Dwarf Fortress Short Forts: Skullhorror, 1, Fetid Tundra
In those lands of fetid frost where corpses roam and none lie dead Not man nor elf nor goblin found. Only dwarven boots dare tread. A wicked shriek of icecrisp wind blows past those wretched ones corpseborn and on it rides a melody. Skullhorror s voice, it s fabled horn. Thanks to the BEST colorizer around: Mrs. Kruggsmash A HUGE thanks to all of my patrons, without whom I would not be doing these videos right now And of course, special thanks to the creators of this beautiful, complex madness: Tarn
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