They had only just gotten across and into the trade depot when goblins suddenly attacked! The bridge was retracted and a fierce battle broke out. Horrified, the elves warily crossed the bridge under the watchful eyes of the several crossbow-wielding guards on the parapets. A single tower stood surrounded by a deep moat, its only access point a retracting drawbridge. Chimneys emerged from the soil and spewed forth clouds of nauseating miasma. That right there should have been enough to get them to turn back, but they pressed on.Īs they emerged from the riverbank, they saw that the land had been clear-cut: trees had been replaced with endless fields of stone stockpiles. They arrived on the frozen riverbanks of the southeastern river, only to find that it was lined with the rotting corpses of unicorns. The best thing to do now was do their trading and get out. This time, however, I can only imagine that they were so traumatized by what they saw when they arrived that they felt it was already too late. Now, normally, these guys are douchebags about our cutting down trees. It was a beautiful enchanted land when we found it, but this was not to last.Ībout a year into settling the fort, we got our first elvish caravan. The first thing to do was find a location, so what better place than the happiest, most joyous and magical woods I could find? We struck the earth in an area that had clouds of giggling pixies, stumble-bumbling fluffy wamblers, and even mysterious, fabled unicorns. I would build a fortress that deserved to fall.Īnd, by Armok, did this fortress deserve to fall.
With Wildnesspaged, however, I thought I would take a different approach.
Or maybe I'll just piss off the elves from the get-go. Maybe I'll settle near a volcano, or maybe in the most hostile, haunted, terrifying marsh I can find. Most of the time, when I create a fortress, I decide to make it challenging.
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