My Dwarves appeared in the middle of a group of camels. The fight was fierce and brutal, one Dwarf was injured and another killed. Bringing the Dwarf's weapon and shield, the body and the clothes as well as the killer's clothes all the way to the nearest Dwarven city for burial.
Life is terrifying when you're smaller than the world. I started out as a peasant, killed a were-creature, lost a lot of my teeth and broke my toes fleeing from bogeymen (escaped by rolling into a night creature lair), and made my fame reporting the deaths of warlords I had no part in killing. Now I've got
15 soldiers 13 soldiers, trekking across the desert (no fast travel!) to an abandoned Fort, after visiting a wonder of this world - the capital of the Axe of Covers, who's Fortress is entirely made out of native gold.
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Finally crossed the Killer Steppes of Euphoria, the Fields of Snarling and the Lavender Frost. Passed a human city made out of horneblende - I fear the radiation has done terrible tings to them, for they worshiped a fire breathing evil spawn. Within their Fortress and surrounded by mad, larger denizens, we had no choice but to leave.
2 Dwarves went missing along the way. No bodies were found. We fear the Lavender Frost got them. 9 Dwarves still accompany me.
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Weary from travail, we set up camp in the Remarkable Swamp.
One body was found, and given the isolation of the place, was cremated.
The other Dwarf went missing in the night, with no trace of where she went. We fear she was killed and devoured by an eagle.
Kobolds emerged from the swamp.
They attacked whilst we slept.
We may not survive.
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We were outnumbered 5 to 1. So much was going on, ultimately it seemed we were dying. Dwarves killed before they even woke up.
Kobolds fled with broken bones and heavy wounds - the few Dwarves who could were taking their toll on them.
I ran around stealing Kobold weapons and hacking off their feet, making them vulnerable to my fellows. Silver spears, copper shortswords and battle axes flying across the air as Kobold bowmen returned fire.
It seemed we would be able to escape, when I was struck by two arrows - one in the right arm and one in the left leg. By some bountiful fortune they missed my arteries.
By the time I woke up from the pain, all but one Kobold had fled or died.
I could see no other Dwarves.
That one Kobold was a Bowbold. The first shot was blocked by my steel greaves, a gift from the Axe of Covers.
The second shot never came - a Hammerdwarf with a broken arm and no hammer proceeded to pummel the Kobold to death with naught but his one working arm.
Above, the state of my health, below, the state of the Hammerdwarf's health.
Peasant adventurers are Fun.
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Dingoes. :|
I forgot I modded in Kobold cities.
I remembered why I modded in Kobold cities.