Err, I don't know how to post images, but I will if somebody tells me how and wants to see.
The fightin' dwarves of Limules "Goldcleared" had just switched from wrestling to some newly crafted obsidian shortswords. They were all excited about having jan-u-wine, real weapons, but alas it was still an army of conscripts. The only armor they had was what they brought, or perhaps a randomly issued shell helm, perhaps some bone greaves too. Rowdy young recruits, no armor, and deadly new weapons; a straight line to tragedy.
And sure enough, despite the dwarven dreams of vanquishing werewolves, inspired by the mediocre engravings of Athel Quakestrikes, (a trapper upset about being forced to abandon his career as a hunter,) the first blood spilled by their swords would be their own. Poor Olin Roomglazed, got his upper body mangled in a spar gone terribly wrong. True to his name, his blood glazed the barrack floor. Luckily for him, he produced enough of it to appease Armok, and the sword did not puncture his organs in search of more.
The dwarves of Limules are poor record keepers, but this event must've transpired mid-late 1052. Somehow, Olin managed to rest inspite of the pain and the periodic lapses in his consciousness. Though Olin is not a notably tough dwarf by any means, his heart is to be commended. During the past three years he has been attempting to recover, he has not complained much about the noise of the overcrowded barracks, or not having a room of his own. When the noise would get to be to much for Olin, he would find his way on his own, not wishing to trouble a nurse, to an unoccupied bed in a room not yet made or claimed.
The dwarves of Limules have seen their military swell in these past three years, though moreso in skill and numbers, rather than the armory. A few have even choked to death on their own blood, which proceeded to drain out of the barracks, into the hall, and finally into the nearby trade depot; between this and being offered horse skulls as parting gifts, suffice to say the elves have not been pleased.)
Now, they are entering the Winter of 1055, and the first vile force of darkness descends upon Limules. Though they have made fortifications, and a few traps, largely the dwarves had not set up any kind of strong defenses, and all that would stand between the goblins and their children was themselves. A trapper was caught before he could make it across the river, at least he managed to break the arms of a macegoblin before he fell to the swarm. Next, a fool craftsdwarf who decided to loiter in the entryway just inside the fortress took an arrow to the heart, our marksdwarves ran to the fortifications and made the goblins pay in kind. The goblins rushed for inside, seeking cover from the arrows, not realizing the inside was fortified not only with arrow slits, but some nasty falling rocks and dogs.
As the fight currently stands, in progress, the goblins have killed two dogs, a marksdwarf has been shot dead through the fortifications, a broken leg inflicted on another dwarf. The melee military is rushing to engage the goblins amongst the traps, and the goblins are wavering amongst the increasing corpses of their foes. Victory is ours, this is now certain.
I have stopped to examine the carnage and I see a blinking dwarf toward me rear line. I stop and see that it is none other than Olin! His body has not yet fully healed, and his weaponskills therefore have not progressed these past years, but it is now merely broken rather than mangled, and inspite of his injury he is charging toward the front to join his brethren in battle! Fight on brave Olin! Fight on!
So I've a screen of him injured in bed, and another of him amidst this siege, with his body only yellow. The stockpile wall by the trade depot has been detailed in the time in between, proving the order of events. Now time to hit spacebar (or hold '.') to see if he lives through this!
Edit: Well, Olin made it to the front line, and not only did he live without further injury, he gave the coup de etat to a goblin spearman. (Although he seems to have taken no joy in this slaughter. Probably because he should've been resting.)
I think the final score-card is roughly Dwarven dead 1 civ, 1 military, 2 fortress guard, 2 war 1 regular dogs. Injuries: 1 minor spine injury for a swordsdwarf, 1 broken leg on axe\wrestler. Goblins: 12 dead, 1 heavily injured spear, and lightly injured bowman managed to flee. A swordsdwarf knocked a goblin about 15-20 tiles upward, and this proved a major distraction for half my military chased a flying corpse, allowing the 2 gobbies to escape.
[ June 13, 2007: Message edited by: Funkadelic Jive Turkey ]
