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[[Category:Bloodline Games|A Non-Egotistical Community Fortress! (Not necessarily a Bloodline game]]
 
[[Category:Bloodline Games|A Non-Egotistical Community Fortress! (Not necessarily a Bloodline game]]
  
Cuz god knows we need one.  
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[[User:Savok|Savok]]: The previous title was "A Non-Egotistical Community Fortress!" which makes more sense with the first sentence in this story, which is:<!-- Scourge, please delete this note and make the next sentence make sense -->
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Cuz god knows we need one.
  
 
I'm not bringing an anvil, so choose whatever you want, whether it be weapons, pets, skills or personality quirks. Also, vote for a biome or ecozone or whatever you want to be in. I (Smoking Gnu) will be the mayor, so that leaves six dwarves up for grabs. So, after you decide all this, vote on what style this fortress should be played in. Should it be Mad Vigilante Justice Fortress (though this could be dangerous for your dwarves), Steadily Growing Fortress, Evil Armok Sacrifice Fortress, or whatever the hell you choose. Sign up on the discussion page. All right, let's play dwarf fortress.
 
I'm not bringing an anvil, so choose whatever you want, whether it be weapons, pets, skills or personality quirks. Also, vote for a biome or ecozone or whatever you want to be in. I (Smoking Gnu) will be the mayor, so that leaves six dwarves up for grabs. So, after you decide all this, vote on what style this fortress should be played in. Should it be Mad Vigilante Justice Fortress (though this could be dangerous for your dwarves), Steadily Growing Fortress, Evil Armok Sacrifice Fortress, or whatever the hell you choose. Sign up on the discussion page. All right, let's play dwarf fortress.
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Dwarves:
 
Dwarves:
  
The Scourge ([[User:Smoking Gnu|Smoking Gnu]]), Mayor/bookkeeper
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[[User:Smoking Gnu|The Scourge]], Mayor/bookkeeper: The Scourge
  
Major, smith/jeweller/miner/marksdwarf
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[[User:Major sephiroth|Major]], smith/jeweler/miner/marksdwarf: The Underminer
  
Donut, butcher/broker/architect
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[[User:VengefulDonut|Donut]], butcher/broker/architect: The Artful Butcher
  
Savok, chef/brewer
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[[User:Savok|Sav]], cook/brewer: The Peaceful Chef
  
Lordo, fisherdwarf/fish cleaner
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[[User:LordoEverything|Lordo]], fisherdwarf/fish cleaner: The Reaper of the Waters
  
Edward, woodcutter/axedwarf  
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[[User:N9103|Edward]], woodcutter/axedwarf: The Fleshwood Bane
  
 
The Traitor (to be sacrificed)
 
The Traitor (to be sacrificed)
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Site:
 
Site:
  
Votes tally up to scorching volcano with river. The style will be Evil Armok Sacrifice fortress.
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Votes tally up to scorching volcano with river. The style will be Evil Armok Sacrifice fortress.
  
 
Equipment (specified): 20 cats, a pick, a crossbow and an axe
 
Equipment (specified): 20 cats, a pick, a crossbow and an axe
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== The Beginning ==
 
== The Beginning ==
  
The Scourge is his title. His name has been forgotten. He stands proud in front of the followeres who have assembled on this faithful day. He coughs, and all fall silent.
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The Scourge is his title: his name has been forgotten. He stood proud in front of the followers who had assembled on that faithful day. He coughed, and all fell silent.
 
 
"As we all know," he begins "we live in a time of evil. The true God is shunned for lesser spirits and goes unworshipped. Blood has not been spilled in years and I sense that the crimson one will soon place us once more onto his anvil of worlds to be reforged and obliterated. Those who stay true to him are captured or put to death in an organized manner so that it cannot be seen. This angers the Blood God, as he revels in chaos and intrigue. Our culture has become stale and our world obsolete. There is only one thing left to do. We must set out and found a new homeland to entertain the Great One, as none shall survive the coming of the hammer. I have chosen those who have served the blood god well. I can only hope that you faithful ones will come later. The chosen ones are," he lifts a list, "Major, the Underminer; Donut, the Artful Butcher; Lordo, the Reaper of the Water; Edward, the Fleshwood Bane, and Savok... the cook..." he pauses, somewhat embarassed, then continues in his loud tone, "with us, we will bring the Traitor, and he will serve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!"
 
  
"Blood for the Blood God!"
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"As we all know," he began, "we live in a time of evil. The true God is shunned for lesser spirits and goes unworshipped. Blood has not been spilled in years, and I sense that the Crimson One will soon place us once more onto his anvil of worlds to be reforged and obliterated. Those who stay true to him are captured or put to death in an organized manner so that it cannot be seen. This angers the Blood God, as he revels in chaos and intrigue. Our culture has become stale and our world obsolete. There is only one thing left to do. We must set out and found a new homeland to entertain the Great One, as none shall survive the coming of the hammer. I have chosen those who have served the blood god well. I can only hope that you faithful ones will come later. The chosen ones are," he spake, raising a sheet of parchment, "Major, the Underminer; Donut, the Artful Butcher; Lordo, the Reaper of the Waters; Edward, the Fleshwood Bane; and Sav... the cook..." He paused, somewhat embarrassed, then continued in his loud, firm tone, "With us, we will bring the Traitor, and he will serve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!"
  
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And all the people shouted, '''"Blood for the Blood God!"'''
  
 
== Arrival ==
 
== Arrival ==
  
The Scourge awakes. As he raises his head from the cart, he senses the heat in the air. Around him, the a peaceful, endless feild stretches. This is the place, he knew. As he watches the cats play, he knows that blood will wilt the flowers that grow here. He smiles. The Blood God will be pleased.
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The Scourge awoke. As he raised his head from the cart, he sensed the heat in the air. Around him, a peaceful, endless field stretched. "This is the place," he muttered to himself. As he watched the cats play, he knew that blood would wilt the flowers that once grew here. He smiled. "The Blood God will be pleased."
  
===Site===
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=== Site ===
  
The Feilds of Playing, a scorching serene freshwater marsh with a volcano and a small pond. Sorry, but it was the best I could find.
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The Fields of Playing, a scorching serene freshwater marsh with a volcano and a small pond. Sorry, but it was the best I could find.

Revision as of 14:08, 16 March 2008


Savok: The previous title was "A Non-Egotistical Community Fortress!" which makes more sense with the first sentence in this story, which is:

Cuz god knows we need one.

I'm not bringing an anvil, so choose whatever you want, whether it be weapons, pets, skills or personality quirks. Also, vote for a biome or ecozone or whatever you want to be in. I (Smoking Gnu) will be the mayor, so that leaves six dwarves up for grabs. So, after you decide all this, vote on what style this fortress should be played in. Should it be Mad Vigilante Justice Fortress (though this could be dangerous for your dwarves), Steadily Growing Fortress, Evil Armok Sacrifice Fortress, or whatever the hell you choose. Sign up on the discussion page. All right, let's play dwarf fortress.

Dwarves:

The Scourge, Mayor/bookkeeper: The Scourge

Major, smith/jeweler/miner/marksdwarf: The Underminer

Donut, butcher/broker/architect: The Artful Butcher

Sav, cook/brewer: The Peaceful Chef

Lordo, fisherdwarf/fish cleaner: The Reaper of the Waters

Edward, woodcutter/axedwarf: The Fleshwood Bane

The Traitor (to be sacrificed)

Site:

Votes tally up to scorching volcano with river. The style will be Evil Armok Sacrifice fortress.

Equipment (specified): 20 cats, a pick, a crossbow and an axe

I'm tired of waiting, so let's start.


The Beginning

The Scourge is his title: his name has been forgotten. He stood proud in front of the followers who had assembled on that faithful day. He coughed, and all fell silent.

"As we all know," he began, "we live in a time of evil. The true God is shunned for lesser spirits and goes unworshipped. Blood has not been spilled in years, and I sense that the Crimson One will soon place us once more onto his anvil of worlds to be reforged and obliterated. Those who stay true to him are captured or put to death in an organized manner so that it cannot be seen. This angers the Blood God, as he revels in chaos and intrigue. Our culture has become stale and our world obsolete. There is only one thing left to do. We must set out and found a new homeland to entertain the Great One, as none shall survive the coming of the hammer. I have chosen those who have served the blood god well. I can only hope that you faithful ones will come later. The chosen ones are," he spake, raising a sheet of parchment, "Major, the Underminer; Donut, the Artful Butcher; Lordo, the Reaper of the Waters; Edward, the Fleshwood Bane; and Sav... the cook..." He paused, somewhat embarrassed, then continued in his loud, firm tone, "With us, we will bring the Traitor, and he will serve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!"

And all the people shouted, "Blood for the Blood God!"

Arrival

The Scourge awoke. As he raised his head from the cart, he sensed the heat in the air. Around him, a peaceful, endless field stretched. "This is the place," he muttered to himself. As he watched the cats play, he knew that blood would wilt the flowers that once grew here. He smiled. "The Blood God will be pleased."

Site

The Fields of Playing, a scorching serene freshwater marsh with a volcano and a small pond. Sorry, but it was the best I could find.