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[Siraidan9]

One or two updates, and I hope my combat useless dwarf won't be in the way of much.

[Battlecat]

Cog’s Journal, 10th of Malachite, 325

In an unexpected turn of events, one of our haulers, Edzul Athelkon has secretly created yet another impressive artifacts.  I’m particularly fond of this one as one of the images on it seems rather optimistic.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

It is an image of Bennet striking down a goblin way back in 316 before we had access to adamantine.  As we prepare for war, this artifact should serve as a reminder that our soldiers fought off enemies with dwarven steel.  Adamatine should be able to face anything.

I feel this is a good omen for what lies ahead. 

Cog’s Journal, 12th of Malachite, 325

The mechanics have finished their work.  The experimental traps are done.  I’ve begun the long task of forbidding all the stone near the pipe, including the adamantine.  If we survive this we can use it later.

I’ve informed the military that it is time to get prepared for the battle.  I’ll give them all a month off from training to prepare for the ordeal.  The entire military will be off duty starting now to rest up and relax.  The call to arms will come during the next month, probably the 20th of Galena. 

Events of the 13th of Malachite, 325

Triaxx knew without at doubt the day had finally arrived.  He gathered the few supplies he still needed, including a steel pick in case he needed to make an escape and headed down to his tower. 

Events of the 15th of Malachite, 325

Zanfar knew that Cog was stalling the inevitable destruction of the fortress.  That could not stand.  The time was upon them. 

Her secret life as an unassuming hauler was over.  It was time to take her place as queen of Towersoared and the world with the army her God had promised her.  She hefted the unfamiliar pick and headed down to the adamantine pipe on her daily trip to scout out an opening. 

The planned royal quarters were out of the question; too many dwarves had taken to occasionally going down there to eat and relax due to the opulence of the rooms.  No, it would have to be the “official” entrance point.  With all material and activity forbidden, the place was actually completely unwatched now. 

She reached the bottom of the stairs and was about to head to the pipe when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind her.  She dashed over and grabbed some rock and headed back upstairs. 

She watched as Triaxx walked past on his way down.  Fully equipped and ready for battle he was.  She sighed.  Today was not the day if there were guards down here.  She hefted the piece of rock and began the long walk up the stairs again.   Tomorrow was another day.

In the meantime Triaxx locked the door to his tower.  He also threw the lever to seal the place in preparation for the long siege.  There was a satisfying thump as the bridge closed, sealing the place against intrusion.  He made a quick count: Food, shelter and a pick if he had to escape.  No booze, but he could make do with the water, there was enough to last him many months and a pump if he needed more.  He gripped his sword and began to train since he had nothing better to do now. 

OOC: This is it!  If anyone else has last requests before the chaos begins, now is the time.  Next update is the last one before the fun begins. 

@Argonnek: Yes to the first, no to the second.  It will be at least 5 years before the child comes of age anyhow, so no big deal I think.  It'll be quite a while before we find out if the bug exists or not.  No idea if I should be happy or sad about that.  I kinda miss the old days when a duke would show up out of the blue.  Made for a much more amusing story. 

@Siraidan9: The area you work is so far from the combat zone, you’ll be fine unless the military fails.  By the way, your skill at siege weapon construction took a big leap recently.  You crafted a lot of materials for equipping the siege defense tower out front.  I think you're back to brewing now.

[Dermonster]

One last dance, ladies and gents! Tonight we show the last bastion of evil and death that DERM WILL NEVER SURRENDER!

Lets do this.

[Argonnek]

I can't wait to see what happens to Derm. Will his pride be justified? Or will it lead to his ultimate downfall?

[Siraidan9]

Durhak Says, "If we win this, I'd like a ballista set up facing the door in the brewery... Good luck to all yeh combat types, If you need me, I'll... be taking small sips of me produce."

[Argonnek]

Argonnek stumbled into the office, wishing that the walls would stop their unscrupulous twirling. After lurching up to the desk, he experienced something so rare that he had almost forgotten what it was like: clarity. He knew that he was in Cog's office - the leader was staring at him from his chair, after all - and he knew why he bothered coming here.

"We should build fortifications before opening th' pits."

Cog seemed momentarily dumbfounded at Argonnek's non-slurred speech.

"Rows of 'em, t' give Derm n' them ranged cover."

His idea transferred, Argonnek receded once more into an alcoholic stupor.


To be clear, I'm suggesting that we have a hall widened near the breach point with fortifications carved/built in rows so that marksdwarves have a chance to fire before they are overwhelmed by demons.

[Just Some Guy]

It's a quarter to midnight where I am right now.
I have a standardized test tomorrow and need sleep.
But this thread is just so awesome.

[Triaxx2]

Let the battle begin!!

I'll be watching from the safety of beneath my bunk.

[automaton]

i'm hoping to get atleast 1 kill with my shield before i go down.

also, when all the demons are dead, make a dining room in hell and give a big feast for all the soldiers.

[Dermonster]

I'm halfway expecting someone to pop in here with three to four paragraphs of dwarven drinking song describing what they think the following few entries will be like.

[kisame12794]

Spoiler: "You called?" (click to show/hide)

In forests and hills of legend and lore
There once lived a clan of the elves we abhor
Their arrogant height and their pansy décor
Were merely the first of the crimes they'd pay for!

Now these elves had a problem, a terrible plight,
They didn't know ale and they had no fist-fights,
Their lives were pale shadows, their boredom a blight,
So they went to the dwarves to deliver their spite.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Came the elves to the fortress, the mountain-home grand,
They said to the baron; "You've clear cut this land!
You have chopped down our brethren, you short little man,
Of course this means war, now deliver, now stand!"

When the elves were all dead, the dwarves were confused,
Who were these strange fools, so quickly abused?
"More blood for the blood god," the Baron's wife mused,
And they went back beneath where the hot magma oozed.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Well the dwarves kept on choppin’ that forest to stumps
And the elves’ fighting spirits were down in the dumps
They sieged once again, but were met by the pumps
While the elves’ fat was melting, the dwarves got more plump!

Back in the forest, at the elven retreat
The elves were quite puzzled by this sound defeat
“Perhaps,” said the druid, “we shouldn’t compete,
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Now pass me the meat!”For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

In the Smooth Points of Pride, a new fortress was found,
With incredible wealth in the depths of the ground,
And the elves came to trade though they scowled and frowned,
For the trinkets of this place were scepters and crowns.

A talc ring for berries, a goblet for cloth,
It seemed that the riches were sweet heady broth,
So the elves kept on coming, despite their great wroth,
Till the day it all ended in red bloody froth.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.


And it happened that on one day an elven noble name Lema Ceraliceyi came to this puckered sphincter of a fortress, and she looked upon the wasted jungle where the dwarves had taken the wood they so desperately needed for beds, bins, and boxes, and she was taken with a mighty rage. In her hubris she descended upon the leader of the fortress and said unto him, "You have disrespected the trees in this area, but this is what we have come to expect from your stunted kind. Further abuse cannot be tolerated. Let this be a warning to you."

And this so enraged the mayor of that cursed fortress that a gleam came into his eye, and he swept her a bow and shed a tear, and whispered promises to her of a new respect for nature, if only she and her gleaming brethren would return again, to trade and teach them the ways of leaf and branch. And Lema Ceraliceyi was gratified and deceived, and left in foolish confidence that her sick arboreal fetish would be welcomed here when she returned. But such was not to be...

In the following year, they brought wagons so full,
Full of berries and barrels and silk cloth and wool,
And the elves tried to trade with the elephant herders,
Who slaughtered them slowly while screaming BOATMURDERED!

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

[Dermonster]

I meant specifically tailored to this adventure and the next few imagined updates, not a copy paste of something completely unrelated.

[kisame12794]

Oh well. I tried.

[Siraidan9]

Well, you didn't try hard enough.. while missing an arm, a leg, and an eye... I'm sure Derm can make the necessary adjustments.

[automaton]

"trolling followers into thinking there's an update"