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If you are sending a [[Dwarf_Fortress_Wiki:Site_support|donation]] to [http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/ Bay12Games], they might send you an ASCII Art Reward in exchange. It is a small scene happening in the Dwarf Fortress world. If the same donator gives more than one time, it is also possible that the bits of ASCII Art follow each other and form a story.
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Previously, when you sent a [[Project:Site support|donation]] to [[Bay 12 Games]], you could choose between two rewards: a Crayon Art Reward or an ASCII Art Reward. The ASCII art was a small scene made of a few [[wikipedia:ASCII|ASCII]] characters, along with a unique story written by [[ThreeToe]] happening in the ''Dwarf Fortress'' world. Each scene had a chance to appear later in some form in one of [http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/dev_story.html ThreeToe's Stories]. If the same donor gave more than one time, it was also possible that the bits of ASCII Art followed each other and formed a story.
  
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Each piece of ASCII Art Reward belong to the donator who received it, but to appetize new potential donators, sharing them might be a good thing :
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Each piece of ASCII Art Reward belongs to the donor who received it, but sharing them for posterity might be a good thing.
  
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==[[User:Beefx|Beefx]]==
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On February 1st, 2020 they announced that they would not be doing rewards after that month.
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===(25 June 2007)===
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{| class="wikitable" style="text-align:center; margin: 1em auto 1em auto"
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<pre>"++@k@++"</pre>
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! colspan=4 | ASCII Art Rewards (alphabetically by contributor)
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/A-F|A &ndash; F]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/G-L|G &ndash; L]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/M-S|M &ndash; S]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/T-Z|T &ndash; Z]]
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|}
  
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[[Category:Humor and stories]]
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{{unversioned}}
  
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Zolon and Morul stood near the steel cage.  The brown humanoid inside sat with its hands on its knees, rocking back and forth.
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'''Source(s):'''  [http://www.bay12games.com/support.html Game support]
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[https://www.patreon.com/posts/33653513 Last rewards through February 2020!]
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"Clearly, the kobold was molded from stone."  Zolon stroked his black beard. He then glanced at Morul, raising an eyebrow.
 
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"Not so fast...  the yellow eyes glow.  Fire was involved."  Morul was a slow thinker, but he was not easily moved.
 
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"Stagis!  Bacabadabis!"  The kobold began to screech in its low tongue.  Zolon and Morul observed in silence until the creature quieted down.
 
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"Was that the wind then?"  Zolon asked.
 
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"It seems the interplay of the elements is nuanced in this one, even if the final realization is... lacking."
 
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Morul did not disdain the beast so much that he did not feed it, now that the trapper had entrusted it into his keeping.  The philosopher had left a few pieces of old venison in the cage and the creature now lifted one and inspected it.  After a few sniffs, the kobold pitched it through the steel bars.  The dwarves watched as the meat spun through the air and landed a few yards from the cage.  When they turned back around, the kobold was inches away from them, its face pressed against the bars.
 
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"Augis," it moaned.  "Augis!"  Louder and louder it wailed.
 
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Zolon and Morul covered their ears.  "And this is a tempest?"  Zolon said facetiously.
 
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"Let's adjourn until the storm passes.  Perhaps we can find a meal the thing will accept."  Morul turned and walked down a nearby corridor, toward the kitchen.  Zolon followed close behind.
 
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After they had left, the kobold stopped moaning and sat back on its haunches.  Opening its small clawed fingers, the creature smiled.  On its palm rested an iron key.
 
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==[[User:Bombcar|Bombcar]]==
 
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===(30 December 2007)===
 
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<pre>++g~~U~~C+++</pre>
 
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Goblins in tattered rags pulled the chains with speed as the whips
 
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cracked.  Slowly the gate rose revealing a grotesque creature bent on
 
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destruction.  Its three eyes bounced on their stalks as the monster
 
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pulled itself forward on two huge, muscular arms.  It came to a sudden
 
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halt as Ameltoss the wizard stepped into its path.  Though he had
 
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raised it from a stinking poisonous egg, the wizard knew not whether
 
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he still commanded the beast.  This was the final test.  He raised his
 
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staff and commanded the monster to return to its lair.  The creature's
 
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lips peeled back to reveal ten rows of razor sharp teeth.  Ameltoss
 
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swallowed hard and shouted his command once more.  Now was the moment
 
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of truth.
 
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==[[User:Bott Maggot|Bott Maggot]]==
 
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===(03 August 2007)===
 
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<pre>+&=o=@+</pre>
 
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"You've come, Kogan.  The Lordaxe.  It is said you have a mighty constitution, but can you hold your own at my table?"  The demon slammed the great flagon down on to the center of the table.  A few dark drops splattered on the stone and smouldered.
 
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"I can take whatever you offer, fiend, and I'll count you a poor host if that brew there on the table doesn't move me half as much as the whiskey of my homeland."
 
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"Ah, your homeland.  It will make a fine gateway to the Underworld someday."
 
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"I wish I could say the dwarves would enjoy making a mine of this palace, but alas, your halls reek of filth.  It would be difficult to persuade them."
 
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"Less talk, more drink.  You call yourself a dwarf?"
 
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Without another word, Kogan seized the flagon with his scarred fist.  He could feel the infernal heat emanating from the brew, and the smell was appalling.  Even so, he hefted the drink to his open mouth and downed it completely, setting the empty flagon on the table in triumph.
 
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==[[User:Caeonosphere|Caeonosphere]]==
 
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===(07 January 2008)===
 
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<pre>,.U-.,.GT.</pre>
 
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The mighty barbarian clenched his teeth as he snapped the arrow
 
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protruding from his chest.  He laughed as he bounded through the brush
 
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after the cowardly ambusher.  Just another scar among many, proving
 
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his manhood like all the rest.  The foolish goblin archer tried to
 
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scale a tree to lose him.  Smiling with anticipation of the kill, the
 
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barbarian took a throwing axe from his belt and hurled it at his
 
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enemy.  The blade struck the goblin in the helmet, splitting it in
 
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two.  As the stunned goblin sank to the base of the tree, the
 
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barbarian approached him, grabbing him by the throat.
 
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"Well, my friend," said the barbarian.  "It looks as if this game has
 
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come to an end."
 
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==[[User:Davion|Davion]]==
 
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===(28 July 2008)===
 
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<pre>bBbBbBbB####HU*########||+UU+||</pre>
 
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The master thief leapt from the tower, the royal jewels still in his
 
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hands.  The pursuing guard ran to the side to watch in wonder as the
 
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burglar plunged to his death.  But lo, a giant hawk flew down and
 
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plucked him out of the sky.  The aging king stormed out onto the roof
 
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of the tower, still in his bed clothes.
 
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"Curse you Faltrix!" screamed the king as the bird flew toward the horizon.
 
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The rogue had known the hawk since it was a hatchling.  It was then he
 
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had pulled an arrow from its wing.  Thus began the most famous
 
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partnership of the age.  The hawk rider and his steed were known
 
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throughout the land as heroes of the people, stealing from the rich
 
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and giving to the poor.
 
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A dark cloud rose on the horizon.  The smile fell from Faltrix's lips
 
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as the evil creatures sprung their ambush.  Bat men!  How had these
 
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creatures strayed so far from the mountains?  The evil beings rode
 
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giant bats and shot poison darts from their blow guns.  Faltrix
 
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commanded his mount to dive low.  Perhaps he could lose them in the
 
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trees of the forest below.
 
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==[[User:Ergot|Ergot]]==
 
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===(14 June 2007)===
 
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<pre>""w"w@%"w"w</pre>
 
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Doran shifted from foot to foot as he looked from side to side.  Eventually the dwarf's head dropped and he clutched his beard, his wide eyes wild, staring at the dirt.  They were everywhere.
 
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"Cave weevils.  Cave weevils on my crops.  My pig tails, all of my pig tails are gone.  But this season will be different, mark my words, by the Lordaxe it will."  The dwarf pulled a bulky glove from his belt.  The knuckles were studded with iron.  Doran slid the glove over his hand, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile.  The farmer's eyes grew dark.
 
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One of the foot-long insects crawled in front of the dwarf, and he hammered it into the earth with his fist, smashing the weevil until it was well-ground.  "Flat.  I'll pound 'em all flat.  We might not have cloth this year, but we'll have plenty of meal."
 
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==[[User:Furiousfish|Furiousfish]]==
 
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===(14 July 2007)===
 
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<pre>++@g####</pre>
 
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"Tell me where the child is being taken and I'll let you live!" Kogan yelled down at the goblin, desperation marking his voice. Mul had shot this wretch in the leg, but the kidnapper had escaped. The goblin hanging by Kogan's hand over the chasm was just a bodyguard. The goblin smiled wickedly, taking delight in Kogan's distress. "Even now, your child is approaching the prison where he'll live out the next decade of his miserable life," it spat. "And then, well..." The fiend began to chuckle. "Where is the child?" Kogan asked with finality. The goblin closed its eyes and was silent. Kogan let the creature drop away into the darkness.
 
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===(27 February 2008)===
 
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<pre>","".g%@.",""."..</pre>
 
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Dorol struggled against the coarse sackcloth. The darkness was total,and it smelled even more foul than his uncle's rotten-toothed whiskeybreath. He had been playing with his miniforge by the cave river wheneverything had gone black. Dorol had heard a commotion shortly after,followed by terrible undwarven screaming, but afteward just the softfootfalls of somebody running quickly along with the rustling of thesack. At once, whoever was carrying him stopped and let the sack drop hardon the ground. There was a rustling, and the sack opened. It wasnighttime, and Dorol could see the face of his captor looking down athim. A goblin! The fiend pulled the cloth down far enough thatDorol's head stuck up out of the opening. The dwarf held tightly onto his toy, uncertain and afraid. "Here, eat this," the goblin said, holding out something. Dorolworked one of his hands out of the sack and took the offering. It wasa piece of spoiled meat, crawling with diseased larvae. The childdropped it on the ground by the sack. "Hey, that's good meat," the goblin complained, reaching down to pickit up. "The master gave it to me just for you." The goblin loweredits voice and mumbled. "I'd eat it, but he is always watching me, andhe knows when I've been bad. "Now eat up," the goblin drew closer and pushed the meat into thedwarf's face. Like a true smith, the dwarven child struck, smashingthe hammer of his miniforge into the goblin's eye! The goblin cringed, clutching his face. After a moment he shook hishead and looked up at the sack, but the dwarf was nowhere to be seen.Filling with rage, driven by fear of his master's torments, the goblinshouted, "You can't run, you hairy snot! I'll hunt you, and I'll findyou!" Snatching up the sack, the goblin ran off into the wilds.
 
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==[[User:Hellzon|Hellzon]]==
 
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===(17 December 2007)===
 
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<pre>,.@@~~o~~~</pre>
 
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A rock plopped into the cave river from the platform above.  There
 
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Durgal and the dwarf girl sat, above the murky waters.  Durgal
 
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explained, in great detail, his plans for the future.  When the riches
 
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of the mountain were plundered, he would diagram the plans for a
 
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second fortress himself.  How the dwarves would love him!
 
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"But in your haste for riches," asked the girl, "would you have time
 
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for the ones you love?"
 
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Durgal's face became red as a cave turnip.  He looked quickly away
 
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from her and stared into the dark water.  There, eyes gazed up to meet
 
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him.  Durgal reached for his axe, telling the girl to warn the others.
 
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A pale, slimy hand reached out of the depths and pulled the creature
 
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upward.  It was an olmman!
 
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===(3 September 2008)===
 
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<pre>ff,@,.@,o~~~~~</pre>
 
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"Back!" cried Durgal, "back to the hall!"  The dwarf girl turned and
 
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screamed.  Two blind cave fish men blocked the way out.  Durgal turned
 
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and swung his axe at the olmman, now completely out of the water.  It
 
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deftly dodged his panicked swings.  The dwarf girl screamed as the
 
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cave fish men crawled toward her, arms outstretched, feeling their way
 
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along the floor.
 
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"By the power of the Lordaxe!" screamed Durgal, holding his axe aloft.
 
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The dungeon rumbled.  The sound of water crashed through the tunnel.
 
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The fighters were swept away.  The olmman grabbed Durgal's axe arm as
 
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they were washed through the watery tunnel.  The dwarf pulled a dagger
 
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from his belt and jammed it into the monster's guts.
 
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"Gula!" cried Durgal, bursting above the surface of the water.  He
 
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pulled the axe free of the olmman's grasp and brought the pommel down
 
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on its head, knocking it senseless. "Gula!" he cried again.  With
 
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sudden terror, Durgal recalled where this tunnel led -- the chasm.
 
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Only a few seconds until the ultimate terrible plunge.
 
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"Durgal!" cried the dwarf girl, Gula.  With all his strength, he
 
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stretched to reach her in the crashing water.
 
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==[[User:Janus|Janus]]==
 
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===(12 October 2006)===
 
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<pre>BgB
 
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B@g
 
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gBB</pre>
 
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Beak dogs and goblins surround the adventurer!  What will happen next?!
 
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===(13 February 2007)===
 
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<pre>gg...
 
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.B.B=
 
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..BB.
 
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.%B@/
 
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.-...</pre>
 
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One of the five beak dogs pounced.  Rogar leapt, planting a foot on the beast's head and propelling himself toward the tattoed goblin.  Just as they collided, Rogar planted his dagger through the goblin's left eye.  They hit the ground hard, and Rogar rolled forward to his feet, spinning to face the remaining eight opponents.  The beak dog he had jumped on was still shaking its head, wincing.  Behind them stood a wiry goblin with a wild mane of maroon hair, brandishing a scimitar, and a lardy goblin holding an iron-studded club.
 
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The beak dogs charged Rogar in unison.  His dagger was stuck back in the twitching goblin's face, but weaponless he stood his ground before them.  The first dog to reach him received Rogar's knee under its chin, the long cruel spike at the top of the warrior's half-greave piercing the creature's throat.  Two more beak dogs reached him as he twisted his leg in the air, trying to free it from his bleeding adversary.  The beasts slammed into him, one getting a hold of his right arm above the elbow, the other gnashing at his face.  Before it could tear his nose off, Rogar grabbed it by the neck with his left hand and held it back.  The other dog sank its beak deeper into the flesh of Rogar's arm.  Could this be the end?!
 
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===(5 May 2007)===
 
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<pre>|+@g+++</pre>
 
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Rogar awoke in pain, his wrists in chains, his wounded arm throbbing.  He opened his eyes only to be greeted by an all-encompassing darkness.  This must be Shalthidon's dungeon, which meant that he was locked inside the Tower of Hate from which no man had ever returned.
 
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A dim light flickered some distance away, and he could see the silhouetted bars of his prison.  Beyond them, shadows danced, and he heard a grating sound.  The bars slid aside, and the lardy goblin waddled into the chamber holding a torch.
 
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The foul creature stood below Rogar where he hung, an idiot grin perking up the otherwise sagging jowls of its bloated face.
 
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"The master says you are to be entertained," it croaked as it continued to smile.
 
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"I do not desire such pleasures as Shalthidon has to offer," Rogar answered.  "Be off with you.  The larder has grown lonely."
 
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"The master says you are to feel the fire," the thing chortled.  The goblin lifted the torch and took a step toward Rogar.
 
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It was enough.  Rogar lashed out with his legs, hooking them around the goblin's neck.  In a feat of strength that would become legend, Rogar strained against the chains on his arms, lifting the massive goblin and all its corpulence from the floor.  There was a sickening crack, and the fixtures in the ceiling gave way.  Rogar fell into the goblin's lardy folds, pushing away desperately until he regained his feet, ready to fight, but the goblin was already dead with a broken neck.
 
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Fortunately, the torch had not been smothered.  The warrior picked it up and held it high.  There was nothing else in the cell.  Aside from the chains, the torch was his only possession.  Now it's the master who'll be entertained, Rogar thought, as he strode out into the passageway.
 
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===(7 August 2007)===
 
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<pre>@+++"E"</pre>
 
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Rogar strode toward the great iron doors, leaving a trail of blood that was not his own.  In his hand he held a scimitar and from each of his wrists the chains still hung.  All of the servants of Shalthidon that lurked within the Tower of Hate were now dead, save whatever was in this room at the pinnacle of the tower.  The sword he had seized from the maroon-maned goblin, who had led the goblins in the tower barracks.
 
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The warrior pushed hard on the iron doors and they opened inward with a groan.  There, surrounded by brightly colored flowers, was an elf.  The sun shone down on the tower top through windows in the elegant curved ceiling.  The entire room sparkled.
 
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"Are you a prisoner here?  Where is Shalthidon?" Rogar asked urgently.
 
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The elf chuckled pleasantly.  "Child, Rogar, I am Shalthidon.  My parents named me Lilarilqua, but my attempts to hold the goblins under my sway with that name met with disaster.  Are you cold?  Let me fetch you something warm."  Shalthidon fished around under a dresser and pulled out a plush cloak with lacy frills.  "The material was all offered freely from the feather trees, Rogar.  You don't have to worry about the animals."
 
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Rogar was still stunned.  Shalthidon, the Bringer of Ruin, murderer of his parents, lord of the evil of the creeping wastes that had engulfed half the world, was an elf.  Dispelling the cloud over his mind, the warrior focused.  That will only make killing him all the more satisfying, he thought.  Rogar lifted his blade and advanced.
 
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==[[User:Kosmos|Kosmos]]==
 
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===(11 September 2007)===
 
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<pre>T+TT@C +</pre>
 
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"Twist my arm, why don't you?  You louse," Doran had complained as Bomtek continued to bother him.
 
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"Come on, Doran!  It's just a bottle of whiskey.  The Baron won't miss it.  When you deliver his table, just take a little something for yourself.  And share it with me."
 
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Now Doran was standing in the Baron's dining room.  It already had a fine granite table at its center; the noble had just wanted an obsidian corner piece as an accent.  As the dwarf set the table down, Bomtek's repeated needling suggestions still echoed in his mind.  It was just one bottle.  There are so many in the cabinet.  The Baron won't miss just one of them.
 
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The dwarf had to pass the cabinet on the way out.  With every step toward it, he felt the whiskey within calling in his heart.  Doran's face flushed hot and his stomach felt as if it were being squeezed and twisted.  Maybe I'll just look, he thought.  Just look and go.  He reached out his hand and gently opened the cabinet's door.  There was only one bottle inside.  Bomtek, you fool, he thought.  Yet the whiskey still beckoned him forward, and he continued to gaze on the bottle in silence as it drew him ever closer.
 
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==[[User:Laod|Laod]]==
 
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===(15 October 2006)===
 
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<pre>T..o..T
 
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Trolls are playing dodgeball with a boulder!  Who will win?!</pre>
 
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--[[User:Laod|Laod]] 15 October 2006
 
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==[[User:MacGyvers_Mullet|MacGyvers_Mullet]]==
 
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===Rognar:(11 November 2007)===
 
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<pre>%%%@%%%,../.,\</pre>
 
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The sword slid through the goblin's throat and the dying creature fell
 
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to the ground sputtering.  Rognar had been born into a world of
 
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violence, and he would not share it with these stinking beasts.
 
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Striding upon their unnumbered broken bodies, the warrior reached the
 
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summit of the corpse mound and surveyed the carnage.  The siege had
 
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been broken.  Here and there, a wimpering slave of darkness put up
 
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resistance or simply clung to life, but soon they would all be
 
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vanquished and the sun would bring a glorious dawn to the blood-red
 
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battlefield.  Rognar smiled.  It was a great day to be a dwarf.
 
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−
-Tarn
 
−
 
 
−
===Neandar Begin:(3 July 2008)===
 
−
 
 
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<pre>!!()!!,k,...@,..#######||</pre>
 
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He would never let the fiend escape again.  That was what Neandar the
 
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dwarf thought before he flung himself into the black air of the chasm
 
−
after the skulking kobold thief.  For many seconds they fell, time
 
−
enough for Neandar to recall his short life and short career on the
 
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Fortress Guard.  Wet matter slammed into the dwarf's face and gave
 
−
way.  The dwarf smashed through a dozen giant spider webs and hit the
 
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ground running, hot on the trail of the kobold scum.
 
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A huge standing ring of fire dominated the floor of the chasm.  The
 
−
kobold made for the hell portal with all speed.  Neandar stopped in
 
−
his tracks.  It was one thing to plunge to certain death in order to
 
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retrieve a granite puzzle box.  It was quite another to cast oneself
 
−
into a dimension of ultimate evil.  Yet these kobold cowards could not
 
−
be allowed to run about as they pleased.  Lifting his axe over his
 
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head, the dwarf charged into the portal of doom.
 
−
 
 
−
-Zach
 
−
 
 
−
==[[User:McDoomhammer|McDoomhammer]]==
 
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===(6 May 2008)===
 
−
 
 
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<pre>T,.ggUggg..TT------,TT,.T.U.UU.,..TTT</pre>
 
−
 
 
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The three chosen warriors left the Citadel of Hope, strapped on with
 
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all manner of magic weapons that the Council of Elders had presented
 
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them.  Shizenbubin was the tracker of the group, always hot on the
 
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trail of danger.  Shizentubin was her sister, skilled in the ways of
 
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the blade so that no enemy neck was safe.  Azoul Buck was the leader.
 
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She ran her fingers through her short blond hair, her muscular arm
 
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flexing, covered with the crude tattoos of her tribe.
 
−
 
 
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This would be a short quest indeed.  A party of goblins had ambushed
 
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the prince on his way to the castle.  All the heroes need do is return
 
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him unspoiled.  It would be easy to intercept them then on their way
 
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to the Black Fortress, given Shizenbubin's incredible skill.  However,
 
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time was not on their side.  Goblins grew bored easily and might make
 
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sport of the prince's bodily members.  Azoul set the pace, a quick
 
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trot through the woods.  She smiled at the easily-won glory that
 
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awaited her squad at the end of the journey.
 
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==[[User:Md5i|Md5i]]==
 
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===(12 May 2007)===
 
−
<pre>##.,.||+++@+|</pre>
 
−
 
 
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"That ought to keep 'em out," Doran said confidently, patting the granite
 
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block which he had just slid into place.  Ever since the Baron had insisted
 
−
on mining out the gold vein in the wall, Doran had been dealing with the
 
−
rats.  It couldn't be helped.  Gold was gold after all, but it was just
 
−
Doran's luck that the miners had broken through to a large chasm not far
 
−
from the craftsdwarf's room.
 
−
 
 
−
The dwarf laid down on his bed and began to think about the next project.  A
 
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puzzlebox, perhaps, something challenging.  Just as Doran was drifting off
 
−
into dreams of the design, he heard a scratching on the block.
 
−
 
 
−
"Ha!  Keep trying you little demons," the dwarf chuckled.  The scratching
 
−
continued.  It was irritating, but the dwarf could block it out.  Then there
 
−
was a grating scrape as the block moved an inch.  The dwarf sat up and
 
−
stared at the wall in amazement.  Impossible, he thought.
 
−
 
 
−
The block slid forward further.  Small, clawed fingers worked their way
 
−
around the stone until a gray, furry hand grasped one corner of the block.
 
−
The stone turned slightly.
 
−
 
 
−
Doran seized his chisel from the nearby table and leapt toward the block,
 
−
stabbing downward.  The tool grazed the hand, leaving a spatter of blood on
 
−
the stone.  There was a shriek, and the bleeding hand disappeared into the
 
−
dark crack.
 
−
 
 
−
The craftsdwarf pushed the block back into place and backed away, chisel in
 
−
hand.  After a moment, the scratching began anew.
 
−
 
 
−
===(07 Jun 2007)===
 
−
<pre>##.,.||%r%+@+|</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
"Leave me be, you fiend!"  Doran yelled, his chisel held toward the stone
 
−
block.  The scratching became louder and more persistent.
 
−
 
 
−
Once again, the block moved, but this time no fingers poked through the
 
−
crack.  The beast had learned.  The slab of granite was being pushed
 
−
directly from behind, and it glided slowly toward Doran.  The dwarf backed
 
−
toward his bed.
 
−
 
 
−
The block stopped sliding.  There was now enough space to allow something to
 
−
pass through the hole in the wall, but the block was large and Doran could
 
−
not see behind it.  For a long moment, nothing stirred.  The craftsdwarf
 
−
knelt and opened the chest by the foot of his bed, muttering.
 
−
 
 
−
At once, a creature leapt from behind the block and faced Doran.  It was a
 
−
ratman, ravening, its long yellow incisors surrounded by froth, its
 
−
patchy-furred flesh stretched tight over its starved body.  The thing
 
−
hungered and would have Doran for its meal.
 
−
 
 
−
The dwarf stood, a vial in his hand.  The ratman lunged forward and Doran
 
−
hurled the vial at the beast's face.  The glass shattered, and the creature
 
−
clutched its black protruding eyes as they steamed.  Doran rushed forward
 
−
and stabbed the ratman repeatedly with the chisel until it stopped moving.
 
−
 
 
−
"Pity about that.  I was going to ask Mul to do some etchings for me."
 
−
 
 
−
===(15 Jul 2007)===
 
−
<pre>##===@=D####</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
"Yes, I'm sorry, Mul, it would have been a thrilling project," Doran said,
 
−
pausing to take another swig of whiskey.  "I can't believe how much trouble
 
−
we've been having with ratmen lately."
 
−
 
 
−
"Perhaps there's a larger beast down in the chasm riling them up," Mul
 
−
replied.  "Kogan's child was taken not long ago."
 
−
 
 
−
"Yes, surely something unusual is afoot."
 
−
 
 
−
Meanwhile, Kogan stood with his axe by the chasm bridge.  Ever since the boy
 
−
Aliz had been lost, the soldier had tirelessly patrolled the walkways along
 
−
the deepest parts of the rift, killing dozens of ratmen and a few large
 
−
spiders.  He would not be satisfied until the depths were devoid of life.
 
−
 
 
−
A foul wind blew up from the chasm.  Kogan leaned to the side and peered
 
−
down over the edge of the bridge.  The impact was sudden and the dwarf was
 
−
knocked on his back in the middle of the bridge.  Kogan heard the sound of
 
−
stone being scraped without respect, and he.found himself staring into the
 
−
rotten eyes of a giant decaying reptile.
 
−
 
 
−
==[[User:Midelne|Midelne]]==
 
−
 
 
−
===Fish Dwarf Begin: (6 August 2007)===
 
−
<pre>~~@~~X</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
They called him Fish-Dwarf.  He was the only worker in the outpost willing to brave the depths of the cave river in order to service the floodgate mechanisms when they became clogged with the seasonal muds.
 
−
 
 
−
It was that time again.  The farming gates weren't operational, and the planting had to begin immediately.  Fish-Dwarf had his tools, and the special fins he had manufactured were secured to broad feet.  Everything was ready.  The frightened faces of the onlooking children would not dissuade him.  Fish-Dwarf understood that this was his calling.  He was the only one that could save the outpost.  The dwarf inhaled, and his chest swelled to nearly double its original size.  Clearing his mind, the dwarf dove into the water.
 
−
 
 
−
===(8 November 2007)===
 
−
<pre>~~~@%X</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
Fish-Dwarf swam down the narrow tunnel to the gate mechanism.  The water was murky and even with his superior vision he could only just see his hands sweeping ahead of him.
 
−
 
 
−
The upper portion of the mechanism appeared suddenly before him.  The dwarf inspected the machinery quickly, mindful of his air, yet confident that he had at least a few minutes left.  The top assembly was clear, so the mud must have worked itself into the lower gears.  Fish-Dwarf pushed his way down.
 
−
 
 
−
The swollen rotting face of a lizardman greeted him, twisted into the gears.  Not again, Fish-Dwarf thought, dejected.  It would take at least three trips to dislodge all of the chunks.  The dwarf removed the chisel from his tool case and began working it into the sticking jam.
 
−
 
 
−
===(10 December 2007)===
 
−
<pre>+@@+@@@+~~~~~</pre>
 
−
 
−
"Fish-Dwarf, you have saved us!" the children shouted as the wet dwarf
 
−
pulled his way up on to the bank.  He had finished his last cleaning
 
−
run, and already the floodgate was rising, ushering in the waters that
 
−
would prepare the way for the summer harvest.
 
−
 
−
"Truly, Fish-Dwarf, your mastery of the murky depths never ceases to
 
−
amaze us.  You are a hero," the Mayor Kogan said, offering Fish-Dwarf
 
−
a mug of the outpost's best.
 
−
 
−
"I am glad I could help," Fish-Dwarf said, draining the mug in one
 
−
motion.  "If only the river waters were whiskey, my life would be
 
−
complete."
 
−
 
−
"I fear we would never see you again if that were the case!" the Mayor jested.
 
−
 
−
Fish-Dwarf pondered a moment.  "Indeed.  Yet the search for the
 
−
Whiskey River is a quest for the young, I'm afraid."
 
−
 
−
"We here at Gladanvil are happy to have you," the Mayor replied as the
 
−
crowd dispersed.  As the others left, the mayor pulled Fish-Dwarf
 
−
aside.
 
−
 
−
"-- and yet, I fear you cannot stay long.  I've received word from
 
−
King Dorazar.  He has heard tell of your talents, and our liaison from
 
−
the Mountainhome has conveyed his request for your presence at the
 
−
capital."
 
−
 
−
"My presence?  Surely the engineers of the Mountainhome can manage the
 
−
mighty floodgates and channels of Steelpoint without my help."
 
−
 
−
"It isn't farming trouble, Fish-Dwarf," the Mayor said, lowering his
 
−
voice to a whisper. "Many fisherdwarves have been lost to the waters.
 
−
There is something lurking in the Lake of Columns."
 
−
 
 
−
===(18 January 2008)===
 
−
<pre>~~~@/~~%OB%OO%%%~~</pre>
 
−
 
−
Innumerable stalactites hung from the ceiling of the expansive gem-lit
 
−
cavern, many dipping down through the still surface of the black
 
−
waters.  This was the Lake of Columns, the source of life for
 
−
Steelpoint, and now a place of dread.
 
−
 
−
Fish-Dwarf fit the blades into place on his fins.  The citizens of
 
−
Steelpoint did not know what the creature was, but no fewer than seven
 
−
fisherdwarves had been lost at the shore. No matter, thought
 
−
Fish-Dwarf.  King Dorazar had charged him to slay the lurking threat,
 
−
and that is what he would do.  Still, the nature of the creature
 
−
eluded him.  It had been years since his last combat with an aquatic
 
−
beast, and then it was only the cave crocodiles and lizardmen that
 
−
occasionally harassed his own community.  Steelpoint would not have
 
−
sent for him over such a triviality.  Hefting his mighty trident,
 
−
Fish-Dwarf nodded to the gathered onlookers before leaping into the
 
−
lake.
 
−
 
−
The water was clear, and he could see the broad columns well ahead of
 
−
him down to where they joined the submerged floor of the cavern.
 
−
Behind any of these formations, the beast could lurk.
 
−
 
−
There!  Nestled between three columns was a gigantic bloated form on
 
−
the lake bottom.  Fish-Dwarf swam closer, almost drifting.  What
 
−
manner of beast was this?  Great tentacles it had, and a toothy maw
 
−
which flopped open as it slumbered, surrounded by half-consumed bodies
 
−
of the dead.
 
−
 
−
Fish-Dwarf was almost upon it now, his trident lifted above his head
 
−
as he sank slowly toward the sleeping fiend.  As he prepared to
 
−
strike, the lurid thing's lone eye flashed open.
 
−
 
 
−
===(15 May 2008)===
 
−
<pre>------------------------
 
−
~~~~~~~~~~~@/~%~~~~~~~~~
 
−
------------------------</pre>
 
−
 
−
Tentacles lashed out, looping around Fish-Dwarf's torso and pinning
 
−
his arms to his chest.  A force stronger than any he had ever
 
−
experienced crushed his ribs and a stream of bubbles shot from his
 
−
mouth as the breath was squeezed from his body.  Fish-Dwarf
 
−
desperately slashed at the tentacles with his fin blades and as his
 
−
vision faded to black he saw that the water was thick with curling
 
−
purple ribbons of the foul beast's tainted blood.  The monster's grip
 
−
loosened and Fish-Dwarf was able to free his arms.  His sight had not
 
−
returned, but when he stabbed his trident downward, he felt it sink
 
−
deep into the creature.  The monster's body convulsed and it raced
 
−
into the open water, Fish-Dwarf still clinging to the imbedded weapon.
 
−
 
−
I cannot let go so long as I cannot see, or I will surely be devoured,
 
−
Fish-Dwarf thought, though the beast continued on into the depths at
 
−
such speed that the diver could not maintain his bearings, and
 
−
suddenly in the back of his mind arose a strange sensation...  it was
 
−
the need for air, such as he had not experienced for many years.  A
 
−
tingling came to his throat and nose, and his head began to feel numb
 
−
as he became more desperate for breath, and yet slowly, his vision was
 
−
returning.
 
−
 
−
The beast slowed, its energy spent, and it settled on to the lake
 
−
bottom, unmoving.  Fish-Dwarf jammed the trident into it a few times;
 
−
the thing was dead.  Now, the surface!  Fish-Dwarf pulled his weapon
 
−
from the monster and swam upward, but he stopped immediately.  As far
 
−
as he could see in the now-dark water, a smooth ceiling of limestone
 
−
greeted him.  The monster had fled into a great crack in the lake
 
−
bottom, so far and so deep that the light from the gem lamps was no
 
−
longer visible.  Just the endless water and rock of the submerged
 
−
tomb of Fish-Dwarf, he thought, as he chose a direction and swam.
 
−
 
 
−
===Fish Dwarf End: (1 July 2008)===
 
−
<pre>,@!,.~~~~~~~~</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
He had chosen the wrong direction. Either that or the beast had
 
−
dragged Fish-Dwarf so far into the mountain that the fires of the
 
−
underworld were closer than the light of the lamps. His breath was
 
−
long since gone -- moving forward was all that could keep him from
 
−
panicking. After every few kicks, the dwarf would reach up to feel
 
−
the limestone. If anything, the rock was closing in. No... what's
 
−
this? His hand curled up around a sharp corner. Fish-Dwarf grabbed
 
−
it firmly with both hands and pulled, launching himself upward.
 
−
 
 
−
The dwarf fully expected to meet a wall of rock, but instead he glided
 
−
freely until at long last he broke the surface of the water, gasping
 
−
for air. As the dwarf calmed down, he realized that he could still
 
−
see nothing. He felt walls close by in all directions, as if he had
 
−
just swum up a shaft, though there was a ledge overhanging the water
 
−
on to which he could haul himself and rest his weary body. Fish-Dwarf
 
−
passed in and out of consciousness for a time, perhaps an hour, before
 
−
he sat up and assessed his situation.
 
−
 
 
−
He could dive back into the water with his lungs full of air and try
 
−
to find the lamps, now unmolested by great underwater beasts, but he
 
−
did not relish the idea of leaving the entrance to the shaft behind in
 
−
total darkness as he explored the crevice below. The only alternative
 
−
was to feel his way along the walls from this ledge above the grotto.
 
−
These limestone mountains were laced with natural caverns and after a
 
−
brief exploration of the surrounding stone he found this hollow was no
 
−
exception -- there was a mud-slicked passage that ran into the
 
−
mountain. Without hesitation, Fish-Dwarf struck out into the cavern.
 
−
 
 
−
-- How long since he had started on this dreary journey? Though the mud
 
−
was often thick, Fish-Dwarf had not trudged through so much as a
 
−
puddle these many days. He thirsted for spirits, nay, even water, and
 
−
he longed to swim again. The dwarf had long since abandoned his fins
 
−
and other equipment as they encumbered him too much on the march.
 
−
Every so often, he imagined he saw the gem lamps ahead, though it
 
−
could just as easily be the cooking fires of a goblin encampment, or
 
−
some darker torture, as the lights of the capital he sought. There
 
−
they were, even now... lights! Or light at least, the barest speck
 
−
in the distance ahead. Fish-Dwarf moved swiftly, no longer plodding,
 
−
still careful of the stalactites but driving forward rapidly all the
 
−
same. The speck became an opening, and he could see the mud of the
 
−
passage floor illuminated in the distance, with stone walls further
 
−
beyond. Only a few more steps...
 
−
 
 
−
The cavern opened out upon a rocky river valley in a canyon sheer to
 
−
the greatest heights yet welcoming the noon-day sun. The entrance
 
−
where Fish-Dwarf stood was at the bottom of the cliffs a short walk
 
−
down pebble-laden slopes to the stream below. Instantly, Fish-Dwarf
 
−
could tell that these were no ordinary waters. They were the color of
 
−
honey, yet the current flowed rapidly. And the aroma! The
 
−
intoxicating aroma! There was no question in his mind. Whether it
 
−
fell from the throne of some inebriated sky god and vanished into the
 
−
underworld to besot the armies of hell made no difference, for here,
 
−
in this world, in this very mountain range, ran the slightest stretch
 
−
of the Whiskey River. His mind unencumbered by thoughts of duty or
 
−
home, Fish-Dwarf made his way down to the riverside to drink his fill.
 
−
 
 
−
===Hunger Begin (11 June 2008)===
 
−
<pre>,..,.++U+,.+,.+U~U||</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
Suffering blighted the land with cruel hunger.  Wagons brought foul
 
−
fungus from the dwarven mountains.  It was barely enough to sustain
 
−
those base enough to eat such filth.  The rest died.  Paldadar rested
 
−
against the hilt of his great sword.  He looked over his shoulder at
 
−
the dark stone castle.  Turning his back on mud brick huts, the knight
 
−
passed by the scraggly bearded guards and entered the keep.
 
−
 
−
Form a high window, bright, mocking sunlight shone across the dark
 
−
wooden throne and the troubled king that sat upon it.  The old man
 
−
reached for his cup, and after taking a sip, spat the vile dwarven
 
−
brew unto the stone floor.  A herald in a mud-smattered tunic rushed
 
−
to wipe up the spill, but seeing the knight, rose to confront him.
 
−
 
−
"You were not summoned, Sir Paldadar," spit the herald.  "Go ask the
 
−
peasants instead of begging the king for scraps from the royal table."
 
−
 
−
"Silence, Rodger," said the king.
 
−
 
−
The herald jumped away like a whipped dog.  The king motioned the
 
−
knight to come forward.
 
−
 
−
"The gods have abandoned this place," said the king.  "Only through
 
−
their glory will the days of bounty return.  It is for this reason you
 
−
must smite the heathen Farthlings where they dwell across the river.
 
−
When their land is in ruin, the gods at last will favor us."
 
−
 
−
The knight ground his teeth.  This was obviously High Priest Igland's
 
−
doing.  But perhaps there was wisdom in punishing the arrogant
 
−
Farthlings for their many insults.  Death by the sword was much
 
−
preferable to slow certain death by starvation.
 
−
 
 
−
===(17 June 2008)===
 
−
<pre>==?T?====,.UH,.U</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
As Paldadar walked away from the keep, peasants averted their hungry
 
−
faces.  He was still a knight, even if he represented the most
 
−
wretched of kingdoms.  A frail sissy approached from behind, leading
 
−
two horses.  Paldadar swung around, drawing his sword.  There stood
 
−
Rodger, wearing the snottiest of faces, his nose in the air.
 
−
 
−
"By the will of the king," he hissed, "I am to be your squire."
 
−
 
−
Paldadar prayed to the gods for mercy.  Would that a Farthling's bolt
 
−
find his heart soon that he be saved from further tortures.  Together
 
−
the pair made their way to the Temple of Love, where High Priest
 
−
Igland waited to bless their holy crusade.
 
−
 
−
The temple was built on a tall hill, a ring of marble columns
 
−
surrounding an enormous stone stele, pricking the sky with its
 
−
majesty.  All around the temple, peasants scrambled to snatch at the
 
−
scraps donated by the monks that poured rotten food down the hill.  As
 
−
Paldadar entered the temple, he was surrounded by fat priests and
 
−
priestesses that danced around him in a grotesque, undulating display.
 
−
 
 
−
The knight refused a cup of offered wine, which Rodger snatched up
 
−
and drank freely.
 
−
 
−
At the center of the temple, High Priest Igland stood, wearing nothing
 
−
save a red loincloth.
 
−
 
−
"When you wake in the morning," said Igland, "consider Love."
 
−
 
−
"Many happy couplings," said Paldadar as was the prescribed response.
 
−
 
−
"You must put an end to the Farthling menace," said the priest,
 
−
growing angry.  "If their God of Suicide spreads his faith to our
 
−
kingdom, none of our desperate peasants will survive.  You must strike
 
−
the heart of their kingdom and burn their temple to the ground."
 
−
 
−
Paldadar made the gesture of obedience and departed, pulling Rodger
 
−
away from the cavorting priests.
 
−
 
−
The kingdom of the Farthlings was separated from the kingdom of Love
 
−
by the River of Sorrow, whose wide fast-moving waters could only be
 
−
crossed in one place.  This was the Bridge of Destiny.  As the riders
 
−
approached, Rodger twitched with fear and apprehension, for it was
 
−
said the bridge was guarded by an evil water troll.  At the bridge,
 
−
Paldadar held up his gauntleted hand.  The horses stopped, and the
 
−
knight dismounted.  Paldadar drew his sword and walked out onto the
 
−
wooden planks.
 
−
 
 
−
===(3 July 2008)===
 
−
<pre>%,..%,.|%.,.UH,%..%%UH,,%.~%,..(%).,.%|,..%</pre>
 
−
 
−
Green flames shot up from beneath the bridge.  Horrid laughter pealed
 
−
across the blighted landscape.  The knight turned to see Rodger making
 
−
tracks back to the temple with the speed of a spooked hare.  Slowly
 
−
Paldadar looked over his shoulder to see the enormous bloated troll,
 
−
dripping with slime and black pus.
 
−
 
−
"You seek to pass into the land of suicide bearing the message of
 
−
love," said the troll.  "What will you tell them, knight?  Is slow
 
−
certain death by starvation superior than the final empowering
 
−
choice?"
 
−
 
−
"Where there is life, there is hope," said Paldadar.  "Love will
 
−
overcome all obstacles!"
 
−
 
−
"Spoken like a true student of Igland," said the troll, assuming a martial pose.
 
−
 
−
As Paldadar cut the monster down, his mind was wracked with doubt.
 
−
Was the nation of love superior?  He hailed from a place where young
 
−
people sold themselves for scraps of bread and yet he sought to bring
 
−
hope to a strange country.  He found Rodger hiding in a nearby bush
 
−
and hauled him, protesting, across the bridge.
 
−
 
−
The land of the Farthlings was lush and green compared to the land of
 
−
love.  Cherry blossoms rained down on the two riders as they wound
 
−
their way through the hills.  Even in these pleasant surroundings, the
 
−
demented nature of the Farthlings soon became evident.  Bodies dotted
 
−
the road here and there, swords plunged into their own guts.  Corpses
 
−
hung in the trees from hastily-tied nooses, over eager to take their
 
−
own lives.  As the riders passed, skeletal bodies lifted themselves
 
−
from the grass to watch them saunter on.
 
−
 
−
"Make babies, make babies, make babies," babbled Rodger, madly
 
−
reciting the Charm of Making.
 
−
 
−
At last they reached the capital of the Farthlings.  The wind blew red
 
−
rose petals through the cold, dead streets.  Even the cheerful sun
 
−
seemed dim in the vast tomb of a city.  Rodger stared straight ahead
 
−
as they made their way to the keep, careful not to look into the dark
 
−
doorway, behind which ominous rustlings could be heard.
 
−
 
−
The flag of Farthlingland flew above the ramparts of the citadel. At
 
−
the base of the wall lay the piles of bones of those who had
 
−
hopelessly thrown themselves over the side.  A wide moat circled the
 
−
castle.  As the two riders approached, a draw bridge was lowered over
 
−
the water.  Paldadar thought he could see a crowned figure on the wall
 
−
beckoning them inside.  As they crossed the bridge, Rodger made the
 
−
mistake of looking down into the water.  The currents were filled with
 
−
the souls of those who drowned themselves in desperate sorrow.  Eyes
 
−
shut tight, Rodger hugged the neck of his horse, and followed Paldadar
 
−
into the gate.
 
−
 
 
−
==[[User:Peristarkawan|Peristarkawan]]==
 
−
===(16 May 2007)===
 
−
<pre>=@()++@</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
Doran stirred the bubbling pot of syrup.  It was ready!  "Pour, pour, pour!" the dwarf sang.  Into the molds the syrup flowed.  "Another batch," the dwarf said, satisfied.
 
−
 
 
−
Just then, he noticed somebody standing in the doorway.  "Ah, Glornol.  What brings you to the kitchens this early?  Come to try a sticky treat?  I have some Anvil Drops cooling now.  Just a moment."
 
−
 
 
−
Doran turned to the tray on the table when he was startled by Glornol's shouting.  "What is the meaning of this?  Isn't there a war on?"
 
−
 
 
−
"Even soldiers need sticky treats, Glornol!"  Doran picked up two chocolate goblins and began to speak in a high-pitched throaty voice.
 
−
 
 
−
"Ooo, it's Glornol!" the first chocolate goblin said.
 
−
 
 
−
"Glornol's scared of the mean, mean goblins!" the second chocolate goblin observed.
 
−
 
 
−
"Let's eat the dwarf!  Yummies for tummies!" the first chocolate goblin offered.
 
−
 
 
−
"The dwarf might eat me instead!  Oh no!" the second chocolate goblin replied.  Doran held the goblin out to Glornol.
 
−
 
 
−
Glornol was not amused, but he snatched the candy from Doran's hand.  "Hrmph," he grunted, and biting the goblin's head off, he walked out of the kitchen.
 
−
 
 
−
==[[User:Qwip|Qwip]]==
 
−
===(05 December 2006)===
 
−
 
 
−
<pre>...@T@..###S#
 
−
 
 
−
Taking a break from their duty, the two guards sat at a table with a scenic view of the chasm.
 
−
They did not notice as they drained their mugs that they were being watched from the shadows
 
−
by clusters of pale eyes.  A table by the chasm?! </pre>
 
−
--[[User:Qwip|Qwip]] 05 December 2006
 
−
 
 
−
===(09 February 2007)===
 
−
 
 
−
<pre>.@......####
 
−
...T@@~S####
 
−
.......#####
 
−
 
 
−
Dolan was chatting with Aliz about the health benefits of dwarven beer when Aliz disappeared. 
 
−
Dolan sprang to his feet and saw that Aliz was being dragged toward the chasm, a thick rope of
 
−
translucent silk wrapped around his left ankle.  At the lip of the chasm, a bloated form slowly
 
−
reeled the line in with her spindly legs. 
 
−
Dolan knew immediately -- it was the Wolf-Mother of Darkness. 
 
−
He grabbed his axe and ran toward Aliz, who was now only a few more pulls from the beast.
 
−
 
 
−
As he was hauling ore to the magma smelter, the peasant Kogarak saw the situation, screamed,
 
−
dropping his load, and ran toward the barracks.  As he heard the sound of an axe ring against
 
−
stone behind him, he wondered if he would make it in time.</pre>
 
−
:&mdash; [[User:Qwip|Qwip]] 08:40, 9 February 2007 (EST)
 
−
 
 
−
===(18 April 2007)===
 
−
<pre>@@@...@.####
 
−
@..T..@S####
 
−
.......#####
 
−
 
 
−
The axe had scored the stone floor where it had severed the silk line.  The Wolf-Mother chittered
 
−
angrily and pounced at Dolan, moving with surprising quickness.  Dolan was knocked to the ground,
 
−
the enormous body of the foul creature pressing him into the stone.  His axe clanged some distance
 
−
away.  The blunt knobs at the end of the Wolf-Mother's forelegs dug into Dolan's ribs as her
 
−
dripping mandibles drew closer to his face.  He grabbed her head with both hands, trying
 
−
desperately to keep her at bay.  A foul-smelling spittle dripped on to his cheek.
 
−
 
 
−
Aliz, still dazed from his initial fall, slowly made his way to his feet.  Seeing Dolan's desperate
 
−
struggle, he drew his sword and hacked at one of the Wolf-Mother's legs.  The bumpy skin was
 
−
incredibly tough, but the steel blade left the appendage hanging by tatters.  The Wolf-Mother
 
−
belched a grating rasp and rolled away from Aliz and faced the dwarves.  Dolan crawled toward his
 
−
axe, but the nauseating venom drenching his face and beard had left him almost powerless.  The
 
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Wolf-Mother hesitated, her wound oozing white ichor as Aliz stood his ground.
 
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There were several sharp cracking noises, and the Wolf-Mother crumpled, several iron bolts
 
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protruding from her many eyes.  In the distance stood Bomtek and the other marksdwarves,
 
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accompanied by Kogarak.  Aliz rushed to Dolan.  The dwarf was breathing heavily.
 
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"My body feels like gravel.  I need a drink," Dolan said.
 
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"The Wolf-Mother is dead.  Brace up.  I'll bring you your mug."  Aliz fetched Dolan's mug from
 
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"The brood," Dolan whispered.  "The night brood will come."</pre>
 
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==[[User:Rewolf31|Rewolf31]]==
 
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And so Alor, a wrestler of renown, found himself between a great boar and the wide river.  For six days they struggled, and as the sun descended behind the hills on the evening of the seventh day, Alor finally collapsed in exhaustion.  The boar spoke and said, "I too am tired.  The sun has fallen.  Let us rest."  An