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Good news everybody!

I am nearly finished my adventures. My adventurer Kosoth Griffonblazes is at the outskirts of Dinnerwandered with some wondrous treasures.

Hopefully I will have time to build a fort if the wife lets me.

I was worried about making a new guy to live up to Dishmab. However, I think this guy would probably beat Dishmab in a fight...

Is there a competition for the longest fortress name???

Quote from: Bralbaard on April 23, 2014, 03:57:51 pm

... I have a sketch of Dishmab fighting the grey fiend somewhere...

Still hoping Bralbaard finds time to do this. Or Dishmab's descent into the magma. Or his battle with Aco while on fire with boiling reptile man blood steam roiling off his armour ...

I've discovered why human adventurers travelling from Dinnerwandered to Goodbrews are being attacked on sight.

The Rough Labor (Dumaterith) are currently at war with the Realm of Ancients (Omon Woge), and have been since 1146, after an "incident" in Goodbrews. Perhaps Timeless Bob can elaborate...

Eek, how did that happen?

Also... I like your sig

Dishmab surveyed the landscape grimly.

The rancid corpse of the thrall-fiend Aco Knitadmire was spattered over a good half mile of terrain, a mess of teeth and limbs and bones. Dishmab had methodically hacked at the traitor, ensuring the husk suffered slowly and in unimaginable pain.

Dishmab sank to his knees. Aco Knitadmire had slain demons and dragons and was an unmatched warrior in combat, and Dishmab had cleaved through him like wet paper. The Deathlord realised there was no challenge left in the Portentous Domain for a creature such as him.

YOU HAVE DONE WELL MY CHILD. The voice seared in his skull again. The same voice Dishmab heard at the edge of death and sanity deep in the magma of Sunkengem.

IT IS NOT OFTEN THAT I BLESS A MORTAL WITH THE GIFT I BESTOW UPON YOU NOW.

Dishmab felt… different. A strange knowledge filled his mind. He was eternal, immutable. The mortal world was no place for a being of such strength and power.

WELCOME TO THE PANTHEON, MY CHILD, spoke Armok.

***

With a thud, Dakost Stonegleam the Dark Bishop slammed his masterwork microcline gavel into the electrum slab on the plinth above the faithful brethren and spoke thusly:

“This is why, we the Cult of Dishmab, have founded Northmanor the Unholy Cathedral,” his voice like gravel through spit-flecked beard.

“We will swear fealty and bow in reverence to the dwarf who became the Fist of Armok. And we will cleave untold skulls in His name.”

The hall of the Unholy Cathedral erupted in a great cry, and the devout knew they were blessed.

Platinum war hammer. That will do some damage!

Reclaimed Sunkengem in a parallel version of the game in my continuing quest to find Dishmab.

1079 animal men in the caverns and a human necromancer chilling with a few zombies. No Dishmab.