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 28th Granite 244 My dreams are troubled. Last night I saw visions of the fortress played through the lens of history, I saw mourning dwarf after dwarf throw themselves into the magma sea, all that has been built crumble into ruin. I saw the month of Granite pass by me thrice, each time falling to a different end. In one, dwarves vanished one by one, like candles going out in the dark until only I was left, the last lonely dwarf of the Rare Ship. In another, the murk rose itself up from deep within the earth, seeping through stone and floodgate to transform this happy fort into a vast necropolis of the shambling dead. Perhaps the most chilling, though, was the vision of a dwarf gone mad, precipitating a cycle of bloodlust that was not sated by the murder of infants or elderly, but consumed the fortress entire. I woke Spork with my screaming as I was hurled from my nightmares into wakefulness. Feverishly, I hurried to my office. Steps must be taken, to preserve the fortress and its people. It is the disappearance of so many dwarves that troubles me - elf, goblin or otherwise something or someone is taking our friends and family! Tighter security and patrols will stop them, but that assumes that there is no dwarf helping them, no dwarf that would give anything to see me and my administration fail! Internet Kraken is not a threat, Krushdhead keeps him on a tight leash and her loyalty to this fortress is beyond question. The only other members of this fortress that may have the black heart and twisted mind to carry out covert dwarfnappings under an unassuming cover spring immediately to mind. They must be clever, willful, and at the same time naive. No dwarf, mature of morals, would use the lives of their fellow dwarves as toys on a game board for their own petty satisfaction. I know precisely what to do with them, and in the same stroke smoke out any of their co-conspirators. First, though, I draft Work Orders for Statues, Engravings, and improved fixtures for the dormitories. Perhaps even a grander undertaking to re-route the river through the fortress, supplying ample power and waterfalls might be in order. If only an infant insurrection was as easy to smother in the cradle as a possible Fully Unanticipated Cascade of Killing!
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Die Zombie Die posted:Awesome What is awesome is that all this kobold thief murder is rubbing off on me. Today I caught a real thief at work. LeJackal fucked around with this message at 23:07 on Dec 12, 2012 |
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Dec 12, 2012 22:44
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LeJackal posted:Whats awesome is that all this kobold thief murder is rubbing off on me. Today I caught a real thief at work. Was your real thief also carrying a large copper dagger? Or possibly a sack with a child inside?
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Dec 12, 2012 23:02
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Glory of Arioch posted:Was your real thief also carrying a large copper dagger? Or possibly a sack with a child inside? He did have a sack, though I did not have time to check for a child inside. Hopefully the Fortress Guards that took him away for a hammering will check so some poor tot doesn't suffocate.
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Dec 12, 2012 23:08
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LeJackal posted:What is awesome is that all this kobold thief murder is rubbing off on me. Today I caught a real thief at work. Was there a cage trap involved? Please tell me there was a cage trap involved! 
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 1st Slate Wulles had been complaining of late that after decorating the Queen's furnishing with metal, a great honor, he felt wasted not performing metalcraft for the fortress. In consideration of his desire to serve the fortress and our vastly overflowing stocks of Lead, I authorize him to produce lead crafts. Tiny drawf figurines, tiny hammers and anvils, things that the children of other forts or settlements might enjoy. Things that may, however slightly, impress our culture on the rest of the world. Some wars are fought through generations.  See Wulls. See Wulles Craft. Craft Wulles, Craft. 6th Slate Perhaps overexcited by the zipping minecarts of the Speedy Steve, Kal909 gives birth to a girl right beside the tracks. My wonderful wife would never give birth beside tracks, but if it suits Kal909 well enough then so it is. I ruffle through my satchel on the way there, finding the appropriate stamps and forms. By the time I arrive to go through the GETIN protocol she has already named the child Quixzlizx.     Welcome to the fort, Quixzlizx. 8th Slate The Royal Apartments are finally completed, filled with silver and electrum furnishings and a breath taking view of the surrounding land.Just up the stairs is an extensive statue garden in addition to the wonderful windows and artifacts within. Sankis is most pleased. A happy ruler is important to the overall happiness of the fortress, and can help the Rare Ship from sinking into a sea of F.U.C.K. (Fully Unanticipated Cascade of Killing.)  10th Slate As part of my long term plans to complete the Crackmaster Vault and improve the overall mood of the fortress I place Work Orders to smooth, engrave, and furnish the dormitories with fine stone. For the Vault, I order slabs to be produced - these will be engraved with the stories of some of the finest heroes we have to offer for placement beside their new sarcophagi in the vault. In addition to liberal applications of statues this should help forestall a future Cataclysm of Cyclical Killing. All dwarves not otherwise occupied are to labor under this operation to block such an occurrence.  14th Slate A kobold thief shows his scaly face in the Old Courtyard. Note to Self: Post Guards there. This is becoming ridiculously annoying. I cannot be bothered with such petty matters when there are dwarves missing and a conspiracy afoot!    16th Slate Military gives chase, with tehsid at the front lines. The thief tries to escape, but tehsid unleashes a powerful tackling blow. Helical Nightmares, Macha, and Krushdhead are not far behind, but they are not needed for a single kobold thief. tehsid puts his new battleaxe to use on the thief, first hacking off its leg so that escape is impossible, then ripping out all the kobold's organs. It is an acceptable tactic against unarmored, living foes and in accordance with current training schema. Assuming tehsid fills out the post-combat reports properly there will be no need to censure him.    17th Slate Otto Print suddenly stops dead right in the middle of Operation: COCK Block, struck by the fey spirits of this world with inspiration! In times of our darkest moments, this can only show that the gods still support us and the Rare Ship! This is most certainly a sign that I am acting correctly in my secret plans to root out the traitors among us, keystone to cornerstone. He claims a mason's workshop immediately and begins to gather materials for a blessed craft.   19th Slate I have grown tired of shrieking wild animals. I assign whatever dwarves are available and capable to start domesticating these creatures so the screaming will end! The only one that I hesitate to dole out is the coyote murk zombie - something hints to me that attempting to tame such a beast would be a mistake. Why are we even keeping this monstrosity around the fortress?  23rd Slate Avuz Sazirlokum gives birth to puppies! I understand that they are considered adorable, perhaps Avuz's owner, Mr. Vile, would agree with this. I do not know if puppies are cute, certainly not as cute as my lovely daughter, Reverence.  From the front of the fortress comes a cry, an ogress has appeared! Mr. Showtime was attempting to place a colony in a hive when this foul beast appeared! Is it a forward scout of an ambush, or worse yet a goblin siege? The fist of our military will rise to meet it! Them. There are two.   Hideous creatures. I will send the Golden Barbs, One-way Outs and Bronze Delights to deal with these creatures. rzal is the first to draw near them, heedless of the danger. She carries Etagakath, the blessed artifact backpack with her. Perhaps she feels it gives her strength - hopefully she is right.  She is! His steel ax bites deep into the ogress, tearing apart fat and muscle! Her shield batters her, and the beast leaps away! Steelion is second on the scene, and is knocked down by a brutal blow that is thankfully taken by his shield. The War Dog Sazir Olondolush is there, literally nipping at the heels of the monster. Dirty Frank and Mr. Vile come rushing across the courtyard, backup for the rookie militia members.  rzal shows that she is a worthy soldier, using her battle ax well to hack at the orgress at every point he can reach. Nearly every attack opens up an artery or slices through muscle, crippling the monster. Krushdhead has been teaching her squad well! While rzal stays safe cutting at limbs, Mr. Vile aims right for the heart. He slashes out the orgress' lung with one stroke, then twists his admantine sword around inside of her face. When the beast collapses, Dirty Frank is first to crack open its skull, which is as thick and hard as a marble block. In a flash, all on the scene hack the skull to pieces, slaughtering the first ogress.    Furious at the death of her comrade, the other ogress shoots forward. She slams into rzal and lifts him by his head, beating his leg and chest. rzal is lightly bruised, but in peril - until the rest of the militia turn their attention to the ogress. As she lifts her hand to deal another blow to rzal , Steelion hacks her wrist, nearly severing hand from arm. She tries to run.  Dirty Frank and Internet Kraken catch up to the fleeing ogress first. While there pursue her, an ogre appears! Perhaps he was following them, it cannot be said for sure. Mad Wack, rzal and Mr. Vile take on the male. The battle with him seems to be over in the first blow, as Mr. Vile spills uits reeking guts with the first stroke. rzal remains cautious but effective, hacking at the ogre's feet to cripple him with nerve damage and increase the speed he bleeds out by severing arteries. That blow may have been decisive, as just after the ogre falls to the ground. Stretched out like a buffet of helpless flesh, the ogre is pummeled without mercy, and once unconscious from the pain his skull is opened like a chalk coffer. Mr. Vile ensures the kill by severing the head.  Dirty Frank and Promontory are the first to catch up with the fleeing ogress. Dirty Frank applies a liberal amount of macework to the ogress' face and legs to start off the battle. For some reason Promontory is not armed with a battle ax, as ordered. I may need to produce more weapons for the militia, and certainly more adamantine weapons for the masters of their art, such as Mad Wack. Luckily Internet Kraken thought to bring his ax. A single blow to the head and the ogress is dead.  There was minor bruising and mild injuries to our militia, but no serious injuries. Luckily the lack of appropriate weapons was not a factor in this battle, though it may become more serious in the future. I will rectify this immediately. 26th Slate I go to the forges, to give Oski the Blademaker new orders. More battle axes need to be forged with all haste, and adamantine weapons for the legendary fighters of the fortress. Mad Wack is as masterful as Mr. Vile and deserves a blade of equal quality, and Pierzak a spear of holy metal. The new policy will be that any legendary master of their weapon receive one of adamantine without delay. LeJackal fucked around with this message at 17:44 on Dec 14, 2012 |
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LeJackal posted:26th Slate A dwarf drops off a tablet in the suggestion box of the Overseer. Tablet Reads posted:Overseer, as per historic memorandum on combat efficiency, NERF (Non-Effectiveness Regarding Fighting), it is noted that giving any blunt instrument dwarf an Adamantine Mace or Warhammer will result in an unacceptable dramatic loss of effectiveness.
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Dec 14, 2012 18:32
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28th Slate Yesterday I received a notice regarding combat effectiveness and weapon materials, which formed the basis for a historical search through military documents. Following this search I learned many things that I did not know. My knowledge is in administration, glass blowing and stone crafting - not soldiering. My understanding of adamantine was incomplete. Now that I have a more complete picture of the holy metal and its properties, I feel better equipped to mandate its use. The holy metal is without peer for durability and sharpness, which makes it idea for armor and cutting weapons. It is, however, lighter than featherwood and thus ill-suited to maces or hammers. Therefore in the morning I will mandate instead that blunt weapons for all dwarves be made of a material suggested by the historical texts to be superior for that purpose; silver. While too blunt for blades, it is heavy enough to shatter bone easily. I believe there is enough left over from the Queen's apartment furnishings to provide the few macedwarves with tools. As for armor, I hesitate to issue mail or plate of the holy metal. If the worst should happen and a dwarf in a full suit of adamantine be forced into the fiendish murk, they would be unstoppable! It is better that all the military have adamantine weapons, as they will cut through steel or iron well enough to defend the fortress.
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Dec 14, 2012 18:57
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LeJackal posted:
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!  Are we trying to not have fun in this LP? All this careful planning and methodical annihilation of any opposing force...this is lunacy, I tell you! I never thought I'd be bored by a Dwarf Fortress LP, but here we are. That does it! I've never played Dwarf Fortress before, but I'm going to add my name to the Overseer roll next time to put some life back into this LP! In all honesty, I appreciate that this is a lot of work and appreciate how hard it actually is to maintain a stable fort-it's just without the losing, I feel like we're just watching uninteresting ASCII figures EDIT: I may be taking things a wee bit too seriously 
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Dec 14, 2012 19:49
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Deliberate incompetence generally rings hollow, though. You are of course welcome to throw your hat in the ring for the next overseership if you like.
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Dec 14, 2012 21:55
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Leperflesh posted:Deliberate incompetence generally rings hollow, though. You are of course welcome to throw your hat in the ring for the next overseership if you like. aaaarrrrgggghhh
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Dec 14, 2012 22:04
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^^^My mini-rant was worth it just to get this reaction^^^Leperflesh posted:Deliberate incompetence generally rings hollow, though. You are of course welcome to throw your hat in the ring for the next overseership if you like. So signing up to LP a game I have no idea how to play isn't considered 'deliberate incompetence.' Good to know! 
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Dec 14, 2012 22:41
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No no, genuine incompetence is endlessly entertaining.
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Dec 15, 2012 00:32
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Hilarious accidents are hilarious because they are accidents. When a fortress is deliberately sabotaged it often sits around for months or even years in depressing and unnecessary squalor, just waiting for something to come along and end its sad existence. This is what playing to lose will get you. When you play well, you actually get an impressive fortress out of the deal, which is something I like. And then when something comes along and destroys it, it's even more impressive!
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Dec 15, 2012 04:12
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Bad Munki posted:aaaarrrrgggghhh Don't worry, Munki. You're not the only madman with ideas for the fortress  .
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Dec 15, 2012 04:47
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I suppose I had better do something ambitious, like reroute the river and use it to power pump stacks to bring magma to the surface so that the fifty z-tall statue of myself can belch magma onto murk zombies.
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Dec 15, 2012 20:48
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Neddy Seagoon posted:Don't worry, Munki. You're not the only madman with ideas for the fortress Wait, what? I'm supposed to have ideas?! poo poo, I just wanted to win the die roll.
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Dec 15, 2012 20:54
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LeJackal posted:I suppose I had better do something ambitious, like reroute the river and use it to power pump stacks to bring magma to the surface so that the fifty z-tall statue of myself can belch magma onto murk zombies. Hey, some of us have been reading between the lines, ok.
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Dec 15, 2012 20:59
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LeJackal posted:I suppose I had better do something ambitious, like reroute the river and use it to power pump stacks to bring magma to the surface so that the fifty z-tall statue of myself can belch magma onto murk zombies. This. Please this. And bring the magma down on the elves!
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Dec 15, 2012 23:27
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LeJackal posted:I suppose I had better do something ambitious, like reroute the river and use it to power pump stacks to bring magma to the surface so that the fifty z-tall statue of myself can belch magma onto murk zombies. Huh? When did this happen? and I'm sorry for doubting you, btw 
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Dec 15, 2012 23:57
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Leperflesh posted:No no, genuine incompetence is endlessly entertaining. You rang?
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Dec 17, 2012 11:49
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Is this turn going to end anytime soon? It's been over a month.
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Dec 17, 2012 20:45
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I've been fairly lenient because it's been a holiday period. And, my latest info is that our intrepid Overseer suddenly and unfortunately has far too much time off of work. And perhaps most importantly, because we've had regular and informative conversations about things; open lines of communication make me happy. That said, yes, it's time to put the pedal to the metal and wrap things up by the new year.
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Dec 17, 2012 21:39
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Yeah, it seems like December 31st would be a good natural deadline for the end of the turn. Although, maybe we could do the overseer drawing early? Like, Christmas? Just sayin'. 
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Dec 17, 2012 22:14
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Bad Munki posted:Yeah, it seems like December 31st would be a good natural deadline for the end of the turn. Although, maybe we could do the overseer drawing early? Like, Christmas? Just sayin'. I eagerly wait to see your gift of coal once more in the thread.
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Dec 17, 2012 22:30
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Or perhaps there will be a Christmas miracle!
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Dec 17, 2012 22:30
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We'll do the drawing as usual. The reason for doing selection on the spot is that it maximizes the likelihood that all volunteers actually have time free immediately to start playing their turn. If we put it forward, we are more likely to have situations where something unanticipated comes up.
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Dec 17, 2012 22:40
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Fine, my new year's resolution will just have to be to win the drawing. 
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Dec 17, 2012 22:47
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Bad Munki posted:Fine, my new year's resolution will just have to be to win the drawing. Man, you picked the wrong day to quit losing Dwarf Fortress LP Overseer Selections.
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Dec 17, 2012 22:50
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*December 20th, LeJackal's reign ends, Bad Munki wins Overseer roll* *World ends*
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1st Felsite I order some further refinements of the Emergency Capsule. The hospital needs storage space for its many supplies, which will compliment the well already in place. Hopefully the lower hospital will be fully equipped for service shortly, in case of dire emergency.  I also order statues to be placed in the dormitory, to cheer up any bedraggled survivors. If anyone lives through the kind of horrific accident that requires the use of the Capsule it might be just the thing to keep their hopes up. Excellent craftsdwarfship is always a morale booster. Speaking of crafts, Otto Print begins to labor on some new wondrous artifact for the fortress!  Whatever it is, I will likely store it in the Crackmaster Vault beside the bodies and tales of some of the fort's greatest heroes. I really need to take stock of the population and discover which dwarves are truly admired for bravery. 3rd Felsite  A girl is born! Brannock is so smitten with the rugged masculine aura being radiated by the fervent and divinely inspired Otto Print as he labors that she gives birth right in the workshop. At least this is what I am told by her when I arrive to log the birth and enter her new daughter into the population management files. According to her responses on the GETIN forms, she has named her daughter ɛxercu.   7th Felsite  Otto Print emerges from the workshop with the fort's newest artifact. It is...a coffin? That does not bode well, in my personal opinion. Surely it is a sign, an omen sent by the gods to warn. Or to simply confirm what I already know. {b]Benagain[/b] is dead, I have seen his ghost myself, and the other missing dwarves are surely dead as well. The conspiracy I suspected is showing itself to be an element of reality. This coffin underscores that - there is a deadly force at work here. Luckily, my secret construction is nearly complete. No dwarf has seen the full plans, only pieces - only I know the full extent of its make.  Soon, there will be order. I busy my hands with work at the glass furnace, like my father once did. 15th Felsite I ascend the Queen's Tower on word that a caravan of traders have arrived. Elves, if the season holds. The green of their clothing and strange gait show that they are, in fact, elves. I will be forced to post guards around the depot and bar the children from getting close to them. Enough heartbreak has been caused by their meddlesome moral righteousness.  I am about to draw a draft of trading orders from my satchel when I see something else on the horizon. Not traders, no, and not some small skirmisher ambush, either. The sun glitters like a cart of gems as it splatters off a sea of pikes and hammers. A besieging force of goblins and ogres, made of several squads each with a regal leader. This might be the largest force we have ever fought. I hurry down the stairs to order the gates shut, the elves can take the first slaughter of the goblins.   16th Felsite The foul legion is hovering outside, plotting. I do not know they have not moved to the gates, or why they have yet to attack the elves. They mill around in a mob, doing nothing. A horse gets too close and is attacked, but the goblins are not pursuing the elves. Are these really elves, and not goblins in disguise? Are they in league with each other? How is this connected to the conspiracy against me? I know all these elements are linked in one way or another! The ogres perform vulgar gestures, mocking me.  17th Felsite One of the siege squads begins to draw close to the courtyard. The gates are closed, all of them. Pike wielding goblins, by the look of them - not a bow amongst their numbers.  I fill out an Aggression Order for the squad Gnu Order to follow, directing them to the battlements to soften up the opposing forces. Wales Gray, Cyster, Steven, Gnu Sherrif in Town, Genin, Daeren, Sunbro, Synthorange, Pladdicus and Mzbinifund all acquit themselves well. Since the goblins cannot retaliate, they fire down onto the crowd unopposed. While their leader leaves unscathed, several pike-wielding goblin fall, others are severely injured.  Near the refuse pile, the injured goblin forces reunite with their siege ogres. They plot and wander in circles outside the range of our crossbows, refusing to threaten the elf merchants.  21st Felsite A second wave of goblin siege units pass by the gates. Most carry maces. I dispatch Gnu Order to soften them up again.  Genin is first on the scene, shooting bolts at distant goblins. He wounds several of them as they pass by. I redirect Gnu Order to the top of the newer tower/barracks. Maybe from there they can further harass these siege goblins. I do not know where they are going to, until the green mob crosses the river. The mangled body of HiHo ChiRho is revealed when they withdraw from a thick knot of green and steel. This is what happens when one disobeys orders to get inside the fortress!  28th Felsite The goblins have yet to attack the elves. I am almost certain that they are conspiring with each other, and with at least two traitors in the fortress. Luckily I just put those two in the center of my project, and properly secured it. With that handled, I will have no more interference from the local ringleaders. I gather up what dwarves I can muster, easy enough considering that with the gates closed and a siege on much work has been halted. What comes next is as dangerous as a poorly balanced furnace, or a stack of unnumbered parchment. "Everyone. I have a brief message for you all. We all know that vast forces are aligned against us, but I feel that we have greatly underestimated their reach and cunning. I have had reason to believe that there has been a traitor among us, working in concert with this wicked threat. Friends and family have gone missing - all without a speck of blood or violence. Now, a siege of goblins outside our gates refuses to take the easy prey of elf merchants. This evidence speaks plainly - someone or a group of someones in this fort is engaged in sabotage and murder most foul, likely contacted or supplied by the elves whom are cowed by the goblins. Or in full alliance, I cannot say. Acting on what information I have available, I have taken action. I have built a cunning prison of magma to hold the two most likely suspects. TildeAth is there, as is Pickled Tink. I will release them to freedom or justice when this is all over, but I will brook no dissent. These levers which control the prison are mine and mine alone to control."  "Any interference will result in dire consequences. That said, my one other announcement is that tomorrow the gates will be opened and we will destroy this siege."
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28th Felsite The siege rages on the surface, but with the gates closed it has dropped in priority. I have one last thing to complete for my project, for my magma prison. I must place the prisoners inside. I have their names, burned into my mind and in my dreams, TildeATH and Pickled Tink are the only ones with the proper attributes. Young enough to beguile and lure any dwarf away to a dark, murderous place, and ruthless enough to do it. One managed to rule this fortress for a time, the other is barely old enough to walk but can crack a stone door and write as well as an adult. They are truly remarkable, and dangerous to this fortress. Such young, easily influenced minds would fall easily under the spells of dark and seductive arguments. This isolation could be their salvation, or their undoing. I easily gather them both up under secret pretense. Their strength lies in insidious guile, not in combat. "Let me show you something, boys." The glass bridge leading to the prison is narrow, but solid. To one side, the continuous magma falling gives an eerie light to the containment chamber. Already the lowest level of the prison is submerged, and soon it will be swallowed by molten rock entire. What could be more secure? "Down the stairs, here, the lowest level of this place, a sort of emergency capsule the second, has been wetted for a farm. An ample supply of whatever you may like could be grown here."  "Up one level, here the seeds and a stock of food is kept. Everything needed to work the lower level and provide for a dwarf inside these walls."  "Up again, loom and clothing workshop, so the plants can be made into fabric and other things one mind need. Plus a coffin of glass, so that if one dies the other has a place to put the mouldering corpse."  By now they are beginning to share glaces, unnerved by this little tour. I pay that no mind. Let them fidget and be unsettled- I have not slept well in weeks. I pause at the upper level, counting out how much time I have.  "Finally, two beds, two chairs, two chests. Enough space and furnishings that two dwarves can live here their entire lives. I am showing this to the both of you now because this will be your new home. I have grown tired of your conspiring, your conniving, and your plotting. You'll do no more harm to me or this fortress while you are locked inside. As for your elven friends or other wicked allies and co-conspirators, I will attend to them in time." I block the bridge, not allowing them to leave. "This should give you time to reflect on what you have done. The dwarves you have killed and led to be slaughtered, the slander you have spoken, the disharmony you have introduced. Look around you, do you see the windows of glass? I made those, so that you can see the magma as it swallows you whole as your treachery has tried to swallow this fortress. I made by hand the very instruments of your imprisonment, the furnishings and statues that surround you. As you rot in this cell they will keep you ever mindful of me, and your failure to unseat me and doom the Rare Ship. TildeAth, it was a mistake to think me weak, and that has condemned you. Let the presence of an Ugath worshiper be a mirror, that you can see how your contempt has rotted you from the inside. Pickled Tink, you let your inflated sense of self worth get the better of you. What did I say? You gain little from aggravating your elders. You thought everything of yourself and nothing of others. Here is another piece of advice, perhaps one you'll not ignore. Rules are like glass, easily broken, but thereafter eager to cut deeply." The time delayed mechanisms creak softly, and I step back across the narrow bridge as it begins to rise. It slams shut, sealing the prison tightly from escape and from the rising tides of magma. Through the green glass, I can see their blurred forms inside. Finally, I can operate the fortress with some modicum of safety.
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EDIT: Removed because it seemed to be veering too close to the worst of "Syrup Leaf" Journal Entries. Still, our esteemed Overseer locking up two children where no one else can find them. Makes you wonder. 
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Well at least I didn't get murked, right?
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Dec 20, 2012 04:42
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HiHo ChiRho posted:Well at least I didn't get murked, right?
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Dec 20, 2012 05:09
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Albinator posted:Or entombed alive in lava, so yeah, you can count your blessings. Less entombed, and more like 'taken into protective custody' for their own good. Some overzealous citizen might try to harm them before the truth comes out. Or maybe some elf sympathizer might try to open the prison via lever and assassinate them. They're much safer there! P.S. The journal entry is mostly for Pickled Tink and TildeATH. Not to get all roleplay up in this, but they were the exclusive audience for that little performance. SirPhoebos posted:EDIT: Removed because it seemed to be veering too close to the worst of "Syrup Leaf" Journal Entries. drat, missed it.
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LeJackal posted:
I was basically accusing the Overseer of being a pedophile but decided that it was in bad taste (Bad Taste? On Somethingawful.com?)
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Dec 20, 2012 06:23
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LeJackal, I hope you are aware that children can't do jobs (Only harvest fields and remove constructions), so I hope you have tossed eleven years of food and drink in there with us. The following is carved into the stone of the wall just above the floor. 28th Felsite I had been wondering what had happened since several dwarves have been missing for days. Then today, as a goblin army laid siege to the fortress, Overseer LeJackal took myself and TildeATH to what has become our tomb. That cowardly murderous goblinoid. He dares talk about what it is to be a dwarf, and then entombs children who disagree with him. He has not the nerve to call for the hammerer. Instead he traps us here knowing we are too young to use the farming equipment and thus seals our fate while giving him a way to hide from the knowledge of the consequences of his actions. We will likely die here in this tomb, surrounded by magma. It is likely no one will ever read this, but I record my thoughts anyway. May Ugath curse you for what you have done this day.
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