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Recent fort changes have apparently made some of the dwarves act in strange manners.
One swordsdwarf decided to change his name to Jjgamor. He has made one kill so far.
One dwarf comes into my office claiming that he was once the captain of a crew of pirates and that he will now only refer to himself as Captain Brunon Von Stoven III.
Looking at his general appearance, I found this doubtful, but decided to still give him a nice little “piratey” job. The deck swabber!
My subordinate mechanic also suddenly decided to change his name to Jamesadelong.
He says he will bring neo classical sanity to the fort… whatever that means.
And finally one particularly weird dwarf came up and started calling himself the “Atomic Avocado”…
I don’t even know what an avocado is, although judging from his strong and rarely sick body and farmer's job, I assume they must be some kind of vegetable good for one’s health.
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But anyways, with everything in their place, all that’s left to do is to dig out the last square. Naturally no one would do so even when threatened with the prospect of being forbidden from drinking any alcohol for a month, until one little dwarf from a distance cried out “I’ll do it!”
Conan was her name, a rather unusual name, but with the events happening around lately, I guess it shouldn’t be anything abnormal. Conan was extremely strong, although somewhat clumsy, and she had a very good sense for relationships which worried me that her death might greatly demoralize the rest of the fort. But still, with no one else volunteering, I gave her permission to go.
Slowly, she makes her way to the bottom of the fort.
Although her voice was calm, we could see the nervousness in her eyes as her pick continuously slipped out of her hands despite her status as a legendary miner, but eventually, she gets a good swing, and with a single resounding *tink* the entire fort held its breath as the floor beneath her crumbled to reveal what was unmistakably the beginning of Hell itself.
Terrifying screams echoed through the air. Conan, in her panic, dared not look back as she dashed for the stairs, but before she managed to reach the doors, a massive hail of fire shot forth and in the wink of an eye, she was incinerated.
Her death however, shall not go unavenged.
The demons, occupied in their senseless destruction of some nearby floor grates, were completely oblivious to the nearby support which trembled for a moment before collapsing under the weight of an entire ceiling.
A massive explosion like shockwave resounded throughout the fort as the entire first wave of the demonic army found itself buried under more than a metric kiloton of earth and stone. Observers state that nearly sixty demons were crushed beneath that ceiling, which brings high hopes for the fight to come.
The demons of course, were unphased by these losses as they continued their non-tiring advance further into the fort.
Aftermath of explosion
The second cave-in trap went off which sent yet another massive quake rocking the earth. Whether it was because of poor design or just simply bad luck, only one creature died while all the other monsters were either above the trap or to the side.
Nevertheless, I still have hope for they have yet to pass our good ol’ spike field of death. Though the demons were known to possess nearly indwarven levels of agility, they advanced slowly, almost cautiously, towards the field of spikes.
One particularly hasty spectre charged straight into the hallway, only to find itself skewered into pieces and its innards flying apart as a phalanx of menacing spikes impaled its body and wings. A fire monster also got impaled which subsequently made it burst into flames. Demon parts flew everywhere and demon corpses strewed the ground. One particularly resilient inferno creature managed to survive three direct hit spikes, but not without losing three of its legs in the process. But still, a few lucky ones did manage to make it through in one piece.
Only a fraction of the already heavily dwindled demon forces remained, with many of them having lost body parts and the like. The few that could still walk/fly/hover advanced onward into the prisoner arena.
All it took was a pull of a lever as the demons had suddenly found themselves buried under a pile of trolls and goblins alike. All that was left to do now was just to sit back, watch the show, and eat avocado flavored popcorn made from the Atomic Avocado himself.
Immediately, the demons reacted by spewing flame and fire upon their newly entered combatants. The goblins, though armed and numerous, were swung aside like ragdolls by the demons’ terrifying assault.
The Inferno Monster from earlier on who lost 3 of her 4 limbs was still kicking and firing with whatever he still had.
One particularly gruesome and demonic way of slaughtering was seen when a winged monster strangled a goblin crossbowman to an inch of his life before engulfing his face in a massive ball of fire.
But still, the goblins fought back with what they could. Their blows, though small and weak in comparison, were done with just as much determination, and with many many more hands.
Blood and corpses peppered the arena as combatants from both sides began to fall. Massive carnage consumed the arena in an orgy of fire, flying body parts, and desperate goblin screams. None of the prisoners would live to see another day.
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One monster manages to make it out of the prisoner arena and the order to activate the Obsidianizer is given.
The obsidianizer floods…
And apparently hasn’t solidified correctly due to what I believe must be pressure imbalances, but anyways it now blocks off access from the demon grounds to our grounds. All that is needed to reopen access is a pickaxe.
Dozens of goblins dead, hundreds of demons either crushed or impaled, and only a single dwarf sacrificed to do so.
Deathgate has never seen a finer day.
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