User:Smoking Gnu/Blood for the Blood God!

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 (Smoking Gnu 23:35, 15 March 2008 (EDT)), Mayor/bookkeeper

Major, smith/jeweller/miner/marksdwarf

Donut, butcher/broker/architect

Savok, chef/brewer

Lordo, fisherdwarf/fish cleaner

Edward, woodcutter/axedwarf

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 stands proud in front of the followeres who have assembled on this 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 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 seve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!"

"Blood for the Blood God!"