So, Slitheredlow's set up shop in the bar, massacring everything she can reach after chasing a human diplomat in. Why was a human diplomat even here?
Whatever, I'm sure "law-givers" aren't important people anyway.
One of the newborns wasn't fast enough to escape the clouds of death surrounding Slitheredlow.
Right now she's chasing farm animals all around the room, and the racket is unbelievable.
Sometimes their screams are cut off by meaty splats. I don't even want to know.
What's awful is that I'm getting reports that she's slathering the gore over her wounds like some sort of ointment, and they're sealing up quicker than normal. At this rate we'll never win.
I keep sending in recruits and bait animals but she swats them away like flies.
Children keep trying to go into the bar to have their meals, too young to understand what's going on. It doesn't exactly end well for them.
I think she's killed so many she's starting to get bored with toying with them.
The place is stinking worse than the swamps in summer, and she's still rampaging around in there.
We've lost nearly half our population since she got inside, and we STILL don't have anyone in a full set of armor. If we survive, I'm going to invent snap-on armor or something.
Bed-carriers! I need a look in there! STOP PISSING YOURSELVES AND GO ALREADY
Great, now she's going after a kitten.
...that kitten's head is stronger than our adamantine armor?
Back in the great hall, a few soldiers are barely clinging to life. Paralyzed, mutilated, but still giving the finger to the reaper. Truly the model of a crippled dwarf.
Now that's just mean.
The bodies just keep piling up in the bar. She'll have enough in there to coat every wall in gore at this rate.
...what's she doing to that baby?
: "RAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!" ["Kick the baby!"]
: "Gllbb goo grllg." ["Don't kick the Goddamn baby."]
: "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" ["KICK THE BABY!"]
Right.
Maugrim wrote :-
Death stalked the halls of Gemclod, as it had done for so many years in intangible spirit: a spectre now made flesh.
Behind the bar of the Cloud she waited fearfully, shushing her fussing infant with mouthfuls of whiskey from one of the last remaining barrels. But finally, the child lost interest, and a stream of the precious liquid trickled from his mouth as his face screwed up and he turned away. She held him close, whispering words of comfort, but a single discontented wail rang out.
The defiant shouts of the last heroes of Gemclod and the screams of the dying did not falter. Quietly, not knowing what else to do, the mother began to sing to her child, rocking him gently to the cadence of the hymn.
(Click here for lyrics, tablatures and other versions of the song.)
"Under the stones of Gemclod
Deep in her carven hall,
Down where the magma surges
Against the darkstone wall,
Under the stones of Gemclod
Far from the demons' thrall
Bides she until our passing,
The Emperor of us all."
Dogs growled menacingly, but each in turn was abruptly silenced - by a crunching of bone, a tearing of meat, or a wet thud. The bar rattled once, and was still again.
"Trappings of war surround her
Forged of her own great hand,
Tireless she works the anvil
Alone beneath the land.
Far from the Bears that plague us,
Far from the Goblin band,
Far from Elves our Emperor
Awaits our final stand."
The sounds of battle came quieter now, with longer gaps as the stragglers dragged themselves hopelessly to the fight. A donkey's bray died suddenly to a rattling wheeze.
"Last of the famed Palisade,
Last of the chosen few,
Tireless she works the anvil
To forge the Dwarves anew.
Repelex, Minty, Enzer,
Clad all in armour blue
Stand at her back in judgment,
Hard warriors and true."
Beyond the fragile protection of the bar, a child not her own giggled happily. She closed her eyes and held her baby to her as the cheerful sound cut off.
"Under the stones of Gemclod
Biding until we fall,
Poised to return in vengeance,
The one they call Yeol:
None shall proclaim her passage,
None but the mountain tall
Death will foretell her coming,
The Emperor of us all."
The bar was silent now.
"The Emperor of us all," she crooned again, but the words died as her throat constricted and went numb. She stared up, tearfully, defiantly, at the huge, wedge-shaped head that swung over the bar. Pitiless crimson eyes regarded her.
"Empra!" gurgled the baby, stretching out a pudgy fist.
The head swung down.
SirPenguin wrote :-
Internet Kraken posted:
What the heck was the human law-giver even doing there? How did he get in, and when? You'd think him visiting Gemclod would be considered a big deal since he leads the humans. Speaking of which the humans are no doubt going to start attacking Gemclod due to the loss of the aforementioned law giver. I think this is one of the few cases where their attack is justified, given that it's our fault that the demons were released in the first place.
You know, if there's one thing I wish more DF players would do, it's digging into Legends mode. Because I just looked this information up and god damn I absolutely love Legends.
Why I never! The outrage of such slanderous accusations! I'll have you know that he died of NATURAL CAUSES
...you mean that wasn't a lie? Shit!
The new law-giver was actually generated out of nothing, so she has no family. She was 21 years old, though, and given the time of year I cannot get the idea out of my head that she was on some kind of bizarre spring vacation. Law Givers appear to serve the role as diplomats in this civ (I'm pretty sure a civilization can choose whether or not they are set up like that - I've seen merchant princes before, etc.). It's a shame that we were visited by an old guy and a 21 year old girl. We could have been a lot luckier!
