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[CountAlex]

But you literally head a creak of her anus squeezing.

Geez, what was on CoOP mind when he was typing THIS.
And thanks for translation!

[Criperum]

Likot Line

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You hugged Ivety while speaking soothingly:
-Everything will be all right. We'll get out of here soon. I think I have a plan. Don't worry.
Of course you didn't have any plan. You decided to check your equipment. Ypu have FLESH AXE! And FLESH HAMMER! And a BEAAARD as a fish-rod! And broken Angryspoon of course.

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With all that stuff you decided to visit point six of your list. You left Ivety home near the campfire and fearlessly, nearly joyfully went through the tonnels meeting nothing significant. When you reached the place you saw everything as it was before. As earlier it was impossible to cross the lake swimming. Even green lines on walls, pointing water levels during rainfalls, were too low to reach opposite side.

[Criperum]

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Meanwhile, far-far south, on main square of one big city, on a pedestal, surrounded with crowd of gapers three dwarves were standing. They were none other than the Armok's prophet Iruremtamol himself and his loyal apostles, absolutely unknown just a couple years ago but now getting popular with incredible speed.

Their faith was so strong it healed unhealable, brought back dying and made weak strong. "Gods died long time ago!" - they were saying -"Only the Armok, the true god is everlasting for he has neither guise, nor body and his soul is in our own blood, flowing in every one of us. The Armok is in everyone, the God is us and we are the God, until any tiny drop of his soul is flowing through our veins."

The prophet had truely divine gift, his miracles were not fake and his teaching, sent down from the Armok himself, was raising awe in mere peoples. Only old priests were truely hating the prophet because he left their temples without parish. But alas they couldn't do anything, since Iruremtatol was escorted by tens or even hundreds of fanatics day and night, in the inn or on the road, making it impossible to reach him.

There were more then three prophets. They were seven in the begining but in time their numbers were growing as the number of simple disciples. There were humans and goblins and even some very impressible elves, all united with their new faith. Who knows how much time it would take them to reach the most distant places on continent. People say they were already waited for on the north.

Say "Blood for the Blood God" if you like the story

[Criperum]

And here are some miniposts for you.

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Your soul was craving for "action"...whatever it can be. You decided to lead Ivety to this steep and tell her romanticaly about your love once again and also to say you are sorry for all theese inconveniences she has because of you.
Soon enough you managed to do it:
-Ivety, I thought about your words and understood everything. Forgive me for bringing you into theese caves without thinking how it can influence on a creature with such tender soul. Forgive me...
And then you suddenly pushed her down from the steep.

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Ivety emerged from water and you shouted from the steep:
-I love you!
Suddenly another crocodile appeared on the water surface. His interest wasn't very intriguing,
the horny male climbed up on disguised elfess and started to ensconce himself.

[CaptainLambcake]

blood for the blood god
i will always love this story

[Criperum]

i will always love this story

That's why we have more

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Seeing such a thing you jumped on the offender from above, you even had no time to piss into the lake. You fell on the crocodile like a rock and broke his spine. Next point in your plan was to take a direct control over the beast it even fidgeted a little under your "control", but soon it gasped out it's life of shame.

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Swimming like a crap in a toilet you noticed the waster had salty taste. Looking around you noticed a low grotto, hidden before, where your bodies were beeing pulled into. There was a small beach on the other side. It was beckoning you promising pleasures forgotten long time ago.
- Likot, is that you? - Ivety mumbled frightenedly - Are we in a river? Where are we beeing pulled to?

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Standing a little bit more hugging Shasad you started to recover from the shock but it was changing into nothing else than paranoia. Since you realized you are now a pawn in the fight for power and it's not safe to be a pawn. Also you realized that Sinsot won't approve a rescue party to the caverns. You needed a support and first candidate was, of course, Shasad.
-Let's go out of here - you remembered you were standing in front of the Throne room door.
-Yes - Shasad suddenly remembered - there will be a new citizens adoption ceremony. Imagine they arrived just the day before yesterday.
-What did he say to you?-Shasad asked when you walked away a little bit.
-Well-this question wasn't very pleasant but you decided to answer- my message has been lost, when we were in captivity and that problems with Liko...- it was hard for you to speak- Nonetheless now he wants me to compensate damage.
-It's good it has ended like that - Shasad smiled.
-And what is good in it? - you wondered.
-Sinsot thought you are a spy for the first time.
-And you?
-I understand dwarfes good enough to figure out you are not: you are too forthright to be a spy.
-I'd like to ask you something - you whispered - Can you show me the caverns entrance?
-You're.. - Shasad frowned.
-Don't worry. For now I wanna just look. And can you find out who was in rescue mission. I want to hear everything straight from them.
-Very well- she noddled.
-But don't tell that it was me who as..-Shasad push you in the hip: she was first who noticed a dwarfess engraving a wall around the corner. Also you started to notice hubbub.
-We are almost there! -Shasad said when you were passing by - Feel yourself at home for a while. I need to go to make preparations for ceremony - she opened a door with a large hall behind it. Despite it was designed for a much larger amount of dwarfes it was full of life compared to long empty corridors. A big company was right in the center of the hall, they drawed two tables together and were actively discussing something. Other dwarfes were in groups of two-three persons at the tables to the right from you, albeit you noticed some loners. Also you smelled something unpleasant.

[Criperum]

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...a lonely sad ghost was sitting in dim den waiting for something he didn't really know what. A piece of chain in his hand was raising up and falling down with echoing clash into an empty garbage can standing below him, echoing in countless empty corridors.
Nobody paid attention to the ghost, actually the ghost wasn't hastening to reveal himself and bother mortals with his existance. The ghost was thinking, he was thinking long and sorely about what he wants out of his life, I mean not of life but of unlife or how do ghosts call their existance process right.

What does he want? Power? Of cource, everyone does! But all his efforts to gain this power completely failed and costed him his life and last of his friends.
The biggest mistake was that he got in touch with one bald asshole, when he was a novice in Assarotung. How foolish he was to trust that suspicious thin-haired four-eyes and even to try to plan somethig with him. In the most crucial moment that faggot cleanie scammer frauded him swindling the queen and killing the king. That jerk was trying to put his former comrade in the wrong, though he didn't succeed our ghost(now a ghost that time, but pretty healthy and young and the most important living dwarf) slided quickly to the deepest layers of the society and was forced to do the most disgraceful work what was facilitated by  new highly agressive management. It was the first epic fail.
But our yet-not-a-ghost take things on the chin and went to his dream another way: he started not from the tops, it became absolutely hopeless for him, but from the bottoms which he was closer than ever to. Actuated with thirst for justice peasant-outsiders, degraded veterans, disabled and even miners united around new Workers and Peasants leader forming underground community. Each of them deserved more and our hero was the worthy of the worthy. The crown was always trying to get rid of his influense throwing sand in the wheels, sending him to roach in the most distant levels. Twice yet-not-a-ghost was sent to the fort building expeditions to the freaking distant places, where he had to come back from. And besides the second returning was fateful - he made the acquaintance of one lady hexed him on restlessness and tought him some life and death tricks. He broke up with necromancer in a bad way, came back home and started to plot a revolution.

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It was one week left till the appointed day when during one of sorties to the caves the not-ghost was caught be the manager who immediately casted some terrible spell on him. The death was dreadful like a room with a hundred steel spears filled with boiling steam and magma instead of floor. Hair vaporized, incinerated skin crumbled from boiled subcutaneous fat, and eyes flew out onto blackened with soot jaw. That's how the ghost imagined himself everything happened, anyway a dark silhouette on rocks, strongly resembling his own shadow, on the floor where the murder happened confirmed his guesses.

Next trouble happened in a gap between death and rising from dead, so he had to deal with it because he couldn't do anything with it. The power over the community was taken by miners who  turned it to chauvinistic sect suprisingly quick, called themselves the Miners Republic, declared a war on the rest of the fortress and entrenched themselves in one of it's districts. The rest of the fortress was lost, slautered or ran away. The ghost was nothing to do and beeng in post-ressurection shock he tryed to possess a body of a random soaper. Something went wrong and, despite of he managed to throw out dwarf's soul, the control over the dwarf was intercepted by something otherworldly, frightening and unknown.

The third fail happened later after the ghost left destroyed mountain home secretly and stalked his bitter enemy right to the Arol-Iton. There the ghost managed to got rich of new acquaintances and became a right hand of local baron in a few months. It seemed that was it - the luck, it flows right into his hands! But no, some painted chick emerged from nowhere with a crumpled but still working artifact, charmed the baron and formally became a consort but de facto became sole monarch of the city. All new ghost's undertakings were ruined in a few days and he was banished on the next day after venturess accession by exorcists hired specially for it.

Beeing in panic, rending his ghostly hair, the ghost rushed to his mentor for help and advice. But he was waited with icy welcome and the ghost was rejected in a very rude manner. There was no hope for help to overthrow Arol-Iton impostor. A train of failures and loss of the last ally broke the ghost's spirit, resulting in wasting his time wondering around the world pointlessly, posessing tramps' backpacks and merchants' bags, untill he met the group of mercenaries escorting someone who looked familiar. Illusive hope that's all our ghostly loadloper needed, so he grabed it and later it led him to that gloomy bulky new home.

[CaptainLambcake]

poor ghost

[Criperum]

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...but the break was going to be over and the ghost had to throw away sadness and start working!

Today in our show will be: extreme walking with the bucket, mystery note tricks and, of course, melodical chain clashing! Alternating whoop "OP!" and "dang", chains made by hitting the bucket, filled the fortress halls, "OP!" and "dang" and "OP!" again. Sometimes a plangent "Ooooo!" was instead of "OP!" signaling the ending of artistic figure and transition to the next one.

The concert was in it's top, but there were still no spectators. Where did everyone go?..

[Criperum]

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>Create panic, scare elfess the shit out.
>Pull out the crocodile to shore, butcher it, render tallow, mix with lye, make soap, take it.
>And eat it
>Find a beach
>light a fire

You couldn't light a fire in the water 'cause you didn't have flints, tinder and some thing flamable, as well as butcher the crocodile - your hand-knife couldn't cut throught the skin. The beach that was attracting you earlier now seemed to be a passed life stage and as if it was wispering you about adventures waiting for you ahead, while it would stay in your memories and your heart...forever loved, forever dry and wet in the same time. As if it wagged you letting you go away.
It was no sense to scare Ivety, she was already hysterical and wasn't sinking just by your efforts. You were solacing her with confident voice. You both...three of you succumbed the water flow and rushed into the grotto. The walls were narrowing and widening. Sometimes it seemed to be a dead end ahead but you dived and emerged soon enough and continued moving further. Eventually in a couple of hours you were floated to a bay which goblins called "the Shark Jaws". You were studying maps in Arkulaban and recognized it from the first sight.
The daylight was so unbearable that you and Ivety screwed your eyes like you were eating a lemon.
It was a calm and not very windy day. Looks like Ivety wasn't really realizing where she is now.

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>puke enough, get out to the shore, go to the Arkulaban
>drift to the open sea until we meet some ship
You didn't want to puke right now. You heard water splashes nearby. You turned and saw a numan with paddles.
-Ahoy, bobblers! Where did you emerged from?
-We fell to a cavern lake and drifted here. But how can you...
-The point is that there are no boats in this world. At least in these parts. So we do what we can. Need a ride?

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Lingering a while you decided it would be a good idea to make friends with somebody who can stand up for himself, and for you also: some warrior, miner or smith. You started to peer dwarves in the hall. "It would be better to find someone who came recently and who is not influenced by Sinsot much" - you reasoned.
You almost decided to walk to the loud company where battle-seasoned warrior was braggin his feats pulling his sword out, but suddenly you noticed someone. A dwarf in cloak and hude wide-brimmed hat that was sitting back to you. You knew only one who wears such knid of attire but it was hard to believe that faith brought you together again.
On an impulse you came closer to him.
- Is that you? - you walked around the table and looked at his face.
- Me? - dwarf wondered. Though his face was uglified you easily recognized the mage you met on the Ladtakomage street.
- It is him! - you turned to dwarfess sitting in front of the mage - It is definitely him! - you smiled like a brewer's horse and she was just blinking her large round eyes.
You saw mage sprang to his feet with roar overturning the bench. Looks like he was surprised and pleased with such meeting even more then you were. Beeing so joyful you hugged your well-doer. The mage screamed shortly.
- What are you doing?!- a sturdy dwarf with mohawk haircut raised from the nearest table and put his hand on your shoulder. The hall became queerly silent - looks like everyone was looking at you.
- That's the greatest mage and forecaster in the world! I can't find words to express my gratitude for changing my life! - you shouted - He returned the friend to me, he helped me to meet my love! - you weren't calming - Akrulabad is so lucky such a wonder-worker lives here!
- Why don't you cast us some beauties, Bembul?! Or it's not you can do well?! - shout of some joker rang.
- And who are you? You weren't among us - hoodlum was looking at you appreciatively crossing his hands on chest.
- I'm Tok Buketotil an ambassador from Arol-Iton - hearing that Bembul suddenly became pale - but for a while I'm gonna live here as private person - you added scared if the mage had a bad vision.
- I saw him. He came with Shasad - a young dwarfess that was sitting at the next table confirmed - Bembul, you are what? A real mage? - her question was supported with several approving shouts. The mage lost his courage without words to answer.
- He is liar and fraud - an oldman voiced loudly - there are only wonders from deities and curses from demons - a dwarf in weather-stained greasy robe was approaching you lamely. His beard was tangled and smelled like a hundred dead trolls - Iudikajja would give you that truth if you would be ready to accept it!

[Criperum]

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You've concentrated and imagined a boat. It was there right in front of you. Made of planks and nails. May be no one have seen a boat in this area but it doesn't mean there are no boats at all.

Here we have a bunch of flashback/spinoff/memory stories about some of our characters and citizens.

Spoiler: Minkot Delerrit the weaponsmith (click to show/hide)

What's to start with... I came from a city on a lake. No, of cource, I was born in a mountain home. But I lived there not for a long time, most of my life I spent among humans. Why? Well, you know how smiths are doing, especially weaponsmith: to make a decent blade you have to work at anvil for years and waste tons of metal. That's why old masters are counting on talents: they teach young apprentices the basics and then wait for the inspiration. And the inspiration came but not on me. The master got his successor and the rest were forbidden to enter the forge. Unfair, right. I was really mad that time - so I left the mountain home.
I was wondering around not much time - I found a village and asked the local smith to accept me. He was laughing at me at the beginning but those basics I learned were enough to drop his jaw.
I spent there a couple of years, gained some experience. Then a local ruler was on hunt and broke his knife. It was a great luck for me. And he took me with him into the capital.
Here I was working for about thirty years. Built my own forge, had full hand of orders, lots of money. That's how I lived until I met Isram. She came with dwarven caravan. That day I went totally crazy. I couldn't think about anything exept her. I spent a week with her and then it was time for caravan to leave. I wanted to go with her but couldn't decide. Of course her promised to come back next year, she even promised to stay with me. But it was hard to believe in it. It's a shame to remeber it now. Going nuts like a boy.
And then she came back. It was such a pleasure, such a relief. Everything became like it was before, even better now. Then kids were born. But in time I started to notice she misses dwarves. I thought: "I'm like a local here but it was just because I was raised in mountain home. That is were my home." And I decided to move with my family to dwarves, Akrulaban was the nearest. But rumors said it's unsafe there. So I moved myself first, decided to settle down here and then I'll take Isram and kids here.

[Criperum]

Spoiler: Tok Buketotil (click to show/hide)

Tok was a wonderful child. He acted properly, was calm, rare to roughhouse and always pleased his parents. He has art propensity from the childhood, he liked to paint and play fluite. Artistic mind made him a little bit self-contained but it wasn't a problem for him to get friends and enjoy his life.

Tok grown up in a farmers family in borrows surrounded with swamps. He had several brothers and sisters, but they became adult before he was born so he lived just with his parents in a borrow. Beeing a hill dwarf Tok spent most his time outside, playing with his friends, exploring surroundings or devoting himself to the music in solitude.

Once Tok came into the swamps farther then before. He sat in the reed and started playing the fluite. He became so involved he didn't notice he got the attention of two very dangerous listeners. They were the trolls of the night - two giant moskitomen with cat eyes and goat horns. They caught Tok immediately, grabed him and carried to their lair in the depth of the swamp, the place with no escape.

Covered with moskito bites, barely alive Tok was hanging upside down from the ceiling of the lair, covered with his own piss and exhausted of fear. Monsters were ready to drain all dwarfe's blood to the pot and it was no hope but the salvation came.
A hero was tall, slim, eared and the most impressive, he was two weapon weilder. He was armed with two enchanted silver swatters, and when he jumped into the entrance he uttered:
- You, creatures of the night! You killed my friend! You kidnapped that dwarfkid! You ruined countless lives, you can't be forgiven! Prepare to die!
The elf run at monsters spinning like whirligig in some sort of dance. In mere seconds the moskitomen, who were vunerable to silver, were grinded into the chaotic mess, and the four horns were the only things left. Tok was saved.
Dwarf came back home but all that happened left it's indelible mark. Tok came to hate the swamps, gained the moskito fobia which caused him to pee himself everytime he saw them. Friends left him and he couldn't get new ones, he actually didn't want to. His fluite addition was quickly displaced with tobacco pipe addiction, it's smoke was protecting him from moskitos. At his eight has was smoking like potashmaker's kiln that was judged and amazed by others.
That's how Tok came from cheerful demure to the unstable autistic. After maturity he left his village without any doubts even without endpoint: it could be mountains, dune, tundram even caves - it didn't matter a lot, he had to go away from moskitos, from swamps and from hateful home...

He had to run away from all of this. And to forget.

[Criperum]

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Image inscriptions(up->down, left->right):
Stinky, Mage, Likot, Shasad, Sinsot, Nux

Close, Shitty, Wasted, Empty, Need Help, Paupers

You felt uneasy in presence of miasma prophet: not only he looked disgusting, smelled horrible you didn't want to catch some desease from him.
- Don't come any closer - you shouted him - wash yourself before speaking with people.
- That is stench of your vices you feel - oldman got angry - if you were clean you see no filth! Accept Iudikajja with all your heart and you will be saved!
- Thank you, but I'll save myself from that stink another way - you tried to keep distance.
- Just ignore him, he'll go away - someone from the crowd adviced.
- You are demons acolyte! - he shouted - Trying to close the way to the truth for the lost soul! Hear me - the oldman turned to you again - in order to distinguish light from dark, good from evil, truth from lie you must follow the way of Iudikajja. Forget the words of false prophets and charlatans...
Making sure the oldman was insane you decided to follow the advice and spoke to Bembul who was yet standing petrifyed.
- Sit and calm down - you tilted and raised the fallen bench - don't get this rave too serious.
Seating down the mage you noticed that the prophet finished his monotonous speech. And when you looked at him as nothing happened he spitted under your feet turned around and hobbled to his table.
When everything lied down Bembul told you his sad story: he was attacked by bandits, he was knocked down beeing hit to the head. When he regained his consciousness, covered with wounds, he realised with terror that his powers left him.
Thanks to the prophet incident you were accepted much better than you were hoping. In about an hour after an acquaintance a noisy company of dwarfes was listening for short version of your story about adventures you had during your way to Akrulaban. Besides you knew a lot about situation in fortress and it's inhabitants.

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Now you are Sinsot.

After you finished your conversatioon with Tok you put his form into the register which became pretty big with all that settlers' personal records. You looked through pages one more time and closed the book, you caressed the decent leather cover but you satisfaction of work quickly changed to irritation and vague anxiety. Buketotil is a useless fool, but it seems he is not a danger. But other fortress problems weren't so easy to sort out.
First of all goblins. It was naive to think they never come back to Akrulabal but you weren't expecting they do it so soon. Migrants stumbled a goblin squad: two dwarfes died, one injured. All goblins were killed, you hope. Of course it could make Akrulaban an ill fame among greenskined but you shouldn't rely on that. That's why we should get ready for new scouts and then the siege. That thought gave you insomnia: the fortifactions were hurry-scurry patched after the Akrulaban massacre, there weren't any army at all except the squad which was ruined by Likot under the cave-in in caverns. Also most of good weapons and armor were carried away by goblins as trophies. All steel supplies were spent in those restless days before the siege. Though you had plenty of iron and ore, flux was just laying under your feet and coke could be burned out of wood you had neither furnace operator nor weaponsmith in the fortress.
You were visited again by the thought to use those barbarian-mercenaries who escorted Shasad, but you were afraid they could capture the fortress by themselves without any effort. If they knew about the situation the fortress is in, of course.
Speaking of dead, the graveyard ran out of place. Of course you suggested to use old mines or abandoned living floors for burials, but that idea met a great resistance: "a pell-mell burial is a sign of fortress decay" - they said. Like Akrulaban hasn't survived almost total destruction.
Also is was a bad situation with that injured migrant. He got first aid, as fas as we could, but it is unclear what to do next. So he was moaning for two days non-stop in the hospital, after all there was no medic in the fortress except Ivety.
An economic situation was better: food and booze storages were full enough for the winter. Thought next year would be hard for Ast and Lolor if you couldn't find them an assistant. Gratin can supply the fortress with clothes and we can find glass and stone crafts and cut gems for trading. Well, we'd better fill our empty treasury somehow - we didn't find any precious metal veins in mines, but may be we just searched not well enough.
- All right - you interrupted yourself, you opened the journal for the last time and made last notes - it's time to finish.
At any moment Atil can come to say everything is ready for the ceremony. You weren't worry about official part: Shasad took the fancy words, songs and dances part on herself. The main thing is to do all appointments and disposals. Too much time was wasted.

Sorry but it's too much work to translate that tables. Please don't be mad on me.

Spoiler: Kadol Izegdakon (click to show/hide)

Everyone is able to know the Truth! You can do it if you will aim it. Yes, my life was also pointless before, I was wandering in mist. All difference between you and me is that Iudikajja chose me to bring his word.
Once I was young and foolish, I had no purpose. The fall that damaged my leg, I thought it was a disaster not an omen. Laying in a hospital I was in terrible pain: pain of flesh and plain of spirit. But the the light came from the dark. Delightful light which frieghtened me at the begining since I wasn't able to awake its greatness.
In that incredible light I saw the Iudikajja in form of limping badger. He spoke to me without words but each his word was a revelation for me. He told me truths which you are not able to grasp without accepting Iudikajja with all your heart. Also he gave me the way. I, the incompetent peasant, have to raise his name among dwarfes and give them the truth. And the first step was to write the book. You cannot express the truth with words but you can use it to describe the way to it. That's why I had only one way. A hard way to the heart of lust and vices, dark and lies. Iudikajja wanted to toughen and test my faith! He left the only possibility to fulfill his plan: to learn writing in the temple of Reg - the idol of lost souls. I needed a lot of composure to enter it's walls but I was aiming the highest purpose and it gave me the strength. For days I was serving that disgusting idol and for nights I was begging Iudikajja for forgiveness. Day passed after day, year after year until, finally, I was ready to start the book. Each written word was a joy. And when the book was finished I was ready to leave that slough of vice and lie clean to bring the light of truth!

[Argonnek]

We aren't mad. That's a lot to translate, especially when you're already translating the stories that go along with the pictures.

[CaptainLambcake]

yeah ur doing a great job