MARKEDANGELS
WHERE YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS
COME TO GET CRUSHED
My Brain has reminded Me to say; V0.34.11 Vanilla.
Ive been meaning to do this for a long time, but never reallly got around to it.
Now, I have a few Weeks off, so I figure its a perfect time to start this!
Our Story begins, but it begun some time ago.
From the Homeland of Poshiapsong, where Dwarves once ruled supreme, a Dwarf by the name of Dementyev, dug a slight bit too deeply unto the Earth.
And from the Earth, came Entities of Anger, Rage and Hatred.
And soon, everything that was once Dwarvern Masterwork, was crippled and ruined. Torn to tatters, burnt asunder, and spat out. And finally left to rot. An Island, once glorious, soon to be Forgotten.
That is, soon to be.
But not just yet.
Not. Just. Yet.
Bagsnubslozgo Kusnath. An Island, far West of the Dwarvern Homeland, was ignorant of the events in Poshiapsong. But they were far from safe.
See, this Hole, was no ordinary Hole. Much was released from that place, far beneath the Earth.
And the very energy of it spread, far and wide.
But this Island, was the closest.
And this, is the Crew of the Icon of Artifices. A Dwarvern Trade Ship.
When the Hole was opened, a few Noblemen and Shipwrights were able to get aboard this Ship, and set sail, unsure of their destination.
Far, and long They sailed. Many perished, starved or ill. Some dehydrated, some went insane.
Few survived.
But some did.
The remnants of the formerly brilliant Civilization.
But it wasnt over. A storm struck the Eastern Seaboard, and the Ship was damaged beyond repair.
The Dwarves grabbed what They could, and swam toward the shore. Several still, perished.
Now broken and battered, what few Survivors remained clambered onto the Beachfront.
But this was no welcoming place.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-23-x3Ri-zPI/T1ThPcESDwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4Wc_yIm7HUA/s512/Embark.png)
But here, in the Beginning, the Dwarves would seek shelter.
Welcome, to Lisedsedil Arel Thunen. Markedangels, The Water Of Living.
You are Citizens of Sodel Atham. The Shields Of Focus.
Strike The Earth. And Strike It Fast.
Rules are pretty standard.
You can be Dwarfed, and/or chime in for a Turn.
A Turn is One Year.
Cheating is not permitted.
I am going to note right now, that this is going to be may be somewhat difficult. I have made this situation to force You to do certain things in ways one wouldnt in a, how shall We say, more Normal Fort.
Of course, it isnt as hard as it could be. But on a scale of 1-10, 10 being Suicide, I estimate this SHOULD be a 7. Or something. If it isnt, Ill damn well make it a 7.
Lastly, be the Awesome Community You already are.
Oh, and I have absolutely no intention of announcing in advance just what kinda spot We get to start in. You will see!
So, without further ado...
And this will be the Lists.
Assuming some folks hopefully bite this chewy delicious morsel This List will grow!
TURN LIST
Chilton (Myself)slowpokezBrewsterChilton (Myself, to check up on things. This slot may move around willy nilly.)PanopticonVietoTwangykid, with a note to self to send a PM when the turn rolls around.FelcisChilton (Myself, to check up on things. This slot may move around willy nilly.)xczxcVoldrilus- slowpokez
- Bluesproto
- Dariush
- Brewster
- Chilton (Myself, to check up on things. This slot may move around willy nilly.)
- ninjanomnom
- CognitiveDissonance
(Who wont be getting a turn, if theres even so much as another HINT of savescumming, cheating, or any other such thing. I see You. Im watching.)
- Betelgeuse
- spitss
- CaptainArchmage
THE WALL OF DORFS
Format = Name > Profession : (void)
Chilton - Traveler :
Fishybang - Miner :
Slowpokez - Fisherdwarf :
Brewster - Militia Commander :
Panopticon - Anyone :
Vieto - Mechanic/Siege Engineer :
Twangykid - Marksdwarf :
Felcis (Or Felecia, if Female) - Leatherworker or Armorsmith or Weaponsmith or Soldier :
Bluesproto - Migrant :
xczxc - Any :
GalenEvil - Any :
Vodrilus - Woodcutter/Stonecrafter :
TheWetSheep - Weapon/Armour Smith :
Cain - Any :
Dariush - A Legend (I leave it up to whoevers playing to decide if that means someone with a Legends entry, or someone whos Legendary) :
Gigmaster - Some Important Dude :
ninjanomnom - Any :
CognitiveDissonance - Bowyer :
Dalex - Doctor :
[/list][/list][/list]
I am Chilton.
Self Proclaimed Leader of Our Band.
We are Eight.
And We are Survivors.
But You already know this.
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kXXiHE81ONI/T1TnakWiYBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E0k8p3-oJWk/s912/Chilton.png)
I Worship the God of Peace and Prosperity.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UGGR5B9_oaQ/T1TnapbdS7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/OCfVfnnSIiM/s912/Amud.png)
Date Unknown.
Our Supplies are Scarce.
Our Bodies are Weak.
We must build a Shelter.
We do not know what this place holds.
But I have work to do.
Date Unknown.
Our first Interruption has been met.
Damp Stone.
This could mean an Aquifer, or possibly just a lake. Either way, our Plans have been ground to a halt.
I shall attempt another path.
One of us has been dispatched to try and make contact with the Residents of the Island.
Hopefully He will return with Help.
26th Granite, 251.
We have determined the Date! This is marvellous.
A Temporary Workshop Area / Residence Area has been built. This is all very crude.
Very temporary.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-epR6fbGdlIY/T1Tnd0uEupI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yH7seZ_QCSM/s421/Workshops.png)
As well as a Farming Area. Just enough to Survive. As well as the Entrance.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8g9a1PwH5v0/T1Tna3sQc4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rAaxRf63xJM/s912/Shoreline%25201.png)
And a Store Room.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dEkppZvNh08/T1TnbR_-GVI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6A1FMIQHqRY/s421/Store%2520Room.png)
We may live to see the end-year yet.
We have also begun cutting down Trees!
The World, however, is oddly devoid of Life.
Even Insects.
And now, there have been some arguments, amongst the folks. Trying to deny Me My place as Leader.
We have come to a Compromise.
Annual Elections.
I cant exactly say no.
And apparently, the first is to be right now.
Aaand Ill post the Save once someone signs on for it.
And everything that comes with it.
Everything.
Chilton you bastard! :P One suprise after another! ;) Could've warned me 'bout the fact that it's an all evil embark(atleast I think so), with multiple zombieclouds rolling at the same time and a fckn aquifer :P
Well here goes nothin'
Spring 8)
A mysterious smoke cloud rolls over the horizon...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water1.png)
Luckily the wind blows in the other direction and I'm we're safe for the moment but a curious hamster(giant :P) checks it out. The hamster immiedatly start running for it life which I don't view as a good sign ??? Manages to escape barely...Bloody fast for their size those things :P
As I'm about to start my digging a group of mosquitomen arrive...aswell as three of the mysterious clouds....
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water2.png)
Upon seeing how the crude creatures twists into even more horrifiying forms we all run inside.
A beast of epic porportions in the form of a green insect hunts down one of our miners...the commotion alerts the horrifying creature from before...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water3.png)
For days the beast tries to kill our good friend Momuz McMiner meanwhile the undeadmonster follow both of them.
To spice up the hunt even more one of our buffalos decides to join the fray...Bloody stupid creatures
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water4.png)
But on the contrary this might give Momuz a chance to escape...
The giant beast finally takes notice to it's stalker and stops in it's step. As our foes charge at each other momuz and the buffalo is now running from multiple new zombieclouds
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water5.png)
The battle between our enemies is quite even until the undead is joined by one of it's kin.
I manage to save all dwarves from the horrors on the outside but all animals are lost...A few murderclouds or a little aquifer ain't gonna stop me 8)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water6.png)
I will tidy this up laterz :P
But we have a new problem...A very sneaky zombie-pony :P
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water7.png)
Everytime I open a door the pony comes running in (noone is there), I close the door and it sneaks back around the corner just out of sight...
Well I'll come up with a way to handle it, hopefully it'll get distracted with something else...Doesn't seem to be the case at the moment since it values it's ambush-position over the hordes of bird-men chilling out a few urists behind it :P
Summer:
The long assumed dead buffolo Ralf decided to show up. :D
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water8.png)
How he survived all those undead horrors and clouds of death only Armok and Ralf knows...
Did alot of mining and got rid of the butcher shop. Don't want Urist McRetard reviving a horde of undead skin and hair... became an office for 'ol Chilton instead. When he isn't working on building and engrvaving pictures of trees(he really likes those fckn trees) he goes to his office and does some maneging.
It seems as if our prayers hadn't gone unheard since a wave of strong and healthy fishermen and wrestlers were sent to us by the mountain homes :D
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water9.png)
(Seriously, alot of fishermen and wrestlers)
But then again they are coming from a dangerous angle...Chiltons old pony Rudolf is guarding that area. Rudolf had always been the sweetest of ponies, walking by the side of Chillton in any weather. Ah all the great memories...Fck I'm getting sidetracked here >:(
Rudolf had now turned into a fearsome monster, capable of slauthering anything which would move within his hunting grounds. Many creatures multiple times the size of Rudolf had fallen victim to his wrath. The landscape littered with the caracases of Rudolf victims, knowing the amount of blood that had been spilt because of his life long friend, Chillton decided to save the lives of the migrants getting closer and closer to Rudolfs death trap. With his bare hands he caught a butterfly midflight,I'm derailing agian aren't I?, to the butterfly he strapped a map with the perfect strategy to avoid rudolfs lair.
The plan was a success!!!
The migrants changed their course and was now walking round' Rudolf :D
But as they came down to the shoreline...DISASTER STRUCK!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water10.png)
A cloud of death and horror spawned out of the sea enveloping them all...
They never had a chance...in an instant...all those young brave souls turned into zombies...
The incident hit the mood of the fort like a silverwhip to the liver. Chillton kept on working like before but he had lost that bit of hope in his eyes which he still had a few days ago...Chef had been drinking more then usual and barely a single word had been spoken...
The zombies on the other hand...They were happier then ever- playing with fish, riding ponies and the usual braineating...
Here's one of the zombies and his zombie-pet-poult...catching some fish...a few cattlefish and a squid
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water11.png)
As I sit here by my well fishing day in and day out it hurts to see the pain in Chilltons face everytime the zombies riding by on hes beloved rudolf swinging freshly caught fish in the air...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water12.png)
Fisherdwarf in blue - ol' Capt.Slowpoke, He has always been a dwarf of few words and even fewer since his ship sank...Sits by well all day but never seem to catch anything...
The dwarf in white - Chillton, The farmers do some farming and the miners do some mining but most other work is done by Chillton.
The dude in the center - Chef, He's an alcoholic even by dwarven standards and that is saying alot ;) A decent dwarf when he lays of the rum for a few hours but that's a rare occasion.
Sleeping dwarf - The laziest carpenter known to dwarf-kind, apperantly some sort of noble back at the civ. Doesn't seem as if she has yet understood how serious the situation is...
Miners - The bigger one is our only full time miner, she has bit of a temprament but gets the job done. The smaller one is the entire military force of Markedangels...
The farmer in the forground - Well, she is bit of mystery since none of us remembers her from back at the civ and she has been awfuly calm through the whole trip, even when we got shipwrecked and when Rudolf attacked....
Since all the migrants got zombiefied and are having a bbq outside you'll have to pick one of the starters if you wanna be dwarfed :P
Autumn :) :
Well seeing how it went for the fishwrestlers in the previous wave we didn't even bother bridging the moat the poor bastards...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water13.png)
But that was before we knew who it was that had arriced at the shore...
The chances for anything to survive in the harsh lands of markedangels decreased as the undead horde grew larger
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water16.png)
Our vision is quite limited as we have been pushed down for into the earth but we hear the grunting from the never resting hoard grunting in the pools of mud as they mutilate each other...
About a year ago...
On the day that the dwarven halls had been taken by the horrors of the depth, when all hope had been abandoned together with the civilization that the dwarves had forged for so many years...Most ran for the ships, some even managed to escape but what they didn't know was that there was still someone standing in the heart of the fortress, still one dwarf fighting... The dwarven general who had crushed more sieges then all his predecessors together, combining the brain of a masterful tactician with raw power of beastly proportions. He had watched his army get slaughtered and his fortress get taken by the countless evil pouring out of the earth, he had lost all but his wife and daughter and he knew that he was all that stood between them and the forces of chaos and carnage. He fought like no dwarf had done before him, slaying one towering creatures of hell after another...Soon he was overflowed by the massive wave of flesh and fire, his lance was caught in one of the mosters he brought down and he had been pushed down to his knees, this is the moment where any resonable dwarf would have accepted his fate and died like a hero. But the now unarmed general rose to hes feet at a speed never seen by dwarven eyes before and crushed the dark fiend with his bare fist! Blood and filth covered the air as he rampaged his way through the herd of indescribable monstrosities, the beast kept Slicing and stabbing him but he seemed unstoppable. With a final spurt he reached his chamber, as he kicked in the door the hoard wasn't far behind... (http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Waterx.png)
He grabbed his wife and an old training spear but as he ran for the exit the doorway was already filled with tentacles and claws...
He was caught in a trap! No way out and no chance of survival. In a moment of sheer brilliance or stupidity he ran as as fast as he could to the far side of the room and headbutted the wall with an unimaginable force, as the walls crumbled at his feet he could still catch a last glimps of the horror that had crushed the dwarven civilization...
As he and his family escaped they met up with an old traveller unaware of the tradgedy, as they explained the situation he was first speechless but quickly managed to get his act together and brought them to his tradeship. There were a few other dwarves on the ship and as the story got told again many burst into tears...
Brewster the dwarven general and the old trader named Bluespoerto decided that they should search for other survivors, and so they set sail...
For over a year they searched and everytime they found a dwarven settlement all had already died from starvation or been killed by the willife. They had already given up hope on finding life in Markedangels as the ground was too wet to dig in and Bluesperto said that the lands were cursed by Armok himself. But as they arrived they saw dwarves! Lots of dwarves! and poults! and ponies! One of traders got so to excited that he ran up to the dwarves to greet them :D. When Bluespoerto screamed that he should turn back it was already too late, the zombie picked him up by the throat and started chewing on his face. The poor trader screamed so loud that it alerted every single undead creature on the entire site...
They started fighting over the body of the trader but a particulary nasty zombie came riding on a rottening ponie and managed to grab the corpse from the rest of the herd... But as he kept running he came close enough to spot the rest of the party...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water14.png)
Just as the zombies were catching up to them a hole in the hill opened up and a sweaty dwarf looked out and waved.
As they ran towards the hole many fell to the grasp of the undead but...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water15.png)
The inhabitants of the hill managed to wall off the hole at the last moment, it was a harsh decision as a little boy was locked outside...
The dwarves here at Markedangels were just as surprised to see the general Brewster as he was to see still living dwarves.
In the few coming weeks, the new arrivals got used to the life in the hole and all found work for themselves.
Upon many complaints on Chiltons pictures of trees everywhere it was decided that Bluespuerto would be the new engraver, a decision that everyone was happy with except for Chilton. :P
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(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water18.png)
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We got done with the mining and we have enough rock to support a fort this small. We're running low on wood though, Bluespoerto has some crazy idea about searching for some wooden mushrooms below ground and we might look into that later.
The caravan arrived but as they saw the lands of Markedangels they were pretty much like
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water17.png)
Nope, nothing to do here.
and turned back :-\
Dorfing so far
The guy who does all the work-Chilton
Fisherdwarf-Slowpoke
Big miner-Fishybang
Little miner/Crossbow-TwangyKid
Chef-Panopticon
Commander-Brewster
Engraver-Bluespoerto
Leatherworker/Brewsters wife/farmer-Felicia
The little kid-Felcies or Brewster can namer her.
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Sry 'bout being slow, efficiency is not part of my nature :P
And sry, bluesproto for saying ur name wrong sooo many times :-[
This looks great, those drawings are awesome! I want in! Sign me up for a turn, please.
Oh, and if there is an spare dwarf, dwarf me.
Done.
And as for being Dorfed, as You probably noticed, the... um... Migration Percentage is a bit iffy. I dont know if anyones spare, but if there isnt, it may be a while :)
Well we're kinda low on people but there is still the lazy carpenter and the mysterious farmer left
The carpenter's sleepin and the farmer is standing in the foreground.(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water12.png)
Or you could always wait a few years for when we've built a system of bridges in the sky allowing migrant arriving safely far above the clouds of undeath. This is of course if the fort hasn't fallen by then :P, I was planning on constructing this but due to the large number of legendary undead outside someone else will have to make it instead ;D
Also, thx again for the compliments! Not often you see a fort with more people wanting to be dorfed then the amount of soapmakers standing around doing nothing :P
Winter was kinda anti-climatic :-\
Using soundsense on this embark is painful as you have to listen to the constant mud-wrestling ::)
Well I got my revenge when some langur-people stole their clothes :P
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water19.png)
Mohahaha, die zombies!
A new barracks has been built and Brewster is training Twangykid, the demonstrations are going great but the sparring is a bit one-sided :P
Chilton installed a statue of the war/chaos god in the there to raise the fighting spirit :D. He also built a statue of a damselfly...what? ???
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water20.png)
The little boy that Chilton locked out during the zombie siege has been following him in his nightmares and he has been looking even more trobled then usually...
For every day that passed by his condition got worse and worse, now it has gone so far that he keeps looking over his shoulder over and jumps at the slightest hint of a noise.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water21.png)
Poor old man...
Well i'd say that the fort is in pretty good state even though I have to tear down workshops to get lumber ::), the mines has been mined and we even have an unused copper-ore stockpile :). I can no longer sit by the well all day as some dwarves built a proper fishing hole...sigh. I'm getting alot of small and bony cavefish but I haven't seen anything else so far...they are really chewy but I guess they're better then nothin' :-\
Our foodsuplies are stable but the dwarves have started complaining about the lack of variety...the good ol' plumps are nice and all but after a week or so they lose their charm, the cavefish is...well they are shit :-\, but it's the closest thing we can get a kittenroast at this point. Not a single hour pass without Panopticon complaining about the lack of ale but his rambeling is usually cut off by him chugging another bottle of purple plump-wine.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water22-1.png)
Bluesproto did once again lay out his plans about digging deeper to claim the treasures of the depths. It would give us access to a variety of plants aswell as solving our wood shortage. He even went as far as saying that we could hunt for meat down there, this is the point when TwangyKid felt the need to speak up. She started argueing about the dangers of the underground and the horrid beasts wich live there.
The forts population was split in two halves, one which was convinced that the caverns would bring salvation to MarkedAngels and one which firmly belived that the thick walls of the hill was all that protected them from certain death. I who took part with neither side spoke up for the first time in moths, the other dwarves looked kind of startled at me as I layed out my proposal. The idea was simple, Markedangels needed a leader to move onwards.
Who it'll be I don't know yet but it looks like Chilton might be a strong adversary as he is trusted by most of the dwarves and is known for his hard work but it seems as if Commander Brewster will try to take the position by force. :o
End of Chapter 2.
Slowpoke. ;)
I hear enough of that irl :P
I could take a turn later down the line if there's an empty spot :D
There is some wierd pools here and there in the fort... just ignore them as they were part of my !!fishing-science!! :P
I just realised that I'm married to Fishybang...
I guess you could say that...Fishybang is banging the fisherdwarf! 8)
Wait...did I just finish of my turn with that pun... :-\
HAHAHAH.... now I know where all the forts time & energy went into.
(http://i.imgur.com/OCNNN.png)
Also, thanks Slowpoke, this is a complete cluster! And of course this is the busiest day of the week for me, so I unfortunately too will be a slowpoke. But I'm excited!
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....and there! Brewster you've now earned full membership to the slowpoke-club!
Aww man! I was busy yesterday, and stupid work today... dumb work.
At first I thought you were talking 'bout drawings but now I realise you meant the slowness of updating, silly me :P
I was talking about the pics!
Vieto (http://i.imgur.com/dPgTM.png)
Felecia (http://i.imgur.com/nvL4w.png)
Bluesproto (http://i.imgur.com/MVKpv.png)
xczxc (http://i.imgur.com/kVBbG.png)
GalenEvil (http://i.imgur.com/KCixO.png)
Nice age GalenEvil In fact most of you are old balls!
2 months ago, in a small village, where Vieto was Seige Engineer
Guard: "The badgermen are coming! Look, there they are, off in the hills!"
Mayor: "That last wave, combined with the vampire attack. has left us weakened. We cannot hope to take out the Badgers before the caravan.
Vieto: "Sir, I have managed to repair the magma cannon. We can flood the valley with lava, and at 3 times the rate!"
Mayor: "Just in time too. They are coming in droves. I don't think we can hold them in time. Pull the lever!"
... 1 month ago...
Dear diary, I was lucky to sneak past the Badgermen with my wife and child. We managed to find a caravan that met up with a group of migrants heading to a fort called Markedangels. It sounds like a friendly place. I have told Sodel and Irvad to remain silent about the... flaw in my design. It turns out that I accidentally wired the magma-pump backwards, causing it to flood the entire fortress with lava, killing everyone, but my family, as I lived in the obsidian tower. Hey, siege engineering is a lucrative business. Seige comes, goblins die, I get iron stuff for my room. They must never know...
After the fall of the dwarven kingdom most dwarves set off for Copperbacon to start a new life, some got lost on the way and due to the sheer amount of dwarven stupidity this group of lost dwarves grew quite large, large enough to build their own settlement. So much idiocy focused in place, this was bound to be a dissaster. Well they were off to a good start buy building the fort in the middle of badgermen territory.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/3.png)
The neverending horde of badgers kept siegeing at the front door until the point where the only option left was to Pull the Lever.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Vietomiddle.png)
Strange..., as soon as the lever had been ordered to be pulled the mechanic left the settlement and ran into the unforgiving woods. Most dwarves would've seen this as a bad sign but these dwarves were not like "most dwarves", they were dwarves of the badgerhills.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Vietoend.png)
VVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
UUUUUUUUUUUUU BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD glup bkdfghauhgoadf blub gsdfj
As Vieto now found himself lost in the unforgiving woods he started to regret not telling anyone about the fact that he managed to build the magmapumps backwards...
Well he got lucky as a group of dwarves singing 'bout the booze in MarkedAngels marched by, Vieto quickly joined up with them and never spoke a word of Badgerhills ever again...
I love the reactions of everyone that arrive at MarkedAngels and see the happy zombies playing around with stuff :P
A quick representation of how fast this succession game develops. :P
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Slowness.png)
Also what's the name of Brewster kid?
Wait, wait, wait... So... I'm a... she?
Surely that would explain why I had travelled to such a place. Certain times a month you only want to go crushing zombies until you can't even stand ;)
PS: If anyone minds, my exams are going pretty well.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Water18.png)
And sry, bluesproto for saying ur name wrong sooo many times 
I think that the problem is that I misspelt ur name :P But I'm sure Brewster can fix it.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Blue.png)
I'm also glad to hear that you're doing good in your studies :D, I had a large english test today and for some reason I managed to put together the scentence "I am bath" in the middle of a 2 pages otherwise correct text...what?
There ARE two Blues within this fort.... awkward.
(http://i.imgur.com/M4S5M.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/4VhIt.png) And HIS kills are (http://i.imgur.com/J6bCs.png)
I'll play more tonight and post tonight, sorry I had to work.
(http://i.imgur.com/xHmyT.png)
28 Hematite 252
I was pissed today. So I meditated and looked at my inner feelings.
(http://i.imgur.com/siQVv.png)
ooo..... right my kid died, we punched him dead. and that damn wine! That's all we drink!!
8 Malachite 252
Heard the pitter-patter of little feet today. Someone actually had time to pop a baby out.
(http://i.imgur.com/USm4g.png)
16 Malachite 252
(http://i.imgur.com/1qyLG.png)
Me and the guys went down with our wooden sticks to explore the new find! It sure was gloomy and dead. No water, plants, or trees.
(http://i.imgur.com/SyghO.png)
18 Malachite 252
Gremlin!!
(http://i.imgur.com/FVtuO.png)
Twangykid had some fun with it, finishing it off by smashing its face in.
(http://i.imgur.com/0bwsW.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/9X448.png)
I had the stills start brewing out different drinks! Finally... beer.
We've been hearing some grunts in the cave. I slow creep-ed over and saw a monster!
(http://i.imgur.com/UkTYb.png)
Lucky, it left us be.
25 Malachite 252
(http://i.imgur.com/Kc4eD.png)
Again the screaming and the running around happens. We tell them to hide in our entrance cave but they don't all make it.
(http://i.imgur.com/VumTR.png)
A cloud hits and takes out more then half the migrants. Whelp.. who needs them.
(http://i.imgur.com/XfUjJ.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/PxRUa.png)
One of the tailors got an a mood. I keep a careful eye this time.
(http://i.imgur.com/G9HV8.png)
"Give it to Chilton!" I suggest.
I'll take a dwarf, unfortuantely I don't have the time right now to actually play a year. You can name them Cain.
-J-
(http://i.imgur.com/b80OL.png)
A fine trap? I didn't put any traps out, did you slowpoke?
13 Limestone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/1y0T2.png)
Continuing the training of our militia for future years.
18 Limestone 252
"Nnnnoooooooooooooooooo." is all that was heard throughout the fortress.
(http://i.imgur.com/YWrXP.png)
Guess he got Chilton's other one.
22 Limestone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/HDXrh.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/OLnKY.png)
ugh... perfect timing.
1 Sandstone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/H7wgQ.png)
Found another gremlin... bugger got away.
(http://i.imgur.com/guhJv.png)
That guy didn't get away
(http://i.imgur.com/4ph8Q.png)
... mmm rat burgers.
4 Sandstone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/4uo7A.png)
Some migrants made it through.
(http://i.imgur.com/en6w2.png)
Some notes on the zombies. They are slower then us, so we have that advantage. Most of them are scared of US, and the wrestlers are uber-strong cause they've spent the whole undead year not sleeping and beating each other up.
20 Sandstone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/3YMLs.png)
3rd Cave found today!
It's nice and plentiful.
8 Timber 252
(http://i.imgur.com/uE7IQ.png)
That guy found and killed himself a mole... I knew I saw potential in him.
9 Timber 252
(http://i.imgur.com/owL0W.png)
Found some crazy-ass animals today. Tried to kill them, but they're fast!
20 Timber 252
(http://i.imgur.com/gJw0T.png)
Merchants came today, the hammerdwarf started cleaning house up there.
1 Moonstone 252
(http://i.imgur.com/FHJuZ.png)
Chilton, I have no idea where your story is going(good thing)
but so far I got the impression that you were some sort cruel tyrant or something...
It looks very imressive so far but what I'm really looking forward to is how you're gonna explain how Chilton Mcmassmurderer turned into Chilton McGhoststolemyclothes :P
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Chiltonevolution.png)
Ugh winter, it's cold and long. Vieto thought it a good idea to install a hatch over the front opening linked so we can open and close the entrance when caravans or migrants come. Fully proceeding in my militia training I gave the approval.
(http://i.imgur.com/yIk0U.png)
Moments later all I hear is screaming and crying. "What on Armok's bloody earth..." I stormed upstairs and found a mess of citizens and zombies, both scared of each other. The zombies just wanting to eat something besides damn fish and the citizens wanting to go pick up the remaining socks of the elfs.
(http://i.imgur.com/gu60D.png)
I sent the miltia in to scare the zombies backwards and to un-install the damn hatch. TwangyKid ran out and with no regards to his own safety pushed the zombies back outside. Unfortunately he did not get the memo to come back in the damn fort, he continued to chase the zombies all around the outside. Days past and we heard no word from him.
(http://i.imgur.com/N0pZf.png)
I'm soooo sorry!
5 Opal 252 (http://i.imgur.com/jnZKj.png)
There are a good number of people hurt around here I've started to notice. I find a random dwarf in the hallways and make him honorary doctor.
(http://i.imgur.com/MJKSr.png)
11 Opal 252
(http://i.imgur.com/ZnOVE.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/rHNSM.png)
We don't have enough rock crap laying around here as it is. >:(
(http://i.imgur.com/s6J3T.png)
Our paper pusher has been missing - no wonder shits everywhere... guess we need another one
With my normal nomination fashion I find a random dude drinking and tell him to sit down and start counting.
(http://i.imgur.com/Rwet0.png)
21 Opal 252
(http://i.imgur.com/sqSU2.png)
I checked this one is NOT mine
24 Opal 252
(http://i.imgur.com/zsRLP.png)
Congrats xczxc! (no mine either)
4 Obsidian 242
(http://i.imgur.com/T5YXr.png)
Congrats Felecia! (no mine 3 for 3!)
5 Obsidian 242
Today I present my final gift to the fortress!
(http://i.imgur.com/sR6uJ.png)
14 Obsidian 242
The final thing I do before I relinquish my leadership. I can not handle another year of this place. I just want to quietly train the militia. I do believe we took a baby step forward from when I first started to lead this misfits.
(http://i.imgur.com/fBhAE.png)
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=5909
Spring
I have been given back the role of Leader.
I am glad to be back here - Ive had ideas, for how I can help these Dwarves.
Maybe then, the dead will cease to despise Me.
Construction is underway.
I have alot of work to do.
And Im beginning to see some better ways certain things could be used, and handled.
A Soldier has become attached to a Shield. How cute.
(Nothing really photo worthy yet)
Hi Abominable Smoke.
So nice of You to drop by.
COME ON, SOMETHING EVENTFUL HAPPEN, DAMMIT! I REFUSE TO SPEND A YEAR BUILDING!
Im trying to build Magma Forges, but We lack Anvils. Dammit, Brewster.
And I think a fucking child just stole My Glove. Im getting sick and tired of this nonsense.
Hehe.
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PZpyCH5xZMY/T2NVfz9jzoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cDmv5obEjMM/s912/1.png)
Many dead line this Waterfront. Its a shame.
FINALLY, something intere... Wait, I really shouldnt be excited about this. Snow cant be too dangerous, right?
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E1nPQQVURio/T2NVhWyANtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VZQS60J1w4M/s912/2.png)
Ooh. Brewster.
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oRGx1J-6x-k/T2NVhX9RqnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mkx9vI3tyWE/s912/3.png)
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1v9lh7RC-WA/T2NVhtTmk0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8GVqZPSJ6c0/s912/4.png)
Youll be right.
And to think, We called the Snow Monster harmless.
...Wait, do We have a Hospital?
We heard screams and noises from the Surface. I am unsure what it was, but We arent finding out.
Also, Brewster has become attached to His Shield.
GalenEvil has taken a fey mood. Lets see what comes of this...
Whatever it is, it pertains a Carpenters Workshop.
Oh wow. Sorry friend.
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AERUWbaz1vg/T2NViLVj3oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9QPuBs5SR5g/s642/5.png)
The screams rage on outside, but who cares! GalenEvil has shown us how creative He isnt!
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_QhOuanaZTw/T2NVinuF9dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/o3FT7KWvBg0/s912/6.png)
This is to be the Executives Hall.
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CFpr_plFmXk/T2NVlDxdnWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qaGP8zbkMZQ/s912/7.png)
It shall serve as the Office of all Nobles, and the Throne Room, and a Prison. Or something.
Ok. Major decision here.
Theres a huge amount of Migrants outside, who have evaded the Enemy for now.
I am going to rally a Militia, and try to let them inside.
Here goes...
This. Was a TERRIBLE IDEA. No sooner did the doors open, than a huge wave of Zombies come out of nowere. They must have been in the Water, hidden under a wave or something, because I checked thoroughly. The wall is being sealed, ASAP!
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ea2Q_Sy2-_w/T2NVljYui1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/MvKZ3CWzz1I/s912/8.png)
Theres a War goin on out there.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y2_oAm34ky4/T2NVl3rlhkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pllgHl-BYXc/s912/9.png)
Cain is trapped outside, as well as Bembul the Private and, Her Baby.
This is a tragedy, but They are still out there in force, and another smoke cloud has come already.
Armok protect us, this is insane.
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8ZmWxqBJxks/T2NVgNw7esI/AAAAAAAAAYk/flP-VU9Aoxg/s912/10.png)
This is just getting more hectic. Not only have MORE Undead come down from sleeping up North, but...
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rVUAfWpwGms/T2NVgKsQxzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VRiWcWleBbI/s912/11.png)
Ok. Im sorry I complained about this being uneventful.
In the midst of this, someone gave birth inside!
Dwarf Therapist Report says theres 33 Dwarves out there. There was about twice that when it arrived. Dear Me.
I need a rest.
[End of Spring]
I think its going... Good! Totally.
Also, sorry about not cropping the images. Its 1am and Im lazy dammit!
Vieto-Darn can't belive I got away with magma-flooding an entire settlement...These dwarves don't suspect a thing, heh heh heh. They even gave me an important Engieneering job, hah. Well, now I have to do something impressive, hmm...*looks around in the fort*
AHA! The fort doesn't have an open entrence. Vieto you brilliant bastard this is your time to shine!
*goes and gets some hatches*
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Vieto.png)
...looks as if I've screwed up again...
*the fort is in chaos as the limbless monsters crawl in through the tunnel*
also Chillton you've been forever banned from joining the slowpoke-club. What is kind of bs is this, updating faster then I can reply to previous posts!
Jk, Jk

But seriously, you're still banned.
*exhausted dwarf comes running into the dining-hall*
Urist McDwarf-I saw a moster, more terrifying then anything I've ever seen before a-
Brewster-Hmm, can you give me a discription?
Urist McDwarf-It was a enourmous, it had wings and four legs.
Brewster-Hmm...
Urist McDorf-and it was made of snow(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Brewsterbitchplz.png)
Brewster-B*tch please, I got this. Snow... Bwahahaha :P
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Brewsterbitchplz2.png)
and then he broke his ribs and legs :-\
I guess I could take another look at your case but I'd have to go over some of the circumstances with the other members...
Don't get your hopes up too high though...
Also isn't dead island a pretty shitty game? -What should we do now?
-We go to the sewers and kill zombies...
-Finally done...sigh, what now?
-back to the sewers
-*an hour later* and now?
-sewers...
Right. Im promising an update by the end of tomorrow (In My Time). Sorry about the delay, really. I am.
Ok ffs, I give up! You're in the club, you blackmailing bastard :P
Meanwhile I guess it up to the rest of us to keep it going ;)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/slowboat.jpg)
-Just an hour earlier I had been woken up by the chaos outside of my cabin...
The smell of death and flames had traveled all the way down to the port and the sound of mayhem rang in my ears...
Dwarves in despair came running down the mountain screaming and flailing, many had lost limbs and even more were still burning to death...
Due to the early hour my reaction was slow...the situation was hard to take in...
I grabbed my hat and joined the hoarde of fleeing dwarves.
As I made my ship ready to sail out horrified dwarves came up to it asked for permission to board...
Still not on top of the situation I just mumbled something unhearable and pointed for the hatch to the lower deck.
As I managed to set sail a good 20 dwarves had already joined me...
Many badly hurt, one of them slowly dieing...Remember an old dwarf dressed in white telling me that the poor fellow was sick...
I seem to remember him from a long time ago...but I can't seem to place him...
Not more then a few hundred dwarves managed to escape, I'm guessing most of them are heading towards Copperbacon to start a new settlement...
*A dwarves shouting in the hard wind wakes me up from my thoughts*
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Slowboat2.jpg)
The dwarf was right...a massive thunderstorm came rolling in from the south...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Slowboatstorm.jpg)
Unfortunatly my old ship doesn't go as fast as the proper tradingships, no before long we saw the other ships rolled over the horizon as the storm came closer...
I took one last look at the fortress where I had lived my entire life...for a moment I could have sworn I saw one of the mountain-walls crumble before te feet of a lone character. A mere moment later the wind hit us hard and I was forced to focus on my steering.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Slowboatmountain.jpg)
Behind us we left our ancient home, now taken by the horrors of the depth...forever lost
-Summer-
I just had a several day long dream, in which... Oh forget it.
Brewsters Ribs are still smashed up. But Hes watching a Shield Demonstration anywa... Wait, what the FUCK is a Shield Demonstration?
(1)(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uVOOYWb8Juw/T2imQkJS9aI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OJbIQdLT5Tc/s912/1.png)
Anyway. A proper Medical Area has been cut out. I plan to build a Well when it becomes possible.
(2)(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5SO9ZM0nLV8/T2imR4Hd-mI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dBh4i8YB9Ag/s912/2.png)
Well has been Designated. I barely know how Im gonna power this, but Dwarfish Industrialism will make it so!
...Or possibly the next overseer. Ive only done this once before!
Panopticon is being Haunted.
IM NOT THE ONLY ONE!
It hasnt stolen His clothes yet but.
In other news, My Special Room is up and running.
I just had an idea for how to let Migrants in. Thisll take precedence over the Water Thingy for now.
Some Survivors are struggling to fight back along the shoreline.
Waves crash over their heads, as the undead taunt and jeer them, occassionally rushing in and bludgeoning them.
(3)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X3Itl7d8ZBg/T2imSUBlMBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Dzigp8SbF1s/s912/3.png)
This Entrance for the Migrants is gonna be... Eh... Fun. In some ways.
Since theres no real way to ensure only Migrants use it.
Speaking of which, more arrived to join the Survivors on the Shore.
This will be very interesting.
(4)(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MvG8r7spaWU/T2imYTwEz8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/VOi1xUOAfZM/s912/4.png)
A... FISHYBANG, why the FUCK are You running out there? You were just meant to dig the stairs! Oh for the love of... Gah. Just... Just hurry back dammit.
BLUESPROTO! Oh fuck it. Im sending the Military out there. Too many of us will die if We all just blunder out there without protection, and We need these Migrants.
(5)(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EarVivrUFuo/T2imVe3T7ZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/WX-Q4qp3f94/s912/5.png)
Thats the way Soldier, take Your Babies out there as well.
Fucking hell.
Oh, Vietos joining the... Fuck this, everyone back inside, NOW.
Brewster is fighting an abominable zombie child with a Training Spear.
Barely anyone wants to go inside.
Never again.
Never.
Again.
Great. Cains out there too.
And... Oh shit.
We need a Militia, and We need to drive these bastards away. Too many of our idiots swarmed out there, and Im not going to let them die!
(6)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9YpPnKak1XY/T2imUZmNcDI/AAAAAAAAAas/Z_5aDq2h9xo/s912/6.png)
This is going to get bloody.
Poor Brewster.
We should probably start pleading to Armok.
(7)(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qmjNaP_eaXY/T2imWDkQlRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nMch3aVu57w/s912/7.png)
This is going from bad to worse.
I...
I may need to seal the new entrance.
I really dont want to, but if We get pushed back before I can get everyone back inside, Theyll be inside the Fort.
(8)(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N8hntlX3NIY/T2imQorlyOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Owlisej5nfw/s912/10.png)
(9)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fzE4L8sKV2g/T2imWpnUeWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z5TLXyhjpP4/s912/8.png)
Fuck this, Im giving everyone 60 seconds to get inside then Im sealing the entrance. This is out of control and spreading like wildfire.
A Smoke Cloud is drifting by. I have to shut the doors. Ill wait as long as I can, but if their numbers are bolstered, Ill have no choice.
Brewster is collapsed by a cliffside, with shattering injuries.
(11)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A-ir__StoOc/T2imQ3BXk2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/BnVrl563R8M/s912/11.png)
The Named who are MIA:
Brewster
Bluesproto
Vieto
And about a dozen unnamed.
Im going to try and send a small brigade out to ensure You get safely inside. Youre people are battered, and They *are* struggling to get to the stairs.
And every time They get close, Theyre swarmed by Zombies and retreat. The Zombies are no longer wary of Us.
Someone else has gone berserk now. A Child.
Brewster is being chased along the Cliffs.
Bluesproto and some survivors are along another Shoreline, trying to brave the waves of Zombies streaming into them.
(12)(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z0FosMkVAB0/T2imTcHynNI/AAAAAAAAAac/gBuBetg7hQI/s912/12.png)
Vieto is trying to help Brewster.
And Summer is over.
Chapter 14: Arrival
Land is in sight.
I saved the life of a Nobleman, earlier today.
I felt good. I felt so good. I had taken one life upon this boat, before saving another!
This is a fresh start.
A New Beginning.
But still, I am of Sorrow for what I have done in the past.
We have agreed on a name for this Beach We are to land on.
Markedangels.
The Waters of Living.
We will Live.
And I will have a New Life, starting right. Now.
The End.
Chilton, get your sh*t together! >:(
If Brewster and I managed to get some migrants in with no casulties why did you feel the need to send out all the interesting dwarves on a vacation to zombie-beach?! ???
Nah, jk m8

But seriously, GET YOUR SH*T TOGETHER

Brewsters Ribs are still smashed up. But Hes watching a Shield Demonstration anywa... Wait, what the FUCK is a Shield Demonstration?/Chilton
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Shielddemonstration.jpg)
(http://i.imgur.com/W0c1c.png)
"Just teasing you Chilton" said Brewster
"....but for real" said Slowpokez
This.
Is.
Hell.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tegscreTYtA/T28pjKC8iPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cQTwUqWb4m0/s912/1.png)
The Survivors on the Northern Beach have missing limbs, dented heads, broken bones, and theres blood all over.'
Brewster just collapsed from Pain, before Slowpoke drove off the three Zombies ravaging Him.
His...
Ability to grasp has been lost.
Bluesproto is dead.
Cain is dead.
And...
And General Brewster is Dead.
He fought so valiently by the shore, then a wave washed over. And one of them ravaged His poor broken body.
A Stray Cow Calf Abominable Smoke Zombie kicked His Skull in, whilst He was unconscious from pain.
Im sorry!
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F4QBnkI92MQ/T28pjGiilQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-oHlWCdBZR4/s912/2.png)
xczxc has been struck down by a child warrior.
This isnt going to end, is it.
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KJ0LacCvO34/T28pjoVoitI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ubxCA5R0aqA/s912/3.png)
Please, everybody, just get inside the mother fucking Fortress.
Galenevil, Me, and Vodrilus are the only ones left ou... Wait a second...
Fishybang is an abominable smoke zombie.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Chilton.
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My Name is Alkire.
And I have been appointed Mayor, given the death of Chilton.
The poor old man fought to the death, and slew nearly six of the things in His desire for survival.
I knew little about Him, but it matters not, now.
I am sealing the Entrance.
Chilton was too fucking quaint to lock the other survivors outside.
He was committed to saving them.
To My Knowledge, Galenevil and a bunch of Soldiers on the Northern Shore are all thats out there.
They can wait for Us to regroup, and come to save them.
I was out there Myself, on that shore.
I fought, and survived.
And I dont want the hell thats out there, to get in here.
Ever.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jHJ-O8mgWBE/T28pkFsknJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dOaL5vYMkxI/s912/4.png)
Chilton tried to build a Nobles area.
Hmph.
This shall be My Office.
Migrants.
Fan fucking tastic.
Most of them are already maimed or dead.
When next an armed Caravan passes by, I shall rally a Militia to fight alongside them.
Until then...
Oh Vodrilus.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RGN8E9qB0Ys/T28pkDAgIKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vdqJz8q6z6o/s912/5.png)
Very few people are inside the Fort.
We need to stabilise things out there. This is hell, and its only getting worse by the day.
Im beginning to see why Chilton was concerned before He went and got Himself killed.
Fuck, fuckity, fuckers, fucking, fucked, fuck.
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ia6ikYNWpB0/T28pkhLlPSI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0DRYDSDZQaI/s912/6.png)
You know what?
Ive had enough of this.
Ive had enough of all of You fucking worthless degenerates.
ENOUGH.
YOU WILL ALL FUCKING DIE!
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0UxR6i0b2sI/T28pk4JWbpI/AAAAAAAAAco/JgVISuSVgrc/s912/7.png)
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Hi! Im Cyriacus! Im the Mayor now!
Because I damn well said so, dammit.
Anyway. Im going with the troops to fight the Monster, and that asshole Alkire!
Im not sure whats more dangerous.
The Monster, or Alkire.
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OWMv4sI821w/T28pk-a0TMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_uLd4-ohjeI/s912/8.png)
The Paper Pusher is also dead.
And Uvash the Baby
And Urvad the Chil... GET ALKIRE. Hes on a RAMPAGE.
Alkire killed a Recruit, then collapsed in pain.
He isnt dead yet, but now the best is here.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Cyriacus.
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I am Dementyev.
Lets kill this fucker!
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Dementyev
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Im Spencer.
To Battle!
Its dead.
But its blood, has poisoned us.
My Skin... Its Blistering.
And peeling away.
Help.
Us.
PLEASE.
We need more people inside, or We. Are. Dead.
I have reopened the Entrance.
Alkire was just killed.
Now to hope some of those Migrants are alive out there.
It isnt looking likely.
People are dieing of thirst.
And theres barely enough people inside to do anything.
Armok save Us.
And that was the last thing I saw, before the life left My Body.
I dont know where I am.
I am standing within a wooden room.
And here stands a Table, and Chair.
On the Table there is a white box, and a pen.
And this is My Recount.
This is all I have to offer.
Goodbye.
-Spencer
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My Name i... Fuck it, Ive already gone Berserk.
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My name is Tolins!
Lets try and desperately survive!
Everything has ground to a halt.
We just killed a random Trog that somehow got in.
Panopticon is throwing tantrums.
Berserkers have charged outside to kill things for no reason.
Someone out there is trying to kill someone to make something out of their skin.
People are dehydrating.
SEND HELP.
Galenevil is dead.
So much death.
Noone is coming in. The Migrants outside are all being torn up and beaten by the Zombies.
Even a puppy has gone missing now.
Id send a call to arms, and Wed fight the Zombies. But its too late for that.
We are too few.
I cant wait to be unelected.
Its only Late Autumn.
I just received some terrible news.
The Survivors on the Northern Shore are all dead.
Wiped out overnight.
Oh Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LIW0aJpCRls/T28plJF2kHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nKV0jnlckjw/s912/9.png)
Slowpoke is dead, crushed and burnt by the Beast.
Rest in Pieces.
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0eg2EvcssG8/T28pi0AArYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dFdraD78iJg/s912/10.png)
Its dead.
But at the cost of a brave man.
Is it Spring yet.
Nope. Not even Winter.
A Ghost has somehow battered someone, someone was bled out by the Zombies, and We barely have enough Food being made.
The Outpost Liason has arrived.
Rest in Peace.
A Snatcher.
A Fuckin Snatcher.
WASNT THIS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH.
Now Goblins are breathing down our necks.
Five, so far.
The Soldiers with the Caravan are being Pommeled.
The Child Bembul has been Kidnapped.
Wasnt He the son of Brewster?
And now more of that smoke is drifting by.
Right where the armed Caravan is.
Its a fucking infestation out there, and its getting worse.
WINTER!
YES!
I get a BREAK.
Right.
Its about time We stabilised things.
Getting Migrants inside is futile at the moment, mainly due to Their unwillingness to come in.
The Door is wide open, and Traps prevent the Zombies getting in.
Everything outside is Forbidden.
I have done everything I can, from Burrows to trying to fight.
Im done caring, its time I focus on the Fort itself.
We just caught a bunch of Zombies in Cages.
We shall store them in that big empty Room in the First Floor.
Theres many less Tantrums. Mostly just kids.
The real Berserks are locked outside.
They were Heroes.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xCoxWSQrtpI/T3AgI8UgZ5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/dlw8SJWo6rs/s912/1.png)
Vodrilus is still out there fighting, and killing.
Heres the biggest part of the Killing Field.
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QaZU2FM4TD0/T3AgJpBOypI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OvVJDwIbE38/s912/2.png)
Vieto has withdrawn from Society.
Vodrilus is still valiantly battling.
Vieto has seized a Mechanics Workshop.
And now Vieto is making something.
How nice!
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mecKQxp4x1g/T3AgIioIjqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/CRFk8_Vz6zY/s912/3.png)
I know how We could fix everything, but Im unsure We are even capable at this point.
Stone Fall Traps, and Weapon Traps would be needed.
Ill try it, anyway.
The Zombies seem to have given up on Vodrilus, and Fishybangs Zombie is staring at the sealed back door. Hehe.
My Entrance Plan may actually work.
Itd be good for letting things *in*, but stopping stuff going *out* may be an issue, as per fucking usual.
A Cloud of Abominable Smoke drifts on by outside.
Followed closely by another.
The Horde outside is massive. I doubt We will ever be capable of nullifying Them.
The Entrance is almost ready.
Next We'll just need some Migrants to test it on.
Im pretty sure this is our best bet at this stage.
Oh, also, Vodrilus, You fought valiantly. But You seem to be dead.
You shall all be Redorfed when its sensible to do so, worry not!
And Brewster, Youre succeeded by TWO Daughters!
Its begun raining.
I was half expecting it to rain fucking blood, or something.
Weve all calmed down. Anger shall not be the Death of Us.
We can survive this yet, dammit!
Everyones taking an underground Fishing Break.
Yay.
Nothing could possibly be more important than Fishing.
...Im not being sarcastic. We need Food.
It be late Winter.
Soon We shall hold the Elections.
Im just gonna do some quick Redorfing.
Not everyone, just Brewster, and Slowpoke, and Felecia, and Twangykid. Ill let Panopticon sort the rest out.
You know, My New Entrance may *actually* work.
Im damn well not gonna be the one to test it but, thank Armok.
Another Smoke Cloud.
Vodrilus may end up being our Enemy.
Everything has been Stabilised.
After all the Chaos, I shall actually do some Redorfing.
Bluesproto, Vodrilus, Cain, Galenevil, xczxc, Welcome Back.
Well, (*Name* II) that is.
I actually would test the Entrance, but thatd require Migrants.
Everything has been stabilised, and Were pretty much fine.
Biggest problem lies with the fact that at this stage, most of Our Equipment is on Corpses, Outside. So Expansion may be a big issue.
That wont be impossible to remedy. Just dangerous.
The Original Entrance has been outfitted with what I think is the best bet for a safe entry.
Youll need to add some kind of Pressure Plated Backup Mechanism Thingy to seal it incase a massive wave of the bastards come in but.
There is a fucking army outside, do not try and fight, it will not end well.
You have Food and Water aplenty, thats all good.
Overall, Weve been driven into the dirt a bit, but I did mine out the Hospital. Youll just need to make Beds from Cavern Trees, and itll be good to go.
The Water Thingy never got done.
Forgotten Beasts are the biggest danger right now. If another one comes, it may well wipe us out. I suggest preparing a failsafe of some sort.
Good Luck, Panopticon!
Youre among the few who Weathered the Storm.
Mostly because You just spent the whole Year Cooking.
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=6007
And theres the Save. I eagerly await ye, Panopticon!
The following might, or might not be in the spirit of April Fools.
We are totally situated directly next to a Goblin Fortress, and I was waiting for an awesome time to tell You guys.
Are you a business professional?
(http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/networking.png)
LARGE NARRATIVE INCOMING
My name is Aether, born into a world in which sun and warmth was replaced with fire and burning heat. Into a world where all the life I knew was a life of servitude. That has changed now but this is a story about then, before my life changed.
My first memories are hazy but are the only memories of happiness I ever remember from the first years. The memories are of my mother working at the forges of a fortress I do not remember. They are the only memories which link fire with happiness in the first years.
One day as my mother was working the forge, and I trying to get her attention by pulling her beard, a man I had never seen before came running in. He yelled something about a great evil, a darkness, which would destroy anything in its path. A darkness which would engulf us if we stayed.
I heard screams from outside. Frantic high pitched yells of terror.
My mother reached for her hammer, and slung the anvil on her back. “I’m ready” she said, “But where shall we go? All I have ever known is here and I have no relatives elsewhere.”
“The king is leaving across the ocean; I know not where else you could run.” He said as he left
My mother produced a backpack out of her chest and placed me in it, “Do not get out of this pack or look out unless I say so. Your eyes are too young yet for the horrors we may face.”
She swung me and the rest of her load on her back. From this point I know not what happened, but I heard and guessed much. Screams echoed throughout the streets as we ran for the Inn where my father stayed, for he was a warrior whose friend was beer and his lover a hammer, being my father was merely a necessary evil. She spoke to few people on the street but on all lips was tales of woe from lower in the city.
As we got closer to the inn more and more smoke could be smelled. Suddenly my mother stopped and was still.
“Mother?” I whispered, her only response was one which was rare among dwarves, a sob.
She moved again and reached down to the ground. She picked up something and placed me and the bag on the ground. She opened the top and showed me my father’s war hammer. She said nothing but merely unscrewed the bottom and opened a secret compartment, inside of which was a rock slab, on which was engraved the model of a hammer. “This is the model of the hammer you were to have when you grew up, protect it with your life, for it is our last family heritage.” She gave it to me then and closed the top of the bag.
The city was quiet now. Not the quietness of peace, but one of death. Her running speed increased down the slope. As she ran I now heard cries in the distance: “The king has left us! All is lost!”. I also heard cries closer, not from dwarfs’ mouths, but from inhuman tongues. These were getting closer and closer as we ran, catching up to us from behind. Until finally I heard a smash and my mother dropped to the ground, uttering a soft sigh.
I lost my memory then, and I remember a time later, a few years in fact. I was in captivity, a slave. I was the lone captive of my city. I never saw my captors faces for they always worked through other races to coerce me. Luckily I was not treated as badly as other dwarves from other cities captured by the darkness. They had to work in the mines. I was also not treated as bad as the elves, they were put to work cutting down trees. I was the lone dwarf of those captured who had any knowledge of metalsmithing and using the forge. I was kept slightly more fed than the other dwarves for this reason and my arms were not shackled.
For a year we toiled in the dungeons of our captors, me making tools to torture the other prisoners, and the prisoners increasing the size of the dungeon. But there was one chink in the dungeon’s armor keeping all the prisoners imprisoned. There was only one mess hall. It was a place where we could all meet, and thus, naturally, we started planning an outbreak. By this time all the elves had died from torture and shame.
I was the one who initiated the outbreak in the plan. After saving bits of iron from various things, I created the hammer whose design my mother had given me. I then proceeded to break the locks on all the cages, freeing the prisoners. The guards, who were then goblins, came down to see the ruckus. I broke the locks on their heads and let the brains go free. The guards out of the way, we went up the dungeon steps, preparing at any moment for an ambush.
At the top of the steps more guards came into conflict but our sheer numbers overwhelmed them.
We got to the main corridor without incident and could see the gate. Goblins were on the other side of the moat and we rushed to meet them. “For freedom!” A dwarf in the crowd yelled. “Freedom! Booze!” The rest of the crowd roared back.
As we approached the gate they started raising. Reaching the top when we reached them. “Now what?” a dwarf said, “We’re trapped inside.”
“Nonsense.” I said as I strode up to the upright bridge.
“For Armok! For Father! For Mother!” I yelled
I struck the bridge with as much force as I could muster in me, and the bridge fell with a crash. The hammer in my hand shattered. The goblins were smashed under the falling bridge and their blood could be seen running down the hill.
We ran for freedom, we ran to find the nearest port we could find to join our king. Wherever he has gone. Or at least his descendant, so we could offer our aid in removing this threat. Surely our knowledge of the enemy could be used.
We found a boat owned by the enemy but the guards on the boat were not prepared for our fury. We boarded the boat and set sail. Moving with the wind and giving oar strokes as never been seen before. The freedom was like the strongest spirits you could withstand and we soon made it to new land, a town.
“The king?” We asked, “Where has the king of our kingdom gone?”
“Far across the ocean is a fortress under which the king reigns now. I have not heard news for a long time but surely you shall find him there.”
Once again we set sail, came again to new land. There was no town. It was a pleasant looking beach. We decided to camp there until dawn. In the distance we could see undead but we were not scared. We had been more undead than them for years.
During the night we could see a light in the distance; our watch woke us up and showed it to us. We decided to head for it. Maybe this was the fortress our king rules, a fortress named Markedangels.
We approached and saw the zombie hoards, truly there were many and for others maybe they were a difficulty, but for us they were as easy to withstand as whipstrokes in a torture chamber.
A living dwarf approached opened a door and ushered us in, “Welcome to Markedangels strong warrior, we have need of your kind here. Please close the door behind you, the night brings many horrors.”
“I must speak with Chilton” I said
“Alas he is dead, but you can speak with the current mayor”
“Dead? Dead?! But from what?!”
“You must have seen the zombies on the shore?”
“I see, well I shall speak with the mayor then, see that these dwarves get good rest and beer. They have a story to tell that you may wish to hear. Does Chilton have no descendants then?”
“Nay, he was ever depressed and took no wife.”
As we approached the mayor I thought of our hopes and how much they rested on our king, how much we hoped we would have someone to rally a force to take back our mountainhomes. Perhaps we do not need him, but we need strong leadership. Maybe this mayor is of such a weave.
I spoke with the mayor, we had much discussion and his first task for me was this: to record all that I remember of the fall of my homelands and my return here so that future dwarves may remember why we are here. I have now finished my task. I rest my pen. I shall now pick up the hammer and train for the day we take back the mountainhomes and reclaim our heritage.
-May your axe stay sharp, your hammer stay balanced and your head doused in booze-
~~Aether
First time ever writing a story like this...
Description of char (I dont care if he isnt exactly this in game :P)
“Aether” Urist McUrist has been wrathful lately, he experienced the death of a kingdom recently, he was tortured recently, he was caught in the rain recently, he experienced the death of a loved one recently, he experienced the death of a friend recently, he took joy in killing recently, he has been parched for booze recently, he had to drink water lately, he has been haunted by his memories lately, he re-experienced his loss lately, he took joy in saving friends recently, he made new acquaintances recently.
He is an devout worshipper of Armok, he is a casual worshipper of Gembish.
Gembish takes the form of a male dwarf and is generally associated with mountains and war.
He has the appearance of someone who is 60 years old and is one of the first of his kind.
He has the body of one who was once huge but has shrunk from malnourishment, his eyes are copper red, his skin is tanned, his beard has been shaven clean and is only now growing back, his mustache is short, his hair is black, his nose bridge is convex, his chin is quite wide.
He is very quick to heal and very strong.
He likes iron, steel, mithril, plump helmets, and wine. He absolutely detests water. He like goblins for the sounds their heads make when they die. Whenever possible he consumes goblin pie.
He is not very patient, he has a good memory, a good intellect but is not very good at reading emotions. He is very straightforward in his actions and prefers to take things up close.
A short sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
To shit brix you eat cement.
To shit logs you eat....uhhm...seeds and mud and stuff i guess...and then... To be completly honest I don't really know what vegetarians eat. All I know is that my food shits on their food. 8)
(http://dailypicksandflicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/My-food-shits-on-your-food.jpg)
To make it even more complicated the elves are cannibals.
(http://i.imgur.com/5fQYj.png)
Everything seems to go so slowly here. Like, a lazy overseer.
(http://i.imgur.com/8bRQm.png)
Yeah, good luck with that. You'd think that after the last 100 didn't return, maybe they'd stop.
Oi, Vieto! We need our mechanic you lazy sod!
(http://i.imgur.com/JHDDK.png)
I told some random in the hallways to start fishing. I think he was a miller, so he looked confused.
Holy shit, they ARE KILLABLE! WE HAVE HOPE YET.
(http://i.imgur.com/7tkfv.png)
Forgot to crop lol
Hell hath no fury like a donkey scorned.
(http://i.imgur.com/dhMxf.png)
Decided on some exploratary mining.
(http://i.imgur.com/6KeQO.png)
Fuck. This. We NEED an anvil. The only way to get an anvil would be a trader. Ergo, we NEED to get traders in. This could be a dangerous endeavor, and I sure as hell don't want to be the cause of the end of Markedangels. But this MUST be done.
Not using the old trade depot because it's inaccessable atm.
(http://i.imgur.com/CwmEU.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/E1wkd.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/33xJ5.png)
Using a raising bridge and a retractable bridge over a downward slope, I have set it so that one lever opens the outer entrance, while sealing the inner entrance, which covers a channel, meaning instead of a downward slope, it becomes a floor.
This means that when we open the outer bridge to let the caravan/immigrants in, they enter into a sealable area. Seeing as how it's winter now though, we won't be seeing any caravans this year, and I plan on ditching the job to someone else by the end.
lever goes here
(http://i.imgur.com/rkCmN.png)
All this overseer-ing makes me tired. I'll just take a nap...
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Shortest, yet probably the most productive of my turns so far. However, I must bed now. Got school tomorrow an' all.
For some reason i have an urge to write more so here it is:
This is the journal of Aether. It was begun on my arrival to markedangels in… hm. Must remind myself to ask what the date is. I began this journal because, with the death of Chilton, I realize that even if you have something you must finish. Something which you can’t die without doing, chance can end it. With this journal I hope that should I die, some other dwarf will take up the quest. I hope that I do not fail, but, even great dwarves fall and I am most certainly not one of them.
Day 1(DATEUNKNOWN):
Upon finishing the recounting of my capture and escape from the goblins I was assigned to the military force. I can see many dwarves do not fully trust me yet, and so they put me into what seems to be the most dangerous job to be filled. This is fine, it is what I would have wished anyways.
Day 2(DATEUNKNOWN):
Among my fellow members in the military it seems there is very few survivors from the beginnings of this fortress. Tales are told of when careless innocents from other towns wander into the surrounding area and attempt to seek refuge from us. When this happens we are sent out as a mere distraction in the hope that we can save some of these wanderers.
Tactics, it seems, is not a very strong suit here.
Many dwarves are lost in these skirmishes, I hope I can end this ridiculous tradition and introduce some of the plans which I thought of while I spent long hours while toiling in the dark tower.
Day 3(DATE UNKNOWN):
I spoke to the mayor about these plans of mine. It seems the mayor is not the one who is really in charge of the fortress. The one who is is a mysterious “overseer” who changes between dwarves at random. I must find a way to contact this overseer and speak about our home over the sea and convince him of the importance of reclaiming it.
I'll put in dates when I get overseer due to me not wanting to try and sync my stories with the current date.
ALSO: Is there currently a player/general? Cause I'd like that slot if not.
OFF-TOPIC: Best DF god ever
https://www.dropbox.com/s/42959y5qyt7ggf1/God%20of%20lice.jpg (https://www.dropbox.com/s/42959y5qyt7ggf1/God%20of%20lice.jpg)
https://www.dropbox.com/s/8a7svp6b0u0malj/God%20of%20lice%20inv.jpg (https://www.dropbox.com/s/8a7svp6b0u0malj/God%20of%20lice%20inv.jpg)
From now on this is my god lol. He is the BEST dwarf god. I should take time researching his history.
If a part of it goes down the entire cloud follows, I found this out the hard way once.
Seal ALL the projects!
(http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/006/cache/monk-seal_632_600x450.jpg)
Ill take that as a "sure lets have an IRC"
Details:
Download some kind of IRC program. like this --> http://www.mirc.com/ (http://www.mirc.com/)
Join the server named EsperNet
Once you have joined this server join the channel using the following information. (Add it to your favorites if you have mIRC)
Channel: #DF_MarkedAngels_Private
Password: notdeadyet
Network: EsperNet
Ill be on there for a while, otherwise if no one is on you should stay there until someone is.
Haha, he has 3 dudes in him
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A'ight, lets do this.
Aww.
(http://i.imgur.com/lz5R9.png)
Forgot to crop.
One of our children just had a bright idea. Seems that this shithole inspires people.
(http://i.imgur.com/9HeZS.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/RHf5K.png)
EEEEEEEEEK
(http://i.imgur.com/h3Gox.png)
Looks like we have a murder mystery on our hands.
(http://i.imgur.com/BqUMb.png)
WAS IT YOU!?
...ima slab (which i totally wrote as slap the first time) that guy.
(http://i.imgur.com/XYuNk.png)
Well that's totally usefull.
(http://i.imgur.com/7TRzf.png)
K, so what we'll do...
The miner goes on the right side of the bridge, we wall him in, he digs it, then goes to the other side, where the bridge is sealed.
Everythings ready to go..
(http://i.imgur.com/Xe718.png)
FUCK NO YOU AREN'T
Shit, some idiot walled himself in, and I dont have time to fix it.
(http://i.imgur.com/VZLLH.png)
Well. Here goes.
(http://i.imgur.com/x65b9.png)
RUUUUUUUUUN
(http://i.imgur.com/AXdTr.png)
SHUDDUFUQUP KID SRS SHIT RIGHT NOW
(http://i.imgur.com/KLnc1.png)
PULL THE FUCKING LEVER.
(http://i.imgur.com/BALaz.png)
Safe and fucking sound.
(http://i.imgur.com/7KPYx.png)
Also, to the next guy, make sure you lock the door on the same floor as the trade depot while you seal it back up.
To let immigrants in, put them in the burrow "Immigrants" then pull the lever, which opens the outer gate and closes the inner.
Then, when its open put them in "Immigrants part 2" before pulling the lever again and unlocking the door.
Fuck off.
(http://i.imgur.com/utTls.png)
Aaaand half of them charge for that poor bunny.
(http://i.imgur.com/nXkVb.png)
Holy shit thats a harpy.
Fuck me, I build a tunnel for immigrants and traders and NOW NONE OF THEM WILL GET HERE BECAUSE ALMOST 100 GOBLINS. HALF OF WHICH ARE BOWGOBLINS.
Sucks to be you, Felcis.
Heh, because of low FPS i can see arrows flying around really slow, so the battles look cool.
(http://i.imgur.com/WzjnN.png)
That was at like, 70 before the siege.
AND THEN NOTHING HAPPENED FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. YAY.
(http://i.imgur.com/xDL5r.png)
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Got to register for DFFD lol.
Two Drawings. First, the birth of a crappy idea:
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fEe7qtazyi8/T5vzAcIJCPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6SBcyBggn4Y/s912/Crappy%2520Ideas.jpg)
Note the horde of Monsters to the right!
Next, something that occured to Me ages ago:
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HQnEIrWEhBI/T5vzAypvPlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UGZ6tSSH2Rs/s912/Trade%2520Caravan.jpg)
Yeah, right. Lets all go Trading at Markedangels.
Crossbows.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/j1.jpg)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/j2.jpg)
MARKEDANGELS
WHERE YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS
COME TO GET CRUSHED
Im editing the first post. RIGHT NOW.
Looks like my love for crossbows may pay off with !ART!. That's good, right? :P
Yes. Yes, that part of it is good :P
Cognitive Dissonance,
The Man with the Crossbow.
He wouldnt make Pennance,
So now He hides, down Low.
I told Him, I said, You Reap what You Sew.
But give Us all Crossbows?
No. No. No. No.
Soon, You Read, from the Slab, John Doe.
His Mutilated Features, the Expression of Woe.
Crushed under Stone Blows,
And Smashed to Atoms below,
His Memory Burnt, in Magma, so, so.
DO IT FELCIS!
Travel log of the wandering stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, some time in Granite 256
We have been 4 months at sea so far and no lands in sight. The ship does not really make the most reassuring impression on me, but what would you expect for such a suicide mission? No solid warship with a royal escort that's for sure.
Still, we must not give up hope. Land must be near, according to our maps and our mechanic Dalex swears that the crude steam powered engine will hold long enough for us to reach our destination. Many of us mutter about the rumors of that so-called deathtrap "Markedangels", but I will have none of it. A dwarven fortress without a few sacrifices is without glory and by now they will have managed to secure the area with dwarven steel and ingenuity.
And even if there is still room for improvement: How bad can it possibly be?
Meanwhile at Markedangels...
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UBc5_ivrywY/T6CDkEItW2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/41WMhqyEWxQ/s800/Entrances.png)
The situation is direEverything is horrible. A large part of the remaining survivor's consist of children, crippled and wounded. Only one mining-tool remains to do the necessary work and it's wielder is not of the responsible type.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%201.png)
Hords of ghosts haunt the reeking hallways, angered by the lack of respect for their legacy. The artisans can only slowly appease them with memorials.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%202.png)
Still hope remains: The sieging goblins, tired from beating an invincible bunny-zombie, give up and leave for more juicy (and less cursed) targets. Most like they didn't want to get zombified themselves...
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%203.png)
The best thing those useless children can think of to fight the letargy is throwing distracting parties. All that does is earn them a well deserved spanking, before said parties get disrupted.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%204.png)
Travel log of the wandering stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, 2nd Slate 256
Huzzah, land is in sight. We were already closer than we thought, but some weird fog masked it's coast. Be it as it may, the fog cleared and the course is obvious. Soon we will reach the legendary Bagsnubslozgo Kusnath and be safe behind mighty halls carved by skilled dwarven craftmanship.
But I hear Dalex shouting something. My next journal will most likely be written on a table inside a mighty fort...
Meanwhile back at Markedangels...
The ghosts still go rampant and once again claimed one of the few survivor's.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%205.png)
As before, the fearsome Ghostly Private seems to carry the blame.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%206.png)
That terrible event did wonders to motivate the masons and engravers though, as they managed to finish a lot of memorials in record speed. A few of the worst tormented souls have been put to rest.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%207.png)
More raise in their places though. This place has no shortage of anguished spirits...
Just as dwarves have no shortage of recklessness and curiosity it seems.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%208.png)
Travel log of the wandering stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, 21th Slate 256
Damn Dalex and his cursed engine! We almost reached the coast when that thing catched fire out of nowhere. It only took mere minutes for it to explode and tear the entire ship apart. At least most of us were able to reach the coast, but now we are scattered and need to make the rest of the way by foot, without any provisions. I can just hope that we at least get a warm welcome when we are there. Well, not time to curse or write, we have to leg it before Armoks knows what gets us...
Meanwhile back at Markedangels...
The mechanism of the former overseer Twangykid seems to be working. 1 presser, a child and an alpaca managed to get inside. The latter gained so much traumatic experience by crossing the haunted landscape that it instantly matured.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%209.png)
More migrants arrive on the scene and still wait outside though and there is also another guest that has arrived...
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2010.png)
Travel log of the wandering stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, 14th Felsite 256
We made it inside! Just me, Dalex and a few others. Many more are still wandering around on the cursed earth outside. They came late, because we were scattered after the shipwreck and could not risk wait for anyone struggling behind us. And damn, was that a good decision after all what we saw happening outside.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2011.png)
As scary as that creature was, I am glad that it appeared. Who knows if those trolls would have let us pass if they still had all their organs and bones intact. After killing most of the trolls it transformed back into a goblin and ran away.
Not sure if we should feel much safer inside here though. On top of the general depression of the inhabitants, our new home does have some serious problems of the supernatural kind.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2012.png)
Even long-time veterans in the middle of the main hall are not safe it seems.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2013.png)
With such a fearsome enviroment, it is no wonder that the population prefers to have large orgies in a shared bed, to comfort each other.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2015.png)
Also the lack of manpower seems to be so severe that a one legged clothier is forced to travel through the entire fortress to pull the all-important migrant-lever, that also opened the gate for us. I just hope that the rest of our comrades will make it inside as well. I for one still miss my trusty puppy...
Journal of the new overseer and stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, 29th Felsite 256
Much and more has changed in the two weeks since my arrival. Our leadership and my position for starters. But I will start where my last journal left of.
We managed to get a few more survivors inside the fort after us, with Vieto crushing a cursed pursuer with our gate mechanism.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2016.png)
Those were the last signs of life that we saw from the outside world, though. There were reports of a large gobling army that most likely laid siege upon this whole area shortly afterwards.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2017.png)
I fear that both my dear puppy and all the other migrants (should have been around 10survivors left) got massacred.
Since the situation looked more and more hopeless with the nonexisting leadership, I stepped up to the task. My recent knowledge of the surface might prove useful in solving a few of our more urgent problems.
Also on another positive note, a child managed to survive long enough to cross what most dwarves call "the border to usefulness" and become a real member of society, potentially worthy of respect.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2018.png)
Most importantly though,the captain of the guard, who is also the chief miner, and I were able to secure a tool that our fortress was sorely lacking.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2019.png)
Yes, we finally got an anvil. We also got another pick and a lot of cloth for the bargain. The miner dug up, after we secured the passage with drawbridges, and quickly channeled the spot with the dead merchant-animal. Thanks to the immortal bunny, the goblins were too busy to even notice that whole event.
And that concludes my first spring in the infamous fort Markedangels.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/DF%20Summer.png)
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Phew, I'm sorry for taking so long, but I really lacked the time to play a lot the last weekend. And the framerate is pathetic, mostly fluctuating between 3 and 7FPS for me. I almost finished a much less eventful summer and hope that I can put up the next journal soon.
Also don't expect any interesting superprojects before autumn. I have all my hands full with the basics right now. :-\
Journal of the overseer and stone-artisan Felcis Lularasen, 14th Hematite 256
The Summer has been very peaceful, if you ignore the constant noise of the goblins punching a bunny on the surface. I will try to use the time to transform this artless hole into something remotely resembling a civilized place, starting with living rooms and some cultural trinkets.
The mayor, a calm dwarf called Vieto, is supposedly a pretty respected figure around here, since he is one of the founding members of this hellhole. That would explain why he gets so much attention from ghostly fans.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2020.png)
Earning his trust might be crucial to securing my position here. I will take care of his stalker and also try to organize an adequate room for someone of his position.
Meanwhile Twangykid le third, supposedly the leader of our so called "militia", is lying still wounded and starving on a hospital table. It seems that he was forgotten there and no one wants to feed someone not in a bed. It is a disgrace for our society that nobody here can find the time to just give a wounded fellow dwarf some plump helmet to nibble.
Now excuse me, I have to continue making stone trinkets.
17th Malachite 256
Never mind Twangykid, someone brought him food and water a few days later. The sudden kindness lifted his spirits and he now seems to be whole and healthy again. He just got out of bed and started fletching some traning ammunition from our spare bones.
Also more bonding beyond the verge of death.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2021.png)
Another child shows to have more useful hobbies and got a sudden urge of inspiration.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2022.png)
He quickly finished his little school-project after a short time.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2023.png)
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2024.png)
That sure is a nice mug, but not something I would search for in history books.
26th Malachite 256
Remember those goblins? They supposedly achieved some pretty impressve skills while beating a helpless bunny for weeks. All of them achieved the "Elite"-Rank of their caste. That did not protect them from the dark powers of this place though.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2025.png)
A big part of the entire siege-force got instantly turned into horrifying creatures, moaning in pain. After a short time of confusion they wandered of, most likely for the lack of a visible foe to gnaw on. The rest of the army that was still uncursed shat their weasel leather pants and ran away as well. The siege was broken and more migrants can come to this place. Huzzah...
28th Galena 256
Rooms got carved out, stone got mined, wood got chopped. And most importantly, more ghosts got busted (or "calmed down", if you want to be elvish). It is almost too quiet now without their antics. There is still that one Ghostly Hammer Lord called Edem Ezumdeleth, who I guess is just too powerful to banish. Even after several memorials, he still stubbornly haunts our halls.
And that is it for summer.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2026.png)
21th Limestone 256
Everything runs smoothly so far. More and more living rooms get finished and I managed to create some truly fabulous pieces of dwarven culture myself.
Noises from the outside indicate that one of the mysterious protectors engaged superior numbers in battle but is still holding on. He most likely even fights with that horrible Wrestler-zombie that haunts this site.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2027.png)
The other one is still living as well, constantly poking zombies with his pointy stick.
28th Limestone 256
Some dwarf called Cain III. got it into his head that heavy weaponry will be the key to solve all our problems and built an impressive catapult in an empty room to work on his aim. I am sure the cursed smoke will be sooo~ scared when we throw rocks at it...
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2028.png)
Nevertheless he seems to be pretty good at what he is doing and it might come in handy later. It's not like we have a lot of other important industries at the moment.
12th Sandstone 256
Good News! We had a huge migrant-wave arriving the last days. 13 dwarves in total.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2029.png)
Since most of the zombies seem more fearsome than actually agressive, I opted for a simpler strategy this time. I just opened the way on the entrance that we used to get the anvil. I hoped that the zombies would stay outside while migrants would run for their lives to reach our fortress.
And I was right! The dwarven convoy moved swiftly to the stairs. The zombies were just as scared by the living dwarves as the other way around, so the superior numbers were able to drive them away. Even the one zombie that managed to get into the underground corridor was just run over by most of the dwarves and animals alike. It all went by perfectly...until two reckless idiots decided to pick up a fight with the zombie and provoke it. One Fisherdwarf got his leg ripped open and he and a tanner are now trapped between 2 insecure zombies. They might not be worth the effort, but I will try to get them inside on an alternative way.
But first the smart migrants have to be put to work...
19th Sandstone 256
Nevermind that, the zombies got too annoyed by the whining...
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2030.png)
Both dwarves and a keet got killed and supposedly eaten. At least the lamb that was still outside was smart enough to run away and into safety. Remember: being dumber than a lamb quickly serves you death in places like this.
Now we still got annoying zombies blocking the corridor. I hope that they will get bored and just leave when we keep it blocked of. Another cloud of smoke drifts by in the meantime.
Meanwhile our armed forces get reinforced by new recruits. Twangykid switches from militia commander to the captain of the guard and gets help from a new marksdwarf called CognitiveDissonance. A hammerdwarf with the strange name of MarcAFK will be our one-man army for now.
26th Sandstone 256
As I expected, the zombies got bored from the bland corridor and went back up to breath the fresh, haunted air. I block of the way to the surface again and work on some plans for a defensive project in that area. It will take quite a lot of work and might be unchivalrous in some eyes, but playing fair is no option in this kind of world.
13th Timber 256
Our new captain of the guard Twangykid had some inspirational thoughts while making bolts and quickly claimed the bowyers workshop!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2031.png)
And if that's not enough, a dwarven caravan arrived on the very same day with an escort and liason.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2032.png)
I opened the merchant's entrance and waited for them to come in. The wagons just ignored the lumbering undead in the countrysite and continued on their way, but the merchants on foot were scared away and couldn't move forward. Meanwhile the guards, instead of acting like proper escorts, all joined the spearmaster and clustered around the first zombie they saw.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2033.png)
Good thing those dangerous zombies don't seem to care much for merchants on wagons...
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2034.png)
I ordered to build an alternative way to the trade depot from the inside, so we can reach it more easily with the trade goods. Then we closed the door, since waiting for the other traders seemed pointless.
29th Timber 256
Our way to the merchants was finished and we are still carrying trade goods to the depot. My crafts will make the speechless, I am sure.
Unfortunately we had to kill a valued member of our society to satisfy Twangy's need for bones: A mule. Hopefully his project will come to an end soon. His constant shouting for materials is getting on everybodies nerves.
More alarming tidings came from our main area in the caves. That weird beast is sitting there, right next to our walls. Everybody told me to calm down since we have solid walls, but I am not convinced. It's body might not be impressive, but at least it has WINGS.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2035.png)
Let us pray that it won't learn to use those. Not much else we can do about it on a short-term.
And that should be it for autumn.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2036.png)
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Three seasons down, one to go. The FPS improved slightly, but Winter might be more eventful again, from what I've seen so far. I hope everyone is satisfied with the dorfing choices so far. There is still room for more.
I already played a month of winter and hope that I can finish my turn tomorrow or Monday.
@Hammerdorfs: slowpokez nailed my thoughts on that. xD
Cutting weapons might be effective against the zombies (since their body parts most likely don't revive) but both piercing and blunt are almost completely useless. We might still need soldiers in general against goblins and threats in caverns, though.
6th Moonstone 256:
The cold season began with truly amazing news that instantly warmed my heart.
Our miners were able to uncover the legendary metal of the gods: Adamantine!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2037.png)
Just look at how fabulous it sparkles. I can't wait to build some excellent mugs out of it. Those will be the blast on our next monthly tea-party, I assure you!
Meanwhile, those impatient traders wanted to leave us soon again, but Vieto was busy sleeping.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2038.png)
I just ordered anyone to sort them out and a Pump Operator is one the way. I hope that one knows what he is doing, since we could really need their goods. Especially another anvil would be most welcome.
10th Moonstone 256:
Damn those traders!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2039.png)
They refused too trade with us, as long as not their entire caravan arrived at the trade depot. Completely ignoring, that those cowardly idiots were just doing a stupid dance back and forth with those zombies outside. Later they just decided to leave and take all their stuff with them.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2041.png)
Well, I plainly reminded them who controls the drawbridges and doors in this place and left them to ponder on their decision. Maybe they will come to sense one day or we have to find a different solution.
On positive news, our miners were able to dig a good way to the adamantine.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2040.png)
We will carefully begin to extract some of it. Maybe Twangy will finally begin his work when seeing those marvelous materials.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2042.png)
We already cut every gem we have and he is still shouting nonsense and brooding over his collected materials. Everyone is very worried about him.
7th Opal 256:
Another child called Feb Asmelzedot reached working age. Excellent, we still need more miners for our freshly forged picks.
We were also visited by our old friend, the werehyena Snamoz Stozuslusmbu Stusmexakon!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2043.png)
It didn't plan on a lengthy stay however. It was just starting beating up a nearby fisher-zombie and left a few days later. Well, goodbye Snamoz. Till next time!
13th Opal 256:
And another surprising visitor enters our caverns.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2044.png)
You can almost smell his stench in my room, despite all the stone between us. We should get some aromatic candles against that.
Also we got some spooking going on again.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2045.png)
I ordered for him to be memorized, before he gets any funny ideas.
17th Opal 256:
Finally! Twangykid continued working after I sacrificed our only ram to his honor. He quickly grapped it's bones and started working like a madman.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2046.png)
We will see what was on his mind very soon, I hope. It better be something truly fabulous, with all the trouble we went through to satisfy him.
And another deposit of the mysterious material was found.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2047.png)
A safe way to reach it is on the to-do list right now.
20th Opal 256:
Twangy's masterpiece is finished. And... his mind must really be stressed from those 2 years in this place.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2048.png)
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2049.png)
He created a bow. A BOW! I personally pride myself in being an open-minded gentledwarf and I cannot deny the craftdwarfship that went into it. But who is going to use it? No dwarf here will shame him- or herself by touching that thing or by creating arrows for it. What a shameful waste of time...
He claims that his excursion into foreign weaponry helped him to improve his craft in crossbowmaking at least. We will test that later, once we got more wood and hands to shoot those crossbows.
7th Obsidian 256:
Gentledwarves, we might have finished the solution to our zombie problem or at least a way to reduce their numbers. It might not be as honourable and elegant as most of us (including me) would prefer it to be, but it should be safe and effetive. Behold: Ral's Fist, the crushing Bridges!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2051.png)
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2050.png)
We expanded the southern entrance and installed 5 long bridges at one side that can crush everything that enters that corridor with one simple pull of a lever. Zombies or other foes can be lured in and then trapped with doors or bridges, before finally pulverizing them. No matter how invincible those cursed creatures might be: Nothing can survive a bridge dropped on it.
Only thing that confuses me, is that one bridge seems to be invisible when pulled up. Well, I am not the expert on mechanics, so what do I know? I am hopeful that it will work out just perfectly.
30th Obsidian 256:
The last month of my reign was going by very calmly. We managed to mostly finish the special rooms for our mayor, the captain of guard and myself of course. We also managed to extract quite some of those mysterious glowing stones and refine them into metal bars, that might be useful for armor and weaponry. That is for my successor to decide, since I will lay down my office and concentrate on creating artful trinkets again, as was my destiny all along. I hope that the surroundings now suit my needs a bit better than when I arrived.
Here are the latest accounts from our bookkeeper:
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2052.png)
Our supplies are quite good, but our workforce still leaves room for improvement as does our metal industry. Maybe someone can find some tin in the granite layers, so we can at least create bronze.
For everyones sake, I wish the next leader of this place the best of luck.
~ Felcis Lularasen, the Preserver of Culture
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1139062/DF%20Succession%20Game%20Markedangels/Markedangels%20Screen%2053.png)
Okay, I finished my turn. Our position should be a bit more comfortable and secure right now, but we are still pretty much defenseless against everything that somehow gets inside our fort.
To my shame I didn't really create any awesome superprojects, but I kinda wanted to concentrate on survival and infrastructure. I'm sure you guys will have enough awesome ideas for your turns. :P
And here is the save:
SAVE (http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=6277)
PS: Do those zombies even die to magma? I once read that only completely dead bodies get destroyed by it, not undeaths.
After suddenly being elected the new overseer, I called for a gathering near an old siege machine, a spot we like to call 'Le catapulte', to discuss what we were going to do.
(http://i.imgur.com/V60yJ.png)
14 adults and 19 children, 33 hungry bastards. Monom Deduklar, the resident minstrel, decided to pass on the tale of the great fort of markedangels, mainly to attract migrants. Anyway, let's see what we have here:
(http://i.imgur.com/UwcI2.png)
This is the entrance
(http://i.imgur.com/Lam75.png)
No, wait, this one. Yes, those are corpses.
(http://i.imgur.com/i2J7S.png)
Hold on. I don't know what the fuck is going on here. Fuck it, we are building a new entrance.
(http://i.imgur.com/lmQ8c.png)
Local graffiti, you know, the people's mood.
(http://i.imgur.com/b9lfA.png)
I have no idea what this is. Perhaps a future entrance under construction?
(http://i.imgur.com/Qjlen.png)
There are dozens of zombies outside and inside the fort. The latter ones are mostly caged, there is one zombie free behind fortifications and a complex mechanism next to it. Sick, I know.
(http://i.imgur.com/2VDNP.png)
I can hardly imagine how many miners and resources were spent on this.
So, we've established that previous overseers were a bunch of egomaniacs, the fort in whole is a dirty hole, there are no sane dwarves left, we have a massive surplus of children, the are several...
(http://i.imgur.com/MLXYl.png)
Ah! This is nice! There is a working fortress below everything! I take that back, previous overseers.
(http://i.imgur.com/rYabk.png)
Stylish.
(http://i.imgur.com/dlciv.png)
Very very nice. But everyone insist they must go to the upper fort. Replace cages, they say. Sickos. Anyway, we are banning the upper fort and we are going to make a brand new entrance, which is going to protect immigrants and merchats, and scare foes. It is going to feature fortifications, inner barracks, bridges, moats, traps, art, statues, food, chairs, it's going to be awesome.
MARKEDANGELS
If it werent for the fucking Catapult, We wouldnt even need to BOTHER with an Entrance.
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kr_cnZnAxfU/T9gFtEDUawI/AAAAAAAAAic/O3Gd21MKn98/s912/Markedangels.jpg)
Such a welcoming sight! Especially for the Catapult Pilgrims...
After having spent several nights in my overseer's office, reading the logs of my predecessors, I became increasingly horrified. Were we doomed to die struggling? It appeared so. Then, I raised my eyes and saw all of those familiar faces, dwarves who had suffered, orphans, widows, all accosted by ghosts of their long dead friends; or worse, being forced to endure seeing their loved ones crawling around in the open, dripping blood and eating raw meat, like animals, without signs of any type of dwarfity (humanity). These were strong dwarves, and they all deserved something better: A fortress without zombies.
It was then that I devised a glorious plan. Scratch that nonsense about a nice entrance. Let's go full dwarf. I, xczxc, will build a mechanism to end all unlife, and to give Markedangels a fresh start, or die trying. Which is something I can do a couple of times, since there are some undwarfed dwarves (dorfing anyone?). Here is the list:
(http://i.imgur.com/mjUNO.png)
So, how is the zombienihilator going to work? Let me explain:
First. A series of winding tunnels are going to be built, all of which spawn from a common room away from the main fort.
Second. Chambers will be dug on top of a segment of those tunnels and a plug of dirt will be hanging from the roof, held by a single pillar, which will be connected to a lever.
Third. Pressure plates will be placed in the tunnels, connected to floodgates to trap zombies.
Fourth. Baits will be placed along the tunnels. Hopefully, animals.
Fifth. The tunnels are going to be opened to the exterior and the miners will return inmediately to the tunnels.
Sixth. Zombies, lured with the smell of fresh meat and fort entrances, will rush into the tunnels, becoming trapped inside the several floodgates. After a while most of the zombies are trapped.
Seventh. The lever is going to be pulled and BAM! No more zombies. The end.
Flawless, right?
But before that we need a healthy fort, and a lot of picks. So, my first rule is banning the upper fort, not because it's dangerous (all the entrances are sealed, I think), but mainly because of the law of dwarven entropy: The bigger a fortress gets, the more time is spent in useless jobs. We need focused dwarfs!
(http://i.imgur.com/8Fp1d.png) (http://i.imgur.com/XeSkT.png)
We have plenty of food and drinks. In fact, we have plenty of everything.
(http://i.imgur.com/XvLGu.png) (http://i.imgur.com/qclZm.png)
Life goes on. At the local hospital, Id Zaluddakost, who has a broken rib, is the first patient of our brand new doctor, Dr. Fokerdeduk. Who is diagnosing him after several days of idling around. Not being able to work because of his rib, Zaluddakost didn't make any crowns for the mayor and is now a criminal. But Markedangels is a free society, there are no cages anywhere. There is a mayor planning to proclaim himself king, tough, probably because we've been isolated for so much time.
(http://i.imgur.com/uSASG.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/0jIIC.png)
A small child was killed by a violent ghost. It is unclear how exactly, but his corpse was found in the floor of the memorial hall, where the children spend most of their time. They don't play, no one does in here, they just wander around near the graves, daydreaming about nicer places. And the recently killed child with the specter hovering over it is still laying there. No one dares to approach to pick up the body.
(http://i.imgur.com/t36MK.png)
(http://i.imgur.com/DsnU7.png)
I should add building several safehouses around the fortress in case there are dwarves outside to my plan.
(http://i.imgur.com/jXfjG.png)
The smoke has traveled the whole map twice. I hope it's seasonal.
(http://i.imgur.com/sP8cR.png)
Fuck, migrants! Let's see...which lever should we pull?
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY LEVERS?! I HATE THIS PLACE.
(http://i.imgur.com/S57S0.png)(http://i.imgur.com/PT2zX.png)(http://i.imgur.com/bzEsK.png)(http://i.imgur.com/CMiBj.png)(http://i.imgur.com/8beic.png)
Markedangels - The lever orgy. Hmm. Bridge, bridge, bridge, bridge, bridge...There are bridges everywhere and main entrances everywhere. I'll pull them all. Let's hope they make it.
(http://i.imgur.com/Y1AMo.png)
The way is blocked by a group of zombies.
(http://i.imgur.com/b6OUT.png)
Such are the times in which heroes are made. A migrant suddenly decides to rip zombies heads and starts hitting one.
(http://i.imgur.com/NZFMA.png)
Well, none of the levers did anything, but there are some rogue stairs hiding under a pool of blood that are serving as entrance. For both the migrants and zombies, but, there are some heroic dwarves who will stay along the way to fend off zombies until everyone is inside.
(http://i.imgur.com/rPNse.png)
So, some zombies got inside. No biggie. He has it under control.
(http://i.imgur.com/MFEYH.png)
That is, until the zombie ripped his foot off. Now we're in trouble.
(http://i.imgur.com/5rOoO.png)
WOHOOO! COME INSIDE, BOYS!
(http://i.imgur.com/IX6Bw.png)
After that group, the foot-ripper zombie found the entrance to the lower fort and it had to be forbidden. The migrants, seeing that it was either fight or die, decided to follow the original migrant-soldier and went for the glory. Soon, markedangel's peaceful shore turned into a battlefield.
(http://i.imgur.com/CdTDl.png)
Meanwhile, foot-ripper, seeing that he couldn't get in, started to wander. The migrants just have to wait to get in.
(http://i.imgur.com/b2o0E.png)
But it is too much for some dwarves, and they loose control of themselves.
(http://i.imgur.com/nzsxk.png)
Fortunately, original migrant-soldier is still kicking around, except this time he's fighting fellow dwarves.
(http://i.imgur.com/fCUFu.png)
BUT DON'T KILL HIM!
(http://i.imgur.com/WHtoQ.png)
Even though the field is full of weapons (unforbidden), the migrants refuse to pick any of them and fight the zombies barehanded, which is very stupid.
(http://i.imgur.com/s7I8M.png)
The fight is now meaningless. The few remaining undrafted dwarves (not dead) are scattered and away from the entrances.
(http://i.imgur.com/ByBXN.png)
Foot-ripper and his victim are dancing their eternal tango near the entrance, scaring away everyone.
-I don't know why but I really love your updates ;D
After having spent several nights in my overseer's office, reading the logs of my predecessors, I became increasingly horrified.
-Did you really read all the overseers logs(posts)? Awsome in that case :P
Well, none of the levers did anything, but there are some rogue stairs hiding under a pool of blood that are serving as entrance.
-Total anticlimax xD
Not being able to work because of his rib, Zaluddakost didn't make any crowns for the mayor and is now a criminal.
The short tale of the dwarf Id Zaluddakost.
-Id had always been a peaceful dwarf with small and few aspirations in life. For almost 5 years he had lived quite happily with his brother at one of the survivorcamps but one day the rumors of a strange cult started spreading amongst the dwarves. The cult of the catapult it was called, Id didn't think much of it as he had never been a particularly spiritual induvidual. But the same could not be said about his brother whom suddently had become the major force behind of the spreading the cult. Before Id even had time to realise his situation, Id, his brother and a couple other dwarves set out for the now (in)famous Markedangels. Skipping a few months forward.
Id has now been staying at the outpost for a weeks and has stared getting used to the sounds of the undead gnawing on eachothers limbs and the screams of those who had been locked outside. He lived in constant fear but never let it hurt his morale, he worked hard everyday and tried to live his life the best he could under the circumstances. Then came to accident. He was badly hurt with ribs sticking out his side and a face as white as that of a cavetroll. Many days he lied in a dirty bed flowing in and out of consciousness while hearing the horrid sounds of Markedangels mixed with his own slow and heavy hearbeat. As he thought he was going to die a shady figure dressed in a white robe stepped up to his bed. The docor quickly glanced at Id before he brutually showed his ribs back into his chest. Id was about to join the dying outsiders in their constant screaming and crying but the pain took him away from this world once again.
As he woke up he first thought that he was back at camp but as he smelled the mixture of blood, piss and miasma he remebered where he was. His eyes had not adjusted themself to the light yet but he could see the outline of a face. Id felt a bit warmer inside when he realised that his brother had sat by his side during his recovery. He realised that his brother probably was the only one in this hellhole who cared if he lives or dies...but...The dwarf leaning over him was far to big to be his brother...
The dwarf was now right in his face staring at him with despise, his breath smelled of cheap liquor and rottening catmeat.
-Are you awake? he said with raspy voice so low that Id couldn't tell if he were a dwarf or not...
-y..yes. Id said as he felt dribbles of saliva and old bits of meat hittin his face...
-I am the the sheriff in this sad excuse for and outpost. are you hearing me you sad piece of shit? As his face drew even closer Id could feel his beard on his naked chest.
-y...y..yes. His vision began coming back and the face of the massive dwarf leaning over him became clearer. His face was scarred and his theeth as black as coal, his eyes were sunken deep into his skull as they tend to do after many years of heavy drinking...
-A dwarf who does not follow the law is a criminal. The law is decided by the king. My job is to hurt criminals so badly that they either never will concider commiting a crime again or never be able to commit a crime again.
Not long ago the selfproclaimed king of Markedangels issued an order for a crown. An order for you. And let's say that you did not follow the law of Markedangels what does that make you?
As he said this his face shifted for the murderous look he had earlier to a look of what only could be described as amusement
-B..but I've bee..been badly wo...wo...wounded... The dwarf was now so close that their foreheads almost touched. What had previosly been a hint of amusement in his eyes had now turned to the forced grin of a madman...
-when I'm done with you will wish that you never survived that accident...
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Nice engraving chillton :)
Could you draw this part "Through the fields of the undying they wandered...few survived and even fewer kept their sanity."
of this Through harsh mountains and ominous swamps they wandered...the weak were left behind and unlucky were forever lost.
Through piles of filth and rottening corpses they wandered...the stench was unbareable. As they got closer they could see movement, not dwarves nor beast.
Through the fields of the undying they wandered...few survived and even fewer kept their sanity.
But as the gates of Markedangels opened they all knew it was worth it because inside these walls the room lies.
The room of the catapult.
I'll be like a story thingie.____________________________________________________________________________________________
Btw anyone playing tribes?
It's pretty awsome you should try it :D
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Move at over 200kmph
Highly skillbased(no hitscan)
Acually require teamwork
Free(you can get everything in game with xp, maybe not cosmetics)
The fact that I'm playing it should be reason enough etc.
...I feel like I should have posted this elsewere.
Nice engraving chillton 
Could you draw this part "Through the fields of the undying they wandered...few survived and even fewer kept their sanity."
of this [spoiler]Through harsh mountains and ominous swamps they wandered...the weak were left behind and unlucky were forever lost.
Through piles of filth and rottening corpses they wandered...the stench was unbareable. As they got closer they could see movement, not dwarves nor beast.
Through the fields of the undying they wandered...few survived and even fewer kept their sanity.
But as the gates of Markedangels opened they all knew it was worth it because inside these walls the room lies.
The room of the catapult.
I'll be like a story thingie.
Sure, why not. Its 2:31am now, so gimme until like, midnight my time tomorrow. Or today. or however that works.
itll suck, but i swear i will make it amazing. trust me
Through harsh mountains and ominous swamps they wandered...the weak were left behind and unlucky were forever lost.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Harshmountain.jpg)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/ominousswamp.jpg)
Through piles of filth and rottening corpses they wandered...the stench was unbareable. As they got closer they could see movement, not dwarves nor beast.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/thefieldofdecayingcorpeses.jpg)
Through the fields of the undying they wandered...few survived and even fewer kept their sanity.
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m5mW1wDqo14/T9tGHGAU--I/AAAAAAAAAis/tEuAVGoTidE/s912/The%2520Journeymen.jpg)
But as the gates of Markedangels opened they all knew it was worth it because inside these walls the room lies.
The room of the catapult.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/catapult2.jpg)
MARKEDANGELS
WHERE YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS
COME TO GET CRUSHED
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Bonus
Tribes Ascend.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/triebs.jpg)
It's good for you.
Dueling someone at 200kmph is garanteed fun.
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I almost forgot-
PRAISE THE CATAPULT!
For weeks to come, the dwarves of Markedangels were haunted (also) by nightmares of the beast seen through the well...
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/ma_forg_cavy.png)
A sketch of no quality, excusable as a nightmarish vision.
Btw, what is the color "rush"?
Finally... :o
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The journal of Vodrilus III Koganlelum, Overseer
3rd Slate
The topside dwarves are still fighting each other. Perhaps they have received a vision from the Catapult to struggle for glory between each other? Fortunately, also the monsters are fighting each other.
I found something today that made me gasp for air. I am both so overjoyed and so dismayed that I find it hard to keep myself in check. An adamantine... spiked ball? At first I thought that I was dreaming, but then I realized that there was no adamantine barrel of sunshine in my lap.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/12_spiked_ball.png)
18th Slate
Our workforce swells with new pilgrims. Praised be the Catapult!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/13_pilgrims.png)
Also, another useless mouth to feed.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/14_new_life.png)
19th Slate
Work is progressing on my personal project, albeit slowly. What's that commotion I hear? Oh no.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/15_tantrum.png)
Apparently, she is increasingly embarrased due to her exposed nether regions.
20th Slate
An evil mist drifted closeby.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/16_poorbastards_2.png)
Fortunately, the poor bastards outside were spared.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/16_poorbastards.png)
21st Slate
The "outpost liaison" that's been hanging here has finally dared to enter the fortress. By the Catapult, has he been here for half a year!? I doubt he'll be able to accommodate our needs, but I asked for some steel bars, anyway.
2nd Felsite
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/17_first_error.png)
Oh no! The project! You fools, I said channels, not ramps! Now that floor is flooding. Quickly, we must protect the forge! Build walls, or die trying!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/18_price.png)
Too late for the project, but just in time to save the forges. One of the fools has paid the ultimate price. I hope he rots in some hell.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/18_price_paid.png)
10th Felsite
The work on the project progresses only very slowly. Our miners slack every chance they get. The manufactury of the other critical items is also progressing with alarming sloth. I wonder if it will be ready even with a full year of work on it...
The only bits of news that have broken the tedium of Markedangels is that some pilgrim child wandered under our drawbridges. Poor fool. Also, another cloud has drifted to us, topside.
11th Felsite
Oh no. Now the dwarves decided to fill a finished goods 'pile in the forbidden parts with some old socks! A quick word sent them scurrying back.
12th Felsite
Now some of those 'pilers are going back topside to "clean". What's there to clean? Sand? Bird shit? I haven't seen the surface in a while now, but back then it was just a heap of blood and vomit. I suspect there is more to this than simple ardor. Perhaps they wish to leave? The temptation to activate the zombienihilator is great, but instead I will just ban all cleaning in the fort. I'd wager that it makes no real difference in this little heap of steaming hot dog droppings.
12th Felsite
What is the meaning of this? Today I found a strange graffiti etched on the wall: "Remember Citadel!" I had no idea what that could mean, so I quickly ordered the wall to me smoothed again. This is not the only suspicious thing here in Markedangels. I hear hushed words in the crawlspaces and unintelligible utterances that must be some sort of a code, like "The cavy flames bright today." -- Madness! sometimes I see gatherings of dwarves in the unused, winding corridors, eyeing me suspiciously. What is going on here?
13th Felsite
A mob of angry goblins has arrived! I counted around 70.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/19_siege.png)
They must surely be out of their minds, for the sanctum of the Catapult cannot be defiled by such unworthy creatures. Even the evil mists seems to protect us, but the goblin scum blithely resumed their march for our rather unassuming entrance.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/21_idiotic_bravery.png)
As a personal token of my appreciation, I ordered the passageway to be sealed. The filthy troupe promptly buggered off after some maimed monster -- perhaps a horse foal or a cavy pup. I hear unending sounds of fighting up there. There were some reports of the goblins attacking the monsters, of which I am glad. Let them first destroy the monsters and later we'll deal with the actual goblins.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/20_sweet.png)
19th Felsite
Topside, he fighting still continues. I can hear the goblins screaming with anger, but I can't comprehend their speech. One of our more learned dwarves told me that most of the screams were "why won't you die" or "die die die die die" or some other variation of the same idea. Serves them right.
I just received a report of another twisted beast in the caverns. I couldn't make heads or tails of the description, so I'm just writing it down word for word:
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/22_filth.png)
A skinny pile of shit on four legs?
Also, the project demands more copper, which means that we must have more tetrahedrite. I have ordered a new tunnel dug for prospecting in the shoreline shale, hopefully above the aquifer.
23th Felsite
Still fighting. The constant noise is haunting my dreams, even though it can't possibly reach the cavernous deeps. The "miners" finally reached the shale. How can they be so slow about it?
27th Felsite
Fighting. The prospectors found a cache of tetrahedrite! Now the project may continue...
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/23_finally_th.png)
28th Felsite
The mining has finally begun. Here is a sketch of Olon the Beekeeper mining and Ineth the Peasant hauling. Magnificent!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/24_mining.png)
Now we'll just have to haul it all the way down... could there be a faster way?
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The summer is here! That was sticky. :P
Just kidding :P
Look closer.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/clay3.gif)
Journal of Vodrilus III Koganlelum, Overseer
7th Hematite
The goblin force has abandoned the siege, leaving behind injured soldiers. Now the monstrous yak is *pushing* one to death...
15th Hematite
Another cloud of smoke. Otherwise uneventful. Some goblins still remain, and then there are the trolls... They just linger by an abandoned trade depot, underground. The mining goes on, the hauling goes on, the smelting goes on, the project goes on.
17th Hematite
Curse our luck! We are beset by trolls; they were merely feigning interest in our archtectural marvels. Now they have breached a door to get to us! They are in!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/26_interruption.png)
(The script changes from the careful, deliberate hand of Vodrilus III to a more reckless and messy one.)
The Journal of Vodrilus IV Medtoblitast, Overseer
18th Hematite
Vodrilus III Koganlelum has been struck down, and I, Vodrilus IV Medtoblitast, live. I now take my rightful place as Overseer.
19th Hematite
A dwarf has been possessed by unknown powers! He stares into the distance with glassy eys and mutters "Agsal Rilem", drool falling from his mouth. He demands things, but doesn't make any sense. Now is not the time to play "guess what I want" games!
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/27_possession.png (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/27_possession.png)
What now? The mayor wants someone to construct a crown!? That bastard! We have better things to do.
21st Hematite
The trolls are no more. We have decided to throw their corpses down into the magma sea. One axedwarf and two raw recruits also fell; no substantial loss to the fort there. xczxc was also wounded, and lies incapacitated by the pain. Vodrilus III will have a tomb, even if it will be rather small. I'll dig it out myself if I have to.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/28_tomb.png)
Done.
22nd Hematite
While gathering up the notes of my predecessor, I found a point of interest... a particular project... Intriguing.
The peasant sits inside the workshop, shaking and drooling, babbling on about that "Agsal Rilem". He seems to want bone, but there is precious little of it handy, all at his disposal. Still, he doesn't budge to get it. Fool.
The other dwarves gave me quite a stare when I gave the order to wall him in, just in case. They know nothing.
24th Hematite
We are now swimming in copper. The project goes according to the old plan. The mechanics will take a while to get their job done, but otherwise we are rolling.
26th Hematite
I have discovered another journal among the possesions of my predecessor. It is hidden within a schist puzzlebox, and filled with paranoid rantings about some conspiracy regarding -- wait, I'm not going to write that down. Someone might find this journal, too. If you do, I'll probably be dead by then.
I had a feeling that there was something shady about his death, even then. Now I am certain of it. Someone must have bated the trolls in and left the doors ajar. There is no other explanation.
6th Malachite
We are bogged down by the loss of many talented dwarves. The hospital is full, giving our less-than-skilled healer a few months worth of work. I hope too many won't succumb to infection. xczxc seems to be receiving treatment at the moment.
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The FPS is quite daunting, it once plunged at 3, but was quickly restored to the stable 4 that I've been getting. The project continues.
Also, I'm listening to the SC2 protoss soundtrack while playing. Suits Markedangels pretty well.
I think I'll get the next update out on sunday, since I'll be out in the periphery for a few days (once again).
Ok so I've been wondering about something lately...
Both xczxc and vodrilus have been adding these mysterious conspiracies, such as
26th Hematite
I have discovered another journal among the possesions of my predecessor. It is hidden within a schist puzzlebox, and filled with paranoid rantings about some conspiracy regarding -- wait, I'm not going to write that down. Someone might find this journal, too. If you do, I'll probably be dead by then.
I had a feeling that there was something shady about his death, even then. Now I am certain of it. Someone must have bated the trolls in and left the doors ajar. There is no other explanation.[/spoiler]
and
I'm starting to suspect there is something going on with the dwarves. My search and rescue team didn't find Cain III, but they discovered some interesting information. The lever that caused the bridge catastrophe wasn't pulled accidentally, it was a murder. They found a strange drawing of a catapult next to it. I've told the team to have the uttermost caution with this...we don't know who might be hearing.
Any connection?
Where are you going with this?
And what role does the sacred catapult play in it all?!
(http://misaramirez.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/its-a-mystery-500x325.jpg)
I really hope you manage to make something awsome out of it, but afterall it's up to the game :P
The journal of Vodrilus IV Medtoblitast
11th Malachite
The horror! A child has been mol- no, he was only battered by an evil spirit, I hear. He lost his right leg.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/30_spectral_battery.png)
I talked with the boy, but he said that everything was rather peachy. He says he has always wanted to learn how to use a crutch. What is he drinking?
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/31_meh.png)
This time, it was a ghostly ranger... I ordered a slab engraved immediately. We'll see how many will die before that.
12th Malachite
I've got it! The project, the Catapult, my predecessors' notes! It all makes perfect sense now! I've got to... (The script turns from shaky to unintelligible, continuing for several lines, apparently until the quill broke.)
13th
I don't know what came over me, but it must have been some fit of madness. Now I'm back to digging some tetrahedrite to calm myself. There is something evil surrounding us, permeating the air, a smell that is not a smell, a silent scream, inaudible. The Catapult has something to do with it, but it cannot possibly be the source of this evil. Or can it? My head spins every time I try to think about it. Oh, I must sto-
13th Malachite
A drifting cloud of evil smoke breaks the hum-drum of constant, back-breaking work. Oh, the horrors that haunt the surroundings...
Also, a gray langur woman was seen (through the secret peepholes), stealing a huge silver sword from amongst the topside mess. She (it?) will probably get away with it, I think. It makes no real difference; the surface is cursed.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/32_looter.png (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/32_looter.png)
15th Malachite
And now the troll corpses are rotting, and in the memorial hall, of all places. The stench is unbelievable. Why isn't this job finished already?
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/33_miasmatic.png)
17th Malachite
Another ghost. Slabs.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/34_moar_ghost.png)
19th Malachite
There is a waxworker lingering around the place where the trolls breached our fortress. There, I ordered a solid wall of masonry to be built to seal that entrance until I see fit to reopen it. Is the dwarf part of some conspiracy? Perhaps he seeks to pry loose the brickwork once left unseen. I'm wathcing that one.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/35_conspirator.png)
1st Galena
The work is gruelingly slow due to the high number of incapacitated workers. Still, we push on through, for we will emerge victorious over our enemy.
5th Galena
The possessed dwarf is no longer possessed. As the (evil?) spirit left him, he lost his will to live. Just as well. I'll order the wall to be struck down, so he can go toss himself into the searing sea.
6th Galena
The spectral ranger is content with his memorial, and has now stopped bothering us.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/36_rest.png)
9th Galena
Just saw a miner with rivulets of blood trickling from his mouth... I think it's best to pretend that I didn't see it. What are they doing in those mine shafts? Have they formed some sort of a cult?
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/37_vampirism.png)
Found another sloppy engraving: Another Catapult. Is this what they are aiming for? To destroy the Catapult? If so, why?
15th Galena
Another ambush. Couldn't help but laugh when I heard more reports about the goblins trying to kill the undying rabbit. Ha ha ha.
20th Galena
Lokum the Mason died of dehydration while hospitalized. Apparently no-one noticed her before it was too late. We commit her body to the red-hot sea of rock.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/39_dump.png)
25th Galena
Another dead in the hospital! Athel the Peasant, this time. He also was never given water. I would have thought the others might have been more vigilant after the first one!
25th Galena
I am now certain. There is a sinister plot advancing in the shadows. Why? Because this morning I woke up with an empty bucket by my side. That is clearly a sign meant for me. But what does it mean? It is the project. It must be the project.
I will not cave in to such threats. More than ever, I am determined to see the project through; I must not fail. The spikes have all been installed now, and so are the hatches. The linking is still not ready, but by winter it will surely be done.
26th Galena
I have a new weapon. As there are two cold murders, I may pin the blame on anyone. That way, I can lock them up, no matter who they are.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/38_options.png)
The problem still stands: Who are they?
1st Limestone
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/40_half.png)
We are still doing rather well, even if our numbers have once more dwindled.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/41_snapshot.png)
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Whew! So much for the summer.
I'll be heading out beyond the reach of the 'net until Friday. I'll probably finish up my turn by then, one way or the other, and post the autumn and the winter, along with the save, on Friday.
I've reached early winter. I thought I would finally just burn through my turn, but I got such a sweet cliffhanger event that I decided that I wanted to post what I already have right away. 8)
The journal of Vodrilus IV Medtoblitast, Overseer
2nd Limestone
A baby has died of thirst. How unpleasant. The remains will be given to the deep sea of fire, as usual.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/42_tiny_death.png)
Another one is also near death. That formerly possessed dwarf. Poor Udib.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/43_near_death.png)
5th Limestone
The time has now come to write down the goal of the project, even if only in this little booklet. The goal is to destroy all the evil demons that howl beneath our fortress for vengeance. I can hear them even now, screaming from the deep. It is not such a long way, but the stone should be dense enough to mute their wailing. But it is not so. My dreams are haunted by the horrid noises that they make. It must stop. Even time seems to bend in their presence. They must be destroyed. Even the rats are corrupted by their influence.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/46_evil_remains.png)
The others have been working without knowledge as to the true nature of the project. They will not know before it is all done, for better or for worse. Here it is:
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/44_project.png)
The linking is progressing very slowly, even though our best mechanic is on the job; he works like some frenzied daemon.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/45_progress.png)
I wonder if many of the dwarves have guessed the scope of of the project, but that is now irrelevant, since they have made no action against it. Perhaps I am playing into their hands? I think not. The plan cannot but succeed.
10th Limestone
Olon the "z baby" is throwing a party. What on earth is a "z baby"? Must be a whim of one of the other Overseers.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/47_zbaby_party.png)
20th Limestone
More pilgrims to Markedangels, the Shrine of the Catapult! I must rush to open the main gate!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/48_migrants.png)
We under the earth are 38. Let us see how many will come to swell our numbers.
21st Limestone
I have heard reports of at least five immigrants struggling to get to us. They seem to be scared of the monsters. Fortunately, the monsters are just as scared of them.
22nd Limestone
They are now making their way inside. There are six of them. Particularly noteworthy are Uvash the talented armorer and Nomal the great mason. Most of them also know how to fight. Handy. Overall, I am overjoyed with the increased workforce. We've been stretched to the limit, what with all that hassle after the troll attack.
23rd Limestone
One of the pilgrims was trying the old "went cleaning outside" -trick. Fortunately, he was stopped by the sight of one of those maimed monsters, and came running back home; "the frost drives the piglets back home".
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/49_cleaner.png)
25th Limestone
Another terrible monster has arrived!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/50_forg_duck.png)
We see that it can fly, so we'll just hope it won't get here before we've sealed the main cavern floor. (Which should have been done months ago. What happened?)
We also see that Nunore the flaming cavy is also waiting behind our walls, probably drawn to us by our delicious scent.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/51_cavy.png)
The new twisted monster is nowhere to be seen at the moment. No doubt it is contemplating its next move within its warped mind. Where did it go?
26th Limestone
A masterpiece by Uvash the Armorer! Apparently, he likes helms.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/52_master_helm.png)
27th Limestone
I am jittery with excitement. The Perforator is operational, the test run done. The spikes are retracted for now.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/53_perforator_operational.png)
Now the only thing to do is to mine out the last bit that connects the contraption to the Mines of the Damned. Of course, I must take care to send someone expendable. Perhaps one of the peasants... Ineth Anviltongs will do. Despite his great name, he has no useful skills.
28th Limestone
I have sent a small mining expedition down to the lower abandoned mines. Perhaps we may still find useful ores. Ineth has been sent to survey the area.
1st Sandstone
The hours are long as I wait for Ineth to reach the dig site. His pick will soon pierce the wall separating us from the demons. Will we succeed, or will we fall?
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/54_soon.png
2nd Sandstone
Oh no! Ineth stumbled upon the old tunnels, but ran back, raving and babbling about evil beings. Fortunately, we have installed a hatch as a safety measure, along with a cave-in plug. We will just have to wait and see...
4th Sandstone
The first hatch has been breached. Everything is going according to plan. Now all those evil creatures must do is to seek the second hatch and be shredded by the copper spikes. But somehow they seem to sense the trap. Why won't they come? Perhaps they need land access, even though they fly... I'll send Urdim the peasant to provide for that...
8th Sandstone
As I suspected, allowing a walkable path for them did the trick. Fortunately, I also ordered Urdim to take a hatch with him for quick installation... let's see how he fares.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/55_stay_on_target.png)
First blood!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/56_first_blood.png)
Or should I say...
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/57_first_ash.png)
'first ash'?
8th Sandstone
Amongst all the anxiety and horror, the death of Udib the Melancholy Peasant has not gone unnoticed. Perhaps this is an omen: Our depressing past is now gone, and a happier future lies ahead.
9th Sandstone
Oh no! Urdim has left the second hatch open, allowing the entrance of one demon! (I should have guessed that fools nature by his name.) We must try to survive! I am sending all able-bodied fighters down to save the hatch. The hatch is key!
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/59_fumble.png)
Kiltin the Mayor is the first to reach the demon.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/60_kiltin_destiny.png)
An epic battle ensued, but as Kiltin was not only unarmored, but also unarmed, he had no real chance.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/61_epic_death.png)
Thus he is also the first to be struck down. Somehow, the hatch won't stay closed!! And now the lever-pulling has stopped! What is going on? Who is sabotaging us??
10th Sandstone
I have ordered a miner to pull the lever, with satisfying results. I hope we can destroy the remaining demons with pure physical force.
At least dwarves 12 dead now. Now 14. 15. 16.
The fort is safe for now, but the cost is high. 17 dead. We will need slabs.
17th Sandstone
A week has passed since revealing the Perforator project. The populace is surprisingly content -- not a single tantrum yet. Also, after a brief look at the reports, we see that the Perforator performed well; it destroyed over 20 demons. The project was a great success.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/62_aperture_science.png)
One issue with the Perforator was the need of constant lever-pulling. I may devise some kind of an automatic repeater, but I am not certain how that should work.
On a different note, the water in the caverns seems to have gone mad. It has stopped moving. Perhaps this has something to do with the unnatural essence of the demons? Or is there something even more sinister at hand?
A musical interlude (http://youtu.be/Y6ljFaKRTrI)
The material of the demons helped a lot; most of them were made of salt and ashes. Would have been a bit harder with steel demons. Still, the fps has only improved from 4 to 5. Dang. I may need to destroy all the denizens of the Underworld to succeed in raising the fps to an acceptable level...
19th Sandstone
A monster with quite a name.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/63_random.png)
24th Sandstone
Our new mayor, Nil Rithmebzuth, has issued his first mandate.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/65_new_demands.png)
I see that he wants chains. That Nil...
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/66_chains.png)
After a moment of thought I find this rather fortunate since Datan, our new captain, has been worried about our lack of prison cells. Therefore it might be wise to obey the mandate (this time, at least). I have sent Datan himself to forge those chains, since we have no skilled metalcrafters. He was happy to oblige.
24th Sandstone
This chance couldn't have come at a better time. My time as Overseer is nearing its end, and I must hurry to unravel this conspiracy while I have any power left. At least the prisons will be ready soon.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/67_new_prison.png)
7th Timber
A possessed child (the legendary crutchwalker with no legs) has begun a mysterious construction... "Ittasoddom", he mumbles.
10th Timber
I found another piece in this infernal puzzle: I see that there are no original settlers left; the oldest resident is actually a child... this possessed one.
Is the conspiracy related to this? Is it aimed at destroying the old residents? Did they know something?
Or is the conspiracy centered arounf this child? Is he the one pulling the strings?
13th Timber
This week has been rather uneventful, so far. We've all been hard at work, now that our useful workforce is halved.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/68_workwork.png)
We need more pilgrims. Perhaps we should (scratched out) Yes, we will find more sacred adamantine in the tunnels. Selling it may not be the best use for it, but in this situation we probably need all the fame we can possibly garner.
14th Timber
We hear that a caravan has arrived, topside. Perhaps we should open the gate and allow them in.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/69_visitors.png)
17th Timber
Ittasoddom.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/70_ittasoddom.png)
'Tis a trumpet.
17th Timber
The trumpet! I hear it in my dreams. It booms like cave-in and screams like melting dwarves! It sounds the fall of Markedangels.
I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. (The script deteriorates beyond the border of legibility.)
18th Timber
A ghost has risen.
Seems to be some Dodok the Engraver. No-one I knew. It would be nice to see him engrave his own slab, but I guess we'll have to do it for him.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/71_gravin_ghost.png)
21st Timber
Another ghost. Some farmer. Slab.
23rd Timber
A surprise.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/72_thief_found.png)
A kobold tried to infiltrate our fortress, but was quickly discovered. I arranged a little betting on his chances against the zombienihilator stopper. Unfortunately it got away, and I lost a really nice sock.
5th Moonstone
The mines are now clear of all demons. Good old trusty copper.
9th Moonstone
I have sent Ineth the Peasant down to carve a stairway through the adamantine vein so that we may get a good glimpse at the point of origin of these demonic creatures. He's getting pretty good at digging.
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/73_wolverine_bone.png)
11th Moonstone
(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b67/Vodrilus/74_surprise.png)
A twisted, flying beast has taken us by surprise! It's that horrid duck again! To arms!
This may be the last stand of Lisedsedil Arel Thunen. Whoever finds this journal, cherish it well, since it tells the legend of Markedangels the Waters of Living.
In the name of the Catapult!
EDIT: Damn typos.
On the 23d of Malachite during the reign of General Brewster I was brought to Markedangels by my father...
At the time many outpost were being ravaged by the emerging darkness and we feared for our safety...it was the magmaflooding at Badgerhills that made us take action.
We arrived during the time-period whenMarkedangels were besieged by undead wrestlers...I have no memory of our arrival but as I woke up in the dirty hole that supposedly is MarkedangelsI was briefly informed of my fathers death...I lived with my aunt but she was caught in a neverending state of depression...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/timmy.jpg)
The following years were filled by nothing but death and hardship. Soon Markedangels had not only claimed my father but also my legs...
My hatred for the place grew as I knew that all this misery could've been prevented if it weren't for the long line of incompetent rulers...I've seen them all reaching for that seat of power as it's the only way to assure your safety down here but time and time again I've seen how their selfish plans all led to the death of others...
I knew that others shared my pain but I could never reach them...not only was I of tender age but also a cripple...a burden to the fort.
But as I heard of "The cult of the catapult" a plan started forming in my head.
At first noone knew my identity and I controlled the cult from behind the scenes...
Convincing people to join was easy since in a world so dark and twisted everyone seek something to believe in...
But there are still many potential hindrances who had to be removed. Those who founded the settlement still hold a lot power and is regarded as heros by many...
However one overseer was getting too close to the truth and had to be...exterminated
I'm starting to suspect there is something going on with the dwarves. My search and rescue team didn't find Cain III, but they discovered some interesting information. The lever that caused the bridge catastrophe wasn't pulled accidentally, it was a murder. They found a strange drawing of a catapult next to it. I've told the team to have the uttermost caution with this...we don't know who might be hearing.
(Since there is more then one xczxc you might want to decide if the overseer xczxc should keep it's name or the captain of the guard)
Strangely his journal was never found...I hoped it was lost forever...
As the power of the catapult grew so did mine. In the year of 259 the cult had so many followers that I felt safe to let out my identity to a few loyalists. They then carried out the work that I was incapable of doing.
However the new overseer was on my track...
12th Felsite
What is the meaning of this? Today I found a strange graffiti etched on the wall: "Remember Citadel!" I had no idea what that could mean, so I quickly ordered the wall to me smoothed again. This is not the only suspicious thing here in Markedangels. I hear hushed words in the crawlspaces and unintelligible utterances that must be some sort of a code, like "The cavy flames bright today." -- Madness! sometimes I see gatherings of dwarves in the unused, winding corridors, eyeing me suspiciously. What is going on here?
I had underesimated him as he soon found the lost journal...26th Hematite
I have discovered another journal among the possesions of my predecessor. It is hidden within a schist puzzlebox, and filled with paranoid rantings about some conspiracy regarding -- wait, I'm not going to write that down. Someone might find this journal, too. If you do, I'll probably be dead by then.
I had a feeling that there was something shady about his death, even then. Now I am certain of it. Someone must have bated the trolls in and left the doors ajar. There is no other explanation.
He was a careful man and made all plans of assassination impossible...
Careful or paranoid...hard to tell
12th Malachite
I've got it! The project, the Catapult, my predecessors' notes! It all makes perfect sense now! I've got to... (The script turns from shaky to unintelligible, continuing for several lines, apparently until the quill broke.)
He knows too much...
13th
I don't know what came over me, but it must have been some fit of madness. Now I'm back to digging some tetrahedrite to calm myself. There is something evil surrounding us, permeating the air, a smell that is not a smell, a silent scream, inaudible. The Catapult has something to do with it, but it cannot possibly be the source of this evil. Or can it? My head spins every time I try to think about it. Oh, I must sto-
I even had to kill one of my followers as the overseer had taken a particularly intrest in him...poor waxworker.
There is a waxworker lingering around the place where the trolls breached our fortress. There, I ordered a solid wall of masonry to be built to seal that entrance until I see fit to reopen it. Is the dwarf part of some conspiracy? Perhaps he seeks to pry loose the brickwork once left unseen. I'm watching that one.
He is still in a state of confusion and we will do all in our might to keep him that way...
Found another sloppy engraving: Another Catapult. Is this what they are aiming for? To destroy the Catapult? If so, why?
I am now certain. There is a sinister plot advancing in the shadows. Why? Because this morning I woke up with an empty bucket by my side. That is clearly a sign meant for me. But what does it mean? It is the project. It must be the project.
I will not cave in to such threats. More than ever, I am determined to see the project through; I must not fail. The spikes have all been installed now, and so are the hatches. The linking is still not ready, but by winter it will surely be done.
26th Galena
The problem still stands: Who are they?
Soon I realised that I had underestimated him again...he knew everything
Even...my identity!
But how...
I found another piece in this infernal puzzle: I see that there are no original settlers left; the oldest resident is actually a child... this possessed one.
Is the conspiracy related to this? Is it aimed at destroying the old residents? Did they know something?
Or is the conspiracy centered arounf this child? Is he the one pulling the strings?
My heart filled with fear, would all that we've worked for be lost? Because in a fight we'd surely be outnumbered...
I begged to Armok for guidence, for days i prayed for his advise...and in the end I was possessed by unknown forces...
Maybe he rewarded me for my loyal belief or maybe he only wished for more blood to be spilled...
The tool I'd been given was the trumpet of nightmares, a tool of torture capable of braking even the strongest minds...
The trumpet! I hear it in my dreams. It booms like cave-in and screams like melting dwarves! It sounds the fall of Markedangels.
I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. (The script deteriorates beyond the border of legibility.)
The sound kept my enemy at bay but what I did'nt know was that it had awakened something deep below the fort...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/duck.jpg)
So much blood...
But we can't give up now.
We're so close to achieving control of the fort.
The overseer was weak. The many deaths he had just witnessed during his rule and the insanity in his dreams was too much.
But so were my forces...a majority of them had been crushed during the recent chaos...
It was up to me to finish him off.
But unfortunatly my plan required someone to give up their life for the sake of our goals.
The part fell on my poor aunt who had gone mute long ago from grief...
She didn't even cry when I smothered her...she just looked at me with her sad eyes...
The rest was easy. The captain of the guard down here is nothing more then a stupid farmer. She believed my story and was soon on her way to pay the overseer a visit.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Smother.jpg)
23rd Obsidian
Today was a really bad day.
I knew something was about, when xczxc kept following me and pestered me with pointless questions. I promptly ignored him and tried to get on with my job. I didn't get very far, since he slapped some manacles on me and took me away.
I've been stripped of my position as captain of guard and hammerer! Needless to say, I'm no longer the Overseer. When I asked xczxc what the charges against me were, he promptly replied: two counts of murder.
What is the meaning of this? 401 days!? That's more than a year! And I wasn't even here when those poor bastards were killed; I just arrived this year to marvel the Catapult! This whole thing has backfired in a rather diabolical way.
xczxc left, chuckling into his beard, wishing me good luck in getting fed and watered. That bastard! I'll wring his neck once I get out.
Now my only company is that weird old ghost of some old Hammer Lord. He just stares at me with a dull look in his eyes. Nothing scary.
25th Obsidian
Another visitor in my dreary prison. A cat on my bed. I don't really like cats, but any company is welcome right now. He purs nice, when I pet him.
399 days left.
26th Obsidian
A few dwarves were visiting the well today, and I managed to overhear a bit of news.
One of the kids has reached the ripe old age of 12, and is now suddenly able to take on all possible jobs in the fortress. Also, Mafol the milker has been missing for a week now. I remember that he had been feverish for a while, but I have no idea where he could've gone. 398 days left.
27th Obsidian
Ach, they found that milker. Dehydrated, with an empty bucket by his side. Strangely reminiscent, isn't it?
397 days left.
28th Obsidian
The last day of the year. Sad. I had great plans for this place, but now we are reduced to five useful dwarves and a bunch of kids. My imprisonment isn't helping, either. This journal is now all that I have left of my time as Overseer, inherited from my predecessor. I am now reduced to talking with that damn ghost.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/V-cell.jpg)
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Intro done.
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Well since we have so few dwarves I decided to give u a quick update on what we got. :D
Zazit "Doc" Abbeybeak
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/doc.jpg)
-13 years old.
-Came here in 257
-Chief medical dwarf Our only medic.
-likes to eat "giant aardvark"...
-No wounds <----that's fckn rare in this place.
-dead parants and friends <----like everyone else
-Follower of the catapult.
Goden"Trollbane"Freckleearth
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Trollbane.jpg)
-20 years old
-258
-Kills trolls
-He is a casual worshiper of culture-god(poetry) and the sex-god(marrige) but he is a very faithful worshiper of the wealth-god(jewelry n shizz)...
-Lacks any opinion of the catapult but his leg makes him a very small threat.
Xczcx "humble farmer" Boldconstructs and sons
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/xczxcnco.jpg)
-38/12/2
-257
-Once a humble farmer, now the captain of the guard.
-Her daughter is a zombie.
-She loves maggots but is scared of leeches...
-She's been everything from a bookkeeper to a doctor to a farmer to a guard. (Travels a lot)
-Her opinon on the catapult is uknown but as we've seen in the past she can easily be manipulated.
Ineth "Copperbeard"Anviltongs
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/miner.jpg)
-20
-258
-Miner, got the name from mining tetrahedrite all day and getting it stuck in his beard
-One of the cult-loyalists
Asmel "Administrator" Rootedchannel
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/mayor.jpg)
-58
-259
-Her hair is very greasy
-Mandates leather costumes
-Casual worshiper of the war-god(chaos)
-No friends family etc.
-No relation to the catapult(newcommer)
Vodrilus(prisoner)Blockadetorch
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/V.jpg)
-72
-259
-Oldest guy in Markedangels
-Talks to a cat
-Talks to a ghost
-He worships the god of wealth and...the god of wealth(talk about creativity)
-He is in jail
-He looks hilarious
Mafol "Cain" Bow-labor
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Malfoy.jpg)
-13
-256
-He has a grudge with a little girl(the other kids is friends with her(is he an outcast? i dunno?))
-He claims that we do not have enough chairs
-I have no idea who this guy is -___-'
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The pictures are accually really accurate.
Please claim a dwarf, add bio to a dwarf or name a dwarf. :D
If someone missed it.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Markedangels.gif)
Well...this place is a fuckin mess...
Upon arriving to Markedangels you are met by this lovely view
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/tour1.jpg)
For those brave enough to enter the main gates...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour2.jpg)
My beautiful entrance...What have you done!?
If you manage to navigate through all the corpses, debris and vegetation you find that all paths are blocked but one room...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour3.jpg)
How the fuck did this happen?
is it a graveyard? The lack of coffins tells me otherwise but... I dunno
Btw, would you guys like a guided tour of Markedangels? :P
Let me offer a token (http://youtu.be/Uxi8xaWD0Hs) of my deep gratitude for that particular link.
One of the most random videos I've ever seen. I also happen to know some Swedish, which takes the experience to a whole new level, what with the "subtitles" and all. Alas, I doubt that eg. Google Translate could ever deliver the hilarity of those subs.
Having posted this, I somehow feel less of a person.
Huh, I'm still at page 38. Where do you come up with this stuff? :P
What?
Also I think all will be back to normal soon I should be able to make a small update tonight :)
Bay12 derailment at it's finest
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=113434.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=113434.0)
You could try saying that to my wife! :P
"Ah, I see you're playing that tonttu* game again." ::)
*I tried to look up a decent translation for this, but instead found a wikipedia article (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonttu) on the very thing (in english). Damn indigenous folklore.
Tonttu≈Vätte≈Gnome?
Eh, pretty close, but folklore is always different region to region, raising compatibility issues in translations.
The matter is further complicated by new folklore: Santa Claus (The Christmas Goat - srlsy) has tonttus working in his workshops (sweatshops?). ::)
Well, most swedish mythology is based on people fucking animals and then having to fight their offspring a few years later...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/loki.png)
(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5qbo0jrRY1r4zgpho1_1280.jpg)
Huh, I'm still at page 38. Where do you come up with this stuff? :P
Whattayoumean!?
Eh, now I feel a bit dense -- I've maxed out my page length. :P
I really hate switching pages. I wish I could just view threads in just one page.
Oh, if you go by the standard of 50 posts then I obviously meant the "postpyramid" in the middle of page 18.
Mainentrance- (<---Repost)
Well...this place is a fuckin mess...
Upon arriving to Markedangels you are met by this lovely view
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/tour1.jpg)
For those brave enough to enter the main gates...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour2.jpg)
My beautiful entrance...What have you done!?
If you manage to navigate through all the corpses, debris and vegetation you find that all paths are blocked but one room...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour3.jpg)
How the fuck did this happen?
is it a graveyard? The lack of coffins tells me otherwise but... I dunno
Secretentrance-(hole)
Hmm...The mainentrance was blocked...there must be an other way in.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour4.jpg)
At first I was gonna call it a tunnel but I'm not sure if it really qualifies...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour5.jpg)
Bridges...Bridges as far as the eye can see...Their purpose is long lost...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour6.jpg)
The terain get's rougher and rougher...Seems like it was built purposly to keep something out...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour7.jpg)
The next part of the fortress seems to have been remade into a trollcamp. The trolls seems quite content, the engravers are engraving and the bonedoctors are fixing bones etc.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour8.jpg)
As you continue into the depths you are met first by a distant howling and then multiple voices sobbing...
Wild animals and infected children stacked upon eachother in cages...The place seems deserted but those locked in their rooms continue to cry for help...Are these dwarfs just undead beasts moving on instinct or has the curse left their souls intact?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour9.jpg)
The road now continues down some sort of a "well"...The steps are covered in dust and cobwebs...around the shaft the sound of running water can be heard...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour10.jpg)
After plunging into the darkness nothing can be seen but shadows...but the longer you wait the more of the hall uncovers...endless graves...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour11.jpg)
The horrors of the outside world has claimed more and more of the settlement as the years went on...now a lone champion reamins as a last line of defence between the dwarven hope and the terrors that walk the land. Not even his coating of trollkin-blood manage to hide his aura of determination and a authority.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Tour12.jpg)
Here's bit of an update a spoiler.
(http://i45.tinypic.com/ad14wg.png)
Sorry, 'bout delays and sh*t but rl can be such a pain sometimes, especially when there's police involved ::)
SLOWPOKE! Did You play too much DF, and become a Dorf temporarily, then go on a Biting/Sock Throwing Rampage in a public place again?
No no no no, I only do that on holidays.
My good friend which by chance also happens to be my dealer is the one in trouble, this however means that I'm suddently forced to associate with some very timeconsuming "wannabegangesters".
So... Youre Scratching lots of people and grabbing Their feet with Your hands then trying to work out why You cant get Your lower arm around Their heads?
What are you talking 'bout?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/c.png)
I aint got no limits.
What!? Noone sang the song? >:( It took me more then 30 minutes to....ungrateful....bastards...(The rest becomes unhearable as slowpoke walks off into the distant)
Soon slowpoke finds himself staring into his fridge without being able to remember what he came there to get. He quickly scans the room for eventual clues, he doesn't notice anything that could help him but he realises that he is only wearing one sock...A closer inspection has him puzzled as the sock is gray and pink- these are not slowpokes usual sock-colors. Where did it come from and...His thoughts gets interupted by the fridge alarm as he has now been staring into it's cold depths for more then a minute. Before he is able to decide upon a new activity his phone rings- it's someone whom slowpoke does not consider a friend of his but she consider slowpoke a friend of hers. She is one of those people who talk a lot but says nothing, Slowpoke decides to fck the system by putting away the phone and letting his couch listen to what she has to say for a moment. As his mind slowly drifts away from the immediate present it returns to the subject of his mysterious sock. A second detail that seperates this sock from his other socks is the fact that it's very small, clearly deisgned for women or children. Slowpoke feels like he is getting closer to the truth but before he is able to make any grand revelation he remebers that he is supposed to be talking with someone. The lady had already hung up and left an angry text, well sh*t happens.
Slowpoke now rests in an unspecified place for an unspecified amount of time but upon his return to the bedroom he does not only find the pink socks twin but also a bottle of Smirnoff. When he attempts to reunite the two socks he notices that during his travel from the unspecified place to his bedroom he had lost the other half of the pair. Slowpoke decides to not grieve over such trivial matters, instead he lights a smoke and returns to b12.
Normal update.
Everyone has the duck-plague.
As you know Kid is up walkin, ready to take over the world.
Doc managed to fix up Bane who quickly founded- The lovely palisade- a one-man squad.
I can't do it, normal updates doesn't work...
Prepare for the arrival of the-
LOS LOCO LLAMAS
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/llama-gang.jpg)
Does this look like a face of mercy?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/no-mercy-llama.jpg)
DOES IT!?
The llamas has expanded their gang however countless gangmemebers has died due to attemeting to earn streetcred by killing off my long forgotten foe...
The giant grasshoper
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/water3.png)
*Picture is not representative of the current situation*
If you need to refresh your memory go back to my first turn. (page 1 or 2 or something)
I fixed the "noonewantstowork-problem" with my MLG-burrow-micro, doing goood.
Cryptgate(a.k.a. the molested child) got an idea! (Sitting in a workshop planning something-I'm keeping and eye on that bastard)
I flooded the magmaworkshops...don't ask...just don't
Right now I'm trying to break into the fort from the outside but a lot of building is Forbidden -How to fix?
Praise the Catapult!
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Edit:
Nevermind, it was easier to break out ;)
The llama gang were all left outside to die but a few of their friends got in.
Elven caravan! yay...no
Hope the bloody hippies dies a slow and painful death...since this is Markedangels its not very unlikely ;D
Praise the Catapult!
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Edit again :o :
I don't know why one of the poor orphans is named z-baby but she's having a party all alone...
Thief! Protect the hoard from skulking filth!
Really...What were you gonna do? Going to the worlds most inhabitable place to pick up some bloody llamawoolsocks? Maybe pick up some severed limbs while you're there? Get your priorities together man!
Just like previous overseers slowly let Markedangels be consumed by the decaying world I've started reclaiming the fort, one chamber after another. New winds are blowing! The second era has began and we shall soon become a more dominanat force then what we've ever been!
Just to futher boast about my successes- We've started bringing back lost history and culture -and by "we" it's pretty much just that wierd young dwarf Mafol...reminds me of Cain somehow- Artifacts are being brought back into the heart of the fort inspiring people to aim higher and achive more!
Wait! That bastard came out of the workshop... Hmm, he carries a rock hammer studded with gold, nothing to worry 'bout since it's child sized. He claims that Willed-Torrid will save him from his ghostly assulters. The name doesn't seems very fitting since torrid means
"Full of intense emotions arising from sexual love; ardent and passionate."
but why should I care.
Praise the Catapult!
Ok, here's a fat update for once :P
Lol @ Cryptgate
Cryptgate was quite pleased with making an artifact lately.
Cryptgate has been molested by the dead lately.
Cryptgate had a bath recently.
Cryptgate has been tormented in nightmares by the dead lately.
It started off as a joke but seriously this guy got some ghostproblems ^^
V almost died of thirst but I- as in creepy kid- threw a barrel of rum at him, he didn't say anything 'cause he had his mouth filled with the sweet nectar of life but if a stare could kill...
I thought it would be nice for Trollbane to get a partner, maybe they'd have some nice demenstrations or something. But no...Just countless hours of the new guy beating the crap out of old Trollbane who just takes it and keep spamming-
-Trollbane looks surprised by the ferocity in the new guy's onslaught!
Meanwhile-
Xczxc the humble farmer cancels execute criminal: getting something to drink...
As if we were'nt few enough...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/cog.png)
Today justice has been served- The guy who didn't make leather clothes got executed in his sleep.
Cryptgate turned twelve- Congratulations! :D Here's a pick start diggin' >:(
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More migrants- Sorry guys, it's a bad time. I left some dead elves out there if you get hungry but unfortunatly you're on your own...
So then most of them got their faces eaten by a zombie/cavy-pup. Standard.
Let me introduce you to Avuz Beachdiamond, looks like an ordinarie cheesemaker -maybe slightly bigger-, rarely ever smile or show any signs of happiness and a worshiper of a "mouse-like monster". But he is not like the other migrants, oh no, while they roll around in the mud trying to wrestle the little rodent-child -
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Cavypup.png)
- Avuz's survival instincts kick in. He moves away from pack and starts looting some dead elves, he manages to pick up a wooden sword but is instantly assulted by some undead chickens. At this point I assumed he was dead, and not much later I hear a scream of death(soundsense again). I quickly look through the reports but to my surprise it tells me a story of how a poor bird gets wacked in the face by a dwarf with a stick. Avuz is now running towards the fort...but it's a long way to go. Zombie eagles and zombie elves stand in his way, his stick is no longer enough to protect him... While still running he grabs something sticking up from the ground- an iron warhammer! But will that be enough? I don't want to take any chances so while Avuz inserts his hammer in the eagles face I throw a handful of migrants at them as a diversion. It gave him a few seconds at least, while he comes running like a madman(maddwarf?) I tear down the wall and quickly reseal it behind him.
And thus we have an army of three.
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The gobbos dropped by to say- Hi.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/invasion.png)
Ahhh, nothing like sitting in your new tower waching your enemies tear eachother to pieces :D
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/calf.png)
That calf IS badass.
Damn, more gobbos showed up. They're almost up to 100 now
Datan( Xczxc's son) just became possessed.
Xczxc unfortunatly died in a mining accident due to the fact that my focus was fixated on the cavy pup from before now biting the face off multiple trolls. Go get 'em boiii! Also sad 'bout the humble farmer but ya know death's part of life.
(Was it really an accident though? The group of non-catapultmemebers is shrinking drastically.)
I like Avuz's style, I think I'll try to win him over to my side.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Avuz.png)
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Shadownights- most badass fb 2012
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Awsomefbmarkedangels.png)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/mashadownight.jpg)
Awsome name- ✔
Awsome description- ✔
Be an eagle- ✔
Shadownights for president!
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Hmm...All gobbos just got a lot scarier now that they're all elites...
I sense a cheater!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Cheaater.png)
I will find you and execute you. :)
Well, apparantly Datan wanted some fckn rare gem, aint gonna get it.
Now he's berserking everyewhere- I'll just send Trollbane at him.
Doh, he got a dwarf before new-guy managed to take him out :(
Praise the catapult!
Edit:
Magnificent! We're not dead!
What did you expect? It's my turn afterall :P
*coughs* I think I called all the children in my turn "z-children" and all the babies "z-babies", so they appear at the very bottom in Dwarven Therapist. Of course, since custom titles don't change when they grow...
That's...I won't question it as you all had the courtesy to not ask about the flooded magmaindustrie.
On my the.rapist kids don't show up at all...however zombies do. ???
Praise the catapult!
Hello!
I'm a player of Dwarf Fortress since a couple of months and a "lurker" on the forums too... I just registered so I could post, play community games et stuff like that.
So, I finally decided to come and post here: if you need another overseer, I'm here! By the way, I'd like to be dorfed please, as a smith if possible (but I doubt that there's one still alive... if I can't be a smith, anything will suit me, thanks!).
Oh and as I live in Tunisia for some of you the time when I post might be a little weird, but don't worry, I'll try not to be a slowpoke. :P
Anyway, all hail the Catapult! : :)
Welcome to Bay12! one of the worlds last beacons of insanity. :D
@Shingy
I strongly recommend that you read some of Markedangels(obviously not the whole thing but maybe the first couple of pages)Edit: Maybe catch up by reading through my last turn, maybe looking at the pictures might be enough ;)
If this is your first experience with succession games you're in for a tough ride :P, I consider myself bit of a DFveteran and the only fort I played that could even compare with Markedangels has to be Screw-The-Next-Player-Over-1(That map had the surface flooded with lava, the bed-rooms flooded with water, the fort flooded with magma and the caverns flooded with both magma and water.
@the rest of ya bastards ;D
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/immortal2.png)
Ok, take a look at this picture and make your best analysis.
@Shingy again
Get yourself an avatar! It adds a lot of personality to you when you're posting, hell since you're new I'll make you a picture if you have any requests :D
All praise the Catapult!
Ah, it's yours, I thought that you were done!
Sorry sir, please don't throw me in the cloud!
It's nice to get some fresh active people :D, when it's just me and Chilton there is just a too big percentage of "wrestling-drama-stuff-that's-fake"
I'll post some important stuff after this but it's the last "update"
Praise the Catapult!
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Markedangels the living of water, the land of despair, the heart of the catapult, the place where your hopes and dreams comes to get crushed.
Another ghost assulted z-baby, this ghost shizz is getting serious.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9We2XsVZfc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9We2XsVZfc)
The badass calf (Gravelorb) is back, he defeated the +-100 goblin siege and is now fucking with my constructions
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/calf2.png)
Gonna drop some water on him, let's see how he likes that MAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAhahahah...
Wtf! The last siege died off literarly like 1 minute ago and now there's another siege? o__O
These guys are pretty determined.
All water on map stopped moving-has something to do with trees growing under- water-looks wierd though.
might help fps?
An orphan turned 12, naturally she's mentally scared due to the hardships of Markedangel's mayhem. Scarredhardship was too long so she's accuratly named just Scarship. Vabok Scarship. Now ya little bastard get working!(RNG)
A cloud of abominable smoke has drifted nearby!
Ok guys, I know that the undead calf and cavy pup were scary as hell but now we got 20 undead whip-gobbos on our hands...If were unlucky we might get a good 40 axe-gobbos too. Also trolls, lots of trolls.
*A while later*
What!? We learned 2 new things here today. First, unconsciousness makes you immune to being smoked and the gobbos retreated...yay...I guess....Today was a day of victory!
Ok, I'm almost done :) Soon I'll be out of this hell-hole...
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Well, it doesn't matter how much I love shadownights(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/mashadownight.jpg)
- I still don't want him in the fort.
Everyone is drowning in a sea of silk...
We managed to take Shadownights eyes but we can't kill him :(
Now he runs away with his feet covered in copper picks.
The entire world is covered in webs and vomit... <----only in Markedangels does this happen. ::)
This bastard is Fucking Immortal!!!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/immortal2.png)
This is what a semi-skilled dwarf with an candy-axe managed to do to him...
Someone else decided to join the party
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Awsome.png)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Firemob.png)
Apparanty Mr.Vutu don't think webs, blood and vomit is good enough so he added some fire to the mix.*Caverns are now on fire*
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/mafire.png)
I see all my work get crushed right in front of me...
Shadownights isn't only immortal and lethal but also an excellent tactician. At this rate he'll soon have caught us all...
Our fighting force were far superior to start with but his lack of regard for such things as death and fair play has allowed him trap not only my main fighting force but also the others.
As I hear the screams of my comrades echoing through the bloodcovered halls of Markedangels I slowly close the gate behind me. I see their faces before me as I seal the door along with their the fate of those whom I swore to protect...
I've scheemed in the shadows and murdered in the name of justice- all for the sake of abolishing the corruption that was tearing us down from within...
I've fallen to the floor crying in despair and it's not until now that I fully realise that I was destined the become what I despised the moment I reached my desires.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Ma-lastoneleft.jpg)
I am the lone survivor...
I'd go for 8:
(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kyaxJ6qW1r3clqao1_400.jpg)
Slowpoke slow. If it ended I think Hed have told Us. I *think*.
Either way, there will be a reclaimation for sure if this is the end.
1. Yes, Slowpoke is slow.
2. Nah, let's be hardcore and let it end if we die, it's kinda the way it'll work from a lore-perspective (Markedangels being the last dwarven outpost and all). Also I might add that the fps has gotten even worse :P
-But then again you're in charge Chilllton so it's up to you ;D But I think a new fort would be a better option.
It would be cool if you made a little summarization of every turn so that new guys like Crackers 'n Chingy can get into it. (might be too much work? ::))
-And why do you ask if it ended? I think this was a pretty decent end to a turn :P
I see all my work get crushed right in front of me...
Shadownights isn't only immortal and lethal but also an excellent tactician. At this rate he'll soon have caught us all...
Our fighting force were far superior to start with but his lack of regard for such things as death and fair play has allowed him trap not only my main fighting force but also the others.
As I hear the screams of my comrades echoing through the bloodcovered halls of Markedangels I slowly close the gate behind me. I see their faces before me as I seal the door along with their the fate of those whom I swore to protect...
I've scheemed in the shadows and murdered in the name of justice- all for the sake of abolishing the corruption that was tearing us down from within...
I've fallen to the floor crying in despair and it's not until now that I fully realise that I was destined the become what I despised the moment I reached my desires.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Ma-lastoneleft.jpg)
I am the lone survivor...
I'll post the info with save laterz :)
Praise the Catapult!
Oh, almost forgot- Welcome Crackers! we're a bit low on masons atm but I'm glad you decided to join the project :D
Well....sry for the delay... I know I'm always a bit slow but his was just horrendous performance -___-'
Ok this is the current condition-
I've locked Kid and 2 kids who accually are kids in a "safe" chamber. They got a farm 'n a bed.
The rest are trapped in Shadownights lair.
It is possible to get migrants in, just tear down the walls of my tower. (remember to put 'em back) o__O
1. Never try to fight Shadownights- He IS immortal.
2. Don't try to save people who are in the immediate vicinity of Shadownights...They're already doomed.
3.Try n finish of some of my projects!
The extended Slowpoke-mines-
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/theend1.png)
Getting some more adamantine- got a half-done shaft with a lock on. Should be "pretty safe"
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/theend3.png)
I planned on building a skycity-I know not very dwarfy -___-, but since the gobbos got the land, the fbs the caves and the demons the underground it's our only option... I was planning on building a fishing platform but the gobbos neverending sieges shut down the project...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/theend2.png)
And last but not least- I played through the year so I know it's possible to survive :)
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=6824 (http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=6824)
Good luck...you'll need it...
1.I TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES HOW TO GET MIGRANTS IN!
2.CREEPY KID IS THE ONLY SURVIVOR! HE IS SAFE THOUGH.
3. This I didn't tell you before- the childeren that are wtih Creepy Kid are there to harvest.
If you manage to fck this up I'll...I'll...I'll write a novel dedicated the your extrodianary deeds and your inability to play video games properly. And it willl be of lousy quality!
I guess this still applies-
(http://i.imgur.com/fH6wl.png)
Starting to miss the good 'ol days.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Vieto-1.jpg)
Btw Chilton don't forget to turn it into a story-format when your done killing us off. ;D Imagine Markendangels the complete story - From Despair to Demise.