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Bah, stupid insomnia.
I have updated and fixed most of the links, as well as added the BoTG pages. Once BoTG V rolls around I'm probably going to need to put them in their own section or something...

As always, I take suggestions still to add to the list. If you find a story, or write one, that you feel is good enough to be added to the list of legendaries feel free to mention it and I will give it a look over.

Devath, I'll read through Questionable Ethics. It's an AlanL story, so it's almost certainly of good enough quality. However, I need to check it first.

I'm going to lobby to Toady to sticky this, merely because so many people have suggested as such and we now have the capability. Please do not take this as a request to annoy or irritate our awesome host. (although he might like being bugged... terrible I know.) He is normally very quick about answering his private messages and important threads, so I know he'll be quick to give his say-so about the matter.

Much awesomeness and peace.

~Jami

P.S. w00t! 50th post!

I probably should update this sometime soon.

I'll look into it tomorrow, after sleeping.

Thanks for the support people. ^^

10th Malachite
The traders have finished there visit to our village, and have begun to pack up.

15th Malachite
A trader named Len Belroksamo ran into a kobold thief at the edge of the village today. His guard dispatched the beast, but not before the little demonspawn slashed out his throat. the humans kept muttering something about "inadequet protection."

16th Malachite

Sarek II Eshan has become an adult today. Joy of joys! She's offered to help her father with the loom.

22nd Malachite
Vicarrah's thirteenth is today. YAY! I've assigned her to helping Mulch and I with masonry and stone detailing.

1st Limestone

Today Glacies came into camp with the corpse of a hairy humaniod covered in snow. at first we thoguht she had hunted a very hairy human, but she later corrected us saying that it was a saqsuatch. The demons of the mountaintops!
Of course, there are no such things as sasquatches.
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She must have killed a monkey.


yeah, a monkey...

Sometimes they dig a cold, watery death for themselves when all you wanted was a well.

9th Felsite

"A Nema Demuk Re!"

Rikkir and Ukat sat on the top of the depot, a malicious grin on their old wizened faces as the young elf's head snapped about and began to slink on the ground like a dog, his long nose pausing every few feet to sniff the cold ground. Behind him his coat has slipped from his frame, thick mud streaked along the once-fine red garment from a long drag through the mud. He stopped as he passed one of his companions, a narrower female slumped against the green-flecked walls. She was unresponsive, ignoring him as he brought his face a finger's width away from her breast. A soft, catlike purring came from the back of his throat as he eyed her form up and down, before he removed his left sock and shoe, placing the former upon her head and giggling inanely while the latter lay in the thick mud on the ground. Behind him, a second elven woman raced from across the enclosure and grabbed the dirty shoe shoe and placing the oversized item over her left foot before grabbing the male's other leg and collecting the second directly from the source, dumping it's owner to the ground clumsily.

"Mebit yon, Grafififi yip nu?" the male asked, his surprisingly calm voice in a sharp contrast to the wild look in his eyes as he turned his upper body around to see his captor, "Ne ip nor, IP NOR!"

The female ignored him, instead tugging free the cloak around the shoulders of the unresponsive woman. Then she turned once more and began walking the inner perimeter of the wall, counting the stones backwards in common from thirty-two.

On the far side of the enclosure two more males sat, their eyes dark and sullen as they watched the exchange. The taller of the two, a shock of black hair over a slightly chubby face with a small discolored patch under the right eye, mumbled something to the donkey over his shoulder. The animal bent it's head down as he spoke, nosing it's master's ear gently when he finished in response. His compaion hadn't said a word at all, so lost was he in meloncholy that nothing could pull him out of it.

Back outside of the depot Pete called out to the two women, his face joyful as he listened to the mad babbling of the two mad elves on the other side of the wall. He quickly climbed the ladder on the side of the building, tapping Rikkir on the shoulder to avoid startling her, "Should we open up now?"

The Priestess took a brief look into the holding pen before standing. Smoothing her trousers and adjusting the idol around her neck. Behind her Ukat did the same, her knees cracking from a long period of immobility spent watching the elves. "Yeah, let them go now and get their stuff. I'll take care of...Glacies." Pete flinched as the name was spoken, but he nodded as the clear eyes met his and decended.

With agility unfettered by her age Rikkir followed Pete down the ladder, marching away as the rest of Ulolgeshud gathered around the exit to the depot to watch, or taunt, the mad elves. Purposefully she walked down the long row of smallhouses until she reached one that had an orange glow slipping under the base of the door. As she moved the key towards the lock she heard a faint scritching. The sound of charcoal moving rapidly over a large surface. As the key clicked in the lock, the writing stopped.

Gently Rikkir leaned into the room, her voice sickeningly sweet as she peered into the dark room. "Glacies, it's time."

At first the dwarf in the room did not move. Her silhouette a black statue carved into the wall. Then, slowly, the younger dwarf walked towards the light. One hand was lifted to her eyes to ward the glare of the sun as she approached the exit. As she approached, Rikkir extended a hand, "Come child, let's go and talk now. The elves are now harmless, and we have much to discuss."

Glacies stopped short of the hand, her own falling from her eyes as she acclimated to the glare. Then she slapped aside the hand, forcefully brushing past the leader of Ulolgeshud and marching south. The crossbow on her back rattling from her anger.


14th Hematite, 1067 - Rikkir's Log

Today a caravan from Onuthpesor, The Venerable Confederacies, arrived.

I was surprised that Atir had not returned with his own group. But these humans seem amiable enough. Perhaps he was delayed, or the profit he had returned with was not great enough to warrent a return trip It is a shame, for I somewhat liked the strange man. My only wish is that nothing bad had occurred to him on his trip back home.

Glacies arrived back in town just a few hours ago and has been talking with the traders since her arrival.

Caged dwarves are still effected by hunger and thirst.
 
The bug where ordering a caged animal to be sold at the depot causing instant release from the cage they are in makes it very hard to sell them as well. The reason you didn't see the cage is because you have another cage of the same material/decoration status. If you want to see his specific cage hit X when you are in the build cage menu and look for a dwarf cage there. You will be able to build it and let him out, provided he is still alive.
 
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Don't look at me like that, I didn't try to make a fortress where most of the dwarves were sold back to the mountainhomes at exhorberant prices. No, seriously, stop looking!

The guys sticking body parts into the mouths of crocodiles/pythons deserved every bit of the pain from it. Stupidity on that scale is just begging to be punished.
 
I laughed very hard at the Orca jumping on the Kiack (or however you spell it), this was immediatly followed by, "Oh wow, was he ok afterwards?"