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Romaygus hands its key to Lyriel.

"I will put my faith in you Miss."

And I think the game might be renamed to "Just a normal day in an ordinary DF World", seeing as the conflict escalates by each passing moment.))

((I was considering it. Renamed it, let me know if it fits or not))

Cowards you can not accept this so you lash out in fear i shall be more of a godess then amy of you ever were I SHALL USHER IN A GOLDEN AGE FOR EVERYONE!!!
With a flash of light and godly power the magma bends to my will becoming a vast army before innock and said army launch into the realm of the gods she brings her husbando of course..

[1] Innock lashes at the deities cowardliness, and decides to create an army of magma beings to fuel her revolution.
But the gods won't let her do as she pleases. The foolish will be punished.
The Magma Sea starts pulsing weirdly, like alive. Then beings made of magma of all sort rise from it : humanoids, bird-like, animal-like. Then they comes at Innock, bent on destroying her on behalf of their creators.

Continue to Rampage.

[2] There is no living being left. No rampage. Murder Oak is confused as to what to do.

bitch slap tsiru while granting him strength
You fail the servant of Amok, may you find redemption or feel my WRATH

[5] Looking at Tsiru, Urist bitch slaps him so hard that the impact generates a powerful shockwave that send his mind go in total disarray. He falls on his butt, and begins surging with a new-found might granted by hers truly.
Tsiru feels totally overwhelmed by her presence, and is unable to move.

The Catastrophe of Insanity is waiting for orders.

"My love, we must... we must rebuild our society. I can use these riches to obtain weapons and armor for revenge, but we need some more kobolds so... let's uhh...."

Repopulate New Koboldia, and purchase arms and armor for revenge.

[6] Keeltheen got a master plan. Breed and repopulate, and purchase military equipment with their newfound treasures.
The two kobolds quickly get on with it, and Keeltheen's lover don't lose time with laying a crap-ton of eggs. She somehow can't stop, and the two kobolds begin to drown in a sea of kobold eggs !

Continue trying to eat, rest, and recover.

[4] Feeling the Voice-In-The-Head getting weakr, Ezor finally takes a long deserved meal. He then rests for a bit, and heals its wounds. Now fully healed, he ponders what to do next.

"Song BurnRage the Intricate Wraith of Killing is a blood red demon. He is the only one of its kind. A gigantic skeletal nightwing with goblinoid features. He moves erratically. His face is twisted in unceasing anger. Beware his deadly sword!"

Claim dominion over ruins. (And see if I can continue playing)

Fight for your mind roll : [4] Other wills are invading his mind. Alien thoughts are whispering in his head.
"SILENCE !" shouts Song with a burning voice, "I AM THE SOLE MASTER OF MY SOUL !"
The other wills are instantly crushed by the sheer willpower of the goblin. He is now reborn as Song BurnRage the Intricate Wraith of Killing the blood red demon, a huge skeletal nightwing with goblinoid features. He moves erratically. His face is twisted in unceasing anger. Beware his cursed sword!
[2] He decides to claim dominion over the ruins, but sense a stronger force than himself somewhere. He won't be able to become the master of this place with such an individual. Furthermore, he remembers his revenge.
Song is torn between pursuing the kobold and killing the other beings of this place.

Realizing that his normal battering was not going to cut it, Tsiru flips his warhammer so that the handle of it (which I think is also adamantine) is to the dwarf kid. He lunges at the dwarf and attempts to skewer them on the handle before the horror summoned kills him!

Having been masterfully bitchslaped, Tsiru is unable to move ! What will he do next ?

Some of the crowns seem to glow with heat. You notice one of the crown has a disembodied skeletal hand holding onto it. A magnificent iron crown set with rubies lays in the middle of the doorway of the only visible way out of the room.

Otu thinks for a moment, and remember the sweet heat of the desert. By reverse-psychology, estimating that a something evoking a good feeling would naturally be a trap, he decides not to touch them.
As for the crown with a skeletal hand, he just don't think much about it because he has a policy of not picking up others belonging. Obviously the skeletal hand owner just left its hand to tell "Mine, please don't touch until I come back".

So he picks up the iron crown.

You arrive in a dark, smoky room, filled with two dozen pedestals. Upon each pedestal is a magnificent crown.

Otu Yhm checks his surroundings using his heat-vision. If nothing is detected, he inspects the crowns without touching them.

Is there ANY choice?

"Song BurnRage the Intricate Wraith of Killing is a blood red demon. He is the only one of its kind. A gigantic skeletal nightwing with goblinoid features. He moves erratically. His face is twisted in unceasing anger. Beware his deadly sword!"

Claim dominion over ruins. (And see if I can continue playing)

((accepted !))

Become the Serpintine Dwarven godess of Dwarves,Snakes and undead with my godly power heal myself and become king of the current dwarven civilazation we hail from due to my charisma kindness and all around being a good gal.

That's quite a lot. Let proceed step by step.
Become a "deity" : [6] Innock, standing at the peak of the tower Claspedmenace feels her power taking a new form after mastering the secret art of necromancy. Power... so much power ! She feels like a god now, and raising her voice toward the heaven, she calls out to the greater beings above.

"I am now Innock ! Serpentine Dwarven Goddess of the Dwarves !"

Godhood. A more than desirable status, but a heavily guarded one. And its guardians don't like to be defied.
In face of this abnormality which didn't stop growing in power since its birth, the deities of Death began to feel fear. Thus, they punished the arrogant creature. No one shall threaten their immortal reign.

Suddenly the whole area around and including the tower collapsed, falling into the Great Magma Sea. The temporary rock island is slowly sinking in the molten rock...

"I WILL seek this kobold. When I kill everything here, to train myself even further."

CARNAGE!

[4] "It's his fault. All HIS fault !" suddenly shouts Song the goblin swordmaster. But not now. His time will come. After their's he thought looking at the helpless dwarves around him.
Holding strong his trust-worthy sword, Song slashed his way through the hordes of undead and the crowd of dwarves. None shall stop him.
[6] The carnage keeps increasing. Blood, death. Song's thirst can't be sated so easily. And as he killed his 100th dwarf, a strange phenomenon occurred. Blood began to rise, Lifeforce became visible to the naked eye. And like two red and gold streams, they began twirling around Song and his sword.
The sword drank the blood, morphing into a twisted cursed sword.
The lifeforce of the fallen was absorbed by Song's body, transforming him into something greater than dwarves and goblins...
It burns ! It burns ! As he is going to undergo this transformation, Song feels his minds disappearing in the hate and pain of the dead. And in a sudden explosion of pure force, Song rose, reborn by their blood and his revenge.*

*((I let you choose what kind of thing you become. You are basically some sort of demon avatar of Vengeance. You may lose your mind if you fail your next roll...))

Run on home to my little kobold dirt hut, dump the riches in a pit out back, and cover them. Then go relax with my kobold life partner.

((Prolly just gonna swap to a new character now, seeing as I kinda "won"))

[1] In the meantime and far from this carnage, Keeltheen the Kobold was returning back home. Ah, he could already see it. The small mound under which his home was. Already dreaming of the lauding of his glorious return, he walked gleefully toward his home.
And then, when he arrived in sight, all he was met with was ruin and destruction. His whole home, his whole people had been wiped out by some evil force.
Kobold life partner fate : [4] Keeltheen rushed toward his destroyed hut, still hanging to his riches. Bursting open the door, he saw a figure in the shadow. "Who is it !" he shouted. The figure stopped hiding, and walked out of the shadows.
His partner was alive.

attempt to bring forth a great creature for the carnage

[4] Urist McChild is not pleased. But she is not defeated. Far from it, there is still so much to be done !
Channeling the essence of insanity, she manipulates reality to bring forth a monster worthy of spreading the carnage. In a baptism of flames, it is born, Urist's very Archangel.

The Catastrophe of Insanity. A great lobster with a unique eye. It has thin wings of stretched skin. Beware its poisonous sting !

"Be hammered, tantrumspiraller!"
Tisru strikes at the dwarf child with his adamantine warhammer!(though chances are it will do no damage.)

[3] "Begone fool !" yells Tsiru. Tsiru strikes at the child with his wiffle bat +adamantine warhammer+ but it doesn't put as much as a bruise on it. The child isn't even paying attention to Tsiru.
Then a monstrous being rises from nothingness.

Rest, eat some of the miner soup I made before, and recover.

[2] The Forgotten Beast, having had enough of all this agitation decides to take a break and eat a miner snack. But the Voice In The Head is too disturbing, and Ezor the Forgotten Beast can't manage to rest nor eat.

Continue My Assaulting!

[6] Murder Oak, in his bloodlust typical of the werebeasts, murder his way in the tavern. The sweet taste of blood, how he has longed for it. "More ! I need more !" he claims.
His human body begins to twist. But he don't care, all he cares for is blood.
His body grows and cracks, a tooth becomes a tusk, and his nose becomes a trunk. Yet he still doesn't care.
Somehow corrupted by the carnage and the insanity, Murder Oak is now locked in a partial transformation, half-elephant-man and half-human. His eyes glows scarlet. His pulsating veins glows red. Now you will know why you fear the night.