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DF Adventure Mode Discussion / Re: What's going on in your adventure?
« on: January 09, 2013, 08:54:09 am »
I may or may not have inadvertently caused a zombie apocalypse in my world.
It all started when as my vampire/necromancer dwarf I decided I had enough of looking around in the sewers and packed my things up and left. As it turns out, the territory I was walking through happend to belong to a goblin civilization that hated my guts. Several times throughout my journey I was ambushed by increasingly large bands of them. I defeated them all, of course, and used their corpses to swell the ranks of my undead army. By the time the ambushes progressed to the point where I was surrounded by squares containing five or more goblins per tile I decided that it might be a good time to retire.
Unfortunately, a river stood between me and the nearest human village. Now while my dwarf was at least an adequate swimmer, my undead compatriots had yet to master the finer parts of the doggy paddle. So while I was on the opposite bank in two seconds flat, my screen was flooded with messages of floundering zombies. Because I didn't become a vampiric necromancer through being a kind and benevolent gentledwarf, I abandoned them to their fates and retired in relative comfort.
Cut to my current adventurer, a human pikeman out to assassinate a certain kobold, and I come across a zombie. A zombie on its own is cause for alarm, but this one was also flashing in the same way important figures flash. I wrote down its name, dispatched it, and promised to look it up as soon as my adventurer retired or died. Fortunately, I encountered a werelizard and was soon mauled like a tomato in a slapchop.
Here comes the amazing part: that zombie I saw was one of the many zombies that was part of my dwarf's horde. Most puzzling of all is the fact this adventurer was on an entirely different continent than the one my dwarf was on. The only way to this continent is to either go through the ocean or to go all the way around and cross an isthmus that may or may not exist. It is either a harmless quirk or something truly catastrophic has happend and my horde of zombies is loose upon the world and wreaking havoc.
As usual, I will be off doing my own thing while I hope this whole crisis sorts itself out.
Edit: After a quick check of the historical maps, I found out two things. One, the two continents I mentioned are completely cut off from each other. Two, the kobolds are freaking everywhere on my most recent adventurer's continent. Everywhere I go there are camps filled with murderous kobolds. Not even small groups like your average bandits, but around 20 or so.
It all started when as my vampire/necromancer dwarf I decided I had enough of looking around in the sewers and packed my things up and left. As it turns out, the territory I was walking through happend to belong to a goblin civilization that hated my guts. Several times throughout my journey I was ambushed by increasingly large bands of them. I defeated them all, of course, and used their corpses to swell the ranks of my undead army. By the time the ambushes progressed to the point where I was surrounded by squares containing five or more goblins per tile I decided that it might be a good time to retire.
Unfortunately, a river stood between me and the nearest human village. Now while my dwarf was at least an adequate swimmer, my undead compatriots had yet to master the finer parts of the doggy paddle. So while I was on the opposite bank in two seconds flat, my screen was flooded with messages of floundering zombies. Because I didn't become a vampiric necromancer through being a kind and benevolent gentledwarf, I abandoned them to their fates and retired in relative comfort.
Cut to my current adventurer, a human pikeman out to assassinate a certain kobold, and I come across a zombie. A zombie on its own is cause for alarm, but this one was also flashing in the same way important figures flash. I wrote down its name, dispatched it, and promised to look it up as soon as my adventurer retired or died. Fortunately, I encountered a werelizard and was soon mauled like a tomato in a slapchop.
Here comes the amazing part: that zombie I saw was one of the many zombies that was part of my dwarf's horde. Most puzzling of all is the fact this adventurer was on an entirely different continent than the one my dwarf was on. The only way to this continent is to either go through the ocean or to go all the way around and cross an isthmus that may or may not exist. It is either a harmless quirk or something truly catastrophic has happend and my horde of zombies is loose upon the world and wreaking havoc.
As usual, I will be off doing my own thing while I hope this whole crisis sorts itself out.
Edit: After a quick check of the historical maps, I found out two things. One, the two continents I mentioned are completely cut off from each other. Two, the kobolds are freaking everywhere on my most recent adventurer's continent. Everywhere I go there are camps filled with murderous kobolds. Not even small groups like your average bandits, but around 20 or so.