A pair of kobold thieves just snuck into my fortress. A passing Gem Cutter noticed them, and the game paused. I immediately drafted him - this dwarf with no combat skills or equipment whatsoever - and proceeded to watch him chase the first kobold back towards the entrance.
After a few steps, the dwarf uncovered the other one, which happened to be behind him. All three of them rushed to the entrance, but when they got there, the dwarf suddenly turned and started beating on the straggling thief.
At this point I switched on combat messages so I could see what was going on. The dwarf spent several seconds punching the kobold's legs, hands, wrists. Then he grabbed the kobold by the leg (this sounded like he picked the poor thing up), got a 'joint lock' on it, and proceeded to smash the kobold's knee. He then dropped the kobold and punched it in the head (I lol'd). Now in extreme pain, the kobold made a brave swing with his copper knife, but completely missed. The dwarf responded by smashing both of its hands and pulverising its lower body.
At this point, I undrafted the dwarf. The kobold lay in the entranceway, most of his bodyparts having sustained yellow, red, or brown injuries. All of its limbs are smashed, including several fingers, and even some toes. But it's still alive, albeit unconcious and entirely crippled.
I'm leaving him there as a warning. xD I hope his buddy saw the violence as he fled.
Let that be a lesson to you bloody thieves! *Shakes fist* That'll teach you to bother me with your pointless infiltrations! Next time I'll sent my Potash makers, and you'll know TRUE PAIN.
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Moogie ]
"My grandgrandpa was a potash maker, my grandpa was a potashmaker, my dad was a potashmaker. I'll be in army too!"
or
"While my cousins learned dwarven math to become mechanics and dwarven philosophy to become useless philosophers, I neglected uni and played with my fellow friends in potashmaking on the street. Thus I failed my exams and now I'm in army" (I think dwarves have the compulsory military service just like we russians do).
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Deon ]
The cowardly thing didn't even fight back, it just ran away from Fluffy McMeankitty, sans a few squishy bits.
I really should have nicknamed that cat something mean-sounding.
How do you know what your dwarf is doing to the guy, I thought that was only in adventure mode...
quote:Lately, I've taken to activating wood burning, furnace operation, potash making, lye making, soap making, and alchemy for all dwarves that show up at my gates with any one of those professions. They're the Ashbeards, my dwarven priest caste, a mute order of holy pariahs sworn to a lifetime of service with fire and chemicals.
Originally posted by Duke 2.0:
<STRONG>Why Potash Makers are always drafted for the military/fortress guard.</STRONG>
Sure, they all end up as furnace operators in the end, but even a dwarf with zero skill can do that job adequately if you're not in a rush, and it's nice to feel like I know what to do with the more useless immigrants for a change.
I end up only drafting milkers, cheesemakers, and their ilk these days.