Hey, guys. So, my latest fort has been having something of a weretapir problem.
It's not the best. It all started with Emoth, the big bad Weretapir who rolled into my sleepy little outpost looking for a fight before my militia had quiiiite gotten off the ground yet. Ultimately, he was slain without too much trouble, despite being able to run around the outside bothering my outdoorsy people. It seemed like the incident was handled...
Suffice it to say it was not. I somehow managed to miss that dear old Urdim the soap maker had got his ass bitten, and he proceeded to tapir out in the middle of the fortress entryway, slaughtering several before he was killed. Then next month, Mebzuth the brewer and Domas the hunter went tapir in the middle of the workshops and managed to kill a bunch and injure a whole lot more before they went down, including several visiting human musicians and half my military. Now my hospital is full of injured assholes just waiting to go Tapir on us along with who knows how many walking around, half my fortress is reeling from emotional shock, most of my labor force has been wiped out, and I have totally lost control of this situation.
But fret not - despite the fact that Spottedurns was a small outpost with no competent military and barely any defenses established, its population is far from helpless. I have devised a rather, um, inelegant solution to the Tapir Problem...
This is Spottedurns, bitches. You want it, come and take it.So, yeah, I've drafted every single citizen and equipped them all with shitty iron axes. When the next Tapir Moon rises, I fully expect the fort to descend into a bloodbath. Will update with pictures when that happens.
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Topic: Spottedurns: And so the nightly hunt begins... (Read 4784 times)