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[PermanentInk]

must be a titan then was my first fight and then i fought like 9 more even a the dread gian cave spider ( i was never alone tho )

Maybe a cyclops?

[Blaze]

Started with a female human adventurer with proficient shield and lashing. A quick run to my old fortress to collect a masterwork steel shield and a steel scourge then went out. I ran into a goblin in there, so I lashed it by the head, took him down, then whipped him to death.

The first encounter I run into? A skeletal cougar, I figure I'm literally boned since I'm using a scourge, so I tried to run. My adventurer had other ideas though...

On the first attack, she blocks it, and counters by grabbing it by the head with the whip. I then took it down and proceeded to punch it to death.

It might not be epic in itself, but imagine the battle in your head.

Do adventurers "remember" the last tactic you use? If so, I'm going to keep this.

[Dakk]

Warning: Wall o' text.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

So, yesterday, I was bored yet again. I finished my lawschool homework, and nothing nothing else to do till college. So I get on msn and... Nothing, interesting friends are off, stupid friends are on, so I decided to play around in adventure mode.
The day before, I had tried playing an elven bowman, and had lots of fun actualy, but got killed by a mysterious goblin ranger, so I decided to do it again. And so, Ave Splatteredwind was born.
IRC, Ave started with ptoficient bowman, Skilled wrestler, competent ambusher, competent armor user and swimmer. I'm probably wrong, but it was something along those lines.
Ave started on an elven settlement to the north of the world. I walked around a bit and noticed I had no bow or arrows, but my stats were decent (very strong and agile), which was probably because of my wrestler skill. I decided to travel south, to the human lands were my previous elf had roamed, and sneaked into a town, were I stole myself two quivers filled with iron arrows and an exceptional iron bow with awesome engravings of a named cougar on it. Proud of my new possessions, I decided to take revenge on goblin kind.

So I head north again, but this time towards the evil mountains were the goblins erected several towers. I choose one named Spineplage and commence raiding, but unfortunely, the of that civ are peaceful, but I didn't care, I just wanted to kill some gobbos.
Walking around, Ifind a goblin child and carefully follow her, and she leads me to a goblin bowman, and I exam him from head to toe with me eyes. I start by grabbing the goblin's bow then wrestling it out of his hands, then I start beating him down with my sturdy iron bow, and after some broken bones, I finish him off with an arrow straight to the chest.
I continue north, sneaking, and find nothing more then 2 childs playing around, so I decide to snipe one. The shot pierces the child's shoulder, but then he spots me! Not the goblin child, but a goblin spearmaster who was patrolling nearby, his last name was Incestwatched, and he was pissed.
Thankfully, he was several paces away, so I take my time sniping the two children's legs, causing them to fall over and stop chasing me, but he is pretty agile, so he gets close fast, and I take a shot at him... And it runs his chest through! At that moment I knew I'd have lots of fun.
Fast foward a bit, I enter the tower and kill goblins as I head towards the top level, mostly children. When I get to the top though, I start to feel rather sadistic, I grievously injured some children in my way up, and the annoucement scream told me they were still alive apart from having an Iron arrow stuck in their guts, their organs pierced. Anyway, on the top I could see a goblin spearman and a child in my light of sight. I take a shot at the child, hitting her leg, and she falls over, while the guard charges toward me, so I take a shot at him, hit him in the lower body, piercing multiple organs, and he vomits. Thats when I started to get some sort of sadistic glee out of that stuff.
I slowly head towards the child as the spearman, desperately crawls towards me, trying to stand up. Imagining that the goblin spearman was watching the whole thing, I grab the child by the head and throw her at the ground again, and club her a bit with my bow till she gets some mangled\broken limbs. While she's unable to react, I start gouging her eyes out, while the spearman finally gets up on his feet and shambles closer, close enough to see me gouging her last eye out and dropping her squirming self on the ground, watching her agonize. The spearman gets close enough for an attack, and I graceously dodge it, letting him shamble close again, and then grab his spear, wrestling it out of his hands and throwing it aside.
The odd thing is, the heavy bleeding the child had somehow stopped, and she was now trying to stand up, and failing at it. Feeling even more sadistical, I start clubbing down the spearman a bit, till he gets some mangled legs and a battered chest. Then I decided to grab him by the head, and gouge one of his eyes, only one though, so he can still watch the whole thing, and somehow he also survives his heavy bleeding for long enough for it to stop.
The spearman craws around, ocasionaly giving in to the massive pain and squirming on the obsidian floor, and I leave him a bit to see if theres anyone else around and it turns out there is: A female goblin armorer spots me and charges towards the carnage, but shoot an arrow at her and somehow it breaks her brain and gets stuck in it, and she falls over. I go back to the spearman, now trying to stand up, watching the horribly injured blind child trying to stand up, and prance around him a bit, soon enough noticing the spear I left on the floor, putting away my bow and grabbing it. I slowly walk towards the child, planning to impale it in front of the spearman's one eyes gaze, but to my surprise, the broken headed armorer is now charging at me! "What the hell", I thought, "she was uncounciouss just a minute ago!" So I decide to finish her by throwing the spear at her, which I spectaculary fail at. Then she beats me over the head with a gauntled, getting me uncounciouss, starts beating on me all over, and the spearman craws towards me and smashes my head in with his shield.
I was killed by an armorer with an arrow stuck in her brain and a goblin with several broken limbs, one eye and a heavily wounded lower body including pierced stomack\pancreas, both unarmed.

Also, the blind, heavily wounded child survived.

I've just been remembered of why I love this game.

[Bricks]

Dakk - if you start with wrestling skill higher than weapon skill, you don't get a weapon.  Since wrestling trains so quickly, I usually leave it at least one beneath my weapon/armor/shield skills.  Also, gouging eyes causes heavy bleeding at first, but it tends to stop quickly.  I don't think I've killed even the weakest targets by gouging their eyes, though it can disable anyone more than a tile away pretty badly.

Most of my deaths (apart from the terribly stupid ones) come from my own hubris - I blind, break, maim, and sever, but rarely kill.  Occasionally someone will survive this with enough strength to come back and hold my exhausted adventurer in his LoS, giving every archer in a mile opportunity to start puncturing me while I feebly toss shields and severed heads at my barely-conscious assailant.

[Axe27]

Recently spectacularly failed at attempting to take down an Elven Forest retreat, but I had an awesome moment. So, the first elven child (This is year 4) I attack, I run through immediately. This is the story with the several more who attack me, usually being a quick leg stab, they fall over, followed by a finishing blow-stab. Finally, a bow guard runs up. He shot two arrows at me,which I blocked, and one which cut my knee(Doing nothing). I dodged behind a tree, and played hide and seek with him for a bit, until he got within range, at which point, I started stabbing (Spear human). First stab breaks his hand, so he drops the masterwork bow and starts trying to punch me out. I stabbed around a bit, until I finally ran him through his torso, piercing his right lung and his heart. At this point, I'm thinking that the bow guard is finished, but no. He keeps fighting me, until I ran him through a second time, stabbing him through his heart and right lung again, and getting his liver and his other lung. He finally gave into pain and collapsed, and I stabbed him some more before leaving him to die of his mortal wound.

[JohnLukeG]

I just noticed today that my adventurer has killed over 200 enemies with an arrow sticking out of his left eye-socket. 

[Deon]

This night, I go to a ruin to kill a zombie axelord to complete a quest. I think "well, it's a zombie, so it's slow" so I start to kill hordes of skeletons instead. I lose my hammer by throwing it at a skeleton who tries to kill my companion, because I miss it and the hammer flies in a pond. Then the next thing I see is "Zombie Axe lord hacks you in the head." I've lost an eye and the axe is stuck! I move away and the axe is left in my head. I pull it out and kill the axe lord with 1 hit, decapitating him (although I have no skills in axes). I was heavy bleeding but I've managed to make it to the edge of the map so I was able to exit to the world map and I stayed alive .

[Vester]

Yay for 2D!

[Funk]

removeing a arrow by bruning it out from by leg.

[jocan2003]

I dont know if i cant add my little story as it come from fortress mode, if no ill simply remove it.

It came from a siege were i got backstabbed while most of my military were rushing toward a group of Treant looking pretty and not moving preventing my dwarf to work ouside. ( It is also these treant who blew my floodgate  XD )

Well most of my military go out my fortress and start closing on the treant, while i was watching them i had a message stating my war dog got slain ( i didnt have any dog with my main group so i went back to my fort to see.... 12 ish treant coming from backward...... The time i give an order to my military to fall back to protect the main entrace and hope my trap can slow them down a bit i noticed one of my squad leader who were STILL in the fortress. She went out of the barrack and start rushing the group of 12 all by herself. Cog Otungastesh Abbanbistokkobem Tudrug Hell of a name but she deserve it ( i dont even know what it mean but IT Must be mean )

Anyway she went out started hacking and chopping these treant to kindling with his sword, went in martial trance, treant head and arms leg flying off, 1-2-3-4-5-6 down she got injured left arm lost his shield, kept fighting still in martial trance, 7-8-9-10 died, one of these treant throw her backward about 9 tile away!!! Lot of minor injury some yellow she went back to the slaughter and then the dog i unleashed finaly came to help her and the main military force joined with her. Bamm once again slammed and propeled away 4 tile into a tree this time she werent so lucky lot of major injury and a leg severed due to impack and died in the few second after it.

She managed to kill even more when the dog came and the other main military i didnt see these kill but i just noticed them as you can see in this pic.

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Due to her bravery i can safely say she saved the whole fort by herself by stopping the treant advance before its too late. This gal tomb got a nice gold floor and platinum statue with a few armor stand weapon rack and chest to commemorate her bravery.

Just for the curious here her personality pretty funny hehe.

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[wehll]

Cog Otungastesh Abbanbistokkobem Tudrug Hell of a name but she deserve it ( i dont even know what it mean but IT Must be mean )

It translates to Cog Shockcudgel Constructhairytrouble.

Hairy trouble indeed...

[Igfig]

My current adventurer, the dwarf Obok Meatgod, is pretty awesome.

About midway through his adventuring career he found his way to the mythical fortress of Headshoots (yes, that Headshoots) and picked up some adamantine armour and enough adamantine weapons to fill a dwarven backpack.

Of course, he never actually uses those weapons.  Adamantine kills things too quickly.  He prefers to take his time, get to know his opponent before he kills it.  He uses a cheapo copper war hammer he picked up in a human town.  It takes him forever to kill anything.  But that's okay.  That's better.  That's terrifying.

He's gotten a bit of a reputation for killing giants, you see.  Everywhere he goes, somebody wants him to kill a giant for them.  He does it with gusto.  They're so big that his little tiny hammer can barely hurt them at all.  But please note--the operative word here is "barely".

He once spent a week visiting a cave in which there lived seven giants.  Each day, he would come in, track down each of the giants, and beat it to the point of unconsciousness.  Since he was using his tiny hammer, 90% of his hits did nothing at all.  Of those that did hit, 90% only caused light gray wounds.  Each day, he beat each of the giants down by about a full colour-change over their entire body.  Their unconsciousness wasn't from organ failure or body explosion or anything, just pain and sustained light bleeding and exhaustion and nausea.

Of course, it being impossible to dish out the wounds perfectly evenly, each of them ended up with a few more broken bones each day.  Not too much in any one sitting, but over the course of the week they started to add up.  Each time I fought them, they were just a bit more crippled than before.  Slowly, steadily, I battered them into submission.

By the fourth day, the giants turned and ran away when I tried to engage them.  By the fifth day, none of them could run any more because they all had multiple broken legs.  By the sixth day, they were reduced to just flailing weakly with one or two limbs.  On the last and final day, none of them lifted a finger against me as I slowly and purposefully battered through their stupidly thick skulls and grayed out their brains at last.

Maybe it was the spinal injuries talking.  Maybe it was the fact that every bone and joint in their bodies were broken to the point of unusableness.  But I like to think that--just maybe--I had beaten them into a state of despair so profound that, when death finally came to them, they welcomed it with open arms.

[jocan2003]

Interesting story, a sadistic dwarf who love beating and only beating giant not really killing

[Slash Harkiri]

being bored of being able to survive decently well so far in the game, i decided to start building fortresses in haunted biomes. the very first place i went to was right next to the ocean, a river separated the haunted top half of the map from the rather lovely and calm bottom half, my dwarves (in some holy twist of fate) drove their caravan for the bottom half. about three times a month, the top half is completely covered in human blood that rains from the sky.

its a rather long story, so I've spoilered it for convenience. but dwarf fortress has never been as good as the time it rained something actually useful.

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now, i had been building up the fortress for a decent while, deciding to make a series of above-ground towers, that way if any undead from the haunted half of the map decided to swim the river, they would not be able to get the elevated dwarves, who would then be able to go to town on them with crossbows.

every single wave of monsters which shambled their way from the north generally kept to their own, couple of dogs would scare people off on the border, but never swim across or attack, i suppose the river couldn't be crossed.

now this is where Armok decides to be a dick.

from that point onward, not one, not two, but EVERY SINGLE WAVE of creatures that came from the north were undead Ravens. how can they be bad you may ask? at this point the towers were not complete, being walkways without any walls. the ravens would systematically knock dwarves off the side and then feast on them when they broke a leg or two after hitting the floor.

now my crossbow-dwarves hadn't been working for a fair while, and most of the ravens only died from having their wings ripped off while on the walkways or by sheer luck. eventually a crossbow-dwarf got his shit together and actually killed one of the buggers before he could cross the border. it rained blood again shortly after.

the raven promptly stood back up and flew towards our fortress, only to be shot again after flying outside of the rain. slightly suprised as this was my first time dealing with haunted weather, i paid more attention to alive creatures walking around the top half.
i noticed a badger getting soaked in the human blood for quite some time, and suffering no ill effects from it whatsoever.
the second it died during the rain from a hunters bolt however, it resurrected into a zombie

*lightbulb!*

...this map could turn anything that was caught in its rain as long as it was dead, and could constantly revive creatures that would be slain, the potential for abuse was so intense that i dropped all other projects just to set to work.
my map had already been attacked by goblins a few times, and every time almost the entire melee squad was brutally killed, save the commander. she was the only one who had any training in actual combat before, having been chief raven-slayer.

so i did the only normal thing that a dwarf would do. I built a gigantic Colosseum in the middle of the blood-rains and stocked it with as many corpses as i could.

every third month or so, BloodScreams The Armoured Fortress of Hatred gathers to watch its glorious military fight for the entertainment and training they so desperately need, and to appease their Glorious god Armok, so that the world may continue another year. sometimes special three-way brawls are held whenever goblin raids are foolish enough to wander into the cage trap-lined streets of the majestic fort.

Dwarf fortress has never been as fun as the time i lucked out and had the t-virus rain from the sky.

[Freshmaniscoolman]

being bored of being able to survive decently well so far in the game, i decided to start building fortresses in haunted biomes. the very first place i went to was right next to the ocean, a river separated the haunted top half of the map from the rather lovely and calm bottom half, my dwarves (in some holy twist of fate) drove their caravan for the bottom half. about three times a month, the top half is completely covered in human blood that rains from the sky.

its a rather long story, so I've spoilered it for convenience. but dwarf fortress has never been as good as the time it rained something actually useful.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

now, i had been building up the fortress for a decent while, deciding to make a series of above-ground towers, that way if any undead from the haunted half of the map decided to swim the river, they would not be able to get the elevated dwarves, who would then be able to go to town on them with crossbows.

every single wave of monsters which shambled their way from the north generally kept to their own, couple of dogs would scare people off on the border, but never swim across or attack, i suppose the river couldn't be crossed.

now this is where Armok decides to be a dick.

from that point onward, not one, not two, but EVERY SINGLE WAVE of creatures that came from the north were undead Ravens. how can they be bad you may ask? at this point the towers were not complete, being walkways without any walls. the ravens would systematically knock dwarves off the side and then feast on them when they broke a leg or two after hitting the floor.

now my crossbow-dwarves hadn't been working for a fair while, and most of the ravens only died from having their wings ripped off while on the walkways or by sheer luck. eventually a crossbow-dwarf got his shit together and actually killed one of the buggers before he could cross the border. it rained blood again shortly after.

the raven promptly stood back up and flew towards our fortress, only to be shot again after flying outside of the rain. slightly suprised as this was my first time dealing with haunted weather, i paid more attention to alive creatures walking around the top half.
i noticed a badger getting soaked in the human blood for quite some time, and suffering no ill effects from it whatsoever.
the second it died during the rain from a hunters bolt however, it resurrected into a zombie

*lightbulb!*

...this map could turn anything that was caught in its rain as long as it was dead, and could constantly revive creatures that would be slain, the potential for abuse was so intense that i dropped all other projects just to set to work.
my map had already been attacked by goblins a few times, and every time almost the entire melee squad was brutally killed, save the commander. she was the only one who had any training in actual combat before, having been chief raven-slayer.

so i did the only normal thing that a dwarf would do. I built a gigantic Colosseum in the middle of the blood-rains and stocked it with as many corpses as i could.

every third month or so, BloodScreams The Armoured Fortress of Hatred gathers to watch its glorious military fight for the entertainment and training they so desperately need, and to appease their Glorious god Armok, so that the world may continue another year. sometimes special three-way brawls are held whenever goblin raids are foolish enough to wander into the cage trap-lined streets of the majestic fort.

Dwarf fortress has never been as fun as the time i lucked out and had the t-virus rain from the sky.

What a necro...