03 October 2016, 13:28
Sibrek Reincoal, a hammerdwarf looking for an adventure, had surprisingly made friends with an elf, Thilu Backtulips. The two of them started to travel together.
A few days later, while traveling to a bandit camp, they were ambushed by two alligators. Thilu was still a green adventurer and was no match for the powerful beasts. She lost her life to their jaws.
Sibrek, his vision obscured by tears, avenged her by destroying the alligators, dodging left and right, blocking their bites and bashing their skulls.
When the battle ended, he looked up to the sky. The sun was setting. There was no time, the boogeymen were coming. Using what he knew were his last moments, he hastily crafted an axe, using a small branch and a sharp rock. He then proceeded to fell a cherry tree and to build a casket, where he buried Thilu with the skull of Crackcleared, the accursed alligator.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he finally heard them. They were coming, he had finished just in time.
If he had to go down, he would go down protecting that casket.
30 September 2016, 04:16
Do you ever hear tales of foolish young lads wandering inside a vault, isolated by the wilderness, somewhere in the country? You know how they usually end: the adventurer stumbles inside "on accident", which awakens the horrific, murderous guardian angel waiting inside. It slaughters them without a second thought, and so ends another life of a stupid soul.
But here's the interesting part: those angels won't go anywhere to continue their rampage upon other adventurers, scholars, or treasure hunters. All they do is sit around, waiting for the next person to intrude the home they've been created to protect. They have superb fighting prowess, yet it reaches no further than the doors into the vaults. No innocent person would ever feel anxious going outside, for fear of an angel attack.
Well, for Ucedujan, that sort of cautionary behavior would be rather sensible nowadays. You can't expect anyone with an unmatched bloodlust to remain endlessly idling.
02 August 2016, 00:12
I slammed myself against the door to the training facility, but it wouldn’t budge. Molten rock had crystallized and sealed the door, and now frozen tears of stone adorned the iron-reinforced wood. The heat drove me
away from the doorway, and Oslanzanos appeared at my shoulder, coughing from the heat and soot. His knuckles were white around the handle of his axe.
“Kulinerib, sir! We have to get through this door,” he said.
“I know, soldier. What of Captain Uzolabir?”
“The marksdwarves report that they are trapped. Two doors are melted; the third collapsed,” Oslanzanos replied.
“Damn. Grab Cilo and Renu and see if your axes can open up –“
My order was interrupted by a shuttering tremor from below
us. Deep below us. In the heart of
“NOW!” I screamed. As Oslanzanos moved back into the billowing smoke, yelling for his comrades, I heaved my great Warhammer at the
door. My arms tautened as the exquisitely tempered steel, forged in this very fortress, met the iron bracings of the door. No avail.
Our entire military was trapped in these rooms!
In a matter of moments, Oslanzanos had returned, with the other axedwarves in tow. The door was beset by the glimmering edges of that
02 June 2016, 17:40
Urist mc iiztimliderr, the expedition leader of team...is sick and tired of being sick and tired of having to see the tiny fort that he oversees suffer from famine. Day and night, da dorfs went on a constant venture on scavanging any piece of food left they can find within the proximity of the fort. The livestock have all been reduced to bones and skull from its original juicy-porky-oinking state, the seeds of the crops have all been used up to feed the people, those who were planted were long abandoned by the now dead farmers who put sweat, tears, and dorf booze in the hope of saving the fort, the childrens...OOOH! THE CHILDRENS, WONT SOMEONE CARE FOR THE CHILDRENS...the ambitious project that was assigned to the dorfs was never near its completion, so Urist thought that if he flood the land, the dorfs could finally be saved by the vegetation growth.
24 March 2016, 23:25
Urist likes Asmel the Goblin, for he is the perfect target to practice my spitting on.
22 February 2016, 20:15
One fine dwarf day a curious coati wandered near my fortress to
see if there were any shiny things lying about to steal. It ran afoul
of a woodcutter and an herbalist out doing their jobs. The coati ran
away, but the woodcutter and herbalist chased after it, intent on
killing it. The herbalist caught up to it first and the two tusseled
briefly before the dwarf fainted. The woodcutter then caught and killed
the coati. Fearing for the herbalist's health, I checked the combat
logs. I read, in slowly growing horror:
The coati bites the herbalist in the lower body, bruising the muscle through the (llama wool cloak)!
The geldables have been torn away!
13 February 2016, 19:16
The mayor demands production of a pick. However i do not find any adequate metal and can not trade enough.
Time passes by and i build a tavern, bards start dropping by.
Eventually the deadline passes. But the mayor will not let this go and demands justice.
He orders the hammering of the some human bard