Let's Play Dwarf Fortress - Skeletal WHAT?!

[PyrosNine]

Diary of suspiciously tall and unbearded Noble ruler, Pyros Nine.

Day ???, Location: ???

Cannot find the new mountainhome called "Workgill." No longer care about adamantine. Cold. So cold. Undead, goblins, and godless killing machine bears everywhere. We are beginning to suspect her royal highness's plan "to go ahead and see if it's safe, then send safe directions" was an elaborate ruse to lose Us on some Armokforsaken mountain in the middle of...wherever the hell We are. Our stewards are all dead, eaten by bears, strange slimes, and in one instance, a horrible bridge related accident. Damn them, damn all the bridges! What fools bridgebuilders be, creating something so powerful, without thinking of the long-reaching effects!

...It is a miracle We have survived for so long.... Our provisions are running low.

Day: 3 days after previous, "Weyard."

Armok be praised! We have stumbled upon three travelers also lost in the winter snows, two elves accompanied by a half-ling. Or at least, they claim to be elves. They went on to debate this point in front of Us for a good hour or so about reclusive mountain villages and 'Psynergy', but all the while We worried that the half-ling was kept as emergency rations, being quite small and yet full of tender meat.

Their manner of speech is quite troubling, and much of what they say is nonsensical, but what troubles Us most is their description of the land and it's title of "Weyard." One look at their map tells Us that We are not even on the right continent. We fear her royal haneous told Us to take the wrong turn at the dwarven outpost of Alb-urist-urque, so to speak.

Hmm.. Our newfound possibly elven friends seem to be alarmed about something-Oh. A bear is gnawing at my numb, frostbitten, and possibly lifeless right leg. It would seem prudent to put down my pen..no, never mind, the tallest one blew it into chunks with a blast of fire. I believe that if they are indeed elves, then that one is an acceptable elf, and much better than all those flaming clowns I keep hearing about.

We put down Our pen now because the soothing flame now engulfing the better portion of Our body endangers this parchment, and We are beginning to regain most painful sensations in the lower bodu./-----------------------*smudge*

Leaderly Voice: Y'know, I think there's something called "friendly fire", and maybe you should start looking into it.

Firebrand Voice: Well, you have to admit that fire is awfully friendly.

Halfling Voice: My goodness Mr. Fred-o, I think I can see Imil over that hill!