
He first left his home village of Witchrhyme in 99, and settled back there over a year later in 100.

He is also by far my best adventurer yet!
His only weapon was a large copper dagger, with a steel shield also strapped to the same arm.
He had, uhh... A copper mail shirt and a bronze helm, with larch greaves as his armour... Also maybe some copper high boots, I think.

One time, I was wondering why he was moving so slow, with supergoblin agility at 300 and something speed... And I opened his backpack to find three entire dragon corpses in there. Whoops. :/
All in all his adventure was awesome fun!

EDIT: Also, another thing I just found out from legends mode: All the goblin civilization's settlements had been pillaged at least once by the nasty humans. :/

Wait, don't we get to read about the final battle? Was looking forward to that whichever way it went (obviously not the right way )

Ahh well great story anyway, you write about the detail really well, draws you in

[Dryvus]

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My dwarf seems to have acquired a magical disintegrating backpack. I noticed it was missing after fighting a frost wyrm, and then learned that there is a chance it can be knocked off while fighting. Scoured the lair a couple of times and found it. Then I picked up a couple nice items and set off to return to the world map. About fifteen tiles away from the entrance, all the items in my backpack fell to the ground, and said backpack is nowhere to be seen. I can't rule out my own incompetence/having done something I didn't realize/that I might be terrible at noticing the item I'm looking for in lists, so it's extra frustrating. But if anyone else has had a backpack or piece of equipment that phases in and out of existence, do tell.

I'm pretty sure that's just clothing items falling apart from overuse.

I was thinking that too, but he was a practically brand new adventurer, definitely less than a week in. None of his items were showing wear.

[Cannabust]

http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=51245.msg1737652#msg1737652

14th of Galena/420/Opuxah/The Eternal Dimension

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Ahab and his band reached Lethari later in the afternoon, and corned the creature in her lair. Ahab launched his bronze pick at the beast, tearing her leg and fracturing the bone, and the group smashed into her, ripping her stomach and spilling her guts. It was a lasher who killed her, jamming it's brain through the skull. Ahab went to Caveswelter to report his deed as done..

15th of Galena/420/Opuxah/The Eternal Dimension

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In Caveswelter the law giver reported Lethari as dead, and was given another assignment, to kill a hydra as Mosl Freshraw. Ahab grinned and went to kill the beast, and he set off, unaware of the threat that lay ahead.
When Ahab entered the beasts lair he was forced into a tiny crevice in the front of his comrades, and the Hydra attacked ferociously, tearing Ahab's arm off and ripping his head from the seams. The group grimaced in horror and scattered, and soon most of the team was slaughtered by the Hydra.

And Ahab is no more D: he was torn to shreds by that Hydra, but it's for the best, I was beginning to grow tired of keeping track of his exploits. Ah well, such is life an adventure mode. I demand a new adventurer, this time a human named Castro!

[Uzu Bash]

I've killed all the bandits in reach. I've been sent after one that's almost a whole day away and in the middle of nowhere, so getting there would leave me with the bogeymen. There's a lair I can take shelter on the way, if I'm ready to fight a hydra for it, which I'm not.

So I'm wrestling and shield-bashing aligators for practice. They're not hostile, but they can get unpredictably violent, and I've taken a few scars from them. One particularly bad leg injury that was fortunately a flesh wound inspired me to practice my crutch-walking, cause at the rate I'm tempting fate I may need it.

Hobbling around in the late afternoon, I came across a river and found I could train both crutch-walking and swimming, so I took the opportunity while there was still daylight. With night falling and a house just a little way away, I put away the crutch and hurried for cover, so I thought -- night fell a lot faster than it should've. I didn't notice until I was surrounded by cackling that my movement rate remained the same as crutchspeed.

Too late to go into sneakmode, I dove across the river, not realizing the other side was almost completely blocked by cliffs, yet somehow managed to swim directly at the 1-tile slope to safety. The bogeymen were chewing and clawing at me from behind, but I saw the house and kept toward it. Humans poured out from the door and started whacking on the bogeymen, who ignored them for my blood. As soon as I made it through the door, they vanished. Like Toady says, it really is personal!

But nothing was critically damaged, and I found that dropping the crutch restores movement speed, and picking it up into backpack won't activate it.

[Bookdust]

I just beat my first minotaur. I did it by the skin of my teeth, early on it was pretty one sided, with me slashing and severing various tendons and ligaments and getting the big beast bleeding, but toward the end of the fight she managed to grab my lower leg with her upper leg, lock and break my leg at the knee. I was pretty sure I was done for then, I was worried about my future walking and adventuring prospects, but of more immediate concern was passing out from pain and getting gored in the head while I was out. Thankfully I had cut off one of her hands and that added to the other damage I'd done was enough to break her down due to blood loss. And resting up healed my leg up enough for me to walk on it.

I got some steel armor out of the deal too. Life as an adventurer is good.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

[...]The Chaste Shell-Cinder of Babies[...]
I don't think you'll have much luck with that marriage...

[Urist McUristy]

Recently a Commander and his goons ambushed me. He told me to tell everyone who his group was, so I slaughtered his goons and tortured him, then left him alive with plenty of broken bones and made sure he would live through it.

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No chance of him bleeding out and having an easy death.

[Jacob/Lee]

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The irony? I got this sword after a dwarf wrestler stole my +copper long sword+, so I mauled a dwarven swordsman with a sandal and stole his sword & shield, now missing my shield arm because of an encounter with a steel-plated dwarf swordsman, I run around killing things with this sword.

[Yoink]

Wait, don't we get to read about the final battle? Was looking forward to that whichever way it went (obviously not the right way )

Ahh well great story anyway, you write about the detail really well, draws you in

Thanks! About the whole final battle thing... I'd planned for Warghui to lead his band of goblins into the castle, Foldedbalanced, and attempt to take it over, but... It vanished. Seriously, it just -wasn't- there.
I pillaged a few other castles, but it wasn't as cool. *sigh*

[Uzu Bash]

Finally getting a little respect, and some of the better missions. After a cyclops and a hydra, I scavenged enough decent clothes to get rid of the elfrag. Still not cocky enough to face down bogeymen -- whenever they show up, I feel like I'm in a scene from Pitch Black.

And now...the dragon. My shield skill still isn't quite up to this. I expect my nice new clothes are going to be turned to ash before long.

[Cannabust]

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I'm going crazy, and damn it Ajax Gearauthor is the reason for it all!

I guess I should start at me first, my name is Perad Fissureflickers and I was a peasant, back before Ajax or any of the other damned people I would call my companions. I did not like the peasant life, it was lowly and I longed for adventure, with my father telling me stories of his adventures throughout the world, but I was not strong or fast enough to see the world and live to tell about it. Then Ajax came around, he spoke like a dealer and carried an axe with him, and he told the citizens of my little hamlet his story of triumph, how he slaughtered a bandit leader mercilessly with an arrow through his skull. He asked for volunteers to join him on his next expedition to kill a creature of the night, he called her the moon ogre and said her name was Rayali Tuftholes, and told anyone willing to join him to talk to him immediately. I did not want to miss this opportunity so I rushed to meet him, but when I did mean him...
 
He smelled of stale beer and blood splattered his equipment, one of his eyes was bulging, from what he told me was a "dwarven prostitute gone mad with the spirits" and he slouched slightly, but he was still bigger than I was and it felt as though I was in the presence of a hero. Ajax said he would allow me to follow him, but to avoid getting in the way of any weapons, to which I was happy to agree, he even brought along a maceman he found in town, so I felt confident, and thats when things got bad.

Ajax found the moon ogre's lair the next day after rest, and entered without any fear, the maceman followed with a grimace and I went last, this was the best choice, in retrospect, because as soon as the maceman entered the night creature rushed it inside the tiny little entrance corridor while Ajax managed to somehow get behind the moon ogre. She smashed the maceman's head in two and covered me in his blood, I shrieked and the Ogre sent her sights on me, but Ajax was fast, and he threw a bolt into the beast, fracturing her leg and dropping her, he then hacked into her for what seemed like hours as I stood in a haze, blood washing over me with his of his slashes with the axe. She died eventually ... from blood loss, but Ajax continued to hack at her. As night approached he said we should sleep in the cave and so we did, or atleast Ajax did. I did not sleep at all, I heard the whispers of ghosts and old ones, telling me of my coming death at the hands of a morbid beast, as the maceman infront of me had. I never even got his name, but he lays there in front of the door, a stump on top of his neck where his head once was. I'm demanding Ajax to take me back home in the morning, this adventuring business is too much for me...

I tried to get a tileset to work with my copy of DF and that did not work, Opuxah is still available as a region however now Ahab is no longer dead thanks to an old save, he's just chillin at Caveswelter, maybe Ajax will go pick him up?!

Either way yay for retconning old plot lines!

[Bookdust]

I just beat a Frost Wryn (ironically known as Ekala Diamondparches the Jade Warmth) and it blasted me with it's freezing breath. Thankfully I didn't turn into an ice sculpture and put it down without taking a scratch myself. Ever since though I get messages telling me that I'm freezing (solid and to death alternating) but then nothing ever happens and it goes away for awhile. I keep checking my health status and I see no active effects and no damage. Is this a bug or just a really slow version of hypothermia?

[Langdon]

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I've been operating out of the fortress of Angelembrace, leading long-range patrols north into goblin-held territory, twice on punitive strikes at the hamlets of Asnuomosp ("Fightvile") and Songuznuk ("Scourgeyouth"). This is my sixth patrol this month - of the eighteen men we started out on this particular patrol, only five have any combat experience (excluding me), and only the Sergeant has lived through more than three patrols. The rest are all raw recruits, fresh out of the fortress guard.

We travel by night, resting during the daytime, wary of goblin and kobold patrols in this stinking swamp.

Our route takes us north through the Humorous Mire, where we stopped at an old goblin camp we destroyed on the last patrol. No opposition save for a lone kobold swordsman, who we easily dispatched.

A goblin patrol stumbled on our campsite, luckily we only lost one recruit who caught a crossbow bolt in the eye. At dusk, we shoulder our packs and slog northwest through the swamp, describing a wide circle around the goblin stronghold of Uspslolzom ("Pricedfiend"). We circle west, then south, investigating a couple more campsites, and finding nothing but kobold bones. Three days in the field, going on fourth, and we start the last leg of the patrol back to base.

Crossing the Tenacious Plains, the no-man's land between the goblin swamps and friendly territory. Maybe it was the prospect of hot food and comfortable beds waiting for us, maybe it was the fatigue of five days in the field, maybe our flankers got sloppy. They jumped us, goblin arrows from all directions, cruel whips striking down recruit after recruit. I lost count of how many goblin heads I bashed in with my warhammer, how many crossbow bolts I dodged, how many bruises I took from goblin-iron smashing against my armor.

Now we are here, half a day's travel from Angelembrace. Seven of us are left, seven out of the original eighteen, six humans and a dwarf, two greviously wounded. We lost the Sarge as well, so I'm putting in for a field promotion for Cog the dwarf as soon as we get back to base.

We're not really looking forward to getting back home. The brass will likely just turn us around, fill our ranks with eleven new recruits, and march us back out the gate on the next patrol.

I only have enough rep with the human civ to hire 17 companions (goblin patrols don't give reputation unless there's a named leader). I hit goblin towns and slaughter gobby civilians to hopefully train up my fortress recruits, but I usually lose most of them to goblin patrols along the way.

And yeah, I'm getting a nice 'Nam vibe off this particular game, I might roll up another adventurer and run patrols out of the same fortress once this one dies or retires.

[Kobold Troubadour]

I just beat a Frost Wryn (ironically known as Ekala Diamondparches the Jade Warmth) and it blasted me with it's freezing breath. Thankfully I didn't turn into an ice sculpture and put it down without taking a scratch myself. Ever since though I get messages telling me that I'm freezing (solid and to death alternating) but then nothing ever happens and it goes away for awhile. I keep checking my health status and I see no active effects and no damage. Is this a bug or just a really slow version of hypothermia?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frostbite

In your status window you could also look at your description, where it will most likely show the frostbitten parts. Better wash off all the substance covering you cuz' you could end up being an icicle before long and then actually melting, leaving no trace of a body. I think it can also act like the necrotic effects where the badly afflicted part just falls off.

[Bookdust]

Whew! Thanks, you just saved my ass.