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Well, glad to see this back on the road! Also a good way to explain the crash and why things are different.
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Awesome read. Fickle fate undorfed me 4eva  :
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May 19, 2016 05:01
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Franken found a way to provide eyes on the inside. 
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Klaus88 posted:Franken found a way to provide eyes on the inside. What use are eyes on the inside when where we're going, we don't need eyes?
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Shbobdb posted:Awesome read. You're still around! That migrant wave did recur, just a couple of dwarves smaller than before and completely different actual dwarves. I put everyone I could back in the same roles but obviously they have different personalities, likes and family relationships. If you got dwarfed during my turn and want to see your revised character thoughts, let me know. Doing all 23 seems a waste of time at this point. Also there needs to be a lot more love (and probably fanart) for a spiked red wool thong called The Angry Muscle. With a picture of a warthog man on it. Maugrim fucked around with this message at 07:51 on May 19, 2016 |
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Im going to draw my character like last time so dont worry about it good job with the redo
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Also, an artifact thong that menaces with spikes of cinnabar. There really are no words.
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Is anyone wearing it? Someone should be wearing it. Maybe someone in the military with a hammer, I bet they'll put it to good use.
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ColonelMuttonchops posted:Is anyone wearing it? Someone should be wearing it. Maybe someone in the military with a hammer, I bet they'll put it to good use. I just checked. It's sitting in the finished good stockpile Hope I don't sell it by accident.
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 24th Malachite, 251 Windy Skunk has given birth 2 a healthy new beardling  Wolfsbane will be great mascot when her ma is doin surgery 14th Galena, 251 This place is a hive of activity its never borin here But theres not much goin on thats actualy wroth writin down Dorfs r gettin their militry equipepd slowly & diggin barracks & archery range More importantly DG sez the screw pumps r ready 2 go for fillin up the cistern...... jus need to hook up 1 more floodgate I am excited 2 see DWARVEN ENGINEERIN in action 23rd Galena, 251 Alrite guys LETS GET PUMPING   27th Galena, 251 Airconswitch wins the race 2 get pumping!  Woops hes pretty vigorous about it mite need 2 widen that opening eh Danny 1st Limestone, 251 Its Limestone now dear diary & also a Milestone cos I have been updaing u for 6 months Feels like way longer mind u Anyway we widened the openin & opened the floodgates cos Eighty is pumpin so fast...... man Eighty is so strong swoooooon Even if he is dizzy from bein in the sun after so long underground Fresh water here we come 5th Limestone, 251 Water has reached the citstern  7th Limestone, 251 Uhhh I just found a dead yak in the hallway  Turns out nobody took the immigrant grazers to the pasture... welp thats easily fixed Sorry yak u died so that others may live11th Limestone, 251 Cistern is fillin nicely I think its time 2 start constructin the well  Also the outpost liaisisson has been spotted whatever that is 13th Limestone, 251 Merchants! Dwarfves tradin w/ drawves truely the sign of an UP AND COMING SETTLEMENT that nearly has a well & everything Shure hope Danny remembered to order more crafts made after the humans bought em all I know I wouldnt have 14th Limestone, 251 I found out what an outpost laision is mostly by eavesdroppin  Sounds likes the goblins hav been goin 2 war... that cant be good  DG did some negotiatin, mostly requestin metal cos we still haveng found anythin besides copper. In return they want bracelets & drinks & a buncha stuff we probly dont wanna part with  I tracked down the liaiaison afterwards & told him we need instruments aswell  He promised 2 remember..... seems like a nice old dorf 15th Limestone, 251 Tunicate got a weird look on him & hurried off 2 the crafts workshop... I got a weird sense of foreboding I dunno why   Went & had a listen to his muttering & it sounds like he wants cloth or thread... cept we have plenty of those so my JUDGE OF INTENT instincts tells me hes after silk specificly Talk about hi maintenance I hope the merchants brought some 17th Limestone, 251 drat Im good it was silk he wanted  21st Limestone, 251  Well its a very nice amulet  I guess I was expectin something a lil more.. .momenytous?? 16th Sandstone, 251 More migrants sighted Maybe theres a mason there who can finish my well 4 me I dont even care about the tavern anymore I just want fresh water dammit Its been so long diary SO LONG Maugrim fucked around with this message at 21:59 on May 19, 2016 |
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Took another look at the new banners, tried using one of the other skulls. I don't know about putting the words actually into the skull though, that might end up looking a little awkward.          I anyone interested in using something like this? Or should we just use the usual ones?
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I always wanted to make some sort of legendary artifact, but just never got around to it.   Why spend all that time practicing and practicing and practicing when you could just hit the tavern, kick back with some tomatillo wine, and enjoy the good life?  So I decided I'd just pray to Zefon Plaguetwister and ask him to send one of his spirits and make the artifact for me. And hey, it worked! I saved so much time doing that. 
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Spanish Matlock posted:I anyone interested in using something like this? Or should we just use the usual ones? Thanks for putting these together! I wasn't sure about the font in your previous ones, but these look nice. Like Tunicate I think I prefer the front-view one to the side-view. (Edit: it's probably up to DannyGlands rather than me what becomes the official header though) Would you mind putting the front-view ones on LPix so they're in the same place as the rest of the LP images? Maugrim fucked around with this message at 17:38 on May 19, 2016 |
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Maugrim posted:Thanks for putting these together! I wasn't sure about the font in your previous ones, but these look nice. Like Tunicate I think I prefer the front-view one to the side-view. (Edit: it's probably up to DannyGlands rather than me what becomes the official header though) Done and done.    
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15th Limestone Well, so much for this visit. I suppose I should explain a touch, as I have been too excited to write, and it is only now that disappointment has set in that I find myself prepared to chronicle my thoughts. Along with the recent trade caravan, we received a representative from the Mountainhome. He came bearing ill news, unfortunately--the goblins are on the march. But more disappointingly, when I spoke to him after he was done making arrangements with DannyGlands, he advised me that as of yet the king considered Stonewealth to not yet possess the value prerequisite to the status of barony. Never mind how rapidly we have been growing, and that dwarves continue to flock to our halls, no, we haven't sent enough bracelets back to the Mountainhome to prove our worth. Bah! Still, there is potential there. I spoke at great length about Stonewealth's potential--it certainly deserves all the praise I can give it. But for now, I must wait for this to filter back to the proper ears, and for their response. I shall be ready when the time comes. I can afford to wait.
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Spanish Matlock posted:Done and done. Yay, I contributed to something. This is way more promising than anything my dwarf would've done. 
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Tars Tarkas posted:Huzzah! Can't wait to randomly die! Funny you should say that... (Don't read too much into that comment guys, still a very boring year so far) Maugrim fucked around with this message at 22:14 on May 19, 2016 |
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I wouldn't mind knowing how my new dwarf turned out if it isn't too much trouble.
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Soo... is there a size limit for how big a journal is allowed to be? Let's say I made a... 2341 (completely random number) words long post, would that be ok? 
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Well, I'm not looking for an entire novel here, but keep in mind you want to keep your reader interested.
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Wolfsbane posted:Are those standard baby traits, or am I actually the world's most annoying art student stereotype? I should be the villain in a high school drama or something. Pretty sure personality / appearance traits stick with a dwarf their whole life. Well done. Fuubi posted:Soo... is there a size limit for how big a journal is allowed to be? Let's say I made a... 2341 (completely random number) words long post, would that be ok? As with any flash fiction, I'll read whatever length as long as it holds my interest. Maugrim fucked around with this message at 07:57 on May 20, 2016 |
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Danny Glands posted:Well, I'm not looking for an entire novel here, but keep in mind you want to keep your reader interested. Yeah It kinda ran away for me a bit~ But I think it's good so I'll put it up here as soon as I have time to do some editing.
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18th Sandstone, 251 10 more migrats & 2 babies, we r gonna have to expand the bedroomes @ this rate    Fedsmoker and Sealclubber are married & have a little baby Penguingo Fedsmoker is a bowyer but we dont need more bowyers, hes p good w/ a bow himself tho so can be a hunter Sealclubber doesnt seem that great a hunter but sez she specialises in maritime mammals..... try sayin that ten times fast   Urist McLee and Ag Bengip are married Urist McLee is a woodcutter, since hes got an axe already he mite as well use it... hey Danny were gonna need more militry squads Ag Bengip is a swordsdwarf w/ no trade sklils, told her to try pottery when shes not swording   Toplow and Mygna are married & have a little baby Problem Sleuth Toplow isnt much good at anythin cept swinging a mace, told him with a name like that he culd be a farmer & he was happy enuff Mygna is also a simple farmer u can never have 2 many   Rotekian and John Dough are married Rotekian is a jeweler sorry frend we got 2 many jewelers u get to be a mechanic instedd.... ok minecart inspector if u insist John Dough is a fishery worker I guess im ok w/ that  symuun is a gem cutter hmmm I think hes better than Rotekian so he can keep the job  Owlkill is a bowyer what is with all these bowyers, sorry lady ur a mason now go finish my well 19th Sandstone, 251 Tars Tarkas was just elected mayor in a popular vote, who knew dwafres had mayors I mean congrats couldnt have happend to a nicer dorf but what does he atually do apart from demand a suite of rooms Also apparently havin a mayor means Sheriff Lawman0 is promoted to Catpain Of The Gourd 1st Timber, 251 Our new mayors offices r redy but also  Alert alert there is a spy in our midst Wonder how he blagged past the guards..... I guess we dont realy have any on duty 5th Timber, 251 Ladeez and gennuldwarfs THE DAY HAS COME TO UNVEIL  STONEWALTHS 1ST & MOST STYLISH FRESH WATER SOURCE BAGSY FIRST GULP & MAY I NEVER DRINK DWARVFEN WINE AGAIN sorry guys but how do u stand that stuff Maugrim fucked around with this message at 23:11 on May 20, 2016 |
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Ok, it's in 3rd person, so not exactly a journal, but here we go: Urist McLee - Prologue “Welcome everyone to fight five of the 15th round of the Arena Challenge!” “On the left side we have A Tarantino Film, currently at six wins and eight losses!" "First we have Uma Thurman, managed by I R SMART LIKE ROCK, a female human! She is wielding a steel two-handed sword, and wears an iron helm, leather armor, and an iron mail shirt." "Too bad, gynephiliacs of the audience. It seems she has forgone the traditional female armor design for something more less likely to get herself killed on the arena floor." Cheers and jeers bounded through the arena as Uma stepped on to the dark stone floor, still freshly stained from the last fight. The irony stench of blood mixed with the pungent aroma of stale vomit hit Urist McLee straight in the face when he stepped up for his turn to be announced. "Well here we go again," he commented to the air. No response came from either of his fellow team members standing behind him. Of course, he hadn't expected much from them. Getting those two to utter anything more than a growl or a hiss in friendly conversation was beyond his powers. The only one who was willing to talk was that Armok-be-damned woman, and she wouldn't shut up once she got started. She was ok, he admitted to himself. Talkative, yes, but not too bad to look at. He'd even consider taking the hands-on approach to her (if you know what I mean), if she'd been shorter and had more knuckle hair. Armok's teeth, she looks newly spawned with those hairless knuckles of hers. "Up next we have Urist McLee, a Male dwarf managed by Fuubi!" Fuubi... bleeding elk bird's intestines! That man was infuriating! Urist had come to the arena dreaming of being a champion axe dwarf, felling his opponents left and right in a blur of blue death. Instead, the manager had taken one look at him and said, "You've got big fists. I want you to hit things as hard as you can! Oh, and you'll do it while naked. It will be more distracting for your opponents." "Naked!?" Urist had bellowed. "I'm not going in there naked and empty handed! You 're bloating halibut's brains insane!" Fuubi had leaned back in his giant skink leather chair, fingers drumming on the purple tunnel tube desk. Finally he leaned forward and said "OK, you've got a point. I'll see what I can scrounge up." Well, he certainly had delivered. "Urist is empty handed," the announcer announced. "And is wearing only a copper helm! He might be empty handed, but watch out for that meat club of his!" Snickers and guffaws filled the air. Rub it in why don't you! Urist thought while he stepped on to the arena. The stench grew stronger as he, mustering up all his dwarven pride, walked across the floor to his starting position next to Uma. "Hey, Urist! We've got a real crowd for this match!" Uma exclaimed as he got into position. "I've never seen this many people here before! There must be visitors from dozens of different realms here today. Just look at all those gods up in the honor seats!" "Oh, Armok's piss, not this again," Urist muttered under his breath. Uma had an unhealthy fascination with the "gods" that came to spectate. She would stare at a completely ordinary-looking dwarf or human or pile of goo and get completely giddy with excitement, spouting all kinds of nonsense about that particular "deity". Today she seemed enthralled by a small group of dwarves sitting in what Urist liked to call "the giant slug's heart-y seats of knobliness" (work in progress) at the front of the northern section of the arena, near the vomitorium. As the announcer droned on about less important things, such as the rest of their teammates, Urist rolled his eyes, and with a heavy sigh looked over at the objects of Uma's worship. It was a strange bunch Urist had to admit. They seemed to radiate knobbliness, wearing dresses and gowns, robes and coats, and everything in between, all in strange cuts and made of cloth that seemed to shine and sparkle with an almost ethereal feel. They sat as if they were kings and queens, the same no-nonsense expression on their faces, and an air of authority that said they were used to being obeyed. Although they seemed a normal bunch of nobbs, there was something unsettling about the dwarf in the middle seat. Urist felt a... pressure from him that was hard to describe. When he looked into the dwarf's eyes, it felt as if darkness enshrouded the arena, and the air grew colder. Urist suddenly knew the coldness of the crypt, and his own eventual death, and he felt fear. An elbow suddenly danged into his copper helm, snapping him out of his visions of despair. "Don't stare!" Uma hissed. "That's Zefon, he's basically the god of Death and Rebirth of The Roasted Salve in The Realm of Legend. You do not want to incur his wrath." Urist sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Armok's beard! They are not gods! They are just some fancy-pansies that have come here to watch blood being spilled in the name of entertainment. I'll show you." Urist took a few steps forward, and with a horrified look from Uma, he pointed a finger towards the fancy dwarves. "Hey you! Yeah you, Zefon, 'god of Death'! I heard you are from the Realm of Legend? Well, the Realm of Legend is a sturgeon-bladdering piece of giant elephant dung! And The Roasted Salve is a mandrill-infested Jabberer lair of alpaca piss! I am happy I was not born there because it would have made me less of a dwarf, and more of a llama-brained goblin lover!" Silence~~ Even more silence~~~~~ Urist looked around the arena, seeing blank masks of horror in every face, everyone still as statues. A pin dropping would sound as loud as a gong in that void. A heavy thump coming from his left reverberated through the arena, and acted as catalyst for a collective gasp that filled the air in its wake. Urist looked to his left and saw a pile of fainted female where Uma Thurman used to stand. What is wrong with all these people!? "Ummnm..." the announcer started, as the audience began breathing again. "So, as I was saying, Next on the opposing team we have Jimbo Akimbo, managed by Bad Munki... hey now, no need for that!" The spell was broken, and a barrage of tomatoes and other rotten fruits and vegetables pelted the arena floor at the mention of a certain manager, accompanied by diverse jeers and boos. Urist sighed with relief, then gave a start at what he just did. "I don't believe in this mumbo-jumbo," he muttered to himself. On his left he saw Uma starting to get up on shaky legs. Her eyes were unfocused and there was some drool running down her chin, but she managed to stand up straight. In the background a siren blared loudly. "Well that's an annoying sound," Urist thought. "Wait a minute... OH, Armok's piss pot!" He whirled around to look towards the opponents already charging, and someting streaked by at a low angle. A solid THUNK was heard from his left, tightly followed by an alarmed "OW!" Urist started running toward his opponents as Uma fell to the ground again. "Those injuries... Begone fear!" he heard from behind him as he rushed the closest opponent, Punc Hant, a really nasty antwoman in gleaming iron and steel. Behind him he heard Uma wallow in self pity. "Has the tide turned? I am not scared!" "Come on Uma, snap out of it!" He shouted over his shoulder as he covered the last distance. A sudden pain flared up in his right upper leg, and he realized he'd been distracted by his teammate and got too close too fast. An antwomanfistsized blue mark bloomed on his leg, but the pain just made him focus. With the speed of an angry dwarf his right hand shot out and grabbed Punc Hant's gloved left hand. In his peripheral vision he was aware ot the other combatants dancing around each other, but all that was background noise. Only the opponent, nay the pray, in front of him mattered. He focused his will into his right arm, and with a mighty roar he unleashed the power in a mighty strike. His right hand became a blur, and his life, his essence, flowed through his arm and into his fist. Time slowed down. The world seemed clearer, more colorful, and all the sounds around him faded away. He could see every pore in his arms, and the hairs on his knuckles shone in his eyes. He felt he could have counted them all and still have time left over before the strike. He returned his gaze to his opponent, and with a rush of air the sounds of the world came back. His fist of fury seemed to teleport the final distance before it connected with its target. tink. Nothing. A long second of nothing. Then, "Giant elephant's severed right ear!" Punc Hant had moved at the last second and the attack had hit her steelclad lower right arm for minimal damage! He stepped back quickly and barely avoided Punc's counterstrike. As the antwoman's fist passed over his head he bent his legs and sprang forward, into the air. He raised his fist and threw a mighty punch at the other's head. The pain in his leg had flared up though, and his aim was off. His fist hit the iron helm with a glancing blow, merely making it spin around the antwoman's head. Urist landed awkwardly on his injured leg, but as he prepared himself for the inevitable counterattack he noticed a brown snarling blur bounding past him. He turned around in time to see his teammate Snarls Barkley, the female werewolf, raise her bronze pike high in the air and thrust it down hard on the antwoman. Punc reacted with blinding speed, and a screeching sound as the pike glanced of her gauntlet was the werewolf's only reward. The antwoman looked distracted though, so Urist took the opportunity and went in with his right arm poised for attack. The antwoman saw him coming and, at the last moment, delivered a fast jab aimed at disabling his attack. Another pain point flared up, this thime in his right arm biceps. The pain was intense, but Urist had the momentum, and with his right arm momentarily useless he fisted his left hand and drove it downwards, surprising the antwoman. His aim was true, and with all his weight behind it his hand connected with Punc's left foot. With a satisfying crunch-splat the chitin parted and the foot went the way of a cow in an apprentice butcher's shop. Antwoman blood pumped out from the bloody mess onto the dark arena floor. Urist looked up at his opponent and smiled, and then he charged head first into the antwoman, sending her sprawling. Somewhere in the background he could hear Uma's voice calling out in misery. "I've been injured badly. There is no hope!" Snarls turned around to look at the downed human, probably with a speciesist remark about humans on her lips, when an arrow suddenly materialised in her right leg. Whatever she was about to say turned into a yelp as the werewolf went down. She landed next to the antwoman, and as any dog would, used the momentum of the fall to try and bash in Punc's head with her shield. The shield only helped further dislodge the antwoman's helm however. Urist saw this as a chance to pin her down and used his right arm to hold down one of her left hands. All the blows to Punc's head had some effect though, and with a screeching yell and near madness in her eyes she chomped down on Urist's right upper arm. The pain was horrendous! Urist looked down on his arm in disbelief as the antwoman latched on firmly, and the sensation of being eaten was just too much for him. His mind went blank. His vision grew darker. He felt his legs give way under him, but instead of falling to the floor he felt himself being lifted in the air by the antwoman's mandibles. Then, a new sensation. The air went still, the sounds of battle around him lessened, and everything went cold. With one final effort Urist managed to open his eyes slightly, and turned his head towards the north part of the arena. In the gilded seats Zefon sat, eyes glowing, and a beam of pure death seemed to connect them. Just then, at that moment, as Punc started to shake him around and he could distantly feel his flesh render and be torn, he knew. "Armok's knuckles..." he whispered. Then all went black. ... ... ... A sensation. Something nudging him. The sound of water swooshing around him. Walls, soft and moist, pushing against him forcing him downwards. "Alpaca brains, she's eating me whole!" He thought, and the realization made him open his eyes. Red and squishiness all around him, and then suddenly light! He felt a quick sensation of falling, before hitting something soft, wet, and brown. Dirt! He had landed in dirt! But there's no dirt in the arena. How can this be? He could hear someone talking, and suddenly giants appeared in front of him! "Armok's gallbladder!" he tried to yell, but only a shrill yell came out. One of the giants picked him up and wrapped him in a blanket, and all he could do was scream in that shrill way. "Hush now little baby," the giant who picked him up suddenly said. "He's a feisty one, eh?" The other one remarked with a laugh. "He'll grow up to be a great miner one day, mark my words." They are treating me like a baby, Urist suddenly realized and went still. I AM a baby! The shock made him want to scream again, when suddenly in his mind he heard a low, menacing laugh. Zefon! The god of death and rebirth! He knew what had happened to him now. Then another thought hit him, and this truly made him scream, as he never screamed before. 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Sergeant_Crunch posted:I wouldn't mind knowing how my new dwarf turned out if it isn't too much trouble. Here is the latest on the new Sgt Crunch.  Also, according to Dwarf Therapist you're bisexual. e: The regular game crashes are getting incredibly frustrating, and are depriving you lot of some entertainment as certain mistakes get corrected on the replay. I shall be glad to finish my turn in a couple of posts' time. Maugrim fucked around with this message at 13:15 on May 20, 2016 |
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Grats on completing the Fortress's first mega-project! How's the hospital coming along?
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Thanks! I didn't quite finish the tavern to my liking but it'll have to do. The hospital is long since done - you'll see it in the end-of-year recap. Talking of which, I'm very close to the end of the year now and have accepted three new mercenaries into the fort (apparently the number of petitioners steps up MASSIVELY in the winter, as I've also rejected about a dozen and counting). Once again, if you're miles down the dwarfing list and would like to skip the queue, post a request below and I'll name them after the first three of you.
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Cripes, am I married to a reincarnated pro wrestler
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I see that my dwarf lived in a human town for several decades, where she started worshipping the human goddess of thralldom.
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Maugrim posted:Thanks! I didn't quite finish the tavern to my liking but it'll have to do. The hospital is long since done - you'll see it in the end-of-year recap. I'm miles down the dwarfing list and don't mind being a mercenary. Radac invades yet another timeline! 
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AJ_Impy is getting their Merc on!
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GeneX posted:I'm curious: does the old lady named for me still exist, and if so, how long until she keels over? In this go around, you're an elderly male human bard. 90 years old, to be exact. You should have a good few years in you according to Dwarf Fortress Rules (I think humans keel over at 100 but I might be wrong).
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