Necrothreat II
In the Hall of Legends
Player list:
Apiks -
3,
4Highmax28 -
6,
7Apiks -
9MitreInsanityIncarnate -
12,
13,
14,
16,
17IronTomatoNotaPirateGoombaGeekOranosMastahcheese BFEL -
25,
26,
28Sprin -
30,
31,
32NAV-
33,
34,
35DemonbutterRuhnTh4DwArfY1 -
36,
37,
38[Interspace] -
39,
41Elephant Parade -
42,
43,
44,
45,
46Ruhn -
48,
51,
52[Interspace] -
53,
54 -
55,
56,
57,
58,
59,
60Th4DwArfY1 -
66,
67,
68,
70,
71,
73Ruhn[Interspace] -
76,
77,
78,
79,
80,
83,
85NAVElephant ParadeIron TomatoTh4DwArfY1 -
89,
91,
92,
95,
96,
97,
98,
100Sprin -
105Highmax -
112Note and legend:To read the overseers' turns, start by opening the spoiler of each cycle and then opening the link of each number, starting with the lowest to the highest. You will often need to scroll down to the person in question multiple times on the page to see their story. You will also notice sometimes that others write canon stories as well. The list is in order.
Green - finished turn
Teal - current turn
Yellow - premature fortress ending/alternative ending
Red - did not take their turn
White - future overseer turns
Rules:1. Each player takes 1 ingame year of turn and then after his turn is over, he saves, zips his savefile and gives it to the next person.
2. If the fortress perishes, it shall either be reverted back to the latest save and then it shall be decided onto whom the savefile goes onto, reclaimed or the end of the fort.
3. You are not allowed to destroy the fortress on purpose.
4. You must play with Dwarf Fortress Version 34.11 and with Teh Lolmod (Should be in the savefile).
5. If a gamebreaking bug is discovered in the mod, it is to be stated so that it can be fixed.
6. You must forumite (dorf) yourelf after or during your turn as any forumite you desire.
7. Report deaths of any forumites that are in the Necrothreat Hall of Fame and add new if you desire.
9. You have exactly 1 week worth of time to finish your turn. If you have not finished by that time, you are entitled to hand over the savegame to the next player if you've made any progress.
Optional: 10. Make narration and updates every-so often until you turn runs out. Try to keep it to the story.
Note: Rules are subject to change.
It all started when BFEL necroed
an years old thread and as the conversation went by, somehow Apiks (me) started a Succession fort based on the thread. From there I contacted the OP to aid us in changing the thread itself. Talvieno and BFEL began making the first version of Teh LOLmod which was used in that succession fort. That
thread proved to be succesful and after that fort failed due to a head (yes, a head) we have started this fort with the latest version of Teh LOLmod with the aim of continuing our numerious hilarious exploits.
Apiks, The Boring's Turn
Highmax28, The Sword Enthusiast's Turn
Apiks, The Rising Madwoman's Intervention
InsanityIncarnate, The Insane's Turn
BFEL, The Bored One's Turn
NAV, The Harbinger's Turn
Th4DwArfY1, The Unknowing Darkfriend's Turn
Ruhn, The Rebuilder's Turn
Highmax28, The Renouncer's TurnTh4DwArfY1, The Abomination's Turn
IronTomato, The Redeemer's Turn
Th4DwArfY1, The Abomination's Turn
Apiks - First Militia Commander of Necrothreat - Killed the first 2 necrothreaders in Necrothreat - Death during the Mad Doctor Sprin's reign of the year 252 - Necrothreat I
Esther1 - Global Moderator - Defended the fort against Drunians with nothing but a laptop which ultimately lead to her demise but saved many lives - Death during Gold Rusher Misko's reign of the year 253 - Necrothreat I
Obok Lanlarurdim - Unknown - Killed 43 male elves (male fetish) and 5 leopards in Glidesnarls - Death during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Tun Kikrostfikod - Wife of the Mayor Rakust - Has ranked 5 leopard and cheetah kills each in Glidesnarls and 1 Drunian, Gray Langur and 2 zombie forumites in Necrothreat - Death during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Apiks(lover) - Militia Commander - The lover of the legend and first militia commander of Necrothreat, Apiks. She has taken up his name in favor for his death and does everything he would've in his name. She has killed a fellow forumite, a zombie forumite and 3 elves as well as 2 Troglodytes with a pick which made the other Troglodyes (she essentially stopped an attack single-handedly) run in fear - Death during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Stukos Zefonotin - Unknown - Like Obok Lanlarurdim, Stukos has killed 43 male (yet another male fetish) elves in Glidesnarls. Other kills include 5 tigers and 10 jaguars in Glidesnarls as well as a wild boar man an woman, 2 Zombie Gray Langur Women and his greatest feat, Akith Sloshlabors the Troll - Death during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Mebzuth Kuletabod - Unknown - As with other of her kind from Glidesnarls, she has killed exactly 43 male elves in Glidersnarls. This raises questions from where these elf-killers are arrising. Mebzuth has also killed 5 female tigers, 4 male tigers and 5 leopards - Death during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Fath Avuztost - Living Head - This head has caused many problems in Necrothreat I that border on the edge of destroying Necrothreat itself. First it was a simple head to serve as a warning to all that opposed us, now it is our doom. This head has scared all our forumites which leave us unable to do any work, which in turn destroys us. - Undead Legend that died out during the Fall of Necrothreat I - Necrothreat I
Cutstandards - Zombie Yak - Has stiffled the first ambitions of Necrothreat II single handendly and has killed DwArfY who beforehand had withstood the wrath of the gods themselves. Truly the harbinger of Necrothreat II's destruction. - Undead Legend that died when the corpse of DwArfY revived and murdered it whilst it was on fire. - Necrothreat II
Asmel - The Vampire Defender - Stood indefatigable in battle against the hordes of Fain's minions. Abstains from the blood of the living, instead drinks only from the dead. - Death during The Abomination Th4DwArfY1's reign. - Necrothreat II
Solon - Maiden of the Spear - During the Great Undead siege in the Second Turn of Th4DwArfY1, Solon fought endlessly, killing many before numbers forced her back. She did this despite the loss of a leg. Prior to her arrival, she killed 144 animal men in the Belted Jungle. - Death during The Abomination Th4DwArfY1's reign. - Necrothreat II
Sulin - Leader of the Maidens - Fought valiantly alongside Solon, killing at least as many zombies. Wielder of the named spear, and Spearmistress. 80 kills, all zombies. Truly, a thorn in the side of Armok and Fain. - Living Legend - Necrothreat II
NAV - The Harbinger - Has survived the longest in any Necrothreat history, ranking up about 6 years in Necrothreat II. Is a fierce warrior and a master at boozemaking. He loves drinking to such a degree that he would stop in the middle of the battlefield with death all around him to have a drink. All of that without a spine. - Death during The Abomination Th4DwArfY1's reign. - Necrothreat II
Coilmerge the North Wisp - Zombie Zombie Slayer - Has 102 kills under his belt of Necrothreat II's enemies, all the while being one of them himself! Coilmerge is the zombie that rebelled against his own, saving Necrothreat in many ways by diverting attention. All with just an iron wiki article as a weapon. - Unknown - Necrothreat II
The Fall of Necrothreat IAnd just like Troy, Necrothreat shall fall... Thus begins the final chapter of Necrothreat I, the last bastion against the Thread Necromancers. And thus by through the eyes of a decapitated head, the battle is lost. Slowly the walls begin to crumble, and the great and mighty fortress falls into disarray. The enemy awaits those mad enough to seek refuge in the outside, hungry for flesh other than their own kind. They wait in the shadows and murder those foolish enough to rescue the falling fortress. Highmax, the "Guardian" of Necrothreat, rallies those for a final push for escape, as hopeless as it seems. BFEL, The Handless Cripple, Master of "Unhanded Combat", Highmax's lieutenant, distributes the last of the weapons to the last of the citizens. The beasts that howl in the depths shriek in joy, for their bonds loosen in each coming day. Apiks visits the burial site of her husband whose name she took as her own and swears she will return one day to bring his body back to their homeland when she escapes. The children live in fear and cry from the doom lingering overtop of them. The Haxxors sharpen their skills and blades as they prepare for the pillaging of the fortress' goods, the raping of their women and the slaughtering of anything that moves. The trolls rally to take the fortress and spread their twisted ideals to the world. NAV leads the people to prepare for their escape, if one is found possible. Sprin begins to incinerate all documents and experiments that were made and written. The High Lord Threadomancer, Ur, smiles in his own plane of existance. Though he may not have mortal flesh and lead the final assult against the forces of Necrothreat, he played his part in their defeat easily. Each misfortune was his doing. And now his revenge on all fourmites for his death in his mortal shell. Highmax climbs up on top of the tower and screams to the world a war cry so loud, the Elves of Glidesnarls thought they were being attacked again and prepared to fight. Highmax turned to the people he served and spoke a speech to prepare them for their final escape:
"People of Necrothreat! I can see the fear and pain in your eyes. The zombies outside are ready to tear our walls down and you fear they will. I say that I don't fear that it will happen. I KNOW it will happen. We will escape this condemned fortress and never look back. We were the last fortress able to hold up to the Thread Necromancers. We have failed, and the zombies will begin to overwhelm the rest of the world. But I will not die in this forsaken land. No, I will die in that infernal Dark Tower fighting my way up to put an end to all this. I will die fighting. I will kill each of the zombies here so you all may flee. I will take the strongest men and women here and we will hold the line as the rest escape. No songs will be sung of the fall of Necrothreat. There will be no evidence of our colonizing of this forsaken land. It will be as if Necrothreat never existed. The zombies will never know who we were, nor will they know what happened here. Let us prepare for our final journey. Do not fear the setting sun, bask in the glory of the night. That is when we will leave, under no moonlight or starlight. We will release the the evil spirit body of the vampire and the werebeast and send them out first. Then we will rush out as the zombies are distracted eating them. Those with me will kill any that come after us. If we make it out alive, we will burn the entire fortress to the ground and collapse the tunnels. No one gets in, and everything inside will be sealed away. All I have to say is WE WILL ESCAPE! WE WILL SURVIVE!"
The crowd wept and cheered at the same time. The thoughts of impending doom were all around now. The eyes of the head keep on staring, and the mindless look on it turns into a fiendish grin. The face forms into the face of Ur. Suddenly the walls collapse, and the hordes of the undead charge. The Thread Necromancer is freed by his undead allies and turns to the graveyard and corpse pile. He laughs as those who aided in the rising of Necrothreat rise again to bring its fall. His laughter fills the halls and the vampire spirit body of Mastahcheese returns from his binding in the caverns and the werebeast is released. Apiks screams as she sees her husband run towards her, pickaxe in hand. The pickaxe hits its mark with deadly skill and kills Apiks upon striking. Her body is then reanimated and the two once lovers were reunited in death. BFEL runs into the raging werebeast. The hulking were-rodent grins savegely and the handless cripple fights the beast in single combat. But alas, BFEL is slain, but not without mortally wounding the Were-Capybara by biting its juggular and smashing its skull with his savage kicks. Mastahcheese the vampire spirit body now free is met by Sprin, and the two slay eachother with ban-hammers, striking eachother in the skull at the same time. Sprin's nurse is killed in turn by the Apiks couple after watching her boss get his head smashed open. Highmax, "Champion" of Necrothreat, charges towards the Thread Necromancer, slaughtering endless hordes of the undead. Twenty two he felled in his path to the Thread Necromancer. Unable to defend himself after being stripped of all his posessions, Highmax slays the Thread Necromancer by severing his lower body. Highmax turns around, only to see the newly arisen Were-Capybara zombie; the original one. Highmax charges with his blade in hand. The werebeast smacks him aside, and then devours Highmax alive and whole. NAV, though not a warrior, grabs Highmax's sword and charges towards the undead-werebeast, letting out a warcry that sounded like screaming in fear. The were-beast goes to bite down and kill NAV, but the brave and foolish fourmite steps on the beasts lower jaw and stabs Highmax's blade into the roof of the beasts mouth. Letting go of the blade, NAV, with strength never seen before, tears apart the jaws of the undead beast with his bare hands, killing it instantly. NAV takes the blade and tries to free Highmax but he was too late. Several ribs were impaled into Highmax's chest, and though he still drew breath, he was dying.
"Take the survivors and flee... I'm done... Keep my blade, and may it serve you well..."
Highmax, the self proclaimed champion of Necrothreat died. NAV screamed in sadness and began to slaughter the zombies around him in an insane rage. Highmax was dead. Apiks was dead. Sprin was dead. Everyone was dead. Only he remained. Thirty six he killed before the Apiks couple arrived with the legendary dead: Toady One The Great. NAV took the blade and decapitated the Apiks husband and took the pickaxe, quickly shattering the skull of the Apiks wife. Toady One the Great had a grin most devious. He was but a skeleton after being drowned and being one of the first to die. He then pulled out a sword made out of the bones of those unburied and the two fought. NAV fought hard and bravely, but he was not a warrior, and had his arm ripped off and his legs severed from his body. Toady One then laughed. He spoke without lungs, made sound without a voicebox, and laughed with the vigor and darkness of demons. NAV looked up at this horror as it brought its sword down into his heart. NAV, the last of the fourmites, was killed. Thus ends the last chapter of Necrothreat. Through the fear brought by Ur through a severed head, the league is broken. Even Armok wept on this day, as it rained for a hundred days, flooding the world and reshaping the world underneath. He put forth his sorrow and his thoughts of this doomed fortress that the world had gained new living beings, made to make Armok laugh and forget his sorrow. And those that died in Necrothreat were reborn, ready to start anew and to begin the second chapter of Necrothreat...
At last, the time has come...
A pale silence filled the halls of the fourmites as a lone scream filled the air. Highmax stopped working the pumps, and looked at Elephant Parade who had a face of terror and fear written all over his face. If it wasn’t covered by an elephant skin helmet, Highmax would’ve screamed at his look of horror. Wasara, who was down the hall, came running past them, screaming at the top of her lungs. Highmax grabbed his blade, no longer as bright blue as it was in the old homes where he was the great hero. Here? He was only known as Ur’s Bane, and would forever be known as such. He grabbed EP and dragged him to the armory at a quick trot and tossed him an axe. “Ready yourself” he said.
Dorisdwarf, Talvieno, Nav and several others, were still celebrating the defeat and the construction of the magma cannon. Food, booze made by the master boozecrafter reborn, and bones were tossed about the table as a merry feast began when they heard a faint scream in the depths and then Wasara running by them, heading right for the gates. A loud sound of a skull splitting and the screams of Wasara stopped. Apiks walked into the room, half written slab in one hand, a pickaxe in the other. “No one opens that damned gate. Now each of you grab a weapon and prepare for the worst; I think a forgotten one was released into the mines again.” Spears, axes and crossbows were distributed amongst them, NAV donning on the skill of his previous body, armed himself to the teeth with his mighty crossbow, the very same one his old body used. He was ready for anything… Almost anything…
TalonisWolf, DwArfY and Sulin all were near the barracks when they heard the screams. Wolf immediately booked it and grabbed the nearest weapon he could get his hands on. Soon, the entire fortress ran in and were grabbing whatever they could get their hands on. They all headed into the graveyard; that place they all believed would be perfect for a last stand, although they were all confident it wouldn’t be the last. Highmax, DwArfY and Apiks stood side by side, Apiks taking the front and middle, pickaxe in hand. DwArfY gripped his spear with the strength that could easily crush someone’s head. And Highmax stood off to the side, blade at the ready. Then they all smelled smoke. “DRAGON!” One fourmite cried, but what they saw confirmed it wasn’t a dragon… It was something worse.
The smoke filled the large room and a being of fire, burning brighter than the sun, stood before them, and more strange abominations created of things that should not exist, arrived. Steam, lead, mud, and even the cursed blue ore were all apparent. But one Highmax recognized stood before them all clad in armor and a crown, standing taller than anything he had ever seen, breaking through the stairwell and made of flesh and steel. It was a demon he saw on the engravings in that strange place back in the old homes. Then the bloody battle began, and half of the fourmites died almost instantly.
The creature made of steam ran towards the great NAV and the heat became so intense, an explosion was created from the beer that he carried on him. NAV’s body was a bloody mess that covered the entire graveyard, as well as the other 6 that stood near him, Dorisdwarf, Tal and EP were slain and splattered all over the others as well. The others were lucky to have escaped the inferno and the shock of the blast. The demons, however, were unfazed, save for the creature of steam, which ceased to exist. The fire giant belched a great flame and more fourmites fell, save those who grabbed a shield. 15 were dead now, and the last remaining charged to death. Highmax kept his cool and went in, blade swinging and whirling. Apiks charged with a near snarl on his face, his past deeds and sins all were nothing in comparison to this. DwArfY let the madness of Armok consume him, his loud battlecry fueling the hearts of the last fourmites. Many fell within seconds, but the three fought on.
Sulin was slain within seconds, blood of NAV on her face, and the demon king swallowing her whole. Forty more demons arrived, and spells were fired from the three, who let magic fly as well as their weapons clashing against the inorganic flesh of the demonic enemies. Wolf kept up with the three but then he felt something grip his ankle as he was then dragged into the ground. Looking down, he saw the decayed and mangled bodies of his once friends and family arise and pull him under in their place. He screamed but they were quickly muffled as his mouth went into the earth. The freed necrothreader stood with the demon king, and now fourmites, less then twenty strong now, watched as another enemy overwhelmed them. Then, as if the gods showed mercy, an ally was brought free and fought the dead though they did not harm him; Sodel the Vampire joined the war.
It was hopeless. Too many fell and the enemy kept getting back up. DwArfY then let the fury of Armok consume him entirely, letting every ounce of madness consume him. Red light glowed around him as the fires of Armok raged from his hands, burning the dead and scorching the demons. He didn’t care who he slaughtered now. He cut down two of the last of the fourmites and was headed straight to his goal: the Necrothreader. Flames covered the place, reminding highmax of that dreaded last battle on the fields of the great dark tower. Highmax stopped for a moment and watched as DwArfY killed a demon made of adamantine by scorching it and then stabbing the point where he hit, killing it by stabbing its heart. The necrothreader was before him, and with a clean stab of his spear, the Necrothreader’s head flew off and his body fell in a lifeless slump. Highmax then charged to save his dear and close friend as he saw the demon king swing his blade down on him. DwArfY stood with a blade in between his legs as Highmax got close, and before the great warrior, the one friend who helped him in all this madness and saved them all, split into two halves and fell. Highmax let out every ounce of his energy out. Nothing mattered now but the survival of the last few. He will slay the demon king and hope it causes the rest to fall back.
He charged the mighty Lord of Demons, and he brought down his blade. Highmax dodged and slashed the hand off in a clean stroke. The demon roared in fury as his other hand grabbed Highmax and then slammed him into the ground. Highmax was barely alive but still able to stand. He stared down his enemy as he got up. Laughing, the King grabbed his blade in his other hand. A swing and Highmax barely dodged. Blood was draining from his nearly broken body quickly, and he only had seconds to live. He climbed up the demon’s arm and made it to the creature’s face, where the diety tried to grab him, only to meet Highmax’s blade cutting deep into his eye. He roared in fury, blood covering Highmax and spraying the place with fowl black blood. Highmax twisted his blade out and stabbed the other eye before the creature smacked him into his face, digging the blade deep into his eye and ripping into his brain. He let Highmax go and fell, dying. Highmax dropped to the ground and died before his body hit the floor.
Apiks was alone now. He had nothing left but to escape. He swung his pick into the ground and disappeared in a flash of white. Apiks ran up the stairs, and was lucky his distraction worked enough for him to try and get the children to escape. Suddenly, he heard the sound of screaming as he made it to the top floor where the children he knew and saw were all being consumed by a flow of magma; someone had opened the gate! He watched helplessly as the screams of younglings died quickly as they were swallowed and killed by the magma. The son of the dead highmax, Timeless Bob, and Sulin’s Spawn all perished before him. Life meant nothing to him now, Apiks was truly alone. He needed to escape if he wanted to live. But where? The demons are free here, and they would kill everything before he could hope to rebuild. He had one choice, and he only knew Highmax was the one capable of doing it.
The demons were already approaching when he readied his spell. He struck the earth and a flash of light enveloped them all as the crack in the earth grew and grew until the entire fortress began to collapse around them. Another, larger flash of light, and Apiks was blinded. White was all he saw, and he fell down into that crack, which grew into an abyss now. He fell and closed his eyes. He fell and all he felt was his power leaving his body. He said goodbye to the heroes, the fallen, and was ready to greet the old heroes that he was told of by Highmax. But he awoke with a start as someone was shaking him awake…
BFEL and Talvieno sat next to him on the wagon Apiks felt Toady One slap him awake. “Get up! We’re almost there, Apiks.” He got up and gripped his pickaxe. It was copper, unlike his powerful steel he remembered he had. “Where am I?” He asked sleepily. Sprin laughed at him from the back of the cart. “You were the one who came up with this. How can you forget? You even named it; Necrothreat, The land of wealth and a salvation from the undead.” His grin seemed almost too kind, hiding something. Mastahcheese laughed as he was fiddling with some junk in the cart as he walked next to the cart. “Well, you can’t be serious about that. You must be kidding!” Everyone but Apiks laughed. “What’s the name of the world again? I think I bumped my head during the ride.” Apiks said wearily. He tried to use some of his magic, but he felt cut off. As if he was severed from his source of power. Jenny looked confused and answered, but in a mumble. Whatever it was, Apiks knew it wasn’t the same as the one where he was just on… Or the one before it. He did it, and relief filled his face. Another world that he could protect and keep safe from the remnents of Ur and the spawn of Armok. NAV kept on driving the cart and then let out a cry. “I see it! The place we’ve waited so many months to get to! Thank Armok we’re here!” Sprin laughed maniacally. He knew that Apiks remembered everything, just as he did.
And thus, a new chapter of the fourmites began. The fallen sat in the afterlife and reveled in a great party that lasted until the end days. But Highmax and DwArfY couldn’t stand it, and they watched as their old friend tried to fix everything… And then others came by and watched as well. Wolf, Esther, and even the mad Elephant Parade watched. They may return one day to that world to aid the Father in White, but not today. Today, Apiks grabbed his pick and slammed it into the ground. As his ancestors told him and as tradition goes, he pulled it back out and raised it into the air as he let out a cry that made the fallen heroes cheer and celebrate again.
STRIKE THE EARTH!
