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[V-Norrec]

So, how much longer until the home team's turn gets rolled out approx?

[Shade-o]

Whenever the away team gets back, so that the next turn can include everybody.

[V-Norrec]

*sigh* I wish I would have had a reason to go, I love fast-paced action.

[IronyOwl]

We probably should have just abandoned the camp and taken everyone. I guess that would require carrying more food than we probably could have gotten away with, and stuff might have messed with our crops, and so on and so forth, but still.

[V-Norrec]

... So, any details on what's going on.  Are the Elves attacking them mercilessly in their wooden armor with wooden weapons?  Or is something far more sinister happening?

IS HIPOBIS GILTGOLD RAINING DEATH DOWN ON THE ELVES???

[IronyOwl]

We got a quest, and are currently debating the best way to go about it. Which is pretty much literally deciding what we want to hit it with.

[V-Norrec]

Answer, Artifact Platinum War Hammer.    Hmmm, I feel the need to write my own story, so I don't go crazy, maybe I'll do that in a bit.

[V-Norrec]

Spoiler: Hipobis Giltgold and Dimati Distantbeach (click to show/hide)

Long ago, in an age all but lost to mortal memory, Hipobis Giltgold, the Dragon God of Wealth, was resting in the Halls of Memory an ancient temple he made using he divine power.  The Halls of Memory mark the place where Hipobis first remembers this world and he chose this spot in the imposing Styrnbors to make his home.  Over the centuries since his divine accession he had obtained many works of great value, especially from the dwarves whom he looked after with special interest, seeing their ability to craft works of great value, more so than any other race.  With all of this wealth that Hipobis had collected, came a great deal of jealousy and hatred from other races who wanted this wealth for their own and the power so often associated with wealth.

One day, and elf know as Dimati Distantbeach visited the lake know as Starfall.  Here he was visited in a vision by the Elven God of Vengeance, Extucal Fallenstone.  The Elven God showed him the riches of Hipobis Giltgold, some of which Extucal believed belonged rightfully to him.  When the elf, Dimati, woke up from this vision, he saw a mystical sword that was seemingly washed up on the shore of the lake.  Taking this as a sign, Dimati took up this sword made of a metal lighter and sharper than any the elf had known and set out for the Styrnbors, determined to find Hipobis's Hall.

Many moons passed as the elf traveled, searched and hunted with his blade, which he named The Thunder of Light.  The elf seemed to be possessed with an undying urge to find the Halls of Hipobis and exact bloody revenge for Extucal.  Clad in armor made from the leather of his kills and strengthened by the months of trial and toil in the Styrnbors, Dimati finally found the home of the Dragon.

With his sword extended towards the great god-dragon Hipobis, the elf spoke in a clear voice "You, Hipobis Giltgold, are guilty of stealing from the Elven People.  For this crime, Extucal sentences you, TO DEATH!"  With that Dimati ran forward when Hipobis stood and spread his wings releasing a huge and mighty roar that stopped the elf in his tracks.  Hipobis began moving forward, intent on removing this interloper and the elf knew it was too late to turn back now.  With courage far beyond that of an average moral, Dimati ran forward, and picked up an exceptional steel tower shield made by a Dwarven worshiper of Hipobis and offered to him as tribute.  Hipobis breathed fire down upon the elf, but the god Extucal protected him from the dragon's flame as he stood up unscathed by the attack.  With renewed confidence Dimati ran forward and slashed through the scales on Hipobis's left foot.  Hipobis, knowing this sword was both incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous, whipped his tail around and shattered the shield Dimati had picked up.

"Mortal, I know not your name, but not even your god can protect you from your fate."  He said a great well of fire building up and begging for release.  The elf, sensing this and knowing with out the shield, there was nothing he could do made a desperate lunge with the sword towards Hipobis's heart.  Hipobis was the faster though and Dimati was burned alive, and sent to one the lowest realm of Hipobis's afterlife where dragons circle the sky and rain fire down upon on all the souls who inhabit this realm.  The sword, The Thunder of Light remained however, even as the elf did not.  Hipobis have no use for the sword, stuck in in the floor of the Hall of Memories, waiting for a champion worthy of both his name and the sword.  It has remained there ever since, as Hipobis patiently watches among his worshipers for one that he deems worthy.

What did you guys think?  I enjoyed writing it if nothing else.  Who knows, maybe the story will actually become part of the Hipobis mythos

[Shade-o]

In order to move this faster, whoever responds first to a situation in the elven caravan will be the response I take, though the other characters will respond according to their logic. So Tholtig can surely try to activate an artifact of doom, but everybody else will automatically try to stop her.

Hopefully this will soon be resolved with a maximum of awesome.

[Nirur Torir]

Norrec seems to ... er, be more willing to undertake extensive steps to ensure that we all survive then I am, and is better at organizing things properly. I'd be quite willing to have him promoted to a place above Kogan when he's done performing services for the betterment of the fort. Kogan will be a bit annoyed, worshiping a god of ambition, but he'd probably rather not deal with the paperwork anyway.

In order to move this faster, whoever responds first to a situation in the elven caravan will be the response I take, though the other characters will respond according to their logic. So Tholtig can surely try to activate an artifact of doom, but everybody else will automatically try to stop her.

Hopefully this will soon be resolved with a maximum of awesome.

Sounds like it's Fun over there. I hope someone gives us a full account of things when they get back.

[Shade-o]

This big wall will prove to be a monumental construction. Even assuming a shell of blocks filled with soil and rubble, that's about 115 squares of 12 blocks per level. To ensure a strong foundation and resistance to undermining, you would have to dig and build through the soil layer, which is an additional 3 levels. Going up ten levels, too.

Overall that's somewhere in the ballpark of 20,000 blocks, depending on the design.

[Nirur Torir]

Ah-hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

[Shade-o]

Of course you would expect to make the foundation solid blocks, reinforce the river passage and gatehouse, and so on. It would be an ignoble end if the wall tipped over because it was built on a layer of silt.

[Nirur Torir]

Of course you would expect to make the foundation solid blocks, reinforce the river passage and gatehouse, and so on. It would be a n ignoble hilarious end if the wall tipped over onto goblin invaders because it was built on a layer of silt.

Fixed that for you, but I believe I mentioned wanting to build it below the soil layer somewhere already. Probably should have said it a few more times, but at least I didn't take any idiot traits, so it was implied.

[V-Norrec]

Meh, I don't know if I'm more willing, I just actually act.  I'm very much an action kind of character.

Edit:  Also did you guys like the story?  I <3 feedback so let me know.