That makes perfect sense. Also, thanks for testing that out, Cheddarius... That would've been a rather sticky situation if I'd just stumbled across it by accident.
Yeah... "Accident"...
Well, returning where we left off, we've still got a bunch of goblin crossbowmen sitting up on the mountain and shooting at our workers and pets with impunity. I actually managed to mobilize the military (I'm so proud of myself)... However, all I really managed to do was tell them to defend a burrow I've designated as being "the front gate". Since that location does not have anything to do with the mountain, I knew it wasn't going to be of much help.
After a bit of fiddling around, I finally managed to find the direct kill order. I selected the squad that had finally emerged into the light and was shuffling over to the gate, and ordered them to assassinate the traitorous dwarf.
At this, two swordsdwarves ran inside, a third disappeared into thin air, and the squad leader is running in circles on top of our craft bins. Nobody else has yet to emerge from the fortress.
The goblins were unfazed by the assault, and are still attempting to shoot the hauler they knocked unconscious earlier. They're having about as much success as we are.
Actually, scratch that. They've just incapacitated five more dwarves in the killzone. One of them had his spine shattered by a bolt. Our fearless leader is still negotiating with the wall in an attempt to... Well, I'd say he's trying to convince it to let him walk through, but I'm fairly certain he'd just go back to hopping around on mugs again.
Over to the left, you'll see the squad leader doing his little trade good dance, while civilians from all walks of life get brutally maimed just a few paces away. Inside, we see a number of military dwarves who have decided to remain perfectly still in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, their zen emanations will make the goblins explode. Meanwhile, the mayor has a good chat with the outpost liaison. Why she decided to pick a location that overlooks a field of carnage, I don't know. She could probably use an office.
Well, I daresay our new nurses will be getting plenty of work! As will you Cheddarius, oh chief surgeon.
Speaking of medicine, did I mention that some idiot dwarf has been filling the hospital's suture quota with adamantine strands? Yeah, I'm pretty sure we could find a better use for that, thank you very much...
Actually, the weird thing is, I don't think we really have any other thread. We at least don't have the capability to produce more non-precious thread, since we don't have a single pig tail in the whole dang fort. I'll try to get that under control, but we're really short on laborers and really tall on labor.
I think I'll also put in another order for coffins. Can never have too many of them around here. I think I'll invest in some mass graves...
EDIT: The squad leader was shot in the head and the gut. At this, he decided that our amulets could be trampled some other time, and that he should really get to bed. He has left his squad to continue the zen assault on their own while he takes a nap.
EDIT2: This place, I tell ya... Alright, so I finally managed to kick the soldiers out of their attempt to defeat the goblins by thinking really really hard about them, and now they're actually moving to do something else really really hard to them (actually, I just had to switch out a kill order for a move order. Now they're moving up the mountain just fine). And hey, I thought we'd even managed to see ourselves through the worst of it. After all, the crossbowgoblins had all run out of ammo.
Well, no sooner had the last iron bolt flown then another message came in. "An ambush! Curse them!", the message read, and my heart, it filled with dread! Look, more goblins sire! All with bows prepared to fire! so the wounded below, they weeped and moaned, 'cause now the dwarves were pretty much boned.
Yup, that's right. We just got a squad of stealthy bowgoblins who appeared on top of the crossbowgoblins, and who are now filling everyone with more iron. Also, they're being lead by a macedwarf, which means there's someone up there who can actually hold themselves in a melee fight... I hope our guys are cut out for this.
funnily enough, even though we just had a full squad of crossbows unload their quivers on us, there hasn't been a single fatality yet. Just a bunch of people vomiting on all our clothes and trade goods. There are a few dwarves who are taking this whole vomit thing quite seriously, puking up a pile and then moving on to the next square to continue the carpeting. Pretty soon the whole outdoors area will be a lovely green.
Oh, yeah, and Cheddarius? You are proving your incredible worth by dumping buckets of water on the wounded.
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