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[BadSyntax]

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Dorf'd:
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BadSyntax
ArgemBarger
Sisidem
Derm
Dariush
CypherWulfe
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To be dorf'd:
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Remaining unnamed Dwarves:3
Dwarves amongst the living: 9
****ing CATS:1
Dead: 0
Insane: 0 (excluding the naturally insane ArgemBarger)
Survival Rating:

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Just Dwarfy

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Intro Coming soon to a theater near YOU
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Feel free to ask to be dorf'd.

[Argembarger]

Dorf me.

Preferably someone with really crappy modifiers.

[BadSyntax]

"Joy. Just joy. New year's celebration ends with my arrest. It wasn't my fault." whimpered BadSyntax.
"Never heard that before" grumbled the Prison deputee.
"I swear, that Brewer Barfn'marber had to ov' laced my drink with rat weed. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE DAMN COUNT WAS ATTEND'N!?" BadSyntax cried out.
"You mean ArgemBarger over there? He was at the party too" said the Prison deputee.
ArgemBarger waved stupidly from the prison cell across.
 "Now I'm stuck in the Correction Room! It is nothing of what I expected the Correction Room was like. Wheres the doctor!? All the company I have right now are the tubby vermin n' corpses and you. I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU. I don't even know why I got arrested. I don't even know where this beer soaked sock caked t' ma sleeve came from! There's a guy in the next room screamn' for some' body parts and poundin on the wall! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" BadSyntax burst out.
"Yer time in here will be short" grinned the Prison Deputee.
BadSyntax sprang up from the ground but was quickly brought back down by the lead chain his leg was tied to.
"What d' you mean? Your lettin' me go?"
"No, I got some special orders straight from th' Count for you and ArgemBarger"
BadSyntax turned pale.
ArgemBarger continued to wave stupidly.

[Sisidem]

Well hey there! Thought it might be fun to jump in on this. Miner. Sisidem. Reporting for duty. I'll bash any wall to oblivion and back then bash it down once more! (just name the best miner Sisidem) I'll give you a cookie as payment! 

[Dermonster]

I'll jump in here.

Name: Derm.
Proffession: Soulchopper
Skills: Max Axe skill 3 armor skill and 2 shield skill.
Items to bring for him on embark: Full body armor, a good shield, and a good material/quality axe.

[BadSyntax]

BadSyntax did not sleep that night. Partially from the implied execution and the other from that crazy ArgemBarger playing leap-toad with the unsuspecting roach. He loathed ArgemBarger, not for his looks, hell no, definitely not his looks. BadSyntax loathed his ignorance. That and his ability to entertain himself with anything. BadSyntax uneasily lied on the cold dark floor. Only dawn would end his misery.

[BadSyntax]

Morning did not come soon enough. By time the vomit soaked corridor of the Correction Rooms got its glimpse of daylight; BadSyntax was hungover to the point of insanity. All across the walls were masterful rat blood cave drawings of beer mugs. BadSyntax was almost ready to engrave a big still on the bottom of the cell with a rat skull when the cell door opened. Standing before him was the Count. His head was wrapped in bandages. Not a good sign.

"Hello to you good sir!" BadSyntax spoke to Count, trying his best to not anger his noble-ness.
"Good morning. Heathen. I have a request for you." sneered the Count.
"Uhm.... what might that be"
BadSyntax knew perfectly what was going to happen next
"Im throwing your peasant ass out the MountainHomes."
"N' surprised" BadSyntax replied dryly.
"You will be taking ArgemBarger and 5 others with you. They will be chosen on your way out of the front gate."
"So is this an expedition for a new outpost or s'mthing?"
"It would be, if it wasnt fer the fact that I dun't expect your worthless hide to survive the lands."
"You sure? I ob'sly had th' beard t' beat the shit outta y-"
"ENOUGH! Here is your Destination!" the Count bellowed.

A map lied before him:

"DAMN YOU THERES A GOBLIN FORTRESS RIGHT OVER TH'R! And to top it all of its in the infamous Hills of Rampaging! DAMN YOU!!!" screamed BadSyntax
"Enjoy. Ill see to it that a caravan comes and picks up your supplies at the end of the year. You obviously wont be needing them by then" cackled the count.
BadSyntax was then lead out with ArgemBarger into the unforgiving world.

[BadSyntax]

Unfortunate fools who were drafted along the way out the gate and what they were doing:
Some lady dwarf named Sisidem. She was babbling on about some gold mine. Claims to be a miner.
Derm: Picking a fist fight with a mule. Proof enough to help us live more then 4 days.
Id: Just started following us. Don't know why. NOTE: Id was soon after struck down by a stray thunder bolt. Derm Claims it was Armok's Rule of 7 at work.
Dariush: Decided being homeless just wasn't bad enough. VOLUNTEERED.
Zan: Fishing for tadpoles in a pothole. Suspected IQ to that of ArgemBarger.

[Cypherwulfe]

If there is room for more, I would like to be a Mechanic/Architect please.

[Dariush]

I would like to be 5 mechanic/5 weaponsmith. Or, if you embarked, just pick those two professions. I would like a dorf with best intellect modifiers, name him Dariush and give him profession Warsmith

[BadSyntax]

can do.

[BadSyntax]

Cannot post an update today. Sorry. Teaser for next update:
TEASER:

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"HARPY!!!" screamed Derm.

[Dariush]

Uh... one harpy? Can we build some immense mechanical contraption out of thousands of mechanisms that will cost a dozen of dwarves'  lives to kill it? 

[BadSyntax]

I lied. And Dariush, there is way more then one harpy o_e. there was a page  of them.
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"Well looks like thi' the place" BadSyntax muttered.
What lie before them was what one would call a vast land of roaring waves and mangled trees that seemed to have faces. Basically a shithole.
"Yeh din say therd be nudists here Mr BadSyntax" remarked ArgemBarger.
BadSyntax looked where ArgemBarger was pointing.
"Wait a damn second those arent nudists. Those are H-" BadSyntax was cut off by the screaming of Derm.
"HARPY!!!" Derm screamed and charged forward axe held up high with his 2 mutts.
The harpy, soon to be joined by 2 more, let out a high pitched scream and charged forward with incrdible speed.
The dogs reached them first. One did not fare so well. The first of 3 harpys grabbed it by the front leg and whipped it around throwing the dog onto the beach.
"YOU! DIG! AND YOU! TAKE APART THE WAGON!" BadSyntax ordered.

A triumphant war cry broke loose as Derm lopped a harpy's head off just to be attacked by another from behind.
Sisidem furiously dug downward while CypherWulfe Hacked apart the wagon.
ArgemBarger thought it would be a great time to strike up a conversation with Derm.
"Shut up you fool!" cried Derm as he grappled with the bloodthirsty harpy.
"Dun hav t' be so cross" grumbled ArgemBarger.
Derm glared at Argembarger. The harpy let out a scream and hit the dirt. Dead. MoonShame was saved.

[Dariush]

It's been just one day and fort already needed saving? Neat! Now, when do we get to immense mechanical contraptions part?