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| − | ==[[User:Abby Ratso Lee|Abby Ratso Lee]]==
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| − | ===(03 March 2013)===
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| − | <pre>|ggJggJgdggdd+g@|</pre>
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| − | “No dingo men or goblins allowed.”
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| − | The sign hung haphazardly across the tavern door. Samser took another
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| − | puff on his pipe and spit. As a goblin, there wasn’t much in the way
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| − | of opportunity in Steelguard Fortress, but it sure beat slaving in the
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| − | mines of the demon lords. Haughty dwarves passed by him with hatred
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| − | in their eyes. It was about time he was headed home.
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| − | Samser’s neighborhood was on the wrong side of the mine cart tracks.
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| − | It was a place you wouldn’t show your face after the evening bell, at
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| − | least if you didn’t want someone to rearrange it for you. Samser
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| − | tapped the crundles on the head as he passed them by. A pair of
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| − | jaguar women looked at him from a back alley. It was hard-living in
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| − | the lower mines.
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| − | “Where have you been?” shouted Samser’s woman.
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| − | She was a hill dwarf from a fortress down the river. Hilga was her
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| − | name, and she too had come to Steelguard looking for a future. She
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| − | had three children from a previous marriage and Samser looked at them
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| − | without sympathy, though they were clearly suffering. But though he
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| − | had no heart to speak of, he knew something had to give.
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| − | Animal people now outnumbered all dwarves and goblins combined in the
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| − | underclass. Samser thought it must be because the dwarves had chopped
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| − | down most of their forests. The dwarves liked to think that none of
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| − | this mattered. What was another food riot when the adamantine kept
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| − | flowing?
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| − | “You need to find a job,” said Hilga. “Right now you are just another
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| − | mouth to feed.”
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| − | Smirking, Samser thought it must have been half a year since he had
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| − | had any solid food, but he could use a drink. Slamming the door, he
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| − | followed the tracks down to the goblin bar. When he could get in,
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| − | Samser preferred to drink with the dwarves. Down at Effie’s it seemed
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| − | like there was a murder every other night.
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| − | Big Effie was a walking contradiction, a fat, jolly, good-natured
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| − | goblin. That didn’t stop Effie’s establishment from being the most
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| − | violent place this side of Steelguard. As Samser bellied up to the
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| − | bar, he couldn’t help noticing a dwarf sitting by himself in the
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| − | corner. Samser tried to back away, but it was too late. The dwarf
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| − | noticed him.
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| − | “Do you know what time it is?” asked the dwarf.
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| − | “It is time for you to get out of this neighborhood,” said Samser.
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| − | “It is time,” said the dwarf, “for revolution.”
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| − | ==[[User:AbuDhabi|AbuDhabi]]==
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| − | ===(5 February 2009)===
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| − | <pre>CCCCCCC,.,.,.|||@+@+></pre>
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| − | Fires burned at the edge of the vast grassland, holding back the
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| − | darkness before the dwarf fortress. All night baleful howls could be
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| − | heard on the plain, undead cows brought back to life by the evil
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| − | wizard Maxelman. He had allowed the dwarves to live in his domain of
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| − | evil, if they but bestowed on him one artifact a year. Nothing,
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| − | however, could measure the greed of a dwarf. Nothing, that is, save
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| − | his thirst for strong whiskey.
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| − | A dwarf stood atop the battlement, laughing drunkenly. "Get down
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| − | Twan," whispered his fellow guardsman. "The night-wings will snatch
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| − | you off the wall!" Twan threw his stein off the wall in defiance.
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| − | Such was his vanity that he thought that they only need live through
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| − | the night. Little did he know, the dawn would never come.
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| − | ===(24 February 2009)===
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| − | <pre>DgDgg%@@%@~~++++++>>>>^+^+^+^+^%%%%%@</pre>
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| − | Twan held his helmet over his eyes and screamed. Fireballs smashed
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| − | into the walls, shot from the gullets of a dozen dragons circling in
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| − | the smoke-choked sky. Marksdwarves dove from the walls and smashed
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| − | into the courtyard below. "Stand and fight!" shouted Captain Krandle.
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| − | "Fear no devil!" Twan reached the courtyard just as the gate broken
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| − | open wide. Pike-wielding goblins poured through the opening. Captain
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| − | Krandle threw his great braided beard over his shoulder and called
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| − | forth his squad of elite axe-lords, The Chosen.
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| − | Pike and axe clashed again and again as Twan crawled between the legs
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| − | of the combatants. A head dropped onto the ground before him. It was
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| − | the head of Captain Krandle. Twan pressed on. He would not be
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| − | paralyzed with fear. It seemed that the power of Maxelman knew no
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| − | bounds, but not even he could breach the inner mines. Dodging the
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| − | deadly weapons, and slithering over the bodies, Twan made his way the
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| − | center of the fortress.
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| − | A dark tunnel lay beyond the entrance to the keep. Twan danced down
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| − | the corridor in the intricate steps that avoided the complex mass of
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| − | triggers and tripwires that guarded the entrance. Inside were the
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| − | mines, stocked with enough dwarven wine to keep them in the cups for
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| − | ten years. Twan reflected for a moment on those above who had died.
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| − | It wasn't important. He was alive, and would remain so, so long as he
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| − | avoided the king and any quests he might have in store.
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| − | ===(13 May 2009)===
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| − | <pre>%@/%+++@+@@@</pre>
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| − | "That blasted wizard Maxelman," came a booming voice. "He shall not
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| − | have my artifact staff!"
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| − | Curses, thought Twan from his hiding in the cellar, the king! The
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| − | dwarf lord paced back and forth, followed by a pleading train of
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| − | aristocrats, tears of rage streaming from his eyes. The staff, the
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| − | cause of all the suffering the dwarves now endured, was only ten short
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| − | steps away. In near berserker rage, the king threw the staff down,
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| − | startling the nobles. Twan saw his chance. He shot between the
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| − | nobles and snatched up the artifact.
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| − | "Scoundrel," roared the king, "unhand the magic staff!"
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| − | Twan leapt onto a keg, holding the staff high.
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| − | "Maxelman will burn this fortress to the ground to gain this staff,"
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| − | said the rude dwarf. "I will have this power for myself!"
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| − | The king growled, plucking the gold rings from his fingers. He hurled
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| − | them at Twan, one striking the dwarf in the teeth. "Seize him!"
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| − | shouted the besieged ruler. Twan jumped from barrel to barrel as the
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| − | purple clad nobles chased him. As he ran from the cellar he heard
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| − | king's cry, "Guards, guards!"
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| − | In the enemy camp, the vile wizard Maxelman puzzled over his battle
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| − | plans. A dwarf fortress is always a hard nut to crack. One of his
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| − | generals, a skeletal shade from the netherworld, summoned him from his
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| − | tent. The wizard straightened his aching back, brushed his long black
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| − | beard, and stepped to the door. There, standing between two fierce
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| − | goblin guards, was Twan, holding the king's staff.
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| − | ===(29 Aug 2009)===
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| − | <pre>+U+G-@+GG+</pre>
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| − | "You bring me the staff," said the evil sorcerer, "as a traitor to your people?"
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| − | The dwarven rogue took a step back and leveled the staff at his arch-nemesis.
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| − | "You will have the staff," said Twan. "Have it through your black
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| − | shriveled heart!"
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| − | The dwarf pressed a secret button and a blade emerged from the end of
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| − | the staff. The wizard called on his generals. The skeletal ghoul
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| − | drew his saber and charged. Twan spun with expert skill and took out
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| − | the phantom's knees, such was the power that the staff bestowed. Two
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| − | more undead warlords entered the tent. Twan thrust the staff at
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| − | Maxelman but a undead general threw himself in front of the blade,
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| − | impaling himself and collapsed into dust.
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| − | The legless fiend below snatched Twan's ankles and pulled Twan to the
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| − | floor. The staff spilled onto the ground. The dwarf felt his courage
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| − | suddenly fading. The wizard snatched up the artifact and cried out
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| − | with joy. The long campaign was finally at an end. The skeleton put
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| − | its bony arm around Twan's neck and pulled him upright. The wizard
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| − | noticed the dwarf and walked toward him, pointing the staff.
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| − | "Nice try, dwarf," said Maxelman. "Now feel the true power of the
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| − | artifact staff!"
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| − | Twan caught the thrust between his palms. As the wizard snarled, Twan
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| − | took the staff in one hand and with several quick motions, activated
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| − | the secret switches along its length. The dwarf released the staff as
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| − | saw blades swept out of the shaft and sliced off the wizard's hands.
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| − | Twan jammed his helmet into the skull of the phantom general and
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| − | smashed all the bones in its face.
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| − | The dwarf picked up the blood covered staff and chased the wizard from
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| − | the tent. Dozens of goblins blocked his way, but he dispatched them
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| − | with mighty slashes of his weapon. Just as he came within a spear's
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| − | throw of his enemy, a huge dust cloud blocked his way. Wind blew down
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| − | as a giant dragon landed before the dwarf. At last, thought Twan, a
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| − | worthy opponent.
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| − | ==Alluvian_Est-Endrati==
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| − | ===(19th December, 2010)===
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| − | <pre>~~~~..pppp.,.,@,..,.,.</pre>
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| − | In the frozen wastes far to the south, the dwarves toiled to construct
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| − | a mighty fortress out of glacial ice. Beyond the frozen walls, at the
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| − | edge of the snowy island, penguin men watched with fascination. At
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| − | the center of the iceberg, an underwater volcano rooted the floating
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| − | ice in place. It had not erupted in a hundred years, but the dwarves
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| − | tested the mountain's patience with their constant digging. Arud the
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| − | penguin man leaned toward his friend and whispered.
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| − | "I think these creatures may be more trouble than a pack of leopard
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| − | seal," he said.
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| − | The wind blew harsh, clouding their view. A small man appeared
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| − | through the blizzard. His beard was frozen and his skin was blue with
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| − | cold. In his hand he held an iron pick. The penguin men looked at
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| − | each other and clucked. The dwarf reached them, leaned on his pick
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| − | and spoke.
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| − | "You must help us," he said.
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| − | ===(20th February, 2011)===
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| − | <pre>~~~~ppp,,,.,.,p,.!@!,.,.</pre>
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| − | A red light shone from further up the iceberg. Seconds later the trio was rocked by a wave of hot gas. The penguins fell to their bellies and slid toward the relative safety of the sea. At the last minute, Arud turned to see the dwarf thrashing on the icy slope, his coat on fire. Arud turned and jumped to his feet, leaving his puzzled friend behind.
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| − | "Come friend," said the penguin man, slapping the flames from the dwarf's coat, "we must leave this island."
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| − | "You don't understand," said the dwarf. "This island was chosen. At the heart of the mountain is the Fire Star, a jewel so powerful it could turn night to day. Please, Forge Father, forgive our tampering. We sought to take it for our own and it became misaligned. Look there!"
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| − | A ray of light shot up from the volcano. Arud felt the heat on his face. The jewel's power caused clouds to burst into flame and burned its signature into the blue vault of the sky. The penguin man did not understand, but he knew he must act. He pulled the dwarf to his feet with his flipper and together they ran into the smoking ruin.
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| − | ===(10th August, 2011)===
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| − | <pre>UW||UUUUUUUU,.\U,..UUUUUU</pre>
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| − | The hanging bodies twitched against the wall of the evil castle.
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| − | Thalfor had heard of the witch's power. That was why he allowed
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| − | himself to be taken prisoner. The others around him looked far worse
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| − | off. They trembled as they passed under the menacing gate.
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| − | Everywhere were the sounds of screaming men. Behind, zombies with
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| − | whips drove the crowd into the blood-soaked courtyard.
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| − | Before the prisoners, at the top window of the keep, stood Camestra
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| − | the Wicked. One could say she may have been beautiful once, but now
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| − | she was sickly and pale. Behind her stood a brawny zombie, tall and
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| − | "Now you shall all die," said the witch. "But one of you shall be my
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| − | new body servant. Old Donus is beginning to give off a nasty odor."
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| − | The prisoners began to panic. Armed zombies closed in for kill.
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| − | Thalfor reached to his inner thigh and pulled out a hidden blade. One
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| − | by one he cut down the zombies. Camestra brought her hand to her
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| − | mouth and Donus let out a low groan.
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| − | "No one will die today," said Thafor, "that hasn't died before."
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| − | ==Amuys==
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| − | ===(July, 2014)===
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| − | <pre>gggggggg,~.\@.%,gggggggg</pre>
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| − | "It is in metal you trust," said Ustran, "not skill in martial arts."
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| − | "But master," said Kogan, "they must outnumber us five to one!"
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| − | "The goblins have no answer to our steel and adamantine," said Ustran.
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| − | "The dwarven knights, though untested, will be unstoppable. It is
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| − | Swallowing his fear, Kogan closed his eyes as the squires placed the
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| − | helmet on his head and strapped on the last of his steel armor. At
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| − | last, Ustran handed him an adamantine battle axe. It was new, an
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| − | untested weapon for an untested knight. Kogan stepped out of the
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| − | barracks and joined the other knights in the main hall of the dwarf
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| − | Slowly, the main drawbridge began to lower. Out beyond the moat,
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| − | Kogan could see the forces arrayed against them. The goblins from the
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| − | Apagan mountains were a battle-hardened bunch. They had sacked many
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| − | villages in the past few months. They had even burned a fledgling
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| − | dwarf fortress. If they were not stopped now, nowhere in the world
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| − | would be safe. Kogan lowered his helmet's visor and stepped onto the
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| − | bridge with the dwarven vanguard.
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| − | The adamantine axe sliced through the goblins like a hot knife through
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| − | plump helmet roast. Arms, necks and heads were tossed into the clear
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| − | air. Kogan laughed with the joy of the slaughter, his fear vanishing.
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| − | Soon he found himself surrounded by enemies. He swung his axe in a
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| − | circle, driving the enemy back. He was now cut off from the other
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| − | dwarves, but he didn't care. He was unstoppable.
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| − | ==Angry Licker==
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| − | ===(15th January, 2010)===
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| − | The mad dwarf spun this way and that to confront his pursuers. He
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| − | held a knife, given to him by his father on his first day at the
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| − | carpentry shop. He could hear the sheriff shouting, the crowd closing
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| − | in. Tears rolled down his face. It felt good that it was over, but
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| − | all that was left was shame. Pike dwarves were filling into the room.
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| − | Soon they would subdue him, and bring him to the hammerer, to be
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| − | forged anew. He didn't really believe that. He doubted any dwarf
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| − | did. When he went out, he wouldn't go out like a dwarf. He would die
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| − | like an animal. A new fire glowed in his eyes. With a savage howl,
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| − | === (10 April 2010) ===
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| − | <pre>~%@@%@%~~,.,..,,.?</pre>
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| − | The sickening thud of club and bone echoed through the cavern as the
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| − | dwarf explorers were set upon by a troop of trogs. Expedition leader
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| − | Fidon showed his prowess, wielding his axe like a true champion,
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| − | hewing through flesh and sinew. The creatures of the underworld could
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| − | never be allowed to win. The dwarves rested, the enemies vanquished.
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| − | The only casualty was Fidon’s boot, ruined where a trog had gnawed
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| − | through. The dwarves laughed, then became silent when a growl could
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| − | ===(04 March 2012)===
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| − | Torchlight reflected in the creature's eyes, looming high above the
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| − | ground. The beak scraped as it opened and closed. The great tongue
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| − | probed, waiting for the next morsel. The dwarves stood still,
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| − | standing their ground, but this was of no use. This was a predatory
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| − | attack. Fidon knew their only chance was to fight back vigorously.
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| − | “Fire!” cried Fidon. “Lay it in there!”
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| − | The bolts bounced harmlessly off the violet feathers. The beak came
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| − | down and plucked up a marksdwarf. It flipped the dwarf into the air
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| − | and opened its throat wide, swallowing the victim whole. Fidon lost
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| − | hold of his dwarves and they fled. The monster saw the little things
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| − | run and was compelled to chase, driven by its killer instinct.
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| − | Fidon had stood his ground, but it was all over. The creature was
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| − | gone, and so were his friends. He looked back in the direction of the
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| − | fortress. He couldn’t return there now. He lifted his crossbow off
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| − | the ground and slung it over his shoulder. He would win back his
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| − | Time as a cycle of night and day is meaningless in the caverns of
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| − | eternal darkness. Civilizations such as the dwarves dare to dip their
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| − | toes into the land of perpetual night. The dwarven mine shafts break
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| − | through the rocky ceiling and shatter the only barrier between the
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| − | underworld and a place where it makes sense not to be afraid at all
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| − | Trotting as fast as his short legs could carry him, Fidon followed the
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| − | tracks of the jabberer. The prehistoric monster was a throwback to a
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| − | time when the underworld was full of horrors. The dwarves like to
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| − | think they had tamed the world below, but the truth was there was no
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| − | end to the terrors of the dark. How many more there were did not
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| − | matter to Fidon. His business was with the jabberer before him.
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| − | “Squawk your last,” shouted Fidon, stepping out from behind a giant
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| − | <pre>@@%@@,.,.,..,?O?</pre>
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| − | The jabberer was taken completely by surprise. A bolt from Fidon's
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| − | bow passed through its ribcage and lodged in its lung. The beast
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| − | flared its feathers in a grotesque display. It no longer viewed Fidon
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| − | as its prey, but instead as another male invading its territory and
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| − | challenging its right to mate with other giant underground birds. Its
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| − | confusion was enough to give Fidon the upper hand. He dropped the
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| − | "I'm coming, boys!" shouted Fidon.
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| − | The dwarf hero used his battle axe to tear open the dead monster's
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| − | belly. Out fell three of Fidon's companions that the creature had
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| − | swallowed whole. They were very grateful to be alive. Now, instead
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| − | of being the monster's dinner, the dwarves dined on jabberer that
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| − | night. One of the craftier dwarves fashioned Fidon a headdress out of
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| − | "Master," said Atrak, "when will we return the dwarf fortress?"
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| − | "That monster came from the Underworld," said Fidon. "We must find
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| − | the portal to the world of eternal night and close it forever."
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| | them both in a cloud of steam. | | them both in a cloud of steam. |
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| − | ===(27 March 2014)===
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| − | <pre>?OOO?..,,.,.@|+++++@@@@</pre>
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| − | Outside the dwarf fortress, life was cheap. Petty warlords squabbled
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| − | over acres of dirt where peasants slaved away with no promise for the
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| − | future. Once in a great while the dwarves would sally forth to bring
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| − | order to the chaos. It was times like these when heroism was called
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| − | for. Those that answered the call were mightier than the rest.
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| − | "Where do you hail from, hero dwarf?" asked the dwarven king.
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| − | "I have come far," said Ulrich, "from deep under the mountain."
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| − | "Danger comes from above," said the king. "How long has in been since
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| − | "I do not recall," said Ulrich. "But I can tell you, there is no ball
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| − | of light that can stand between me and glory."
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| − | Latter that day, the gates opened, flooding the entrance of the
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| − | fortress with light. If it had any effect on Ulrich, he did not show
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| − | it. He had been tasked with killing a family of ogres that had moved
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| | come to an end." | | come to an end." |
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| − | ==[[User:CharlesPeter|CharlesPeter]]==
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| − | ===(6 January 2011)===
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| − | <pre>UU,.~U~,.\b,.</pre>
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| − | The adventurers made their way into the hive. Long had the bee women
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| − | tormented the people of Bodarga. Bram would put an end to this
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| − | nonsense. The adventurers entered the huge structure through a large
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| − | hexagonal door. The tunnel turned and twisted at strange angles.
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| − | Everywhere was the ever-present buzzing of the enemy. Suddenly a bee
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| − | woman appeared, wielding a stinger spear. Bram let out a warrior cry
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| − | and charged at her, brandishing a sword. Suddenly his feet sank into
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| − | the floor. A honey trap!
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| | Taking to his great black stallion, Dron took up his weapon and | | Taking to his great black stallion, Dron took up his weapon and |
| | charged across the field to meet the dwarves in combat. | | charged across the field to meet the dwarves in combat. |
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| − | ==[[User:Chobeat|Chobeat]]==
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| − | ===(25 December 2011)===
| |
| − | Context: I've asked for a story about the ring i gave to my girlfriend. This ring was designed with the help of DF's community and had engraved symbols narrating our story, in a dwarven style.
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| − |
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| − | <pre>c,..,,.U=U....,.,,.R</pre>
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| − | The great warrior looked over what the dwarves had constructed. It
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| − | was modest, sure, but without a doubt a home built for a true hero.
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| − | The foundation was as sturdy as the root of a mountain. Its walls and
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| − | roof shed all elements like shields in the heat of battle. The man
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| − | smiled and looked down at the ring in his palm. It was inscribed with
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| − | runes dedicated to this very day.
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| − | "Chobeat," said the girl, "can I open my eyes yet?"
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| − |
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| − | Slowly, Chobeat stepped to his woman and took her hand. He slid the
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| − | ring on her finger and kissed her hand. She opened her eyes and
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| − | blushed, startled by the beauty of the ring.
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| − | "It is beautiful," she said.
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| − |
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| − | Sadly, she wasn't the only one to see the sparkly thing. High above,
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| − | Ethbesh the roc circled. Since the dawn of time, the evil bird had
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| − | haunted the valley below from her nest high in the mountain. Hate and
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| − | jealously drove the monster to new acts of cruelty.
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| − |
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| − | Just as Chobeat was about to carry his woman across the threshold of
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| − | his new dwarven house, a shadow fell upon him. With one mighty rush
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| − | of talon and wing, his wife was gone. Chobeat cried out and drew his
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| − | sword. It was too late.
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| − |
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| − | Then he saw something glowing on the ground. The ring! He picked it
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| − | up and looked at the strange pictograms. It had dwarf magic. Maybe
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| − | he could yet find her. He slid the ring onto his little finger.
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| − | Suddenly he heard voices all around him.
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| − |
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| − | "You can hear me," said a voice from behind.
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| − | Chobeat turned around to see a smiling cat.
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| − |
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| − | "I can help you get her back," said the creature. "My name is Tao."
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| − |
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| − | ==[[User:ckwolek|ckwolek]]==
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| − | ===(26 December 2011)===
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| − | <pre>@@@+++=\g+@+</pre>
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| − | Tsmuaka lifted his head from over the anvil and ran a hand over his
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| − | bald green head. He looked back at the dwarf woman standing behind
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| − | him, then cast his gaze around at the many dwarf miners trying to
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| − | ignore him. They all want her, thought Tsmuaka, but I will be dog
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| − | meat before they lay a stubby finger on her.
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| − | The goblin had been a weapon-smith in the dwarf fortress longer than
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| − | anyone could remember. The dwarves tolerated his grumpy, vindictive
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| − | ways because he created the finest swords in Allsphere. But when he
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| − | married Oril, things changed.
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| − |
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| − | The king had to pardon Tsmuaka for two murders within the first year.
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| − | Why would a dwarf dare tangle with the woman of the hardest goblin
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| − | alive? You just had to lay eyes on Oril. Her beauty had blinded man,
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| − | elf, and animal person. It was so bad that the dwarves looked on
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| − | Tsmuaka with fear and pity.
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| − |
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| − | "They say Oril with be at the dance tonight," said Aliz
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| − | "What about Tsmuaka?" asked Sudir.
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| − |
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| − | "Forget that old goblin," said Aliz.
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| − | ==[[User:clank201|clank201]]==
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| − | ===(31 August 2014)===
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| − | <pre>++~~~~~~!.U,.U</pre>
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| − |
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| − | The volcanic island of Euecana was home to the last dwarven expedition
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| − | from the mountain homes. Giant beasts and goblin armies had destroyed
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| − | everything else. Still, the dwarves of Euecana depended on shipments
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| − | of fruit from the mainland. The chaos seemed to subside in the outside
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| − | world, and fleets of traders arrived every spring and autumn. That
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| − | was until the bad times. Until now.
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| − | "Sea monster!" shouted a dwarf from the look-out tower.
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| − | The dwarves in the sea-side fortress watched in horror as the
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| − | tentacles rose up from the water and grappled the wooden trading
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| − | vessel. It was only a matter of minutes before it was broken up and
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| − | dragged underwater. It was a horror that was repeated time and time
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| − | again until no one dared sail toward Euecana again.
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| − | "What do you have there?" asked Balis.
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| − | "It's a message in a bottle," said Alcor. "It bears the seal of the
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| − | dwarven king of Euecana."
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| − |
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| − | "That cursed place?" said Balis. "Throw it back in the water."
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| − |
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| − | "The dwarves promise the hero his weight in gold if he can slay the
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| − | monster," said Alcor.
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| − | "You are too skinny to make the venture worth it," said Balis.
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| − |
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| − | "I will slay the monster," said Alcor. "You will see! And I will be
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| − | worshiped as a hero!"
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| − |
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| − | ==[[User:crash2455|crash2455]]==
| |
| − | ===(22 June 2009)===
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| − | <pre>"@++@>>>+++@gggggggggggg"</pre>
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| − |
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| − | Torin felt the prick of blade in his spine. It was his curse to guard
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| − | the gate to the lower reaches. He had been chosen because of his
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| − | great size. The dwarf's expansive belly was enough to block the
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| − | portal by itself. You were wrong, thought Torin. Someone braver must
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| − | protect us, not a fat waste of flesh like me. Sharp claws reached out
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| − | from the gate and pulled the heavy dwarf back inside. With a whimper,
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| − | Torin disappeared into the darkness.
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| − | "Where is that ogre of a dwarf?" asked Malak the guards-dwarf.
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| − | "Captain, Torin's late again!"
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| − |
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| − | The captain set his shiny metal cap forward on his head as he
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| − | descended the stairs. Another day begins in the fortress, and with
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| − | it, another failure in discipline. The captain brought his rod down
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| − | onto the table where Malak had been munching on a chicken leg. "See
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| − | to it, dwarf!" shouted the captain. "Are you a member of the castle
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| − | guard, or aren't you?"
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| − |
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| − | Malak descended the stairs to the dungeon, axe in hand. It wasn't
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| − | like Torin to miss a meal. Below, in the darkness, were a dozen
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| − | shining red eyes. Goblins! The guard knocked a flying blade out of
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| − | the air with the hilt of his weapon. He reached for his whistle, but
| |
| − | before he could put it to his lips, they were on him, clawing, biting,
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| − | evil!
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| − |
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| − | ==[[User:CVanEseltine|CVanEseltine]]==
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| − | ===(25 April 2012)===
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| − |
| |
| − | <pre><<<<TT+~~@\U~+++>>>></pre>
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| − |
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| − | Lightning bolts struck all around the black pyramid. Atop stood dread
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| − | queen Cirne, preparing for another dwarf sacrifice. The trolls
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| − | shrugged as the captive dwarf struggled. Dragged kicking and
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| − | screaming toward the sacrificial slab, he could see the entrails where
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| − | Cirne had been trying to divine the secrets of life and death. Seeing
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| − | his only chance, the dwarf made a desperate gamble.
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| − |
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| − | "I know where you can find the secrets you seek," said the dwarf.
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| − |
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| − | Cirne snarled, baring four long canine teeth.
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| − |
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| − | "What is your name, wise ass?" growled the queen.
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| − |
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| − | "I am Kastol," said the dwarf. "Blacksmith, fourth class."
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| − |
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| − | "Then by all means lead on, Blacksmith Kastol," said the queen. "For
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| − | you will be richly rewarded."
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| − |
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| − | Dwarf fortress Snowsmear was little more than a tower library in the
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| − | icy wastes. Other than the occasional blizzard man attack, nothing
| |
| − | ever happened there. It was just a place to store books. But these
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| − | were dangerous books, not to be opened except by those willing to risk
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| − | their very souls.
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| − |
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| − | It was there that old Aliz worked with his novice Ibruk. Aliz had
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| − | just dozed off when he heard someone stomping down the stairs. He
| |
| − | awoke to see Ibruk standing there, snow all over his boots. Aliz made
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| − | ready to scold him when the young dwarf spoke.
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| − |
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| − | "An army of trolls is coming," he said. "They bear the standard of
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| − | Cirne the Evil."
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| − |
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| − | ==[[User:Dagny|Dagny]]==
| |
| − | ===(17 September 2010)===
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| − |
| |
| − | <pre>gggggggggg,.,.~~~~~~&~~~~~</pre>
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| − |
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| − | Fires burned in the heart of the mountain as the demon god Yaknor
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| − | called for the death of the entire dwarf race. Legions of goblins
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| − | poured up through the cracks of the earth. It was bad news for the
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| − | dwarves on guard duty that night, destroyed by a thunder of a hundred
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| − | creatures of the night. Those remaining fought with passion. Sword
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| − | and axe clashed again and again as the forces of good and evil danced
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| − | Death's dance. True heroism would be awoken that day, a shaft of
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| − | light into the heart of darkness.
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| − |
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| − | ==[[User:Darksaiyan|Darkie]]==
| |
| − | ===(14 September 2008)===
| |
| − | <pre>,.,.O@T,...</pre>
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| − |
| |
| − | Surrounded by a troll on one side and an ogre on the other, dwarf
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| − | master Alrin knew these could be the last seconds of his life. As he
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| − | gripped the handle of his axe he recalled the teachings of Azrom, god
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| − | of war. Matters of great importance should be given the slightest
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| − | thought. It was only the minor matters that must be given the most
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| − | delicate care. So, without conscious thought, Alrin slammed his axe
| |
| − | handle into the ogre's toe. Swiftly, the dwarf ran between the
| |
| − | monster's legs and delivered a swift kick to its backside. As the
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| − | ogre toppled over, the hairy troll launched over the fallen monster
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| − | and leaped toward Alrin. As time slowed in an adrenalin rush, Alrin
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| − | readied his axe.
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| | ==[[User:Davion|Davion]]== | | ==[[User:Davion|Davion]]== |
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| | "Quest?" asked Faltrix. | | "Quest?" asked Faltrix. |
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| − | ==[[User:DaWarMage|DaWarMage]]== | + | ==[[User:Dutchling|Dutchling]]== |
| − | ===(8 February 2009)=== | + | ===(3 March 2011)=== |
| − | <pre>@@@@||~3--~~U~gUGUUG~~~</pre> | + | <pre>||@@@@+@+++<||@||####/##/###/#####</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | Dwarves howled as the gladiators fought and bled. They were men and
| + | Lightning bolts rained down from the sky as the storm god Domin |
| − | goblins, imprisoned since the great siege. Now, with the promise of
| + | released his fury upon the world. Hardest it fell on the dwarf |
| − | freedom, they fought. Hanson knew the goblins could not be trusted,
| + | fortress, but no meteor, no matter how powerful, could keep the little |
| − | but he had included them in an escape plan with his fellow humans out
| + | ones down. King Ibruk stood upon the wall of the dwarven castle, |
| − | of necessity. The dwarves had been foolish to wait so long to condemn
| + | drunk, daring the sky god to strike him down. The other dwarves |
| − | them. It had allowed them to organize.
| + | cowered behind the battlements, none brave enough to pull the king |
| | + | down. |
| | | | |
| − | Once out onto the sand, the gladiators fell in behind Hanson. The
| + | "Lord Ibruk," shouted a voice from lower in the courtyard, "throw not |
| − | dwarves grew quiet. The Baron stepped to edge of his platform. "What
| + | your life away." |
| − | is the meaning of this?" cried the dwarven noble. Hanson took his
| |
| − | trident up and ran toward the platform, hurling the weapon with all
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| − | his might.
| |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Dinjoralo|Dinjoralo]]== | + | ==[[User:Ergot|Ergot]]== |
| − | ===(16 February 2014)=== | + | ===(14 June 2007)=== |
| − | <pre>.,.,|UU++U|>??</pre> | + | <pre>""w"w@%"w"w</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | It was rumored that the city of Assura was built on top of an ancient
| + | 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. |
| − | dwarf fortress. The barbarians that lived there were not interested
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| − | in the marvels beneath their feet. The treasures had been looted long
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| − | ago. All that was left were walls covered with strange pictures and
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| − | carved runes. The only people interested in that kind of thing were
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| − | Dulchari wizards, and King Banatar had outlawed wizardry years ago.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Tell me again," said young Thirby. "How do wizards work magic?" | + | "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. |
| | | | |
| − | "It is all song and dance," said Banesa. "You must merely learn the
| + | 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." |
| − | steps, the lyrics, and the tune."
| |
| | | | |
| − | As the pair passed under the city archway they felt the cold stares of
| + | ==[[User:Furiousfish|Furiousfish]]== |
| − | the Akkarites. King Banatar had built an empire on superstition and | + | ===(14 July 2007)=== |
| − | the hatred of all things magical. It seemed unfair to Thirby that the | + | <pre>++@g####</pre> |
| − | Akkarite capital of Assura was built on top of the greatest reservoir
| + | "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. |
| − | of magical knowledge ever collected.
| |
| | | | |
| − | A strange woman in an orange robe nodded to Banesa and a group of
| + | ===(27 February 2008)=== |
| − | priests appeared and hustled her and Thirby off the street. They
| + | <pre>","".g%@.",""."..</pre> |
| − | moved from alley to alley, avoiding the patrols of Akkarite knights.
| + | 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. |
| − | All of this did little to ease Thirby's mind. He didn't trust the
| |
| − | priests of Cenaster any more than Banatar's knights, but he had total
| |
| − | faith in his master.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Fear not," said Banesa. "The secrets of the dwarves will soon be ours."
| + | ==[[User:Fuzzy|Fuzzy]]== |
| | + | ===(31 October 2008)=== |
| | + | <pre>.,G,@,,.</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | The temple of Cenaster was built across the street from a neglected | + | The dwarves buried Administrator Zarhan face down, so that when evil |
| − | graveyard. Thirby couldn't help from feeling his doubts return. The
| + | spirits animated his soulless corpse, as surely they would, he would |
| − | priestess performed the secret knock and the wizards were allowed
| + | dig straight down into the Underworld and away from the land of the |
| − | inside. Waiting for them was the high priest.
| + | living. For a season after, the fortress was beset by a horrible |
| | + | howling that filled the corridors. The dwarves of the fortress were |
| | + | driven to near madness. Eventually the sounds faded. |
| | | | |
| − | "Not since the Great Disaster have the signs be so apparent," said the
| + | It was not long after that a young engraver found a floor hatch, which |
| − | old man. "The old gods shall return and set the world on the right
| + | had not been there the previous night. He opened the hatch and put |
| − | course at last."
| + | his head through. Phantom arms grabbed him and pulled him inside. |
| | | | |
| − | "To cast the Spell of Summoning," said Banesa, "one must read from the | + | "You fools didn't think I'd forget up from down did you?" hissed the ghost of Zarhan. |
| − | dwarven tablet. I alone can do this."
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Name your price," said the priest.
| + | ==[[User:FFLaguna|FFLaguna]]== |
| | + | ===(5 May 2008)=== |
| | | | |
| − | "You must take us to the library," said Banesa.
| + | <pre>===UHH,...===UHH,........[===].//+//````</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Dudecon|Dudecon]]==
| + | Merchant Prince Gramlin snorted while batting away acorn flies with |
| − | ===(11 April 2011)===
| + | his monkey hair swatter. 'Realm of Artifice,' ha! 'Dirt Fortress,' |
| − | <pre>+&=+++@++</pre>
| + | he named it. These pathetic dwarves scratched a hole in the earth and |
| | + | produced nothing but rock toys to offer the human caravans. The |
| | + | journey was long and the profits few. At last the trees cleared |
| | + | revealing a low hill with a single door, the trade platform lying |
| | + | before it. Gramlin looked around him. Not a dwarf was to be seen. |
| | + | They were probably sleeping off a night of unrestrained debauchery. |
| | + | He ordered his men to lay the goods onto the platform. |
| | | | |
| − | Long after the battle was over, and the scavengers had done their
| + | A sudden pain rocked the merchant. He looked down at his great gut |
| − | work, Biban remained. The drunken dwarf could not understand total
| + | and saw a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest. As he sank to the |
| − | victory. The banner of the mountain homes flew from every castle in
| + | earth, he cursed. The dwarves had gone feral, maddened by their |
| − | the land. What was left to conquer? Biban picked up a rock and | + | pathetic conditions. The caravan was routed and fled into the woods, |
| − | hurled it against the bare skull of a goblin, shattering it. The
| + | leaving their precious cargo on the platform. The last thing Gramlin |
| − | tears came again. The dwarf took another swig to drive away the
| + | saw was the face of a mad dwarf, foaming at the mouth and snarling |
| − | blues.
| + | before it took his scalp. |
| | | | |
| − | All Biban had ever known was the art of combat. All his brothers had
| + | ==[[User:Darksaiyan|Darkie]]== |
| − | become blacksmiths and his father had become greatly disappointed when
| + | ===(14 September 2008)=== |
| − | Biban pledged his oath to the king. He remembered his first battle.
| + | <pre>,.,.O@T,...</pre> |
| − | It was the defense of Blackthorn Fortress. He had shot down many
| |
| − | goblins from the castle walls. Victory after victory followed and
| |
| − | Biban was given command of the Royal Expeditionary Force.
| |
| | | | |
| − | Biban’s army rolled over field and town, burning all in its path.
| + | Surrounded by a troll on one side and an ogre on the other, dwarf |
| − | None of the great kingdoms put up much resistance. It was the goblins
| + | master Alrin knew these could be the last seconds of his life. As he |
| − | that fought back the hardest. Biban could not understand what force | + | gripped the handle of his axe he recalled the teachings of Azrom, god |
| − | had moved the cowardly murderers. After a series of bloody battles,
| + | of war. Matters of great importance should be given the slightest |
| − | Biban pushed the goblins back to their hole. The entire goblin army
| + | thought. It was only the minor matters that must be given the most |
| − | had been waiting for him outside.
| + | delicate care. So, without conscious thought, Alrin slammed his axe |
| | + | handle into the ogre's toe. Swiftly, the dwarf ran between the |
| | + | monster's legs and delivered a swift kick to its backside. As the |
| | + | ogre toppled over, the hairy troll launched over the fallen monster |
| | + | and leaped toward Alrin. As time slowed in an adrenalin rush, Alrin |
| | + | readied his axe. |
| | | | |
| − | The dwarf general now looked over the field of rotting bones. Someone
| |
| − | was there, a man wearing a strange white tunic. Biban tried to stand
| |
| − | but found he could not. He looked down to see a goblin spear struck
| |
| − | through his gut. The man drew closer. Biban reached for his sword,
| |
| − | but found its scabbard empty. Angered, he picked up a rock.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Put down your stone,” said the man. “I am but a messenger.”
| + | ==[[User:Draigh|Draigh]]== |
| | + | ===(13 Augustus 2008)=== |
| | + | <pre>.@@|,-.-.kk,k,.k,.</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | “Where is my army?” cried Biban. “How long have I been here?”
| + | Malgar, warrior dwarf woman, fought on against the onslaught of |
| | + | kobolds, her newborn baby still strapped to her back. She lifted her |
| | + | shield to block another volley of poison darts. She had been hunting, |
| | + | far from the entrance of the fortress, when she stumbled upon the |
| | + | skulking trash, no doubt planning a cowardly raid on the fortress |
| | + | vault. She had to warn the others. With one hand she held the bugle |
| | + | to her lips, while with the other she parried another deadly strike. |
| | | | |
| − | “Face facts,” said the man in a bored tone. “You are dead, struck
| + | ==[[User:AbuDhabi|AbuDhabi]]== |
| − | down on the field of battle.”
| + | ===(5 February 2009)=== |
| | + | <pre>CCCCCCC,.,.,.|||@+@+></pre> |
| | | | |
| − | “If I am dead,” shouted Biban, “where is the Eternal Forge?”
| + | Fires burned at the edge of the vast grassland, holding back the |
| | + | darkness before the dwarf fortress. All night baleful howls could be |
| | + | heard on the plain, undead cows brought back to life by the evil |
| | + | wizard Maxelman. He had allowed the dwarves to live in his domain of |
| | + | evil, if they but bestowed on him one artifact a year. Nothing, |
| | + | however, could measure the greed of a dwarf. Nothing, that is, save |
| | + | his thirst for strong whiskey. |
| | | | |
| − | “Oh, you will be judged,” said the man. “If we can find a goblin
| + | A dwarf stood atop the battlement, laughing drunkenly. "Get down |
| − | brave enough to drag you to the Underworld. You have killed too many
| + | Twan," whispered his fellow guardsman. "The night-wings will snatch |
| − | of them, you see.”
| + | you off the wall!" Twan threw his stein off the wall in defiance. |
| | + | Such was his vanity that he thought that they only need live through |
| | + | the night. Little did he know, the dawn would never come. |
| | | | |
| − | “What is your name, demon?” asked Biban.
| + | ===(24 February 2009)=== |
| | + | <pre>DgDgg%@@%@~~++++++>>>>^+^+^+^+^%%%%%@</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | “I am a servant of Osmnog,” said the spirit, “and my master would ask
| + | Twan held his helmet over his eyes and screamed. Fireballs smashed |
| − | you to join him, before you are cast down forever into the magma.”
| + | into the walls, shot from the gullets of a dozen dragons circling in |
| | + | the smoke-choked sky. Marksdwarves dove from the walls and smashed |
| | + | into the courtyard below. "Stand and fight!" shouted Captain Krandle. |
| | + | "Fear no devil!" Twan reached the courtyard just as the gate broken |
| | + | open wide. Pike-wielding goblins poured through the opening. Captain |
| | + | Krandle threw his great braided beard over his shoulder and called |
| | + | forth his squad of elite axe-lords, The Chosen. |
| | | | |
| − | The goblin fortress stood above them. Biban looked up to see the
| + | Pike and axe clashed again and again as Twan crawled between the legs |
| − | goblins patrolling its walls. The last battle had not been a victory. Anger filled the dwarf’s heart at the conquest denied him. A low growl filled Biban’s chest, building into a booming howl. The spirit
| + | of the combatants. A head dropped onto the ground before him. It was |
| − | reached out its hand, and Biban took it.
| + | the head of Captain Krandle. Twan pressed on. He would not be |
| | + | paralyzed with fear. It seemed that the power of Maxelman knew no |
| | + | bounds, but not even he could breach the inner mines. Dodging the |
| | + | deadly weapons, and slithering over the bodies, Twan made his way the |
| | + | center of the fortress. |
| | | | |
| − | Together, they walked through the gates of the evil citadel. The
| + | A dark tunnel lay beyond the entrance to the keep. Twan danced down |
| − | goblin guards quailed and quivered as Biban walked by, afraid of him
| + | the corridor in the intricate steps that avoided the complex mass of |
| − | in death as they were of him in life. They passed horror after horror
| + | triggers and tripwires that guarded the entrance. Inside were the |
| − | until they reached the inner sanctum. There, behind a dark, wood
| + | mines, stocked with enough dwarven wine to keep them in the cups for |
| − | writing desk, was Osmnog.
| + | ten years. Twan reflected for a moment on those above who had died. |
| | + | It wasn't important. He was alive, and would remain so, so long as he |
| | + | avoided the king and any quests he might have in store. |
| | | | |
| − | The demon king was unremarkable, save for having but one eye in the
| + | ===(13 May 2009)=== |
| − | center of his forehead. A great window looked out of the high tower
| + | <pre>%@/%+++@+@@@</pre> |
| − | over the bleak land of goblin country. Biban had once longed to stand
| |
| − | here, but as vanquisher, not prisoner. Osmnog smiled, revealing a
| |
| − | mouth full of pointed teeth.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “You come here freely to hear my offer,” said the demon king. “Hear
| + | "That blasted wizard Maxelman," came a booming voice. "He shall not |
| − | it now! I offer you the world, license to conquer, maim and kill.
| + | have my artifact staff!" |
| − | More than that, I offer you revenge.”
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Revenge?” asked Biban.
| + | Curses, thought Twan from his hiding in the cellar, the king! The |
| | + | dwarf lord paced back and forth, followed by a pleading train of |
| | + | aristocrats, tears of rage streaming from his eyes. The staff, the |
| | + | cause of all the suffering the dwarves now endured, was only ten short |
| | + | steps away. In near berserker rage, the king threw the staff down, |
| | + | startling the nobles. Twan saw his chance. He shot between the |
| | + | nobles and snatched up the artifact. |
| | | | |
| − | “You think you were given the task of conquering the wastes for your
| + | "Scoundrel," roared the king, "unhand the magic staff!" |
| − | own glory?” said Osmnog. “They wanted to be rid of you! They feared
| |
| − | what you would become.”
| |
| | | | |
| − | Osmnog put his arm around the dwarf’s shoulder. “You can still become
| + | Twan leapt onto a keg, holding the staff high. |
| − | that thing. The thing that they fear.”
| |
| | | | |
| − | ===(21 January 2016)===
| + | "Maxelman will burn this fortress to the ground to gain this staff," |
| − | <pre>ggggggggggM@.,.,|@++</pre>
| + | said the rude dwarf. "I will have this power for myself!" |
| − | The tiny bird landed on the dwarf king's shoulder and whispered in his ear. The king's reaction was one of great joy considering that his expeditionary force had been completely wiped out. Biban had been struck down, the royal spies had seen it. The king called for his diplomat, he would sue for peace with the goblins immediately. Osmnog seemed like a reasonable leader, as goblins go. With Biban gone there would be nothing to challenge the king's authority.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “I'm afraid that's impossible, your highness,” said the diplomat. “Osmnog's army is marching on the fortress as we speak. I'd say we have three days before he lays siege to the castle.”
| + | The king growled, plucking the gold rings from his fingers. He hurled |
| | + | them at Twan, one striking the dwarf in the teeth. "Seize him!" |
| | + | shouted the besieged ruler. Twan jumped from barrel to barrel as the |
| | + | purple clad nobles chased him. As he ran from the cellar he heard |
| | + | king's cry, "Guards, guards!" |
| | | | |
| − | “This makes no sense,” said the king. “With Biban dead, the stain on Osmnog's honor has been erased.”
| + | In the enemy camp, the vile wizard Maxelman puzzled over his battle |
| | + | plans. A dwarf fortress is always a hard nut to crack. One of his |
| | + | generals, a skeletal shade from the netherworld, summoned him from his |
| | + | tent. The wizard straightened his aching back, brushed his long black |
| | + | beard, and stepped to the door. There, standing between two fierce |
| | + | goblin guards, was Twan, holding the king's staff. |
| | | | |
| − | “It is Biban that leads the goblin vanguard,” said the diplomat.
| + | ===(29 Aug 2009)=== |
| | + | <pre>+U+G-@+GG+</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | Riding high on the back of a giant mammoth, Biban raised his axe and ordered the goblins to charge. The dwarves were caught completely by surprise. The goblins swept the field and drove the dwarves back to the walls of the fortress. The king appeared in the window of the high tower.
| + | "You bring me the staff," said the evil sorcerer, "as a traitor to your people?" |
| | | | |
| − | “Biban,” cried the king, “I will have you hammered to death for this!”
| + | The dwarven rogue took a step back and leveled the staff at his arch-nemesis. |
| | | | |
| − | ===(24 July 2018)===
| + | "You will have the staff," said Twan. "Have it through your black |
| − | <pre>###b##|+++@+|</pre>
| + | shriveled heart!" |
| − | Word spread quickly that the king was dead. In the place of another king, the dwarves elected an emperor from their ranks. It would be Biban that ruled the world. When Osmnog learned that his puppet was now the ruler of the dwarves he giggled uncontrollably. It was more than he could have wished for. He had a messenger bird take a note of congratulations to the new king of the dwarves.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “What is it?” asked Biban as he heard the knock on his chamber door.
| + | The dwarf pressed a secret button and a blade emerged from the end of |
| | + | the staff. The wizard called on his generals. The skeletal ghoul |
| | + | drew his saber and charged. Twan spun with expert skill and took out |
| | + | the phantom's knees, such was the power that the staff bestowed. Two |
| | + | more undead warlords entered the tent. Twan thrust the staff at |
| | + | Maxelman but a undead general threw himself in front of the blade, |
| | + | impaling himself and collapsed into dust. |
| | | | |
| − | A letter was slipped under the door. It bore the seal of the king of the goblins. When Biban read it, he despaired. There was no escape from the situation. The kingship was a horrible, tedious position to hold. There were assassins hiding among the loathsome strivers that followed him around constantly. Most of the time he locked himself in his office and shuffled paperwork, bills that his stamp would turn into law.
| + | The legless fiend below snatched Twan's ankles and pulled Twan to the |
| | + | floor. The staff spilled onto the ground. The dwarf felt his courage |
| | + | suddenly fading. The wizard snatched up the artifact and cried out |
| | + | with joy. The long campaign was finally at an end. The skeleton put |
| | + | its bony arm around Twan's neck and pulled him upright. The wizard |
| | + | noticed the dwarf and walked toward him, pointing the staff. |
| | | | |
| − | “You will now wage war against the Kingdom of Man,” wrote Osmnog, “Or I will put you back in the ditch where I found you.”
| + | "Nice try, dwarf," said Maxelman. "Now feel the true power of the |
| | + | artifact staff!" |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Draeath|draeath]]==
| + | Twan caught the thrust between his palms. As the wizard snarled, Twan |
| − | ===(18 June 2014)===
| + | took the staff in one hand and with several quick motions, activated |
| − | <pre>++UcU++++@|</pre>
| + | the secret switches along its length. The dwarf released the staff as |
| | + | saw blades swept out of the shaft and sliced off the wizard's hands. |
| | + | Twan jammed his helmet into the skull of the phantom general and |
| | + | smashed all the bones in its face. |
| | | | |
| − | You and I have lived through the hard times. Back then the world was
| + | The dwarf picked up the blood covered staff and chased the wizard from |
| − | in chaos and no one really expected to live very long. It was then
| + | the tent. Dozens of goblins blocked his way, but he dispatched them |
| − | that the dwarves of Dulchari drove the forces of darkness back
| + | with mighty slashes of his weapon. Just as he came within a spear's |
| − | underground and sealed them away with stakes of adamantine. None of
| + | throw of his enemy, a huge dust cloud blocked his way. Wind blew down |
| − | the young men and women who rule the city states of the Slusian Plains
| + | as a giant dragon landed before the dwarf. At last, thought Twan, a |
| − | remember how great the threat was to the human race. It is only old
| + | worthy opponent. |
| − | dwarves like you and I that can recall the black days before the
| |
| − | council delivered us from evil.
| |
| | | | |
| − | Then, as now, the dwarf fortress of Etwersbrot was the most impressive
| + | ==[[User:DaWarMage|DaWarMage]]== |
| − | building still standing. The spires and domes of the fortress city
| + | ===(8 February 2009)=== |
| − | could be seen from leagues away. The chambers and halls extended deep
| + | <pre>@@@@||~3--~~U~gUGUUG~~~</pre> |
| − | into the mountain from which the fortress was carved. Greatest of
| |
| − | this halls was the the council chamber. Here sat the dwarven wizards
| |
| − | of the Dulchari Council.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Great Magoveer," said the dwarven page. "The emissaries from the
| + | Dwarves howled as the gladiators fought and bled. They were men and |
| − | barbarian provinces have arrived."
| + | goblins, imprisoned since the great siege. Now, with the promise of |
| | + | freedom, they fought. Hanson knew the goblins could not be trusted, |
| | + | but he had included them in an escape plan with his fellow humans out |
| | + | of necessity. The dwarves had been foolish to wait so long to condemn |
| | + | them. It had allowed them to organize. |
| | | | |
| − | "Show them inside," said Magoveer. | + | Once out onto the sand, the gladiators fell in behind Hanson. The |
| | + | dwarves grew quiet. The Baron stepped to edge of his platform. "What |
| | + | is the meaning of this?" cried the dwarven noble. Hanson took his |
| | + | trident up and ran toward the platform, hurling the weapon with all |
| | + | his might. |
| | | | |
| − | The fighters from Kivik were still in awe of all the dwarves had
| + | ==[[User:crash2455|crash2455]]== |
| − | created. As they entered the council chamber their jaws hung open in
| + | ===(22 June 2009)=== |
| − | disbelief. Just one of the golden statues lining the entryway would
| + | <pre>"@++@>>>+++@gggggggggggg"</pre> |
| − | have paid a king's randoms in Slusia. The thrones the council dwarves
| |
| − | sat upon were also made of gold, and they towered over the poor,
| |
| − | frightened diplomats.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Why have you come here?" asked Magoveer, brushing aside his long
| + | Torin felt the prick of blade in his spine. It was his curse to guard |
| − | dwarven mustache.
| + | the gate to the lower reaches. He had been chosen because of his |
| | + | great size. The dwarf's expansive belly was enough to block the |
| | + | portal by itself. You were wrong, thought Torin. Someone braver must |
| | + | protect us, not a fat waste of flesh like me. Sharp claws reached out |
| | + | from the gate and pulled the heavy dwarf back inside. With a whimper, |
| | + | Torin disappeared into the darkness. |
| | | | |
| − | "There is a great evil in the marshland of Kivik," shouted a brave | + | "Where is that ogre of a dwarf?" asked Malak the guards-dwarf. |
| − | woman of the plains. "It is not of this world. Many think it is a
| + | "Captain, Torin's late again!" |
| − | remnant of the Time Before."
| |
| | | | |
| − | "You have proof of this wild claim?" | + | The captain set his shiny metal cap forward on his head as he |
| | + | descended the stairs. Another day begins in the fortress, and with |
| | + | it, another failure in discipline. The captain brought his rod down |
| | + | onto the table where Malak had been munching on a chicken leg. "See |
| | + | to it, dwarf!" shouted the captain. "Are you a member of the castle |
| | + | guard, or aren't you?" |
| | | | |
| − | The bearers brought forth what looked like a great birdcage covered
| + | Malak descended the stairs to the dungeon, axe in hand. It wasn't |
| − | with a brightly colored tarp. The dwarves of the council leaned
| + | like Torin to miss a meal. Below, in the darkness, were a dozen |
| − | forward on their thrones with interest. With a dramatic flare, the
| + | shining red eyes. Goblins! The guard knocked a flying blade out of |
| − | woman took hold of the tarp and pulled it away. Inside the cage was a
| + | the air with the hilt of his weapon. He reached for his whistle, but |
| − | large swamp rodent, a capybara.
| + | before he could put it to his lips, they were on him, clawing, biting, |
| | + | evil! |
| | | | |
| − | "Behold," said the woman. "Here lies Lord Bulra of Kivik!"
| + | ==Angry Licker== |
| | + | ===(15th January, 2010)=== |
| | + | <pre>@@@@@@+++@/++@@@@@@@@@</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Dracil|Dracil]]==
| + | The mad dwarf spun this way and that to confront his pursuers. He |
| − | ===(24 April 2010)===
| + | held a knife, given to him by his father on his first day at the |
| − | <pre>ggggggg++U||+++#####</pre>
| + | carpentry shop. He could hear the sheriff shouting, the crowd closing |
| − | Arm outstretched, holding his brother over the great precipice, dark
| + | in. Tears rolled down his face. It felt good that it was over, but |
| − | thoughts occurred to Prince Talamane. They had battled the goblins
| + | all that was left was shame. Pike dwarves were filling into the room. |
| − | for many long months and had finally pushed them back to their final
| + | Soon they would subdue him, and bring him to the hammerer, to be |
| − | castle. It was when they fought their way across the great bridge, a
| + | forged anew. He didn't really believe that. He doubted any dwarf |
| − | chasm on each side descending into darkness, that his brother fell.
| + | did. When he went out, he wouldn't go out like a dwarf. He would die |
| | + | like an animal. A new fire glowed in his eyes. With a savage howl, |
| | + | the dwarf charged. |
| | | | |
| − | “Talamane, help me,” he said, his fingertips barely hanging on.
| + | ==Flying Olm== |
| | | | |
| − | The Prince clasped his brother by the arm but did not pull him up. As
| + | ===(30th January, 2010)=== |
| − | spears and arrows flew by them, the prince’s brother looked at him,
| + | <pre>TTT,.""".,@@@@@,"".TTTPETTT</pre> |
| − | questioning. Talamane let him go. He plunged into the black pit
| |
| − | without a sound.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Farewell, Talamar,” said the prince.
| + | The elf watched from above as the dwarves passed below. One by one, |
| | + | the saplings fell to the dwarven machetes. Let them come in a little |
| | + | further, he thought. The bush would close in behind them, sealing |
| | + | them in, away from their kins-dwarves. Then the forest would claim |
| | + | them, lost forever beneath the green of the treetops. The black |
| | + | panther woman drew back her teeth in a snarl. She turned her body on |
| | + | the high branch to address the elf. |
| | | | |
| − | Taking up his sword, Talamane turned and joined his soldiers as they
| + | "Master Elekain," it said, "we should kill them now and gnaw on their bones." |
| − | stormed the goblin keep. In his lust for slaughter, the prince seemed
| |
| − | to forget his crime, but the gods did not forget. Though he sought to
| |
| − | keep the treasure of the goblins for himself, he would get more than
| |
| − | he bargained for by far. He kicked open the door to the royal
| |
| − | chamber, but instead of a demon overlord, he found a dozen robed
| |
| − | goblins kneeling before him.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Master,” said the head goblin, “we have been awaiting you.”
| + | The elf felt the hunger in his teeth. His temples pulsed with rage. |
| | + | His eyes traced the dwarves' path back to the edge of the forest. A |
| | + | troop of warriors gathered there, bidding their country-dwarves |
| | + | farewell. Elekain drew his blade, a dagger of hardened wood, |
| | + | magically sharpened by the river pebbles of the Forest Spirit. He |
| | + | pricked his fingertip and let the blood fall. |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Draigh|Draigh]]==
| + | The dwarf slapped his neck with a gauntlet and pulled it back to see a |
| − | ===(13 Augustus 2008)===
| + | small smear of blood. He stepped out of line and scanned the |
| − | <pre>.@@|,-.-.kk,k,.k,.</pre>
| + | treetops, pointing his pike. Grimacing, he trotted to the front of |
| | + | the column. Captain Dumple didn't like to be bothered with useless |
| | + | reports, but he had a feeling about this. He stepped up behind the |
| | + | head dwarf. |
| | | | |
| − | Malgar, warrior dwarf woman, fought on against the onslaught of
| + | "Speak, Lt. Garndel." |
| − | kobolds, her newborn baby still strapped to her back. She lifted her
| |
| − | shield to block another volley of poison darts. She had been hunting,
| |
| − | far from the entrance of the fortress, when she stumbled upon the
| |
| − | skulking trash, no doubt planning a cowardly raid on the fortress
| |
| − | vault. She had to warn the others. With one hand she held the bugle
| |
| − | to her lips, while with the other she parried another deadly strike.
| |
| | | | |
| − | ==DreamThorn==
| + | Captain Dumple was twice as tall as the greatest dwarf warrior. It |
| − | ===(11 August 2011)===
| + | was rumored that he was sired by a man. His beard was dark and thick, |
| − | <pre>"aaaaaa,.,..,@|@@,.,.aaaaaaa"</pre>
| + | his eyes fierce and flashing. He had seen a dozen battles and had |
| | + | come out without a scratch. He was a harsh master but was respected |
| | + | for he brought victory. Garndel swallowed his fear. |
| | | | |
| − | "This is it," said Thash. "This is where it happened." | + | "Captain," said Garndel, "the elves are upon us." |
| | | | |
| − | The other dwarves looked around the cavern. They had followed an
| + | ==Alluvian_Est-Endrati== |
| − | ancient map through the bowels of the earth, crisscrossing through
| + | ===(19th December, 2010)=== |
| − | leagues of twisting tunnels. They had fought crundles, run from
| + | <pre>~~~~..pppp.,.,@,..,.,.</pre> |
| − | jabberers, and followed ridiculous advice from well-meaning gorlaks.
| |
| − | All for this. All to reach this point.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "That's it?" asked Aliz. "That sword sticking in the floor is all
| + | In the frozen wastes far to the south, the dwarves toiled to construct |
| − | that's holding back the tentacled ones?"
| + | a mighty fortress out of glacial ice. Beyond the frozen walls, at the |
| | + | edge of the snowy island, penguin men watched with fascination. At |
| | + | the center of the iceberg, an underwater volcano rooted the floating |
| | + | ice in place. It had not erupted in a hundred years, but the dwarves |
| | + | tested the mountain's patience with their constant digging. Arud the |
| | + | penguin man leaned toward his friend and whispered. |
| | | | |
| − | "Yes," said Thash, "and that is why we must protect it." | + | "I think these creatures may be more trouble than a pack of leopard |
| | + | seal," he said. |
| | | | |
| − | Somewhere above there was a chittering sound.
| + | The wind blew harsh, clouding their view. A small man appeared |
| | + | through the blizzard. His beard was frozen and his skin was blue with |
| | + | cold. In his hand he held an iron pick. The penguin men looked at |
| | + | each other and clucked. The dwarf reached them, leaned on his pick |
| | + | and spoke. |
| | | | |
| − | "Ant men!" cried Aliz. | + | "You must help us," he said. |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Dutchling|Dutchling]]==
| + | ===(20th February, 2011)=== |
| − | ===(3 March 2011)=== | + | <pre>~~~~ppp,,,.,.,p,.!@!,.,.</pre> |
| − | <pre>||@@@@+@+++<||@||####/##/###/#####</pre> | |
| | | | |
| − | Lightning bolts rained down from the sky as the storm god Domin
| + | A red light shone from further up the iceberg. Seconds later the trio was rocked by a wave of hot gas. The penguins fell to their bellies and slid toward the relative safety of the sea. At the last minute, Arud turned to see the dwarf thrashing on the icy slope, his coat on fire. Arud turned and jumped to his feet, leaving his puzzled friend behind. |
| − | released his fury upon the world. Hardest it fell on the dwarf
| |
| − | fortress, but no meteor, no matter how powerful, could keep the little
| |
| − | ones down. King Ibruk stood upon the wall of the dwarven castle,
| |
| − | drunk, daring the sky god to strike him down. The other dwarves
| |
| − | cowered behind the battlements, none brave enough to pull the king
| |
| − | down.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Lord Ibruk," shouted a voice from lower in the courtyard, "throw not | + | "Come friend," said the penguin man, slapping the flames from the dwarf's coat, "we must leave this island." |
| − | your life away."
| |
| − | ===(17 February 2014)===
| |
| − | <pre>eU.,|+++++++@@?M?</pre>
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Who goes there?" shouted Ibruk. | + | "You don't understand," said the dwarf. "This island was chosen. At the heart of the mountain is the Fire Star, a jewel so powerful it could turn night to day. Please, Forge Father, forgive our tampering. We sought to take it for our own and it became misaligned. Look there!" |
| | | | |
| − | The wind cleared the clouds of dust from the battered courtyard.
| + | A ray of light shot up from the volcano. Arud felt the heat on his face. The jewel's power caused clouds to burst into flame and burned its signature into the blue vault of the sky. The penguin man did not understand, but he knew he must act. He pulled the dwarf to his feet with his flipper and together they ran into the smoking ruin. |
| − | Standing there were a trio of brave looking heroes. The elf looked
| |
| − | tough, and so did the woman wearing furs of the south people, but most
| |
| − | impressive was the dwarf. He was tall for one of his kind, a full
| |
| − | span taller than the king at least. He took two steps forward and
| |
| − | stared the king in the face, showing no deference to the royal blood.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "The sky god has no interest in taking your life," said the dwarf
| + | ===(10th August, 2011)=== |
| − | champion. "Nor does he seek to pound your fortress into rubble. He
| + | <pre>UW||UUUUUUUU,.\U,..UUUUUU</pre> |
| − | merely seeks the stolen egg you foolishly bought from the goblins."
| |
| | | | |
| − | "The egg?" asked the king. "What is your name, dwarf?"
| + | The hanging bodies twitched against the wall of the evil castle. |
| | + | Thalfor had heard of the witch's power. That was why he allowed |
| | + | himself to be taken prisoner. The others around him looked far worse |
| | + | off. They trembled as they passed under the menacing gate. |
| | + | Everywhere were the sounds of screaming men. Behind, zombies with |
| | + | whips drove the crowd into the blood-soaked courtyard. |
| | | | |
| − | "I am Kognar," said the hero, "servant of the sacred forge."
| + | Before the prisoners, at the top window of the keep, stood Camestra |
| | + | the Wicked. One could say she may have been beautiful once, but now |
| | + | she was sickly and pale. Behind her stood a brawny zombie, tall and |
| | + | menacing. |
| | | | |
| − | "You are brave indeed to point out folly in your king," said Ibruk. | + | "Now you shall all die," said the witch. "But one of you shall be my |
| − | "I will take you to what you seek." | + | new body servant. Old Donus is beginning to give off a nasty odor." |
| | | | |
| − | The meteor storm seemed to lessen slightly as the king showed Kognar | + | The prisoners began to panic. Armed zombies closed in for kill. |
| − | inside. The elf and woman were forced to wait outside as only dwarves
| + | Thalfor reached to his inner thigh and pulled out a hidden blade. One |
| − | were allowed in the fortress proper. The king led Kognar through a
| + | by one he cut down the zombies. Camestra brought her hand to her |
| − | series of winding passages until they reached a small room with a hole
| + | mouth and Donus let out a low groan. |
| − | in the floor. Heavy breathing could be heard below as if some great
| |
| − | monster was kept there.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "The egg hatched the night after it was brought here," said the king | + | "No one will die today," said Thafor, "that hasn't died before." |
| − | to Kognar. "It has devoured every dwarf that has challenged it."
| |
| | | | |
| − | ===(18 March 2014)=== | + | ==[[User:CharlesPeter|CharlesPeter]]== |
| − | <pre>@+++.%%,.,.@/J,..%,%%</pre> | + | ===(6 January 2011)=== |
| | + | <pre>UU,.~U~,.\b,.</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | "If Domon wants a sacrifice to end the fire storm," said Ibruk, "you
| + | The adventurers made their way into the hive. Long had the bee women |
| − | seem as good a candidate as any."
| + | tormented the people of Bodarga. Bram would put an end to this |
| | + | nonsense. The adventurers entered the huge structure through a large |
| | + | hexagonal door. The tunnel turned and twisted at strange angles. |
| | + | Everywhere was the ever-present buzzing of the enemy. Suddenly a bee |
| | + | woman appeared, wielding a stinger spear. Bram let out a warrior cry |
| | + | and charged at her, brandishing a sword. Suddenly his feet sank into |
| | + | the floor. A honey trap! |
| | | | |
| − | With the crank of a hidden lever, the floor fell away from beneath
| + | ==DreamThorn== |
| − | Kognar's feet. Hitting the stone floor hard, the hero managed to roll
| + | ===(11 August 2011)=== |
| − | and recover before the monster could strike. The monster's lair was
| + | <pre>"aaaaaa,.,..,@|@@,.,.aaaaaaa"</pre> |
| − | filled with skeletons and rotting dwarven meat. The creature seemed
| |
| − | to have become the king's favorite pet.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Come and get him, Beaky!" cried King Ibruk. | + | "This is it," said Thash. "This is where it happened." |
| | | | |
| − | The monster did resemble an enormous, featherless bird. It was twice | + | The other dwarves looked around the cavern. They had followed an |
| − | the size of the jabberers Kognar knew from the caverns back home. The | + | ancient map through the bowels of the earth, crisscrossing through |
| − | hero had a soft spot in his heart for animal life, but this monster
| + | leagues of twisting tunnels. They had fought crundles, run from |
| − | had developed a taste for dwarven flesh. It had to be put down, and
| + | jabberers, and followed ridiculous advice from well-meaning gorlaks. |
| − | that was something Kognar could not forgive the mad king.
| + | All for this. All to reach this point. |
| | | | |
| − | The giant jabberer moved its head from side to side, judging the
| + | "That's it?" asked Aliz. "That sword sticking in the floor is all |
| − | distance to strike. Kognar took the time to draw his secret knife.
| + | that's holding back the tentacled ones?" |
| − | When the attack came, it was sudden and vicious. The bird monster
| |
| − | meant to snap Kognar in half with its razor-like beak. It was a split
| |
| − | second too late. The hero ducked under the striking head and slashed
| |
| − | the creature's throat.
| |
| | | | |
| − | The gurgling bellow of the dying bird mingled with the king's scream
| + | "Yes," said Thash, "and that is why we must protect it." |
| − | of denial. Kognar climbed on top of the twitching monster corpse and
| |
| − | jumped up, grasping the lip of the pit. The king called for the
| |
| − | guards, but there was only silence. The fire storm had ceased. Even
| |
| − | the gods knew it was over. King Ibruk had to pay.
| |
| | | | |
| − | ===(21 July 2014)===
| + | Somewhere above there was a chittering sound. |
| − | <pre><@,,..|++eU++@+@@@|</pre>
| |
| | | | |
| − | The elf and woman joined Kognar and Ibruk in the main feast hall. Not
| + | "Ant men!" cried Aliz. |
| − | only had the heroes stopped the firestorm, but they had also slain the
| |
| − | king's monster. It was clear and obvious that the king must be
| |
| − | punished. It was also clear if the king was to be punished he could
| |
| − | not be the god-king that he claimed. Before Ibruk was dragged before
| |
| − | the crowd, his high priests had already been executed.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "King Ibruk," said the mysterious woman, "you have stolen Domon's pet
| + | ==[[User:freeformschooler|freeformschooler]]== |
| − | and caused its death."
| + | ===(3 July 2011)=== |
| | + | <pre>@@@@||g??????????????</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | "I didn't kill it!" shouted Ibruk. "Your champion did!"
| + | A fierce dry wind blew up from the valley. Wandros and his dwarves |
| | + | lay behind cacti and sharpened their knives. After a time the goblin |
| | + | came. The dwarves were dead quiet as it passed them by, oblivious. |
| | + | As the creature moved toward the rocks, Wandros stood and beckoned his |
| | + | dwarves to follow. |
| | | | |
| − | "What did you say?" asked the elf. "Would you mind repeating that?"
| + | The Valley of Gold was a real place. Wandros knew it was, and the |
| | + | goblin would show him where it was. Right, then left, then right |
| | + | again the goblin made its way around the canyon walls. There at last |
| | + | was the door. The goblin bent and walked inside, closing the door |
| | + | after him. Wandros took the doorknob in his hand. |
| | | | |
| − | The king was so angry with the presumptuous elf that all that came out
| + | "What's the password?" said a voice from inside. |
| − | of his mouth was a loud chirp. He tried to speak again, but his teeth
| |
| − | and jaw were changing. He lifted is hand and felt the new beak that
| |
| − | had grown in place of a mouth. The elf and woman laughed as the king
| |
| − | fled out of the room. Kognar addressed the crowd.
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| − | | |
| − | "King Ibruk has been punished for insulting the gods," said Kognar, "I
| |
| − | will take his place at the throne until a new leader can be chosen."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Most of the dwarves thought this was reasonable, though there were
| |
| − | some that thought it was an abomination to allow an elf to curse their
| |
| − | king. Chief among the king's defenders was Administrator Sciok, an
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| − | evil and scheming dwarf. In the days that followed, Sciok's
| |
| − | representatives made the rounds assuring Sciok's coronation.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "You had better take your magic friends out of the fortress," said
| |
| − | Sciok to Kognar, "for when I am king, this time tomorrow, they will be
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| − | enemies of the state."
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| | "Animal people!" cried the elf. "Shoot them down!" | | "Animal people!" cried the elf. "Shoot them down!" |
| | + | ==[[User:Chobeat|Chobeat]]== |
| | + | ===(25 December 2011)=== |
| | + | Context: I've asked for a story about the ring i gave to my girlfriend. This ring was designed with the help of DF's community and had engraved symbols narrating our story, in a dwarven style. |
| | | | |
| − | ==EarlNuclear==
| + | <pre>c,..,,.U=U....,.,,.R</pre> |
| − | ===(11 March 2012)===
| |
| − | <pre>~~%~@%%~~,.,,.@,.</pre> | |
| | | | |
| − | Catapults hurled globs of rotten meat over the fortress wall, another
| + | The great warrior looked over what the dwarves had constructed. It |
| − | generous donation of the dwarf fortress to the poor. Hill dwarves,
| + | was modest, sure, but without a doubt a home built for a true hero. |
| − | dressed in brown sacks as was their custom, fought and struggled for
| + | The foundation was as sturdy as the root of a mountain. Its walls and |
| − | the rancid morsels. Some, like the dwarf prince, thought it had | + | roof shed all elements like shields in the heat of battle. The man |
| − | always been this way. Others knew better.
| + | smiled and looked down at the ring in his palm. It was inscribed with |
| | + | runes dedicated to this very day. |
| | | | |
| − | “Ho there, grandfather,” said a kindly voice.
| + | "Chobeat," said the girl, "can I open my eyes yet?" |
| | | | |
| − | A metal clad fist reached down and lifted the old dwarf out the puddle
| + | Slowly, Chobeat stepped to his woman and took her hand. He slid the |
| − | into which he had been thrown. It was Kutam, dwarf knight and younger
| + | ring on her finger and kissed her hand. She opened her eyes and |
| − | brother of Prince Ozor. Long had Kutam struggled against his kin,
| + | blushed, startled by the beauty of the ring. |
| − | fighting to bring justice to those who could not fight for themselves.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Who did this?” Kutam asked the old dwarf.
| + | "It is beautiful," she said. |
| | | | |
| − | “I can’t say,” said the geezer. “All’s I know is they took my gold teeth!”
| + | Sadly, she wasn't the only one to see the sparkly thing. High above, |
| | + | Ethbesh the roc circled. Since the dawn of time, the evil bird had |
| | + | haunted the valley below from her nest high in the mountain. Hate and |
| | + | jealously drove the monster to new acts of cruelty. |
| | | | |
| − | The old dwarf laughed with a toothless grin. Kutam knew what had to
| + | Just as Chobeat was about to carry his woman across the threshold of |
| − | be done. He undid the strap that held his war hammer to his belt and
| + | his new dwarven house, a shadow fell upon him. With one mighty rush |
| − | headed to the fortress gate. There the watch captain was joking
| + | of talon and wing, his wife was gone. Chobeat cried out and drew his |
| − | around with his friends. One of them held the old dwarf’s false gold
| + | sword. It was too late. |
| − | teeth.
| |
| | | | |
| − | “Hand over the teeth, clown,” shouted Kutam.
| + | Then he saw something glowing on the ground. The ring! He picked it |
| | + | up and looked at the strange pictograms. It had dwarf magic. Maybe |
| | + | he could yet find her. He slid the ring onto his little finger. |
| | + | Suddenly he heard voices all around him. |
| | | | |
| − | “I thought you might show up, Kutam” said the watch captain. “What if
| + | "You can hear me," said a voice from behind. |
| − | I tell the prince what you are up to?”
| |
| | | | |
| − | “I’d like to see you try,” said Kutam, “for you will have your own
| + | Chobeat turned around to see a smiling cat. |
| − | false teeth soon enough.”
| |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Edras|Edras]]==
| + | "I can help you get her back," said the creature. "My name is Tao." |
| − | ===(21 July 2014)===
| |
| − | <pre>"U""U""""""""""""?E?</pre>
| |
| | | | |
| − | You and I remember that fateful day, when the planets were aligned.
| + | ==[[User:ckwolek|ckwolek]]== |
| − | Every dwarf fortress lit the torches to welcome the new world that
| + | ===(26 December 2011)=== |
| − | would follow the passing of Earth. Everyone seemed to think the end
| |
| − | would be quick and painless. We remember the time that came after as
| |
| − | the Apocalypse.
| |
| | | | |
| − | Our heroes have just now begun to slay the last of the monsters born
| + | <pre>@@@+++=\g+@+</pre> |
| − | during that horrid time. Bram was chief of these great men and women.
| |
| − | It was said that he ripped the throat out of a dragon with his bare
| |
| − | hands. Others remember him with more kindness.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "You must stay here," said Bram, "the Garum is no place for a squire."
| + | Tsmuaka lifted his head from over the anvil and ran a hand over his |
| | + | bald green head. He looked back at the dwarf woman standing behind |
| | + | him, then cast his gaze around at the many dwarf miners trying to |
| | + | ignore him. They all want her, thought Tsmuaka, but I will be dog |
| | + | meat before they lay a stubby finger on her. |
| | | | |
| − | "But master," said squire Ketran, "the ettin has two heads! You need
| + | The goblin had been a weapon-smith in the dwarf fortress longer than |
| − | me to help you outsmart it."
| + | anyone could remember. The dwarves tolerated his grumpy, vindictive |
| | + | ways because he created the finest swords in Allsphere. But when he |
| | + | married Oril, things changed. |
| | | | |
| − | The squire seemed to have a point, so Bram allowed him to join him as | + | The king had to pardon Tsmuaka for two murders within the first year. |
| − | he traveled into the marshland. The pair of heroes looked out across
| + | Why would a dwarf dare tangle with the woman of the hardest goblin |
| − | the plain of reeds, wondering what kind of monsters could be hiding | + | alive? You just had to lay eyes on Oril. Her beauty had blinded man, |
| − | out there. The was only one monster than really mattered and that was
| + | elf, and animal person. It was so bad that the dwarves looked on |
| − | the ettin.
| + | Tsmuaka with fear and pity. |
| | | | |
| − | The ettin was known to the people of the marsh as Death and Darkness,
| + | "They say Oril with be at the dance tonight," said Aliz |
| − | named after the monster's two heads. They were known to ambush
| |
| − | caravans headed across the raised highway. Their home was the ruins
| |
| − | of an ancient dwarf fortress set a ways off from the road. Bram and
| |
| − | Ketran had just discovered the place, marked outside by a pile of
| |
| − | skulls.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Keep this rope tied to your waist," said Bram as the were about to | + | "What about Tsmuaka?" asked Sudir. |
| − | pass into the pitch darkness. "Don't cry out, no matter what you
| |
| − | see."
| |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:Ergot|Ergot]]==
| + | "Forget that old goblin," said Aliz. |
| − | ===(14 June 2007)===
| |
| − | <pre>""w"w@%"w"w</pre>
| |
| | | | |
| − | 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.
| + | ==[[User:Dagny|Dagny]]== |
| | + | ===(17 September 2010)=== |
| | | | |
| − | "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.
| + | <pre>gggggggggg,.,.~~~~~~&~~~~~</pre> |
| | | | |
| − | 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."
| + | Fires burned in the heart of the mountain as the demon god Yaknor |
| | + | called for the death of the entire dwarf race. Legions of goblins |
| | + | poured up through the cracks of the earth. It was bad news for the |
| | + | dwarves on guard duty that night, destroyed by a thunder of a hundred |
| | + | creatures of the night. Those remaining fought with passion. Sword |
| | + | and axe clashed again and again as the forces of good and evil danced |
| | + | Death's dance. True heroism would be awoken that day, a shaft of |
| | + | light into the heart of darkness. |
| | | | |
| − | ==Flying Olm== | + | ==[[User:CVanEseltine|CVanEseltine]]== |
| − | ===(30th January, 2010)=== | + | ===(25 April 2012)=== |
| − | <pre>TTT,.""".,@@@@@,"".TTTPETTT</pre>
| |
| | | | |
| − | The elf watched from above as the dwarves passed below. One by one,
| + | <pre><<<<TT+~~@\U~+++>>>></pre> |
| − | the saplings fell to the dwarven machetes. Let them come in a little
| |
| − | further, he thought. The bush would close in behind them, sealing
| |
| − | them in, away from their kins-dwarves. Then the forest would claim
| |
| − | them, lost forever beneath the green of the treetops. The black
| |
| − | panther woman drew back her teeth in a snarl. She turned her body on
| |
| − | the high branch to address the elf.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Master Elekain," it said, "we should kill them now and gnaw on their bones."
| + | Lightning bolts struck all around the black pyramid. Atop stood dread |
| | + | queen Cirne, preparing for another dwarf sacrifice. The trolls |
| | + | shrugged as the captive dwarf struggled. Dragged kicking and |
| | + | screaming toward the sacrificial slab, he could see the entrails where |
| | + | Cirne had been trying to divine the secrets of life and death. Seeing |
| | + | his only chance, the dwarf made a desperate gamble. |
| | | | |
| − | The elf felt the hunger in his teeth. His temples pulsed with rage.
| + | "I know where you can find the secrets you seek," said the dwarf. |
| − | His eyes traced the dwarves' path back to the edge of the forest. A
| |
| − | troop of warriors gathered there, bidding their country-dwarves
| |
| − | farewell. Elekain drew his blade, a dagger of hardened wood,
| |
| − | magically sharpened by the river pebbles of the Forest Spirit. He
| |
| − | pricked his fingertip and let the blood fall.
| |
| | | | |
| − | The dwarf slapped his neck with a gauntlet and pulled it back to see a
| + | Cirne snarled, baring four long canine teeth. |
| − | small smear of blood. He stepped out of line and scanned the
| |
| − | treetops, pointing his pike. Grimacing, he trotted to the front of
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| − | the column. Captain Dumple didn't like to be bothered with useless
| |
| − | reports, but he had a feeling about this. He stepped up behind the
| |
| − | head dwarf.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Speak, Lt. Garndel." | + | "What is your name, wise ass?" growled the queen. |
| | | | |
| − | Captain Dumple was twice as tall as the greatest dwarf warrior. It
| + | "I am Kastol," said the dwarf. "Blacksmith, fourth class." |
| − | was rumored that he was sired by a man. His beard was dark and thick,
| |
| − | his eyes fierce and flashing. He had seen a dozen battles and had
| |
| − | come out without a scratch. He was a harsh master but was respected
| |
| − | for he brought victory. Garndel swallowed his fear.
| |
| | | | |
| − | "Captain," said Garndel, "the elves are upon us." | + | "Then by all means lead on, Blacksmith Kastol," said the queen. "For |
| | + | you will be richly rewarded." |
| | | | |
| − | ==[[User:freeformschooler|freeformschooler]]==
| + | Dwarf fortress Snowsmear was little more than a tower library in the |
| − | ===(3 July 2011)===
| + | icy wastes. Other than the occasional blizzard man attack, nothing |
| − | <pre>@@@@||g??????????????</pre>
| + | ever happened there. It was just a place to store books. But these |
| | + | were dangerous books, not to be opened except by those willing to risk |
| | + | their very souls. |
| | | | |
| − | A fierce dry wind blew up from the valley. Wandros and his dwarves
| + | It was there that old Aliz worked with his novice Ibruk. Aliz had |
| − | lay behind cacti and sharpened their knives. After a time the goblin
| + | just dozed off when he heard someone stomping down the stairs. He |
| − | came. The dwarves were dead quiet as it passed them by, oblivious.
| + | awoke to see Ibruk standing there, snow all over his boots. Aliz made |
| − | As the creature moved toward the rocks, Wandros stood and beckoned his
| + | ready to scold him when the young dwarf spoke. |
| − | dwarves to follow.
| |
| | | | |
| − | The Valley of Gold was a real place. Wandros knew it was, and the
| + | "An army of trolls is coming," he said. "They bear the standard of |
| − | goblin would show him where it was. Right, then left, then right
| + | Cirne the Evil." |
| − | again the goblin made its way around the canyon walls. There at last
| |
| − | was the door. The goblin bent and walked inside, closing the door
| |
| − | after him. Wandros took the doorknob in his hand.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "What's the password?" said a voice from inside.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ==[[User:Furiousfish|Furiousfish]]==
| |
| − | ===(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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| − | ===(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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| − | ==[[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
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| − | before it took his scalp.
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| − | ==[[User:ANormalUsername1|Frango Nicolbidok]]==
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| − | '''"Skullinator"'''
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| − | ===(20 February 2013)===
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| − | <pre>++@+/o\++@+</pre>
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| − | Deep under the mountain, where magma pounded like blood through a rocky body, the crazed dwarf Malthis worked his dread craft. In a fortress the size of Ironside, no one really noticed when a nameless dwarf went missing. In fact, it seemed like the hill dwarves came and went like the breath of the forge. So who really cared when they disappeared?
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| − | “What is that?” asked Krang.
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| − | “I called it the Skullinator,” said Malthis.
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| − | The thing resembled a dwarf’s skull with the boney legs of a spider. Krang thought he could almost see the remains of flesh still sticking to the bone.
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| − | “What does it do?” asked Krang.
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| − | “Come closer,” said Malthis, “and I will show you.”
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| − | ===(31 December 2013)===
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| − | <pre>@oO( * * )</pre>
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| − | Invisible gears began to whir. The monster artifact reared back on
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| − | its hind legs and took a step toward Krang, who stood still, paralyzed
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| − | with fear. The skull stared, its jeweled eyes fixed to Krang's face,
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| − | and began to speak. It was a dark and mysterious language of the
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| − | past, but somehow Krang was able to understand.
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| − | “You must bring me the beating heart of Prince Hablock,” said the
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| − | skull. “You have three days.”
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| − | Clearly shaken, Krang began muttering to himself. Malthis knew
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| − | nothing of the mission. All he heard was the hum of machinery and the
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| − | clicking of the ivory teeth. He questioned Krang briefly, but when it
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| − | was clear there would be no answer, Malthis retrieved the dwarf's coat
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| − | and showed him to the door.
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| − | The dwarf fortress was half a day's travel from Malthis's forge. That
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| − | gave Krang two days to kidnap the prince in time to bring him back.
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| − | Krang was on the move before he could think of a plan. It was hard to
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| − | scheme when all he saw in his mind's eye were the dead jewel eyes of
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| − | the Skullinator.
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| − | ===(19 April 2013)===
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| − | <pre>+@+@+++++.,.,.,,.,=...,.,.,?g?</pre>
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| − | “All he keeps talking about is this Skull-o-tron,” said the castle guard.
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| − | “Skullinator!” cried Krang.
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| − | “Listen, friend,” said Prince Hablock. “I don't know what this
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| − | Malthis fellow has against me, but I'm sure the Guard are more than a
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| − | match for a mad blacksmith and his toys.”
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| − | It was true, the mission did seem impossible, especially after having
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| − | failed with such a direct appeal. The guard took Krang by the
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| − | shoulder and guided the desperate dwarf out of the audience chamber.
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| − | Normally, Krang would have considered himself lucky to escape without
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| − | being sent to the dungeon, but now he was on an evil quest. He
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| − | immediately left the royal suites and made his way to the fortress
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| − | tavern to clear his head and come up with another wicked plot.
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| − | “You want to kidnap who?” asked the barkeep.
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| − | “The prince,” hollered Krang, slurring his speech and seeing double.
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| − | “I must deliver him to my master, the Skullinator.”
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| − | “I'd talk to Spernak if I were you,” said the barkeep. “He's snatched
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| − | a princeling or two in his time.”
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| − | “Where can I find this wicked dwarf?” asked Krang.
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| − | “Spernak is no dwarf,” said the barkeep. “He is a goblin. You can
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| − | find him across the mine cart tracks. He's probably shoveling
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| − | beak-dog dung for a living.”
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| − | Krang slid off of his stool and made his way out the door. With only
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| − | one day left to collect the prince, the goblin Spernak had better live
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| − | up to his reputation. The mine cart tracks were quiet that time of
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| − | day and Krang didn't have much trouble sneaking into the goblin
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| − | neighborhood. The entire quest now depended on the skill of an
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