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« on: February 07, 2014, 11:06:50 pm »
5th of Obsidian, The year 236 of the Dwarven age
Battlecheese burns. The Grand underground cavern city is in ruins, with humans running freely throughout. The emergency ale was broken into last night by a kobold. Little bugger got away with the entire barrel. Food is low, and the chef is babbling about steel bars, and golden opals.
Well.... If he wants them, he can go ask those oh so kind, hammer wielding knights. Because I'm certain almost no-one else wants to go out there for them.
28th of Obsidian, The year 236 of the Dwarven Age
The humans are still out there.
And we are in here.
Dear Armok, we are going to die in here, and none of us are going to get a proper burial....
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So yeah... my once proud underground city, with buildings and streets carved out of the rock was attacked by humans, there is currently: A heavily wounded stonemason, the baron, and a Chef (who wants Steel Bars, A boulder, and Five golden opals. All things that would be no problem, if not for the fact that there are around a dozen armored knights wielding warhammers RIGHT OUTSIDE THE BUNKER DOOR) holed up in a bunker, and the total number of picks inside the bunker is 0, so there will be no escapes...Oh, and the dwarves? Yeah... they are all on the verge of tantrum. The Noble because his mandates for Steel Tables was ignored. (Urist McMetalsmith cancels job, Make steel table. Interrupted by Warhammer to the face.) The stonemason, because he watched his wife and two kids get murdered by the humans, and the Chef's pet cats were killed by the attackers as well. All in all... This fort is doing pretty well compared to my others, as I haven't run out of booze yet. ...'Yet' being the key word.
TL;DR: Much FUN.
