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[varnish]

((Putting this up in a hurry, so there's probably mistakes. I'll fix em later))

Surveying the Damage

To the amazement of everyone, not a single person was killed by the cave in. There were injuries; one mason had been knocked off a wall by the explosion of dust and had broken both his legs, and one very unlucky engraver had been sleeping in the exact spot where the whole collapse finally stopped, five floors down. Croaker wasn't sure if she would survive.



In the meantime, Oceanbridge now had a giant hole in it, and the ocean was beginning to pour in, wave by wave. This was clearly a problem.



"You're damn right it's a problem!" Neo shouted. He was soaked. One of the waves had come crashing down on his head as he tried to move the wounded engraver to safety. "Now stop staring and grab some blocks! We've got to get this crater covered up somehow, before we all drown!" He turned away from Slime, and ran back down the stairs. On the way down he bumped into another dwarf coming up, a block of basalt in hand. "Good, get that up there immediately... What's your name?"

"Anderson. Mr. Anderson."



"Right. Off you go."

Neo was back down in the block stockpile before he really became conscious the name he had just heard. "Wait a second... Not that Mr. Anderson! It can't be..." He laughed then, as he thought about what he just said, and who he was. "Wait, of course it can. Why the hell not?"

A mason came down the stairs as he spoke, and the younger dwarf looked at him curiously. "You all right, boss?"

Neo shook his head. "Probably not, no."

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Next: Something?

[Mjattie]

Yay, my intelligent zombie has finally reached the new Oceanbridge! His personality is pretty messed up compared to the last incarnation, but DYING AND THEN REINCARNATING seems to have done that to everyone. Let's hope he's a good swimmer. (Speaking of, what are my skills?)

((Icum Cheerfulcherish. Sounds like a badass God...))

[Child of Armok]

Can i get dorfded?
An Axedwarf please. 

[varnish]

Yay, my intelligent zombie has finally reached the new Oceanbridge! His personality is pretty messed up compared to the last incarnation, but DYING AND THEN REINCARNATING seems to have done that to everyone. Let's hope he's a good swimmer. (Speaking of, what are my skills?)

((Icum Cheerfulcherish. Sounds like a badass God...))

His skills are: Expert Marksdwarf, Expert Dodger, Skilled Animal Trainer, Skilled Tracker, and Novice Dyer.

Cheerfulcherish is associated with consolation, which is no doubt an important concept in these dark times, but she's definitely not the dwarfiest god.

Hmmm, I haven't got time for a full post now, probably, but I might do one about all the various new gods, and so on.

[varnish]

((Quick update, hopefully more later))

From the Memoirs of Wilberforce Amber Ropenourished

Well, we're all quite damp now, that's all I have to say.

But of course, it isn't. The whole "repair the huge hole" thing got started quite well. The trouble came from the fact that we won the fight against the goblins. This victory, and the death of all those elves left a large number of corpses and pieces of corpses on the field, and they... well, you can no doubt see where I'm going with this, dear readers.



Bayar and the army did their level best to hold them all off, but exhaustion took its toll soon enough. We lost three more before we made it back to safety, and closed the gate.

And the hole? The hole is still there. Sea water pours through it regularly, and the zombies look down and moan at us through it, which is making work rather difficult. Hell, it makes daily life of all kinds difficult. Who can enjoy a fine pump helmet roast when the rotting remains of one of their former friends gibbers at them from the ceiling? Some people, surely, but I am not one of them.

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Next: Can't We Just Shoot Them? (Yes.)

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((Also, here's the list of gods:

Odgub - skeletal female dwarf, associated with death, war, fortresses
Dakas Charcoalemeralds the Mine of Gravel - female dwarf, associated with jewels
Thorh Whisperheaven - female kea, associated with the sky,stars, the night, and darkness
Kekath - female bushtit, associated with agriculture, the rain, and trees
or Spraybeach the Seal of Seas - female dwarf, associated with oceans and coasts
As - male hoary marmot, associated with wealth, caverns and mountains
Nokgol - male dwarf, associated with dusk, twilight, and happiness
Sobir - Female dwarf, associated with freedom
iddor Glossbuff - female dwarf, associated with painting, inspiration, poetry, writing, scholarship, and wisdom
Stelmith - male dwarf, associated with duty, order, discipline, laws, justice, marriage, oaths, and loyalty
Ral Gorgediamond the Rock of Canyons - male dwarf, associated with minerals and metals
icum cheerfulcherish - male dwarf, associated with consolation))

[varnish]

((I guess this is all I got))

A Short Conversation

"Why don't we just shoot them?"

"Mr. Anderson, you are welcome to shoot the zombies. Please, be my guest. What good you think it will do is beyond me, but fine. Just-"

A loud and otherworldly shriek cut Remalle off. He turned, and saw three of the zombie harpies descend through the hole.



"OK! SHOOT THEM!"

Mr. Anderson complied.


Elsewhere

"You see this rock here? The weird shaped one?"

Rushmik nodded.

"Yeah, that's not just a rock. Here, let me just chip this bit off." Gar did so, and after a few minutes of patient chipping, some of the obsidian flaked away, revealing green glass. "Mechanisms, man! There's all sorts of these things here! They were buildin' a magma pump, I know it."

"And we're going to finish it, right?"

"Well, more like completely rebuild it, but yeah. Just got to - damn it all to hell!"

It wasn't unusual for Gar to curse, but this time he had a damn good reason. As he knelt down to examine the ancient mechanism, something jumped out of one of the darker side tunnels and attacked him.



Rushmik gasped, and shouted, "Dear gods, what is that thing?"

Gar was in no state to answer, as the the "thing", (a ghastly, hairy dwarf-shaped monster) was clinging to his back, and clawing at his face with its other hand. Rushmik rushed it, and was kicked in the stomach for his troubles. Wheezing, he watched as the creature reached into Gar's mouth and ripped out several of his teeth.

It likely would have got much worse, had an axe dwarf Rushmik did not recognize shown up at just that moment.



The creature jumped off Gar, leaving him with blood pouring from his mouth and nose, and ran screeching at the newcomer.

She was prepared.



It collapsed, dead.

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Next: Oh, Those Tantrum Spirals.

((Forgot, the axeman was child of armok. I'm starting a new job tommorow, hella distracted))

[Masked_Hunter1825]

REBORN.

Add me in this.

A dwarf wrestler named SHEAMUS. Of course.

[peregarrett]

Shit, give Gar a hammer and some trainings - up to Adequate hammerdwarf. I don't want him to die of random cave fauna! There is soooo many projects to complete!

[Nyalathoteps_Cousin]

Don't s'pose you got room for another dorf in your fort?

Anyone good with a crossbow will do, preferably specialising in bashing.

[varnish]

I might delay on adding any new dwarfs for a bit. Because the fortress has entered a full tantrum spiral.

Again.

I'll update when I get all the various happenings sorted out.

[varnish]

((Still sorting, trying to write. Bah.))

Things Get Worse: Notes from the Historian, Croaker

Faced with undead without and unrest within, Remalle ordered the military out onto the field.



Results were mixed; they "killed" a tremendous number of undead, but to what advantage? They come back, as strong as before, and as murderous as before, long before we can dispose of them.



Scientist, myself, and the rest of the doctors work hard, and endlessly. Wounded everywhere, and we can only do so much for those who wounds are not physical.








 It all sounds so tediously familiar, doesn't it?

No time to search for the books, no time for anything.

There's one important question left, at least from the narrow point of view of the living: Who pulled that damned lever, anyway?

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Wilberforce Puts it Together, Part One

Wilberforce did not knock on the door to Remalle's office, but only because the floods had washed the door away.



He knocked on the wall instead, then let himself in. "Ah, Remalle! The fortress is beginning to feel like it did in the old days. Well done."

"What do you want, Wilberforce? I've got a lot to deal with right now."

"I have no doubt that you do, my friend." Wilberforce smiled, and sat down on the stool that faced the desk. "But let's just talk for a moment. I believe it's safe to say that Oceanbridge is on the way down once again, in spite of your valiant efforts, am I right?"

Remalle didn't answer.

Wilberforce continued unperturbed. "And I remember you once saying that you believed this place to be cursed. At the time, I wondered how, and by whom, and... actually, at the time, I didn't think much of it. Don't be ashamed if you don't remember this. It was several hundred years ago, after all. But I digress. What I want to know is: who is responsible for this whole damn mess."

"You're talking about something you don't understand, at all," Remalle said, with some force.

Wilberforce laughed. "Of course I am! That's what I do best, Remalle!"

Remalle did smile at that, slightly, before saying "Yes, all right, things are going bad here. What do you want to do about it?"

"Unsure as of yet. I have some basic ideas. At any rate, I want you to meet me down at the lowest level, you know, near the magma. I'm going to figure this out, and I need your help to do it."

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Next: Dealing With It.

[varnish]

((Sorry, to those who might be watching. I'm completely stuck, both with the fort and with writing. Trying to think of ways to deal with this.))

[neotemplar]

*offers encouragement*

[varnish]

((Working on a couple of ideas right now. Either going to abandon and reclaim this version, or going to go back to the original version of the fort. There's a couple of good reasons for doing that, but I don't know if anyone still reading with agree with me.

Wooo.))

[Ishar]

Oceanbridge is awesome and all, but reverting to the old fort might be a little too confusing, with dwarfs popping in and out of existence... of course, you could always do a Dallas, and say that the whole season was just a dream.