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“It is time,” said the dwarf, “for revolution.” | “It is time,” said the dwarf, “for revolution.” | ||
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was no hope. That was when champion dwarf Rokwan emerged from the | was no hope. That was when champion dwarf Rokwan emerged from the | ||
keep within the castle. | keep within the castle. | ||
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==[[User:Bott Maggot|Bott Maggot]]== | ==[[User:Bott Maggot|Bott Maggot]]== | ||
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opened above and a torrent of lava fell from the ceiling, incinerating | opened above and a torrent of lava fell from the ceiling, incinerating | ||
them both in a cloud of steam. | them both in a cloud of steam. | ||
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==[[User:Caeonosphere|Caeonosphere]]== | ==[[User:Caeonosphere|Caeonosphere]]== | ||
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"Well, my friend," said the barbarian. "It looks as if this game has | "Well, my friend," said the barbarian. "It looks as if this game has | ||
come to an end." | come to an end." | ||
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==[[User:Chaz GELF|Chaz GELF]]== | ==[[User:Chaz GELF|Chaz GELF]]== | ||
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Taking to his great black stallion, Dron took up his weapon and | Taking to his great black stallion, Dron took up his weapon and | ||
charged across the field to meet the dwarves in combat. | charged across the field to meet the dwarves in combat. | ||
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"Quest?" asked Faltrix. | "Quest?" asked Faltrix. | ||
− | ==[[User: | + | ==[[User:Dutchling|Dutchling]]== |
− | ===( | + | ===(3 March 2011)=== |
− | <pre>@@@@|| | + | <pre>||@@@@+@+++<||@||####/##/###/#####</pre> |
− | + | Lightning bolts rained down from the sky as the storm god Domin | |
− | + | released his fury upon the world. Hardest it fell on the dwarf | |
− | + | fortress, but no meteor, no matter how powerful, could keep the little | |
− | + | ones down. King Ibruk stood upon the wall of the dwarven castle, | |
− | + | drunk, daring the sky god to strike him down. The other dwarves | |
− | + | cowered behind the battlements, none brave enough to pull the king | |
+ | down. | ||
− | + | "Lord Ibruk," shouted a voice from lower in the courtyard, "throw not | |
− | + | your life away." | |
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− | ==[[User: | + | ==[[User:Ergot|Ergot]]== |
− | ===( | + | ===(14 June 2007)=== |
− | <pre> | + | <pre>""w"w@%"w"w</pre> |
− | + | 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. |
− | + | 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]]== | |
− | the | + | ===(14 July 2007)=== |
− | the | + | <pre>++@g####</pre> |
− | + | "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)=== | |
− | + | <pre>","".g%@.",""."..</pre> | |
− | + | 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 when everything had gone black. Dorol had heard a commotion shortly after, followed by terrible undwarven screaming, but afterward just the soft footfalls of somebody running quickly along with the rustling of the sack. At once, whoever was carrying him stopped and let the sack drop hard on the ground. There was a rustling, and the sack opened. It was nighttime, and Dorol could see the face of his captor looking down at him. A goblin! The fiend pulled the cloth down far enough that Dorol'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. Dorol worked one of his hands out of the sack and took the offering. It wasa piece of spoiled meat, crawling with diseased larvae. The child dropped it on the ground by the sack. "Hey, that's good meat," the goblin complained, reaching down to pick it up. "The master gave it to me just for you." The goblin lowered its voice and mumbled. "I'd eat it, but he is always watching me, and he knows when I've been bad. "Now eat up," the goblin drew closer and pushed the meat into the dwarf's face. Like a true smith, the dwarven child struck, smashing the hammer of his miniforge into the goblin's eye! The goblin cringed, clutching his face. After a moment he shook his head 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 goblin shouted, "You can't run, you hairy snot! I'll hunt you, and I'll find you!" Snatching up the sack, the goblin ran off into the wilds. | |
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− | + | ==[[User:Fuzzy|Fuzzy]]== | |
+ | ===(31 October 2008)=== | ||
+ | <pre>.,G,@,,.</pre> | ||
− | The | + | The dwarves buried Administrator Zarhan face down, so that when evil |
− | + | spirits animated his soulless corpse, as surely they would, he would | |
− | + | dig straight down into the Underworld and away from the land of the | |
− | + | living. For a season after, the fortress was beset by a horrible | |
+ | howling that filled the corridors. The dwarves of the fortress were | ||
+ | driven to near madness. Eventually the sounds faded. | ||
− | + | It was not long after that a young engraver found a floor hatch, which | |
− | + | had not been there the previous night. He opened the hatch and put | |
− | + | his head through. Phantom arms grabbed him and pulled him inside. | |
− | " | + | "You fools didn't think I'd forget up from down did you?" hissed the ghost of Zarhan. |
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− | + | ==[[User:FFLaguna|FFLaguna]]== | |
+ | ===(5 May 2008)=== | ||
− | + | <pre>===UHH,...===UHH,........[===].//+//````</pre> | |
− | + | Merchant Prince Gramlin snorted while batting away acorn flies with | |
− | + | his monkey hair swatter. 'Realm of Artifice,' ha! 'Dirt Fortress,' | |
− | + | he named it. These pathetic dwarves scratched a hole in the earth and | |
+ | produced nothing but rock toys to offer the human caravans. The | ||
+ | journey was long and the profits few. At last the trees cleared | ||
+ | revealing a low hill with a single door, the trade platform lying | ||
+ | before it. Gramlin looked around him. Not a dwarf was to be seen. | ||
+ | They were probably sleeping off a night of unrestrained debauchery. | ||
+ | He ordered his men to lay the goods onto the platform. | ||
− | + | A sudden pain rocked the merchant. He looked down at his great gut | |
− | + | and saw a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest. As he sank to the | |
− | + | earth, he cursed. The dwarves had gone feral, maddened by their | |
− | the | + | pathetic conditions. The caravan was routed and fled into the woods, |
− | + | leaving their precious cargo on the platform. The last thing Gramlin | |
− | + | saw was the face of a mad dwarf, foaming at the mouth and snarling | |
− | + | before it took his scalp. | |
− | + | ==[[User:Darksaiyan|Darkie]]== | |
− | + | ===(14 September 2008)=== | |
− | + | <pre>,.,.O@T,...</pre> | |
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− | + | Surrounded by a troll on one side and an ogre on the other, dwarf | |
− | + | master Alrin knew these could be the last seconds of his life. As he | |
− | that | + | gripped the handle of his axe he recalled the teachings of Azrom, god |
− | + | of war. Matters of great importance should be given the slightest | |
− | + | thought. It was only the minor matters that must be given the most | |
− | + | delicate care. So, without conscious thought, Alrin slammed his axe | |
+ | handle into the ogre's toe. Swiftly, the dwarf ran between the | ||
+ | monster's legs and delivered a swift kick to its backside. As the | ||
+ | ogre toppled over, the hairy troll launched over the fallen monster | ||
+ | and leaped toward Alrin. As time slowed in an adrenalin rush, Alrin | ||
+ | readied his axe. | ||
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− | + | ==[[User:Draigh|Draigh]]== | |
+ | ===(13 Augustus 2008)=== | ||
+ | <pre>.@@|,-.-.kk,k,.k,.</pre> | ||
− | + | Malgar, warrior dwarf woman, fought on against the onslaught of | |
+ | kobolds, her newborn baby still strapped to her back. She lifted her | ||
+ | shield to block another volley of poison darts. She had been hunting, | ||
+ | far from the entrance of the fortress, when she stumbled upon the | ||
+ | skulking trash, no doubt planning a cowardly raid on the fortress | ||
+ | vault. She had to warn the others. With one hand she held the bugle | ||
+ | to her lips, while with the other she parried another deadly strike. | ||
− | + | ==[[User:AbuDhabi|AbuDhabi]]== | |
− | + | ===(5 February 2009)=== | |
+ | <pre>CCCCCCC,.,.,.|||@+@+></pre> | ||
− | + | Fires burned at the edge of the vast grassland, holding back the | |
+ | darkness before the dwarf fortress. All night baleful howls could be | ||
+ | heard on the plain, undead cows brought back to life by the evil | ||
+ | wizard Maxelman. He had allowed the dwarves to live in his domain of | ||
+ | evil, if they but bestowed on him one artifact a year. Nothing, | ||
+ | however, could measure the greed of a dwarf. Nothing, that is, save | ||
+ | his thirst for strong whiskey. | ||
− | + | A dwarf stood atop the battlement, laughing drunkenly. "Get down | |
− | + | Twan," whispered his fellow guardsman. "The night-wings will snatch | |
− | + | you off the wall!" Twan threw his stein off the wall in defiance. | |
+ | Such was his vanity that he thought that they only need live through | ||
+ | the night. Little did he know, the dawn would never come. | ||
− | + | ===(24 February 2009)=== | |
+ | <pre>DgDgg%@@%@~~++++++>>>>^+^+^+^+^%%%%%@</pre> | ||
− | + | Twan held his helmet over his eyes and screamed. Fireballs smashed | |
− | + | into the walls, shot from the gullets of a dozen dragons circling in | |
+ | the smoke-choked sky. Marksdwarves dove from the walls and smashed | ||
+ | into the courtyard below. "Stand and fight!" shouted Captain Krandle. | ||
+ | "Fear no devil!" Twan reached the courtyard just as the gate broken | ||
+ | open wide. Pike-wielding goblins poured through the opening. Captain | ||
+ | Krandle threw his great braided beard over his shoulder and called | ||
+ | forth his squad of elite axe-lords, The Chosen. | ||
− | + | Pike and axe clashed again and again as Twan crawled between the legs | |
− | + | of the combatants. A head dropped onto the ground before him. It was | |
− | + | the head of Captain Krandle. Twan pressed on. He would not be | |
+ | paralyzed with fear. It seemed that the power of Maxelman knew no | ||
+ | bounds, but not even he could breach the inner mines. Dodging the | ||
+ | deadly weapons, and slithering over the bodies, Twan made his way the | ||
+ | center of the fortress. | ||
− | + | A dark tunnel lay beyond the entrance to the keep. Twan danced down | |
− | + | the corridor in the intricate steps that avoided the complex mass of | |
− | + | triggers and tripwires that guarded the entrance. Inside were the | |
− | + | mines, stocked with enough dwarven wine to keep them in the cups for | |
− | + | ten years. Twan reflected for a moment on those above who had died. | |
+ | It wasn't important. He was alive, and would remain so, so long as he | ||
+ | avoided the king and any quests he might have in store. | ||
− | + | ===(13 May 2009)=== | |
− | + | <pre>%@/%+++@+@@@</pre> | |
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− | + | "That blasted wizard Maxelman," came a booming voice. "He shall not | |
− | + | have my artifact staff!" | |
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− | + | Curses, thought Twan from his hiding in the cellar, the king! The | |
+ | dwarf lord paced back and forth, followed by a pleading train of | ||
+ | aristocrats, tears of rage streaming from his eyes. The staff, the | ||
+ | cause of all the suffering the dwarves now endured, was only ten short | ||
+ | steps away. In near berserker rage, the king threw the staff down, | ||
+ | startling the nobles. Twan saw his chance. He shot between the | ||
+ | nobles and snatched up the artifact. | ||
− | + | "Scoundrel," roared the king, "unhand the magic staff!" | |
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− | + | Twan leapt onto a keg, holding the staff high. | |
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− | + | "Maxelman will burn this fortress to the ground to gain this staff," | |
− | + | said the rude dwarf. "I will have this power for myself!" | |
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− | + | The king growled, plucking the gold rings from his fingers. He hurled | |
+ | them at Twan, one striking the dwarf in the teeth. "Seize him!" | ||
+ | shouted the besieged ruler. Twan jumped from barrel to barrel as the | ||
+ | purple clad nobles chased him. As he ran from the cellar he heard | ||
+ | king's cry, "Guards, guards!" | ||
− | + | In the enemy camp, the vile wizard Maxelman puzzled over his battle | |
+ | plans. A dwarf fortress is always a hard nut to crack. One of his | ||
+ | generals, a skeletal shade from the netherworld, summoned him from his | ||
+ | tent. The wizard straightened his aching back, brushed his long black | ||
+ | beard, and stepped to the door. There, standing between two fierce | ||
+ | goblin guards, was Twan, holding the king's staff. | ||
− | + | ===(29 Aug 2009)=== | |
+ | <pre>+U+G-@+GG+</pre> | ||
− | + | "You bring me the staff," said the evil sorcerer, "as a traitor to your people?" | |
− | + | The dwarven rogue took a step back and leveled the staff at his arch-nemesis. | |
− | + | "You will have the staff," said Twan. "Have it through your black | |
− | + | shriveled heart!" | |
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− | + | The dwarf pressed a secret button and a blade emerged from the end of | |
+ | the staff. The wizard called on his generals. The skeletal ghoul | ||
+ | drew his saber and charged. Twan spun with expert skill and took out | ||
+ | the phantom's knees, such was the power that the staff bestowed. Two | ||
+ | more undead warlords entered the tent. Twan thrust the staff at | ||
+ | Maxelman but a undead general threw himself in front of the blade, | ||
+ | impaling himself and collapsed into dust. | ||
− | + | The legless fiend below snatched Twan's ankles and pulled Twan to the | |
+ | floor. The staff spilled onto the ground. The dwarf felt his courage | ||
+ | suddenly fading. The wizard snatched up the artifact and cried out | ||
+ | with joy. The long campaign was finally at an end. The skeleton put | ||
+ | its bony arm around Twan's neck and pulled him upright. The wizard | ||
+ | noticed the dwarf and walked toward him, pointing the staff. | ||
− | + | "Nice try, dwarf," said Maxelman. "Now feel the true power of the | |
+ | artifact staff!" | ||
− | + | Twan caught the thrust between his palms. As the wizard snarled, Twan | |
− | + | took the staff in one hand and with several quick motions, activated | |
− | + | the secret switches along its length. The dwarf released the staff as | |
+ | saw blades swept out of the shaft and sliced off the wizard's hands. | ||
+ | Twan jammed his helmet into the skull of the phantom general and | ||
+ | smashed all the bones in its face. | ||
− | + | The dwarf picked up the blood covered staff and chased the wizard from | |
− | + | the tent. Dozens of goblins blocked his way, but he dispatched them | |
− | + | with mighty slashes of his weapon. Just as he came within a spear's | |
− | + | throw of his enemy, a huge dust cloud blocked his way. Wind blew down | |
− | + | as a giant dragon landed before the dwarf. At last, thought Twan, a | |
− | + | worthy opponent. | |
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− | + | ===(8 February 2009)=== | |
− | + | <pre>@@@@||~3--~~U~gUGUUG~~~</pre> | |
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− | + | Dwarves howled as the gladiators fought and bled. They were men and | |
− | + | goblins, imprisoned since the great siege. Now, with the promise of | |
+ | freedom, they fought. Hanson knew the goblins could not be trusted, | ||
+ | but he had included them in an escape plan with his fellow humans out | ||
+ | of necessity. The dwarves had been foolish to wait so long to condemn | ||
+ | them. It had allowed them to organize. | ||
− | " | + | Once out onto the sand, the gladiators fell in behind Hanson. The |
+ | dwarves grew quiet. The Baron stepped to edge of his platform. "What | ||
+ | is the meaning of this?" cried the dwarven noble. Hanson took his | ||
+ | trident up and ran toward the platform, hurling the weapon with all | ||
+ | his might. | ||
− | + | ==[[User:crash2455|crash2455]]== | |
− | + | ===(22 June 2009)=== | |
− | + | <pre>"@++@>>>+++@gggggggggggg"</pre> | |
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− | + | Torin felt the prick of blade in his spine. It was his curse to guard | |
− | + | the gate to the lower reaches. He had been chosen because of his | |
+ | great size. The dwarf's expansive belly was enough to block the | ||
+ | portal by itself. You were wrong, thought Torin. Someone braver must | ||
+ | protect us, not a fat waste of flesh like me. Sharp claws reached out | ||
+ | from the gate and pulled the heavy dwarf back inside. With a whimper, | ||
+ | Torin disappeared into the darkness. | ||
− | " | + | "Where is that ogre of a dwarf?" asked Malak the guards-dwarf. |
− | + | "Captain, Torin's late again!" | |
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− | " | + | The captain set his shiny metal cap forward on his head as he |
+ | descended the stairs. Another day begins in the fortress, and with | ||
+ | it, another failure in discipline. The captain brought his rod down | ||
+ | onto the table where Malak had been munching on a chicken leg. "See | ||
+ | to it, dwarf!" shouted the captain. "Are you a member of the castle | ||
+ | guard, or aren't you?" | ||
− | + | Malak descended the stairs to the dungeon, axe in hand. It wasn't | |
− | + | like Torin to miss a meal. Below, in the darkness, were a dozen | |
− | + | shining red eyes. Goblins! The guard knocked a flying blade out of | |
− | + | the air with the hilt of his weapon. He reached for his whistle, but | |
− | + | before he could put it to his lips, they were on him, clawing, biting, | |
+ | evil! | ||
− | + | ==Angry Licker== | |
+ | ===(15th January, 2010)=== | ||
+ | <pre>@@@@@@+++@/++@@@@@@@@@</pre> | ||
− | + | The mad dwarf spun this way and that to confront his pursuers. He | |
− | + | held a knife, given to him by his father on his first day at the | |
− | + | carpentry shop. He could hear the sheriff shouting, the crowd closing | |
− | + | in. Tears rolled down his face. It felt good that it was over, but | |
− | + | all that was left was shame. Pike dwarves were filling into the room. | |
− | + | Soon they would subdue him, and bring him to the hammerer, to be | |
− | + | forged anew. He didn't really believe that. He doubted any dwarf | |
− | + | did. When he went out, he wouldn't go out like a dwarf. He would die | |
+ | like an animal. A new fire glowed in his eyes. With a savage howl, | ||
+ | the dwarf charged. | ||
− | + | ==Flying Olm== | |
− | + | ===(30th January, 2010)=== | |
− | + | <pre>TTT,.""".,@@@@@,"".TTTPETTT</pre> | |
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− | + | The elf watched from above as the dwarves passed below. One by one, | |
+ | the saplings fell to the dwarven machetes. Let them come in a little | ||
+ | further, he thought. The bush would close in behind them, sealing | ||
+ | them in, away from their kins-dwarves. Then the forest would claim | ||
+ | them, lost forever beneath the green of the treetops. The black | ||
+ | panther woman drew back her teeth in a snarl. She turned her body on | ||
+ | the high branch to address the elf. | ||
− | + | "Master Elekain," it said, "we should kill them now and gnaw on their bones." | |
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+ | His eyes traced the dwarves' path back to the edge of the forest. A | ||
+ | troop of warriors gathered there, bidding their country-dwarves | ||
+ | farewell. Elekain drew his blade, a dagger of hardened wood, | ||
+ | magically sharpened by the river pebbles of the Forest Spirit. He | ||
+ | pricked his fingertip and let the blood fall. | ||
− | + | The dwarf slapped his neck with a gauntlet and pulled it back to see a | |
− | + | small smear of blood. He stepped out of line and scanned the | |
− | + | treetops, pointing his pike. Grimacing, he trotted to the front of | |
+ | the column. Captain Dumple didn't like to be bothered with useless | ||
+ | reports, but he had a feeling about this. He stepped up behind the | ||
+ | head dwarf. | ||
− | + | "Speak, Lt. Garndel." | |
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− | + | Captain Dumple was twice as tall as the greatest dwarf warrior. It | |
− | + | was rumored that he was sired by a man. His beard was dark and thick, | |
− | + | his eyes fierce and flashing. He had seen a dozen battles and had | |
+ | come out without a scratch. He was a harsh master but was respected | ||
+ | for he brought victory. Garndel swallowed his fear. | ||
− | " | + | "Captain," said Garndel, "the elves are upon us." |
− | + | ==Alluvian_Est-Endrati== | |
− | + | ===(19th December, 2010)=== | |
− | + | <pre>~~~~..pppp.,.,@,..,.,.</pre> | |
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− | + | In the frozen wastes far to the south, the dwarves toiled to construct | |
− | + | a mighty fortress out of glacial ice. Beyond the frozen walls, at the | |
+ | edge of the snowy island, penguin men watched with fascination. At | ||
+ | the center of the iceberg, an underwater volcano rooted the floating | ||
+ | ice in place. It had not erupted in a hundred years, but the dwarves | ||
+ | tested the mountain's patience with their constant digging. Arud the | ||
+ | penguin man leaned toward his friend and whispered. | ||
− | " | + | "I think these creatures may be more trouble than a pack of leopard |
+ | seal," he said. | ||
− | + | The wind blew harsh, clouding their view. A small man appeared | |
+ | through the blizzard. His beard was frozen and his skin was blue with | ||
+ | cold. In his hand he held an iron pick. The penguin men looked at | ||
+ | each other and clucked. The dwarf reached them, leaned on his pick | ||
+ | and spoke. | ||
− | " | + | "You must help us," he said. |
− | + | ===(20th February, 2011)=== | |
− | ===( | + | <pre>~~~~ppp,,,.,.,p,.!@!,.,.</pre> |
− | <pre> | ||
− | + | A red light shone from further up the iceberg. Seconds later the trio was rocked by a wave of hot gas. The penguins fell to their bellies and slid toward the relative safety of the sea. At the last minute, Arud turned to see the dwarf thrashing on the icy slope, his coat on fire. Arud turned and jumped to his feet, leaving his puzzled friend behind. | |
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− | " | + | "You don't understand," said the dwarf. "This island was chosen. At the heart of the mountain is the Fire Star, a jewel so powerful it could turn night to day. Please, Forge Father, forgive our tampering. We sought to take it for our own and it became misaligned. Look there!" |
− | + | A ray of light shot up from the volcano. Arud felt the heat on his face. The jewel's power caused clouds to burst into flame and burned its signature into the blue vault of the sky. The penguin man did not understand, but he knew he must act. He pulled the dwarf to his feet with his flipper and together they ran into the smoking ruin. | |
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− | + | ===(10th August, 2011)=== | |
− | + | <pre>UW||UUUUUUUU,.\U,..UUUUUU</pre> | |
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− | + | The hanging bodies twitched against the wall of the evil castle. | |
+ | Thalfor had heard of the witch's power. That was why he allowed | ||
+ | himself to be taken prisoner. The others around him looked far worse | ||
+ | off. They trembled as they passed under the menacing gate. | ||
+ | Everywhere were the sounds of screaming men. Behind, zombies with | ||
+ | whips drove the crowd into the blood-soaked courtyard. | ||
− | + | Before the prisoners, at the top window of the keep, stood Camestra | |
+ | the Wicked. One could say she may have been beautiful once, but now | ||
+ | she was sickly and pale. Behind her stood a brawny zombie, tall and | ||
+ | menacing. | ||
− | " | + | "Now you shall all die," said the witch. "But one of you shall be my |
− | " | + | new body servant. Old Donus is beginning to give off a nasty odor." |
− | The | + | The prisoners began to panic. Armed zombies closed in for kill. |
− | + | Thalfor reached to his inner thigh and pulled out a hidden blade. One | |
− | + | by one he cut down the zombies. Camestra brought her hand to her | |
− | + | mouth and Donus let out a low groan. | |
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− | " | + | "No one will die today," said Thafor, "that hasn't died before." |
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− | ===( | + | ==[[User:CharlesPeter|CharlesPeter]]== |
− | <pre> | + | ===(6 January 2011)=== |
+ | <pre>UU,.~U~,.\b,.</pre> | ||
− | + | The adventurers made their way into the hive. Long had the bee women | |
− | + | tormented the people of Bodarga. Bram would put an end to this | |
+ | nonsense. The adventurers entered the huge structure through a large | ||
+ | hexagonal door. The tunnel turned and twisted at strange angles. | ||
+ | Everywhere was the ever-present buzzing of the enemy. Suddenly a bee | ||
+ | woman appeared, wielding a stinger spear. Bram let out a warrior cry | ||
+ | and charged at her, brandishing a sword. Suddenly his feet sank into | ||
+ | the floor. A honey trap! | ||
− | + | ==DreamThorn== | |
− | + | ===(11 August 2011)=== | |
− | + | <pre>"aaaaaa,.,..,@|@@,.,.aaaaaaa"</pre> | |
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− | " | + | "This is it," said Thash. "This is where it happened." |
− | The | + | The other dwarves looked around the cavern. They had followed an |
− | the | + | ancient map through the bowels of the earth, crisscrossing through |
− | + | leagues of twisting tunnels. They had fought crundles, run from | |
− | + | jabberers, and followed ridiculous advice from well-meaning gorlaks. | |
− | + | All for this. All to reach this point. | |
− | + | "That's it?" asked Aliz. "That sword sticking in the floor is all | |
− | + | that's holding back the tentacled ones?" | |
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− | + | "Yes," said Thash, "and that is why we must protect it." | |
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− | + | "Ant men!" cried Aliz. | |
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− | + | ==[[User:freeformschooler|freeformschooler]]== | |
− | + | ===(3 July 2011)=== | |
+ | <pre>@@@@||g??????????????</pre> | ||
− | + | A fierce dry wind blew up from the valley. Wandros and his dwarves | |
+ | lay behind cacti and sharpened their knives. After a time the goblin | ||
+ | came. The dwarves were dead quiet as it passed them by, oblivious. | ||
+ | As the creature moved toward the rocks, Wandros stood and beckoned his | ||
+ | dwarves to follow. | ||
− | + | The Valley of Gold was a real place. Wandros knew it was, and the | |
+ | goblin would show him where it was. Right, then left, then right | ||
+ | again the goblin made its way around the canyon walls. There at last | ||
+ | was the door. The goblin bent and walked inside, closing the door | ||
+ | after him. Wandros took the doorknob in his hand. | ||
− | + | "What's the password?" said a voice from inside. | |
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+ | ==[[User:Chobeat|Chobeat]]== | ||
+ | ===(25 December 2011)=== | ||
+ | Context: I've asked for a story about the ring i gave to my girlfriend. This ring was designed with the help of DF's community and had engraved symbols narrating our story, in a dwarven style. | ||
− | + | <pre>c,..,,.U=U....,.,,.R</pre> | |
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− | + | The great warrior looked over what the dwarves had constructed. It | |
− | + | was modest, sure, but without a doubt a home built for a true hero. | |
− | + | The foundation was as sturdy as the root of a mountain. Its walls and | |
− | the | + | roof shed all elements like shields in the heat of battle. The man |
− | + | smiled and looked down at the ring in his palm. It was inscribed with | |
+ | runes dedicated to this very day. | ||
− | + | "Chobeat," said the girl, "can I open my eyes yet?" | |
− | + | Slowly, Chobeat stepped to his woman and took her hand. He slid the | |
− | + | ring on her finger and kissed her hand. She opened her eyes and | |
− | + | blushed, startled by the beauty of the ring. | |
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− | + | "It is beautiful," she said. | |
− | + | Sadly, she wasn't the only one to see the sparkly thing. High above, | |
+ | Ethbesh the roc circled. Since the dawn of time, the evil bird had | ||
+ | haunted the valley below from her nest high in the mountain. Hate and | ||
+ | jealously drove the monster to new acts of cruelty. | ||
− | + | Just as Chobeat was about to carry his woman across the threshold of | |
− | + | his new dwarven house, a shadow fell upon him. With one mighty rush | |
− | + | of talon and wing, his wife was gone. Chobeat cried out and drew his | |
− | + | sword. It was too late. | |
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− | + | Then he saw something glowing on the ground. The ring! He picked it | |
+ | up and looked at the strange pictograms. It had dwarf magic. Maybe | ||
+ | he could yet find her. He slid the ring onto his little finger. | ||
+ | Suddenly he heard voices all around him. | ||
− | + | "You can hear me," said a voice from behind. | |
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− | + | Chobeat turned around to see a smiling cat. | |
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− | + | "I can help you get her back," said the creature. "My name is Tao." | |
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− | + | ==[[User:ckwolek|ckwolek]]== | |
− | + | ===(26 December 2011)=== | |
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− | + | Tsmuaka lifted his head from over the anvil and ran a hand over his | |
+ | bald green head. He looked back at the dwarf woman standing behind | ||
+ | him, then cast his gaze around at the many dwarf miners trying to | ||
+ | ignore him. They all want her, thought Tsmuaka, but I will be dog | ||
+ | meat before they lay a stubby finger on her. | ||
− | + | The goblin had been a weapon-smith in the dwarf fortress longer than | |
− | + | anyone could remember. The dwarves tolerated his grumpy, vindictive | |
+ | ways because he created the finest swords in Allsphere. But when he | ||
+ | married Oril, things changed. | ||
− | The | + | The king had to pardon Tsmuaka for two murders within the first year. |
− | + | Why would a dwarf dare tangle with the woman of the hardest goblin | |
− | the | + | alive? You just had to lay eyes on Oril. Her beauty had blinded man, |
− | + | elf, and animal person. It was so bad that the dwarves looked on | |
− | + | Tsmuaka with fear and pity. | |
− | + | "They say Oril with be at the dance tonight," said Aliz | |
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− | + | ==[[User:Dagny|Dagny]]== | |
+ | ===(17 September 2010)=== | ||
− | + | <pre>gggggggggg,.,.~~~~~~&~~~~~</pre> | |
− | + | Fires burned in the heart of the mountain as the demon god Yaknor | |
+ | called for the death of the entire dwarf race. Legions of goblins | ||
+ | poured up through the cracks of the earth. It was bad news for the | ||
+ | dwarves on guard duty that night, destroyed by a thunder of a hundred | ||
+ | creatures of the night. Those remaining fought with passion. Sword | ||
+ | and axe clashed again and again as the forces of good and evil danced | ||
+ | Death's dance. True heroism would be awoken that day, a shaft of | ||
+ | light into the heart of darkness. | ||
− | == | + | ==[[User:CVanEseltine|CVanEseltine]]== |
− | ===( | + | ===(25 April 2012)=== |
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+ | queen Cirne, preparing for another dwarf sacrifice. The trolls | ||
+ | shrugged as the captive dwarf struggled. Dragged kicking and | ||
+ | screaming toward the sacrificial slab, he could see the entrails where | ||
+ | Cirne had been trying to divine the secrets of life and death. Seeing | ||
+ | his only chance, the dwarf made a desperate gamble. | ||
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+ | you will be richly rewarded." | ||
− | + | Dwarf fortress Snowsmear was little more than a tower library in the | |
− | + | icy wastes. Other than the occasional blizzard man attack, nothing | |
− | + | ever happened there. It was just a place to store books. But these | |
+ | were dangerous books, not to be opened except by those willing to risk | ||
+ | their very souls. | ||
− | + | It was there that old Aliz worked with his novice Ibruk. Aliz had | |
− | + | just dozed off when he heard someone stomping down the stairs. He | |
− | + | awoke to see Ibruk standing there, snow all over his boots. Aliz made | |
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