Journal of Sethud Crewbronze, ExcerptsAssembled at the edge of the execution tower, the goblins traded nervous glances through their cages as the soldiers of Ardentdikes stood by with hands on their weapons.
Xenos was addressing them. "Goblin scum, you are a blight to be cleansed from the world. Today we save the lives you would have one day destroyed. Enjoy the volcano."
A few of the prisoners resisted their fate.
One of the goblins had a weapon under its loincloth. Wastedlabor was stabbed pulling it out of the cage, I ran over to assist and got the filthy dagger in my own leg for the trouble.
Before the vermin could pounce and finish me off, the ranger left off one last bolt. The goblin took it straight in the gut and keeled off the edge of doom.
By the time I got to my feet, the dirty work was over. That'll teach you to come here, you bastards!
To my dismay, Wastedlabor was badly wounded, and carried to the infirmary for emergency treatment. I feel somewhat guilty, given that he saved me out there when I had ordered him to come with me in the first place. We should have checked the prisoners more thoroughly.
I walked myself down to the hospital with a broken leg, exactly as difficult as it sounds.
The nurse came in to see me while the doctor tended to Wastedlabor. She looked at my leg and shook her head. The wound is infected and I may not be long for this world.
So this is it? I am to survive hordes of invaders and the ravages of plague only to fall before the feeble strike of a lucky assailant? Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself.
Remind me to apologize to Wastedlabor in the next life.
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Outpost Liason's Official Report to Queen EdemWe all feared the worst when Ilral failed to return last year, but my visit to Ardentdikes was nothing if not surprising.
Ardentdikes not only survives but thrives. Much work needs to be done, but the fortress is secure and prosperous, the dwarves here are happy and well-fed, and some of the decor is simply breathtaking beyond words.
The site is not yet perfect; the floors are unkempt and bloodied, and there remains the shadow of the poorly understood plague of Ardentdikes' past, but by all indications the situation is under control. The population is still very low, and so I recommend we encourage the immigration of skilled workers to help prepare the settlement for the future arrival of the gentry.
Yes, Your Majesty, I am convinced that given a few years' time, Ardentdikes will make a suitable site to relocate the Capital. With your approval I'll begin the preliminary stages of paperwork.
Your obedient servant,
~O.G.
P.S. Enclosed is a series of fortress blueprints for Your Majesty's perusal.
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That's a wrap! Thanks for letting me play a turn through such a fine fort. uggi is a recruit with four kills and a background in soap making. Tsarwash is the eleven-year-old son of the unbreakable burn victim Mafol, and Dariush is dorfed as Kogan. As far as the project, I repaired the magma plumbing and added a couple of walls to the mold, but that's about it.
Regarding the ridiculous amount of food we have:
I have no explanation for this.
If I had to guess I'd say it's some weird bug I've neither seen nor heard of. I only noticed it at the end of the turn.
Flooded with magma, decimated by plague, under full seige, down to two dwarfs -- one of whom CUTS OFF THE OTHER LEGS because of an outstanding warrant even though they are IN LOVE -- pausing only to discover food-bourne pathogenics on the way and incorporate the popular "ghostly observer" theme by using an actual ghost, then building back up to 35 dwarves.
Best turn ever.
Thanks, it was fun
I'm just happy I didn't kill the fort. There are still 35 dwarves, since Tsarwash's mother had a baby just after Wastedlabor died. Sorry, Wastedlabor.
Save is here. Well, good luck, fivex, Ardentdikes is doing fine! Don't let the goblins back in.
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Topic: Ardentdikes - Absolute disaster - (31.25) (Succession)(Need Players!) (Read 222810 times)