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Yeah CJ! Kill us all! 

Wait, what?

Also, based on the mortality rate, what's the time I'd have to wait to get into this? It sounds almost as hilarious as being the God of Caves!

Ironblood's cabinet, that's a lot of Elf bowmen!

I say make the cave forest into a maze, where their numbers and archers will be useless! Meanwhile, have the new followers and the titan gather rocks and wood, and begin making spears and such for your followers. After that, gather some boulders (none too large for the Titan to move) and use them to disguise the entrance to your cave. Leave only a little hole at the top for the Titan to peer through for new followers.

Even your godless airplane needs energy from somewhere!

Kogan sat there, waiting to wake up...

Kogan, I thought I told you t' read my journal!

But pappy, I'm still unconscious, I can't yet.

Do you really think that I can come back from the dead and have a conversation with you, but you can't read a book while asleep? You're thicker than yer father was! Now get ta readin', boy!

Ironblood's crumpets, he's insufferable. Let's see what we've got here.

"Well, we had nowhere to go now. We struck into the rock about 4:00 AM last month, and we now occupy the fortress Winddimples. God knows who let Takoth name it, but whatever. We've got most of the monkeys guarding the entrance, and Kikroth is trying to train the others into a fighting force. It hasn't gone well, to say the least.

We were blessed the other day, running into both an underground river and a gold vein. We've decided to set up the well first, and are collecting charcoal for the metal needed.

...(2 weeks later, date unrecorded)
Wagon died today. We heard a pack of lions attacking the poor thing in the night. Went out this morning to try to find it, and nothing. No blood or organs whatsoever. Just some logs. Those Armok-forsaken creatures never did sit right with me. Either way, we're either blessed or cursed now, because the Dwarfen caravan arrived. About 10 migrants came with it, and a kobold. The little things're adorable, but cuteness doesn't save you when you try to steal my hand-crafted tables."

Gods... maybe I could just skip to the--

I said read, dammit!

Thoughts of Kogan

Well, this pretty much sucks royally. I'm out cold, and as far as I saw the others are as well.

That ain't even th' wurst part!

Pappy Oldd Truebasements??

In the flesh! Or, rather, in the intangible spirit essence of your mind. Doesn't really matter, though, does it? The point is that I'm here, and you should appreciate that. I remember back in the days of no-sky when a great-grandson would be happy to see his ol' pappy back from the dead, but seems that's not the case here--

SHUT UP, pappy! I'm glad to see you, but I assume you have more to do than just shout at me until I wake up.

Well, I guess there is a little sense left in the Dwarfs o' this day 'n' age. First off, I'm here to tell you a little story. 'Bout 4 years afore you were born, my poor wife Helga died, see, and a Dwarf has... needs.

But I thought Dwarfs never remarried?

Only the stupid ones don't, Kogan. Remember that. Either way, I met this pretty young thing named Kikthet. About a month later, I got the worst news an unmarried Dwarf can hear, and split it. 'Bout 9 months later, a little new baby Dwarf was crawling around Winddimples. See, the mother was taken by a mood at the time, and wasn't all in the head. Apparently she saw a vision of the poor babe doing nothing too great besides killing a lot, so she named the thing... "WorkerDrone"

!... What are you saying.

Kogan, WorderDrone is your FATHER!...

Oh, wait, messed that up. Basically, he's a distant cousin of yours.

That's not true! That's impossibl-

HEY! I'm the only one here that's allowed t' make movie references! Y ain't earned that right yet! What I'm trying to say, Kogan, is that WorkerDrone might, I repeat MIGHT--that Kikthet was some slut--share the Truebasements blood, which would explain his combat skill. But regardless, that doesn't matter, since you have a greater fate. You have no reason to be jealous of the lad, because when I died I saw something fantastic. Kogan, you WILL reclaim Winddimples!

Really?

Just keep readin' ma journal, lad, and you'll find out everything ya need.

Will I ever see you again?

Maybe. Depends on whether 'r not Armok decides to mess with the mortals again. Just read my journal kid.

Two Bronze Colossi Swordmasters dueling to the death, obviously. Nothing quite as good as two of the most powerful creatures in the game going at it WITH WEAPONS.

Indeed. After seeing the damage one BC could cause, I actually made a CIV of them. Obviously, it's not a breeding civ. That'd be too great. Instead, I've 100-pop BC civs engaging anyone they find worthy to utterly destroy. Actually considering making a Megabeast civ mod for myself.

To the response to the comment made about Oldd Truebasement's journal entry that Kogan read, I wasn't referencing that. An idea sprung into my head to write a little backstory to the original founder of Winddimples, shed a little light on the ancestry of Kogan. Considering this was 300 or so years ago, I plan to make references to old DF stuff, and anything else coming into my head (in that case, it was more dakka.) Regardless.


Kogan's Journal

They're gone. Every Dwarf in the mountainhomes is dead. The sounds stopped early this morning, and I threw the gem away. There was no point in holding such a grim momento. I would sacrifice myself to Armok for a map right now. I have an unshakable feeling that we're within proximity to Winddimples, I feel it in my bones. If only I could confirm it, we could take shelter there! Maybe my great-grandfather's journal holds more info on its location...

"With the elf dead, the Human Dusk Witheredspoons and I headed back to that blasted surface-town of his. We done went into the tavern, but the mayor was nowhere t' be seen. But soon enough, we done heard the clanging of metal an' wood, and we ran to aid whoever might need it.

A course, it was an unsolvable situation. These humans here had been fighting the elfs for centuries, now, and they'd taken their share of prisoners. In fact, the elfs outnumbered the humans at this point, and they'd decided it was time that they rebelled. Hundreds of the pointy ears were outside the keep, beating the last few guards to a pulp. Witheredspoons and I knew that the only way to get to the mayor--and complete our quest--was to fight through the bastards. We hacked our way through many of 'em, but it was too good. One of them lost his arms, started biting my poor buddy. But soon enough, we got in, and the soldiers barred the door behind us. We found the mayor crying in a corner, only telling us we was "champions" before returning to his weeping. Some bull about "deep drums" somethin'-or-other. Smoke and shadow my ass.

Either way, Dusk had once been the captain of the military here, and knew a back door. We went through the guards, got ourselves 3 crossbowman, 2 swordsman to accompany us. Back when I retired here a decade ago, my old pal Urist (the one that killed the vampire, not the one we left by the elephants) was still here, and her axe proved useful. We even found an elf bowmen to join us in our little escape. We got out just as the Elfs got in. Something I'm not quite sure of hit me in the back on our way out. Mighta been the mayor's toe..."