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If you are sending a [[Dwarf_Fortress_Wiki:Site_support|donation]] to [http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/ Bay12Games], you can choose to recieve an ASCII Art Reward. It is a small scene happening in the Dwarf Fortress world. If the same donator gives more than one time, it is also possible that the bits of ASCII Art follow each other and form a story.
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Previously, when you sent a [[Project:Site support|donation]] to [[Bay 12 Games]], you could choose between two rewards: a Crayon Art Reward or an ASCII Art Reward. The ASCII art was a small scene made of a few [[wikipedia:ASCII|ASCII]] characters, along with a unique story written by [[ThreeToe]] happening in the ''Dwarf Fortress'' world. Each scene had a chance to appear later in some form in one of [http://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/dev_story.html ThreeToe's Stories]. If the same donor gave more than one time, it was also possible that the bits of ASCII Art followed each other and formed a story.
  
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Each piece of ASCII Art Reward belong to the donator who received it, but to appetize new potential donators, sharing them might be a good thing :
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Each piece of ASCII Art Reward belongs to the donor who received it, but sharing them for posterity might be a good thing.
  
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==[[User:Beefx|Beefx]]==
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On February 1st, 2020 they announced that they would not be doing rewards after that month.
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===(25 June 2007)===
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{| class="wikitable" style="text-align:center; margin: 1em auto 1em auto"
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<pre>"++@k@++"</pre>
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! colspan=4 | ASCII Art Rewards (alphabetically by contributor)
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/A-F|A &ndash; F]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/G-L|G &ndash; L]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/M-S|M &ndash; S]]
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| [[ASCII Art Reward/T-Z|T &ndash; Z]]
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|}
  
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[[Category:Humor and stories]]
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{{unversioned}}
  
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Zolon and Morul stood near the steel cage.  The brown humanoid inside sat with its hands on its knees, rocking back and forth.
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'''Source(s):'''  [http://www.bay12games.com/support.html Game support]
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[https://www.patreon.com/posts/33653513 Last rewards through February 2020!]
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"Clearly, the kobold was molded from stone."  Zolon stroked his black beard. He then glanced at Morul, raising an eyebrow.
 
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"Not so fast...  the yellow eyes glow.  Fire was involved."  Morul was a slow thinker, but he was not easily moved.
 
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"Stagis!  Bacabadabis!"  The kobold began to screech in its low tongue.  Zolon and Morul observed in silence until the creature quieted down.
 
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"Was that the wind then?"  Zolon asked.
 
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"It seems the interplay of the elements is nuanced in this one, even if the final realization is... lacking."
 
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Morul did not disdain the beast so much that he did not feed it, now that the trapper had entrusted it into his keeping.  The philosopher had left a few pieces of old venison in the cage and the creature now lifted one and inspected it.  After a few sniffs, the kobold pitched it through the steel bars.  The dwarves watched as the meat spun through the air and landed a few yards from the cage.  When they turned back around, the kobold was inches away from them, its face pressed against the bars.
 
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"Augis," it moaned.  "Augis!"  Louder and louder it wailed.
 
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Zolon and Morul covered their ears.  "And this is a tempest?"  Zolon said facetiously.
 
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"Let's adjourn until the storm passes.  Perhaps we can find a meal the thing will accept."  Morul turned and walked down a nearby corridor, toward the kitchen.  Zolon followed close behind.
 
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After they had left, the kobold stopped moaning and sat back on its haunches.  Opening its small clawed fingers, the creature smiled.  On its palm rested an iron key.
 
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==[[User:Bombcar|Bombcar]]==
 
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===(30 December 2007)===
 
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<pre>++g~~U~~C+++</pre>
 
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Goblins in tattered rags pulled the chains with speed as the whips
 
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cracked.  Slowly the gate rose revealing a grotesque creature bent on
 
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destruction.  Its three eyes bounced on their stalks as the monster
 
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pulled itself forward on two huge, muscular arms.  It came to a sudden
 
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halt as Ameltoss the wizard stepped into its path.  Though he had
 
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raised it from a stinking poisonous egg, the wizard knew not whether
 
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he still commanded the beast.  This was the final test.  He raised his
 
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staff and commanded the monster to return to its lair.  The creature's
 
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lips peeled back to reveal ten rows of razor sharp teeth.  Ameltoss
 
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swallowed hard and shouted his command once more.  Now was the moment
 
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of truth.
 
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===(13 April 2009)===
 
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<pre>c+||@++c+cc+@@||,.,,.U,ggCgggT</pre>
 
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The dwarf Frankle ran through the corridors, chasing after the many
 
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cats that infested the fortress.  He stopped when the alarm was
 
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sounded.  The captain of the guard shouted orders.  The dwarves rushed
 
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to their stations.  Frankle, a reserve marks-dwarf, grabbed up a
 
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crossbow from the arsenal and trotted up the stairs to man the
 
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battlements.  When he reached the top he saw the other marks-dwarves
 
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standing, shocked by what they saw.  Taking a deep breath, he looked
 
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over the side.
 
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At the fortress gate stood an enormous monster, dragging itself upon
 
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its vicious, clawed arms.  Goblins stood around it, jeering, and
 
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hurling curses.  A feeling of terror gripped Frankle’s chest.  In all
 
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his years in the service he had never fired his bow in anger, but no
 
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bolt could take this beast down.  The captain put a hand on Frankle’s
 
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shoulder.  Below, a robed man stepped out before the creature.  A
 
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fresh scar transected his missing left eye.  It was the evil wizard
 
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Ameltoss.
 
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“Lay down your weapons and accept a swift death,” shouted the wizard.
 
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A bolt thudded down between his feet.  “Somehow I thought you’d
 
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refuse.  Release the beast!”
 
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A troll stepped forward wielding a huge axe.  With several violent
 
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chops, the chain binding the monster's wrist was broken.  The creature
 
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surged forward.  Frankle screamed in fright and fired his crossbow.
 
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His bolt, along with a dozen others, bounced harmlessly from the
 
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creatures hide.  As the monster beat down the gate.  It seemed their
 
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was no hope.  That was when champion dwarf Rokwan emerged from the
 
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keep within the castle.
 
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==[[User:Bott Maggot|Bott Maggot]]==
 
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===(03 August 2007)===
 
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<pre>+&=o=@+</pre>
 
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"You've come, Kogan.  The Lordaxe.  It is said you have a mighty constitution, but can you hold your own at my table?"  The demon slammed the great flagon down on to the center of the table.  A few dark drops splattered on the stone and smouldered.
 
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"I can take whatever you offer, fiend, and I'll count you a poor host if that brew there on the table doesn't move me half as much as the whiskey of my homeland."
 
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"Ah, your homeland.  It will make a fine gateway to the Underworld someday."
 
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"I wish I could say the dwarves would enjoy making a mine of this palace, but alas, your halls reek of filth.  It would be difficult to persuade them."
 
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"Less talk, more drink.  You call yourself a dwarf?"
 
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Without another word, Kogan seized the flagon with his scarred fist.  He could feel the infernal heat emanating from the brew, and the smell was appalling.  Even so, he hefted the drink to his open mouth and downed it completely, setting the empty flagon on the table in triumph.
 
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==[[User:Brownie210|Brownie210]]==
 
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===(22 December 2008)===
 
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<pre>+&@\O+||~~~~~~~~~</pre>
 
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Sweat glistened on the hairy dwarf's body as he wrestled the dark lord
 
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Slandar.  Above them lay the steel orifice holding back the sea of
 
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lava that was the last defense against the evil army, if only a dwarf
 
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could pull the lever.  The dwarf held the evil general's arm in both
 
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hands as the fiend tried to drive his dagger through the hero's heart.
 
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"Slandar," asked the dwarf, "when did you become so hot-headed?"
 
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The dwarf let go of the villain's arm and pulled the lever.  As the
 
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fiend drove his blade through the laughing dwarf's heart, the gates
 
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opened above and a torrent of lava fell from the ceiling, incinerating
 
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them both in a cloud of steam.
 
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==[[User:Caeonosphere|Caeonosphere]]==
 
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===(07 January 2008)===
 
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<pre>,.U-.,.GT.</pre>
 
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The mighty barbarian clenched his teeth as he snapped the arrow
 
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protruding from his chest.  He laughed as he bounded through the brush
 
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after the cowardly ambusher.  Just another scar among many, proving
 
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his manhood like all the rest.  The foolish goblin archer tried to
 
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scale a tree to lose him.  Smiling with anticipation of the kill, the
 
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barbarian took a throwing axe from his belt and hurled it at his
 
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enemy.  The blade struck the goblin in the helmet, splitting it in
 
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two.  As the stunned goblin sank to the base of the tree, the
 
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barbarian approached him, grabbing him by the throat.
 
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"Well, my friend," said the barbarian.  "It looks as if this game has
 
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come to an end."
 
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==[[User:ChazFox|ChazFox]]==
 
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===(25 October 2009)===
 
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<pre>,.E@UU,.,</pre>
 
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Mighty knight Dron looked on his companions with a measuring stare.
 
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To his right was Glome, a marksdwarf most renowned, cleaning his
 
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weapon, a blindfold across his eyes.  Across from him stood the elven
 
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warrior princess and summoner of animals, Tigotha.  At his left was
 
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Alvin, his squire.  These chosen few were destined to quest across the
 
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land in search of the evil wizard Zandore.
 
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"The vile villain is not far off now," said Dron.  "I can smell his
 
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evil magic."
 
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"It could be another one of his tricks," said Tigotha.  "It wouldn't
 
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be the first time you were fooled."
 
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"Put me anywhere up to league away from evil wizard Zandore," said
 
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marksdwarf Glome, "and the war will be over."  The dwarf pulled the
 
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trigger and his crossbow snapped with sudden force.
 
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"Master," cried Alvin, "I see something!"
 
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==[[User:Davion|Davion]]==
 
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===(28 July 2008)===
 
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<pre>bBbBbBbB####HU*########||+UU+||</pre>
 
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The master thief leapt from the tower, the royal jewels still in his
 
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hands.  The pursuing guard ran to the side to watch in wonder as the
 
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burglar plunged to his death.  But lo, a giant hawk flew down and
 
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plucked him out of the sky.  The aging king stormed out onto the roof
 
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of the tower, still in his bed clothes.
 
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"Curse you Faltrix!" screamed the king as the bird flew toward the horizon.
 
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The rogue had known the hawk since it was a hatchling.  It was then he
 
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had pulled an arrow from its wing.  Thus began the most famous
 
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partnership of the age.  The hawk rider and his steed were known
 
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throughout the land as heroes of the people, stealing from the rich
 
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and giving to the poor.
 
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A dark cloud rose on the horizon.  The smile fell from Faltrix's lips
 
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as the evil creatures sprung their ambush.  Bat men!  How had these
 
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creatures strayed so far from the mountains?  The evil beings rode
 
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giant bats and shot poison darts from their blow guns.  Faltrix
 
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commanded his mount to dive low.  Perhaps he could lose them in the
 
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trees of the forest below.
 
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===(28 September 2008)===
 
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<pre>kbkkbkb,..,..HU,..*.@,...</pre>
 
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Down, down into the forest canopy they flew.  Faltrix's heart raced as
 
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they wove through the trees, the bat men close behind.  Just when he
 
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thought he lost them, the hawk called out with a piercing cry.  A net
 
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of vines dropped from the treetops above, fouling the bird's wings.
 
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They crashed to the forest floor with a thud and slid forward in the
 
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dirt.  Faltrix drew his sword and cut through the web.  High-pitched
 
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cackling echoed from above.  Kobolds!  The rogue set about cutting his
 
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avian steed free, but the hawk did not stir from unconsciousness.
 
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"Agron!" screamed Faltrix.  "Agron!"
 
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Black shadows dropped from vines above.  The kobolds drew their jagged
 
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blades.  As they surrounded him the batmen caught up just it time to
 
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finish him off.  A dozen poison darts landed at his feet.  Why didn't
 
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they kill him?
 
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"Agron," said the rogue, "if we get out of this, you can eat all the
 
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giant rats you want."
 
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The kobolds parted to reveal a short wizard in a glowing red robe, a
 
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long hood covering his face.  Faltrix lowered his blade as the
 
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menacing figure approached.  The wizard threw back his hood to reveal
 
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the face of an evil dwarf.  Faltrix threw the stolen Eye of Atheria at
 
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his feet.
 
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"Take the jewel," said Faltrix, "just let Agron live."
 
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"Touching," said the dwarf, "but fear not, I will have need of the
 
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rider and his hawk to complete the ultimate quest."
 
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"Quest?" asked Faltrix.
 
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==[[User:Ergot|Ergot]]==
 
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===(14 June 2007)===
 
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<pre>""w"w@%"w"w</pre>
 
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Doran shifted from foot to foot as he looked from side to side.  Eventually the dwarf's head dropped and he clutched his beard, his wide eyes wild, staring at the dirt.  They were everywhere.
 
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"Cave weevils.  Cave weevils on my crops.  My pig tails, all of my pig tails are gone.  But this season will be different, mark my words, by the Lordaxe it will."  The dwarf pulled a bulky glove from his belt.  The knuckles were studded with iron.  Doran slid the glove over his hand, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile.  The farmer's eyes grew dark.
 
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One of the foot-long insects crawled in front of the dwarf, and he hammered it into the earth with his fist, smashing the weevil until it was well-ground.  "Flat.  I'll pound 'em all flat.  We might not have cloth this year, but we'll have plenty of meal."
 
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==[[User:Furiousfish|Furiousfish]]==
 
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===(14 July 2007)===
 
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<pre>++@g####</pre>
 
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"Tell me where the child is being taken and I'll let you live!" Kogan yelled down at the goblin, desperation marking his voice. Mul had shot this wretch in the leg, but the kidnapper had escaped. The goblin hanging by Kogan's hand over the chasm was just a bodyguard. The goblin smiled wickedly, taking delight in Kogan's distress. "Even now, your child is approaching the prison where he'll live out the next decade of his miserable life," it spat. "And then, well..." The fiend began to chuckle. "Where is the child?" Kogan asked with finality. The goblin closed its eyes and was silent. Kogan let the creature drop away into the darkness.
 
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===(27 February 2008)===
 
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<pre>","".g%@.",""."..</pre>
 
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Dorol struggled against the coarse sackcloth. The darkness was total,and it smelled even more foul than his uncle's rotten-toothed whiskeybreath. He had been playing with his miniforge by the cave river when everything had gone black. Dorol had heard a commotion shortly after, followed by terrible undwarven screaming, but afterward just the soft footfalls of somebody running quickly along with the rustling of the sack. At once, whoever was carrying him stopped and let the sack drop hard on the ground. There was a rustling, and the sack opened. It was nighttime, and Dorol could see the face of his captor looking down at him. A goblin! The fiend pulled the cloth down far enough that Dorol's head stuck up out of the opening. The dwarf held tightly onto his toy, uncertain and afraid. "Here, eat this," the goblin said, holding out something. Dorol worked one of his hands out of the sack and took the offering. It wasa piece of spoiled meat, crawling with diseased larvae. The child dropped it on the ground by the sack. "Hey, that's good meat," the goblin complained, reaching down to pick it up. "The master gave it to me just for you." The goblin lowered its voice and mumbled. "I'd eat it, but he is always watching me, and he knows when I've been bad. "Now eat up," the goblin drew closer and pushed the meat into the dwarf's face. Like a true smith, the dwarven child struck, smashing the hammer of his miniforge into the goblin's eye! The goblin cringed, clutching his face. After a moment he shook his head and looked up at the sack, but the dwarf was nowhere to be seen. Filling with rage, driven by fear of his master's torments, the goblin shouted, "You can't run, you hairy snot! I'll hunt you, and I'll find you!" Snatching up the sack, the goblin ran off into the wilds.
 
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==[[User:Fuzzy|Fuzzy]]==
 
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===(31 October 2008)===
 
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<pre>.,G,@,,.</pre>
 
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The dwarves buried Administrator Zarhan face down, so that when evil
 
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spirits animated his soulless corpse, as surely they would, he would
 
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dig straight down into the Underworld and away from the land of the
 
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living.  For a season after, the fortress was beset by a horrible
 
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howling that filled the corridors.  The dwarves of the fortress were
 
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driven to near madness.  Eventually the sounds faded.
 
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It was not long after that a young engraver found a floor hatch, which
 
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had not been there the previous night.  He opened the hatch and put
 
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his head through.  Phantom arms grabbed him and pulled him inside.
 
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"You fools didn't think I'd forget up from down did you?" hissed the
 
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ghost of Zarhan.
 
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==[[User:Hellzon|Hellzon]]==
 
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===(17 December 2007)===
 
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<pre>,.@@~~o~~~</pre>
 
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A rock plopped into the cave river from the platform above.  There
 
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Durgal and the dwarf girl sat, above the murky waters.  Durgal
 
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explained, in great detail, his plans for the future.  When the riches
 
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of the mountain were plundered, he would diagram the plans for a
 
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second fortress himself.  How the dwarves would love him!
 
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"But in your haste for riches," asked the girl, "would you have time
 
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for the ones you love?"
 
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Durgal's face became red as a cave turnip.  He looked quickly away
 
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from her and stared into the dark water.  There, eyes gazed up to meet
 
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him.  Durgal reached for his axe, telling the girl to warn the others.
 
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A pale, slimy hand reached out of the depths and pulled the creature
 
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upward.  It was an olmman!
 
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===(3 September 2008)===
 
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<pre>ff,@,.@,o~~~~~</pre>
 
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"Back!" cried Durgal, "back to the hall!"  The dwarf girl turned and
 
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screamed.  Two blind cave fish men blocked the way out.  Durgal turned
 
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and swung his axe at the olmman, now completely out of the water.  It
 
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deftly dodged his panicked swings.  The dwarf girl screamed as the
 
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cave fish men crawled toward her, arms outstretched, feeling their way
 
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along the floor.
 
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"By the power of the Lordaxe!" screamed Durgal, holding his axe aloft.
 
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The dungeon rumbled.  The sound of water crashed through the tunnel.
 
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The fighters were swept away.  The olmman grabbed Durgal's axe arm as
 
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they were washed through the watery tunnel.  The dwarf pulled a dagger
 
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from his belt and jammed it into the monster's guts.
 
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"Gula!" cried Durgal, bursting above the surface of the water.  He
 
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pulled the axe free of the olmman's grasp and brought the pommel down
 
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on its head, knocking it senseless.  "Gula!" he cried again.  With
 
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sudden terror, Durgal recalled where this tunnel led -- the chasm.
 
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Only a few seconds until the ultimate terrible plunge.
 
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"Durgal!" cried the dwarf girl, Gula.  With all his strength, he
 
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stretched to reach her in the crashing water.
 
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==[[User:Janus|Janus]]==
 
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===(12 October 2006)===
 
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<pre>BgB
 
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B@g
 
−
gBB</pre>
 
−
Beak dogs and goblins surround the adventurer!  What will happen next?!
 
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===(13 February 2007)===
 
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<pre>gg...
 
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.B.B=
 
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..BB.
 
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.%B@/
 
−
.-...</pre>
 
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One of the five beak dogs pounced.  Rogar leapt, planting a foot on the beast's head and propelling himself toward the tattoed goblin.  Just as they collided, Rogar planted his dagger through the goblin's left eye.  They hit the ground hard, and Rogar rolled forward to his feet, spinning to face the remaining eight opponents.  The beak dog he had jumped on was still shaking its head, wincing.  Behind them stood a wiry goblin with a wild mane of maroon hair, brandishing a scimitar, and a lardy goblin holding an iron-studded club.
 
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The beak dogs charged Rogar in unison.  His dagger was stuck back in the twitching goblin's face, but weaponless he stood his ground before them.  The first dog to reach him received Rogar's knee under its chin, the long cruel spike at the top of the warrior's half-greave piercing the creature's throat.  Two more beak dogs reached him as he twisted his leg in the air, trying to free it from his bleeding adversary.  The beasts slammed into him, one getting a hold of his right arm above the elbow, the other gnashing at his face.  Before it could tear his nose off, Rogar grabbed it by the neck with his left hand and held it back.  The other dog sank its beak deeper into the flesh of Rogar's arm.  Could this be the end?!
 
−
 
 
−
===(5 May 2007)===
 
−
<pre>|+@g+++</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
Rogar awoke in pain, his wrists in chains, his wounded arm throbbing.  He opened his eyes only to be greeted by an all-encompassing darkness.  This must be Shalthidon's dungeon, which meant that he was locked inside the Tower of Hate from which no man had ever returned.
 
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A dim light flickered some distance away, and he could see the silhouetted bars of his prison.  Beyond them, shadows danced, and he heard a grating sound.  The bars slid aside, and the lardy goblin waddled into the chamber holding a torch.
 
−
 
 
−
The foul creature stood below Rogar where he hung, an idiot grin perking up the otherwise sagging jowls of its bloated face.
 
−
 
 
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"The master says you are to be entertained," it croaked as it continued to smile.
 
−
 
 
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"I do not desire such pleasures as Shalthidon has to offer," Rogar answered.  "Be off with you.  The larder has grown lonely."
 
−
 
 
−
"The master says you are to feel the fire," the thing chortled.  The goblin lifted the torch and took a step toward Rogar.
 
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It was enough.  Rogar lashed out with his legs, hooking them around the goblin's neck.  In a feat of strength that would become legend, Rogar strained against the chains on his arms, lifting the massive goblin and all its corpulence from the floor.  There was a sickening crack, and the fixtures in the ceiling gave way.  Rogar fell into the goblin's lardy folds, pushing away desperately until he regained his feet, ready to fight, but the goblin was already dead with a broken neck.
 
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Fortunately, the torch had not been smothered.  The warrior picked it up and held it high.  There was nothing else in the cell.  Aside from the chains, the torch was his only possession.  Now it's the master who'll be entertained, Rogar thought, as he strode out into the passageway.
 
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−
===(7 August 2007)===
 
−
<pre>@+++"E"</pre>
 
−
 
 
−
Rogar strode toward the great iron doors, leaving a trail of blood that was not his own.  In his hand he held a scimitar and from each of his wrists the chains still hung.  All of the servants of Shalthidon that lurked within the Tower of Hate were now dead, save whatever was in this room at the pinnacle of the tower.  The sword he had seized from the maroon-maned goblin, who had led the goblins in the tower barracks.
 
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−
The warrior pushed hard on the iron doors and they opened inward with a groan.  There, surrounded by brightly colored flowers, was an elf.  The sun shone down on the tower top through windows in the elegant curved ceiling.  The entire room sparkled.
 
−
 
 
−
"Are you a prisoner here?  Where is Shalthidon?" Rogar asked urgently.
 
−
 
 
−
The elf chuckled pleasantly.  "Child, Rogar, I am Shalthidon.  My parents named me Lilarilqua, but my attempts to hold the goblins under my sway with that name met with disaster.  Are you cold?  Let me fetch you something warm."  Shalthidon fished around under a dresser and pulled out a plush cloak with lacy frills.  "The material was all offered freely from the feather trees, Rogar.  You don't have to worry about the animals."
 
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Rogar was still stunned.  Shalthidon, the Bringer of Ruin, murderer of his parents, lord of the evil of the creeping wastes that had engulfed half the world, was an elf.  Dispelling the cloud over his mind, the warrior focused.  That will only make killing him all the more satisfying, he thought.  Rogar lifted his blade and advanced.
 
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==[[User:JoystickHero|Joystick Hero]]==
 
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===(14 September 2010)===
 
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<pre>%W%%W%    ,.,."","@@@@".,@</pre>
 
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Fires burned on the high mountain.  The wind carried the cries of the
 
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dwarves as all they ever cared about was destroyed.  But one dwarf had
 
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not given in to despair.  It was Malvedar, slayer of dragons and
 
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veteran of a thousand famous battles.  He watched the dwarf fortress
 
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burn from his hiding place in the wooded slope.  There would come a
 
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time when the enemy was not so lucky, when his schemes failed.  That
 
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would be when they remember what they did to the dwarves this day and
 
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would expect no mercy.
 
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“Lord Malvedar,” said a dwarf soldier, “I think the werewolves have
 
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caught our scent.”
 
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The dwarf warlord nodded.  Together, the ragged band of dwarven
 
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survivors made their way down the slope.  The road back to the
 
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mountain homes was long and full of danger, but there was nowhere else
 
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left to go.  While others cried, Malvedar resisted the urge to throw
 
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himself on the enemy.  He would kill many, but not enough before he
 
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was brought low.  No.  It would be a hard time, and a long time, but
 
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he would have his satisfaction.
 
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==[[User:Kosmos|Kosmos]]==
 
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===(11 September 2007)===
 
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<pre>T+TT@C +</pre>
 
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"Twist my arm, why don't you?  You louse," Doran had complained as Bomtek continued to bother him.
 
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"Come on, Doran!  It's just a bottle of whiskey.  The Baron won't miss it.  When you deliver his table, just take a little something for yourself.  And share it with me."
 
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Now Doran was standing in the Baron's dining room.  It already had a fine granite table at its center; the noble had just wanted an obsidian corner piece as an accent.  As the dwarf set the table down, Bomtek's repeated needling suggestions still echoed in his mind.  It was just one bottle.  There are so many in the cabinet.  The Baron won't miss just one of them.
 
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The dwarf had to pass the cabinet on the way out.  With every step toward it, he felt the whiskey within calling in his heart.  Doran's face flushed hot and his stomach felt as if it were being squeezed and twisted.  Maybe I'll just look, he thought.  Just look and go.  He reached out his hand and gently opened the cabinet's door.  There was only one bottle inside.  Bomtek, you fool, he thought.  Yet the whiskey still beckoned him forward, and he continued to gaze on the bottle in silence as it drew him ever closer.
 
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==[[User:Laod|Laod]]==
 
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===(15 October 2006)===
 
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<pre>T..o..T
 
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Trolls are playing dodgeball with a boulder!  Who will win?!</pre>
 
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--[[User:Laod|Laod]] 15 October 2006
 
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==[[User:MacGyvers_Mullet|MacGyvers_Mullet]]==
 
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===Rognar:(11 November 2007)===
 
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<pre>%%%@%%%,../.,\</pre>
 
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The sword slid through the goblin's throat and the dying creature fell
 
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to the ground sputtering.  Rognar had been born into a world of
 
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violence, and he would not share it with these stinking beasts.
 
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Striding upon their unnumbered broken bodies, the warrior reached the
 
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summit of the corpse mound and surveyed the carnage.  The siege had
 
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been broken.  Here and there, a wimpering slave of darkness put up
 
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resistance or simply clung to life, but soon they would all be
 
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vanquished and the sun would bring a glorious dawn to the blood-red
 
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battlefield.  Rognar smiled.  It was a great day to be a dwarf.
 
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-Tarn
 
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===Neandar Begin:(3 July 2008)===
 
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<pre>!!()!!,k,...@,..#######||</pre>
 
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He would never let the fiend escape again.  That was what Neandar the
 
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dwarf thought before he flung himself into the black air of the chasm
 
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after the skulking kobold thief.  For many seconds they fell, time
 
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enough for Neandar to recall his short life and short career on the
 
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Fortress Guard.  Wet matter slammed into the dwarf's face and gave
 
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way.  The dwarf smashed through a dozen giant spider webs and hit the
 
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ground running, hot on the trail of the kobold scum.
 
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A huge standing ring of fire dominated the floor of the chasm.  The
 
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kobold made for the hell portal with all speed.  Neandar stopped in
 
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his tracks.  It was one thing to plunge to certain death in order to
 
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retrieve a granite puzzle box.  It was quite another to cast oneself
 
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into a dimension of ultimate evil.  Yet these kobold cowards could not
 
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be allowed to run about as they pleased.  Lifting his axe over his
 
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head, the dwarf charged into the portal of doom.
 
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-Zach
 
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==[[User:McDoomhammer|McDoomhammer]]==
 
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===(5 May 2008)===
 
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<pre>T,.ggUggg..TT------,TT,.T.U.UU.,..TTT</pre>
 
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The three chosen warriors left the Citadel of Hope, strapped on with
 
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all manner of magic weapons that the Council of Elders had presented
 
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them.  Shizenbubin was the tracker of the group, always hot on the
 
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trail of danger.  Shizentubin was her sister, skilled in the ways of
 
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the blade so that no enemy neck was safe.  Azoul Buck was the leader.
 
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She ran her fingers through her short blond hair, her muscular arm
 
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flexing, covered with the crude tattoos of her tribe.
 
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This would be a short quest indeed.  A party of goblins had ambushed
 
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the prince on his way to the castle.  All the heroes need do is return
 
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him unspoiled.  It would be easy to intercept them then on their way
 
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to the Black Fortress, given Shizenbubin's incredible skill.  However,
 
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time was not on their side.  Goblins grew bored easily and might make
 
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sport of the prince's bodily members.  Azoul set the pace, a quick
 
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trot through the woods.  She smiled at the easily-won glory that
 
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awaited her squad at the end of the journey.
 
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==[[User:FFLaguna|FFLaguna]]==
 
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===(5 May 2008)===
 
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<pre>===UHH,...===UHH,........[===].//+//````</pre>
 
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Merchant Prince Gramlin snorted while batting away acorn flies with
 
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his monkey hair swatter.  'Realm of Artifice,' ha!  'Dirt Fortress,'
 
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he named it.  These pathetic dwarves scratched a hole in the earth and
 
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produced nothing but rock toys to offer the human caravans.  The
 
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journey was long and the profits few.  At last the trees cleared
 
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revealing a low hill with a single door, the trade platform lying
 
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before it.  Gramlin looked around him.  Not a dwarf was to be seen.
 
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They were probably sleeping off a night of unrestrained debauchery.
 
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He ordered his men to lay the goods onto the platform.
 
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A sudden pain rocked the merchant.  He looked down at his great gut
 
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and saw a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest.  As he sank to the
 
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earth, he cursed.  The dwarves had gone feral, maddened by their
 
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pathetic conditions.  The caravan was routed and fled into the woods,
 
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leaving their precious cargo on the platform.  The last thing Gramlin
 
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saw was the face of a mad dwarf, foaming at the mouth and snarling
 
−
before it took his scalp.
 
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==[[User:McMe|McMe]]==
 
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===(13 January 2010)===
 
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<pre>UU+U++G.,,...</pre>
 
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A knock came at the mead hall gate. A powerful blow, nearly tearing
 
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the doors from their hinges. King Wrathbeard drew his sword and
 
−
strode to the entrance, flanked by his elite warriors. He nodded to
 
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his men and they unbarred the door. The doors swung open, revealing
 
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the enormous, heavily-muscled body of Grum, half-giant, lord of the
 
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hills.
 
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