FORT BALLSACKS (A DF succession game for the HnH forums)

[Orcling]

Thats some rotten luck Zou had, really now. Titans composed of fire or gas or miasma are "unkillable" except with a cave in(Since they are building destroyers, they just deconstruct any drawbridges trying to smash them). Lucky the thing burned itself dead.

Those goblins had a Jabberer with them if I guessed the icon right. Those things rip even dwarves in steel armor apart.

Rotten luck, really.

Edit: I just saw the titan was a blob, too. Composed of fire. So combine a invulnerable body(aside from its wings it had no bodyparts ye could cut off) with the most fortress wrecking material, yeah. You have rotten luck, such rotten luck.

[MagicManICT]

Blame WatsonX. He picked where to start the fortress

I had a bronze colossus show up the very first season it could not long after I started playing and only afterward found out the only way to deal with it was to magmafy it or use the cage trap trick.

I thought you could kill those titans with archery units. You just had to be careful to keep them out of range of any fireballs and such, or is it the same issue as with the sponges? I've had forgotten beasts like this, but they usually blow themselves up pretty quickly.

[DDDsDD999]

EDIT
A LIST OF ELECTED LEADERS(current leader in bold):
WatsonX
Questman
Zou
Phaen
EyeOfRa
Robertzon
Orcling
MagicManICT
Popfor
DDDsDD999
WitchKiller34
shotgunn902
(Thanks Zou)

Wut

[Mateusz_Zboj]

Phaen come on. Half the forum is waiting for you...

[Orcling]

Blame WatsonX. He picked where to start the fortress

I had a bronze colossus show up the very first season it could not long after I started playing and only afterward found out the only way to deal with it was to magmafy it or use the cage trap trick.

I thought you could kill those titans with archery units. You just had to be careful to keep them out of range of any fireballs and such, or is it the same issue as with the sponges? I've had forgotten beasts like this, but they usually blow themselves up pretty quickly.

It is the same issue as with sponges, though you can't airdrown blobs. And you cant kill colossi with archers, only cutting weapons to lop off one limb at a time so they fall down and it's possible to cut off the head.
And don't blame poor Watson, it was just.. bad luck.

[WatsonX]

EDIT
A LIST OF ELECTED LEADERS(current leader in bold):
WatsonX
Questman
Zou
Phaen
EyeOfRa
Robertzon
Orcling
MagicManICT
Popfor
DDDsDD999
WitchKiller34
shotgunn902
(Thanks Zou)

Wut

Are we following in the boatmurdered tradition of naming a dwarf after a previous leader each reign?

I figured you wanted a turn since you said we. I'll change it though.

Blame WatsonX. He picked where to start the fortress

Haha Luckily I didn't embark in the first spot I picked. I think the surronding area of Ballsacks is Calm, it was going to be Haunted.

[shotgunn902]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Wi8Fv0AJA4

[Phaen]

Hey,

I took notes while I played. I'll be posting my story after I get some sleep!

I didnt have time to finish the whole year... it was a pretty busy week for me sorry

[Phaen]

Prince Motri never wanted to be king of anything. All he wanted was to sit at home and daydream while gazing out of the castle's only window. Occasionally, he would be inspired to write a poem or song to be accompanied by a lute. But father would have none of that. "Prancing about is for elves, not dwarves!" Father insisted.

"But Father!" whined the future king.

"You are to have leadership experience and that is final." Once Father's mind was made up, Motri knew he could do nothing to change it. The next day, Father asked around for any openings and Fort Ballsacks struck him as a name befitting of the masculinity he wished upon his son.

~~~~

Motri arrived to find Fort Ballsacks unappealing. Half of the infrastructure was outdoors, arranged in a tasteless manner. He ordered a new room or two carved out underground and then spent some time in the dining room asking the locals what dangers await. Motri's eyes grew wide with fear as stories of goblins escaped their lips. He ordered a ceiling on the courtyard and fortifications at the entrance to protect from archers. The masons merrily picked up the task.

Just as Motri was about to order some cage traps, a creature appeared on the horizon:



Very scary indeed. Motri raced to the barracks, interrupting the sparring dwarves. He waved his arms over his head and pointed at the Titan. The only sounds he could utter were squeaks of terror. The hammerdwarves rolled their eyes at him and marched outside to meet the Titan. The battle began on top of the refuse pile.


(Q is the titan)

The squadron landed a few good hits on His Kindliness, but their shields constructed of baby flesh would not hold forever. The titan's tail and four feet were all reduced to stumps, but not before he could kick in the skull of a fallen marksdwarf or two.

At this point, while he huddled in the corner of the barracks with a few other dwarves, Motri heard a familiar instrument. "Trumpets? There isn't a single trumpet in this fortress," Motri thought to himself. "So who could that be?"

A peek outside filled Motri with hope. It was an Elven Caravan was making it's way over a distant hill. "Maybe they could join our defense!" But his joy was dampened a bitwhen he witnessed the Marsh Titan grabbing a hammerdwarf by the left arm, snapping that arm in two, and hurling the dwarf headfirst into a ditch where he was killed instantly upon landing. The rest of his hope was extinguished when it became clear the elves had no interest in saving anyone from the titan. As soon as they caught sight of the beast, they set up camp and waited out the battle.

And wait they did - Elf and Dwarf alike. For seven days and six nights the battle raged on. All the while, the beast was making slow and steady progress towards the center of the courtyard. It was so close to the staircase, in fact, that the civilians were too afraid to use it. Only three dwarves were underground at the moment. Half the population was cowering inside the barracks, and the remaining were wandering outside. Shut out of their own fortress by fear.

It was the absolute worst time for the goblins to ambush.

(to be continued - still writing)

[EyeOfRa]

I'd like to pass on my turn due too a lack of time.