I love the fantastic narratives Dorf Fort makes for us, this one in particular you could genuinely write into a story or rpg and it'd be a beloved character.
dwarf fortress fucks so hard. my current fort has an occasional patron who is an 86 year old owl lady named 'the frozen one' who spent the first couple of years just perching in trees and watching my dwarves. a two headed fire breathing ettin came to lay siege to the place before I had a proper military established, and while I was freaking out trying to lock doors she just. floated down and tore him in half. when I checked her inventory, all she had was a plain brown dress, socks, shoes, and a pair of gloves. she just ripped him down the middle like a phonebook with her bare talons.
later while checking out other visitors I discovered that almost every bard in the fortress had been her apprentice at some point. eventually she came inside to check out the taverns, and now she just sits around watching performances and getting into arguments about them, feeling nothing. I love her so much.
Tools, with Illustrations!
The first hole a kobold will make is a small burrow in the soft loam or sand. They use their tough nails to dig a hole big enough to sleep in, and hide in. Familys and tribes will make a burrow-village of connected tunnels.
Next the kobold will find a suitable strong rock, one that can be knapped like flint, and they will break a sharp line along one side to give it an edge. This tool can be used and made when there is little to no wood or metal available, and whilst heavy and not the most effective, it can break down materials the kobolds nails cannot or would take months of scratching to achieve.
If metal and wood are available, the kobold can start to make mining and digging tools that humans and dwarves would recognise. Crude and humble they may be, with shafts of bone and heads of scrap copper, but they perform their task well.
Smallfry is always a good time to doodle. Smallest possible boy.
Despite the Golden Tuber's immensity and power, it is lodged firmly in the earth and cannot move its vast bulk. Lo, it has transformed its most faithful into rooty forms than can enact its will upon the people!
Bits and pieces of the old Orthadoxy and Pagan beliefs are stirred into the starchy stew that is the new faith, sometimes literally as these priests can give themselves bodily unto their parish. More than one proselytiser has ended up in their followers bellies to sate the unnatural hunger that pervades the lands.
WoD’s Demon: the Descent took this idea and made a really interesting game with it. It has more in common with the Matrix than Supernatural and the many takes on faustian bargins and trying to blend in with humanity as a kind of celestial-robot running off the tracks are brilliant!
the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they’re mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and “happy” to fill it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.
The endlessly endearing Mr. Mub Mub, as voiced by the irrepressibly energetic @baronharkonnen (SpeakerD)
I love how genuinely alien the Xenians and other aliens are in half-life, from their biology to their mannerisms to their speech quirks. SpeakerD does a fantastic job of conveying the true alien grasp of social interactions in a way that is both funny and very empathetic.
The species in HL also have some interesting means of making art too, which is what I tried to get at here. I like to think if Mubby wanted to make a self portrait, it would look a little like this.
Experimenting with some stuff on Procreate.
For the longest time I thought Estus was some kind of potion, probably made of undead special juice. Turns out its basically liquid fire of some kind, which explains why it refills at bonfires!
Itsa me!
Ed is Ash, my beloved twink/scemo multiclassing husband; @xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx
Food is caloric input that goes in my tummy.
Vidja Gaem is visual stimulus that tickles the eyesballs.
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