In his grief and mourning, Stuvok opened his heart to the spirits of the dead. In the months that followed, the floors were carved with graven images of his follow brethren. And of the handful who remained of this once great fortress, few were willing to do anything at all, except the only other remaining dwarf of the founders: the engraver Sil. Several dwarves commit suicide in this dark hour. Only when he ran into his workshop and was locked in did his rage abate. His sorrow was felt by the surviving clan as he tore through them one by one unopposed. And he had just lost his wife Doken (another of the starting 7) to the demon Ashmalice. He was a monster of a dwarf that all dwarves aspired to be. He was an ex-miner turned blacksmith of legendary status. Even more so when Stuvok lost his mind with rage. Though no dwarf was alive on that side of the map, or able to reach it to pull the lever, my friend had bought the dwarves much needed time, though when Ashmalice made himself known all seemed futile. Luckily (and cleverly) my friend had built his fortress in such a way that if any large section had collapsed, then all escape routes would lead out into the wilderness and on a path far from the fortress and defensible by collapsing the ceiling via lever to flood seawater into the tunnel. Not even a panicked redirection of the river into the lower levels was enough to staunch the influx of demons, only enough to slow them long enough for the major walkways to be collapsed to buy some precious time. Ill equipped to deal with the threat immediately, the population of the Hamlet began dropping exponentially. Within an hour my friend’s fortress was besieged by a nearly unending horde of demonic horrors. And his dwarves paid the price when a miner unearthed a glowing pit deep below the dungeons carved into the mountain. Having many legendary carvers and warriors my friend grew lax in his defenses. Many many immigrants had arrived over the years and times were good for the dwarves. Not only had he existed in the prehistory of the fort, but he had over 550 kills – which included 2 entire tribes of goblins, a handful of elves, and a terrifying amount of dwarves… one of whom was the king of the mountain-homes.įast forwarding to the present time, major construction was underway of the fort. And his name was Ashmalice.Īshmalice was a fire demon of legendary status. Sure there would be caravans and immigrants and occasional (though unusually rare) sieges, but there was a dark and DEADLY secret buried beneath the hills. Having started as your standard fortress, the Hamlet of Tyranny was uneventful by /tg/ standards. Before you hear the end of the story, you will have to hear the beginning as relayed to me by my friend. On it was the largest demon invasion I’ve ever seen.
As I stepped into his room he motions me to quickly check out his monitor. So it happens neckbeards flock around neckbeards, and he was currently deep into a game of Dwarf Fortress. I was visiting a friend of mine earlier today.
Originally from /tg/, a 4chan gaming board.
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