My name is Mego III. My father migrated to Swordthunders when I was a small child. He died there when the fortress met its end. Now, it's my time to visit the fortress. I am the leader of a 7-dwarf expedition to Swordthunders, with the intent of reclaiming for the Mountainhomes. We have departed our pleasant home to travel to the famed fortress that conquered Hell. What I will find there, I do not know. I must go. I must see what it was that killed my father. I must have my revenge.
We have made it to the fortress. Just inside, I can see the ghost of my dead father. The sight of him makes me tremble with fear and awe. We are gathering our gear and shall enter the fortress shortly. There are body parts strewn across the ground in front of Swordthunders. An appropriate welcoming committee.
As soon as we grabbed our gear, we heard the most chilling sound.
It appeared right beside the wagon.
Fuck.
This is going better than expected. It seems to have no interest in attacking us, while we make short work of it with our weapons. I fear the result the vapors may have on us, though.
As we continue to fight, the effects of the vapor begin to set in. Dizziness and inhibition of exterior body parts are the initial symptoms, as well as bleeding. Nothing serious yet, although it has the potential to get worse, especially with no medical staff or facilities. We must hope for the best.
Another one that also appeared by our wagon. I swear we didn't bring them with us.
Double fuck. One of our number just fell unconscious following complete paralysis of his right arm. I do not know which beast caused it.
Seeing as how Sox is nearly dead, we shall focus our efforts on Vemini. Vemini has no interest in us, so we shall return to killing Sox. His vapors are slowly killing us, so he must be gotten rid of should we have any hope of making it inside.
Deep within the earth, we feel a massive rumbling. It is as if Hell itself is laughing at our attempts to take back the fortress.
Now the serious symptoms are setting in. Massive amounts of hemorrhaging and swelling have appeared on the exteriors of the others. One recruit, Inod, died after being unhappy from the miasma generated by her own arm. I fear the rest of us may follow suit.
We have no chance of surviving at this rate. It is only a matter of time before our wounds worsen and cause our deaths. My only regret is that the spirit of my father had to watch on as we futilely tried to take back the fortress that Hell itself has claimed as its own.
Sox is dead. We have run into the fortress to rest, as our wounds sap the remaining energy out of us.
save coming as soon as everyone dies...
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Topic: The Community Reclaims Swordthunders - We need more lunatics to run this asylum! (Read 193756 times)