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The main issues in order of importance seem to be:

1. The fortress isn't really all that special. (It's only special to bronies; viewed objectively, it's just another fortress.)
2. There's a lot of RPing at the end of the thread that is really just making things a cluttered mess.
3. The mod, like the fortress, is nothing all that special, except to bronies.

I'm not going to vote on it either way as 1: I haven't read it, because 2: I don't like MLP:FiM - or at least how rabid the fanbase is, I don't really care much about the show - so I'm not going to upvote it and my downvote would be biased - don't like the subject material, haven't read the thread - and therefore unfair.

I'm not part of that, sir.

   “GO!  GO!”  Kyle sprinted down the hallway, swinging his maul at any unfortunate dwarves who managed to suicide into him.  Only the fastest remained, more than half of his party drowning in the hall.  He only had a thought about Zeon’s forces before the invader to the left of him died.

   Bolts from the left, from the right, another split in the hallways.  He took a right, seeing the end where the other part met.  But that didn’t mean the bolts stopped.  They hammered into his thick armor, pounding like the headache he had right now.  Sweat poured down his skin, but his hopes vanished in an instant as the gate slammed closed right in front of him.

   He could see through the holes though the main defenses, where the parts from the ocean and the land met.  It was beautiful to the point of tears, his chest heaving with exhaustion.

   He was surprised when what he heard break the silence in his mind was an eerie war cry rather than an arrow to his neck.  The relentless chant of doom.  It was a goblin’s voice.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

Then thousands joined in, the halls shaking and the echoes rebounding off the walls.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

   They were charging towards the keep, the stronghold of the dwarvern defense.  Only a few more lasted behind that before they finally made it to the main hall, which lead to King’s room along with the residential areas.

   However, that was based off of legends from over a thousand years ago.  He didn’t know it, but much had changed since then.  The lava trap that had caught Zeon was not in the writings, and there was much more ahead.  The old king’s chamber was now the Baron’s chamber, the lowest position possible for a noble.

   A war cry from the dwarves interrupted his thoughts.  People were fleeing back from the middle section down staircases, pulling back.

   That meant there was another entrance, and the dwarves had much more mobility with their troops than he did, since they could go from place to place almost unseen, but certainly not unheard.

   A few humans caught up with him, and they began to slam down the gate with all of their strength.  A temporary alliance with the goblins would be necessary. 

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   “Block that fucking gate!”  The dwarves sprinted forward, sheathing their weapons to fortify the blocked gate.  They piled any rubble nearby, and civilians were told to bring boulders from the depths.  The crossbowdwarves remained however, firing relentlessly into the crowd of goblins, who were bashing on the gate with their weapons uselessly.

   It should have been cheerful.  The enemies were dying, right?  But it wasn’t.  There was a mist of blood in the air, and the smell of the dead filled every inch of the air, sickening the fighters.  Soldiers on both sides vomited, but the weaker goblins were killed by their own when they let their guts up.  More of a sacrifice to Armok anyways. 

   He thought about that as he watched the fight, holding the old champions axe in his hand, feeling it.  It seemed weightless until he swung it, allowing him to throw it in the air then catch it repeatedly. 

   How could they carry on without fear?  Every time it seemed like he killed one three flowed in from the hall.  Thousands died, and he was actually starting to worry that the bodies would pile so high that they would gain a ramp to enter with.  Stories of the survivors back at the canal said they actually did make a ramp out of the bodies, but Karakzon put it off as exaggeration.

   They were, right?  Maybe their army was fearless, maybe they were strong, innumerable, able to flood the world simply out of mass, but he could not believe what he heard.  He heard that they killed themselves in the explosion, not even backing down.  He heard they made a ramp from dead corpses of both comrades and foes.  He heard that they fought for Armok, the God of Blood.  He heard that their sole purpose was to spill it everywhere.

He didn’t believe what his own ears heard.

LOL.

Then what do you yell for your battlecry?

Downvoting "My Little Fortress: Glitterglen".  While it's an interesting tale, a massive RP occurance featuring My Little Pony-themed characters doesn't seem to fit the theme of things that new players absolutely SHOULD see when being introduced to dwarf fortress, nor does it seem to fit (in my opinion), seeing as it doesn't involve dwarves themselves.

That is an awully good point.

Also, the massive RP is annoying at the end.  It is the most replied to thread on these forums.

Downvoting.

Integrated 3D graphics are frequently suggested.  Please search before posting.

Fookerchief, the unoffical moderator.

But seriously, this has been so overly suggested it gets annoying.  Give the poor amphibian a break!

Oh wow, the cinematics have just gotten MOAR amazing

  Now remember, you have reinforcements inbound.

However the dwarves had found light blue stuff 

   Zeon Was at the end of the line, a little too literally for his liking.  He held on, the rope starting to fray with the weight of many.  His horse dodged the lava and went straight into the abyss.  No one heard anything from it.  It was too far down.  He gripped tighter on to the rope.  More pieces of thread came out.  Then he heard someone yell that the lava had stopped pouring out. 

   He didn’t know it, but a part of a soldier that Karakzon cut off had hit the lever back to the off position.  A little bit too lucky for him, but he wouldn’t have an empire at his control if he wasn’t at least mildly lucky.  He had been through worse than this.

   “So we have to wait an hour for the lava to cool?  Are you kidding me?”  He yelled this to his nearest officer.  When the reply was positive, Zeon told everyone to shut up, relax, and move as little as possible. 

   Everyone complied.  There was no dissent.  Then minutes went by with no event.  Soon half an hour was over.  But something had to disturb the peace.  Zeon knew luck had a price.

   A wounded man dropped off, unable to hold on any longer.  Everyone began to scream, the echoes pouring through the gorge.  No one heard Zeon to shut up, even though he was yelling at the top of his lungs.  Another man gave up on life, his armor shinning as he fell.  No one heard the eerie snap of bones, or the splash of lava.  In some way, that was more scary.

   And more inviting.  Somehow it started to edge at the ends of his conscious that perhaps it was fine down there, and that the people down there were yelling for the army to join them.  Perhaps they had just landed comfortably in water, and......

   His grip loosened.  Perhaps.....  “It’s starting to turn darker!  Yay!”

Zeon was annoyed, but a new strength filled his arms.  One for survival.

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   The portcullis were weakening with every hit.  Archers fired at each other from both sides, the distraction giving the trolls the perfect opportunity to give the gates a final bash in.  Everyone who didn’t run in as soon as the gates were down was stampeded over in a frenzy of blood.

   Amud sprinted forward, wielding the commanders sword.  It had gone through so much, over hundreds of years, that the weapon had received a name.  It was called Blade, and was handed down from prime commander to prime commander every generation.  It was called that name because it was the only sword with a perfectly refined blade in existence, sharp as possible, some saying even more sharp than that.  It was stolen from the dwarves of Goldenhold a few thousand years back while the king was out on an envoy.

   He noticed the dwarves were once again gathering heavy infantry, and he couldn’t wait on the trolls to lumber forward in order to squash them.  He yelled out a battlecry as he ran foreword, straight into the dwarf line, striking fear into their hearts and making them waver.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

   The rest of his troops recanted that, a horrible sound of screeches and howls.  Then they all added, “May Armok drink your blood forever!”  He slashed open the shield of a dwarf, cutting it clean in two.  The dwarvern steel shined as it fell, only for it’s wielder to give off a look of terror as he found the Blade in his chest, torn out as soon as it entered.  Blood spilled the ground and splashed everywhere, pools forming as the fight went on.  Ikled sprinted to his next enemy, sliding in the blood to a stop.  The dwarf didn’t even feel the Blade in his neck, dying before he even hit the bloodied flooring.

   Soon the lines were crushed, the bodies of both sides piled into a ramp against the bridge that originally held the portcullis.  The goblins charged up it, their feet burying themselves into the bodies of the dead.

   The dwarvern officer had a look of surprise at the way the goblins did things, having no respect for the dead.  Bones crushed under the weight of those stampeding over them.  Of course he had heard rumors of their brutality and bloodlust, but nothing like this.  Some tripped while on the corpses, and after a few people running over the unfortunate goblins, they joined the pile, part of the ramp to victory.

   They poured in, attacking the battlements from the hallways.  The helpless crossbowdwarves were quickly routed, Ikled ordering their bodies to be thrown into the water to make a bridge over the canal. 

   One dwarf tried to fake his death though.  Amud had special treatment for cowards.  After kicking the dwarf, “GET UP YOU COWARD!”  He stood, shaking all over.  Amud took out his dagger, cutting off the cheeks of the dwarf, then moving to the fingers one by one as other goblins held him.  To the invaders, he was just a screaming body without a soul. 

   After they let his body drain of blood, they threw it in the river for it to join the other corpses.  Then they started banging on the doors that made the battlements access the fortress.  By taking the short cut, they thought there would be less traps in the way.

   Actually, there were no traps left.  They had not been expecting a seaside invasion, because one had never occurred.  As they slammed down the door, they saw the last gate that accessed both the sea and the land.  Archers shot from holes down on them, taking hundreds of casualties.

Karakzon was trapped with those warding off the humans.  Amud decided to help them a bit.  Kyle would be doing much better with the help of the other party.