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DF General Discussion / Re: Who else talks to their dwarves?
« on: October 07, 2016, 04:48:01 pm »
Other than the standard "What/Where the h*ll are you doing/going" the one time I really yelled at a dwarf was when I was attacked by a dragon.
My military was small but was armored in Mithril (playing MW). Essentially it was just two.
The dragon showed up and the two were sent to engage the enemy. Halfway to the battle, one (dwarf B we'll call him) decided that he didn't have enough booze in his waterskin so he peeled off to go get some more. Dwarf A (I'm guessing you can agree that this is the other one) attacked the dragon with great vigor, fighting for the safety of her friends and family in the fortress.
The battle lasted for many days as Dwarf B decided that he needed a snack, attend a party, have a nap, drink again, and eat again (Drink, Eat, Rave, Repeat) before heading out to see how things were going.
Dwarf A had fought the dragon to a standstill and both were exhausted. Taking a swing at each other every now and then and then collapsing in exhaustion. As you can probably foretell, Dwarf B did a merry skip up to the dragon and delivered the killing blow. He will be remembered as the great dragon slayer with many carvings and decorations dedicated to his great victory.
Dwarf A suffered many cuts/bruises and what not but left the battle with all four limbs attached and covered in blood and core. Dwarf B left in a spotless uniform to go celebrate his victory with his family and friends. Another party was thrown for Dwarf B, while Dwarf A grabbed a bite and caught up on some much needed rest.
Only the heavens above (me) know what truly happened and Dwarf B, with all his skill from training, became a hauler for the remainder of his days.
My military was small but was armored in Mithril (playing MW). Essentially it was just two.
The dragon showed up and the two were sent to engage the enemy. Halfway to the battle, one (dwarf B we'll call him) decided that he didn't have enough booze in his waterskin so he peeled off to go get some more. Dwarf A (I'm guessing you can agree that this is the other one) attacked the dragon with great vigor, fighting for the safety of her friends and family in the fortress.
The battle lasted for many days as Dwarf B decided that he needed a snack, attend a party, have a nap, drink again, and eat again (Drink, Eat, Rave, Repeat) before heading out to see how things were going.
Dwarf A had fought the dragon to a standstill and both were exhausted. Taking a swing at each other every now and then and then collapsing in exhaustion. As you can probably foretell, Dwarf B did a merry skip up to the dragon and delivered the killing blow. He will be remembered as the great dragon slayer with many carvings and decorations dedicated to his great victory.
Dwarf A suffered many cuts/bruises and what not but left the battle with all four limbs attached and covered in blood and core. Dwarf B left in a spotless uniform to go celebrate his victory with his family and friends. Another party was thrown for Dwarf B, while Dwarf A grabbed a bite and caught up on some much needed rest.
Only the heavens above (me) know what truly happened and Dwarf B, with all his skill from training, became a hauler for the remainder of his days.
(heard of something called gui\gm-editor but it just gives a errormessage about no valid target when using K button over dwarf.
