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Hmmm, it appears our Star of the show, the delightful and decadently awesome (in his own very humble opinion) cannot be saved. I have backtracked as far as the last post four times, and every time he is stricken by melancholy, or a rage. I refuse to fudge the game back any further, so I hope DF throws me a fun bone.

Therefore I will play through once more, and write what happens. does the story end? I hope not, I just got some free time while my other project is going through editing. on the other hand, me playing MWDF in a competant manner is not always assured, so perhaps I shall chose another race if this story dies.

May Mekhelb the Great and Terrible always guide you in fashionable nails, and leave you be in EVERY other aspect of life.

Sorry for the delay guys, the game and story aren't dead, just..... sleeping. Under a stack of studies, child-rearing, wife annoying and job hunting (with a spear!).

1st Obsidian, 112.

     I have at last come from my inspections of the mine, as I do  not believe the dwarves will come out without a show of bravery and courage. I therefore informed Heznh of my plans to come up to the Tower proper. After much arguing on his part, mostly to do with concerns for my safety (I have really found a most loyal Steward, I shall have to find a way to reward him.) I have ascended, thereby showing the Dwarves there is no fear to be found in this fortress, despite the Crossbows that Heznh insists are not actually a form of ballistae.

     I have, in my bravery decided to return to my quarters, and on the way, I discovered my Grounding Floor to be complete! I then assembled The skeletons as an Honour Guard and Commanded Heznh and Jreb accompany me to the Great Unveiling. Jreb nearly took my breath away, her ephemeral beauty stunning me to wordless awe, She must have heard I was coming back to the Tower proper, and prepared herself for me accordingly , as a sign of her great affection, nay, Love for me.

     She was slightly dishevelled, with her hair in a mess, and nothing on her but the near-transparent Glass Armour, with a bedsheet wrapped around her legs, presumably as an obscure reference to high fashion.

     The Great Unveiling went off successfully, striking undoubted awe into my subjects. The pattern should help to secure any spells cast within the tower, bleeding any excess downwards, until it can be collected by an astonishingly handsome and capable individual of extreme power. Me.



((also, I am not quite sure why Mekhelb has 'Witch' as a skill, as he is male... but maybe he is just getting into his feminine side. Manicures feed the power?))

Quote from: Neri on April 15, 2014, 08:12:12 am

JAK, did you try adding the squad to the appropriate Alert status in the military screen? (m,a)

Yes, but just the default Active/Training. I didn't need anything fancier at the time. I hope this isn't a bug; I really like this mod and I hope some silly bug about army man boot camp doesn't poke a big hole in the playability.

Stupid question, but the Active/Training alert is the one selected, while the squads are active in it at the same time, and have put the schedule down to the appropriate number of dwarves, as relevant to the squad, yes?

JAK, did you try adding the squad to the appropriate Alert status in the military screen? (m,a)

16th Timber, 112.

     The dwarves have decided to start singing 'Kumbaya', and therefore have set up a campfire, and spend a large portion of the day sitting on some felled logs and grunting, presumably about alcohol and beards, though at this distance, who can tell? They have taken feeble potshots at our walls with the miniture balistae they seem to be carrying instead of crossbows, and then retreated under the looming doom of my arcane might, after several hours that I spent reinforcing the secure inner fortified section of the tower against any possible infiltrators who may have made it past the raised drawbridges and hastily assembled skeletons, as well as the minions, animated sledgehammers and my loyal Coven of Heznh and Jreb.

     I have decided to reanimate several skeletons that had been damaged by raiders and other such worthless trash. The extra servants shall be useful for when the stunted bastards eventually decide to attack, though I am busy sending everything that can walk, crawl or fly into the pit to be turned to better use, and soon as the dwarves come skulking closer to my Tower, I shall unleash the full power of my arcane and necromantic might! probably from my bedroom, or the lower kine, just to really show I do not even need to be present to be effective and dangerous.

     I have instructed my Steward to signal parley, so that we may accept their surrender. He seemed to stare at me in slack jawed astonishment, presumably not believing I could be so clearsighted and cunning as to demand the surrender of such a proud race. He soon nodded, and asked if I would please make myself safe for the duration, to keep myself in reserve as our magically supreme arsenal to threaten with. I  therefore retreated underground, into a cosy nook one of the skeletons started to care out of the rock on my order to note these events down. Heznh sends messages every few hours, detailing the danger he is in and what has been happening, and I am almost grateful that I have a steward of such steadfast courage, and faith in my omnipotence. heart would be cleft in twain

     I shall have to remind him not to neglect my darling Jreb, and to see to her safety even at the cost of his own, as I care for her, and my heart would be cleft in twain were she to perish in a manner that forsook her being raised again.

25th Galena, 112.

     Some Idiot, named Mmwej has failed his responsibility. As military commander, it was his responsibility to raise the western drawbridge, while my faithful Steward pulled the Corpse Pit Lever. Instead he simply ran from place to place, overconfidence being his downfall. His enormous Hubris has led to the Bandit Raiders to enter the tower, hammers bludgeoning any who stood in their path.

     Thankfully Mmwej has opted out of being punished for his stupidity and transgressions by having his head caved in, from the chin upwards, and had little grey chunks bursting out the top, splattering brain all over my favourite robe. thankfully Jreb, Heznh and myself are still safe, and countless undead have been released from the pit. I go now to re-seal it, in preparation for the next attack. I need to collect more souls, our meagre collection will not suffice to raise that idiot Mmwej from death to take his proper disciplinary punishment.

     In better news, it turns out that Purple nail lacquer is a mix of blue and red (thus creating brown) with small flecks of brain mixed in. I must remember to properly thank Mmwej for allowing me to make this discovery. My manicures shall be the stuff of nightmares, as the stories are told in the hovels of my enemies.

     The finishing touches have been delayed on my Arcane Grounding Floor, until enough souls are collected to ensure our survival. My ascension cannot become one with reality unless I manage to survive the Bandit King's wrath, after I accidentally killed and animated his son and heir, after sneaking off drunk from my incompetent Ex-Masters Tower.

     

19th Felsite, 112.

     In the two months since I last wrote, my frustrations have lessened, and I have started to relax into an easy routine. Until today. Ashlander Elves have lain in ambush, the stature of my greatness in their mind, obviously diluted by distance ad ignorance, and Thus; They have decided to make war on me, and my incompetent servants. Speaking of Incompetence, Saher has passed away, with nobody noticing. Such a great combatant should have at least put up a fight against whatever it was, yes? idiocy and uselessness abound all around it seems.

     I am in awe of the outfits owned by these Ashlander elves, the Colours! the Shades! the delicately transparent shapes of the glass! How I ache to have Jreb dressed in these, doing a sultry walk across my bedchamber!

     At any rate, I pulled the Corpse Pit Lever, as work cannot be interrupted on the grounding floor, nor on the first floor, which shall contain my Library of Burning Doom, and the second, which shall contain a brilliantly appointed and decorated Throne Room.