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SirPhoebos posted:.....oh I fixed it for you  Also, LeJackal was ready to post this afternoon, but SA was down for ages and he couldn't. So, this delay is not his fault (even though he's been posting daily which is twice as fast as requested).
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Knockknees posted:I'm the committee and LeJackal is the best. The Committee to Assess or the Committee of Asses? Because one has a significantly larger membership than the other.
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Leperflesh posted:Also, LeJackal was ready to post this afternoon, but SA was down for ages and he couldn't. So, this delay is not his fault (even though he's been posting daily which is twice as fast as requested).  I AM SO ANGRY
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 1st Timber Timber begins quietly. Nothing much requires immediate attention, so I begin the month by lining out and ordering the new renovations and streamlining. There is one large, or rather, serious project that I will tackle shortly. 8th Timber NineOfEight comes to me, full of questions. She is curious as to why no handsome dwarf has wed her yet. A troublesome problem, indeed, as marriage and procreation are central to the future propagation of our race. These tenets are fully outlined in the Reproductive Regulations that should have been provided to her, which also outline proper methodology for selecting a mate. It was the very same methods that arranged for my own marriage to the most beautiful and lovely of dwarves, Spork. If these do not help her find a husband I will assign NineOfEight to a hazardous duty to lessen the chance that her barren womb will draw on resources unfairly overlong. 15th Timber  A caravan has arrived from the outlying fortresses, bringing with it hopefully many good that this fortress needs. Three full wagons of goods that move ponderously travel through the lush hills surrounding the fort. I charge Brannock, who was assigned as the broker, to arrange for goods to be taken to the existing depot in the cramped, crowded, claustrophobic courtyard.  16th Timber  For some reason a goblin snatcher decides that this is the perfect moment to strike. This one will not escape us like the last one did, or I will file the forms to request all military units be considered for disciplinary action!  I have begun to fill out my Aggression Orders in advance, just for such an occasion.  Before the full military can bring their considerable might to bear, Pladdicus and Barbarossa are forced into deadly combat with the fiend! Pladdicus is attacked, but fleetly dodges the horrible monster's attacks! Leaping to aid, Barbossa strikes with one of the fort's finest axes!   If every dwarf in the fort was so skilled, we might not have need for a militia. 17th Timber In multiplication of this joy, a new dwarf is added to the fortress. Chaosfeather cannot even check her urges long enough to stop by the hospital. She simply delivers her baby right in the halls outside the dining room. This notation will be duly recorded in Chaosfeather's permanent file for future consideration in case factors of her life need be taken into account for matters of fortress management.  In the meantime, I subject the new baby to the GETIN protocol. Apparently, Chaosfeather has named her new child StrangeAeons.   20th Timber An ambush! Apparently these Snatchers were merely the scouting push for a larger goblin aggression. This will not stand. Kerrhyphen and Mr. Showtime discover this terrible force of doom that threatens the fort, and I immediately order the military to eliminate them.  As it turns out, Kerrhyphen is a member of our illustrious militia. A captain, no less - and the reason why is demonstrated immediately.  Mr. Showtime is just a civilian, and he flees from the scene of battle, dipping into the nearby valley. A goblin or two gives chase as Kerrhyphen continues to fire bolt after bolt. The skillfully placed bolts continue to harry the attacking goblins as backup approaches.  Three Phase the Neurotic is the first to arrive on the scene and he brings, what I understand, is called The Business.   Backup arrives in full force. Mr. Vile, Dirthy Frank, Synthorange, Genin, and Ton Ton. Also Krushdhead. Krushdhead, thankfully, studied up on Fortress Directive 26, Section E.  Section E was drafted after attempting to cope with the horror of Dead-Steve and, as Krushdhead demonstrates, instructs all axedwarves to strike for the head. As the fight rages - Another ambush! JimmytheD, run away!  It is time to time to split my forces. The One-Way Outs, Rainy Boots, Lovely Treaties, and Voxel Squad, go get the second ambush!  Pierzak, Aston, tehsid, Daeren and Gnu Sheriff stay behind to clean up the first ambush. Well done.  With the first ambush destroyed, I send all forces to crush the second. Just as a THIRD Ambush is detected!  I order all civilians inside. I will let the military crush each ambush in turn. This has simply gone on too far. 21st Timber  Ambush number 4. Everyone needs to get inside. Now. I need a drink. 23rd Timber Trading is complete, and according to Brannock trading went well! It seems that the industrious trade has scammed most of the merchants with a bevy of tattered clothes. I heartily approve of his ability to acquire goods at an asymmetric balance, particularly when he fills out the acquisition forms so neatly. Now that goblins are approaching the gates, I think it is time to attempt closing the bridge. I have discovered a series of levers, and I only hope that I select the proper lever in order to close off the fortress. Otherwise we may all, in fact. Die.  As it turns out, I was correct, and the caravan guard is there to help.   28th Timber The bowgoblins are outside the gate. Weirdly enough, a human is with them.   I order the Walled Skies to the fortified wall nearby.  It seems a goblin Snatcher snuck his way to that position.  It did not end well for any of the green fiends.  No dwarf injuries or causalities. End of Timber As the month draws to a close, I reflect on the massed combat that occurred. I am glad that there were no causalities, but this was an issue of blind luck and poor planning on the part of the goblins. Better designs for the fortress and its defenses are central to the ongoing health and safety of this fortress. For this, and other reasons, I am therefore proud to unveil the Typhus Memorial Depot and its companion, the Speedy Steve Cargo Track.  Hopefully the first step to a more agile and synergistic fortress.
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Sorry for the delay! I have been trying to get ready for a family trip back to my home state, and the forums were down. I don't know if I can keep up daily updates while out of town and dealing with the Thanksgiving holiday, but I will try. Everyone travel safely.
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LeJackal posted:I don't know if I can keep up daily updates while out of town and dealing with the Thanksgiving holiday, but I will try. "Can you delay the turkey for an hour, mom? I need to go entertain the internet!" Good luck!
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John Charity Spring posted:Twisting a sword around in that goblin's eye? Jesus. That's rough. I'm considering bestowing a qualifier to Phase Three the Neurotic on account of him being so  with the goblins. He was brutal as gently caress.
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Oh, hey, I didn't realise I was so close on the dwarfing list! My first dwarf.  Here's hoping I'm used as a shield, as honor dictates.
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We are probably experiencing that expected Turkey Holiday Related Delay. Please stand by.
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Now it's time for the holiday themed retrospective clip show! Turkeys were present in the earliest history of Bronzestabbed. Leperflesh posted:Chapter 1 Leperflesh posted:27th Slate During his overseership, Leperflesh made the startling revelation of who was really in control of the other fortresses in the civilization: quote:Morulakrul, "Pagetin", mountain halls The next overseer OhCrap does not heed this warning, which I consider a little hypocritical since we was always so demanding of heedfulness in others. OhCrap posted:From the Overseer Diary of OhCrap Mountainmist, 237, Bronzestabbed During this time, a turkey loving mayor is elected. quote:19th Hematite 238 YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE FORM OF THE DESTRUCTOR! Rawkking posted:I swear, this LP practically writes itself. There is some speculation that it was sent from the nearby clan of inbred Minotaurs that had been hassling the fortress. OhCrap posted:
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Turkey battle music: Orthogonalus posted:
Selections from the tragic battle report: Rawkking posted:I spot RedRansacker patrolling just barely to the north and shout for him to run for the hall. We may have won the battle, but the war is far from over... Rawkking posted:2nd slate They. Are. Still. Among. Us.
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Knockknees posted:Pure awesome This is great, if it means we get more dramatic re-readings/re-imagining past events I'm pretty ok with a Thanksgiving update break.
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 You know, if I thought my being elected to public office in the non-dwarfy world would cause someone, anyone, anywhere to yell 'YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE FORM OF THE DESTRUCTOR!' I would start campaigning right now.
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Hooray, caught up with the thread after, like, three days of constant reading! LeJackal, I'm enjoying your updates immensely. And I'm just about a migrant wave away from dwarfing! ...Last time, I was part of the last wave to Gemclod as it was burning to the ground. Or, I would have, had the overseer not skipped me So, uh, let's hope the trend doesn't continue.
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1st Moonstone The month begins with left over matters from the previous month. As the fortress population attempts to rebuild after the rolling ambushes, a snatcher appears.  I do not know if this goblin was left behind by his fellow evil humanoids or is a lone participant.  Evaluating his appearance doesn't help us much.   Thankfully members of our own fortress militia and the caravan guards are milling around. The evil creature cannot lift a finger to harm any citizens before he is summarily executed. 10th Moonstone At long last the farmer dwarves have finished building and seeding the new farm expansion. I credit this primarily to Spork, my wife, as she can motivate groups far better than I can. If the existing plots do not serve to supply the fortress well enough than further excavation to the north should provide plenty of space. Seed storage and workshops have been constructed nearby, which should make everything flow smoothly and efficiently. Perhaps in the future I may supply power to the area for millstones and easier grinding. For now this is a vast improvement over the scattered and random plots that used to dot the fortress.  12th Moonstone Looking over my own notes I find a reminder to form and chair a Committee for the Dissemination of Counter-Elf Educational Materials to the Youth. This month is proceeding rather quietly, and so I do so immediately. I call my wife, Spork and daughter Reverence in to fill out the committee and form a quorum. I pen the D-CEEMY agenda, naturally. For full details of the meeting, please refer to the minutes. 13th Moonstone After an exhaustive meeting over a Dwarven Syrup Roast the D.C.E.E.M.Y Committee has produced several findings and authored a new program to assist in the most vital causes of protecting Dwarven Culture. I call a meeting of all adult dwarves not assigned to essential duties in the meeting hall. "Assembled friends and citizens of Bronzestabbed! I am LeJackal, your Overseer. I know that in the last month we have lost friends and loved ones to some of the most vile and gruesome of threats. Goblins, our hated and ancestral foes have struck at us time and time and time again. Our brave military..." I pause at this point, gesturing to where I hope some members of our Militia might be standing, that they might feel honored. (This procedure is outlined in Public Fortress Speaking For Administrators, Chapter 12.) "...knows well how to handle them. With steel and courage, they lost not a single dwarf to goblins in this past month. More dangerous was the former citizen Steve, who after breathing in the doomed murk returned as an evil corpse. Though one of our bravest, youngest members was lost - and now let have a moment to remember brave Typhus, who though a recruit did not hesitate a moment to leap to the defense of his fortress and his friends - our military prevailed. Looking back into our history, great threats such as Kovest the Titan have wounded, but not destroyed us. Our might is strong!" I pause for a beat, to allow a cheer if one is forthcoming. (Chapter 8) "Despite all this, there is a threat that has hidden underneath our very beards these many years. Something that will not cut us with a blade, nor burn us with fire, or enslave us with whips - but something instead that will steal into our very hearts! I speak, of course, of the ELVES! Their loyalty is not to the mountains, or to our dwarven gods, but to the trees and themselves! For too long have these smooth-faced aliens walked among our children, poisoning them with their philosophy and religion. They seek to supplant the proud traditions of our home with their own culture, with their own morality and social custom! The cowardly wretches would whisper into the ears of our children, that each generation would grow to be less and less dwarf until one dark day we would be dwarves in flesh only! Elves in heart and mind, lost forever!" In the crowd, I spot Saith and life_source milling about. I point them out immediately. "You! Your very child, Centurium, spoke to me of the elves with gushing praise! Praise and admiration that belongs not to those snakes, but to the heroes that live and die for Bronzestabbed! Would you have your daughter tread on the ashes of Bad Munki, OhCrap, or Willie Tomg to fly into the arms of an elven tree hugger? Why are the words and names of elves on the lips of our children, where the songs of our lost and brave belong? This is no accident, my friends and relations, this is but the spearhead of their insidious plan. Knowing that they are weak, that we could crush their forces entire, that the strength of dwarven arms and armor is insurmountable, that our resolve to force is unshakeable, these cowards refuse to face us in open battle. These elves are cowards, but clever and devious in the ways of betrayal and of slow poisons - not of the body, but of the heart. They would seek to plant in our children the seeds of doom, to weaken our fortress not with swords but with words! Patient and slinking, the elves will seduce generation after generation until there is no strength left in us, until our picks and swords gather rust, until we have forgotten everything that would make us proud. There will be no grand battle then, we will simply...cease to be." My fingers almost fumble with my scrolls, pages I already read tumbling to the floor. "I know not the course of other dwarves, but for me, give me a beard or give me death! This is a new war, a war of culture and words! Our military as it is cannot do battle in the hearts of our children, we cannot simply give this struggle over to them. This is a fight in which we must all take to arms, to root out this elven disease that has infected the fortress. I have personally formed a Committee to build and direct the first weapons in this battle, the Committee for the Dissemination of Counter-Elf Educational Materials to the Youth. Through painting, posters, song, and games we can build a foothold on this new battlefield. I implore any dwarf in the fortress with the merest scrap of artistic talent to bend your mind to this task. Please submit all efforts to the Committee for judging, reproduction and dissemination. I would hope dearly that the future existence of our culture would be enough to motivate any dwarf, but to it I add this. The best article of education material will merit its creator a great prize, I swear it." I unroll my largest scroll, the efforts of many hours work in my study. "Any Overseer must lead by example. I am not the most artistic of dwarves, but I will now unveil my entry into this contest."  "Thank you all for coming. I look forward to seeing the best mind/heart weapons that this fortress can produce." 16th Moonstone At long last the central control section for the fortress has been completed. I have relocated the levers controlling the courtyard gates and well as the Typhus Memorial Depot gates to the old forge and furnace area. By placing them in a central location it should be much easier for them to be actuated in times of need. A dwarf need merely to traipse outside of the dining room, the hospital, or the dorms and pull a lever to seal off the fortress. I have applied proper matching labels to each lever so that there can be no confusion about what lever controls what mechanism.  Now that all controls for the safety devices are in place, the track is running - it is time now. The old depot is now officially decommissioned. The new Typhus Memorial Depot is now fully functional and ready to serve the needs of the fortress.  At the present it is a plain and functional depot, but in time there will be additions. Smooth stone walls, niches for statuary showcasing the grand history and traditions of the fortress, murderholes and military access, and so on. For now, it will do the job it was meant for and do it well. As an added bonus, its construction and design will isolate the traders from the fortress proper. This will help prevent the elves from spreading more of their miserable sickness of culture and philosophy. 20th Moonstone Despite the brave words in the dining hall earlier this month, I do feel a measure of apprehension. I am charged with not only the future of this fort, but of the dwarven race. The Queen herself has placed this burden on my shoulders and it is a heavy weight for any one dwarf to bear. If not for the love of my wife, Spork, and my daughter, I do not know that I handle this. I must, though. It is my duty. I know that Sankis has chosen well in me, for my cautious nature has given rise to a new thought, a better way to safeguard this fortress in the worst circumstance. An Emergency Situation Capsule.   The forges are located deep, beside plentiful magma and water. The cavern layers there provide for wood and seed, between all this a number of dwarves could live in isolation separate from the fortress. This would not be exile, as previous Overseers have attempted, but a safety measure. I intend to sequester no one there presently, but I will build a replica of our fortress in miniature. Some dormitories, farm space, storage, some excess weapons and armor. In the tragic event that the fortress is overrun, civilians can retreat to this emergency fortress. I have provided emergency measures to seal it off completely from the rest of the fortress.  They would be safe there. In time, perhaps a year, perhaps a dozen generations, they would emerge. The fortress would be retaken, and no matter the state of the world outside the Rare Ship will endure. 28th Moonstone While supervising the construction of the Emergency Fortress Measures, I see with my own eyes the blessed metal of the divines. Adamantine. We must have more of it, we must. I would see every dwarf in our militia bearing a blue weapon against our enemies. I set a new crew to work. We will harvest this. 
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SirPhoebos posted:So what's the total population of Bronzestabbed at the moment.  You're still quite a ways from being dorf'd, sorry.
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Sounds like the perfect opportunity to perform some experiments in Dwarven science and psychology, to set up some experiments for future Overseers to oversee!
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Muscle Tracer posted:Sounds like the perfect opportunity to perform some experiments in Dwarven science and psychology, to set up some experiments for future Overseers to oversee! I'm kind of surprised; is it not SOP for fortresses to make a safehold? I would have expected it to be a priority as soon as it was possible to put a few families in a pocket fortress away from everything and throw away the key.
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LowellDND posted:I'm kind of surprised; is it not SOP for fortresses to make a safehold? I would have expected it to be a priority as soon as it was possible to put a few families in a pocket fortress away from everything and throw away the key. I do it occasionally, but in most cases it isn't needed. Unless there happens to be dust zombies or lots of weird syndrome beasts or the distinct possibility of a bad spiral. Most times a fort can be buttoned up for maximum safety and it really becomes a moot point.
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LowellDND posted:I'm kind of surprised; is it not SOP for fortresses to make a safehold? I would have expected it to be a priority as soon as it was possible to put a few families in a pocket fortress away from everything and throw away the key. It depends on how fun you think losing is! I personally would rather lose a fort spectacularly than have five dwarves devastated by loss spend the next two years piling up rotting corpses and cleaning up bloodstains.
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Boing posted:That's a shitload of dwarves and surprisingly few young 'uns, my forts have always been more than half composed of children unless I took measures Who is to say that I haven't?
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We are using [BABY_CHILD_CAP:50:20] in the d_init file. What this means is there is a maximum of 50 children or 20% of the fortress population, whichever is smaller. This figure only controls births, so migrants can still be children. But I believe that the game takes immigrant children into account when deciding if anydwarf can become pregnant, so immigrants can cause you to hit the cap. The dwarfing list has about 47 live children on it. Some are probably actually adults now, since I only update the status if an overseer happens to mention the happy event of adulthood for someone, but we're certainly quite near the cap and in recent years have probably actually hit it.
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LeJackal posted:Who is to say that I haven't? If you have, and haven't been telling us, then you are a Bad Overseer 
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SirPhoebos posted:If you have, and haven't been telling us, then you are a Bad Overseer Its all right there in the relevant TPS Reports. The Tryanical Population Subjugation Reports say it all in black and white and plain language. How much time a day do you spend on TPS Reports, SirPhoebos? LeJackal fucked around with this message at 14:09 on Nov 26, 2012 |
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LeJackal posted:Its all right there in the relevant TPS Reports. The Tryanical Population Subjugation Reports say it all in black and white and plain language. If you had spelled my name right, I'd tell you, but since you haven't, LeJakal, I'm just going to assume that you must be speaking to someone else.  Fake Edit: preemptive 
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SirPhoebos posted:If you had spelled my name right, I'd tell you, but since you haven't, LeJakal, I'm just going to assume that you must be speaking to someone else. Alright, you got me! Here's a thought though, instead of cracking wise why don't you churn out some really good anti-elf educational material? You never know what the prize may be if yours is judged the best.
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LeJackal posted:Alright, you got me!  ----------ATTENTION ALL DWARVES------------- Beware the Elven threat! Fact: Elves will deny our families food and booze for the perceived 'crime' of crafting wood. Fact: Elves use Goblins as their means of stealing Dwarven children so they can raise them on a diet of vegetables and lies If you think you see an Elf in your fort, report it to the Fortress Guard, or use your fine Dwarven steel against their foul wooden armaments. Know the signs of an Elf visitation and be ever vigilant against the tall menace. Neddy Seagoon fucked around with this message at 05:38 on Nov 27, 2012 |
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Flavius Belisarius posted:How are we to know which of us may be an elf with a fake beard, perhaps hunched over? I might have to form some kind of Committee, perhaps an Overseer's Un-Dwarfish Activities Committee, to root out elves and elven sympathizers in our ranks. Also, even if you aren't Dorf'd you can submit material to the Committee for the Dissemination of Counter-Elf Educational Materials to the Youth. The prize might just be expedited immigration papers!* *Or not. LeJackal fucked around with this message at 19:27 on Nov 26, 2012 |
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DWARVES OF THE RARE SHIP BEWARE THE POINTY-EARED MENACE ============================= Elves would have you believe that they are your friends. This is a lie. An elf is not your friend. Let us review the facts: 1. Elves not only reject the use of wood, they attempt to impose their belief system on even the Dwarves. Not even the great growths of the Underworld are safe, which as all good Dwarves know are a gift to Us by the Gods themselves, to use as We see fit. 2. Elves do not use metals or stones of any type, instead relying solely on 'nature's bounty'. Surely, Elves covet the superiority of our tools, and thus, they cannot be trusted. 3. Elves are known to DEVOUR sentient creatures, including Dwarves. DID YOU KNOW? Elves trade with Goblins for Kidnapped Dwarven Young, who are then raised SOBER by the Elves like BEASTS for SLAUGHTER. It is the duty of all True Dwarves to Exterminate this vile menace from the face of the World. If you see an Elf in the Fortress, Raise the Alarm before he Seizes your Blade and Butchers you with it! For the Gods! For your Children! For your Spouse! For the Rare Ship!
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LeJackal posted:Alright, you got me! Just remember you brought this on yourself... 
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Moonstone Today Mr Jackal made a big speech about how elves are bad and naughty. I got sleepy though so I played with Uncle Munky I drew this on a stone and put it on Mr Jackal's table. I also took one Form and put him in the fire. This made me happy. Maybe Mum and Dad can have happy spinny drink now. 
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14th Moonstone 243 A young dwarf walks up to the door of the office of LeJackal, Overseer of Bronzestabbed, and carefully unrolls a parchment upon which a note has been carefully written ---- To the Overseer, LeJackal. I have been a very diligent child for the last two years. I will soon complete my third year of life and for this I feel blessed. I have learned my letters. I have studied. I have helped with the farms as a good young dwarf should. I have spoken with elves and humans who come to trade. I have learned well from the good dwarf Doctor Markus_cz the dangers of segregation and of painting those who are different as evil and obscene. Before I was born, The followers of Ugath were declared to be evil, unclean, and shunned. They were sent to a mud filled hole and treated like filth. He has told me that had I been born sooner I would likely too have been sent to that place. I have explored it. It is not a nice place. I would not have liked it there. I spoke to Leperfish at the urging of Markus_cz. Leperfish told me why the fortress had been founded in the first place. Have you asked him why this fortress exists? Do you know the goal to which every child here including myself owes their very life? It is to fight evil. The evil that has spread through The Rare Ship. The Elves are not our enemy LeJackal. They never were. It is the evil that we can see to the very north. The evil that the goblins worship. The evil that created the murk that turned Steve and many animals into monsters. In the face of such evil we must not show fear, and yet that is what you bear within your very soul, and what you are trying to make us invite into ours. The elves have always dealt fairly with us. Their ways when dealing with us have always been simple to understand. They bring us animals, cloth, wood, and strange-yet-pleasant drink. They are no friends of the Murk. No friends of evil. They revere their woodlands in much the same way as we revere our stone. And despite everything, you cling to the rules that have failed The Rare Ship, that required the construction of this refuge and bulwark against the evil to the north. Unlike those that came before, you are afraid to find a new way when the old have so obviously failed us. You would have us fear. You would have us hate without reason. You would have us sever the bonds of friendship and trade with those that have aided us in our struggle against evil. That have made the journey to our home despite great danger to trade supplies and bring us news. I will not fear. I will not hate without reason. I will grow, learn, and understand. And when I am a child no more, I will work hard. I will continue to observe. I will learn. And I will do my best to fight evil. But I have learned that evil does not wait until you are an adult to arrive. I must stand up to evil where I see it. Even if I am a child. Your path is the path of the evil this fortress was founded to oppose LeJackal. I oppose you as I oppose Goblins. As I oppose Murk. As I oppose Corruption. As I oppose temptation. You are a Bad Overseer. Change your ways. -Pickled Tink, Loyal Child of the fortress for which he was named: Bronzestabbed. ---- The young dwarf rereads the letter, and then takes a hesitant step forward. He gathers his courage and presses it against the door as high as his small frame can reach and nails it to the door. His courage spent in that action, he flees back into the fortress. Edit to add: Loving the updates LeJackal. Please have mercy on my poor little dwarf. Pickled Tink fucked around with this message at 21:28 on Nov 27, 2012 |
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I am not well versed in the field of anatomy, but so help me I shall not sit idly by and let the future of our fortress get it in their heads that elves are anything but a menace. The call went out, and I have answered; I humbly submit to our clockwork overseer Periwinkle Infinity:  SVG Why yes I came up with the text first and made the image to match, how did you know?
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