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8th Granite, First year of Revenge.

     Camp has started to take shape. For diminutive rat-lizards, these kobolds can cut down trees fairly adequately. The river hasn't shown any signs of unfreezing, nor have the several semi-large bodies of water scattered around amongst the trees. A campfire was started, and abruptly put out by me when it was clear that these savages haven't the faintest idea of how to prevent a fire from engulfing the surrounding scrub and woodland.

     A butcher has been set up, alonside a tanner and a couple of other crude workshops, just to start getting some tents up, keep this snowdrift from encasing us while we sleep. I have gotten the woodcarver doglizards to start on easy things, crude utensils for a small kitchen, for cooking vermin. should help our Rats to last until breeding time passes around.

     We have a very small amount of meat to spread among our Bolds, but the only animal to hunt is currently a faedog, which I am working on some mechanisms to complement our cage in a effort to catch the damned thing. A first line of defense to safeguard ourselves and our oh so precious drakes would be appreciated. I have started erecting a log palisade for just this purpose, with everyone not engaged in more important (or make work to prevent accidents, like with our herbalist) duties currently dragging the smaller logs to create a wall. A crude weapon rack has been set up next to our wood stockpile, to allow our kobolds some experience if fighting, we currently have 6 of our 20 dispensable minions (I as the 21st, am not dispensable) in the military, headed by Jaso, and seconded by Gunarex, with a squealing mass of idiots trying to follow the semi-garbled instructions they are given.

     TemptsFate (A name I gave this kobold, as I always put him on scouting duties on the way here.... he has the most annoying high pitched cackle when amused.) has been taken off hunting duties, which I put to Matarata, and TemptsFate has been told to steal what he can. Apparently he needs a tunnel of some sort for this, as opposed to just walking away from camp until he finds something but such things could be arranged fairly easily.

     The is a Kobold here, a smith just like in RegalDoom my previous abode that hellhole from where I lost my Jreb, who smell disturbingly similar to one of the skeletons who I used to boss around. Therefor instead of JeniBoibinins, he has been named TenderRoast, to keep them straight in my mind. I have set him a duty far from the fire, the wood or the currently being dismantled remains of the wagon, as the first thing he did when he saw the fire was dive his hands in, and grab one of the red embers, and start trowing them at the other kobolds. Thankfully our Dragons Claws (Or maybe Rat Meat) squad managed to subdue him with some pointy sticks and a deserved beating. He and the burned kobolds are under the care of what passes for a physician here, the only kobold who seemingly gives a damn about any other Bold. Name of Kayben, Kaytab, Kaytavo.... something along those lines anyway.

     Only one other Kobold of note in our group currently, who is a very disgruntled fisherman. I have put him (Calls himself Mithril Leaf, I've started with Mithy, and it seems to have stuck.) on marking out where he can fish when the ice melts, and to keeping other kobolds off 'his' fishing areas. with any luck, this restriction will result in less kobold deaths come Thaw, as opposed tMithys body being found in a snowdrift in a few weeks because someone got pissed at him.

This is the best idea I have heard in a long time.

I love the grazing areas affecting the races development, truly inspired.

A few ideas, not necessarily good ones mind;

Larvae Ammunition for Spore launchers, as in reaction reagent for a ranged syndrome.

would it fit to have Savage grazing giving something like Bonecarn to the bigger, harder to control ones so spawned? (If possible, not a modder sorry) just a thought on possible, !FUN! routes to go through.

Possibly have calm biome grazing give a very small debuff, as the food isn't robust enough, so, almost echoing malnutrition or similar. If you take savage to mean better food (that fights back), to support more life?

Can the bite attacks be more dangerous by default? e.g. Mandibles or similar on the warrior drones?

Also, just flavour wise, do you want the hive to look outside itself for things like pets and such, or to simply adapt to meet a need? Pets that are simply part of the hive, as opposed to dogs and such for the other races.(Like you already said, or at least implied with the swarmlord)

If your absences while riding through exotic locales inspire these kinds of ideas, we may need to try to get you to go more frequently, instead of trying to keep you modding full time Meph

29th Opal, 1 year after losing my Human form, and Jreb.

     I will not be challenging the chief to combat after all. Some elves attacked, their lithe limbs clad in the glass armour I remember so well, and they seemed to simply carve their way into the camp in a flurry of grace and dismembered kobold limbs, until the Chief and his Son came out from their tent.
     They both bellowed in rage and charged in, growing huge and looking something like a cross between a bear and a kobold, and started ripping the elves limb from limb. And cursed form or not, I prefer my limbs intact and attached. It seems my Dragon Cult being of around 20 members (which is more than any of them can count, I’m sure) will be stealing some weapons tonight, and leaving this camp before the challenge comes from the Chief. Jreb needs me, and I need my revenge. And for those, I need to survive. Maybe we can 'appropriate' an ogre or something.

Boldings, and continuation (or rather, the start of the game) will happen with any luck within the week. slight modem replacement problems.

Indeed it is, in the Pre-Play story stage.

Naming and profession requests are open, and any kobolds not named will be left with all professions that aren't taken by a character enabled.

e.g Urist McPibkac wants to be Jim, the Butcher. He will be given the butcher labour, nicknamed 'Jim', or possibly 'Tiberius' and all others (unless needed, or a silly request) will have it disabled.

Also, any requests for personality or generally anything different will be seriously considered, and probably implemented if I can find a plausible way.

As the Warlocks and the Kobolds came in at a draw, I have decided that Warlocks shall be put off, as they have a tower (however short) already.

The new thread is at http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=138295.0 and with any luck, it will be a shade of awesome.

Alright, due to the "overwhelming" response, It seems lizardlike Rats are the next Story Fort. Or shallow stinking hole in the ground. Either way. I'll start up a new thread and be taking naming and other requests there.

Unless more voters with a different opinion turn up before I get the chance to play and write the first bit, at which point, I'll lock voting and declare the racial winner.

Should be in the next days or so.

also, MerkerBenson; I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing noise they make as they go past.

10th Slate, 113. Hail the MeadLord, King of the Underhalls of Iton Rivol. A final, tearsoaked and half ripped page has been found and pieced together, reading as the last journal entry of Mekhelb Khetyeyalhewaha, Former Overlord of RegalDoom, and tells of the end of the shortlived threat to our Kingdom. All personal effects and sorcerous Artefacts and Artifices have been collected and turned to the furnaces as ordered Sire. The Brewery has been given orders for free rounds for the 3rd legion as compensation to the poor dwarves who had to face that mess. The captain reports that the Undead boiled out of the Tower, after several months of seige and taking potshots at the walls, and it was only disciplined crossbow fire, room to room fighting and their trusty rose gold armour that saw them through. All Warlocks and walking corpses named in the logs have been accounted for amongst the dead and burnt. Praise Armok, May he never Tire of our Trials.

26th Obsidian. The Final Year of RegalDoom, and its broken Master. 112.

     I have seen death. The genocidal campaigns of my old master, torture of flesh being peeled from bones, tendons ripped and ligaments torn, magic that wastes flesh away while keeping the subject concious, and have employed most of these methods for power, pleasure, personal adornment and general amusement.

     I, the formerly pretentious Mekhelb have never lost any sleep, nor given a thought to the fate of any of these pathetic wretches, beyond fond imaginings of more pain and death to fill my days. However, I have not slept in almost three weeks. My nails go unkept, and my face has sprouted hair like a weed, watered by my tears, and the rich fertilizer of my underlings words to me. I now cut a figure in my now unwashed and grey robes of some hedge wizard, who could cavort with myriad dirty dwarves, or gnomes, and never seem out of place.


     The ghost of the Ghoul who attacked me, did no lasting physical or mental harm, beyond delivering knowledge. I go soon, to fix what  must be fixed, and to set aright the great wrong done to me. The Ghost, in it's cruelty left an awareness inside me, of doings within my own Tower between my unfaithful Steward, and the darkness that guides my dreaming hours, Jreb, the Beautiful Lie. They are together, sworn as Man and Wife, not Warlock to Witch, denying me even the respect due my station, by withholding this apparently trivial piece of heartrending information.

I shall raise all the mindless undead within range, Ordering them to kill every living thing that walks, crawls or flies. I shall be expending even my own powerful soul if need be, to destroy the trivial dwarfish threat, and my ever faithfully bacKStaBBING HORRIBLE BILE WORHTY TRAITOUROUS LYING CUCKOO BIRDS IN MY MIDST! May The Dark Enter Your Soul, you snivelling traitorous worms. So Sayeth I in the Name of RegalDoom, in the Way of the Warlock Covenant.



     And if anyone is Interested, this was Mekhelb of RegalDoom: