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TildeATH posted:Could somebody remind me again which lever you pull to raise the bridge in case a vile force of darkness arrives? The levers are detailed in my overseer's notes for you  (I'm not even sure you can put notes on levers anymore). Good to see you managed to figure it out. Edit edit: Is there a "this drat buggy game" reason Rawkking is still leading her squad, or have you just decided not to do the military reorganization necessary to relieve her? Rawkking fucked around with this message at 04:02 on Aug 31, 2012 |
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scamtank posted:It's a shame we can't alter the combat properties of crutches yet. Well, glumprongs are high-density trees found in the Fields of Vice, so with a carpenter's workshop and a dedicated stockpile...
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TildeATH posted:Also lost were... Idles. Good news, TildeATH: your cousin's moving in!
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Wow if the goblins stuck around (particularly the two squads of cavalry) they could have done some serious damage. But they didn't, and seven dead is light for sending that siege on its way.
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Male Man posted:Good news, TildeATH: your cousin's moving in!  
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Willie Tomg posted:Wow if the goblins stuck around (particularly the two squads of cavalry) they could have done some serious damage. But they didn't, and seven dead is light for sending that siege on its way. Yeah I was expecting far worse results, given that the master happened to show up. Goblins really want us off their land.
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quote:"I know, and the toddlerseer said to forbid all their goods, we don't want some idiot running out here and getting stabbed or crushed trying to retrieve a sock. Hey, who is that, and why isn't he coming inside?"  If The Archivist isn't female, then Antitonic has a HELL of a lot of explaining to do.
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Tunicate posted:
Don't blame me, I'm just an adorable little kiddie. You're the parent, you sort it out.
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TildeATH, your updates are just great. I love the move away from the traditional journal format to something more... erm... scenic? Episodic? In any case, the fortress really comes alive in your writing. And I love how you take the effort to incorporate further details like the Stonesense shot or Legends overview of the battle. And I also love Die Zombie Die's "journals" that breath some life into the sequestered Ugathian part of the fortress. Not sure if you aren't taking too much liberties though (unless TildeATH agreed to them).
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We talked some about it. I can only make suggestions as to what the desecration would like, but he has full control of course. There are many ways that we don't end up doing anything besides playing in the muck and it will all still flow together. Take for example building our own workshops that I proposed. He and I know that right now we are unable to, je can make it go either way and i will just roll with it. At the very least it provides a view from the inside of the holding area.
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I'm all in favor of people making stuff up in their journals and then trying to incorporate it into the storyline. Audience participation, in my opinion, really spices thingss up. Sometimes it's a challenge (like finding a good place for the pool) but I find it makes the whole overseer thing more fun. For instance:  My plan all along was to start the oppressin' and base the new High Priest of Ugath off of whoever stood up to it the most, and give out power to whoever was happy to jump in and oppress. Not because I wanted forum drama, I frankly have enough confidence in the folks here that they know it's a story (and I wasn't going to kill through neglect or direct action any dwarf) but because it inflects the story. Obviously, I wanted to tell a story with the fort, and that's part of the reason I was aggressive with the siege. If I could fight them off, then not only does that tell a good story, but it also means I've got the rest of the year pretty safe (barring minotarrs, necromancers, forgotten beasts, or kobold krusades) so that I can focus on the Ugathine Rectification. Oh, by the way, I went a wandering through Amon Otho to find out what a real high priest of Ugath was called, and what, in a word, their religion was about, but dwarf cities don't gen by default, so does anyone know where this is in the save raws? I want to hand out titles for the new monastery and I want them to be right. Edited to add: Tunicate posted:
Fixed. Maybe now we know the reason why she didn't want to come inside... TildeATH fucked around with this message at 16:59 on Aug 31, 2012 |
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TildeATH posted:Oh, by the way, I went a wandering through Amon Otho to find out what a real high priest of Ugath was called, and what, in a word, their religion was about, but dwarf cities don't gen by default, so does anyone know where this is in the save raws? I want to hand out titles for the new monastery and I want them to be right. The titles vary between cults, and you can see the title in the group's history whenever someone seizes power. The Lustful Cult was ruled by a "high tomb". The Coven of Guts had a "sacred mold".
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High Muck is a great name considering our location and that pool of muck we have to walk thru added the perfect touch. I love where this story is going and various sides people are taking. I didn't believe tildeath was going to kill us off, but I accept that my dwarf could possibly be find martyrdom by standing up to the man(child). If that happens I already have a plan in place should I get picked for overseer when it is all about to burn down.
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 Unkown Date, 240  "Massssterr...your spiess have learned that a child hass been named Oversseer of Bronzessstabbed." "Thank you Ghahk...So a babe now leads Kilrudzat against me. Perhaps there is a way to eliminate this complication to my plans in a simple manner..."...here, Ghahk. Take this tablet and see to it that it is delivered to Bronzestabbed. Be sure that it passes through the 'proper' channels-I do not wish to waste this opportunity.""Yesss Massssterr!"*ROYAL PRIORITY MESSAGE-OVERSEER'S EYES ONLY *TO: THE OVERSEER OF KILRUDZAT, "BRONZESTABBED" *FROM: 'SANKIS' IMPORTANT DISCOVERY MADE BACK AT CAPITAL AND VERIFIED INDEPENDENTLY PULLING ALL THE LEVERS IN BRONZESTABBED WILL REVEAL THE LOCATION OF BEERCANDY MOUNTAIN FINDING BEERCANDY MOUNTAIN IS NOW INCLUDED WITHIN 'NOBLE WORKS' AND SHOULD BE MADE A PRIORITY RETURN MESSAGE WITH FINDINGS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. "If I may, my Lord?""Speak, Cottonmouth.""It is probable that such a young dwarf does not know how to read on his own.""...oh well it was worth a shot."
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Tilde, I went ahead and gave "Felsite, Pt. II" and "Felsite, Pt. III" titles to your latest two updates, based on the title of the first Felsite update, but please correct me if the invasion actually laps into the next month or whatever. As for figuring out how and where the various dwarves died, if you post the general log somewhere (pastebin?) someone will have the fortitude to sift through it. It's in the base Dwarf Fortress directory, called "gamelog.txt." I'm particularly interested in how Anela died, since she's an experienced combatdwarf with a history of successful fights.
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  4th Malachite, 240 Three-Phase stood on the table, yelling for attention. "My people! My people!! We have much to be proud of! All of us! Though we have lost friends and beloved pets..."   "...and some of us who lived have suffered grevious injuries both physical..."     "...and mental..."   "...be kind to those of your people, like Helical Nightmares, who have lost another member of their family..."  "...and be patient to those, like Enzer, who may express their frustration in a different way..."  "...but let us not forget that we have victory--a field littered with our enemy's dead, and prisoners to do with as we will..."    "...and heroes, whose names and titles will live in legend..."   "...like Peas, whose exploits against a legion of ogres will not soon be outdone..."  "...which brings me to my two-sceptre plan and the upcoming election for mayor. Our two most hallowed warriors, Rawkking and Peas, and many others like Enzer and Olesh, all revere Ugath. We cannot simply banish them to a pit. My people, I am just a mayor, and not the overseer, just a simple veteran and non-Ugathite, who counsels reconciliation and an end to this silly oppression. A vote for me is a vote to end the oppression."   Ikubi Akius was busy moving her things into Three Phase's office. She'd hastily promoted him to Militia Commander, to keep him from complaining about the lopsided election. She looked up to see the Hammerer standing in her new doorway. "It's Enzer." Chickenfrogdwarf said. "What, did she punch another rooster?" "No, something a bit larger."  "How's Araganzer?" "Bruised, but in good spirits."  The mayor's jaw set. "I won't have the start of my political career be marred by looking soft on crime. They'll all laugh at me."  "What do you want me to do, hammer her for a little fist fight that leaves a dwarf a bit bruised?" "You won't hammer her because she's an Ugathite!" "Enzer? She barely knows the opening muck prayer, when everyone knows she's an ardent worshipper of Lorsith! Many who worship Lorsith give a moment to Ugath, since the muck occurs when the ocean meets the shore." "We need a hammerer we can trust. And we can no longer tolerate even the slightest Ugath worship. Anyone who has any Ugathine inclinations is hereby banished!" "But you're just the mayor, you can't replace me. Only the overseer--" Both realized the truth at the same time, and started running across the fortress. Whoever found the fickle toddlerseer first would get their way, especially if they gave the brat a piece of exceptional eagle tallow roast, which he ate now almost to the exclusion of all other food. It was an odd, taffy-life candy, made in the traditional method. When Chickenfrogdwarf found tilde, the child's face was already covered with eagle tallow and crushed prickleberry spice. Ikubi Akius stood smiling behind him.  "Umf," the child said, trying to swallow some of the orange-brown substance, "You're not the hammerer anymore." He took another massive bite. "Mahmf Miffili ith."  "Tell him the rest," Ikubi said smiling. "Mmmf." Tilde looked bored and spoke in a monotone recitation. "Any one who worships Ugath, even a little bit, is hereby banished to the monsteree. I order a wheelbarrow--" "Burrow," Ikubi said helpfully, "It's called a burrow." Tilde sighed and turned toward her. "I'm the OVERSEER! Not YOU!" He then turned back to a still shocked Chickenfrogdwarf. "I order a burrow to enforce this edict. No Ugathers are allowed past the smelly pool." TildeATH fucked around with this message at 20:05 on Aug 31, 2012 |
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I'm liking where this is going. Just one thing...TildeATH posted:"...which brings me to my two-sceptre plan and the upcoming election for mayor. Our two most hallowed warriors, Rawkking and Ugath, and many others like Enzer and Olesh, all revere Ugath. I'm guessing you meant to say Peas instead of Ugath here.
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Jazzimus Prime posted:I'm guessing you meant to say Peas instead of Ugath here. You're probably right. That or I've uncovered the Instantiate Deity component of Lepermod. Post edited.
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You sons of bitches. Look, I was as eager as anythin' to smack some poor criminal bastard with good old fashioned justice. But dwarves havin' scraps is just in our nature. I checked on Araganzer after the brawl and he was right as rain. No dwarf no matter how plastered would give two shits 'bout that whole mess. But oh no, not this one. Gotta swipe up every last scrap of power she can get her rotten little hands on and hoppin' on the Ugath hating minecart's a nice shortcut. Wouldn't be surprised if that bitch has elf blood. Really, it's kinda funny. I kept bitchin' and bitchin' about I wanted to pull off some dwarven justice, and yet I bailed out. The one shot I get to just hammer away on some poor sap and I don't take the chance. Guess I'm not as much of a hardass as I thought. I just couldn't enjoy myself beating on some poor bastard who I know didn't do a drat thing to deserve it. What gets me right burnin' with rage is that little poo poo we stuck on the high chair. A few nice meals and a pair o' lips on his arse and that elfspawn shuts off his ears and happily tells me to go gently caress myself. Now Vox has the shiny seat as Hammerer and us men of Ugath are gettin' carted off. Look, I can take the persecution. It's a bunch of stupid poo poo being thrown around by drunken hicks who want the high chair backed by that little bastard. The wife seems like she's been doin' alright through the whole thing too, her position's provin' a lot more secure then mine. But they took my job. They took my loving job. I don't even give a drat how this whole mess turns out anymore. I just want to see that little bastard and his mayor's heads on a goblin's pike.
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Antitonic posted:Don't blame me, I'm just an adorable little kiddie. You're the parent, you sort it out. If parents were supposed to sort these things out, would we have a toddler as an overseer?
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Malachite, 240: Letter to Racktest Well Mom, Well Dad. Somehow I've survived three years despite all your scorn. I set out from the mountainhomes a fat weak joke, lazy and cowardly according to your own words Dad. Don't even pretend I don't know about your sermons. All the recent migrants from Racktest know all about Mistem Morulal, the fire and brimstone High Anvil of Etest. They tell me all about how you're still preaching death upon the followers of Ugath, blaming them for all the problems of the Rare Ship, implying them to be descended from the disgusting union of dwarf and goblin. It might shock you, make you disown me, renounce my name and existence entirely, but I reject your dogma. In fact I reject all dogma. When I was lying injured on a creaking tower-cap bed, halucinating from blood loss, I saw an eagle soaring through a crack in the ceiling. The beauty of it, combined with a certain state of delirium resulting from the dwarven rum they poured down my throat as the last bits of tendon were trimmed off from my ankle stump and Markus_Cz sealed the wound with a burning brand, hardened what resolve I previously lacked. I finally decided it was my duty to tell you that I am godless. Yes. The daughter of a High Anvil is godless. I hope that some neighbour sees this slate before you smash it and spreads your shame to all the Dwarves of Racktest. And before you dismiss this as the talk of a fat and lazy woman who overindulges in food and drink, know this. While I am not I poo poo trains, I am considered a dependable axedwarf. You always preach of the godliness of slaughter, but I don't seem to recall you ever smiting an enemy. Know this father, I am the death of trogdolytes, killer of goblins. I am the sharpened crutch in the Night. And I will be a greater dwarf than you ever will. Attached to the slate is another featuring a bitching engraving of NineOfEight and a goblin. Nine of Eight is holding a crutch and laughing. The goblin is crying.
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5th Malachite 240 Chicken Chaser Enzer "Dead dwarfs walking. Walking The Mucky Mile!" Slick hurried over and began watching the new comers start trudging down the long hallway towards what was to be their new home. "Looks like quite a few. I wonder what has happened." He spoke to no one in particular, but the dwarf who let out the call gave a grunt in answer. Things were already getting hectic around the place and now with so many more it would add to the tension with sleeping arrangements and supplies. Especially since a crackdown appeared to have taken place in Bronzestabbed proper and items had stopped arriving via private ways. "And that is how it happened." Chickenfrogman finished his story looking down at his hands as if he still felt the weight of the hammer he once held. His fists clenching involuntarily around the shaft no longer there. Several nearby dwarves who were also listening spat onto the ground when it was over to show their disgust at what was transpiring. Slick sat upon his soap box shaking his head at how quickly anger had taken over as well as the thirst for power and greed. "What about", he began but was interrupted by one of the Bronzestabbed side guards called out, "Chicken Chaser Enzer coming thru!" Slick looked back to the others and noticed that everyone was trying very hard to keep their face neutral. "What is that about?" Chickenfrogman was hesitant to answer. "Apparently Enzer had a problem with one of the cocks. She... uh. Well, she choked it." "She choked the chicken!" I said, but as soon as I said the words laughter erupted around me. Once they managed to get ahold of themselves, Peas finished the rest. "She just beat it. I heard it is quite stiff, but may still be edible." I had no reply to this and decided to go back to my original question. "What about weapons, do any of you still have some?" Several raised their hands and Rawkking stepped forward. "I would not count on it for long. We will have to turn them in once they remove us from squads." I looked at him, "Why cant you just keep them or hide them?" He took a low breath then answered. "It is something that is done during every military dwarfs training. It is as if we are compelled to turn them in no matter our own wishes. I can not explain more than that." I could not imagine doing something like that. I glanced at his bronze spear longingly wishing that I could run my hands down the long shaft. I imagined taking hold of it and thrusting it in and out of my foe. It looked magnificent. I quickly wiped the slight amount of drool that had managed to leak out and thanked them all for taking the time to tell of what had happened. Notes of Bronzestabbed were getting fewer and with recent events they may not have any on the other side at all. Their only hope was that some have managed to keep their affiliation with Ugath a secret still and somehow will step up and make themselves available to help. He glanced up and wondered how much compacted mud was between the roof of the hall and the bottom of the river. That plan was a last resort though. Plans within plans within plans began to form. They needed picks. That had to come first.
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Diary of Yeol Bellsfissures, Battlefield Surgeon 4th Malachite, 240 Well. I suppose this whole "maceman" thing may yet have a silver lining to it. I have invented a whole new medical field today.  I call it brain surgery.
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I'd really love to see more pictures of the fortress in the updates (instead of just text), especially of the Ugathian enclave. TildeATH, perhaps you could silently take a bunch of screenshots of the Mucky Mile and environs and pass them privately to Die Zombie Die, so he could include them in his posts? (Since you don't seem to write from the perspective of Ugathians and therefore have no reason to show the place)
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Internet Kraken posted:
There's not a single elite crossbow goblin this time around. Archers, man the ramparts!
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Ustosil Masos Emen Brothers, sisters, listen to my words. Those of small mind have confined us to this pit, imagining it to be our prison and tomb. Nothing could be further from the truth! All of us have lost, and all of us face adversity, but in adversity we grow strong. The easy path of gilded tables and gemstone windows is not for us; we are shaped by our grandfather in the pit as the stone is shaped by the chisel. His are the sicknesses that tear away the weak. His is the new growth of flesh that show the future of our race, of all life! If they put us in the dark, we will sharpen our vision. If they make us sleep in the dirt, we will harden our skin. If they feed us nothing but blood gnats, we will strengthen our guts. Let them grow fat and weak. Let them test themselves against the goblins without our might and be cast down. Let them rot from the inside. Our time will come soon enough, and when it does, we we be merciful. We will show them the true ways that our grandfather has given to us, and they will come to understand.
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A terrible force of darkness has arrived, and that can mean only one thing: opportunity! Even though I started as an orphan working at a fishery by the docks, I bootstrapped myself up to the forges of Paintfamous. You don't do that without being able to seize a little thing called 'the day'. A siege is a time for a dwarf to make a statement. To take a stand. To be recognized. What diary? By fighting? Oh Gods no. That's mood talk. No, no, no. I am writing about branding. In the aftermath of the inevitable slaughter, people will look to why their loved ones died, and I will console them, letting them know it is okay, and letting them know that maybe they should try armor made by me. Not the dwarf who makes armor people DIE in. Noone has died in battle wearing armor I made yet*! The I'm So Sorry For Your Loss Armory where we say "It isn't your fault, but it isn't mine either". *in bronzestabbed
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I think this about sums it up... Update with the details coming later tonight.
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Qwo posted:And then the fortress proper gets wiped out, leaving only Ugathville. You might be onto something.
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17th Malachite 240 Yes, yes, I lost the elections again. Actually I did not campaign very hard. I put up a couple of pieces of paper with my slogan ('Kaishai: Because We Aren't Trading Earrings Anyhow') in the halls for the sake of the thing, but the comedy nights have been somewhat lackluster since the Ugathite persecution started so they weren't worth a fight with Three Phase now. The two-scepter plan is going nowhere, and I really have to get rid of this pot of rot before someone takes it for a tribute to Ugath. That gives me an idea! Shortly later: I dumped that mess in the pool because a few globs of congealed mushroom goo couldn't make the years-old blood much more disgusting. Here's the question I have. I don't worry for the Ugathites. Well, I do, but we're all dwarves and sooner or later everybody will get so drunk we forget what we were fighting about. I want to know what we're going to do with the goblins. There they are in cages! Unslaughtered! Unroasted! Why, when we know of Ripewhips, have they been allowed to live even a day? The kind of enemies that actually kill us belong in a furnace, or a butcher's shop, or in a craftshop being turned to bone jewelry, or in a mason's shop having blocks dropped on them, or in a clothier's shop being dressed in silly costumes and made fun of before those costumes are set on fire. Although I recommend the furnace. Is the delay a symptom of the evil disease or is TildeATH just distracted playing with Shedlisid again? Maybe I worry too early? It's not like any of those goblins have candy for the Overseer; there's no reason he should want them alive. Good thing the traps didn't catch a snatcher though. But that gives me another idea. Just in case, I'm going to ask some weavers to make me goblin effigies to hang in my office. Then I'll fill them with sweets. If any more murderous children stop by I'll encourage them to beat sweets out of dead goblins and maybe that will be a good influence. 15 Galena 240 Wonderful. Maybe we'll invite this bunch to a party after the siege! Kaishai fucked around with this message at 05:30 on Sep 1, 2012 |
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Hoping my laziness in writing a journal entry doesn't lead to dorfme dying before I get to it 
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Galena 240 Utu Exuz, "The Onslaught of Clashes" In the late summer of 240, The Vice of Breaches attacked The Noble Work at Bronzestabbed. The goblin Damsto Maligntrade the Ultimate Sides of Imprisoning led the attack. Long should dwarves remember the name of Almef Fancybottled the Ancient Serpent of Saturninity, a human warrior who was eventually killed by Olngo Patternlie, who escaped the battle. Almef killed five goblins on his own, and was part of the caravan guard that killed eight goblins and an ogre and likely saved Bronzestabbed by blunting the siege.  They tried to hold off the ogres and goblin swordsmen while the wagons and merchants fled, but goblin crossbowmen cut them off and the entire human caravan was wiped out to the last.  The two Ugathine squads were called up, and Gnu Order (fresh with recruits and certified clean of Ugathism) joined with The Walled Skies, a Mucksquad led by Kerrhyphen. They manned the tower, though ValiantMan decided to stand outside. Because of the banishing of the Ugathists, most everyone was wearing a U (for Muckist) or C (for Clean, or without any Ugath taint) which makes for very poor battle reports where "C smashed the Ogre with his mace!". Fitzy Fitz is the first to get to the tower, and immediately begins shooting at the assembled goblin crossbowmen.  It's around now that we realize that not only does the burrow include the open area next to the tower, but that there are meeting areas and statue gardens all over it, so the burrow is hastily amended to get various "On Break" dwarves the Hell out of the firing line, because the marksgobs on the other side can shoot straight into this area. And while it's amusing to see Honk Honk Honk take the shortcut and get freaked out, it's not the way to win a battle. Here's Saith, who thought it was a good idea to bring a baby up here:  You can see ValiantMan above her, drawing all the fire from Marksgobs. All of it.   But by now we've got a few marksdwarves up in the tower, including some lunatic who starts singing while they shoot gobs.   At which point, the Pikemaster leading the eastern marksgobs gets an arrow in the leg, fracturing it, and causing his retreat with his troops.  Smelling blood in the water, the melee dwarves are sent out to engage the remaining gobs and ogres.  While dwarves savage the ogres and chase the gobs from the field, they receive bad news.  The ogres are handled in typical fashion. Peas kills four of them, Kerrhypen adds an ogre to the two goblins he killed.  The rest are handled admirably, and there is only one grizzly setback in the entire action. Poor ZeeToo, who only too recently lost her husband...   With only one death among the defenders, Utu Exuz is considered another victory for Bronzestabbed. While we must take a moment to remember the sacrifice of the dozen or more humans in the caravan, and the shameful use of Ugathine troops in this desperate time, it's not so bad. Bronzestabbed: Losing is fun, but so is winning.
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