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Oh huh. I thought I already signed up for this one. My memory gets worse every year. Dwarf me please. Do love me a good tale of dwarves, darkness, and doom.
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Jul 22, 2020 22:30
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Ah, I was wrong. The correct answer is 'i'm an idiot.' Today as been hell for me, I'm sorry.
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Jul 22, 2020 22:34
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I'm sure death was a better outcome than being tended back to health by my hands.
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Jul 23, 2020 02:03
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Ajaxify posted:I'm sure death was a better outcome than being tended back to health by my hands. We do have an acceptable doctor among the founding dwarves.
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Jul 24, 2020 01:49
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back in my day you didn't need no doctor, you just sewed your spine back together with some *adamantine thread* and went right back to work
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Jul 24, 2020 02:57
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Radio Free Kobold posted:back in my day you didn't need no doctor, you just sewed your spine back together with some *adamantine thread* and went right back to work Look at fancybones over there. I'm proud to use our clan's own barbed wire, lovingly twisted and allowed to oxidize in the dankest conditions.
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Jul 24, 2020 03:14
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From the diary of Tinasth Ginbeard: 551-2-22 Finally arrived at the new site. Sorry showing in the architecture, we're gonna need roofs before the weather gets really bad. They say there's magma crabs below, which bodes good for warmth - and the chill keeps out any blood gnats. I really hate those loving things. I wonder what fish lurk in the frozen streams, and will make improving the fish industry my first priority.
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24th of Hematite Work has begun on the roof over the entrance, the leafy tip to the great carrot that is our fortress beneath the ice. A human caravan is the first to pass through what will soon be massive gates, the tall ones bringing a shipment of wood, metal and drink in exchange for a vast collection of stone-hewn trinkets.  Following shortly after those humans are yet more migrants. Perhaps migrants is the wrong word them. I myself am a prisoner, sent here to die in the cold. It's not inconceivable that many of these people are suffering the same fate as I am, cast aside by an uncaring king. Whatever the case, they need to be sorted and equipped. We can't afford to have any idle hands. Valtonen, a trapper and a doctor.  Necrotic, a dwarf who has seen his fair share of tavern brawls.  Guper and ChocolatePancake, child daughters of Valtonen. Their presence seems to disprove my theory.   World War Mammories, a master of both love and war.  GrabbinPeels, a planter who will doubtless love this place.  Danaru, an axe murderer  Cugel, a gemcutter. We have plenty of gems so she should never find herself being idle.  Biosterous, an animal dissector with an appreciation for music.  There are only so many spaces available in which beds can be placed and only so much wood from which beds can be made. For now, many of our fresh meat will have to sleep on smoothed floors.  16th of Galena Baiwyd and Viola the Mad have been put to rest. With Baiwyd's corpse having been lost to the magma, a different sort of memorial needed to be made. Viola shall receive one too in time, a tombstone to stand beside her coffin.  The fog has finally reached our test animal. When it returned, the donkey show no signs of pain, even when prodded with a pick. The fog instills some sort of numbness within those it touches though it doesn't seem to do much more. Other symptoms may only begin to manifest as time passes. I will have to monitor this creature closely.  
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I wonder, is it possible to expose certain volunteers to the fog to render them pain-immune? Depends what happens to the mule, I suppose. e: you can totally fit more beds in those rooms. at least four. Radio Free Kobold fucked around with this message at 05:30 on Jul 26, 2020 |
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Jul 26, 2020 05:26
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Radio Free Kobold posted:I wonder, is it possible to expose certain volunteers to the fog to render them pain-immune? As someone currently too useful to be drafted into the military, this is an astoundingly good idea and we should try it on all these spare musicians we have lying around.
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Jul 26, 2020 07:28
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so what're the odds that The Fog ends up causing our dwarves to become crazed berserkers with no fear of death? this bodes well. 
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Black Robe posted:As someone currently too useful to be drafted into the military, this is an astoundingly good idea and we should try it on all these spare musicians we have lying around. Do you really want a bagpipe player you can't throw things at to make them stop?
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Jul 26, 2020 08:01
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The Lone Badger posted:Do you really want a bagpipe player you can't throw things at to make them stop? Imagine the echo in those tunnels from a bagpipe
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Tulip posted:Imagine the echo in those tunnels from a bagpipe Sound just slamming off the walls spiraling down the stairs seeping below the shut doors to rooms perspiring out of the stone
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Jul 26, 2020 08:49
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"Some say you can still hear the bagpipes playing in those haunted halls to this day..."
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No poo poo, we'll all kill ourselves to get away from the piper you can't hit hard enough to shut up
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Jul 26, 2020 13:01
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I'm rather surprised those bagpipes don't menace with spikes of some kind. Every other item seems to.
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Jul 26, 2020 14:18
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turol posted:I'm rather surprised those bagpipes don't menace with spikes of some kind. Every other item seems to. It menaces with spikes of music. They're metaphorical spikes, you see, they come out whenever it's played.
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Radio Free Kobold posted:It menaces with spikes of music. They're metaphorical spikes, you see, they come out whenever it's played. It's not called Rock & Roll here. We have Rock & Impale. You can play in the keys of rust or trauma. Once the players start, they can't stop until there's been enough blood spilled to satisfy the gods themselves. It can be dwarf blood; the gods aren't fussy. See also Sex, and Drugs.
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Jul 26, 2020 17:58
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Xlorp posted:It can be dwarf blood; the gods aren't fussy. If you can't find free range blood, store bought is fine.
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Jul 26, 2020 19:21
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i am very very very angry (but i don't let you see it)
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biosterous posted:i am very very very angry (but i don't let you see it) i am very very very hairy (and not afraid to show it)  It's difficult to throw and fire pottery being this hairy, easily the hairiest member of the Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. The other dwarfs around the kiln laugh at me, nicknaming me "Hairy Craftdwarf Who Makes Pots".  But I'll show them, some day, when my long hair becomes useful in some very meaningful way at a critical juncture, the specifics of which I'm a bit fuzzy on. But regardless please don't post me near the lava, the heat and high humidity are terrible for my beautiful, beautiful hair. How would you feel if you destroyed hair like this?
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Jul 27, 2020 10:05
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My dorf is hopeful for the future- Oh boy those illusions are going to dispel soon enough.
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I'm a fervent worshipper of Deler Umerearthen. Who/what is that and do I want to know?
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Tias posted:I'm a fervent worshipper of Deler Umerearthen. Who/what is that and do I want to know? One of the updates on the first page talks about our pantheon. Deler is a dwarf goddess of metals, nothing terrifying. As far as we know 
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25th of Limestone To ensure that none of our animals starve, rudimentary pastures have been made deep in the caverns. Nearby to our entry-point into the depths is a pack of amphibian men armed with wooden spears and wearing sneering expressions. I don't like the threat their presence implies. They will have to be eliminated sooner or later.  26th of Limestone The amphibians are dead but so is necrotic, drowned while wrestling one of the smooth-skinned spearmen. His skeleton lies at the bottom of the great subterranean lake, never to be retrieved. Whatever family he had will have to be notified of his death. Letting them hang on to the hope of him merely being 'missing' would be cruel.  7th of Sandstone  Work in the forges has stopped. Our only metalworker has been touched some sort of divine spark forcing him to work on a trinket of some sort rather than work on arming the military with suitable weapons. A single silver bar is all he needs to complete his task. Perhaps he will make something useful, like a goblet or a vial.   I suppose an earring will do. 8th of Sandstone Our numbers increase day by day, scarcely giving us time to accommodate those who came in the waves before. The latest group of travelers is one of mixed usefulness. Llama, a leatherworker with an array of medical skills  Cythereal, a miner-to-be  Kobold, a dwarf  Ott, a willing body for the military to use  Osroct, of a similar description  izo, an impressive metalsmith and someone to take the burden off of Black Robe.  Mathwyn, whose primary skill is utterly useless in a place as bleak as this.  Oggy, someone for whom potential is their most positive trait  Crystalgate, another mouth to feed.  Gnoman, the manager, will assign them jobs in due time. It isn't something I care to look at myself. Our brother dwarves have just dropped off some wood and metal at the depot. Having not yet struck any significant veins of ore, we are at the mercy of traders for our metal supplies. This isn't a situation I have any comfort being in. We will have to find ores very quickly. 15th of Timber  The one military squad we have at our disposal rushed out to the meet the giant. It was mere paces away from our gate when it clashed with Danaru. One mighty blow caused the dwarf's lower body to pop like a grape and spread blood and guts over the snow like red wine. A storm of steel and fury forced the huge monster back, with the swordsdwarf MGargantua landing the decisive blow with a steel short sword to the giant's head, blade piercing from one ear to the other. Though the crisis was averted, we have lost yet another dwarf. Four of our number have died in as many months. This is a worrying trend and gives me shivers when I give it thought. A giant at our gates must mean that the stories of our wealth are spreading across the land. The gate above our heads need to be completed. Worse horrors than giants will follow after the beast we have just slain.
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Congrats on the extremely metal death, Dan
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Goddamn that's a metal description. I love it.
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hell yeah  please put me in the militia as a crossbowdwarf if you haven't already, i too wish to die horribly.
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Aug 4, 2020 00:07
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Can't wait for more glorious death. The descriptions of combat were always the best part.
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Let's hope we can find some metal soon
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An earring, huh? It's a start.
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Black Robe posted:An earring, huh? It's a start. Do you have Prince Albrecht in a can?
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I'm on the dwarfing list and there's a star next to my name but I can't find a screenshot of myself. Did you miss it or did you miss naming me entirely?
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Aug 4, 2020 12:10
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It seems I forgot to upload the screenshot. Humblest apologies. ''
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Ah, finally made it. Looks like I can be useful cannon-fodder.
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I appreciate that my dorf is both tall and very fat. Also just you wait, I'm sure there are some bees out here somewhere!
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Mathwyn posted:I appreciate that my dorf is both tall and very fat. Ice Bees turning snowflakes into delicious frost honey, Magma Bees turning molten metals into delicious Lava Honey.
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Black Robe posted:Yay, metaldorf! God's dang blow-in took my job!! IPA is undoubtedly milling into the elvish wine, making waspish remarks about the poor quality of the immigrant-produced weapons he's seeing and telling anyone who will listen how the lead cabinet he made once back home was the talk of the mountainhome (notwithstanding the several dwarves who starved to death while hauling it to his bedroom)
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