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Sea serpents are BIG. That head is probably bigger than your entire character. Try cutting some smaller bits, to make it bleed out.

Just avoid tombs.

1. Sensible.

2. Fairly sensible, although platinum has been seen as a "one-up" over gold for a while in fantasy (see: D&D).

3. Why should platinum be worth less than gold? Not only does it go against popular conception, which is more important than youd think, there really isn't any reason to make platinum worth less than gold. After all, it's about as useful.

...What wold that do to help? Or at all? Would there then be only one emperor, in the entire world? Somehow I'm not sure about that...Maybe you mean one per entity, which already exists as a different tag?

Have you considered importing actual elephants (removing the grazer tag so as to allow them to not die), and using only their soap (or that of their calves) to make the elephant?

Which will, of course, be a...WHITE elephant.

Once upon a time, when I still dwelt in the slums and ghettos of various gaming forums in search for a true sandbox, I discovered a place called TV Tropes. After stumbling through the dizzying archives and midden heaps of the land for weeks, I decided to leave. But that's when I heard whispers of a grand land from a fellow lost soul. A place where anything was possible, yet had no fees nor toll to pay for entrance. A true land of no illusions, yet of the most concrete truths.
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So how did you get here? I made the journey pretty much alone, and with an online written guide.

Very similar to yours, although I spent a while reading the wiki and forums before actually downloading.
TV Tropes is like a recruiting ground for DF. Or maybe a gateways. If the latter, it also seems to be a gateway to Cracked.
(Andother things, but they haven't consumed as much of my time.)

Ironically the clothier  had troll fur clothes on it looks like he made himself his own clothes.

What's more, they're made out of some troll's fur. I can imagine an underground troll clothier; poor, downtrodden trolls sell their fur to the clothier, despite knowing that they will be beaten by their goblin masters, in exchange for a few coins with which to pay for their vice of choice, or maybe to save up for something better. The fur is then woven into cloth, and the cloth transformed into wonderful garments and such before being sold to goblins or well-off/frugal trolls. There is also a side business in leather garments from customers who didn't pay their debts...

What part of "actually appeared" do you not understand?

I think stuff like this happens with dwarves, too. Something with historical traders. See if it always happens, and if so post the raws for the creature and entity.