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Kristopher posted:Come talk to me when you've killed something with that trinket, craftsdwarf. Maybe if you prance around wearing it in front of our enemies, a few might die laughing! Haven't you got some hauling to do, peasant boy? Go take all day to move one sock or something. In between chatting with the humans, of course. Very important, that. I'll be over here making tools, weapons and armour and actually contributing something in the meantime.
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Tias posted:(TRAIN loving FISHERMEN)
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*Contemplates getting out of chickenshit outfit and founding FISHTRAINS*
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I'm * rarely sticking around if I find something is even slightly boring * lustful * going to be in military And also * constantly distressed since I'm moved by natural beauty but dislike natural world * constantly conflicted since I love parties and merrymaking but rarely wish to engage in either A wonderful wife altogether. 
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Tomehammers Log of Immigration, Hematite 552 `Deki' Sanrebushat, "`Deki' Ownedbasement", Gem Cutter "In life, you should work hard. Then work harder." Within the last season, he was interested after watching a performance. He was interested after watching a performance. He is a worshipper of Kodor. He is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. He is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. He arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. He is eighty-two years old, born on the 18th of Timber in the year 470. He is tall and very fat. His very short sideburns are neatly combed. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His very long beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. His ears are flattened. His burnt umber skin is slightly wrinkled. His hair is brown with a touch of gray. His eyes are aquamarine. His eyes are slightly protruding. He is flimsy, quite susceptible to disease and very slow to heal. `Deki' Sanrebushat likes garnierite, copper, cherry opal, green glass, crossbows, slabs, chickens for their scratching and the sight of The Vermilion Berries-Sheen. When possible, he prefers to consume herring, teff beer, Longland flour and garlic seeds. He absolutely detests fire snakes. He has a great affinity for language, great creativity, good intuition and a good feel for social relationships, but he has poor focus, an iffy memory, a shortage of patience, next to no natural musical ability and a lousy intellect. Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally finds leisure time wasteful, sees no value in holding back complaints and concealing emotions and doesn't respect a society that has settled into harmony without debate and strife. He dreams of crafting a masterwork someday. He is swayed by emotional appeals. He does not find most jokes humorous. He is generally unhindered by the thoughts of others concerning his actions. He enjoys the company of others. He is pleased by his own appearance and talents. He rarely feels discouraged. He tends to ask others for help with difficult decisions. He generally finds himself quite hopeful about the future. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. `Crabacious' Erarkeskal, "`Crabacious' Ledshoots", Bookbinder "I saw a dwarf recite Wrack: The Fool Laughs at The Fenced Butters. It's interesting." He is interested after watching a performance. Within the last season, he was delighted after watching a performance. He was annoyed when caught in a snow storm. He is a casual worshipper of The Medicine of Searching. He is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. He is a member of The Coven of Vaults. He is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. He arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. He is seventy-five years old, born on the 19th of Slate in the year 477. He has loaded a tall body with incredible muscles. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is braided. His very long hair is tied in a pony tail. His aquamarine eyes are somewhat narrow. His hair is chocolate. His skin is burnt umber. He is mighty and indefatigable, but he is flimsy. `Crabacious' Erarkeskal likes earthenware, aluminum, chrysoprase, maple wood, alpaca wool, the color dark peach, war hammers, barrels and pig tails for their twisting stalks. When possible, he prefers to consume giant gray squirrel and custard-apple cider. He absolutely detests bats. He has an amazing memory, great intuition and the ability to focus, but he has little willpower, poor creativity and a very bad sense of empathy. Like others in his culture, he has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally considers craftsdwarfship to be relatively worthless and values sacrifice. He dreams of mastering a skill. He enjoys being in crowds. He is somewhat scatterbrained. He is prone to strong feelings of lust. He tries to keep his things orderly. He has a calm demeanor. He doesn't tend to hold on to grievances. He has a sense of duty. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. He likes working outdoors and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather. He is getting used to tragedy. `Lushobetost' Enshalathel, "`Lushobetost' Budrings", Animal Trainer "I saw a dwarf recite Wrack: The Fool Laughs at The Fenced Butters. I find this somewhat admirable." She feels admiration after watching a performance. Within the last season, she was delighted after watching a performance. She was interested near a fine Bridge. She was interested near a fine Trap. She was annoyed when caught in a snow storm. She is a worshipper of Doren Mineddiamond. She is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. She is a member of The Faith of Crystal. She is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. She arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. She is seventy-four years old, born on the 26th of Granite in the year 478. She is tall and incredibly skinny. Her short hair is neatly combed. Her eyebrows are somewhat high. Her ears are somewhat broad. Her hair is copper. Her skin is burnt umber. Her eyes are aquamarine. She is incredibly quick to heal and tough, but she is weak. `Lushobetost' Enshalathel likes talc, bismuth, red tourmaline, clear glass, goat hoof, buzzard bone, emu parchment, leggings, anvils and the sight of The Vermilion Berries-Sheen. When possible, she prefers to consume white-spotted puffer, kaniwa beer and honey bee honey. She absolutely detests slugs. She has a great musical sense, a great feel for social relationships and very good intuition, but she has a meager kinesthetic sense, meager creativity, little linguistic ability, poor spatial senses and a large deficit of willpower. Like others in her culture, she has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, respects commerce, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally believes that it would be a fine thing if all time were leisure time, believes it is important to conceal emotions and refrain from complaining and doesn't particularly care about craftsdwarfship. She dreams of raising a family. She can easily become absorbed in art and the beauty of the natural world, and she is troubled by this since she dislikes the natural world. She takes offered help and gifts without feeling particularly grateful. She tends to avoid any physical confrontations, and she works to square this natural tendency with her respect of martial prowess. She is generally quite confident of her abilities when undertaking specific ventures. She could be considered rude. She tends to avoid crowds. She prefers that everyone live as harmoniously as possible. She doesn't cling tightly to ideas and is open to changing her mind. She often feels discouraged. She tends to stretch out when she's bored. She is distracted from conversations easily when she's trying to remember something. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. She does not mind being outdoors, at least for a time. `SavageGee' Asenorrun, "`SavageGee' Gravelroars", Animal Caretaker "I like to dress well." Within the last season, she was interested after watching a performance. She was interested after watching a performance. She was interested near a fine Seat. She was interested near a very fine Instrument. She was interested near a fine Table. She was delighted after watching a performance. She was exasperated when caught in a snow storm. She is a worshipper of Bem the Chartreuse. She is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. She is a member of The Order of Rocks. She is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. She arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. She is sixty-four years old, born on the 6th of Timber in the year 488. She is tall. Her ears are splayed out. Her hair is clean-shaven. Her lips are thick. Her teeth are crowded. Her hair is burnt umber. Her skin is burnt umber. Her eyes are aquamarine. She is very slow to tire, but she is quite susceptible to disease. `SavageGee' Asenorrun likes bauxite, billon, alexandrite, goat horn, moon snail shell, the color ochre, high boots, rings, buckets, fisher berries for their round shape, the words of The Plan of Mirth and the sight of The Adoration of Saturninity. When possible, she prefers to consume great white shark, bat ray and blackberry wine. She absolutely detests brown recluse spiders. She has a deep well of patience and a sharp intellect, but she has poor focus, poor empathy, an iffy memory and poor creativity. Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally thinks that introspection is valueless and those that waste time in self-examination are deluded fools. She dreams of creating a great work of art. She has an overinflated sense of self-worth. She likes to present herself boldly, even if it would offend an average sense of modesty. She is assertive. She is quick to anger. She tries to keep her things orderly. She does not go out of her way to help others. She is quite ambitious. She generally acts with a narrow focus on the current activity. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. `A good poster' Onulokol, "`A good poster' Mirroredvoice", Craftsdwarf "Try to focus on the practical side of the matter." She is married to `FrenzyTheKillbot' Yellgears. She is a casual worshipper of Deler Umberearthen the Amethyst Silver. She is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. She is a member of The Diamond Doctrine. She is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. She arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. She is fifty-seven years old, born on the 13th of Limestone in the year 495. She is tall and fat. Her quite sparse eyebrows are somewhat high. Her lips are thin. Her hair is ecru. Her short hair is neatly combed. Her skin is burnt umber. Her eyes are aquamarine. She is very rarely sick and tough, but she is slow to heal. `A good poster' Onulokol likes serpentine, lay pewter, cinnamon grossular, bushtit bone, giant snail shell, the color black, gems, backpacks, cavies for their three toes, the words of The East Trades and the sound of The Mirthful Lark. When possible, she prefers to consume bonobo, clown loach, perry and saguaro fruit. She absolutely detests lizards. She has a great deal of patience and a good kinesthetic sense, but she has very bad analytical abilities, poor creativity and very bad intuition. Like others in her culture, she holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, greatly prizes loyalty, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, believes that honesty is a high ideal, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, respects commerce, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. She personally thinks that introspection is valueless and those that waste time in self-examination are deluded fools. She dreams of raising a family. She is completely closed-minded and never changes her mind after forming an initial idea. She very rarely develops negative feelings toward things. She is bashful. She is very friendly and always tries to say nice things to others. She forms strong emotional bonds with others, at times to her detriment. She tends to ask others for help with difficult decisions. She often feels lustful. She has little interest in joking around. She is quite ambitious. She rarely feels discouraged. She likes to keep things practical, without delving too deeply into the abstract. She can handle stress. She is slow to anger. She occasionally overindulges. She doesn't try to get things done perfectly. She doesn't mind a little tumult and discord in day-to-day living. When she's thinking, she clicks her tongue repeatedly. She begins to talk rapidly when she gets angry. She scratches her nose when she's trying to remember something. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. She does not mind being outdoors, at least for a time. `FrenzyTheKillbot' Taronolon, "`FrenzyTheKillbot' Yellgears", Willing Recruit "I finished up some work. That was satisfying." He feels satisfied at work. He is married to `A good poster' Mirroredvoice. He is an ardent worshipper of The Medicine of Searching. He is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. He is a member of The Coven of Vaults. He is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. He arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. He is eighty-two years old, born on the 13th of Timber in the year 470. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His very long beard is braided. His very long hair is arranged in double braids. He is tall. His aquamarine eyes are narrow. His burnt umber skin is slightly wrinkled. His hair is burnt sienna with a touch of gray. He is flimsy. `FrenzyTheKillbot' Taronolon likes cobaltite, aluminum, honey yellow beryl, birch wood, donkey leather, the color black, spears, buzzard men for their striking red face, bloated tubers for their stout shape and the sight of The Adoration of Saturninity. When possible, he prefers to consume giant black mamba, sun berries, bilberry wine and rambutans. He absolutely detests large roaches. He has a great memory and a good feel for social relationships, but he has poor analytical abilities and a poor kinesthetic sense. Like others in his culture, he holds craftsdwarfship to be of the highest ideals and celebrates talented artisans and their masterworks, has a great deal of respect for the law, values family greatly, sees friendship as one of the finer things in life, greatly respects artists and their works, really respects those that take the time to master a skill, deeply respects those that work hard at their labors, values cooperation, respects fair-dealing and fair-play, finds merrymaking and partying worthwhile activities, values martial prowess, values leisure time, values knowledge and finds nature somewhat disturbing. He personally holds the view that commerce is a vile obscenity, finds introspection to be a waste of time, values honesty and doesn't particularly value loyalty. He dreams of creating a great work of art. He is impervious to the effects of stress. He is stingy with resources on projects and refuses to expend any extra effort. He takes offered help and gifts without feeling particularly grateful. He isn't particularly curious about the world. He has a tendency to consider ideas and abstractions over practical applications. He has a tendency toward forming deep emotional bonds with others. He is moved by art and natural beauty, and he is troubled by this since he dislikes the natural world. He scratches his ear when he's thinking. His voice trails off when he is thinking about something. When he's nervous, he tends to chew on his cheek. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. `DervinosDoom' Rulzuntir, "`DervinosDoom' Mutedanvil", Peasant "I recited Wrack: The Fool Laughs at The Fenced Butters. I enjoyed that." He feels enjoyment while performing. Within the last season, he was bored after watching a performance. He was grouchy when caught in a snow storm. He is the son of Bembul Faithmanor and Nish Diamondappeared. He is a citizen of The Palace of Peace. He is a member of The Frilly Dresses of Smoothness. He arrived at Melbilnil on the 26th of Hematite in the year 552. He is one hundred fourteen years old, born on the 2nd of Limestone in the year 438. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. His teeth are crowded. His nose is narrow. He has a clear voice. His slightly rounded aquamarine eyes are slightly sunken. His nose bridge is slightly convex. His hair is gray mixed with dark chestnut. His skin is burnt umber. He is incredibly quick to heal, agile and strong, but he is quick to tire and susceptible to disease. `DervinosDoom' Rulzuntir likes kaolinite, nickel, carnelian, mountain goat horn, llama wool, crossbows, shields and the sound of The Luxurious Rhymes. When possible, he prefers to consume leech, cranberry wine, rice flour and cranberries. He absolutely detests cave spiders. 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Malachite 522 `Air is lava!' Rigothtekkud, Hunter: Help! Save me!  Early Malachite saw further developments in Tomehammers. Farmers, such as Grizzwold, were beginning to forage farther out in the caverns. Residents felt much safer, as a group of volunteers had stepped forward to form the first crossbow squad. They took the name "the Somber Ships."   On 15 Malachite, Tomehammers became the site of a diplomatic incident between the humans. Just as the merchant caravan prepared to make the arduous journey back to their homelands, a rumor caught fire in the tavern. Akul Tegaer, who had previously won his petition to live among the dwarves, had inherited the title of Lord. Upon hearing the news, he immediately drank himself into a stupor, falling asleep in the fortress' temple. However, his wife, Olo Thoranadmi, did not react as cheerfully to the thought of becoming a Lady. Thoranadmi was caught sneaking around the merchants' depot. One of the caravan guards ran the Lady out to the surface, and killed her in rather cold blood, all while Tegaer slept.  "I'm doing alright." Akul Tegaer, "Akul Washedcalm", lord  Only two days later, Air is lava! stumbled upon a weregoat during a routine hunting trip. The weregoat's likeness was later recorded on the carved walls of Tomehammers: Icar Irnatthrut Ratadposa A large goat twisted into humanoid form. It is crazed for blood and flesh. Its eyes glow yellow. Its dark brown hair is unkempt. Now you will know why you fear the night. It is very fat.   Thinking quickly, Lava! emptied their quiver firing upon the beast. Despite being a founding member of the Somber Ships, not a single bolt found its mark. Between exhaustion and the biting cold, Air is lava! fell asleep, with Ratadposa making quick strides to its first victim.  Fearing a weregoat infestation, the gates of Tomehammers were ordered closed. Just as the lever was pulled, World War Mammories ran to the surface, in order to save their friend. The order to seal the fortress stood. Still, the gates did not close.  It was first noticed by Albert Krabs: though the gate and lever had already been erected months prior, they had never been wired together. Krabs set about fixing the issue, fully intent on locking Ratadposa, Lava!, and Mammories outside. Just as Mammories made it to the scene, Ratadposa shrank in stature, returning to the shriveled form of a goblin. Ratadposa fled the area, leaving behind a rather unique weapon: Zevutarbost, "The Dreadful Deification", a eagle bone mace This is a eagle bone mace. All craftsmanship is of the highest quality. This object menaces with spikes of phyllite. On the item is an image of shining suns in turkey bone.  According to the diagnostic notes of AJ Impy, Air is Lava! only survived the attack due to the beast's fixation on using its bludgeon. Though a decent show piece, the artifact was composed of little more than the hollow bones of an eagle. Impy verified that Lava! had not been bitten, and there was no risk of infection to the rest of the fortress. Still, even a bone club can deal damage in the clutches of a cursed beast standing over a prone victim. Lava! would never stand again. `Air is lava!' Rigothtekkud, "`Air is lava!' Craftspicks", Hunter She feels gratitude after being rescued. She is shaken after suffering a major injury. She is afraid after experiencing trauma. She is terrified while in conflict. She is annoyed after sleeping on ice.
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Okay but a fat weregoat sounds adorable.
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Black Robe posted:Okay but a fat weregoat sounds adorable.
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Goddamn. Did I participate in the fighting at all or was I cleverly being a coward hiding in some corner?
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It says you felt conflict, but you don't have a combat report or any wounds. You might have dodged a fireball at some point, the open floor plan was not doing us any favors.
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Aww, I didn't even get to do anything. And I died offscreen.
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We're gonna get really backed up building slabs for everyone. You've got a decent shot at coming back as a ghost.
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RIP VERBAL HE NEVER KILLED
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Four of us starting seven remain alive. I guess we always knew we had our work cut out for us. I'm just gonna keep my head down, here in the mines... And if anything attacks, well, I've got my trusty pick.
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It's okay guys, we're gonna be all right, I'm a potter. That's right, you heard it, a potter. So stop worrying.
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 Jeez, that was brutal. Shame I was a helmsvirgin, if I knew how to use one, I might have survived.
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Finally, no longer constantly conflicted.
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oh. died offscreen.
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I'm still alive. Impressive.
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Fumbles posted:oh. died offscreen. Same, apparently
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Sounds like I died offscreen as well, guess the thresher got threshed
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You know who has dabbling metalcrafter skills and didn't die off screen? This dwarf. Time to start churning out some artisanal lead coffins for y'all.
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I Got Horribly Murdered by an Imp and All I Got Was This Lousy XT-ShirtX.
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Sep 21, 2020 10:31
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Staying alive, the best metric for measuring powerful dorfs
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Sep 21, 2020 10:40
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Oh. I, uh. I guess I'm the mayor now? Well, okay, but I'm not going to have much time for paperwork and such, I'm one of the only smiths we have... memo to self, first official act: find someone to tell me what the hell the mayor does.
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Sep 21, 2020 12:43
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What? When did i die off screen? How did I die?
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Black Robe posted:Oh. I, uh. I guess I'm the mayor now? Well, okay, but I'm not going to have much time for paperwork and such, I'm one of the only smiths we have... Welcome to your new position, your Honor! Your primary responsibility as Mayor is making me an axe before the next horrible thing shows up.
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Sep 21, 2020 21:40
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Araganzar posted:Welcome to your new position, your Honor! Your primary responsibility as Mayor is making me an axe before the next horrible thing shows up. I'm sure he'll have your new bracelet ready any day now 
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Sep 22, 2020 04:22
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Look, if the gods want me to make jewellery instead of weapons, then the gods clearly want you to be horribly killed by fire imps.
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Sep 22, 2020 05:29
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"The deep was good to me, for these claws to be stuck in a roll of fat" - last words, Tinasth Ginbeard.
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Sep 22, 2020 05:36
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Journal Excerpt of Eeepies, last survivor of the Tonehammers Militia:quote:When I reached this forsaken place, I initially wanted to be a crafter. Someone who could build exquisite furniture and accessories, making this fortress a wonder to behold. The dwarves who kicked us out would weep tears as they fell to their knees seeing the marvels of this place. That was my dream.
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So Math posted:These were the survivors. Hey better luck than I normally have. So Math posted:Farseli agreed to become captain of the new guard. Oh there we go. At least I'll be armed!
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