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There is indeed a 5x5 regular stockpile just below the catapult. All Taup Caudata has to do is duck down the stairs and grab a rock.

the terror a goblin would experience as a giant, frantically flapping bird swooped erratically down on him, a screaming, hiccuping booze-bloated midget toppling from its back to crush aforementioned goblin into gobbo paste

paging bitterhorn... I think we need an engraving of this

invasion off stops them, or take babysnatcher off goblins. I think in that case you would get caravans. As far as I'm aware invasions off also stops FBs and the like, so maybe modding goblins to be friendly (or take them out completely) is your thing to do.

Site visitors like sieges are generated randomly so it doesn't matter if there are hardly any goblins left in the civ, you can still get huge sieges.

If all dwarves are extinct you can't play fortress mode as them, so yeah, just go for one dead civ.

Unless you can always keep your pop below 20, in a resource poor game you may find yourself losing dwarves to moods because you can't get/trade for the stuff they want. Just be aware of that.

[funny thing about that, TapeNoot...]



"Oh gods, yes," Taup Caudata said. "Excuse me." He jumped down from the wall and ran to the ramp, disappearing belowground. I shrugged.



One of the elven horses was lame, or carrying a heavy load--at any rate, it was moving much slower than the rest. I leaned anxiously over the ramparts, gauging the merchant's progress. The goblins were getting too close for comfort...

To hell with it. "Close the gates!"



"Close the damn gates right now!"

The lame horse stumbled over the sandstone bridge into Soaplanterns' walled enclosure, a pair of mounted goblins only yards behind, furiously goading on their cave crawlers. With a clunk, all three bridges of Soaplanterns rose. Some mounts made it in and onto the cage traps; their riders fell off. Two free hammergoblins got gingerly to their feet and glanced around, realizing they were now trapped in the empty gatehouse.

"Your friends are below," I said to the frightened elf. "I suggest you join them."

One of the mounted goblins pulled his monster to a spinning, squealing halt in front of the gate. The other cave crawler riders clustered close about him, guarding him.

"Dwarves!" he shouted in a strong, harshly accented voice. "Give us the elves!"

"That one's not armed, look," Lafiel said.



"You hear!" the goblin shouted. "Give the elves to us! Or we will kill you!"













"Good girl, Bessie," Taup Caudata said, patting the catapult.







Eleven levels below ground...



My new office down in the phyllite layer was much roomier. I invited Nevyn, Endok, Dr Kosotham and Peregarrett in for an emergency meeting; I would have asked Taup Caudata, but he was having too much fun with Bessie.

"All right, let's talk," I said. "Who is Atu Smunstustran? Dr Kosotham, do you know?"

"Unfortunately, yes," the doctor said.



"...Twinklewitch?"

"That's the Dark Tower to the east. Apparently it sounds a bit better in goblin: Todosta. Anyway, this gentleman is... well, a hero. As brave a goblin as you could imagine. He's the reason they've got those wild cave crawler mounts--nobody else has ever tamed one. Certainly not to ride."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Endok turned round and opened it, revealing a stooped, gangling form.

"Will you trade with us now?" the elf said.

Greedy tree-huggers! "Don't you think this is a bit of an awkward time?" I said angrily.

"Listen," the elf said. "You must listen. Liebiles has come to us many times, at first with promises, then with gold, then with threats. He has his cave crawlers, but they are not enough for him. We knew all too well that if he gained command of the skies, nobody could stand against him--so we refused him. And now at last he attacks, trying to take by force what he could not win by words. Come up and trade with us, dwarf. We were bringing her to our Queen, as a gift, but we will give her to you freely now, if you save us from him."

"Give... what are you on about?"

>implying I'm going to fight this out with nine melee dwarves

[Butchering sentients?? That's elvish. No.]



Madushkubuk





we see you Madushkubuk





are you there





are you listening




are you


are you listening?"

"Huh?" I said.

Dr Kosotham peered at me. "Gods' mercy, Zephyr, you look awful. Have you been sleeping lately? When's the last time you made some soap?"

"Oh. Uh... I don't know. I haven't... I had a... funny dream."

"What about?"

"I... I don't remember." The fog cleared. "What day is it?"

"Good grief. It's the fourth of Granite. Go and get yourself cleaned up and make some soap, for Datan's sake."


Soap. Yes. Soap. Hadn't I done something about that? Oh, yes...

I got up from the table and wandered over to the area I'd marked for digging late last year.



"Hey! Why've you left all those bits?"

"It's wet, Mr Madushkubuk," said Rovod, the miner I'd relinquished my old pick to. "I'm sure it's part of the aquifer. We dig that out, the place'll flood."

"Oh. Well, we don't want that." Damnation, that was supposed to be my soap stockpile. Oh well, it would just have to be a funny shape now.

26th Obsidian

TwangSNAP

"Ambush!" called Katana.

A goblin lasher had walked into the gatehouse cage trap. The marksdwarves scrambled to the ramparts as the rest of the Crystalline Oceans hurried to join Katana and Zon. Another lasher hit a trap moments after; four were left, making their way around the walls from the east.



The marksdwarves scrambled to the ramparts as the Crystalline Oceans hurried to the gatehouse. This felt almost routine by now.



"I like it better when they can't shoot back," Endok remarked.

Two goblins were down, moaning in agony. The remaining two ran, keeping their heads down. The Crystalline Oceans sauntered out casually to finish off the wounded.

"Ambush!" shouted marksdwarf Feb Otussazir. "Nevyn! Zon! There are more of them! Bowmen! Look out!"

"Back! Back inside unless you want to catch a bolt!"

Reluctantly the melee dwarves retreated back into the fort. The bridge creaked closed. The cursing goblins were shut outside. The bowmen raised their bows and fired, aiming at the fortifications, but their arrows rattled off harmlessly. A volley of bolts answered them.



"Woohoo!" mideg celebrated. "Headshot! Didja see that?"

"Nice," Lafiel agreed. "Hey, they're retreating."

"No they're not! Fourth wave!" Tulon, the young dwarf who had lost her mother earlier in the year, had gone up on the wall to collect stray bolts, and spotted a group of hammergoblins creeping round the base of the west wall.

"West wall!" Endok shouted. "Lafiel, get over there! We'll cover the gate!"

A wounded lasher stumbled around the edge of the wall, clutching at her bleeding leg. The hammergoblins halted in shock. The lasher spoke a few quick words in goblin, gesturing up at the walls of Soaplanterns. After a moment, the lead hammergoblin nodded curtly and made a hand signal. The squad scattered and ran, offering a poorer target for the marksdwarves.



In a few more moments they were out of range of the marksdwarves' bows. Soaplanterns had two more caged goblin prisoners.

It was the 4th of Granite, 205.

Dwarfing requests

I don't want to get behind or miss anybody. Have now unofficially dwarfed the following: Justicedwarf (not yet COTG but have acquired no-quality training sword for him), Andal (lye maker), Tannen (expert cook), Keltik (soapmaker). I think there was someone else who wanted to be a speardwarf, but the only unclaimed dwarf with spear ability is a female (Logem Rulushsodel, talented). If that person would like to claim said dwarf please post with name. Otherwise you'll have to wait for a lucky migrant wave.