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[Nirur Torir]

Lord Torir the Unsober leads his valiant band north.

[Stas]

A mere 3 more and I shall post the summary of the turn.

[Argembarger]

Lord Burdek the Rage-Filled angrily stomps off to the south with the Hammers of Fury

[Demonic Spoon]

Demonic Spoon leads the Plump Helmets into a plunge into the south. Will they fit?

[maxicaxi]

Urist BearSlaughtered Leads his forces East

[Stas]

Turn 1.

Map

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Dwarmin

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The Mourners headed south, Lord Dwim, head high and senses alert was leading the march.
Several hours they walked without an encounter of any sort.
Somewhere around mid-day the company halted for a meal. A dwarf, Olon, went further down into the cavern to relieve himself. He came back wide eyed and quickly made his way to where
Dwim conversed with a small group of fellow warriors.
"My lord!",Olon rudely interrupted.
The Cavern grew silent as everyone's eyes were upon the dwarf.
Dwim slowly finished chewing his piece of purring maggot cheese, doused it with a few draws from his flask, wiped his mouth and finally set his stern gaze on
Olon. "Yes?"
Olon swallowed hard before muttering "Adamantine ,my lord, pure Adamantine."
Dwim's eyebrow slowly arched. "What."
"Sir, a spire, sir, a massive spire of pure Adamantine. I saw it with me own eyes!"
The cavern was deathly silent, only the clatter of a utensil hitting the floor could be heard.
"Show me." The lord finally commanded. 

***

The dwarves were slowly treading through a vast cavern.
"How far did you go, Olon?"
"Initially? Not far, but a small light caught me eye an' it seemed like a reflection to me, so I took a few dozen steps towards it and suddenly the whole place lit up like a brasier!"
At that moment the cavern did light up, the light from the torches being reflected off the legendary ore.
And amid that pale blue light stood a massive spire of pure Adamantine, the jagged fang disappeared into the gloom far above their heads.
"Armok." The dwarves muttered.
The rest of the day was spent scouting the surrounding areas and setting up a new camp at the foot of the great spire, which took a whole 3 hours to walk around.

50 dwarves.
950 units of food left. 

Furtuka

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The Spike of Guarding headed North.They made their way through twisting passages that reeked badly and ,at some places, were covered in miasma.
Before long they stumbled upon tell-tale signs of something sentient living there, trinkets and idols to hideous gods mostly.
Suddenly the company came to a stop, they could hear a bark-like language coming down from a large cavern. Kobolds. Many kobolds.
Scouts returned with word of a big kobold camp, oddly enough it was set up in an orderly fashion and in such a way as to control movement from any side of the cavern. Strategic, far too strategic for kobolds.
Lord Ignon concluded that dark elves may have something to do with this.
A quick war council was assembled.
Then, all hell broke loose upon the unsuspecting miserable creatures.
Ignon, said the lucky, stood tall (as far as his stature alowed) and proud, and he shouted at the top of his lungs "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!".
The cavern fell silent and Ignon, with a wordless cry, led his troops into the fray.
For half an hour the surrounding tunnels echoed with screams and crashes.

***

When the dust settled the dead kobolds were piled in a big mound.
"73", declared a warrior as he hurled the last corpse into the pile.
The dwarves then began to set up their own camp, a few went to plunder the kobold's, but soon came back with a disgusted look on their faces.
Meanwhile, Ignon sat on a barrel while another dwarf, Dodok, was applying a bandage on his lord's forearm.
"'Tis true what they say, m'lord, you are lucky. When that tent's support pillar came crashing you only suffered a scrap, while them 'bolds got flattened."
Both dwarves chuckled.
"Aye" Ignon agreed, then he became grim."But Deber wasn't as lucky as the rest of us."
Deber fought valiantly, but eventually was drowned by sheer number.
(If you wish to do something special to Deber, go ahead, if not then he just got a cairn.)


49 dwarves.
951 units of food left.

FuzzyZergling

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The Spears of Assailing spearheaded into the east, their steps taking them through many tunnels, some narrow, some very wide. They continued at this hard pace until Lord Kog ordered a halt.
"We should eat up."
The camp was set and they rested for a while.
Then, they pressed on. Only to end up where they camped a few hours earlier.
By the third time the company came back Kog ordered a map to be made so they would not walk there where they already passed.

(You are lost, meaning that your dwarves are turning in circles and you are losing turns, in this case, you are lost for 1 turns, meaning that only on turn 2 will you be allowed to move again)

50 dwarves.
950 units of food left.

Nirur Torir

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The Spiky Socks of Unity headed North, their leader, Lord Torir the Unsober, leading the trek and happily humming a drinking song.
Soon the entire company was happily singing a drinking song. Eventually Torir called a halt and camp was set up, meals were had and songs were sang, for the Spiky Socks of Unity were generally a merry folk.

Dwarves 50.
950 units of food left.

Argembarger

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The Hammers of Fury were eager to kill things.
For the major part of the day the Hammers angrily went this way and that through the tunnels, keeping their general direction South.
Yet Lord Burdek under all his rage felt uneasy, as if someone was watching them. This feeling lasted until far in the afternoon, while they were setting up camp.
Like shadows the Drow warriors sprung out from ambush!
"It's an ambush, curse them!" Someone cried before getting struck down by many black crossbow bolts.
The fight didn't last long, the drow were a a small group of 14. In the initial confusion they managed to strike down Ibruk, they also managed to wound Eldek, who later died from the poison their weapons were coated with.
After that, the dwarves very angrily slaughtered them.
The dwarves set the drow heads on spears, which they placed around their, now fortified, camp.
Guard was doubled.
Burdek held a council in his command tent, considering whether these drow were an advanced scouting force or just a welcoming party set up by the King.
( You also get to choose if you want to do something special with the dead, if not they get cairns.)

48 dwarves.
952 units of food left.

maxicaxi

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The Pikes of Relentlessness headed out towards the East, but the paths became very winding, eventually the company lost track of where it was and where it was going.
Clearly they were lost, yet they relentlessly looked for a way to orient themselves.

(You, unlike Zerg, are lost for 2 turns, meaning you may only move again on the 3rd turn.)

50 dwarves.
950 units of food left.

Demonic Spoon

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The Plump Helmets of Innuendo headed out into the caverns proudly bearing their banner, which bore the image of a Plump Helmet...That oddly resembled a...No...That can't be right, it's probably just an optical illusion caused by the folds in the purple fabric.
Uh..Anyhow, they headed out proudly towards the South.
They traveled most of the day without any significant encounters until they came into a great cavern, torn in half by a great chasm.
The dwarves set up camp further away from the chasm, having heard of stories about the creatures that dwell in within.

50 dwarves.
950 units of food left.

Well then, my lords, what shall you do next?

[FuzzyZergling]

So I cannot move this turn?

[Stas]

Nope.

[Nirur Torir]

North!

[Furtuka]

Have the best mason in the squad build a coffin for Deber and place the kobolds trinkets to decorate it as trophys and then continue east. Oh and salvage anything useful we can get from the kolbolds.

[Argembarger]

Our dwarves smear a bit of the blood of the dead on our hammers so that Ilbruk and Eldek can continue to fight with us. We bury them under cairn stones that vaguely resemble a fist with an extended middle finger.

We then furiously head East; to trap and kill any drow that could be hiding in this corner of the map

[Stas]

Argembarger, do your dwarves , by any chance, wear yellow armor?

Also, 2 more replies and an update shall be had.

[Dwarmin]

The mourners fortify the area (I'm assuming we have less able troops outside of the caves for garrison duty?)and send word for the miners! Let's start collecting...
Our Forces will search South again.

Cursed metal. How many legends have I heard...the weapon wielded by the Grand Hammerer...capable of shattering the very air in front of him? The adamant bolts of the famed Doomed Legion? Could pass through 10 Goblins and not slow in the slightest. The doors of Bombekton-which no Goblin could ever pass through, not with the foulest magics, or the strongest blows. It was a traitor that opened them from within...

But then...the prophecy.  "The Prison pent yearn...for the swing of a pick. The adamant our destiny and doom". Aye, our destiny. Our doom? Hah. We are already doomed. The Mourners care not. Let the prison pent come forth, if they dare...

[Stas]

Sending word will remove a dwarf from you army, taking him a day to reach the fortified area and another to come back to the spire with miners and some sort of a guard.
By that time you will be 2 days away from him, meaning that the chances of that soldier catching up are null.

Are you sure you wish to "sacrifice" that warrior?

[Dwarmin]

Sending word will remove a dwarf from you army, taking him a day to reach the fortified area and another to come back to the spire with miners and some sort of a guard.
By that time you will be 2 days away from him, meaning that the chances of that soldier catching up are null.

Are you sure you wish to "sacrifice" that warrior?

We'll rendevous with our man one square west of the spire in 3 days...