Part the First: SpringI have the honour of running our glorious fort for the nest year! This will be glorious for the revolution. I can smell Spring and all the--
excuse me what?!?
Uhhh it has been what, two days? Already? At least there aren't that many...
O look, a Kiwi, heh, heheheh, ahem.
Alright, everybody, get inside! I've been informed we have a military. They have been stationed in the hallway just in case.
Run, you fools!
I.... retract my statement of "there aren't that many".
Crap.
...
I TOLD YOU TO STAY
INSIDE!
...
Maybe they can handle it?
Not the cat!
Necromancer's dead, at least! From a punch to the eye, no less!
Maybe the zombies will leave now?
That's a no and-
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?! Don't you see how many there are? Come on... please? no? okay....
Time to close the gate- wait.
You're telling me these three are evacuating
pulling a heavy boulder each!?!
Come on, just get in! We can't keep the gate open forever!
I mean, look what's coming!
One of them is a master carpenter. Their loss would be very disadvantageous, but they still cling to that boulder. Why?
Gulp
That's not very good, is it? I'm not a military expert.
It is unoertunate, but we will have to sacrifice the ones left outside. We can't let the enemy get in.
Last fighter left. Not looking good
WHY is NOONE pulling the lever!?
Finally!
You!
You're the hero, the only one who put down their booze to save Runlance!
You shall be honoured
Meanwhile, I can only helplessly watch the last moments of our last fighter...
Astesh Bittenpants, you fought well.
Heh. Seems your pants were bitten
Excuse me?
Excuse me?
Priorites? You're about to die, and this?
Eventually, even the best of us tire, and Astesh passed out from fatiguw, and was swiftly beheaded. Ouch.
I have been informed of a strange individual among the intruders
Who are these Night Hands?
It is a sad day. We need something to cheer us up, such as-
Material beauty? Sure!
Pipes? kids? Sure!
I have been informed that one member of our military survived. Apparently, they obeyed the order to stay inside. They will be commended for this! A promotio-
Walking corpses!? Inside?!
In the brisge? How? It's sealed!
Oh
Oh
Some roots must have grown through the roof, and those damned beasts crawled inside!
Quick, seal it off, lest they get inside!
...
They have taken our booze. We are sealed off. This could end badly. I must come up with a solution, lest we go sober...
I have it! We will trap the hallway, and lure them in!
Image placeholderAnd quickly wall up that hole!
Success! we can drink again!
The enemy have... gathered into a bunch? Scouts report they are fighting... Giant feathered snakes?
Some older than me have identified these beasts
Apparently the results of twisted experiments. I shudder to think what else those experiments created.
On a sadder not, it seems the horrors outside have caused negative effects on our comreade Delphanso.
Another of our comrades seems to have gone mad, no doubt from the horrors as well.
They raved in the dining room about needing a bowyer's workshop. I had one built, for I didn't want the poor fellow to suffer.
Hmm, interesting collection of items...
Meanwhile, it's pretty outside. Except for the undead. And corpses. And blood. And sunlight.
The crazed lad is done! He made... a blowpipe? Doubt we'll be able to use it, but it sure has a fancy name!
And just as that is completed, the seasons change.
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Topic: The Tales of Runlance - Year 1511 - OVERSEERS NEEDED! APPLY INSIDE! (Read 26291 times)