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Re: Nokzamzatthud - Battlejudge - Bad Hunters. We Also need a motto.
« Reply #90 on: July 20, 2018, 04:45:13 pm »

"Unacceptable!" Stodir bellowed with a stomp. "What on earth makes you think sending my husband to die is the correct course of action!?"

"Ma'am, Inod's been getting worse, and worse, and worse." Vucar began, stepping back to the door, and reaching behind himself to undo one of the two clasps holding his sword on his back. "Nish has done everything possible to accomodate him, but assaulting three people was the last straw. We have to do something.

"And because of that, you sentence him to death? Sentence his son to grow up without a father?"

"This is how it starts, Stodir. You've seen him. Stumbling around obliviously, sitting in the fetal position in the main hall, weeping in the library-"

"Actually that one was because of the book he was reading." Stodir said abruptly, cutting him off. "He said the prose int he story was masterful."

"Don't interrupt me." The Colonel said, holding up a disapproving finger. "Once people start punching, that means we need a fortress guard. He's lucky nobody was on active duty as well." He lowered his at that, enough to rub his eyes. "I've seen tantruming dwarves get beaten into paste or cut to ribbons when they swing on fighting dwarves." After a moment of silence, he continued on. "At least this way, if he dies, he dies doing something useful."

"You mean starting a war."

"The Confederacy needs help, Stodir. So does the Union. The whole reason we're here is to start a war. Several, in fact."

The Clothier ran her hands through her hair. "And how is that useful?"

"Your husband goes from dying alone in prison - which is what Nish was going to do, and don't interrupt me - to a Sergeant who was instrumental to opening a second front against the elven menace and aiding our allies in both the Union and Confederacy." He crossed his arms as he finished, awaiting the wife's response.

"Fine." She said, after several actual minutes of silence and pacing, and Vucar being made incredibly uncomfortable after the first half a minute or so. "Do it. But I want a mausoleum built for him like all the others. Body or not."


****

Inod looked proud of himself, if a bit haggard. He was marching off to the northeast. He looked utterly bizarre, clad in a mixture of elf armor, and elephant bone bits, as well as bearing a bronze spear. Elephant leather boots, gloves, and helm covered his head, an ice wolf pelt was layered over wooden chain links which made an odd clacky sound instead of the typical jangle of normal chain armor. He had a wooden shield of obvious dwarf make, and in his other hand a superior-quality bronze spear. He was told, quite simply, to snoop. Steal something if he got the chance, but he was a scout, though to fight back with all his dwarfy might if at all possible if caught.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Nish asked with a strong hint of worry.

"No," Vucar said with a somber stare at the grumpy dwarf in his motley mixture of equipment as he left. "But it was only a matter of time once he started to punch things."

"And people."

"Definitely after the people."


****

Inod, in defiance of all logic and reason, returned. A hundred elves, who should have been able to tell he wasn't some random adventurer, failed to discern his ill intentions.



He came back with both books from the minor retreat that had been rumored to be there. He also had a report to give on something else.

"Perfect target, Colonel." He said as he laid out the map and pointed to it on a table in the mayor's office. "Less than ten baddies. Perfect dirt hole to lay to waste."



"Any ideas on numbers?" Vucar asked with crossed arms. "I'd prefer we not go stomping about if there's an even fight on our hands."

"Lemme put it like this. I could hit the place alone, probably kill one or two. leave one to spread word."

"So three then." Nish said absently. "Yes. Do it."

And so the mason went. After roughly a week, he again defied expectactions and returned, this time with blood smeared upon his spear and armor. When asked about it by nish, he simply told her "The crown wanted a war, so I gave'em one."




****

Spring didn't come quietly for the fortress. Once again a hunter's blundering lead to an undead unicorn attack, though this time with the militia nearby to help, as well as several angry citizens. Onget, the hunter in question, as well as Erib the clothier and the foudner DOren were all injured, though the former two far worse than the latter, with Onget's liver punctured and hand split in half, and Erib's hand mashed. Doren meanwhile was only lightly injured with a minor cut, while Ryukan, the militia's newest member, was left traumatized fight the undead.

****

The season continued apace, with Vucar left irritated at indecisive soldiers as he tried to give them some amount of choice in their gear: Some had mismatched equipment, such as a steel boot on one foot, and a bronze on on the other, or conflicting disciplines. Fathwas the most troublesome, insisting on using the old obsidian sword he had used instead of the bronze axe she'd used just as well before. He yanked both it and her shield from her hands and put an iron greatsword in front of her and told her "if you want to be stupid, be stupid correctly."

There were also murmers of people using those useless brush hooks, and Maskwolf having to be told to use his greathammer, as for whatever reason he decided to use an iron one-handed one, despite being given an equipment slip that specifically denoted no shield. The prophet was also seen using a brush hook. A copper brush hook. Which are only made to satisfy Nish's demented hook lust.

Vucar found himself praying for a means to sort that out, but doubted it would come any time soon, and as a punishment for everyone else being so stupid and careless with their equipment, made his squad train for summer instead of taking their off season. The groans were numerous.


****

Nobody knows what happened. How she got ignored.



She snapped. As she was running with a single bolt of yarn, freshly made just for her, she snapped. And more importantly, she was armed. She was a "Prospective." A dwarf who had been drafted but not yet seen battle, against the undead or the elves (who had yet to appear.) She was fully armed and armored, due to begin training the coming autumn.



The only ones nearby with any weapons were Meng, with her woodcutting axe, and Multi, as well as one of his "Predators," a dwarfess by the name of Thikut. There was also Reg, Inod's only subordinate, and Frames, the fort's manager of several years now. He had considered joining the militia, and now had to act in an improvised capacity. Reg had only her buckler, and hadn't yet picked up a weapon from the armory or the forges, having only been inducted that morning.

Frames and Reg pounced, while someone int eh distance shouted for Thikut and Multi to get down to the work stations. Frams provided a ready distraction for the heavily armored dwarf, but was quakly shoulder barged into the wall and struck with the sharpened blade of Tirist's sapper spade. There was a loud crunch, and yet Frames fought on, while reg tried several times to bash the enraged blood crazed dwarf down with her buckler, only for it to shatter on the dwarf's armor.



Undeterred, they continued their assault while one of Reg's coworkers came barreling into the fight. Frame and Reg both landed solid blows to Tirist's head, but Reg only found a successful way to injure her hand, while Frames' strike landed a blow to her exposed jaw, knocking several teeth free. Tirist, understandably, took exception to this and broke his ankle with a kick. As Frames went down though, Zas plowed right into the rager bellowing something about havign Reg's back.



Soon however more - distinctly unarmed, not-armored, noncombatant dwarves - piled on though, due to about a half dozen of them having just left the temple and seeing the fight in progress. Among them was Kaos who according to reports tore off Tirist's ear. Despite her and Reg strangling and beating Tirist unconscious (while other dwarves and the dogs bit and grappled her, keeping her from causing further injury to anyone,) an attack dog was blamed for the death, presumably out of concern that they'd be charged with murder. Tirist's body was quickly thrown into a wheelbarrow and thrown outside to prevent reanimation.



Frames was badly mauled, with broken ribs, a fractured skull, and injured liver, along with an injured ankle. Reg and Zas both had multiple cuts and bruises, and many dwarves were traumatized by the fact that Tirist had to be killed via strangulation. Tirist's husband was understandably upset by this.


****

The humans arrived shortly after, and with them came a band of treasure hunters, who were promptly ignored. Someone's pet horse also died somewhere in the fortress, and while bing carted out reanimated. Likot, one of Lorbam's men, quickly put it down with help from Doren, but not before the undead horse smashed his shield hand. Some time around the humans' departure, Vucar was declared a master warrior by his peers, and by the sacred hat drawing, named "The Mountainous Pine" for his werelizard kill some time ago. Additionally, a bard named Gisep applied for citizenship, and enlisted with the militia. "I got a good thirty years or so left in me." she said. "I wanna spend them chasing an old dream."



Once Inod, Reg, and the elderly, if very spry human began training, and Maskwolf, Lokum, Nidor were declared master warriors by thier peers, it was decided: A punitive strike on both the nearby retreats of Weaknessrained and Glacialspears would be launched. The militia set out in short order, and at sunset, they returned, in time to see an herbalist bolting in and out of a workshop.





A few days later, the strange dwarf also emerged from the outdoor bone processing stations, holding a fine mug aloft, just in time for a caravan rolling by to see and marvel upon it!



They also marveled at the unicorn being caged. "A gift and a message for her Highness." Nish told them. in turn, the caravan master informed her that the homeland's armies were already launching attacks into the elf lands, having heard about the attacks earlier that year from traveling bards. Of course, this meant the order from the caravan from the north wasn't shocking.



And of course the season didn't go entirely smoothly, with a roadbuilder named Id getting mauled by a pack of undead chinchillas, though thankfully not killed. Several bards also filed for citizenship, and another human joined the militia, with Kaos tasked with forging the bronze plate that would gird them against the coming battles.


****

Winter came, such as it was in the dry heat of the jungle. Plans were drawn up for the next raid on Glacialspears, when a call came from the northern part of the woods. An odd voice, which sounded like a goblin, one with a strange accent.



The milita, who was just leaving the barracks, could see the familiar conical wood-slat helms of elves in the woods as they ran towards the shout of alarm. They could see a goblin brandishing a brush hook, blocking two arrows with a metal-plated shield and demanding they come up and fight him like men. This statement was odd, coming from a goblin. An elf obliged him and charged up as another arrow shattered on his shield and he ducked another. While those two fought however, the dwarves spied a third group, who proceeded to get into an argument with the other two groups, evidently from separate elf queendoms. One spearelf, presumably the leader of this third group, proceeded to stab the officer of one of the other squads when they heard something that sounded unkind in elven said.





Evidently this elf wasn't amused. By the time the militia was upon them, three elves had died in the apparent dispute. Ryukan led the charge alongside Lokum, now wielding a  proper morningstar mace instead of the second-hand human flail he had used for a while, not that he needed it as he smashed an elf swordsman's head with a solid punch and Ryukan killed her foe by slicing off the tree warrior's legs. Ryukan had shown amazing skill with that greatsword as well, impaling another elf's head and sending another sailing off in a bloody arch, while Maskwolf punted a spearelf backs everal steps into Morul, who hit the elf so hard that her head exploded into gore, sending chunks of brain and skull flying with shattered wooden slats from her helmet.



The squad continued onwards as the last one from the two main quarrelers fell, her head crushed under the weight of Species' sledgehammer with what he described as a satisfyingly meaty combination of a thud and a crunch.



Another group of elves was spotted by the newly-minted Hammer Lord, though Vucar lead the way this time, killing a bowelf and two sword elves in just a few moves - two heads sent flying or tumbling away from their owners, while the bowelf's head was split in half before he slammed his crossguard in the eye of a fourth elf, who staggered back screaming and dropping her shield and spear to clutch her destroyed eye. Zas cared little for the elf's plight and removed her head after Morul snapped her left knee with his warhammer

They swept up and down the hill in a violent mostly-bearded tide, sparing none, not even the goblin. While he bore a Union army uniform, the fact he was alone, and that one of the elves claimed the goblin drained their comrade during the battle, left the dwarves distrustful. When the elf made the claim, Morul simply said "Good to know." Before caving in his skull. Back to the south however, there was a sudden commotion and a stampede of horses. Evidently another squad had been revealed by a pair of horses and two over enthusiastic recruits.



The first recruit, who was in the lead, was set upon by the war herd almost instantly, and stomped into a hideous, mushy paste, with one being dubbed Reasonpaged as a result. But that wasn't the extent of it. As the ten fighting dwarves approached, they could see several of Lorbam's men heading to the scene as well, weapons drawn, when Udil yelled for them to turn around and let Vucar's squad deal witht hat mess. As the warherd charged, the elves barreled out, mostly mounted on a mixture of horses, bears, and unicorns.

Undeterred, Reasonpage whinnied at the elves and their mounts (which only the elves and their horses could understand,) that the "Unbeards would die." and for the herd to charge into the elven ranks, while a foal, dubbed now Cosmosgold, tackled the second recruit and his horse into a pond. The herd's mind had apparently been made up. They would surely die, but for years the dwarves had been good to them, keeping them pastured and no slaughtering them for food or troubling the mares for milk to make their cheeses. And such kindness was rare from the short ones, and so it was only fair that they repay that kindness, and delayed the enemy as long as the herd was able.

Lorbam meanhilw, charged in with Teshil, both bearing bronze spears, while Enure tried to fire into the melee from across the ponds. Lorbam was faster than Teshil, and leapt over two ponds into the fray, not sure what else to do as the mighty warhorse Oshareg fell to bear teeth and elven spears. It was all they could think to do, as the hardened veterans were still some way off. When he hit the dirt and rolled like a demented beardy armadillo, Lorbam stabbed wildly into the mass of animals and elves. He disappeared into the chaos of stomping and biting beasts.





He would not come out.

Teshil pressed on, unsure what was going on in the mass. He turned as he heard Enure yell his name.

"We have to fall back! There's no way two of us can fight that!" She yelled, firing another bolt into the mass.

Teshil looked at the stampeding and biting and other general horribleness. "We have to save Lorbam!" he shouted back.

"Fuck Lorbam, he literally jumped into it, if he dies its his own fault!"

"His wife and son would disagree, Enure. As would our own families. Would you prefer your remains be left to the elves?" He hefted his spear and made ready to advance. "Dead or not, I'm bringing him out of there. No dwarf deserves to be eaten by such foul things." With that, he charged into the fray, knowing full well Lorbam was likely already dead, and running to his own demise while a third bolt flew into the crowd. Or he would have been had a bear not run roughshod over him without a rider to flee an angry horse.



"Bullshit to that Teshil, The Colonel and his men are almost here, just kill that fucking bear! Multi's wife is cleaning one of the catacombs!"

Teshil, angered by the impertinent bear, asked what the hell she was doing there. According to Enure, Maskwolf's eldest son had come of age and while helping with construction had vomited all over one of the mausoleums. It helped to be truthful, plus Enure didn't have the heart to tell the Prophet that Lorbam, along with much of the herd, was already dead.



By the time reinforcements arrived, they consisted of just Morul, as he was the only one who ignored the elf with the uncooperative bear mount that had bounded past the Colonel's squad. He waded in, hammer winging like a tornado of blunt force trauma. One elf hit the ground screaming she couldn't feel her anything, while three more and two bears suffered broken arms or legs, and one unlucky elf that tried to bunch him got his hand bitten for his trouble. At some point however, he felt an odd sensation in his hammer arm, and realized his wrist was broken> This sent him into a rage, and he began beating his enemies with his other hand (as there hadn't been sufficent shields for everyone, he had gone without.)

Maskwolf arrived in time to see Teshil float to the surface of a pond, as well as an enemy horse that weakly managed to pull itself out, having apparently knocked him unconscious in the water and barely survived its own attack.



Zaneg, one of Likot's men, also arrived with Multi's dwarves and did the same pond jumping Lorbam had, though Multi was himself engaged with a now-riderless bear, its rider having been pulled off some ways back by Sergeant Likot himself. Multi and Udil desperately tried to evade claws landing whatever hits they could, which wasn't much considering Udil didn't have a weapon and only a second-hand bismuth bronze shield to fight with. After a minute of desperate fighting he finally turned and fled, not seeing the bear go down to a bolt shot into its back by Multi.

"Gods damn it Udil, get back here! The hell am I supposed to do, fight an army with 15 bolts and harsh language!?"

"FUCK YOU YOU AREN"T MY SERGEANT!!!!" The recruit said as he fled. Which in fairness, was true. However his sergeant had just finished using his butchery tools on a better trained elf. When the bear tried to kill Multi, he just shot it in the neck as if it were an after thought and ran to Likot, whose face had several deep gashes and looked like he'd just dunked his arms in a barrel of blood, owing to the dead elf on the groun who looked like they'd been tossed into a running millstone.

"Ye arright Likot?" He said, looking him over while loading another shot.

Likot shrugged. He had no armor and was covered in cuts and scraps due to the shortage of steel for melee officer uniforms.

Back at the main fight, Morul fell beck, demanding to know what the fuck happened when he saw Asob and Nidor coming, with Lokum and Fath bringing up the rear. She gestured to the wasted veterans chasing a single elf recruit.... And the dead bears and equal number of trained elves. None the less, they charged into the growing pile of battered elves and horses Maskwolf was creating. In the distance, he could also see Rykan tackle the fleeing elf and Species bring the hammer down on its head.

Now that the veterans had joined the battle though, things went from looking bad, to a slaughterhouse for elves and thier precious beasts. Vucar arrived as Maskwolf's pile of battered toys was being laid to waste, having chased down and slain a unicorn mounted elf and a bear. Zaneg at some point had his shield arm broken, and bolts began raining into the fray as Multi got his dwarves into position. Soon, this fight would be over.


****

So much death. That was all nish could say as she stared, slack jawed at the horrible sight. Elves, horses, and bears lay in mangled heaps, and she could see Teshil's corpse already beign carted away for burial, with somoen coming with a stretcher to get Lorbam for the same purpose. Only two dead, if one hadn't counted the dead war herd, which was killed almost to the last. Those few not among the fallen beasts were those that hadn't been penned back up in the fortress.



At least two families were now in mourning, Likot's squad, between Tirist going mad and this battle, had been decimated, leaving him with Zaneg, who had a broken arm, and Udil, who had fled in the face of the enemy. Many of the soldiers had never seen battle properly, and were horrified by the viscera and mangled bodies. In addition, Morul's arm was broken due to an equipment shortage, and Sergeant Likot was covered in cuts that needed to be stitched.

"So, regret taking this post, Rupert?" Came a familiar voice. It was Vucar.

"R-Rupert?"

"Multi says its what bandits call call over-enthusiastic nobles who lead military expeditions." He was still coated in the blood of elves, bears, and all manner of other horrible viscera.

"I... Yes. I do. I didn't think-"

"That this shit would hit home, right." After a long silence, he said "More are gonna die, y'know."

Nish said nothing, simply staring with horror at the corpses.

"I'll see who I can round up to fill out our squads. Talk tot he travelers, see if they can give us an idea of a place we can burn down."

Again nothing, but at least she nodded.

This was going to be a very long, and very bloody war.






Hoooooooooooowee gents, look at this!

We got an insanity case, human citizens, and elves! Whole lotta them. Like... holy shit. Final score, not counting horses.

Elves: 2
Battlejudge Dwarves: 72 kills, counting the goblin who really was a vampire (I looked him up in legends viewer; was suspicious of his flashing icon.)

We also have two kids who migrated in come of age, lost most of our horses (though they lasted way longer than dogs would have) and got us a newly minted hammerlord out of it. Also, to refer to earlier posts: Elves sufficiently riled. Inod's also recovered, though we currently have many, many traumatized dwarves from all the carnage. Nish is probably going to be busy for months consoling people, especially Tilesh and Lorbam's wives. We also got to see a bit of infighting happen among elven forces, which may mean we got hit by all three civs at once and two of them don't like eachother very much.

Sadly, among the dead horses was Oshareg, killer of the weregecko. Think we should mount the heroic horses in the museum once they rot to skeletons?

I've also updated casualty and kill tally accordingly.

Hope this update justifies the wait boys and girls!

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Re: Nokzamzatthud - Battlejudge - The War Begins. We Also need a motto.
« Reply #91 on: July 20, 2018, 06:01:42 pm »

     Congrats on surviving.....I'm back to the forge to make better and more armour.
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So! Failed to make peace, war looms, kill the infidels... what are our plans for the weekend?
The Giant Moles in the caverns of my current fort breed like crazy, even while regularly being decimated by other beasts entering them...

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Re: Nokzamzatthud - Battlejudge - The War Begins. We Also need a motto.
« Reply #92 on: July 21, 2018, 03:23:20 am »

Before i make my next journal entry, would it be possible for ya to send me screenshots of Multi and his wife's Relationships?
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« Reply #93 on: July 21, 2018, 02:50:43 pm »

Congrats on surviving..... I'm back to the forge to make better and more armour.

In between bouts of grieving. Lorbam was your dwarf's nephew, and unlike Inod's, he y'know. Actually lived here.

Before i make my next journal entry, would it be possible for ya to send me screenshots of Multi and his wife's Relationships?

Evidently Multi's only ever associated with two human bards and his family for any length of time, a 50 year old man named Tunul, and a 55 year old man named Sidaya who based on thier dreams wanted to be a warrior poet and an explorer respectively. None of multi's (rather large) extended family is house either. Should be noted counting Kadol, the son he's had here, he and Lokum have four kids, though only one here.

In stark contrast, Lokum's got an uncle and two cousins on site as well as an equally large extended family off it, and has associated predominantly with human bards (including Sidaya,) as well as the elf bard I intend to make a sergeant when she applies for citizenship, Duto. She also knows the fort's legendary chef Olon Urnjewel (who is also Kaos' husband,) and one of the two legendary carpenters, Adil Stonebasement.

Nobody has actual in-game friends besides the founders, and the above mentioned people are only passing acquaintances, but for narrative purposes that may as well be friends, since the sheer volume of shit that needs to be carted around  and constant craft good output needs to buy out all the metal, clay, glass, and drink on the human and dwarven caravans are functionally preventing any relationship cultivation.

Didn't get screenshots because seriously, the two of them both have absolutely monstrously sized extended families. Multi alone has near 80 family members among all the cousins, uncles, aunts, and nephews, as well as 9 siblings (he's the third oldest after two older sisters and four younger brothers and two younger sisters,) all four grandparents on both sides, plus his own folks. his wife has 61 and is third youngest after four brothers and two sisters, with two younger sisters behind her in family line.

EDIT: I trust nobody cares if we refer to our Fortress Guard as Judges and have it led by a dwarf named Dredd.

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Multi's Diary - Entry 3

Goddamn upstarts these days goddamnit. Went out ta shoot some elves that were fightin eachother an' took Udil with me so that I could test 'em. Found a Bear an' decided that that was good enough but the motherfucker left me right after. The Bear wasn't important, shot that thing cause I was more than pissed at th' moment, one bolt to the neck took it out and I found myself pissed an' alone. Udil yelled somethin' about me not bein' their ser- sar- commanding officer and they're goddamn right, cause if I was I woulda shot him for actin like a wus and runnin' from a fight. You're in the goddamn militia and yer runnin' from one measely little bear? That's sad to see. Damn, I need ta vent, before I tear this thing in half with the feather i'm writin' in it with...

It could be said later that night people could hear loud shouts of anger and frustration, most consisting of "GODDAMN PANSY" and "NEXT TIME ILL GIVE YA SOMETHIN' WORTH RUNNIN' FROM! YE BASTARD!". Suffice it to say most people avoided Multi's general direction for a few days until he calmed down.
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Should be noted, Udil wasn't one of Multi's squad. His marksdwarves actually did thier jobs pretty admirably, even if Enure and Mafol are collectively's a massive bitch. Nobody ran, nobody tried to charge into melee with a bone crossbow, and they all contributed once the veterans got stuck in (with multi's throat-shot kill being pretty notable actually.) Udil was the only one who ran away like a frightened child, and why he had no weapons I can only guess at.

Right now we're having a morale issue with three particular dwarves and it's almost entirely due to being alarmed/horrified/uneasy over the people who tried to kill them shockingly enough, being responded to with lethal force. There really should be a value multiplier or something to make martial cultures (like dwarves and goblins inherently) much more resistant to such things.

Lokum and Multi are also both bent out of shape but it's for mostly the same reasons, though Multi's wife has apparently gotten a boost to her excitement seeking due to all the dead people.

Quite frankly I need to limit the work load somehow. Everyone's sad because they don't have time to pray, or they don't have friends, or family to spend time with. Even though it seems like everyone and thier cousins take the time to go read at the library.

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Should be noted, Udil wasn't one of Multi's squad. His marksdwarves actually did thier jobs pretty admirably, even if Enure and Mafol are collectively's a massive bitch. Nobody ran, nobody tried to charge into melee with a bone crossbow, and they all contributed once the veterans got stuck in (with multi's throat-shot kill being pretty notable actually.) Udil was the only one who ran away like a frightened child, and why he had no weapons I can only guess at.

Right now we're having a morale issue with three particular dwarves and it's almost entirely due to being alarmed/horrified/uneasy over the people who tried to kill them shockingly enough, being responded to with lethal force. There really should be a value multiplier or something to make martial cultures (like dwarves and goblins inherently) much more resistant to such things.

Lokum and Multi are also both bent out of shape but it's for mostly the same reasons, though Multi's wife has apparently gotten a boost to her excitement seeking due to all the dead people.

Quite frankly I need to limit the work load somehow. Everyone's sad because they don't have time to pray, or they don't have friends, or family to spend time with. Even though it seems like everyone and thier cousins take the time to go read at the library.

Yea I know he isn't one of Multi's squad, though I am glad that my dwarves did good. Gods, I'm married to either a psycho or a badass though, and I love it! Maybe my wife should be on the militia too...
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Well she's in now, in Inod's unit. She was the only one close enough to deal with a chinchilla attack.

In other news, we're slated to become the capital soon, and two people have inherited nobility titles for one reason or another. Vucar also now has a weretortoise and an ettin under his belt.

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Well here's hoping Inod doesn't get her killed, who knows, maybe she can help him shape up.
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Okay, so I'm telling you guys up front I've cheated with DFhack's fill need command. There are four reasons.

1. As and Mafol wouldn't just fucking snap so I could bury them and be done with it. I was sick of them taking up Nish's time when needed her on excavation and slapping me with job cancellations.
2. Enure I think had Nish stuck in attend meeting mode because she had been arrested.
3. Exiling people isn't the dwarven way. Elves exile trouble makers. Dwarves make them suffer.
4. For whatever reason, nearly everyone was complaining about not getting to go to temple despite us getting to a point where they should have been able to go and fill the need. I dunno if it's meaning to imply everyone needs a personal shrine (stupid and impractical,) or for whatever reason the shrines available weren't "good enough" or too crowded or what. Additionally, there were constant "Lack of decent meals" complaints, which makes no sense if they want "exotic" foods that are impossible to get even via trade because of the neighbors you have available.

The stress system seriously needs to be re-evaluated for how certain things are handled.

EDIT: I'm sure Inod will be fine as a commander once his discipline's up enough. He finally recovered and isn't responding too poorly to undead and such.

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Just a bump to let you guys know that the whole drawing thing's been eating up time like a son of a bitch this week, so I'll be hammering out an update for Saturday.

You guys have any ideas for drawings I could do from the fort? That aren't the massive clusterfuck that killed Lorbam and Teshil, that is.

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     A nice, serene scene of dorfs praying in the temple.  Or an interpretation of the sweatshop workshop area where the dorfs create amazing masterpieces.
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The Giant Moles in the caverns of my current fort breed like crazy, even while regularly being decimated by other beasts entering them...

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     A nice, serene scene of dorfs praying in the temple.  Or an interpretation of the sweatshop workshop area where the dorfs create amazing masterpieces.

A line of angry dwarves waiting outside the temple which has an “Occupied” sign
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     A velvet rope blocking the entrance to the temple, guarded by a bouncer with a clipboard whose favourite expression to any angry dorf demanding access, "Youse not onna list...."

     Can we get a list of the non-dorf residents of BattleJudge and what their position in the community is?
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     A nice, serene scene of dorfs praying in the temple.  Or an interpretation of the sweatshop workshop area where the dorfs create amazing masterpieces.

A line of angry dwarves waiting outside the temple which has an “Occupied” sign

     A velvet rope blocking the entrance to the temple, guarded by a bouncer with a clipboard whose favourite expression to any angry dorf demanding access, "Youse not onna list...."

     Can we get a list of the non-dorf residents of BattleJudge and what their position in the community is?

The Battlejudge Temple: The most happenin' nightclub in the world!

As to the nonhuman residents, none of them have any great standing, and consist almost exclusively of humans from either the Confederacy or the Union. There's also 4 elves (three bards, one scholar,) and a glut of elf-raised humans.

Non-humans of note presently discounting Duto who hasn't come into a position of notoriety yet, are Thothil, the elf scholar, and the humans Salore who serves as an axewoman in the militia and Gisep the Old, a swordswoman.

EDIT: Y'know what's fun? The power going out randomly for 10 minutes right after you finish designating a big digging project.
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