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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: Shadytorments, a Masterwork DF Community Fort
« on: May 15, 2012, 09:30:59 am »
From the Journals of 'Sir', 14th Felsite, 103
That was fuckin awesome. Our military is brutally effective, even though some our soldiers have... strange ideas about combat tactics. Like Wypie here:

I have to admit, it works and all, but still, what the fuck? Also, who brought in that mithril javelin thrower? I didn't know we had that. I think that's going to be melted down, if I ever get my hands on it. The escort was successful, all of the migrants made it in alive, and another batch of zombies were killed. Unfortunately, we've lost a novice wrestler in the process (and a few pet turtles, but I couldn't give less of a fuck), and quite a few of our capable soldiers are injured. This includes the captain of the guard, my wife, and somehow, Freya and Silus. Turns out even they are not completely invincible - the ogres had a few lucky shots before they hacked the creatures to a bloody mess. Even Meph has somehow managed to take a beating, I suppose that happened when she dragged an injured soldier back to the fort. Oh well, all in all, a pretty lucrative operation. At least now I have some decent company, here at the hospital.

Also, the outside looks pretty grim.

When we FINALLY get this undead problem sorted out, we're gonna have a nice supply of bones... Also, I'm a little worried about undead ogres. Maybe Mephs' stupid idea is not completely stupid?
6th Hematite, 103
-Sir!
-What is it, sport?
-Important news, Sir... it's dolomite. We've found a huge supply of dolomite while digging out the new bedrooms.
-So?
-Sir... dolomite is flux material.
-That's nice and all, but how much iron do we have again?
-Seven bars, Sir.
-See. Doesn't matter if we have a shit-ton of flux if we still don't have iron. Good news by the way, thank you. Dismissed.
From the Journals of 'Sir', 16th Hematite, 103
We're running out of barrels, and don't have any wood to make more. There are only a few dark strangler bodies and bodyparts out there, but most of our capable militia is in here with me, at the hospital. If only one of us was with them, I would be sure our boys could take on what's left of the bastards, but this way... it's risky.
From the Journals of 'Sir', 20th Hematite, 103

You know what? Fuck that guy.
(Noted, you'll get your new dwarf soonish. I have a few fairly important things to take care of before that.)
That was fuckin awesome. Our military is brutally effective, even though some our soldiers have... strange ideas about combat tactics. Like Wypie here:

I have to admit, it works and all, but still, what the fuck? Also, who brought in that mithril javelin thrower? I didn't know we had that. I think that's going to be melted down, if I ever get my hands on it. The escort was successful, all of the migrants made it in alive, and another batch of zombies were killed. Unfortunately, we've lost a novice wrestler in the process (and a few pet turtles, but I couldn't give less of a fuck), and quite a few of our capable soldiers are injured. This includes the captain of the guard, my wife, and somehow, Freya and Silus. Turns out even they are not completely invincible - the ogres had a few lucky shots before they hacked the creatures to a bloody mess. Even Meph has somehow managed to take a beating, I suppose that happened when she dragged an injured soldier back to the fort. Oh well, all in all, a pretty lucrative operation. At least now I have some decent company, here at the hospital.

Also, the outside looks pretty grim.

When we FINALLY get this undead problem sorted out, we're gonna have a nice supply of bones... Also, I'm a little worried about undead ogres. Maybe Mephs' stupid idea is not completely stupid?
6th Hematite, 103
-Sir!
-What is it, sport?
-Important news, Sir... it's dolomite. We've found a huge supply of dolomite while digging out the new bedrooms.
-So?
-Sir... dolomite is flux material.
-That's nice and all, but how much iron do we have again?
-Seven bars, Sir.
-See. Doesn't matter if we have a shit-ton of flux if we still don't have iron. Good news by the way, thank you. Dismissed.
From the Journals of 'Sir', 16th Hematite, 103
We're running out of barrels, and don't have any wood to make more. There are only a few dark strangler bodies and bodyparts out there, but most of our capable militia is in here with me, at the hospital. If only one of us was with them, I would be sure our boys could take on what's left of the bastards, but this way... it's risky.
From the Journals of 'Sir', 20th Hematite, 103

You know what? Fuck that guy.
(Noted, you'll get your new dwarf soonish. I have a few fairly important things to take care of before that.)



















