Several events happened in a ridiculously short period of time:
First FB arrived: A giant quadraped made of vomit with deadly spittle. Luckily it can't fly or swim and it seems to have wandered away, so I'm safe for now. Am I correct in that vomit FB's are still near-invincible?[/li][/list]
Second siege arrived and would have wiped out my military if the gobbo's hadn't decided to retreat whenever I sealed off the central staircase from the great hall that they were located in. I also managed to capture their leader: A macelord who blocked or dodged ever serrated disc, bolt, and attack that was sent his way.
Two cyclops arrived within a month of eachother, the first one walked into the old stone traps and died after three, the second one I decided to send my military out to meet, figuring that even as ridiculously weak as they are they should be able to overcome it through sheer numbers. The battle went something like this:
The cold winter sun shone down upon the cyclops's back as he walked towards the hole in the side of the hill that the dwarves called a fortress. How dare the little bearded men claim that their hole was greater than his own home! Today he would teach them respect.
He started off towards the fortress at a loping run, and suddenly there came a loud horn from inside the fortress, the cyclops grinned, so he would meet these dwarves in glorious battle. He expected them to come pouring out of the entrance in great waves to greet his terrible, awesome figure, but none came. He slowed down for a moment. Where were they?
Then from inside the fortress came running out a single dwarf, covered in armor and wearing several cloaks, one on top of the other, he charged straight towards the cyclops not veering an inch. The cyclops grinned, today he would meet a brave and worthy adversary.
He quickened his pace and the two charged straight towards one another, neither giving or slowing. They drew closer, and closer, the Dwarf accelerated and ran towards the cyclops, and straight past him. The cyclops skidded to a halt and turned around, the dwarf continued to run away at top speed away from him. Enraged by the dwarf's cowardice, the cyclops gave chase, the dwarf merrily avoided him for several minutes, until the cyclops finally caught him with his fist and began to beat on him. Blow after blow he rained down, but the blows seemed to do no damage, suddenly he felt a great pain on his upper back and he felt as if his lung had collapsed upon itself. he span around to see a dwarf standing there, wielding the most perfect silver war hammer he had ever seen as it was brought down upon his leg. He fell and immediately he was covered in dwarves, much as Gulliver at Lilliput, they kicked, bit, stabbed and slashed at him mercilessly.
He fell unconscious, and when he awoke he retched, his body was a mangled mess, nothing was recognizable about it. He looked up and say the same dwarf who had first injured him standing on his chest, the dwarf grinned and said; "You put a pitiful fight, but at least you put up one at all."
And having said embedded his hammer into the cyclops's skull.
The tree farm is producing at last! I am awash in wood of all kinds! FUEL FOR THE FURNACES! STEEL FOR THE WEAPONS!!!
Also I have received this message for the first time:
What do you recommend I should do? Is getting more nobles going to benefit me in any way?
Or are they still completely useless?
