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[Keita]

watching

[Lupusater]

Name:   LupusAter
Service: Weaponsmith primarily, but good at anything that involves manipulating metal
Notes: Has a strange fascination with death and the cycle of life. Hates undead since they go against this rule. Says that he is a reaper, sent by the gods to bring death by crafting instruments of war.

This oughta be fun!

[Rex_Nex]

Indeed. Im just savescumming the embark right now, checking up on anything. We are only a screen away from "Kokror", a shrine guarded by a mountain titan composed of vomit.

Oh, and a Upright Adamantine Shortsword

This will end well.

So...all the stuff is on top of the mountain. I guess...dwarven wagons fly, and crashed on the summit. Hm.

No sir. Dwarven wagons do not fly, everyone knows that. They are catapulted from the mountainhome at a random location. Herp Derp.

Ill be sure to make this a good watch, and all of you who have posted dwarf profiles have been added to the migrant list. We will be leaving the embark/pre-embark phase within a few hours, so if you have any ideas on how to start off with this fortress, be my guest. Another thing that would be helpful would be an opinion on how big you want the embark area to be. In a 4x4, I can get a volcano, in a 6x6 (I think) I can get get a volcano, a vomit titan, HFS, some ruins, and (very few) trees. Of course, lag is something to consider, and that titan might end the fortress within minutes if it isn't one-hit-killed, as stated before.

[AngleWyrm]

We are only a screen away from "Kokror", a shrine guarded by a mountain titan composed of vomit.

"Cockroar?" So the shrine is a giant marble penis. Probably shouldn't send any female warriors out there, they might get involved in some sordid mountaintop ritual. And are we sure that titan is composed of real vomit? It might be a semen titan.

[Rex_Nex]

I wouldn't doubt it, at all.

Sorry guys, Im going to have to hold back embarking tonight, I dont have enough time to set this up. I promise I will have this going tomorrow.

[Dutchling]

Can I be a migrant?

Name: Dutchling or Ditchlung
Civ Prof: Butcher
Militia Prof: Speardwarf

and edit the first post plz, (or did you not start yet?)

[GaxkangtheUnbound]

I'll take a migrant.
Name:Vladmir
Method of Service (Skills):Siege Engineer
Extra Information: Loves catapults and ballistae. Hates things who wreck catapults and ballistae.

[AngleWyrm]

I promise I will have this going tomorrow.

Hmmm...Must be a long day.
Maybe using metric time.

[Rex_Nex]

Thanksgiving and whatnot. Hope you guys can forgive that.

[Johnfalcon99977]

Any military dwarves want to be in my squad?

[Derp Sandvich]

Any military dwarves want to be in my squad?

Sure, I like to axe any invaders a question.

And I'll take a migrant.
Name: Sandvich
Method of Service (Skills): Axedwarf , and woodcutter if wood supplies are scarce.

[Mudcrab]

Name: Mudcrab
Profession: Butcher, Cook

I do all the jobs others dont want to. Like somehow preparing a nice meal from the corpse of a vomit titan...

[Dariush]

Name: Mudcrab
Profession: Butcher, Cook

I do all the jobs others dont want to. Like somehow preparing a nice meal from the corpse of a vomit titan...

Vomit prepared by Mudcrab...

* Dariush shudders

[Rex_Nex]

Alright, I've been putting this off far too long, and the turkey day festivities are over. Lets get this show on the roll...

Ah, and I have you all added to the embark dwarves, if you had put down a profile. I would add you to the OP, but lengthy name-lists are an eyesore.

[Rex_Nex]

Strike the Earth

The continual crunch of snow under leather boots had finally ceased. Dariush took a sigh of relief, glancing over at Harford, her long time friend. Harford was the self-appointed expedition leader and took no pause to proclaim his position. A gale of wind buffeted her, jolting her makeshift leather coat in every direction.

"You know Dariush," came a voice from behind her, from a dwarf certainly full of himself, "You should have token those beads from that merchant back at Rockurges. You certainly could use a few buttons on that coat."

Turning around, Dariush stormed at Blackburn, her rust-tinted irises inches away from his. "We both know those weren't buttons. And we both know that you worship the fly-god of rainbows, so why don't you just keep your mouth shut before I go around telling people you dumb wambler."

About to return the insult, Blackburn jumped at Dariush, lost his balance, and fell on the cold ice with a thud. The freezing ground groaned at the sudden pressure and cracked, the whip-like sound echoed into the mountainside, and the sound of Dariush's laughter following close behind. Within seconds their cacophony was met with a sudden, even louder, gurgled roar. The entire dwarven group clasped their ears in pain, and the sound let up after a few moments.

All was silent until Bayar laughed, his hoarse voice the only thing deeper then his stomach. The group looked at him perplexed. Bayar grinned wide and simply stated

Welcome to Paperscale, my friends.
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Dwarf Profiles:

Rex

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Nukedorf

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John Falcon

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Bayar

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Dariush

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Blackburn

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Dr. Harford

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We have embarked with 6 dogs (3 Male, 3 Female) and 2 cats (Male). The unit list shows that there are 11 llamas in our area, along with the vomit mountain-titan, Almef Sestaumci. Also, we are close to Kokror, "The Assaulted Fists", an andesite shrine. We are also located near a brook source. Of course, it is frozen.