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[TolyK]

I somehow got into my fortress (fell 3 z-levels XD)

and I see CAMELS KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF GOBLIN SQUADS!

yeah.


oh, and 1 unicorn too.

[MasterMorality]

Alas, yesterday Toghurr Fogmachine, the Famous Orb of Hushing died. The stubborn, one footed orc would not be dissuaded by a fortress full of snakemen, and returned, once again, to kill the Lord. Still a dabbling crutch-walker, he nonetheless managed to outmanoeuvre, outwit and butcher nearly a score of naga, fending off flames and attacks, before eventually he met his match at the hands of a particularly skilled naga-woman.

While his thrown crossbow bolts had helped before, she blocked and dodged every one and then stuck her spear through his other leg, once again Toghurr found himself on the ground and while he continued to kill several other naga with spear, axe and projectile, the spearwoman would not be undone. While the majority of his efforts went into fending off her attacks, he was the recipient of dozens of other small wounds which eventually sapped his strength and gave the spear-woman an easy kill.

Had she been alone things might have turned out differently. The naga will never forget The Famous Orb of Hushing.

[iceball3]

sums up today killed a dragon, got jump by Kobolds lost a bunch of men in the process
Should I
A) save scum and try something else saving a 20 folks and em from death
or
B continue on knowing I didn't really care about half those guys and I save with a revived female hammerman and a female human engraver who only there to etch tales in pine wood(statues). which is not a bad trade off.

Whichever brings more interesting results for future "experiments".

Went with B for the less men means less Adventurer exploring/tests though my latest set up is testing if we can convert old forts into Towns adventurers can sleep and stay for the night and or retire. then see if I can reclaim said fort/town and expand from it. Though adventurer wealth may be a hard to bank on unless Cage Traps still work. If so then maybe I can just mind control a bunch of folks into triggering the traps and carry them in adventurer mode to the arena. I already found out that dead tame creatures who died from abandonment keep all their body parts in tack when revive so keeping a dragon in the lair is as easy as getting it there.

You can just unforbid and dump things from an adventurers inventory and your dwarves will just go and take that stuff from his/her hands.

[Horizon9]

My Terminator adventurer has been traveling across the world, killing anything that gets in his way.
He has 196 notable kills, one of which is a dragon and another a demon, and 126 other kills.
I've slaughtered enough human towns to earn myself the name of Omuk Monkrampage the Executioner.
I never knew beating heads in with a steel shield would be so much fun.

[Untouchable]

Happened to me lately. Granted, paraphrased what he actually  said.


Goblin Warlord: WAHA! You are now the latest victim of the Blades of- JESUS FUCK A HORSE! I MUST DESTROY IT!

[TCM]

Well, this was my first "real" adventure.
( By real I mean: A. Not getting killed in the first 3 tasks or B. An adventure going around slaying townsfolk until they gang up on you and gourge your brain out.)

WALL O' TEXT ALERT

The Tale of Shadu Girlishflanked The Axewoman

Shadu was a demigodess, born with the power of axes. She was a tall, blond, low-voiced muscular woman.

In 253, she went in the wilds. Shadu went around slaughtering bandits, monsters and other not nice beings arcoss the land of various folk. She aquired a strange, though effective secondary weapon: a stack of ~30 arrows.

Shadu was awoken one night by a brunette knife-wielding Wood Burner, named 'Uci Daggersilvers', and she began Shadu's first companion. The two went around and sliced and stabbed various fiends. Shadu and Uci developed a very close friendship, rumored to be romantic by some. Their party eventually grew from 2 to 4 to 6 and so on. The part always mainly consisted of ladies who hit things with blunt objects.

Soon, Lord Sisterbangs gave Shadu's party tasks. In the first task, Shadu's party was to kill a Night Hag. Shadu was naturally one to travel into the Hag's cave first. Before her companions could even help her, Shadu had already embedded her axe in the Hag's leg, stuck her thrity arrows in the Hag's guts, and was now kicking the Hag in the head until her brain tore, just one of the many cases of Shadu's bad-assery.

Coming back one day from a quest of Sisterbangs, the group was assualted by a gang of goblins under the flag of the 'Malicious Rewards'. Besides one unlucky swordswoman, everyone walked away and no goblin left breathing.

Then, Sisterbangs gave Shadu's party their biggest assignment yet: Destroy the Malacious Rewards. Shadu's army traveled for many nights through the cold and harsh enviornment of the deep north, with several wolf encounters to boot.

Finally, the day came when Shadu met the Malacious Rewards. Outnumbered three-to-one, Shadu prepared for a Spartan-type last stand. The army charged, and Shadu hacked her way to the MR's lord, an elite crossbowman. The crossbowman then was faced with missing feet and a punctured neck.

Shadu and her army were surrounded by now. She fought hard, but she was eventually forced to attempt to flee unarmed. (Literally.) Even as she crawled away, she managed one last kill: she caved in the skull of a goblin hammerman with her right foot. She drifted in and out of conciousness. Soon, everyone on either side of the battle was just about as wounded as her. An injured goblin bowwoman smashed in Shadu's skull, before the goblin herself bled to death.

Everyone at this point was either dead or mortally wounded at this point. Except one person: Usi the stabber. She finished off the remaining goblins and fled into the wilderness. She was the only survivor of any combatant.

Then, the tundra air was quiet.

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I can not just believe I wrote that.

[The Scout]

Modded in sagging pants. Ran into a village with atleast 1000 peasents wearing those pants. Epic battle with curbstomping and pages full of text. Ended up getting beat to death with my pair of dragon leather pants. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeEGKKlszrQ Imagine a single dwarf wearing a full set of candy armor, and dragon leather clothes getting beat up by 1000 poor people. With their pants on the ground.

[Cannabust]

Spoiled for a wall of text

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"Well you seem to have a way with that axe Fel, are you ready for your next task? "
Kasmko asked as Fel and his band of four heroes entered Echoedbottles long and empty halls. Asa stood back and watched the fortress and it's lady with intent eyes, trying to discover Kasmko's plans. Fel stood straight and held his chin high, Kasmko smirking at his new posture.
"I seek justice, Kasmko, nothing more, tell me where I go and the blade of my axe will follow, I only ask to move closer to the Barb of Rot, for personal reasons..."
Kasmko smiled and nodded her head, looking at the band of heroes behind Fel, her smile flipped itself into a frown and her gaze darkened and she focussed back on Fel.
"You and your warriors are brave, but I think this will truly be the test of your skill, Fel, and the task at hand will send you to the edge of the Barb of Rot, it seems a swamp titan, known as Desis the Weather of Vegitation, has began wandering the wilds outside the Barb of Rot,. His anger knows no bounds and he has killed 30 different people since escaping the Barb. I have sent a dozen brave soldiers against him since he arrived and even now savage goblins and other fiends call the place a 'shrine' as if he is important. Please, travel southwest to Calluscanyon and end this giants life, if nothing else then to help us last that much longer.
The three mercenaries behind Fel shifted, and Asa's face lifted up. Fell nodded and looked at Kasmko, his eyes had fire in them and told Kasmko all that needed to be said
"Excellent, you should leave as soon as possible Fel, but please take more men with you!"
Fel and his group left the keep and he found himself surrounded by soldiers, they were all smiling triumphantly and beamed at Fel.
"Greetings Fel, I am known as Ijam Wipepanted, we are men of the Humorous Union, and we all seek to help you on the quest our lady assigned to you, we wish to eradicate the damned swamp titan, so please take us with you!"
Fel agree'd and he ended up with 4 new recruits, including the swordsman known as Ijam. As they departed Fel lead the way, but and Asa ran up to catch up to him. "You have lot's of soldiers under your belt now Fel, they all look like they can handle themselves, but I am slightly worried."
Fel slowled down slightly and looked back at her, and his body slouched slightly, making him just barely taller than her as opposed to normal.
"You need to be careful when we get to the titan Asa, he certainly isn't going to be a cakewalk, even to any of us soldiers. I don't want to lose any of you so keep each others backs, and don't forget to hold our ground, we can handle this, everyone!"
His last words echoed through the forest they were in, and all the soldiers raised their weapons in pride, Asa smiled and kept pace behind Fel. They made it to the Shrine of the Swamp Titan the day break the next day.
"Shh, keep close. Can you feel that thumping in the ground, he's close, and I think he knows we are here..."
Fel slowly walked up to the shrine, finding dozens of shattered pillars. His eyes darted quickly between all the pillars, and the ground began to shake as the large titan appeared in front of Fel. A towering and mossy three eyed spider with lacy wings. It crawled over the pillars and towered over Fel, who threw his cleaver at the titan, fracturing the chitin. This did little to slow the fiend and it charged Fel, who struck his pick deep in the abdomen, tearing apart the foul moss beasts stomach, tearing apart the guts. The soldiers all stormed the titan and began chipping away at it's legs, with Ijam actually dropping the foul mossy titan. The battle was over after the group shattered all of it's body down to dust, without a single casuality, everyone was tired and the band collapsed on the slaughtered titan's shrine. The battle was over, and now our soldiers could rest in peace, atleast for now...

That was exciting my first ever titan, slaughtered with a pick and halberd in hand. Fel is getting stronger every day, soon I think he will traverse the barb of rot, he still needs to find the creature that his nightmares speak of.

[Krath]

My Human Wrestler got a job to kill a hydra, so he gathered a group of 6 allies, including his Crossbowman who was out of ammo and missing his right hand, and a swordsman who broke his sword arm and lost his weapon long ago.

So we get to the Hydra's cave and it completely decimated us. It completely tore off my right arm at the shoulder. I barely managed to escape with only two allies, my one-handed Crossbowman and a Hammerman armed with a silver warhammer. I was leaking blood everywhere and I was Pale by the time we were far enough to fast travel. After that fiasco, we successfully trekked across the continent, killed a different Hydra, and killed a giant furred slug who shot webs. He's now living his days in retirement in a lonely town by the ocean.

[Flaede]

He's now living his days in retirement in a lonely town by the ocean.

..named Innsmouth.

[The Scout]

He's now living his days in retirement in a lonely town by the ocean.

..named Innsmouth.

We don't like strange's around here. Fishmen then come up and ravage your adventurer.

[Cannabust]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The dawning sun shined directly in Fel's face, and his eyelids slowly opened to reveal his location at the shrine, the dust of the swamp titan lay a couple feet away for him, and his party has collapsed along with him on the marble and mossy structure. Fel stood on his feet and looked over, in the distance he could vaguely make out a sliver of the towns near Echoedbottles. He awoke his companions who stood around him, each one still half asleep, Fel congratulated his warriors and they left to head back to Echobottles.
"Ah, so you finally arrive, I expect with good news telling of the death of Desis?"
"Aye, the titan lays dead, pounded to dust by us mighty warriors. We come seeking more quests, vengance knows no bound Kasmko, and I feel that soon I will move into the Barb of Rot, after I finish helping my union."
Kasmko smiled and raised her hands in excitement.
"Congratulations Fel, I'm proud of you and you are truly a blessing upon us. I am glad you came to our service and will offer my allegiance to you, after you help me with two problems."
Fel nodded his head and his soldiers shuffled behind him, the lady continued.
"Very well, a dragon by the name of Ibmat has called the Jewel of Fortune his home, far to the east. I know it is far away from the Barb but it is still a problem to our people, you see? Second off is a bronze collusus who has made his home near our fortress of Echoedbottles. Please dispose of these two fiends, however you find necessary, we only seek their heads."
Fel Smiled and tightened his grip on his halberd while lifting the pick in the sky.
"The fiends will perish under our might! I will see you soon my lady, expect me to recite the tales of my victory!"
And the group of soldiers departed, heading for the dragon, far to the east...

The cave was covered in snow from the mountains, and as Fel entered he heard the foul growls of an acient and powerful dragon, the room radiated heat and slowly the foul beast slithered from the depths, and Fel struck the dragon in her stomach with his pick, tearing the muscle apart, the group of soldiers swarmed Ibmat, and everyone began to bash in his various body parts, slashing off his tail in the process, the dragon bled to death after receiving dozens of blows of every limb and body part, and Fel and his band of adventurers set off, their next target, a giant bronze colossus...

[TCM]

Having a good time as my first Lasher adventuer. She has quite an interesting life.

*Enters south of a bandit camp*
Monol: Where is Asla, my hunter companion? I guess I'll sleep for an hour and wait for her.
-One nap later-
*Wakes up*
Monol: Ah.....Oh hi Asla, you-
* Notices that Asla is standing next to a giant horde of bandit bodies*
Monol: O_O

EDIT:
And then Monol and Asla were out doing quests, until they were ambushed by Kobolds. Monol was fine, but Asla got hit in the throat and died. Monol was travelling back to town alone, when her face got kicked in by bogeymen.

[MythagoWoods]

I decided to give Adventure mode a shot, since I'm pretty much a Fortress only player, and I gotta say...  I die.  A lot.

Currently the most succesful I've been is I took down a group of wolves with my silver spear and managed to break the skull of a groundhog with a beetle I picked up and threw as I was learning the controls.

Also Bogeyman.  I hate Bogeyman.  I just started out!  I'm a manly dwarf in a dress! STOP KILLING ME!

[strongrudder]

The Fall of Sakzul Boltstops the Golden Contingence, swordsdwarf.

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It was with some disappointment that Sakzul called off his search for the goblin fortress. As a dwarf, the piles of armor in human shops were worthless. He'd been hoping to get some equipment from some goblins, since they were closer to the right size. But the dark fortress scribbled on his map had to be a mistake.

"Aaaach," Sakzul grumbled, disappointed. He turned to the fair-sized band of humans he'd recruited from across the countryside. Strong warriors all, some had begun to tire of their search for what plainly wasn't there. "We're headin' off north," Sakzul announced. "Yer lady's sent me t'kill a cyclops, and kill it we will."

The humans quenched their campfire eagerly and followed Sakzul into the forest.

After only an hour or so, the dwarf stopped, leaning on his mahogany crutch. He thought he'd seen movement ahead between the trees. He was about to make a signal to his men, when goblins came pouring out of the undergrowth.

Hmf, must be a fortress near after all... just hidden somewhere! Sakzul thought wryly. He ducked into the overgrowth himself, hiding from the eyes of the enemy. There were way too many goblins to handle, perhaps sent because his own band was so large. He loathed the idea of sneaking away to safety like an elf, but to stay and fight would be a death sentence.

Sakzul made his way silently through the foliage. He came to the edge of a clearing, where four goblins were harrassing one of his men.

Get away, yeh idiot!

Sakzul's eyes were trained on the mail the goblins were wearing. A couple even had helms.

...But I need this armor...

Drawing his sword, Sakzul snuck up and quickly dispatched two goblins. Before long, he had strapped on his own set of iron mail and a copper helm. Glancing around, he only spied a single goblin in combat with another of his warriors. We might actually be winning this!

He soon realized his mistake when five goblins came out of nowhere after he broke cover, surrounding him. Sakzul flailed about with his sword. He punched. He bit. He kicked. He even got his pick stuck in some goblin's leg. He crippled three of the goblins for life. Blood coated the nearby leaves. But at last, a skillful hammershot pulverized his good foot. In a flash of pain, Sakzul passed out.

The goblins beat on his unconscious body for several minutes until one finally managed to crush his helmet with its mace.

Humans sing of the mighty deeds of the dwarf Sakzul Boltstops the Golden Contingence, but mourn that one great cyclops still oppresses their people...