Summer update 3 -- The Romances of SatinArkarn cactuspage has fallen, but his companions won't give up the fight! They punch and pummel the monster until it gives in to pain and over-exhaustion. With Bankghost on the ground, they can unleash the power of their kung-fu abilities! Cue 20 pages of muscle bruising...
Obviously, the ''punch the monster inneficiently'' technique isn't working. Flame says we need weapons. Real weapon, he adds. I say, yeah ok go make some. He says he has enough iron to make 4 weapons. Someone mentions we have enough obsidian to blow a few obsidian shortswords. yeah, ok, I say. go make that.
To reinforce the army and use the incoming weapons, I've told Erush cactuspage to replace his cousin. Sadly, he isnt very smart, so he goes outside in the goo to train alone instead of joining the fight. Ok. Curiously he isn't rendered blind yet, because the rain has stopped for a moment, but that's still the worst idea possible. Some fella named Sarrak says he's just a fisherdwarf, but he's once escaped a carp, so maybe he could help? I transfer erush to a new squad, hoping he'll come back inside, and tell Sarrak he's the second in command now. He goes and grabs our 8 other fisherdwarves and shearers, and tries to form a ragtag militia. He tells the recruits that fighting increases their chance of getting first dibs on the incoming barrel of booze.
As it turns out, summer brings in the first plump helmet, and it was soon converted into a barrel of beer. it's not much, seven units, but some of us may live. since farmers are bad, most of the stuff is lost outside in the go, and spring cant be used for plump helmets, our agriculture is kind of bad. this may be the only bvarrel in a while. People start brawls to claim a sip...
I grab the artefact mug, and fill it with beer. Then we grab a few balls of rubble lying around, right numbers on them, and organize a lottery. If you are one of the lucky seven to have their numbers drawn, you get to take a shot of beer. everyone else, erhm, probably will die of thirst soon.
The miners are too tired and thirsty to dig much, and so, creating a new staircase from scratch wont be possible. either we reclaim the current staircase, or everyone dies. Even then, if we don,t find the third cavern in time, or if it doesn't contain any water, we'll also die. Any migrant wave will also condemn the whole fort. The situation is dire. Bankghost must
Die.
the beast is kocked out, and bruised, but suffers no real injuries for now, save for a cut ear. Worse still, it seems the injuries it has are healing faster than the dwarves can hurt it. Soon, tho, we'll have weapons, and as long as they keep Bankghost on the ground, we should...
Oh shit. Bankghost just woke up.
Seal the staircase just in case!
The dwarves are tired. the ogre is rested. the tide has turned. Within a few moments, he has punched the head of Iamblichos in, killing her instantly. Her husband stare in horror... But is soon his turn...
TheCheeseMaker and New Senshuken are both killed, the later getting decapitated by a powerful bite after being grappled.
It is over. The beast is triumphant, and the soldiers are slain. Blind, enraged, empowered, Bankghost stumbles in the corridor where his foes lay dead, before heading upstairs, hungry for more carnage. he claims the title of Bankghost, the Romances of Satin. Because... reasons?
The dwarves are not yet defeated. Upstairs, the survivors put their plan in motion. they are tired, thirsty and desperate, and one should never underestimate the might and recklessness of sober dwarves. the staircase is momentarily blocked with heavy wood logs, cutting the upper fort from the cavern access, leaving some people stranded in their bedrooms, while the cathacombs are completely abandonned, being below the barricade.
flame takes to the forge. he may be only 16, and has no experience with weaponsmithing, but he has been an apprentice blacksmith, and understands metallurgy. Deus Asmoth being blinded, he is the fort's only shot at creating new weapons, out of a few bars of steel. His beardless face sweats under the blacksmith,s mask, and his long, magnificent hair glows under the heat and light of the forge. Flame begins work on his first battle axe...
The fisherdwarves of ImmortalityTower have forsaken their old craft, ready to take the yet-unforged arms, and clear their home of the Romances of satin. Erush is a moron by all acount, but his pretigious family name earns him the rank of captain. still, the dwarves prefer to obey their own, and they choose a fisherdwarf as their real leader, who claims the name of Sarrak.
''Everything's alright'' Sarrak tells them, to reassure the troops. He knows that panic will be their undoing.
Sarrak doesn't actually know anything about fighting, but they'll learn. He knows how to dodge a carp, tho, so he starts instructing the troops, and leads a dodging demonstration. The other dwarves try to pick up. They call themselves the Buff Picks for this reasons, under the cheerful instructions of Sarrak. ''Don't worry, I faced a carp once, they are worse than any ogre, ahahah!''
They do all these things on their own. I have no real say on the matter. In fact, one could say everyone is doing so great because i am not in charge right now...
Why? Well....
So I was watching the fight. Or at least, trying to, and listening. When Iamblichos fell, i miscounted the number of soldiers we had, and decided, since the ogre is busy, I'll go and grab the corpse, and bury her, right?
But Iamblichos was actually the last dwarf to die, so now I'm in the catacombs, sealed from the fort, and the ogre is coming for me. Oups.
I decide to use the unhauled boulders at the far end of the catacombs to wall myself in there before Bankghost gets to me, so I repeat to myself ''dont do anything but construction, dont do anything but construction.''
I still hang on to Iamblichos' corpse, tho, because it
could come in handy maybe? It turns out, I'm very very dumb and blind, so it is hard to actually locate the far end of the catacombs while hauling a corpse. Not gonna dump it tho. nonononon. That's my corpse. The ogre can have my corpse over my
dead corpse. So I think, soldiers have to obey orders, right? So I conscript myself to the army, and order myself to go at the far end of the catacombs. that ought to work! Also, with everyone dead and Erush Cactuspage moved to a new squad, that makes me the militia commander of the fort. I'm over'
and commander, boy my non-existant parents would be so proud!
Ordering myself to go somewhere doesnt work. I'm still blind.
So instead, I... not too sure how to convey what happens next without making zero sense, but...
I then decide to venture downstairs (Still carrying the corpse yo) and run past the ogre. I'm now in the corridor filled with corpses, but that's ok because i can't see them, ah! No stress. I must look so courageous right now. ''A skilled warrior is a beautiful sight to behold'', I tell myself, unaware of the irony there. Meanwhile, Bankghost the Romances of satin stumbles upstairs, and he manages to get lost and venture to the far end of the catacombs, unsure of where i went. i know this thanks to my
all se... my powers as Over'. Somehow I'm still alive. and that's when I start thinking...
Man, I bet if I could get the dead soldier's weapons from the caverns, I could kill this bitch. You also get a sword, corpse of Iamblichos. With a sword each, we'll be
unstoppable!
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