They keep demanding a worthless quail bone bracelet, menacing with spikes of dolomite, and I hold my ground.
The furnaces with course with the metal of their melted armor, and the rivers shall run with goblin blood… and hallways because DF is weird with water pollutants.
Sounds like a real advice for Dwarf Fortress player
They keep demanding a worthless quail bone bracelet, menacing with spikes of dolomite, and I hold my ground.
The furnaces with course with the metal of their melted armor, and the rivers shall run with goblin blood… and hallways because DF is weird with water pollutants.