What follows is a chronicle of the first two forts I took seriously, on the first world I took seriously. I had 2-3 practice forts before that. I'll briefly talk about the first fort, but mostly, this is about the second one. I had to dig the save off my old computer. So, this story holds a lot of nostalgia for me, considering these we're really my first major forts.
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Year 200. The Age of Legends. Inale Fare, Maskiramost, and Sitsumong, the three eastern nations in the land of Tar En, they have always enjoyed trade with each other. The elves of Inale Fare would gladly supply cloth and wood to the others, the Dwarfs of Maskiramost would trade away their superior dwarven steel items, and the humans of Sitsumong would trade in food. The three lived in peace, throughout the worlds early years, and that didn't change one bit when in the year of 201, the dwarfs decided it was time to expand their empire. The humans and elves agreed to support them, and would trade goods with whatever outpost they would decide to make.
The Dwarven queen, Rith Rodimrovod, feeling bold, sent seven brave travelers to the north, to start a fortress in between two goblin towers. The fort, Okuncatten, thrived for a good twelve years, before things went silent there. The trade was good. Rith was upset, but decided to set her eyes upon a new land. The new land, Lisidadil, put a gleam in Rith eyes. There were rumors of rare adamantine in that mountainous region. So she sent seven brave dwarfs to Lisidadil in the year of 214. The fort started out slow, due to the fact that the land was dead. But with stout beards, the crew of seven began to set up their new life in this dead land.
Dastot, the miner furiously beat his way into the rocks of the steep mountains, creating many rooms that they would call their home. Zefon, the cook, made many delicious meals, which would eventually supplying over a hundred dwarfs. The there was Iden the planter, and Urdim the fisherdwarf, who both became miners. Cog the woodworker and Ducim the brewer. And finally the great leader, Reg. Together, these stout dwarfs created a mighty castle.
In the year of 217, Itotem, an engraver made his way to Lisidadil, before disaster struck. Itotem was well liked by the other dwarfs, and often drew images of them on walls, to please them. But one day, screams could be heard from up on the mountain, and they were screams unlike anything he had ever heard before. Climbing up the great staircase to the summit, he gazed over at the new mining site. Large demons began pouring out of the hole in the ground, killing and unlucky dwarf in their path. Dastot, the miner was lucky enough to get a kill in with his pick, before being overwhelmed by the horde.
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Spearchested, who is tantruming was a dwarf who got a spear in the chest and was bedridden forever. But yeah, I took this picture months ago. o.o
Itotem shouted in fear, causing the demons to come to him. Fearing for his life, he raced his stubby legs back into the fort and down the stairs. Tripping over himself, he made it to the grand dining hall. "Horror! Demons in the deep!" He shouted, but nobody paid him any mind. He ran past them, and demons poured out of the stairs, destroying everything in their path. A few brave dwarfs who were on duty fought bravely, but were eventually overwhelmed. The population of over a hundred dwarfs was decimated to about a dozen. A seige worker by the name of Tun Councilfountains organized a few ragged dwarfs in the sleeping level. He was hoping to fight back.
Meanwhile, Itotem ran to his room, laughing manically. He locked the door, and began engraving everything that had happened. He had to make sure that people knew what happened here. Tun and his brave dwarfs fought valiantly, outnumbered and under-equipped. They managed to bring down three of the beasts, before drawing their last breaths. Itotem was found by the demons, he didn't fight, he just stood laughing, the room covered in horrific engravings of what transpired.
Lisidadil had crumbled to its end.
Rith, angered by this, sent five reclamation parties, five years in a row. Her trading partners were growing tired of the lack of trade, and were considering calling off any arrangements. Rith pounded her fist on her throne and threw on some peasant clothing, determined to figure out what exactly happened at the fortress. She gathered a group ad they set out across the mountain to the fort. Lisidadil's previous reclamation did in fact succeed. The dwarfs managed to close off the demon hole, and seal themselves behind the great walls of the fortress. Months went by. Rith and her band of dwarves arrived at a trash covered mountainside, smoke and fires everywhere. Her marksman, Lor took the leader, the rest of the band following close behind.
They were ambushed, by the leader of the demons. "I am Snodub TortureCruelty. Prepare to die." Lor jumped out of the way of a flame attack and motioned to the other dwarfs. Unfortunately, Rith was struck down by Snodub. She finally got her answer as to what happened to the fortress. Lor led the others to the sealed walls and the broke through them, only to seal them up again once more. The fortress was thriving on the inside, granted it was a little barren. But Lor and his comrades were greeted with cheers and there was a great party.
Migrants and caravans come, but still the gates to Lisidadil remain closed. No one knows what happened to the great fortress, or why the kingdom of Maskiramost fell apart, but the dwarfs inside Lisidadil know, they'll always know.
Thanks for taking the time to read it if you did, I just always felt that it was an amazing story. >.< Even if my writing skills suck.
http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=2719
There's even a download available for the current haphazard state, 31 dwarves inside, 2 outside, and some demons still crawling around the mountains. I have fun with it, hope you do too. <3
Continue with the story; right now, it could use a bit more to distinguish it.
the more posts something has, the more people tend to look at it
We've begun work on cutting down the rest of the trees in the courtyard... It sucks that dead tress don't grow. Stupid dead biome...
Fikod the miner, Lor, and a few others have begun expanding the tombs, per request. Fikod has been with the fort since we reclaimed, he's a good man, and I trust him.
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I've personally begun undertaking the burning of wood for the smelter and the forge, since everybody else was too preoccupied with everything else.
We also have decided to make a larger refuse pile, since our fishery and kitchen are filled with nasty miasma.
Atis seems to be suffering from cave adaptation, considering he just blew chunks all over the outside.