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==[[User:Termitehead|Termitehead]]==
===(4 November 2007)===
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The mighty warrior felt the power run through his arms as he held up his fallen enemy's sword.  He laughed as the body beneath him oozed the last of its life into the dirt.  It hadn't even been much of a challenge.  It was as if the worthless cur just gave up his life for nothing.  Now all he had to do was return the villain's sword to the king and claim the reward. 

On his way back to the castle the warrior swung the sword around his head, singing cheerfully as he skipped along.  A small quick hand darted from the branches above and snatched the sword from his grasp.  The warrior yelled and searched the trees above for a glimpse of the thief.  A pair of yellow eyes stared back at him.  A kobold! 

==[[User:Tharwen|Tharwen]]==
===(17 October 2011)===
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"He's not worth it, Gatal," said the dwarf woman.

Gatal lowered his crossbow.  The goblin looked pathetic and beat-up.
All his fellow thugs were dead.  Still, there was no reforming their
kind.  The best thanks he could hope for was a dagger between the
ribs.  He raised the sights of the crossbow to his eyes.

"No!" cried the goblin.

The bolt barely missed the goblin's ear.  He scrambled up and ran into
the woods.  The dwarf woman took her hand off Gatal's crossbow.

"I told you he wasn't worth it," she said.

"And how do you know such things?" grumbled Gatal.

The dwarf woman snapped her fingers and it began to rain.

==[[User:Timtek|Timtek]]==
===(17 March 2012)===

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Those were the good times, only yesterday. Any child born this day
would begin their life in an age of darkness. The dwarf fortresses
were all shut, blocking out the evil that now flooded every city and
hamlet. Sunlight itself was a thing of the past, for now black clouds
crowded out the sky, raining blood on the helpless beings below.

"If only my child were like a seed, blessed Lenge," cried the
desperate mother, "to plant in the ground, in order to spring up in a
better day."

The baby grew silent. Tears pouring from her face, the girl carried
her baby outside and set it beside a large stone. There she dug a pit
and placed the child inside. With a quick prayer to Lenge, she began
to fill in the earth.

Many years later, an elf girl found the old house deserted. Nothing
stood but rubble and an odd stone in the ruined garden. The elf tried
to read the odd script on the smooth rock.

"Here lies my son, Arkur," said the elf girl. "May Lenge protect him."

The earth began to shake and a giant leaf sprouted from the ground.
It unfolded and revealed a young man, naked inside. The girl
approached. As if bound by a spell, she touched his cheek. His eyes
opened and he rose.

"There might still be time," he said.

==[[The Toad Preservation Society]]==

Toady One and ThreeToe are continuously working on Dwarf Fortress since 4 years ago (well, when that was that written, in early 2007). On the same Idea, the Toad Preservation Society is trying to bring a very modest but continuous support. One result of this support is that ongoing series of art rewards. Slowly a story unfolds. Of course, the main target for the donation is not to get the reward, but to show the [http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/ Bay12Games] team that we love their project and value their effort. So let's consider each bit of that series as a nice present.

===(11 October 2006)===

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Deep in the fortress, a lava man springs an ambush on the treasurer, who is happily 
counting coins.  Could this be the beginning of the end?!

--The Toad Preservation Society, 11 October 2006

===(12 November 2006)===
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Hammered and burnt by molten fists, the treasurer collapsed.  That will teach him to
count coins near the magma flow.  More lava men erupt from the magma as a fortress patrol 
enters the room, one of them the treasurer's wife.  Fighting back tears, she screams in
wild rage as the soldiers charge the beasts.  Will vengeance prevail this terrible day?! 

--The Toad Preservation Society, 12 November 2006

===(5 December 2006)===

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Indeed, vengeance did prevail, though it was bought with the lives of soldiers.  
The Axedwarf Aloran, wife of the treasurer, grieves now over the charred body of her
husband, her grief-stricken face shining red in the magma's light.  Yet the lava men
were only driven forth by rumors deep within the earth, ever rumbling now, ever
approaching the lip of the glowing pit discovered by the miners not long after the
bridging of the magma.  The sound reached even the heart of the fortress, where 
Regukar the Mason has begun a mysterious construction.  What fey mood has possessed
Regukar?!  Will Aloran's mourning be troubled by even greater dangers?! 

--The Toad Preservation Society, 5 December 2006

===(10 January 2007)===

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A great crash echoed down the inward passageway.

"More beasts deeper in the mines?" said Narol fearfully, a recruit, the only member of the patrol save Aloran to survive.  His right arm was burned horribly and he now held his axe in his left hand, weakly.

"Tell the Baron that lava men have entered the mines.  I'll remain here."  Aloran unmoving eyes stared over the bridge toward the mines.  There would be no discussion.  Narol stumbled up the opposite passage to the workshops.

Regukar was in the lower mason's shop, gazing into his hands, his face aglow with the light shining upward from his palms.  The Baron was there as well.

"What is this?  Did I not commission an obsidian throne?  Why was this workshop built so near the magma flow if I'm to be seated on granite for the rest of my days?"  The Baron sounded annoyed, but he was also trying to stare over Regukar's shoulder to see the treasure.  The Baron reached for Regukar's wrist, and the mason turned violently and spat in the Baron's face just as Narol careened into the chamber.

"The Stout Wheels have held the bridge, but lava men are in the mines!  Many are dead...  Aloran is guarding the mine entrance alone..."  Narol collapsed, breathing heavily.

-

Narol was gone, but Aloran did not notice.  "I will kill them all," she said, and she walked down the bridge into the mines, leaving the bodies of her husband and the recruits behind.  As she descended into the mines, the magma's light faded and she was engulfed by the dimness in which she had spent most of her life.  Yet ahead she discerned an eerie glow.  The miners had located these pits not long ago as they hunted for hematite.  The lava men must be using them, accessing the mines away from the magma flow, Aloran thought, though she did not dwell on it long.  Soon her mind was focused again on death.

Suddenly the light was blotted out, followed by a shaking that almost knocked Aloran from her feet.  "COAH!  So long I have waited for my master...  only to find this sweet hairy dumpling.  It must be time for the Great Feast."  Aloran could discern its corpulence through the darkness.  A lardy bloated creature, like those that made raids from the river, yet more grotesque, covered with translucent boils -- and many times larger.  The thing croaked, "I sense...  COAH!  You have lost someone recently...  your husband.  Worry not, little dumpling!  You will be reunited in my innards when I am done feeding."

Aloran did not speak.  She would not entertain the creature -- she would have it dead.

--The Toad Preservation Society, 10 January 2007

===(11 February 2007)===

And it keeps going and growing !!

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Aloran hacked at the thing's wide belly with her battle axe.  It lurched backward, avoiding the full force of the strike, and crashed into the cavern wall.  Immediately, as if its lardy mass had bounced off the barrier, it leapt forward and knocked Aloran to the ground, pressing down on her shoulders with its great slimy hands.  Its mouth opened, and a slick lolling tongue poured out like thick syrup and covered Aloran's face.  It was going to swallow her whole!  Unable to breathe, Aloran fumbled around in her boot and pulled out a small pointed hammer.  Struggling to maintain consciousness, Aloran swung the hammer from her elbow.  The point pierced one of the great creature's eyes, which popped and drained a viscous pus over the dwarf.  The thing backed off of the warrior's body, its fat tongue dragging on the ground, leaving a broad swath of spittle.  Aloran stood, breathing heavily, her axe secure in her right hand.  She advanced on the retreating beast, her weapon lifted over her head.  She wound further backward, then brought the axe blade around in a sweeping arc down on the bloated fiend's tongue, forking it.

Two more silhouettes appeared in the eerie glow above the beast's quivering form.  As they approached, she could see they were gray and glistening, partially encased in shimmering pale shells, each walking on four stumpy legs.  They look like cave oysters, Aloran thought.  She raised her axe.

"Aloran!"  Three recruits with swords rushed down the passageway.  "The Baron sent for us.  Are you all right?"  Aloran did not turn to face them as the demonic oysters crawled over their bleeding companion.

--

"How dare you spit on me!  You'll receive two hammerstrikes for this!"  The Baron was livid.  He had called for a peasant to notify reinforcements for the mines, of course, but now he was free to chastize Regukar.  Narol was still only semi-conscious, resting on the floor.

"I created it!  It is mine!"  Regukar's eyes were glowing with a fierce light.  He shifted his weight from foot to foot and held his arms close to his body, the light of his creation showing through his interlocked fingers.

"Nothing is yours!  You used stone from the miners, the miners carved that stone out of the mountain, and the mountain belongs to me.  Now hand the object over for inspection, and your past transgression might be forgiven."  The Baron held out his hand.

Before the Baron could react, Regukar grabbed his chisel and brought it down into the Baron's forehead.  The Baron crumpled, hitting the stone floor hard.  Regukar chuckled and ambled off down the passageway toward the mines. 

--The Toad Preservation Society, 11 February 2007

===(13 March 2007)===
Even if Toady is now deep into its work and the malor works on maps/moving armies, he took time adding a new part to these now ongoing story... 

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Aloran, still winded, faced the two oyster demons.  The recruits stood by her side in a line blocking off the passageway.  The beasts slid down the toad's massive body, landing before it with a splatter.  The fiends moved slowly, but they had almost reached the dwarves.

Two of the recruits, Roal and Daron, cousins who had just began sparring two weeks ago, lifted their swords and assailed the creatures.  Roal brought his weapon down hard on the shell of one of the beasts, but it was deflected.  From the space between the shell plates, a massive slimy appendage burst forth, ringing Roal and dragging him inside.  His lower body dangled from the creature.  Daron grabbed his legs and pulled, but Roal would not budge.  The other oyster demon raised up on its back legs and came crashing down on Daron.  The dwarf's head slammed hard against the passage way and he went unconscious.  Roal's legs twitched as the second demon turned back to the remaining warriors.

Aloran had regained her breath and charged with the other recruit, Nlan, a dwarf from the north burrow.  The recruit stabbed at the demon's body, sinking his sword deep into its flesh, while Aloran aimed low and hacked off one of its stubby legs with her axe.  As it toppled, the thing spit out a stream of goo onto Nlan's face, which began to steam.  The recruit chortled and fell to the ground, unrecognizable.  Aloran finished off the creature by hacking into its soft body repeatedly.

The other demon had completed its meal.  Roal's lower body detached and fell to the ground, and the oyster beast let out a belching noise.  Another sound emanated from its shell soon after.  "I sense...  loss...  your husband...  reunite..."

"Silence, beast," Aloran spat.  "The toad made the same promise and failed to keep it.  Your kind use hollow words."  At that moment, the toad demon's bleeding body quivered, as if it were laughing.

The oyster spoke again.  "Daron...  reunite...  Roal..."  The slimy appendage slid out and looped around Daron's right leg.  Aloran ran forward, swinging her axe down on the oozing tentacle.  It was cloven asunder and fell to the tunnel floor, pouring out a thick white paste.

As the oyster backed into the toad demon's still quivering form, the entire tunnel filled with a blinding light.  Aloran turned and saw the vague form of a dwarf raising its hand, from which the radiance emanated.  The light faded just enough for Aloran to make out the details.  It was Regukar, the mason.  In his hand, he held a glowing schist mini-forge. 

--The Toad Preservation Society, 13 March 2007

===(16 April 2007)===
All right, the Reward continues (this is the same story):

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Captain Kogan stood with his dwarves on the stone road before the great arch, beard dripping from the drizzling rain that had been falling since the early morning.  No word had been sent from the Baron concerning the deep mining operation for nearly two weeks.  The King had grown impatient and the Captain had been sent to investigate.

The soft patter of rain on stone was slowly drowned out by a series of whirs and chirps coming from within the fortress.  It was like nothing the Captain had heard before.  He had his soldiers position themselves before the entrance with the marksdwarves kneeling in front of the others.  The sounds drew closer, until a small shape could be discerned emerging from the shadows beyond the archway.

It looked like a lizard, twisted into that form from rusted iron strips, but it walked on its rear legs with a jerking and uncertain gait.  In the center of its head, visible through the metal frame, was a drooping lump of granite that appeared to be molded around the iron.  The stone glowed with a faint red light.

The dwarves watched awe-struck as the metallic creature continued advancing until it finally stopped under the great arch.  Its head swiveled back and forth, eventually settling on the group.  The lizard's body grated against itself, and from somewhere within, it emitted a piercing whistle and charged.

"Fire, Bomtek!  Now!"  Kogan ordered.

The marksdwarf shot a bolt at the creature.  It hit the granite lump, shattering it.  The iron strips collapsed into a pile.

"W.. what in the name of the Lordaxe was that?" Nunon stammered.  "Where are the guards?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," said Kogan.  He walked forward and pushed the remnants of the creature about with his hammer.  "Something sinister is afoot.  We'll scout as far as the upper meeting hall."

Captain Kogan and his dwarves passed under the arch and disappeared into the dimly lit fortress.

--The Toad Preservation Society, 16 April 2007

===(10 May 2007)===
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"Get out of there!" Kogan screamed.  It was too late.  Lokar was lost.  Only Bomtek, Nunon and Captain Kogan himself remained.  The rest had been mauled beyond recognition by the metallic beasts.  The passage to the upper hall had seemed clear, but it was a ruse.  The walls had come alive.  The lizards were everywhere.

Now Kogan and the others were running for lives, pursued by the iron fiends.  They could outrun them if they didn't stop to fight.  The dwarves were approaching the meeting hall, though Kogan held little hope for that place now.  The only way out of the outpost lay behind them, through a maelstrom of metal fangs.

"The upper hall!" Kogan shouted when he spotted a light ahead.  The torches were still lit?  Perhaps the guards were able to stand after all!  Kogan and the others ran on, the din of whirs and chirps behind them driving them forward.  At last, the tired soldiers crossed under the arch and entered the upper meeting hall.

"I'm so pleased you could join us!" a voice boomed from the back of the chamber.  Kogan looked out between the pillars.  There on a granite throne sat a dwarf, his face twisted in madness.  In his hand he held a glowing object.  The stone floor before him was crawling with the metal lizards.  On his right, a fire burned in the shape of a tall man, lighting the entire hall.  On his left, a dwarf woman was tied, struggling against her bonds, hatred in her eyes.

"Do you like my little friends?  Arshosh and I will make more, many, many more.  The miniforge is all-powerful!"  The crazed dwarf cackled.  "With it, I enslaved the spirit of fire, bound stone and metal to my will, and soon, soon!  Oh, yes.  Soon I will use the power of the miniforge to create a new race of dwarves!  Aloran will be the first!  Then all of you will join her!  And you shall call Regukar your master!" 

--The Toad Preservation Society, 10 April 2007

===(June 2007)===
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The soldiers had been quickly subdued, lashed to the floor by a writhing mass of metallic lizard bodies.  Regukar walked slowly to the place where Aloran was restrained.

"Now, Aloran, let us begin the ritual of transformation."  Regukar held the shining miniforge near to the dwarf warrior's face as she continued to strain against the ropes.  The crazed mason lifted a tiny hammer and struck the minianvil once.  The fires of Arshosh rose to the ceiling of the great hall and twisted around its many granite pillars.  A tongue of flame engulfed the miniforge and the anvil began to glow even more brightly.

Aloran felt her skin breaking.  The unbearable pain spread throughout her entire body.  Metal blades tore through the flesh of her arms and legs, and she felt a force trying to subdue her will.  "Regukar is your master.  Regukar is your master," a voice in her mind whispered.  The ropes snapped as the blood-covered blades continued to rise.  The voice became louder and louder until it was all she could hear, drowning out her own screams.

Through her tears she could see Regukar had buckled over, laughing uncontrollably, and the sight filled Aloran with an all-consuming hatred.  This contemptible dwarf could never be her master.  The pain and the voice faded away, and her animosity began to manifest itself in the power of her limbs.  The metal was part of her body now, and she felt its presence as surely as that of her own hands.

Looking up, Regukar noticed Aloran's steady gaze, and worry crossed his face.  "My slave, the transformation is complete.  Call me master," the mason stammered.  Aloran said nothing and punched Regukar in the face with her metal-bladed fist.  The knives stuck in his head, and the full weight of his dying body hung limply from Aloran's straight arm.  Regukar's mangled face slid slowly backward, and free from the blades the dwarf crumpled to the floor and lay unmoving on the stones.

The tongue of flame slowly lifted the miniforge from the mason's clinging hand.  As the glowing object slipped from his grasp, his raised arm fell back to the ground, and he breathed his last.  The spirit of fire withdrew its flames, bringing the miniforge to the center of its translucent body.  The demon turned to Aloran and faded from sight.  There was a sudden crash as the metallic lizards fell to pieces. 

--The Toad Preservation Society, June 2007

==TomTheHand==

===(20 February 2007)===

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Shrolnak glared through the rusty iron bars.

"Eat yer meat, ya hairy maggot," the goblin snarled as it pushed the bowl back towards the dwarven child.  "It'll make yer beard longer." 

Aliz kicked the bowl away again.  "I'm not eating until I get my mini-forge!"  Aliz crossed his arms above his plump little belly and turned away.

"Minnn..  what's yer mini-forge?"  The goblin was confused.  The only toy it had ever owned was a cracked elf skull. 

The dwarf child's eyes lit up.  "Uncle Kogan made it!  It glows in the dark!"

"Glows in the dark, eh...  I'll poke around."  The goblin scrambled away from the prison and disappeared around a corner.  In a few minutes, it returned, its hand cupped around something that glowed purple through its bony fingers. 

Aliz moved toward the bars, his wide eyes reflecting the eerie light.  The goblin held its right hand through the bar and dropped the glowing object into the child's waiting palms.

"Now eat yer meat."  The goblin wandered off. 

Aliz was still staring into his hands.  A sinister smile spread slowly over his face.

===(12 March 2007)===

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"Where is the Soul of the Dark Power?!"  Arugor was screaming now.  He had fooled a dragon to obtain the wicked gem, and now it was nowhere to be found.  Shrolnak groveled before him.

"Master, I..  I don't know..."  Shrolnak had never truly adjusted to kneeling before the troll, but it couldn't be helped.  His master had been gifted with a cunning far beyond others of his kind, and Shrolnak was powerless before him. 

"Lies!  Your hands still shine with its aura!  Where have you hidden my treasure?"

"T.. that gem?  I thought that's all it was.  I... I let the dwarf child play with it."

"What?!  Fool!  I must reclaim it before it is too late."  Arugor was bothered that Shrolnak had somehow managed to avoid the intricate traps in the Soul Chamber, but he would leave that matter alone until the gem was reclaimed. 

Just as Arugor turned to leave, a plump dwarven child floated into the throne room, trailed by a billowing mist.  In his hands, he clutched a deep purple gem.  The hovering child had a wicked grin twisted into his bearded face.  Arugor and Shrolnak shielded their faces, helpless before the radiance of the wielded Soul. 

The child levitated higher, close to the ceiling, and looked down upon the quivering monsters.  "With my power, I shall build the greatest mini-forge the world has ever known!"  The dwarf was enveloped by the purple light and passed through the ceiling.

==[[User:ToonyMan|ToonyMan]]==
===(16 January 2009)===
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Sword and axe clashed again and again as the fighters struggled to
best each other in mortal combat.  Arrows rained down on the field of
battle as man, elf and dwarf fought at once to win the day.  Randar
took up the sword for the dwarves.  With his mightiness he tried to
kill Giltra of the elves, but the champion was too fast.  The battle
seemed endless.  Roars of terror and pain were everywhere.  Just then
a squadron of dragons appeared, lead by Madnar the Evil.  Could there
be any hope?

===(14 January 2010)===
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The combatants turned to face the dragons as they landed.  Madnar dismounted his towering red monster, followed by a short stranger, his eyes dark and shining.  Randar stroked his beard as he observed the young warrior.  He carried a sword of strange design.  Giltra would not wait.  She notched an arrow and fired before anyone could blink.  The young swordsman knocked it out of the sky before it could reach Madnar's chest.

"Fools," chuckled the villain, "allow me to introduce Lord Strider.  His powers are unmatched in this world.  Now you see there can be no hope."

Randar set his heels and charged, sword raised.  Lord Strider struck a martial pose and set out to meet his dwarven adversary.  As they met, the sound of steel ripping steel echoed across the battlefield.  As the dust cleared, the dwarf found himself gloating in victory.  Strider lay broken and sullied, his weapon shorn in two.  Madnar was horrified.  Had his reign of evil come to an end?

===(18 February 2011)===
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The boy's body churned and twisted, though cut in two.  The dwarves watched, horrified as the two halves stood, bloody gore bubbling over their severed ends.  Madnar cackled with glee.  Sensing the danger, Giltra shouted, "Randar, quickly, or there will be two of them."  The evil king watched, amused, as the heroes rushed to do battle with the demon.

With passion, the dwarf and elf did damage to the multiplying demon.  No matter how hard they fought, the army of demons kept growing, chop after bloody chop.  That was when Randar saw Madnar giggling in his dragon-saddle.  Without warning, the dwarf moved.

With one swing of his axe, the dwarf hero struck off the head of the dragon.  He pushed off of the dragon's neck with his boot, and in a second was in the saddle with the cowering Madnar.  The dwarf pulled a knife from his boot and put it to the evil king's throat.  The army of bloody demons turned away from the elf and looked to their new master.

"Release the elf," commanded Randar.

"I," stuttered the king, "I lack the power."

The dwarf saw the villain fiddling with a talisman around his neck.  Randar took it from him, a blue jewel, the color as deep as the sea.  With one mighty kick, Randar sent the king tumbling onto the battle field.  Seeing what was to come, the elf backed away.  Randar held the jewel high.

"Demon from the Underworld," cried the dwarf, "devour that trembling sack of filth!" 

==[[User:Trukkle|Trukkle]]==
===(25 June 2007)===
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"There it goes!" Doran hollered as the bit of plump helmet sailed out into the darkness.  The mason had been at the whiskey all morning, and now he was dangling his legs over the chasm with his lunch, throwing mushroom pieces to the gray fliers.  One of the bats sailed silently into view and snatched the food as it fell. 

"A bat's a bat, and bats like mushrooms!" Doran slurred as he took another swig from the flagon.  "Let's try something a little larger."

The dwarf ripped the cap from one of his plump helmets and tossed it out into the abyss.  It dropped out of view, without any sign of the fliers.  Doran pouted. 

Suddenly, a great shape flew up from the chasm, right by Doran's face, blowing the braids of his beard back over his shoulders.  It looked like a gray flier, but many, many times larger, as large as one of the brown bears out in the forest.  He watched as it disappeared off above into the distance. 

Doran looked down at his lunch.  "I...  I guess I'll finish the rest myself."


==Twitch Eaglehart==
===(14 January 2011)===

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In the pitch black of night the giant worms slithered through the town, gobbling up all who ventured out after dark. Thus it had been for a generation, ever since the stranger came to Rostfen. Losmo was his name. He wasn't much to look at, skinny, like most of the worthless drifters that came around there. He had a strange way around the women. No one liked him very much. Yet it was he who would change the town forever.
"Don't stay out after dark," said the shopkeeper, "the bogeyman will get you."

"What?" said Losmo. "I'll do what I please."

Chewing on dried plump helmet, Losmo pondered his next move. He needed work.

"You need any of that clogh brought to market?" asked Losmo.

"Yes," said the shopkleeper, "but the sun is almost down."

"I'll get it there by morning," said Losmo, "and I'll only take half of what your regular carrier would."

The deal settled, the cloth was loaded onto a mule and Losmo was off, lantern in hand. The woods outside the town were chill and foggy. Night birds hooted and called. Losmo whistled a merry tune. The smile fell from his lips when a face appeared in the light before him.

"Losmo," said the creature, "you know better than to walk the roads at night."

Losmo threw back his cloak and drew a silver short sword.

"Impressive," said the monster, "for a squire's toy. Now drop the blade. You know what happened last time."

Sword in one hand, lantern in the other, Losmo lunged at his foe. Two more bogeymen appeared from either side. They were about the size of small dogs, black, and wore a mishmash of animal parts. The night was filled with an incessant cackling as the bogeymen fought. One after another, Losmo brought them down, each disappearing into a puff of black smoke. The laughter died away, but Losmo knew that the night was still watching. 

===(6 December 2011)===

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The elders of Rostfen gathered around the empty cart. Shopkeeper Martin was furious. He knew the stranger had tempted the Night, but did the darkness need to take his shipment as well? The elders reaffirmed the law and Martin was admonished. Burning with anger, he returned to Weaver House. There his eldest son Sam was waiting for him.

"Where did that man go?" asked the boy.

"Away," growled Martin. "That is the last we will speak of it."

That night the air was colder than anyone could remember on a summer's evening. Martin stepped outside the shop to douse the lantern when someone stepped out into the light. It was Losmo. He looked more pale and starved than before if it was possible. Martin turned on him.

"Where is my cloth, thief?" asked Martin.

"Bogeymen have it," said Losmo.

"Bogeymen or no," said Martin, "you will get it for me."

"You want the cloth back at all costs?" said Losmo.

"Yes," said the shopkeeper.

"And you will provide me with whatever I need to retrieve it?" said Losmo.

"Yes, curse you!" shouted Martin.

Losmo seemed to grow and darken like a black shadow.

"Very well," said the phantom. "What is the sure way to defeat the bogeyman?"

"To travel with a companion," said Martin. In sudden understanding, he reached for his walking stick.

"Not you," said Losmo. "Him."

The specter pointed its long white arm past the shopkeeper to the trembling boy standing in the doorway. "No! Not Sam!" begged Martin. But it was too late. He had already spoken his oath. He tried to block the doorway but Losmo brushed him away as he would an errant branch. He took the boy in his cold iron grip and dragged him out into the street.

The next morning the elders gathered around the cart, now filled with cloth, neatly folded. Martin could not look at it. He vowed to slay Losmo and return with his son. The others just looked at him. It was dangerous to mess with the night, let alone tempt it thrice.


==uggi==
===(18 September 2013)===

<pre>@/g&lt;</pre>

Life in the shadow of evil.  The villagers of the Slusian Plain were
never safe, not when Darquan and his goblins were on the loose.  Even
the dwarves in their mighty fortress feared him.  But it is said that
even those who stand the tallest shall lay as low as the rest of us in
the end.

Outside the village of Otla was one such bully.  His name was Dulcus,
and he was Darquan's general in charge of the Slusian invasion.  He
was resting in his camp outside of town when the word came that one of
the sentries had gone missing.  He called for his armor and stepped
outside.

One of the main failings of goblinkind was their lack of peripheral
vision.  The minute he emerged from the tent, Dulcus swung his head to
the right.  Had he first looked to the left, he would have lived a lot
longer.  As it was, the great dwarf adventurer Aliz, was waiting, just
to the side, prepared to take his life with an enormous axe.

===(28 June 2014)===

<pre>U++++%@++</pre>

"Dulcus!" cried the goblin watch captain.  "Dulcus!"

In time the goblins would find their leader's headless body, but by
then Aliz was long gone.  The hero made good time, racing through the
Otla woods, avoiding goblin sentries as he went.  Outside the city
gate, he made the bird call that was the secret password.  Once
inside, he made his way to the king's feast hall.

People of the human race stopped in their tracks to marvel at the
dwarven specimen of herohood.  Aliz was half a span taller that the
tallest dwarf.  His tan skin was stretched over ripped muscles.  His
beard was full and black.  On his back was slung the axe named
Pain-striker.  In his hand he held the severed head of Dulcus,
dangling by the violet hair.

"It was a mistake to do this," said the king.  "Brave though it was,
killing Dulcus has thrown our defenses into disorder."

"How could slaying the wicked general be a mistake," asked Aliz,
genuinely confused.

"I knew how Dulcus thought," said the king.  "It was as if I could
read his mind.  He never made a move I couldn't predict.  Now he will
be replaced by another, unknown to me."

"Then I will slay them too!" cried Aliz.

"You cannot take on the entire goblin army by yourself," said the king.

"Just watch me," said Aliz.

==Ulurius==
===(16 April 2012)===

<pre>T%,.%@~,.\U,.,U</pre>

As the black bear ran, Betan could feel the cold air burning in its
lungs.  An invisible line connected the heart of the beast to Betan's
crossbow.  The marks-dwarf let out one final breath and let fly.  The
animal fell tail over snout and skidded to a halt before an old pine
tree.  Betan emerged from behind the log where he had been hiding and
brushed the snow from his nose.

"Capital shot, Betan," shouted Duka.

The man child Duka, like Betan, was just another hireling, bound to
the caravan.  Ever west they rolled, over snowfield and desert, bound
for the fabled adamantine mines of Shoutrock.  The pay almost made it
worthwhile for an average dwarf, but Betan was anything but ordinary.

It was the call of the wild that Betan answered.  That, and an end to
the troubles at home.  As he watched Duka run toward the kill, he took
a swig from his flask.  They were deep in the savage wilds now.  It
was Betan's duty to deal with the local wildlife.  He had tracked the
bear far from the caravan.  Maybe too far.

"It has been a while since I've had a dwarf to eat," said a voice that
seemed to sound inside Betan's head.

He turned to see an enormous black panther with a single green eye in
the center of its forehead.  Betan lifted his weapon, but the monster
batted it out of his hands with a swipe of his claw.  Without even
thinking, Betan launched himself backward into the air, pulling his
knife at the same time.  He landed on his feet, three spans away.

The monster approached.  Everything in its nature was predatory, an
evil spirit of the forest.  Not content to lay down and die, Betan
jumped at the panther, brandishing his weapon.  The creature leapt up
too and the pair collided, tearing and slashing until they slammed
into the ground in a bloody mess.

"Betan," pleaded Duka.  "Can you hear me Betan?"

"He has shot his bolt, kid," said a deep voice.

It was Cuthom, the leader of the caravan.  Betan had always thought of
him as a father, or maybe an uncle.  Though human he wasn't that much
older than Betan, but he had a pragmatic way about him dwarves
admired.  The old man rubbed his hands together and breathed into
them.

"We'll have to bury him before another one of those man-eaters finds
him," said Cuthom.

"But he isn't dead yet," cried Duka.

"Then you will wait with him," said Cuthom as he turned back toward the wagons.

Panic clawed its way through the pain as Betan blinked his eyes,
looking first at the body of panther beside him, then to Duka.  It
wasn't only Betan who was afraid.  It wasn't long at all until Duka
began to pace back and forth.  Betan thought the boy might actually
try to kill him.

"You'll be dead in another minute," said Duka, "but there is no sense
in me waiting."

The boy walked over to where the crossbow landed in the snow.  He
lifted up the weapon and walked back over to the fallen dwarf.
Absentmindedly, he brushed the snow from the bowstring.

"You won't be needing this where you are going," said the boy.

With that, Betan was alone.

"It seems I misjudged you, kid," said Cuthom.  It was not a compliment.

The only man looked at the crossbow in Duka's hands.  The telling
crafts-dwarfship said it all.

"You may need that pea-shooter where we are bound," said the caravan master.

-

The wilds of Allsphere were boundless, extending endlessly in every
direction.  Only a fool would think to set their dimensions on a map,
or worst still, to set across them unprepared.  But who could prepare
for the treachery of those closest to him?

A trail of red lead away from the scene of the slaughter to a still
pond from which Betan drank.  He washed his wounds and found that,
though serious, none were mortal.  The worst was his leg, the bone
snapped in two just below the knee.  Tears streamed down his face as
he thought of justice not done.

It was not justice in the end that moved him.  As he lifted himself up
against a tree, he thought of Cuthom and young Duka.  It would be
revenge that spurred him on.  His wrath would pick him up and set him
against those than wronged him.  Then the pain returned.  One step
before the next.

==[[User:Urist McCheeseMaker|Urist McCheeseMaker]]==

===(12 April 2011)===

<pre>###@####@..@.,</pre>
The scream faded down into the darkened ravine.  Woge laughed and
lightning struck nearby.  How could he do it?, Shato thought.  How
could he just throw her down to her doom?  Drunk, Woge staggered away
from the precipice.  Seeming to see Shato for the first time, he said,
"Do you know what I just did?  I killed your woman."

A flash lit up the hill, much as the lightning had done all night.
But this was different.  The night found Shato standing over Woge's
dead body.  The murderer thought he would have two victims that night,
as he was cruel and quick with a blade.  He didn't know that Shato was
a wizard.  Shato felt the weariness that came with the use of his
power.  This was magnified by his loss.

"Where is Omli?" asked the sheriff.  "Where is your pretty wife?  She
has been gone for some time."

Shato looked at the pale, dumpy man with disgust.  Most people in the
village assumed that Omli had run off with Woge.  Only lately had
people come to suspect foul play.  No one had heard from them.  It was
as if they had disappeared completely.  The sheriff stared up from
under his hat at Shato.

"Kobolds, perhaps?" suggested Shato.

"Ah, no," said the sheriff.  "You see, kobolds rarely hide the bodies
of their victims.  You can always tell the kobold victims by the sores
left by the poisons they use.  No, I don't think kobolds."

"Bandits then?" asked Shato.

"But what was there to rob?" asked the sheriff.  "No belongings were
missing from their dwellings.  None of the local fences have reported
seeing any of their things.  No, Shato my friend, I believe they were
murdered."

"Murdered?" asked Shato.  "But, Why?"

"Because they were lovers," said the sheriff, "and you know it!"

-

The wagon ride to the fortress was bumpy and freezing.  Shato was
shackled next to half a dozen thieves and murderers.  Half way up the
mountain, the guards were replaced by dwarven soldiers.  Capital
murder was a crime under the jurisdiction of the dwarven overlords of
Gulbarkia.  One of the prisoners kicked Shato in the leg.

"You're that weirdo that killed his wife," he said.  "You'll go to the
Hammerer for that!"

"What you say is half true," said Shato.  "Things will be set right."

===(13 April 2012)===

<pre>|,.g|-@+@</pre>

The punishment for thievery was death by hammering.  It was thought
that the soul would be forged anew, sped to the underworld on a river
of blood.  The goblin must have known this, yet here he was, on trial
for his life in the courtyard of the dwarf fortress.  What kind of
person would tempt fate so?  A hush came over the crowd.  The trial
begins.

"State your name, thief," said the dwarf sheriff.

The goblin said nothing.

"You stand accused of burglary of the royal treasure room," said the
sheriff.  "How do you plead?"

The goblin spit upon the stage.  The sheriff made ready to strike the
prisoner when a hurried dwarf burst onto the scene.  He whispered
something into the sheriff's ear.  The law dwarf turned purple with
anger.  He ordered the dwarves to clear the platform and the prisoner
taken back to the dungeon.  The hammerer was visibly upset.

In the dungeon, the goblin sat quietly, alone in his cell.  The other
prisoners called out, cursing the goblin's luck, but became still when
they heard the sheriff coming.  The law dwarf was flanked by two
castle guards.  When he reached the barred door of the goblin's cell,
he ordered the prisoner to stand and come forth.

"While we were putting on the show for your silly trial," said the
dwarf, "someone made off with Oceg the artifact stool.  You must think
you are pretty smart.  We will see how smart you are at the bottom of
Stillwater lake."

It was faster than the sheriff could react.  The goblin's arm shot
through the bars wielding an improvised knife.  The sheriff fell to
his knees, clutching his eye.  The steel bars slammed into the other
dwarf as the goblin kicked open the unlocked door.  Stunned and
confused, the dwarves were unable to catch the escaped prisoner.

"Omli!" whispered the goblin, once he reached the rendezvous.  "You have it?"

"Of course, Asmuk," said the young man, lounging on the wooden stool.
"How could you doubt me?"

==[[User:USP45|USP45]]==
===(23 May 2011)===
<pre>gBgB,.,,,.,,..,@,.e.e</pre>

The beak-dogs could not hunt by smell.  It was with their bulging
black eyes that they could see through any disguise.  On their backs
the goblins rode.  They were chasing escaped prisoners, two elves and
a dwarf.  The dwarf couldn't get far.  Not as far as the elves.  Not
in this country.

"Hurry up short-stuff," said the elf.  "I can hear the beak-dogs chirping."

Aliz the dwarf thought it might be better if they did catch him.

===(12 April 2012)===
<pre>,.,@~~~.,Bg.,Bg,.</pre>

"Run for your lives," shouted Aliz.  "I will take out this trash."

With the chain that bound him as a slave, Aliz rose up against his enemies.  One beak dog skidded to a halt before him.  The goblin rider sneered and lifted his spear.  The other beak dog tried to charge past but Aliz threw out the end of his chain and caught the thing around the neck, causing it to spill its rider in a cloud of dust.

The surviving beak dog let out an ear-piercing chirp.  The rider hurled his spear but missed Aliz with his failed attempt.  The beak dog moved slowly backward as Aliz began to swing his chain.  The goblin rider howled and brandished his saber.  Aliz took him out with an expert stroke of the chain.

Now free of all control, the beak dog reverted to its predatory instincts.  Face with the crazed fury of the wild animal, Aliz turned and fled.  As the beak dog gained up him, Aliz did something unthinkable.  He leapt onto the lower branches of a tree and pulled himself up.  The monster's beak snapped shut right below his feet.

==[[User:Usurper|Usurper]]==
===(7 January 2011)===
<pre>~~~~~~~@,...,.,</pre>

The calls of the loons echoed across the misty lake.  Aliz had come
here from the mountain to seek answers, and as he looked up to the
hills leading down to the water, his heart still felt sorrow.  He was
cursed, you see.  Every weapon he made would break, and every
foundation he laid would falter.  This was an ill fate for a dwarf.
Aliz fell to his knees at the water's edge and prayed to the faeries
that dwelt there.

"Why do you cry, Aliz?" said a resounding voice.

"All the work I do is of dust," cried the dwarf.  "Why do the gods let me live?"

"But your weapons are destined to bring down giants," said the voice,
"and your works to last till the end of time."

===(7 April 2012)===
<pre>~~~~~F@,.,.</pre>

As Aliz lifted his head, he met the eyes of a girl.  She was
beautiful, as magic spirits go, but also terrible.  Any dwarf could
tell you how the ghosts of the woodland tricked them into doing this
and that.  Aliz was no fool.  As he rose the spirit came to him.  It
had a hammer in its hand.

"Take this tool," said the faery.  "I give it to you freely.  It has
the power to create anything you can imagine.  But know this, in order
for it to work, you must use it to destroy something of greater or
equal value."

Satisfied his curse was broken, Aliz skipped back to town, whistling a
merry tune.  He thought of the wonders he would create once he reached
the dwarf fortress.  Sitting on the back of an oxen cart, Aliz
withdrew the hammer and looked over the many designs etched in its
surface.  They seemed to change before his eyes.

"Destroy something of greater or equal value," Aliz said.

"What did you say, little man?" said the ox driver.

"Nothing," said Aliz, drawing his cloak over the hammer.

"Firesign Fortress," said the driver.  "You made it."

"And I will re-make it," muttered Aliz as he jumped from the cart.

===(9 September 2012)===
<pre>[[++\@|,..,.,|+++@</pre>

Firesign Fortress was the pride of the dwarven empire.  Beings of all
races came from far and wide to marvel at the wonders there.  Aliz was
no exception.  He looked on the domes and spires of the mountain home
with both pride and jealousy.  One day, he thought, one day it will
all be mine.

That night he set up shop in a low-rent part of the fortress.  There
he began the secret work of using the magic hammer.  At first it
seemed ridiculously hard.  He would smash a table and recreate it in a
second.  But he could not make his fortune doing this.

Frustrated beyond reason, Aliz roamed the hallways.  He stopped at the
glass window of Kogan's dress shop.  Looking at his hated reflection,
he hurled the useless hammer through the glass.  Instantly coming to
his senses, he climbed through the broken window, took the hammer and
fled.

Back at the shop, he felt the hammer tingle.  The designs on the metal
seemed to glow with their own light.  He took the hammer to the anvil
and began to hammer out the very air.  At last, sitting on the anvil,
was a perfect beer stein.

"You," said a voice from behind.  It was Kogan.  "Why did you break my window?"

"It wasn't me," said Aliz.

So began Aliz's life of crime.  All over the fortress things went
missing or were right-out smashed.  All fingers pointed to Aliz, but
he flatly denied responsibility.  All the time his smithy business was
booming.  The sheriff knew something was up.  It was only a matter
time before the villain made a mistake.

==[[User:Vattic|Vattic]]==
===(27th December, 2010)===
<pre>kBkBkBkBkB"",."".,\U\U\U\U</pre>

Thunder across the midnight plain.  Captain Gilroy and his men had
been marching all day in the driving rain, all to bring news of the
defeat at Tradalfadad.  If they did not reach the castle soon, the
king's legions would be unready to face the enemy already at their
doorstep.   Gilroy looked at the thick grass to the sides of the
trail.  Something charged out of the grass behind him, knocking one of
the soldiers senseless.

"Bacabadabis!"

"Kobolds," shouted Gilroy.  "Make ready!"

The knights drew their swords as out of the grass charged a dozen
menacing beasts, kobolds on their backs.  Keebis Clan, thought Gilroy,
the boar riders.  The head kobold was a mean-looking creature, not
cowardly like the rest.  Gilroy took aim at him and lowered his visor.
He set his leg and charged, sword raised over his head.  Unflinching,
the kobold kicked the sides of his wild boar and held his spear for
the kill.

==[[User:Ves|Ves]]==
===(08 February 2011)===
<pre>,.@@@Ugg,..,.,?J?</pre>

Some say the world rests on the back of a giant tortoise.  Only few would know for sure.  The dark wizard Afbacam was fleeing from justice when he escaped through the cracks of the earth.  Ramet followed him.  He was hero to his tribe, and with all the villages' money, he had hired a band of dwarves to take him through the darkest recesses of the world. 

"The gorlak said he went that way," screamed the dwarf, "so he went that way!"

It went on for hours like this.  Ramet and the gorlaks watched inside the dark grotto as the dwarves fought and cussed.  They had been traveling the dark roads underground for days.  There was no sunshine, and the whiskey had long since run dry.  Ramet took to his feet and sighed.  Slowly he meandered toward the direction the gorlak indicated.

"Don't venture there alone," suggested the little yellow creature.  "The Jabberer might get you."

==[[User:Xarph|Xarph]]==
===(20 February 2007)===

<pre>###=@=##</pre>

Kogan hurtled through the darkness, the two long braids of his golden beard streaming behind him.  It was too much weight!  The wings tied to his arms, made from stretched frogman skin and giant cave spider legs, fluttered uselessly as the chasm walls rushed by.  He had been nervous the night before and, as usual, had gorged himself on plump helmet biscuits and dwarven rum.  Now he was falling like a granite block.  Kogan wondered if the philosophers were correct -- were these chasms actually bottomless?  He would be able to survive for several days without food or alcohol.  Seeing nothing but blackness below, Kogan resigned himself to the journey ahead and began to sing his favorite drinking song.

===(19 May 2007)===

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It had been two days.  Kogan was dehydrated, and he had begun mumbling to himself.  "Whiskey...  my dear whiskey..."

Suddenly his fall was arrested by a force which seemed to hold him by the arms and legs.  He still fell, but slower, and slower still, until he stopped entirely and hung in space.  The dwarf tried to spin, but he was unable to move.  Thick, translucent ropes held him.  The reality of the situation dawned on him, and he felt sick.  It was a giant web.  He had been ensnared by one of the dark huntresses of the deep.

As he strained his eyes in the near-total darkness, Kogan could see her.  A bloated many-legged creature, her body clear, her organs visible within.  She was already moving toward Kogan, deliberately picking her way along the lines that were safe for her to grasp with her cruel claws.  The creature chittered in anticipation as the dwarf struggled against the webs. 

===(20 September 2007)===

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The spider was upon him.  With what little motion Kogan had in his arms, he tried to bring the wings between himself and the voracious beast.  He flailed helplessly, marshalling a defence that would embarrass even a child of his people.

Yet the spider stopped.  She looked upon him with her many emotionless eyes.  The dwarf could discern nothing.  The spider's head bobbed up and down slowly, and she lifted several of her legs and waved them in simple patterns above the web.

A sudden realization struck Kogan -- the spider legs in the wing frames.  She thinks I'm trying to speak to her!  Kogan continued to wave his arms around as best he could, and she responded in kind.  Giant cave spiders are solitary creatures, Kogan thought, so it must be a mating ritual.  "But giant spiders eat their mates after breeding with them," Kogan muttered in horror.  "I can't think of a worse way to die!" 

===(13 November 2007)===
<pre>+g++%@%%+</pre>

The movement of the spider's legs had ceased.  Now she simply looked
upon Kogan with her cold, glassy eyes.  Her sinews tensed -- she was
ready to pounce!  To what end, none dare say, though many a gruesome
and unseemly scenario had played themselves out in the recesses of
Kogan's strained mind.

A moment passed, and the bloated thing leapt forward!  As she landed
on Kogan with the full weight of her body, the dwarf felt himself tear
free, and the web and spider passed up and beyond his sight as he
plummeted downward.  Oh, what happy chance is this!  Kogan thought.
He was free from fear now.  If his body was broken into a thousand
pieces on some protruding rock, what would matter?  At least he would
no longer sire an army of evil.

Soon enough, Kogan sensed that the walls were closing in.  He could
not see well enough in the oppressive darkness of this deepest part of
the earth, but he felt their nearness.  The dwarf said a prayer to the
Lordaxe to grant him a swift death.

Kogan felt his bottom smack hard into a smooth slope and he slid
disoriented into a twisting tunnel.  The friction burned, but his
descent was slowed, and Kogan found himself gliding down an obsidian
tube.  Out of a hatch he fell, landing face first in a pile of stone
trinkets.  Uninjured, but sore, the dwarf stood.  It still felt as if
the air was rushing by him, but he was teetering on solid ground.

The chamber was lit by torches.  It was almost cheerful.  The trinkets
were all finely crafted.  It wasn't dwarven work, but each object had
its own peculiar charm.  Kogan picked up a slate carving.  It was a
rabbit wearing a jester's hat.

"Hey oh, what are you doing in the figure room?"

Kogan looked up.  A mountain gnome was peering around a doorway.  Only
its tilted head was visible.

"I fell," Kogan said, indicating the hatch.

"Oh my!" the gnome said with an equal measure of elation and surprise.

"You're our first visitor in years!"

"Visitor?" Kogan asked.

"Yes, my friend!  I'm Largee Pottums!  Welcome to Toy Land!"

===(27 February 2008)===
<pre>+g+@+%%%%+</pre>

"Toy Land," Kogan said flatly, utterly dumbfounded.  The sheer
implausibility of the situation managed to drive all feelings of
hunger and thirst from his body.

"Yes, Kogan, it's Toy Land!" Largee Pottums exclaimed, jumping out
into full view.  "Where do you think all of your toys come from?  Your
crafts shops?  Hoy hey!  That would be the day!"

"Yes, our cr...  wait, how did you know my name?" Kogan scratched his head.

"Do you remember the miniforge you got when you were six?" Largee Pottums asked.

"Th..  yes," Kogan finally resolved to think a little less about his situation.

"Gnomes!" Largee Pottums said proudly.  "And the toy axe you got when
you were eight?"

"That too?!" Kogan exclaimed.  He had such fond memories of the axe.
He used to beat his friends with it mercilessly.

"Gnomes," Largee Pottums replied, nodding in satisfaction.

"What about the puzzle box I got when I was nine?" Kogan asked.

"That was your uncle Dorol.  And you just hated it didn't you?  Oh
ho!" Largee said.

"Y... yes," Kogan said, disappointed.  He had hoped to have somebody
to blame after all these years.  At least he could confront Dorol
should he ever return home.

"Gnomes make the best toys!" Largee concluded.  "Mountain gnomes for
the dwarves, garden gnomes for the humans, and dark gnomes for the
goblins.  Toys, toys and more toys!"

"Gob... what about the elves?" Kogan asked, not knowing why he cared.
Like any able-bearded dwarf, he held elves in contempt.

"The elves?  Hey oh!  The garden gnomes used to make their toys.  But
they're so finicky!  One deer bone figurine and they found us out.
Humans can appreciate a deer bone figurine.  The garden gnomes are
much happier now, if I do say so myself.  And I do!  Oo hoo!"

Kogan grunted in affirmation.  He could emphathize with the garden
gnomes.  Elves were nonsensical creatures.

"Now, my friend, it's time to talk to the Boss," Largee Pottums
announced, clapping his hands.

"The Boss?" Kogan asked.

"You can't make toys without a Boss.  Let's go!  We haven't had a
visitor in so long, he'll be excited to see you.  Oh yes he will, sure
as sweet pods!"  With that, Largee Pottums skipped through the
doorway, with Kogan following after him.

===(1 July 2008)===
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"Now tell me, Kogan," said the white-bearded gnome from his plush
gaudy chair, "why you leapt into the chasm in the first place."  The
Boss's coat was nearly bursting at the buttons; the red fabric made
his belly looked like one of his puffy cheeks.

"It was my dream.  I wanted to fly," Kogan said sheepishly, "like a
bat, soaring through the still air free as a spark, but my
calculations failed."

"Ho ho ho," the plump gnome merrily laughed.  "What a brave dwarf you
are!  Now that you're here in our secret workshop, I was concerned
about letting you return home, but perhaps you wouldn't stay up above
very long before daring the chasm again."

"The chasm...  the spider..."  The dwarf shuddered at the memory.

"Largee!  Largee Pottums!" the Boss of Toy Land shouted.  "Our friend
Kogan needs some ease for his troubled mind.  Why don't you show him
around Wimble Wizzer's workshop?"

"Hoo hey!  Right away!" came the familiar voice from the doorway.
Kogan bowed awkwardly to the Boss and followed Largee out of the cozy
room.

--

Kogan was awestruck.  It was like a scene out of his wildest
imaginings during one of those late nights at the drawing table.
Airborne contraptions looped and soared beneath the high stone ceiling
as gears turned and wings flapped or rotated according to the whims of
a particular design.  Down below, three gnomes repaired and tinkered
with the devices on creaky wooden tables.

"Wimble-wee, Wimble-woo!"  Largee shouted into the workshop.  "I have
a guest for you!"

One of the gnomes inside turned toward the door and smiled weakly
while shaking his head, "Largee, my boy, who ever taught you to speak
in such a manner?  Surely it was a gnome no less exuberant than
yourself."

Largee presented the still-stunned Kogan to the master of the
workshop.  "This is Kogan, a dwarf, as you can see (hoo-ee!), and a
fellow maker of flying machines.  The Boss has sent him down here to
have a look."

"Ah?  So it's to be an inspection, is it?" Wimble replied gruffly.
"Well, you won't find these topside, but we're planning to sneak a few
of the truest models in during the next festival.  The timetable is a
strict one, and we're still struggling with accidents."  At this,
there was the sound of metal grinding on metal above as one of the
machines lurched and crashed into a table below.  "The Boss is jolly
as they come, but he is also a grueling taskmaster."

"Ho ho ho," came the laughter from the doorway.  "Wimble Wizzer, you
grumpus, is that the way to greet a new worker?"

Kogan turned toward the Boss, who was now standing beside him.  A new
worker?  The dwarf's eyes were wider than ever, and he turned slowly
back to the workshop, wearing a smile more full of unabashed joy than
any he had worn in his entire life.

"Well, you know, Largee," the Boss said, turning to the other gnome
standing at the door.  "If he wants, we could just let him go back
home, if we found a way to make him forget all about Toy Land."

"We could bonk him on the head!  Hee-whoa...  bonk!" Largee yelled,
snapping his hand at the wrist.

"Ho ho ho," the Boss chuckled.  "Don't you remember?  Sometimes you
have to bonk them again and again, and they still won't forget!"

Kogan missed all of this banter, bent over the tables as he was,
looking over the damaged machine with Wimble and the others.  After a
moment, Largee and the Boss slipped out of the room, leaving the new
worker to his workshop.


The End

==[[User:Ylech|Ylech]]==
===(19th July, 2014)===

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You and I have lived through the hard times.  It has been years since
the fall of the dwarven empire and the start of the endless wars to
carve up what was left of its corpse.  The old capital has been
conquered and re-conquered countless times.  It was there, after all,
that treason was born in the feast hall of the dwarf fortress.
 
"Where is my favorite knight?" shouted King Koland.  "Bring her forth."
 
From among the armored dwarves, a dwarf warrioress emerged, decked out
in shining plate armor.  All the crafts-dwarfship was of the high
highest quality, down to the engravings on the helmet she carried at
her side revealing a head of platinum blond hair.  Her movements had
purpose, like a mountain lion hunting her prey.  The king smiled.  He
knew as long as she belonged to him, his authority would never be
questioned.
 
"I declare," said the king, "if there is a finer knight than Ashke in
all of Cogita, let him come forward and claim my crown."
 
There was silence in the feast hall.  The king had made his point.
Ashke turned and faced the crowd, an arrogant sneer on her face.  She
knew no one could face her because of her divine gifts.  She was
stronger than a bear and faster than a great cat.  She fought for the
king for he was set on the throne by gods before she was born.  Many
of the dwarves had known no king other than Koland.
 
Just then there was a knock at the door.  The wood beam that barred
the door was split lengthwise by the force of the blow.  The smile
fell from the king's face, but Ashke's grin became even more fierce.
She longed for every chance to prove herself.  Koland ordered that the
door be opened.
 
As the pieces of beam were slid away the door slowly swung open
letting in a blast of cold Winter air.  Ashke's hand fell to the hilt
of her sword.  There was nothing visible in the doorway but wisps of
snow.  The brave knight called out, but there was no answer.  The king
put his hand on her shoulder.
 
"I know you are brave," said the king, "and would do anything for me.
This is the hardest thing I can ask of you.  You must stand aside."
 
Confused by Koland's request, Ashke didn't notice as the red knight
stormed into the feast hall.  The rest of the dwarves backed away
against the walls, as if the creature's presence itself was a source
of pain.  The knight was half a span taller than Ashke, who was,
herself, tall for a dwarf.  Red paint was splattered in chaotic
patterns across the knight's helm and breastplate.  His arms were bare
and the skin was covered in scars.
 
"Speak your challenge, knight," said Koland.
 
"Anything Ashke can do," said the red knight, "I can do better."
 
"Speak, lord," said Ashke, "and I shall kill him."
 
"You cannot slay him," said King Koland, "for he is my son."

==[[User:Zai|Zai]]==
===(19 December 2010)===
<pre>,.,CT,.,.</pre>

The mining of the dwarves was as an irritating vibration in the bronze giant's head.  For five hundred years he had struck a heroic pose.  Now his anger was so great, he must act.  Stiffly at first, the colossus dismounted his pedestal.  A jungle had grown up around his temple since he had been placed there.  Where were those who worshiped at the shrine?  Dead, while the dwarves lived?  There would be nothing left of their mountain but rubble.

As he passed through many lands, his anger would not fade, for it was as large as he was.  He did not usually care for what he stepped on, but this time was different.  He stopped for a moment and looked below.  Underneath his foot was a tiny speck.  He pinched it up and held it before his eyes.  It was a giant tortoise.

==[[User:Zesty|Zesty]]==
===(June 2011)===
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"I am innocent of these crimes!" cried Fuglin as he was dragged away. Sitting in the dungeon cell, he could recall the cheers of the dwarves as the judge pronounced the verdict. It wasn't fair. The adamantine wasn't his. He was just holding it for somebody. Now in prison, he was left to rot. A guard stopped by his cell and poured a cup of gruel on the cold stone floor. Anger and despair were all he felt now. From now on he dared not hope.

--

It had begun as such a small thing. Fuglin and the goblin had known each other since the construction of the fortress. Fuglin was young then.

One day Fuglin visited the goblin, this time locked in the stockade.

"You know the path through the stone?" said the goblin. "The one we built as children? You must go there and bring me what you find. It is the key to my release."

===(July 2011)===
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The space was not built for more than a child, a narrow, twisting tunnel winding its way through the foundations of the fortress. At the bottom, Fuglin saw a light, a silvery glowing rock at the end of the tunnel. This must be it, thought Fuglin, a bribe to set the goblin free. Hastily, Fuglin took up his pick and chiseled off a piece of the silver metal.

Something lay beyond the tunnel. A hole the size of a dwarf's fist opened where Fuglin struck. He could hear a strange howling within, no doubt another subterranean jungle. The dwarf didn't stay to find out. He squirmed as fast as he could, finally reaching the exit where he found the goblin, free from his bonds.

"You survived," said the goblin. "Keep the adamantine as a token of our friendship."

"Wait!" cried Fuglin, but the goblin had disappeared.

===(October 2011)===
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What happened next was hard to say. There was a lot of smoke and fire. Dwarves ran screaming through the fortress. Captains shouted orders to soldiers they could not see through the clouds of burning vapor. Fuglin was scared beyond reason. He tried to follow the others, ducking when the monsters swooped down.

It seemed it would never end, then Fuglin came rolling out of the fortress gate just as another fire blast rocketed overhead. As it was, the demons could not, or would not set foot outside the fortress. What few dwarves that were left gathered at the hills below. Fuglin recognized a blacksmith which with he had apprenticed. Before he could speak the blacksmith pointed his finger.

"He is the one!" the dwarf cried. "Look! He still has the rock in his paw!"

Fuglin looked down, having until now forgotten the adamantine in his hand.

===(July 2014)===
<pre>@g+0++0++0++0++0++0++0++<</pre>

"You have a visitor," said the prison guard.

It was the goblin, dressed in a dark cloak. Fuglin had blamed his
fate on the goblin, but now that he saw him it all seemed so
pointless. In the morning, he would go to the hammerer to be forged
anew. Fuglin began to wonder why the goblin showed up at all if not
to gloat at his handiwork.

"Take this glass pill," said the goblin, holding out his hand, "and
bite down with your teeth. Death will come swiftly."

The goblin dropped the pill into Fuglin's open hand. The fluid in the
green glass capsule looked black and foreboding. Still, it beat a
humiliating public execution. The goblin turned and left without
saying another word. Fuglin put the pill in his mouth and bit down
hard. A moment's dizziness was all he had time to experience.

"Where am I?" asked Fuglin.

"Quiet," said the goblin. "We are in the catacombs. The dwarves
believe you committed suicide."

"But I did commit suicide," mumbled Fuglin.

"You can take that up with your deity later," said the goblin. "For
now we must get you out of these funeral shrouds and escape before we
are discovered."

===(October 2015)===

<pre>g@,.,.@@@></pre>

Why had he been rescued? Fuglin was a traitor and had to be forged anew, but to do that, he had to die. The goblin held his hand as they exited the tomb. There was a family of dwarves mourning just outside. As they passed, the goblin held Fuglin close, pretending to be lovers lost in grief. It worked this time, but in order to start a new life, they needed Fuglin to exchange his sackcloth for real clothes. The goblin led Fuglin through a maze of corridors to the fortress market.

“You look like a scribe to me,” said the goblin.

“Like those creeps that spend their whole lives in the library?” complained Fuglin.

“Forget your old life,” said the goblin. “That is what it means to serve in the Order of Nadir.”

===(November 2015)===

<pre>+++@p|</pre>

Writing prose under the pen name Robinor, Fuglin began his new life as a scribe. Life was different out in the periphery. The monastery where the scribe worked was built into a hillside deep in the Forbidden Forest. Not many people would risk a journey there, but Robinor's works ended up being so skillful and filled with such beauty that he gained the one thing he could no longer afford, fame.

None of the brothers spoke to Robinor as they had all taken vows of silence, but the dwarf could still tell that they were pretty mad about all the visitors they had been attracting lately. Robinor greeted his fans with the humility one would expect from a monk, but it was easy to tell that the dwarf was succumbing to the sin of pride.

One day, Robinor was praying in the shrine to Nadir when a bird landed on the creepy statue of the god of the depths. It was a parrot, out of place in the cold northern climate. Robinor stood on his feet and walked over to the statue.

“Pretty bird,” said Robinor. “Pretty bird.”

“You are all going to die,” said the parrot.

=== (December 2015) ===

<pre>pg+++@+</pre>

“What?” asked Robinor, stupidly to the bird.

“Fuglin,” said the parrot.

The monk's face went white as a sheet. Someone had taught the parrot to speak these words, someone connected to his old life. The scribe, Robinor, had thought he had left all of that behind. Occasionally a dwarven survivor from Robinor's old fortress would appear at the monastery, but they never recognized him. This was something far more sinister. It had to be the goblin.

“You have a visitor,” croaked a monk.

“Your holy vow?” asked Robinor, panicking.

“See for yourself,” said the monk. “Then you will understand.”

It could only be one person, the phantom from the past. The goblin stood at the entrance of the building, the parrot on his shoulder. He smiled at Robinor as he approached.

“Fuglin!” said the goblin. “It's been a long time, my friend.”

“I am no longer that person,” said Robinor. “I have a new life here.”

“You have the life I gave you,” said the goblin, the smile fading from his lips.

=== (January 2016) ===

<pre>,.@,@@.@,.MMg[@</pre>

“The king has grown attached to the writings of this 'Robinor,'” said the goblin. “This puts you, Fuglin, in the unique position to get close to him. You remember this?”

The glass pill was unmistakable. The black fluid danced inside as the goblin shook it in Fuglin's face. It was the ill-fated dwarf's job to poison the king in any way he could. When Fuglin went to retrieve his writing material, the goblin took him by the arm and removed him forcibly from the building. He would not be needing any of that stuff where he was going. Fuglin fell silent as he boarded the wagon that the goblin drove with its team of mules.

On the way to the capital many travelers stopped the wagon to ask if the dwarven monk was indeed the famous Robinor. The dwarf writer allowed himself to forget the evil quest he was on. Word spread quickly of the scribe's journey to see the king.

“You better do what you're told,” warned the goblin.

=== (February 2016) ===

<pre>|~@+|~g+|+++++++|@@++%|</pre>

“Robinor,” exclaimed the king, “it is a great honor!”

“It is all too much,” said Robinor, fumbling with the deadly pill in his pocket.

The king clasped the monk's hand and pulled him into his private chambers. The goblin watched ominously as the door closed, sealing the two dwarves inside. Waiting patiently, the goblin eyed the royal guards which flanked the doorway. There wasn't a lot of room to move if this went badly. Just then, the door swung open.

“The king!” cried Robinor. “The king is dead!”

Drawing their weapons, one guard went inside while the other guard arrested Robinor and the goblin. The king had apparently collapsed on the floor. There was a black smear on his lips. The guards took the monk and goblin down to the dungeon to await their fate. When they were separated, the goblin didn't say a word. Robinor didn't know which was worse, to be executed for destroying the fortress, or for regicide.

=== (March 2016) ===

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“It was all the goblin's doing,” cried Fuglin to the lead investigator. “Where is the king's body?”

“Tell me more about this goblin,” said the detective. “How long have you known him?”

“We grew up together,” said Fuglin. “He was always getting me in trouble. Where is the king? There still might be time to save him.”

“You are telling me that the great Robinor is actually the famous traitor, Fuglin the Feckless?” asked the detective.

“That's me! I'll admit to all my crimes,” said Fuglin, “but for forge's sake, just take me to the king's body before it's too late.”

“The king was cremated this morning,” said the detective.

The familiar sinking sensation took hold as Fuglin struggled to accept his situation. The detective collected his scrolls and left Fuglin alone in the holding cell. Fuglin reached into his mouth and pulled out the green glass pill. There was still enough poison for one last dose. He wondered if anyone would be there to wake him this time.

=== (April 2016) ===

<pre>|%++N++@|</pre>

It was cold and dark in the catacombs. Fuglin was shocked that the dwarves had fallen for the same old trick, or was the joke on him this time? The goblin wasn't here to guide him out of the dark tunnels and Fuglin was buried alive. He slid out of the alcove and shed his funeral shroud. It was dark and creepy and Fuglin could sense the dead bodies all around him in various states of decay.

“I am not Fuglin,” said the wretched dwarf. “I am Robinor.”

“You mean the famous poet?” said a voice in the dark.

“The same,” said Robinor after a moment's terror. “Tell me, are you not dead?”

“As dead as the writer who took his own life, twice!” said the ghoulish stranger.

“How is it that you live down here?” asked Robinor.

“I will show you,” said the ghoul.

It was difficult to make out the monster in the dark. It looked basically like a dwarf, but stooped and sickly. Robinor followed him to a grave where the family had left gifts as an offering to the dead. The ghoul took some of the morsels of food and shared them with Robinor.

“A good haul this time,” said the ghoul.

=== (May 2016) ===

<pre>,.,.|@+@g++++!@!@!@!@</pre>

This was not the fate Fuglin would have chosen for himself. He lived for weeks as a ghoul in the darkness of the catacombs, all the while wishing he could write about his adventures as Robinor. In time, a custodian came to dust off the bodies and Fuglin was lurking nearby. It was the goblin! Fuglin picked up the femur of a decomposing skeleton. When the goblin approached, Fuglin lifted up the bone and prepared for the killer blow.

“I know you are here,” said the goblin.

Stopped in his tracks, Fuglin lowered the bone. He wanted revenge, but more than that, he wanted a way out. The goblin explained to Fuglin how the king's evil adviser had put his own son on the throne and ordered the mass executions of the king's supporters. If Fuglin left now, he could easily escape in the confusion.

Crowds of angry dwarves moved up and down the corridors with torches in their hands. None seemed to notice the humble beggar and his goblin friend. When they reached the fortress gate, they found it closed.

“No one is allowed in or out without doing obedience to the rightful king,” said the gate guard.

“Which king is the righteous one?” whispered Fuglin.

=== (June 2016) ===

<pre>,.~~,~.g,,@,.~,.</pre>

“Prince Phlega is the new king,” whispered the goblin.

“All hail King Phlega!” shouted Robinor.

Once they were outside the gate, things became strange. There was a reddish mist all around, and the trees were dark and foreboding. It was said that the land and the king were one. If so, this Phlega could be counted among the most wicked to ever sit on the throne. Robinor remembered the stories of how the prince used to torture his servants as if they were the animals he constantly abused. Now his evil had begun to pollute the natural world.

“We have to stop this,” said Robinor.

“I have saved your life twice now,” said the goblin. “Where is your sense of loyalty?”

“The sky itself is bleeding,” cried Robinor. “How bad are things going to get before you are satisfied?”

=== (July 2016) ===

<pre>@|@++@@@@+</pre>

“You and I serve the same master,” said the goblin. “It is K'ung, the outer darkness, the chaos without end that existed before light and life.”

“It cannot be,” said Fuglin. “I renounce this evil!”

A lighting bolt struck nearby and Fuglin was temporarily deafened. The goblin was trying to say something but Fuglin couldn't make it out. The red clouds above began to swirl. It seemed like the tales of old and the Nightmare Apocalypse. Nowhere was safe as the gods abandoned their sinful creation. Fuglin knew what he had to do. He trudged back toward the castle through a torrent of blood.

“No more petitioners,” said the guard at the gate.

“Can't you see?” asked Fuglin. “The world is about to end!”

The dwarf looked like he had been rolling in filth. No one was sure where he had come from. The petitioners said he just walked out of the woods like that. The guard decided to turn him away, rather that having to deal with the smell while arresting him.

“You are making a big mistake,” cried Fuglin.

=== (August 2016) ===

<pre>~\@~~g~</pre>

“You are cute,” said the goblin, “trying to save the world after all you have done to turn it out to the Master.”

Standing in the puddle of blood rain, soaked with filth and gore, Fuglin didn't really have an answer for the goblin. All he knew was that he had to do something. The goblin looked so smug, standing there in his fancy cloak. He was probably pleased with his creation, the monster, Fuglin. The dwarf nearly forgot the femur that he held tightly in his fist. The goblin laughed, revealing a shining gold tooth. That was enough for Fuglin.

“This has nothing to do with K'ung or the kingdom or anything!” shouted Fuglin. “You invented Robinor so you could get rich, and now you back King Phlega so you can be counted among the high and mighty!”

“Fuglin,” said the goblin, “how many times have I saved your life over the years? You owe me.”

“I'll show you what I owe you,” growled Fuglin.

=== (September 2016) ===

<pre>~%~@~~U~</pre>

It was over in an instant. Fuglin had only hit him once, but that was enough. The dwarf knelt down and tried to wake the goblin, but he wasn't breathing. It was the ultimate sin: to betray one's benefactor. Though, as many times as the goblin had got Fuglin out a jam, he had usually been the one responsible for the mess in the first place. Now he was dead. Fuglin had no idea what to do now. He looked into the broiling sky and its many open portals to K'ung. Maybe it was time to rejoin the endless chaos.

“Robinor!” cried a woman's voice.

“Yes?” asked Fuglin.

The young lady didn't look too much better off than Fuglin, but these days no one did. She wore a man's tunic, covered in blood spatter. Fuglin dropped the broken bone when he saw her staring at it.

“Did you kill him?” asked the woman.

“He was a bad person,” explained Fuglin.

“Of course,” said the woman. “My name is Rose. You should come with me.”

=== (October 2016) ===

<pre>UUUUU.U.@[=]HH</pre>

There was a carriage waiting on the highway just out of town.  Fuglin followed the stranger, Rose, as she boarded the covered carriage.  The poor dwarf was glad to be out of the gory rain.  It seemed a shame to ruin the plush interior of the carriage, but Fuglin was far from complaining.  He looked back out the window.  The goblin's body was just around the corner.  Fuglin thought he would probably be reincarnated as a slug for his crimes.

“There are some friends down the road a ways,” said Rose.  “They would be glad to met the famous poet, Robinor.”

“And the murderous traitor, Fuglin,” said the dwarf, “would they be glad to see him?”

“The time has come for you to make a choice,” said Rose.  “Will you serve the light, or the darkness of K'ung?”

There was a stone chapel up ahead.  They were far enough from the capital that the powers of K'ung gave way to sunshine.  Rose offered Fuglin a fresh robe and he changed while Rose walked up to the chapel door.  He stood by the carriage as Rose returned with a crowd of surly looking fighters.

“Tell us, oh Robinor,” said Rose.  “How can this evil be undone?”
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-==[[User:Teriderol|Teriderol]]==
-===(30 October 2015)===
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-The battle was bloody and short.  Kogan's dwarven cavalry had come under attack by a group of goblins riding on vicious beak-dogs.  Kogan and his dwarves slew many of them, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.  Kogan himself was tackled off the back of his mule by a leaping goblin commando.  The villain held a dagger to Kogan's throat and the dwarven leader dropped his weapon.
-“Where are you taking us?” asked Kogan.
-“Shut up, dwarf scum,” said the goblin.
-The dark tower was decorated with all sorts of works of art stolen from around the world.  The villainous demon has taste, Kogan had to admit.  Too few of his mule riders had survived.  Still, they might be able to assassinate the evil leader given half the chance.
-“Ah,” said a sinister voice, “the guests have arrived.”
-Kogan and the remaining dwarves were shackled to a set of stone thrones and forced to watch as the demon danced its way into the room, shaking its limbs and many tails.  Kogan was thoroughly revolted by the display as the demon came near.  He had nearly worked his hand free of the shackles as the demon climbed on top of him.
-“Are you ready to die?” asked the demon.
-“You first,” growled Kogan.
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 On his way back to the castle the warrior swung the sword around his head, singing cheerfully as he skipped along.  A small quick hand darted from the branches above and snatched the sword from his grasp.  The warrior yelled and searched the trees above for a glimpse of the thief.  A pair of yellow eyes stared back at him.  A kobold!
-==[[User:TharinDuckskinner|TharinDuckskinner]]==
-===(12 September 2014)===
-<pre>##@B######BgBgBg</pre>
-The trunks of giant redwood trees rushed by as the bird riders dove in
-and out of cover.  Above the forest canopy, giant bats circled in the
-night's sky, whilst down below the goblin army of Darkmaster the Evil
-marched on, stopping every once in a while to take cover when the
-dwarven bird riders launched their javelins.  It was clearly a suicide
-mission, but the bird riders were sworn to protect the dwarf fortress
-by any means, even if it involved riding the elves' preferred steed.
-“I'm sorry master Aliz,” said Kogan, “your nuthatch refuses to perform today.”
-“What is this nonsense?” cried Aliz.  “Since when do dumb animals
-dictate how they should behave?  I shall have the thing plucked!”
-“Here, Sir Knight,” said Kogan.  “Take my bushtit.  He is
-battle-tested and ready.”
-Mounting the giant brown bird, Aliz launched into the sky.  He checked
-and double-checked his javelin holster to see how quickly he could
-draw the deadly missiles. It was a new moon that night, but it hardly
-mattered.  Darkmaster's bat riders used echo-location to pick out
-their targets.  The stars seemed shallow in the sky that night.  Maybe
-Aliz would die soon, but if he did he would die a hero
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 "Just watch me," said Aliz.
-===(15 August 2015)===
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-"What is that disturbance in the formations?" asked Darquan.
-The old man was almost reptilian in appearance.  He was peering into a
-crystal ball with his lieutenant, a king cobra snake man, standing over
-him.  It was from his dark tower, in the heart of the poisoned marshland,
-that Darquan commanded his goblin legions.  Something was going wrong,
-something the signs hadn't predicted.  Looking closer at the disrupted
-battle lines, Darquan discovered why.
-"But, he is just one dwarf!" exclaimed Darquan.
-"Look clossser," said the snake man.  "He isss much more."
-Indeed, as the wizard watched helplessly in his tower a single dwarf hero
-made his way through the goblin battle formations, axe first.  Heads, arms,
-and entrails were thrown into the clear air.  The goblin commander, seeing
-the hero heading his way, called for a general retreat.  Darquan hissed and
-dashed his crystal ball against the ground.  A tame gremlin swept up the
-pieces and put them with the others.
-"Ready my giant bat," said Darquan.  "I shall deal with this mess
-personally."
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 "Of course, Asmuk," said the young man, lounging on the wooden stool.
 "How could you doubt me?"
-==[[Urist McNuup]]==
-===(31 Oktober 2015)===
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-The expedition leader, Kogan, was an unrepentant glutton.  The assassin's thought themselves clever by poisoning his favorite dessert, sweet-pod pie.  They didn't count on him feeding the first bite to his dogs.  When his pets died, Kogan was furious.  He called all his lieutenants to him.  He would find the culprit if he had to execute every dwarf in the fortress.
-“We had better go,” said Smelark.
-“Wait until the first round of interrogations,” said Aliza.  “If we flee now, he will know we are guilty.”
-The goblin didn't accept this wisdom.  Smelark knew that if he waited to be captured he would be tortured for sure.  If he had learned anything in the dark tower it was that he was no good under torture.  He would spill the beans for sure.  Ignoring Aliza's advice, he stole a horse from the stable and disappeared before dawn.
-“I will find him, my lord,” said Aliza.
-“It is a dangerous mission,” said Kogan, “shouldn't I send one of the knights?”
-“I know how this one thinks,” said Aliza.  “I will bring him back dead or alive.”
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 booming.  The sheriff knew something was up.  It was only a matter
 time before the villain made a mistake.
-==[[User:Vasili|Vasili]]==
-===(23rd April 2010)===
-<pre>UU+U++G.,,...</pre>
-A knock came at the mead hall gate.  A powerful blow, nearly tearing
-the doors from their hinges.  King Wrathbeard drew his sword and
-strode to the entrance, flanked by his elite warriors.  He nodded to
-his men and they unbarred the door.  The doors swung open, revealing
-the enormous, heavily-muscled body of Grum, half-giant, lord of the
-hills.
-"Where are my chickens?" growled Grum.  "You are to offer me four
-fried chickens on every Tuesday!  Friday it is!"
-Wrathbeard stroked his whiskers.  "What have you done for me lately,
-Grum?" asked the king.  "Goblins still haunt the highways.  Jackal men
-still harass my herds."
-Grum left the hall in confusion, sure he had been tricked.  Back on
-his hill, Grum watched as a carriage was stopped by goblin bandits and
-the nobles stripped of their valuables.  Feeling his stomach rumbling,
-Grum stood and ran toward the highway.
-"Where is the rest of the gold!" yelled the goblin.
-The nobles coward, fearing for their lives.  The goblin raised his
-whip, better to lash them again.  A huge hand caught him by the wrist.
-Grum tossed the goblin into the air.  The nobles screamed.  The half-giant scowled.
-"I will have my chickens," he said, "whether you live or die."
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-Suddenly, one of the nobles took on a sly look.  He was thin, weak looking man in dark robes.  The others backed away as the dark noble approached.
-"Who promised you chickens, friend?" asked the noble.
-"King Wrathbeard give Grum chickens," said the half-giant.
-"Well, Grum, my friend," said the noble, "Baron Gravesly knows that King Wrathbeard lies to Grum and eats all the chickens himself!"
-A powerful blow knocked the mead hall doors off their hinges.  The warriors jumped to their feet and reached for their weapons.  The half-giant leapt inside and sent men hurtling through the air.  The king stepped out of his chamber, half naked, a sword in his hand.  The mead hall was a bloodbath, the half giant gasping, looking for more men to kill.
-"Grum!" commanded the king.  "Why have you this?"
-"Wrathbeard," said Grum through a mouth full of slobber.  "You ate my chickens."
-Anger burned in the king’s chest.  He ground his teeth with the thought of that striver besting him.  He attacked the giant, slicing the monster across the face, slashing out an eye.  Grum cried out in pain, and the king struck again, but the blade bounced off the creature’s rib.  Wrathbeard raised his blade to strike once more, but his luck had run out.  Grum dashed out the king’s brains with one vicious blow.
-King Gravesly’s reign was one of terror and tyranny.  All feared "Gravesly’s Dog," the evil monster that plagued both noble and commoner alike.  It was into this sad place, that an adventurer appeared, a young man, slight of build, but with the appearance of inner strength.  The peasants looked on him as he rode to town.  Could he be the one to save them?
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