Ok, We're locked down. What happens now?
To be honest, I don't know.
Well we don't really need to go to the surface. Can we just stay here?
No, not really...
Aah. I forgot about that...
We're going to have to fight. Either to get out, or to stay in.
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Citizens of Gemclod!
The following Dwarves are called into military service to defend the borders of Gemclod against all comers.
May the Gods guide your blades.
Armoursmiths, go to your forges and ply your finest craft to keep your fellows safe!
Brave troops, take up your armour once more! Go to your barracks and prepare for the greatest battle of this age!
Are you sure that's safe? What of the sickness that killed our poor Lady?
I've been thinking about this. You know how Vadoc survived?
I think I know why. The Vile flood.
What?
It's been cascading down the stairs for a year and a half now, and I think Vadoc lived because she climbed the stairs through it. It cleaned the pox off.
I've had all the armour brought up to the barracks, through the flood. It's clean!
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What's this?
Oh hell.
Leperfish! How did you not forsee this!? 
Tyskil! Why did you want the flood shut off?!
Soldiers! Get up there!
Too late!
I am always impressed by what impending doom can make a dwarf do. Goatie and DarthXaos launched themselves at the attacker!
I have no idea if this was a noble attempt to save MagicZeal and C-box, or a simultaneous attempt at Mondulic martyrdom.
It was either a total failure, or wildly successful.
DarthXaos falls imediately, and then something stupid happens.
The Goblin shot his own mount. Twice.
Seriously.
The mount, rather understandably, threw the Goblin and he made a swift escape from the battlements.
The beakdog still remains, and Goatie goes up against it with just her fists.
The result is much as expected, although the Beakdog does bleed out soon after.
It was a worthwhile sacrifice, as Kloro, DieZombieDie and C-box all manage to escape the roof in the confusion.
I awarded Goatie a postDorfous promotion for her bravery.
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Oh what the hell.
Archaeology Hat and Clever Hans have gone up to the beakdog infested battlements to pick up some gear.
Unsurprisingly, they attract the attention of the beakdog.
Midnight Voyager dies in the chaos. Someone please tell our Mothers not to carry their beardlings into battle.
Continuing the fight against the enraged beakdog (now for vengeance!) CleverHans takes a debilitating wound to the leg and flees the battle. Archaeology Hat fights on tooth and nail, inflicting and receiving terrible wounds. Eventually the beakdog snaps out of it's outraged state and flees the battlefield.
Archaeology hat is left shaking his wrist stump at the fleeing beast. Needless to say, he'll be leaving the militia.
With the roof finally clear I can get a mason up to seal it off.
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Oh what the hell, Jamsque? Where was that?
WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARMOK'S BEARD WERE YOU DOING THERE?
ATTENTION GEMCLOD! EVERYTHING ABOVE GROUND LEVEL IS NOW FORBIDDEN. ANY DWARF GOING AFTER THIS STUFF WILL BE KILLED! but not by me...
What in the name of....? Has this Fortress caught Mondul fever?
YOU MORONS! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!
Fuck this shit.
FULL LOCKDOWN ENABLED
If you're outside, you die. I'm blocking all doors and deconstructing the stairs to the battlements, NOW STAY INSIDE YOU CUNTS!
Ok, I'm actually upset about this one. He was just trying to do his job...
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Oh dear. It seems Clever Hans has been left crippled in the Baron's room.
Fortunately, she's too injured to damage anything.
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The Greenskins's pet trolls have been smashing up everything outside.
I like this. Maybe if there's less stuff to do outside next time I open the doors to let the soldiers out half the civilians won't feel the need to follow them.
I have to say I'm looking forward to the moment they realize that there's a door they can smash on the Eflcinerator.
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Tyskil, I don't think I can do this anymore.
What?
I can't oversee anymore. I can't take the stupidity.
Oh come on, it's not that bad.
Seriously? I've just watched ten dwarves go outside into an army of Goblins for no apparent reason!
Fuck this, I'm out. I'll be in the barracks if you need anything killing.
markus_cz wrote :-
I am but the Glum Gravekeeper of Gemclod.
cucka wrote :-
Underneath it all
We feel so small
The heavens fall
But still we crawl.
ShadowedFlames wrote :-
An excerpt from the writings of ShadowedFlames Uzolatis
...jus' bloody great. Th' militia? When I can barely 'old an axe fer a stein and no' drop it?
I tell ye, we were doomed from th' start when Lady Bene died. When they hav' to resort to dwarfs such as I...ye know times be tough.
And th' howls...those Kudust-damned howls that keep Oni and me awake at night. They ne'er cease. Th' howls that come from 'neath us, beyond th' azure wall...they call fer blood.
Our blood.
And I knew 'ere long that I will be but a tallymark on some foul goblin's blade.
But endure, I must. Fer Oni. Fer meself.
Fer Gemclod.