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== The Beginning == | == The Beginning == | ||
| − | The Scourge is his title: his | + | The Scourge is his title: his is forgotten. He stands proud in front of the followers who have assembled on that faithful day. He coughs, and all fall silent. |
| − | "As we all know," he | + | "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 speaks, 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 pauses, somewhat embarrassed, then continues 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!"''' | And all the people shouted, '''"Blood for the Blood God!"''' | ||
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== Arrival == | == Arrival == | ||
| − | The Scourge | + | The Scourge awakes. As he raises his head from the cart, he senses the heat in the air. Around him, a peaceful, endless field stretches. "This is the place," he mutters to himself. As he watched the cats play, he knows that blood will wilt the flowers that grow here. He smiles. "The Blood God will be pleased." |
=== Site === | === 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. | 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 21:33, 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 is forgotten. He stands proud in front of the followers who have assembled on that faithful day. He coughs, and all fall 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 speaks, 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 pauses, somewhat embarrassed, then continues 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 awakes. As he raises his head from the cart, he senses the heat in the air. Around him, a peaceful, endless field stretches. "This is the place," he mutters to himself. As he watched the cats play, he knows that blood will wilt the flowers that grow here. He smiles. "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.