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- A damn elf turned into a weretortoise right in the middle of my tavern. It wasn't too bad until I sent my military to deal with a Bard that had been bitten, causing a massive brawl.
- Authentic friendship experience
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- Suya, Ostrich Woman vs Haresbane, Hare man - DFGT VI
- Rimtar Ultershoråst
- Who let my home civ watch Zootopia?
- Jake "The Shadow's Edge" Scott's Arrival
- Some dwarf fort drawings. Description of the images in the captions.
- [DF:Gladiator Tournament VI] Tales From the Hub: Part 1
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| Authentic friendship experience Posted: 18 Jul 2021 03:03 AM PDT
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| Posted: 18 Jul 2021 08:21 AM PDT So. The brackets have been announced. I got in. Guess I should be happy. Thought I'd feel more happy than this but. I don't know. Suddenly. It feels real. I am actually here. I have to actually fight. Against other creatures from all over the world. Creatures much bigger than I am, creatures with armour and shield and a weapon. Blunt or bladed. Doesn't much matter in the end. I've got nothing but my speed, my ferocity and my bite. Felt so confident when coming here. Felt so confident when arguing with the matriarch and the others back in my burrow and now. Feels that they might have been right. Maybe we're not supposed to be ones to fight with other creatures. Maybe it is best to keep our fighting to ourselves, to our bouts and for emergencies. In the end, it might be just as the matriarch said, we might be meant to run and to hide rather than to fight and to defend. I shouldn't allow these thoughts get to me. I know what I am here to do and even if I might have boasted I don't think I am really here to prove them anything. Nor to myself. I am here for myself. For fighting. I twitch my head to the side and stand on my feet and point my ears at the direction the dwarf is walking towards me. I relax a bit when he gets in front of me and kneels a bit Don't think I've ever seen a bun fight here. The dwarf stands up and walks away. I still say everything so confidently yet. I don't feel it. Have to push past it. Just as you have to push past the pain and exhaustion. Cannot give in. They're just emotions. Have to focus. I shift my body on the hay they gave to me. Saddly I am not allowed to burrow here. Maybe I should have asked the dwarf if they could have helped me with that. It's awfuly noisy and everythings happening everywhere constantly and one cannot relax. Constantly alert and jumpy. Maybe I'll go practice a bit. [link] [comments] | ||
| Suya, Ostrich Woman vs Haresbane, Hare man - DFGT VI Posted: 17 Jul 2021 03:55 PM PDT
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| Posted: 17 Jul 2021 04:04 PM PDT
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| Who let my home civ watch Zootopia? Posted: 17 Jul 2021 09:22 PM PDT
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| Jake "The Shadow's Edge" Scott's Arrival Posted: 17 Jul 2021 09:42 PM PDT Part 1: Jake "The Shadow's Edge" Part 1 Jake "The Shadow's Edge" Scott Tournament Gladiator Jake felt his feet howl after each step he took towards the arena. His clothes were tattered and torn apart from his long journey, his redshirt was makeshift into a headscarf to stop the sweat the poured down his brow. His pants were fashioned into underwear, as his previous pair were worn beyond serviceable means. Jake's wooden katana is no longer a tool for death but is now utilized as a walking stick as Jake gripped the hilt tightly and pushed forward towards the registration table. Jake stumbled when he finally reached his destination. Thirst and hunger engulfed his thoughts as the rations he had so carefully prepared had run empty a couple of days prior. He leaned forward to catch his breath and heard the dwarf clear his throat. "Are you registering for the tournament?" The dwarf asked with one eyebrow raised from either disbelief or confusion from the peculiar sight before him. "Y-y-yes... I.. Am... Registering..." Jake wheezed the response as he shifted his weight onto his katana. He felt his sword strain from his weight and began to splinter and buckle. Jake reflexively tried to save his katana, but his sword broke in two as he fell upon it. His heart dropped, feeling shame and embarrassment engulf him as tears began to flow freely. Jake sat up and sobbed quietly as he gripped his katana in his hands, gripping it within his calloused palms. "Name?" The dwarf held his quill pen to the parchment, unmoved by the scene. "Jake... The Shadow's Edge... Scott..." Jake replied hoarsely. With no motivation to continue, he remained sitting on the dirt. His thoughts raced about, with regret and resentment to everyone that had pushed him to this point. The dwarf side-eyed the panda man and cleared his voice to catch his attention. "We provide weaponry and equipment if you need it." He motioned towards the armory within the arena with a slight nod of his head. Jake's eyes shot up, excited that the LARP event would provide supplies and equipment. "R-R-Really? Over there?" Jake stood up and pointed to where the dwarf had nodded. "Yes, I just need you to tell me what you require. A certain allotment is given to each participant so no one fights bare-handed unless they do so by request." The dwarf began to scratch more upon the parchment, knowing the panda man will have need no doubt. "What do you request?" "A sword, fitting for my skill." Jake reached into his back pocket and unveiled his folded Wizards and Warlocks character sheet for his character. He placed it in front of the dwarf who looked upon the paper in bewilderment. The dwarf's eyes darted back and forth as he read what was barely discernible, and looked up to Jake slowly with a raised eyebrow. "A.. Sam-or-aye?.." The dwarf slowly pronounced, an echo to his confusion. "Well, there are all kinds of swords in the armory. I'm sure you'll find what you need." He looked back to his parchment and scratched furiously upon it. Jake plucked his character sheet from the table, folded it back up, and placed it securely within his back pocket. He moved to the side and attempted to peek at the other listed contestants, seeing unfamiliar names, some unremarkable for the setting of Wizards and Warlocks. "Can I see the other participants' character sheets? I need to prepare before my first bout." He said as he walked to the opposite of the table, the dwarf huffed and rolled up the parchment. "No one sees, the brackets will be shown shortly." The dwarf stood from his chair and shouldered past Jake who winced. "Is that so?.." Jake frowned, his feet stirred for attention as he followed the dwarf closely behind. Fortune favored him as another dwarf with hammer and nails begun to hang this year's list of participants but was stopped by the same dwarf that had registered Jake just mere moments ago. With a side glance and sly smile, the dwarf was seen to make last-minute adjustments and hammered in the final nail into the wall. Jake approached as did the other contestants, and saw his name beside another that was scratched away. He blinked, his excitement began to boil his blood as he hollered with exhilaration because he was IN! He looked to the other contestants and with confidence flashed a smug grin as they were all beneath him in both size and skill. He snapped from his ego and looked to the bracket one more time to find the name of his opponent. "Borm?.. of the South?" Jake said out loud and looked about to see who this opponent was. He ran to the dwarf from the registration table and yelled for his attention. "Hey! Dwarf! Who is Borm of the South?" Jake yelled, catching the dwarf's attention whose lips curled revealing an evil grin. "Why, a strong Polar Bear Man, a self-proclaimed "Son of a King of the Arctic". A strong son of a bitch who carries a deadly great axe that will no doubt best you in the arena." The dwarf laughed followed by the dwarf who hammered in the bracket. Jake felt his stomach sink as gripped his hands into a fist as his glare sent daggers to the dwarves heart, but was unmet by them both as they walked away. "I'll beat Borm because I'm the best Wizards and Warlocks LARPer anyone has EVER seen!" He shouted with defiance and ran towards the armory, eager to claim his weapon for the upcoming fight." [link] [comments] | ||
| Some dwarf fort drawings. Description of the images in the captions. Posted: 17 Jul 2021 12:39 PM PDT
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| [DF:Gladiator Tournament VI] Tales From the Hub: Part 1 Posted: 17 Jul 2021 04:28 PM PDT The dwarf peered over his spectacles at the man standing before him. "Dr. Nathan Harrison, is that correct?" "Yes, sir," Nathan replied. He'd seen the billboards for the tourney ever since Jeremias arrived, announcing it every year. Anyone was allowed to participate. Nothing said people from other worlds was allowed - in fact, last year, two people had done just that. Adrinna Castator. Jeremias' friend, cut down in battle. He hoped he wouldn't suffer the same fate. The second was a Roman legionary from some alternate Earth, which wasn't on the list of dimensions XEDRA had visited. Oh, how he would have loved to travel there.... The dwarf coughed, drawing his attention. "Hub 036? Not much about that place, except that it belches smoke like a hiccuping dragon." God , Nathan thought, he looked so odd in his brown-and-navy jumpsuit, with the patch on his shoulder. Were people staring at him? They certainly did when the Hub's wood-gas vehicles rolled into town for errands. Very few of this world's natives had seen a car before. "Well, you're certainly on for the tourney!" the dwarf exclaimed, giving an extremely firm handshake. "Though I thought they'd wait a while before sending people; most settlements do. You're a scholar, I take it?" "Yes, of materials. Specifically, adamantine." Upon hearing this, the dwarf's eyes went wide. "WHAT? Say, laddie, you're joking!" "No! Of course. Do you know of Adrinna Castator?" The dwarf hummed. "She was a traveler from a dead world, they say. Why, you like her?" "Yes," Nathan replied. "My people were sent to this place for the purpose of building civilization here. In fact, she and my people hail from the same world." The dwarf just stared. "I... I cannot fathom what it must be like, to lose everything like that." "Have you?" Nathan asked. "Everyone you ever knew, dead? I can't even go back home to stand in its ruins! That would give me closure." The dwarf muttered something to himself, before smiling. "Armok guide your axe, Dr. Harrison! All done now. Get yourself some armor from the stall over there," he added, passing a small pouch of coins over. "There's your equipment fund so you don't have to dig into the savings account." Nathan took the small pouch with a warm smile. He picked up some various armor and tried them on with the aid of some attendants. Eventually, he settled on a bronze breastplate and matching gauntlets. leaving the Arena with his gear in a canvas backpack, he set off towards the Hub. Hopefully no-one would mind if he went into town during his coffee break... * Alan Redi, the security chief, stood with a spear and pistol in hand. The gunpowder manufacturing facilities were working well, at least. "Where have you been?" he asked. "Oh, in the next town over." "Why travel to that place? We have much more here!" "I was just experiencing this world's history first hand!" "Speaking of which, the tournament's up. We've got a few guys ready to go. Not you, sorry; you've got research to do. Get back to your post." Nathan gave a small nod. They would not know what had happened until the tournament began. He'd have to keep his purchase safe from prying eyes until then. * The fire-axe felt unnaturally heavy in his hands. Nathan crept through the corridors in the cover of night back to his room. It was perfect. Finding the axe was a challenge; it had to be hidden away so no one would investigate. He had almost cut himself breaking the security case's glass, and it was a miracle the alarm didn't trigger. It was kept in a locked safe, along with the breastplate and gauntlets. Hopefully they'd be all he needed, he thought, getting into bed. A heartbeat later, sleep took him. [link] [comments] |
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