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Mind elaborating on the recent [[fun]]? I just recently had a giant cave spider crawl out of a [[chasm]]. Boy, was that [[fun]]. It ambushed one dwarf (multiple legendary, 17 yr fortress) and three other beefy dwarfs were immediately recruited to attack it. It sprayed venom on the first dwarf and killed him, but the other three (no armor or weapons) killed it with only minor injuries. I was surprised because it didn't show up on the "Units" screen. Must have been in hiding. Makes me wonder what else is in the chasm.--[[User:Kwieland|Kwieland]] 05:51, 12 March 2010 (UTC) | Mind elaborating on the recent [[fun]]? I just recently had a giant cave spider crawl out of a [[chasm]]. Boy, was that [[fun]]. It ambushed one dwarf (multiple legendary, 17 yr fortress) and three other beefy dwarfs were immediately recruited to attack it. It sprayed venom on the first dwarf and killed him, but the other three (no armor or weapons) killed it with only minor injuries. I was surprised because it didn't show up on the "Units" screen. Must have been in hiding. Makes me wonder what else is in the chasm.--[[User:Kwieland|Kwieland]] 05:51, 12 March 2010 (UTC) | ||
| − | Gather round young dwarf, and let me tell you a tale! I want you to picture the most perfect settlement ever. Nice flat forest, no surprizes, full of as many deer as you could ever need. No rivers, but enough lakes and ponds to last you 100 years. A magma pipe on its own to the north And the mountain, just the one, made almost entirely out of sweet, sweet obsidian~ At worst, the map had skeletal fire imps, nothing terribly dangerous, and all in all, I thought I was in for a good time. Spring had arrived, and I was expecting the elven caravan at any moment, and so was putting out a few extra crafts to trade with. Then I started getting an interrupted message. Hrm... My hunter was out gathering food, and given the nature of the magma pipe, he was the only reasonably outfitted dwarf. Bone armor, crossbow, and a handful of bolts. Logdem, interrupted by Giant Skeletal Eagle. Oh teh noes! Barely into my second year and I'm already having [[fun]]! Like any self respecting dwarf though, Logdem thought the best way to solve the problem was to piss off his attacker. And after firing a couple shots, he promptly scooted back inside the fortess to help move obsidian crafts. Well. The eagle (who would later be come to be known as Lurchedtaker :p) as it turns out, is made up of mostly | + | Gather round young dwarf, and let me tell you a tale! I want you to picture the most perfect settlement ever. Nice flat forest, no surprizes, full of as many deer as you could ever need. No rivers, but enough lakes and ponds to last you 100 years. A magma pipe on its own to the north And the mountain, just the one, made almost entirely out of sweet, sweet obsidian~ At worst, the map had skeletal fire imps, nothing terribly dangerous, and all in all, I thought I was in for a good time. Spring had arrived, and I was expecting the elven caravan at any moment, and so was putting out a few extra crafts to trade with. Then I started getting an interrupted message. Hrm... My hunter was out gathering food, and given the nature of the magma pipe, he was the only reasonably outfitted dwarf. Bone armor, crossbow, and a handful of bolts. Logdem, interrupted by Giant Skeletal Eagle. Oh teh noes! Barely into my second year and I'm already having [[fun]]! Like any self respecting dwarf though, Logdem thought the best way to solve the problem was to piss off his attacker. And after firing a couple shots, he promptly scooted back inside the fortess to help move obsidian crafts. Well. The eagle (who would later be come to be known as Lurchedtaker :p) as it turns out, is made up of mostly Feathers, claws, and hatred. And came swooping out of the sky like the chorus of an 80's rock and roll ballad. |
Now, mind you, at this time, I'm three levels below the surface, whistling a merry tune and smoothing walls in the sleeping quarters, when this thing literally crashed into my trading Depot (I like to keep them just inside the entrance) instantly murderlizing the first elf merchant. The spirited cheer from my dwarves was short lived, as the eagle then proceeded to fly into the lower levels of my fort surprizing me and thoroughly surprizing the hunter who shot him (Oh the dwarfanity! There were chunks everywhere!) At this time, my carpenter decided to be a hero, and got left arm ripped off for the effort. And at last I was able to recruit all the remaining dwarves and had them dogpile the eagle until it's bones collapsed under the combined weight of their beards. The remaining elf merchant was huddling in abject terror in the deepest levels of my newly founded fort, and when he (she? So hard to tell with their girly, fragile figures) found a new pair of pants, promptly packed up and left. | Now, mind you, at this time, I'm three levels below the surface, whistling a merry tune and smoothing walls in the sleeping quarters, when this thing literally crashed into my trading Depot (I like to keep them just inside the entrance) instantly murderlizing the first elf merchant. The spirited cheer from my dwarves was short lived, as the eagle then proceeded to fly into the lower levels of my fort surprizing me and thoroughly surprizing the hunter who shot him (Oh the dwarfanity! There were chunks everywhere!) At this time, my carpenter decided to be a hero, and got left arm ripped off for the effort. And at last I was able to recruit all the remaining dwarves and had them dogpile the eagle until it's bones collapsed under the combined weight of their beards. The remaining elf merchant was huddling in abject terror in the deepest levels of my newly founded fort, and when he (she? So hard to tell with their girly, fragile figures) found a new pair of pants, promptly packed up and left. | ||