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The peasant dwarf II?
The original plan was to help out in the peasant-dwarf thread but it turned into this instead.
the peasant dwarf > http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=117972.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=117972.0)
As for the story itself it'll work simillarly to the Peasant dwarf even though since it's me there'll be no limitaions considering gore, sex, drugs and you know that kinda stuff.
The (at the moment unnamedNerin) main-character loses his mind early on in the story resulting in that any suggestions for the next chapter will be taken into consideration. For an example something like throwing your excrements at the mayor is just as acceptble as engaging in a political discussion with him.
If there are more then one suggestion I'll make an effort to try and combine them. :)
^^^ This has pretty much been replaced by voting^^^
Well then, I'd appreciate any sort of input really, doesn't have to be a suggestion for the next turn but could be something related to the general story-line or just a short word so that I know if someone's reading :P.
(I'm kinda new to drawing but I'll try to make up for it with quantity ;D)
World map+history
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5063152#msg5063152
Aight-
Intro
(a metric shit-ton of useless fluff)
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Growing I was always a lazy child. I guess most kids are lazy but I was particularly apathetic, spending entire days in the hay daydreaming. One could say I enjoyed my own company and that I had little interest in the lives of other dwarfs. That is not to say that I did not have friends...
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Every hour I didn't spend dosing off in a corner somewhere me and my mates were off making trouble trouble in the neighbourhood. Stealing syrup, painting the cats or fckn with old Urist by taking his clothes while he's bathing. Good times.
But as I said-Most of the time I was one hell of a lazy bastard wasting my time thinking, an activity most of my peers only occasionally indulged in.
I guess it's rare for a dwarf to have such an imagination, most of the older dwarves just frowned at my farfetched ideas and aspirations of grand travels and insane inventions. The only ones who would stay and sit through my long and deluded rants were my friends Ilral II, Urist (no not that Urist) and Mora. Ilral was always bit of a clown but when it came down to it he was a really nice dwarf even though he made fun of me for spacing out from time to time. Only time you saw him without a huge grin was when hes father was ill, I can't remeber what it was but he had some sort of incurable disease slowly rottening away his muscles. The story of young Urist wasn't a pleasant one with abusive fosterparents, a clumsy body and a tendency to get picked on my the other dorfs. But he always kept his hopes high believing in a future where he'd have the power to stand up to any of life's many twists and turns. Finally we got Mora, she often seemed very timid in public but among those she knew she was accually very outspoken and probably the one who understood me best.
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But as they say -all good things come to an end.
As the years passed my friends grew older and without their childish spirit we began drifting apart. I'd say it first started when Ilral's father died(Ilral the first), there was noone else who could take his job and before we knew it he spent most of his days down at the farms with the other potashmakers. Soon after that Urist got recruited by the local militia, I guess he chose that path to fulfill his dreams of protecting the weak.
I often comforted myself with the fact that I still had Mora at my side. But I guess it wasn't the same any more. Before I knew it she left to become a liason, she told me I had to grow up, that we werent kids anymore. I tried to argue about how nothing had changed and how we were free to do as we wanted. But it was no use and deep down I knew she was right...
Me, I never found a job, did manage a wheelbarrow once in a while but even that only occured rarely.
I was forever a peasant dwarf...
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My friends didn't forget about me, even though I was looked down upon by a majority of the people in the fort they still kept inviting me to their feasts.
I don't know why they did it. Guilt? Nostalgia? Or maybe they truly did want me there? I'll never know...
My presence at these gatherings was very modest sometimes I even went unnoticed.
In the beggining I kept coming there to see Mora but after a while an obnoxious feeling errupted within me as I saw here with the other dwarves. I assume it was someting like jealousy or envy. Which was absurd, I had never confronted her in such a way so what reason did I have to hate these other dwarves? On top of all I was a fckn peasant - the joke of the entire fort.
As it only brought me sadness and thoughts of a time that was long gone I quit coming.
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On this one faithful morning I did not wake up to the usual sound from the turkeys gobbling but by a distant bell and the faint words of a dwarf shouting-
Greenskins!!!
It was the first time I had heard the bell but I knew damn well what it meant...goblin invasion
When the bell was rung every ablebodied dwarf was supposed to grab sticks and if possible some sharp object and join up with the military.
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But as I approached the door all my strength dwindled down into nothingness. My hands began shaking and my breath got heavier.
Before I knew it I had locked my door and gone back to bed...
I watched a single drop of sweat slowly make its way down the tip of my nose, soon it had reached the edge and fell towards the sheets below. The moment it hit the bed my ears were pierced by a loud scream...
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For hours I sat there with nothing to keep my mind off the horrors on the other side of the door...
When finally the last scream died down I still heard the tasselin' of goblin feet, the shuffelin' of goblin hands and the muffelin' of goblin tongues. Then it became dead silent, a silence I had never experienced before...such strange silence...as if the mountain itself had died.
I waited, in the dark, in the silence, for Armok knows how long. I slowly opened the door... Glaring at every shadowy corner in the hallway...
But the goblins had left.
The fort I had grown up in and lived my entire life in had been turned into a nightmare in just a moment. Everything Killable had been killed, everything rapeable had been raped and everything lootable had been looted...
I couldn't stay here...I quickly scavanged the scraps and pieces that the goblins had missed and set out on a journey...a journey which would probably be my doom.
On the way out I caught a glimpse of Urist's mutilated body in a puddle blood and shit. I hurried my steps to avoid any more unpleasant surprises...
My destination was the faraway land of Silverdrop the largest and most prosperous dwarven outpost second only by the Mountainhome itself. Silverdrop is accually quite an unfitting name for the fort as they have large quantities of gold ore but not as much as a single silvernugget. It all goes back a couple of centuries to a time when the Gray king ruled, being half human and half dwarf he was twice as greedy as any other king and was always expanding his kingdom by sending out new settlers. One of these attempts to find new riches was sending out three expeditions called golddrop, silverdrop, and copperdrop. Copperdrop and Golddrop no longer exist so I'd say it's safe to assume they found nothing of value at their embark locations. Silverdrop was more commonly called Blackgate.
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The road was long and lonely...
Soon the bits and pieces of food I'd managed to scrap together began running out... I was forced to hunt for vermin but most of my meals consisted of beets and roots with the rare addition of some earthworms.
Every night I had horrible nightmares, either caused by the terrifying events or by sleeping under the bare sky...
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I don't know for how long I walked... weeks? months? Years?...
The landscape and weather kept changing around me but as I never stayed in the same place I couldn't tell how long time had passed...
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I was used to being alone...
but...
this constant solitude left me with less and less bearings in reality...
Without others to confirm something's existence how can I know it's real?...
How can I know that I am real?...
What if I died as well....
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I finally reached my goal! The black gates of Silverdrop were truly a majestic sight, even though the handiwork seemed a bit crude it made up for it in shear size. I had been in the wilderness for so long that when I heard voices for the first time in Armok knows how long I reacted by quickly hiding behind a rock.
The voices came from a pack of traveling dwarves, obviously peasants looking for works. I was gonna attempt to approach them but my social skills were so rusty that I failed. Instead I watched the gates open, out of them walked an old dwarf followed my a pack of soldiers. I couldn't understand the entire discussion but it seemed as if the peasants were comfronted with some slavelike conditions and then pushed in by the soldiers...
Just as the gates closed I managed to sneak in, I kept following the peasants and the soldiers but I kept my distance...Could still hear them mumbling about how they wish they could just put the migrants in a big death-arena to get rid of a couple fishcleaners...
Soon they reached some sort of a dormitory...
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The entire place was really dirty and nothing like the other hallways we just came through...
-What a fckn disgrace.
The old dwarf turned around!
Shit, why did say it outloud!?
Luckily I managed to hide just before he looked towards my spot.
Then I quickly hid in a room that said out of use.
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Chapter I
Well, guess I gotta hide in here for a little while. What should I do to pass the time?
Maybe go for a quick nap? haven't slept well since I left home...
Wonder why I have a window? huh...
Perhaps explore the room?
Why am I talking to myself?
Have I really gone mad!?
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Chapter II
The temptation of rest became to great but as I began walking I could hear a faint whispering...
The whisper grew louder as I tread cautiously towards the bed...
Soon it was joined by others, at this point I realised that they weren't real...They came from some dark corner in the depths of my mind...
They screamed orders and demands at me but I tried to ignore it, I even covered my ears which only made it worse as it blocked out the sounds around me leaving me stranded alone with the strange voices...
Some of them were clearly the fruit of my evergrowing insanity, speaking of unimaginable horrors, the most heinous crimes and and one which suggested that it was time for me to go through my final metamorphosis and become a hedgehog...
At the same time there were others which tried to reason with me, speaking of how I should change and how what I should do...
Soon I'd gotten so desperate that I decided to go along with some of the more reasonable tasks.
Maybe that will make them go away?
I reached over towards the chest at the end of the bed... it was clearly locked but after shaking it- it also appeared to be empty-
I went over and opened the cabinet but it appeared to be empty aswell apart from a moldy lump of syrup rost-
There was a small piece of paper jammed under it though...
A map of some kind...
It was a bit hard to read as someone had spillt wine on it but upon closer inspection it was definitely a map of Blackgate, however it seemed to be severly outdated by more then 50 years-
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It was a bit difficult to decipher but...
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This is probably my current location
Seems like there is more than one brewery.
Some sort of marketplace?
The chambers of the Aristocrats, you know dukes, barons, highranking military and that kind of dorfs.
Passed by this place on the way...some sort of baracks
Mines n caves by the look of it
The rest remains a mystery...
The voices woke me from my thinking and sent me up to north wall-
Look through the crack in the wall they told me...
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Fck, dwarven asscrack!
I have to remember to clog that hole at some point.
I hurried over to the next wall and took a look out the window
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Fckn retarded glassdorfs puttin in windows with solid rock walls just an inch away...
On the other hand it might've been some strange mandate.
I picked up the scarf from the floor but it was covered in old snot and blood. The voices however insisted on that I bring it with me.
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They said it looked really good on m...well since they're all part of my subconsciousness I guess I thought it looked really good on me...
As the whispers silenced down one by one I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that tempting piece of wood only a peasant could call bed. But just as I lied down I heard a single muttering still trying to order me around.
Apparantly it wanted me to collect the spiderwebs...
uhhm...
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I was stuck there for so long that I must have fallen asleep. Next morning I managed to break loose and I had to decide what to do next...
Chapter III
As a majority of the voices argued over where we should be heading next some had other plans in mind. The strange one whom had earlier got me into all the trouble with the webs told me that I should dye my beard to hide my identity.
I tried to argue that noone knew what I looked like so what's the point of altering my look in such a way?
But it was determined...
I tried to smear of the blood on my beard but it was too dry to stick, the snot on the other hand got stuck in little lumps..
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Brilliant -____-'
Anotherone tried to cheer me up by suggesting that I smoked the spare sock...
I was just about to say something when I realised how futile it would be to engage in a discussion about such a subject.
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...
If someone saw me now they'd think I was insane. Oh wait...
Chapter IV
The voices finally seemed to settle for a decision, and hearing how it involved going out hunting for a bar I found it quite agreeable-
But before leaving I was told to leave a parting gift...
After a quick look I could confirm that my neighbour was still sleeping...and not wearing any pants...
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I felt a bit guilty after throwing the burning sock in the hole but in the end I guess it couldn't be helped.
After a quick glance on the map I headed north, along the way I noticed quite a few rooms and corridors that weren't marked on the map.
Guess it's a bit outdated a...
!
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-Aye dorfy, uve got some'tin in ya beard.
-Uhhm...
After a quick evaluation I deemed him a non-threat, pretty small, kinda old, possibly retarded and didnt seem very suspicious.
I gave him a quick nod and hurried on further ahead.
As the warden's office appeared in front of me I hesitated for a second, after waiting a couple of minutes I decided to sneak past...
Maybe the old dude with guards is the warden? That would...
!
You there! Yea you filthy elflovin piece of shit!
Come over here n I'll cut ya!
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Just a few inches away there was a barred room containing three prisoners. The first one was a rough-looking dwarf who continuously spewed out threats and insults. The other was tied up goblin in the back of the cage. And lastly there was something that appeared to an elf of some sort...I'd never seen an elf before...But the crying indicated that I was on the right track.
The elf kept claiming his innocence while the dwarf changed tactic and told me that he wouldnt cut me if I let him out...
I didn't like the situation as I already had troubles up to my ears
Perhaps I should move on before things got too complicated.
On the other hand I might be able to get some valueble information out of them...But what if the warden comes back!?
One of the voices went on a rampage, soon it was attempting to make me get into a fight with the cutter-dwarf who insulted my honor...I should hurry up while I'm still in control...
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What should we do? Free them? Fight the dwarf? Keep on moving? Talk?
Chapter V
A power struggle erupted between the minds within my own, Kill them! Free them! Run away!
But one particular idea managed to overtake the rest, it was a strange and complicated plan involving violence, manipulation and plastic surgery.
I tried to hold back as the prisoners frightened me to no end, but as the weakwilled induvidual that I am I failed all my attempts.
I pulled out the heavy cog-wheel from my back-pack...
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and threw it with all my might!
But this is were things didn't really go according to plan...
The attack didn't manage to knock him out...and on top of he went berserk o_o
In all the confusion another voice managed to take command and I began running towards my previous objective.
Behind me I could hear him whaling on the other inmates as they screamed in terror...
uhhm....
I reached the spot where the tavern was supposed to be but...there were only some ordinary living quarters....
!
I heard footsteps coming my way!
They must've been alerted by all the commotion down at the prison...
Due to some quick thinking by one of the vioces I managed to hide in a nearby flowerpot.
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-Aye, Lerak? What's a Not-a-dwarf?
-Hell if I kno' n shuddup will ya.Phew...
Chapter VI
After a couple of minutes of hiding I had grown quite fond of the pot and felt no desire to leave. However I was once again pested by the strange voices, telling me to do this and that. Soon I'd left my newfound but cozy home and set of on a new adventure, wonder what new insanities they've got for me today...
Breaking in to someone's house? Now that's taking it too far! Smoking socks and throwing stuff at criminals is one thing but...these are regular dwarfs with normal lives!
Why do I even try? I muttered followed by a nervous sighing...
The door wasn't even locked so breaking in turned out to be a big success. Time to sneak...
I managed to finda pair of old loafers with holes in them...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
Next up there was a small sack of chestnuts leaned aginst the wall...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
There didn't appear to be anything else around light enough to carry...except for a dead moth...
-Put 'em in your bag.
What!? Why?
Just do it!
well...ok...
Suddently out of nowhere one of the voices started ranting about ways to turn my pipe into potential weapons.
I tried to calm it down but it didn't work at all, soon we were caught up in a heated argument about wether a pipe would make sort of an adequate weapon or not.
Before I knew it I stood there screaming insults at myself...
In someone else's house...
Which I was in the process of robbing...
!
Suddently I hear someone faintly calling from the next room-
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-Are you trying...trying to rob us?
-Uhhm...
Alright....uhhm...gotta think quick...
Chapter VII
-Uhmm....no...
-I was....looking for a...uhhm brewery....
-Oh...
*akward silence commences*
-So... I guess this aint the brewery eh?
-No...
-you're probably lookin' for the Brewstery out back...
-Probably...
-Uhhm by the way...You've got a map I could borrow?
-A what?
-Map. Of the fort.
-So you're a migrant...but then you couldve just talked to the people in charge right?
-Uhhm...
-I think you should leave now.
You're lucky my husband aint home.
-Oh, uhhm...thank you...
-Just go through the back door, but if I ever see your dirty face here again I'm calling the guards!
*I hurried through the door at the back of the house.*
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I ended up in some sort of courtyard surrounded by walls on all sides, mostly the backs of people's residents. The place was well lit with little round lamps here and there luminating the scene with a warm glow. There was a large sign that said-
the Brewstery
If you die from alcohol poisoning you'll get a discount
The warm air was heavy with the scent of the sweetest dwarven rum, the filling aroma of old bitter ale and maybe a hint of vomit. Old memories of the dwarfs natural state of intoxication filled my body, mind and soul. I could feel my desires even in the tips of my toes.
Before I knew it I was halfrunning towards the light and the sign.
Upon entering the area atleast half a dozen heads turned my way, expressions ranged from indifferece or confusion to genuine joy.
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The fat dwarf behind the bar suddently emerges into a jolly laughter followed by a blunt invite.
-Aye! Ye snot-bearded bastard! Get ove'ere n grab yaself a beer for fcks sake! Can't have dorfs standin' round bein' sober up in'ere!
-Can't seey I've seen ya face round these parts befou' matey, you some sort-o migrant o-what?
...
-Well, guess you be one of 'em shy bastards then. Here let me introduce ya ey!
-Everyone! This is ma' new buddy Snotbeard!
-And me I'd be the one n only Brewster he'self! Legendary drunk, proficient womanizer, famous for wrestlin' wild amimals and last but not least proud owner of the last bastion of hope in this god-forsaken hole.
Suddently the tiny dwarf who were sitting upon another dorfs shoulder spoke up with a squeeky voice.
-Womanizer! pfff... You got as much charm as a goat dipped in heated oil and arguably less charisma! And I feel obligated towards your guest here to shine some light on the whole "wrestling situation", by famous he primarely refers to himself and by "wild animals" he means one pig. Yes, a single one!
-Shaddup Onil! You midget-bastard! You slugfaced piece of shit! Lover of elves and donkeys!You...!
Oh sorry, this is Onil the short-
-the bright*
-as i was sayin' he is so small that he always have this clump of dorf with 'im at all times, guess his tiny little legs can't keep up, hehe.
-Clump of dorfs name is Okod, people think he be a mute but he's accually just really slow.
-This guy ove'ere go b'the name-o Razor! Used to be a pirate but now his a fish-dissector or some-tin stupid like dat.
*he slowly nods*
- And the three ladies ove-there at the table be Esmar, Lora 'n Norede. Esmar's the one with the green shirt, she got a feisty temprament 'n a stabbing arm to match. She's accually not too bad if ya catch her on her good side tho. The one with the stupid grin on her face is Lora, she's a bit crazy but I've heard that she's an excellent mechanic. Last one's Norede, ex-military, kinda depressed and probably quite dangerous.
-Here's your beer b'the-way, first one's on the house ey! hehe. Tell me if ya want anotherone. Another ale'll be 3 bucks, 5 for a bit o rum and sometin' more exotic'll cost ya.
I sat there mesmerized by the dark golden liquid in my cup, the lights aroud me disappeared and only the light reflecting from the drinks surface remained. Soon the voices and the laughes started melting together into some sort of backround noise where no words were distinguishable from eachother. Even the voices in my head went silent, don't know if they did it out of respect for the moment or if I blocked them out like everything else...
I slowly lifted the cup, hands shaking from anticipation, as the liquid poured over my lips there was a few moments of sheer extacy. I had never felt so alive in as long as I could remember, it took a lot of willpower to force myself back into reality.
-Dorf at the back of the table is Merud, been drinking all night so dat he'd get the courage to talk wit'em dwarfettes. People wouldn't believe I'd ever say this but I think he drank a tad too much, hehe.
-Well, what's your story matey? Can't just be me talkin' all day, ey.
First of what story will you tell him?
The truth? Make one up? Say nothing?
And what should you do next?
Chapter VIII
I began telling the story of how the outpost Rocklod met its demise, about how I was trapped during the invasion and about how the goblins already had left when I finally managed to dig my way out.
At this point Brewster had already gone through half a barrel of ale and began pouring his third mug of rum.
I countinued with attempting to describe the hardships I had experienced during my many days of traveling, Brewster claimed that it was a 2 week trip for a full expedition with packanimals and seemed suprised that I managed the enitire trip on my own. As I got to the part about Blackgate I attempted to withheld some of the information that could some how compromise my current situation.
Brewster seemed to have read my intentions quite accuratly and began talking about the fort while repeadatly spilling his drinks on me.
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- Aye, that be the warden ya shaw for shure. Ya now that Shilwerdrop ish quite a shucceshful fort arright? Here ya could make a fortune in a week...if ure the right dorf that ish. The richer thish plashe got the more migrantsh came here lookin' for a better life, and shoon there wash too many of em' buggersh. At firsht the nobelsh wanted to do like them shouthern dorfsh, jusht shticking all the migrantsh in a hole with goblinsh and wolvesh and all kinda horrible shtuff. The intershting part 'bout the way 'em shoutern dorfsh do thingsh ish that only one of 'em ish allowed to leave, so letsh say theyve killed all the bad shtuff then they gotta kill eachother eh.
* Brewster misses his mouth and pours a mug of ale into his beard*
-Well...then there wash thish other guy who had a better idea, letsh not washte any good dorfsh who can work! or somethin' he shaid. Hish plan wash to have the migrantsh work for free and givin' them a room and a bit-o food in return, in the end he managed to convinshe the othersh. But his plan washnt perfect...pretty shoon some migranth got mad and started a riot. The guy wash killed in the riot...but thish is where shtuff got bad...before anyone coud react the warden had taken over the whole operathion. Shome even claim he shtarted the riot. With the fortsh garde behind him and a noble title he was untouchable, what more ish that he abushed hish military powersh to forbid the dorfsh under his rule from leavin'.
*To add effect to the last statement Brewster slams the table with his halffull mug, filling the air around us with hundreds of tiny ale-drops.*
Realizing his mistake Brewster throws me a handkerchief that that look like it might've been chewed on by a dog or something. He throws it quite poorly and misses by multiple urists.
As I pick it up from the floor I realize that I've been presented with a golden opportunity to clean my beard, as I manage to scrape off the last piece I quickly shoot a quick stare in Brewster's direction. Seems like he didn't notice.
He also appears to have lost all interest in the story as he is now putting together a complicated drink with as much precision as a miner tunneling under magma, many of the bottles contained liquids which I couldn't even identify. One second he is pouring in some milkwhite spirit surrounded by the air of a crisp wintermorning and then the next he's putting a deep brown rum ablaze. While we had been talking it seemed like some people had left the brewery, Onil & Okod were nowhere to be found aswell as Merud ad Lora. Razor had sunken deep into his ale and it was hard to tell if he was sleeping or not. Must be getting late...
I felt tempted to go for another drink but as my funds are quite limited to say the least perhaps I should head back home instead?
Chapter IX
The voices seem to concur with me on the subject of getting a hold of some more drinks, more precisely buying a round for the remaining dwarves over at the table. Brewster breaks into a big grin as I make the order but while he is off filling up the mugs one of the voices worries about our currency's value. However the payment works just fine except for Brewster managing to drop all of the coins in an overly dramatic fashion.
I walk over to one of the vacant chairs at the table but as I sit down Esmar stands up and says-
- Ehy Snotbeard, nice to meet-cha but sadly we're leaving right 'bout now. (her voice was quite "raspy")
- Uhmm...hey...why are you leaving? (that wasn't very smooth...)
- Huh? Oh yea, that'd be 'cause I'm all outta coins heh. (seems like we're all poor 'round here...)
- Cmon let me buy you guys a couple of beers then. (either that or I'll have to hang out with the wierd guy at the back.)
- Can't say no if you're gonna be like that heh, right Nor? (phew...)
- Pfff if you say so. I'll get going soon though. (She leaned back and crossed her arms without looking my way)
*I take a chug from my beer and before I know it I'm starting to feel strangly relaxed, guess I've been sober for too long.
-Soooo Snotbeard have'nt seen you 'round 'ere before, new to the pub or the fort?
-Both I guess...
- Don't really recognize that many people 'round here heh, travel a lot you see.
-Liason?
-Nah, nothin' as boring as that heh, some call me a thief, others a mercenary but I like to call myself an adventurer.
-Sounds kinda dangerous...
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The discussion went on for quite some time and I managed to salvage some interesting pieces of information.
The military seems to be split up into three major groups, the military commanded by the nobles, the garde and the peasant militia both commanded by the warden. However the wardens rule is overridden by the noble with the title of militia commander during the event of full scale war.
There seemed to be a split amongst the non-military dwarves aswell, Esmar simply explained it as three groups-the nobles, the guild members and the migrants. The rules applying to the different groups were worlds apart, the nobles were completly freed from any physical work and got payed through taxes while the migrants worked for no pay at all. For every kind of labor there was also a guild- a stoneworkers guild, a farmers guild,a woodworkers guild and so forth. However to join either a guild or the actual army one had to be accepted by the guildmaster, this was apparantly quite a challange and it wasn't rare that migrants tried to befriend or even marry guildmembers to get accepted.
Furthermore she explained that most of the people that ended up down at the Brewstery either- did not like the society, wasnt part of the society or had trouble fitting in generally.
Esmer is just staying at the fort for a couple of weeks before she'll move on again. Norede has apparantly been discharged from the military but the cause is unclear. Noone really knows the guy at the back but he apparantly sells anything.
____
When you finished your drink Norede had already left, but then again she wasnt much of a conversionist anyway.
-Aight, now that there's no more drinks there's no more reason for me to stay heh. Thanks Snotbeard...what's your name btw?
-...
Good question...amongst many other things it was lost as I fell into the pits of insanity...
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Chapter X
-Uhhmm....my name... ehh...
What was my name...?
Your old name is long lost.
What do you mean?
You now call yourself Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-I go by the name of Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves!
-Plschh! *Esmar spits out the remainder of her drink*
-What...
-Oh heh, it's just...you didn't really strike me as a Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves kinda dwarf...
-Uhhmm....usually just Nerin for short...
What the crap was all that about? Why did you pick such an ambitious name!?
Shut up, it's excellent.
-Heheh, guess you're better off that way.
What now? I've never been good at talking with girls and right now I suffer from a severe case of insanity combined with a long period of complete isolation....
Dude We've got this!
-Nah it's an excellent name and you know what? It doubles as an euphemism.
-...! And it's a euphemism for what exactly?
-Oh, but we barely know eachother!
*mental facepalm* What are you doing!?
Relax, go and get some more beer and while you're up there you might aswell ask the fat guy for a job.
What...
-Are you drunk?
-Of course! I'm a dwarf what'd you expect? Wait here I'll go get another round!
-o____O'
My money!
You greedy bastard, what's the point of money if you are not going to use it?
uhhm...but...
Shut up!
-Hey Brewster...another round please.
-Aye ya lil' bastard, commin' right up! But wait com'n taste thish first, it'sh my latesht experiment!
*I grab the cup and watch it's content anxiously...*
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I take a sip but I'm instantly about to throw up, I can't tell if it's the taste or the sheer amount of alcohol. The texture was extremely strange aswell, one could descibe it as a mix between a syrup stew and a raw egg.
Luckily I manage to hide my disgust and when Brewster asks for my opinion I burst out something about it being okay but a bit rough.
-Ahhh well Shnotbeard my friend I guesshh you're jusht too much of a lightweight to really appreciate the raw tashte of the Monarch Butterfly!
-It's actually Nerin...Lord of....sigh...Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-Bwahahaha, what a name ey!
-Yes, yes but...I'm kind of looking for work at the moment...and I thought maybe I could work here?
-What!? Trying to take my job are we now?
-No not at all! I was thinking more of a...uhhm
What's the plan here?
Barmaid.
-a uhhm...barmaid?
-Bwahahaha, you're a funny one Shnotbeard but unfortunatly you do not really have the titsh for the job.
-Oh...I'm sorry...
-Cmon matey, what'sh up with that shad face o-yours? Lishten here, maybe ya could come 'round later thish week and do shome cleanin' or shomtin'? That ish of courshe if I manage to remember it.
-I won't disappoint.
*Grab the beer and get over to the table*
That was a complete failure!
No...just a little bit...
You're making me look like a fool in front of everyone! Bar-maid!? Why!?
Now you're just overreacting, drink your beer and you'll feel better.
I still felt a bit akward just sitting there talking especially considering the fact that I had to rely on the stupid voices to come up with dialogue. But it accually got easier as we got drunker and after a while she was even laughing at the horrible jokes, before I knew it she began telling tales of her travels as an "adventurer". Most of them took place at the coast next to the Red isles but some went as far as to the Frozen hills of the south. Some of the stories were quite thrilling involving things like goblin ambushes or carps and they were generally centered around a pack of four dwarves. They choose a destination but no goal and then attempt to gather as many riches as possible along the way, sometimes it was accually quite heroic stuff-saving towns and such but generally they'd just rob some poor elves of all their belongings.
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Chapter XI
Hmm...At this point I've completly left the talking to the voices, there wasn't really any point to try and keep up. With my mind caught in a drunken haze I slowly drift away...many questions come to me but few awnsers...
What are these voices? Repressed aspects of my personality? Some strange magic? I really am insane...
What am I doing here in this fort where I know noone and where I can't seem to walk a single urist before getting into trouble?
Am I drinking beer or ale? I don't know anymore!
I better check on what kind of trouble the voices are getting me into now...
-...and that'sh how I firsht met Likot and Ray heh.
-What fckn coincidence eh?
-Yea heh...guessh I got a bit lucky there. hick
-I forgot to ask earlier where do you live?
-What heh...you can't just go up to a lady ask 'er where she live. hick. That'sh a bit cheeky even for you
-Oh no don't get me wrong! A gentledwarf like m'self wouldn't have such vulgar intentions. I merely assumed that you were in a state in which you'd have trouble gettting home on your own.
-Hehheh, well thing ish that I don't really have a place here, you know with the traveling and all that. Don't really like getting stuck in one place...
-And ya call ya'self a dwarf!
-...I'm jusht shtaying at Lora'sh place for the time bein' heh.
-Well let's get going then!
As I leave Brewster looks in my direction and makes a wierd face...I assume he tried to wink at me but...
What are you guys up to!?
Don't worry all the time.
You're putting me in a very troublesome situation here...
We're getting real tired of your complaining.
But...
Lora's residence was located at the north-west corner of the market, apparantly the map didn't include any personal rooms.
-G'night Glittering Cave...-whatever. hick
-Oh yea just one more thing...
-Huh?
-The thing is...I don't really have a place to stay at the moment...so...
-I'm sorry but ya know this aint my place heh.
-Don't worry I don't mind sharin' a bed!
What!
-What!
-
-Hahhahhehehe, feel at home heh.
What the fuck! For the love of Armok what are you doing!
Yes?
You can't just...
Have fun? Attempt to do useful things? What was so great about your previous life huh? You did nothing! You were the biggest nobody to ever walk on dwarven soil! Be grateful that we're helping you get on track here.
But...but...I'm not that comfortable around girls...
...Dude, get your act together!
At this point things got painfully embarrassing, not only was my "performace" lacking at best but I was continuously tormented by the comments of the voices. Really the only redeeming factor was the fact all of the "participants" were exceedingly intoxicated.
But it got better as we switched positions, with her on top my impression on the whole deal changed immensely.
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I guess being crazy isn't as bad as it seems huh...
Next morning I was thrown out onto the street by a very hungover Esmar whom just moments ago had been attempting to explain to Nora why she brought home "Snotbeard". Guess that's what Brewster meant by her being a tad unpredictable...
My mind is still bit of a blur...How many coins do I have left?
Where should I go now...?
Chapter XII
You should go and earn a few bucks.
...How? *slowly rubbing my eyes*
Go and clean a fish or something!
What...where?
Just ask someone!
*I make my way back to the bar*
However as I arrive I'm met by handmade sign.
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-Carp!
He's still sleeping...got any other bright ideas?
If you had a better map you wouldn't have to ask for directions.
Sigh...and where do you propose I get one of them from?
...dunno.
I think th...!
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-MYYYYYYY goooooooooooooooooosssssssseeeeeeeeee!
-Berserker!
-Come back here!
o_____O'
Chapter XIII
As I try to cover in fear from the crazed dwarf running towards me I suddently lose control, for just a moment my body moves on its own. The movement might have been quick but it had certainly made some impact on the situation. One leg meets another and before one could blink there was an angry dwarf sliding facedown across the hard floor, he slides through the corridor with impressing velocity and to make the scene even more bizarre his path was quickly filled with light feathers slowly falling like snowflakes. However I did not see them fall very far because just a split second after my quick action I catch another movement in the corner of my eye.
I begin to turn around but...
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.
.
.
As I open my eyes again I'm all alone in a nicely furnished room...
The hospital? no....Doesn't look like a hospital...No staff... no supplies...not even any of that wierd stuff...uhhm...what was it again...uhh..Soap!
I try to sit up but my head hurts, I check for wounds but its all bandaged up. How long have I been out...? I'm really hungry which could indicate that it's been quite a while...but then again I hadn't eaten for a long time before that either...
Maybe I should just go back to sleep and see what comes up? Or should I go investigate? My head still hurts though...
Chapter XIV
My mind was clouded by the ringing headache and as I tried to go back to sleep I heard something strange...I looked around me but I was stil alone? Was it the voices? Yea...but this was different...
Suddently like multiple streams of voices flushed over me like a tidal wave, their unorganized babbeling hurt my already sore head. It got worse and worse and before I knew it they were screaming strange words that echoed inside my skull. One claimed that the other dwarves were out to murder me and something about me being a prophet. Amongs all the strange words I managed to make out the wierd paranoid one, it had begun a long speech about a god in a dress. It became too much and I started hitting my head aginst the wall to block out the sound.
*I hear a scraping sound behind me*
I turn around and see the stonedoor slowly opening, somehow the voices settled and I could finally breath out...but...Who was coming?
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The guy who hit me!?
-Hey...I'm sorry...
-Where am I?
-...oh...uhhm...my place.
-...
-You're not hurt!?
-Still breathin' eh...
-...good.
Nerin this guys is just as bad as you when it comes to talking.
Sigh...perhaps.
We're....I mean you're hungry! Ask for some food.
I can't just ask people for food...
This guy just hit you in the face! He owe you at least that much!
...I guess.
-I'm kinda hungry though.
-...oh...uhmm...yes...eh...my wife is making dinner...so...so will you join us?
-Thank you.
-Oh...it's the...uhhm...least I could do...because...you know...
*I nod*
...I'll come get you later
*He slowly walked out the door seeming a bit embarassed.*
Chapter XV
After I had been left alone once again one of my more peculiar advisors suggested that I'd go look for a sock. It took me quite a while but in the end I managed to find an old sock lying under a pile of used clothes. Once I had completed my first task I was forced to once again smoke a sock...someone else's old sock...
Luckily the dwarf in white called for me at the last second, however I was told to bring the sock with me for later use...
I was surprised as the hallway outside of my door led to the top of a couple stairs since two-floor houses were rare for dwarves...at least where I came from. I followed the sound of a roaring fire and arrived in some sort of a kitchen, once again I was surprised as most dwarven meals are eaten in public dining halls. Safe to say that this guy wasn't a peasant but the lack of gold and gems had me thinking that he probably wasnt a noble either.
The area was roomy yet rustic, built from a mix of materials amongst which I could identify wood, clay, and multiple kinds of rock. I look over at the dining table and to my great joy it's packed to the brim, however at second glance I realise that many of the things on the table werent food but spices, pastes and cutlery. But there was still a thick smell of homecooked food lingering around the kitchen, as I take a step in I see a dwarf infront of a large pot whom I presume would be the guy's wife. She was very tall for a dwarf much like her husband and even though I rarely think much of my height I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy amongst those two.
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After some brief introductions I learnt that the big dwarf's name was Gulog and that he was a miller of some sort.
As I sat down at the table his wife asked me if I wanted some kitten lard in my porridge, an invitation which I gladly accepted.
I spent a couple of minuites trying to get some useful information out of the guy but he didn't really manage to catch my drift...
Well, it didn't take long before I was presented with some steaming hot food and a cup of plump wine. When I for a moment didn't stuff my face full with clumps of unidentifyable food combinations I tried to get a discussion going again. Gulog still seemed to have some problems but his wife eagerly began a conversation, her speech was colored by some sort of intellectual superiority concealed by false modesty.
She apparantly knew about the guild system quite indepth, Gulog for one worked in the farmers guild which was kind of an "umbrella guild" for most of the food related things.
The main question is...how much of my current situation do I wish to tell them about? I pobably can't keep up the conversation without explaining my position at some point, but then again I could lie? On the other hand there might not even be a problem at all...
Chapter XVI (skippable)
The wall of text.
She didn't ask it straight out as she explained but she had started giving me hints that I should somehow explain my situation. Naturally I told them about my current situation and the events that had lead up to it, slightly flavored by the voices to make Nerin, lord of the glittering caves seem a bit grander then what he really was.
Gulog's wife seemed a bit concerned after hearing how I went from an outpostleader to a lowly peasant while Gulog himself seemed really impressed by my "previous social status". Well, apparantly I've ended up in bit of a strange position here. Since I'm of course not really a noble I have no place there, I've never even been in touch with any of the guilds which pretty much what appeares to be the only to get a steady income. Migrants are generally picked up by the warden as soon as they set foot on Black gate territory, they are at least on paper free to leave whenever they want unless they sign up to a position under the warden in return for free food and housing. For some such as beggers and peasants this might very well be considered quite a beneficial deal. The problem is that all the regular migrants- Gem setters, Potash makers, Wax workers and so on are forced to choose between starvation and a life borderline enslavement.
-Hmm...seems a bit harsh eh? So either you got to know people or you end up getting stuck here working for free?
*She pushes her eyebrows together and thinks intensely for a brief second.*
When the moment of what would've been complete silence if it were'nt for Gulog's slurping had ended she continued talking, this time her speech was a bit slower or...more restrained as if she tasted every word for as long as possible before uttering it.
She claimed that there were two exceptions to my earlier statement. The first one was to get a document from the Mountainhome stating that your migration had been varified by the king("The dwarven king" and not one of the many outpost mayors) or a majority of the counsellors. The other one was to simply provide something that the fort doesn't already have or to fill a vacant spot in the social system. This was accually not simple at all due to the fact that not only would you have to compete with hundreds of other dwarves but also had the warden relentlessly shutting down any business that might in any way damage his ways. The reason to why people have decided to look the other way is simply because a sideeffect of this neverending powerhunt is an slmost complete cleasing of crime. Not even the children dare steal as they have seen what the warden's hammerer is willing to do.
-Carp...
-Then what was all that 'bout with the berserker and the goose?
*Suddently Gulog who's been quiet for quite some time shines up*
He explains how one of the migrants went berserk, for some reason he just couldn't take it anymore and during his five minutes of fame he had managed to punch a pregnant dwarf in the face, push a good dozen wine barrels down the central stairway and steal McJerut's goose. After the failure on his part related to my brave initiation he had carried me home to fix me up. I guess the reason I didn't end up in a hospital is because he might've been scared that I'd accuse him of something.
Dinner's been eaten, what now? Keep talking? Leave? Anything?
Chapter XVII
After the explanation my situation felt more hopeless then ever...
Does it mean that I'm doomed to one day surrender and accept the terms of the warden? Or should I leave while I still can?
But the voices had another plan in mind. They wanted me to extend the use of my "lost fort leader roll" and look up the mayor to inform him of Rocklod's demise. It was a risky plan( I knew very little of the nobles) so I had to prepare some sort of disguise...however my funds were limited to say the least.
As I took my leave I asked Gulog for some dye, he looked strangly at me for a moment only to leave for a few seconds. When he returned he gave me a small pouch filled with a deep red coloured powder, he also threw me a bag of flour and mumbled something 'bout how I "hit my head while falling down some stairs".
Under the instructions of the paranoid voice I tried my best to alter my appearance, rearanged my hair, dyed it red tried to dye it red, attempted to pull my beard through the earring but as it didn't fit I had to go for some strange hybrid and then finally I tied my old traveling coat around my waist.
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Then I headed off towards the nobles quarters, I didn't know exactly where it was but the map gave me a rough idea. The streets were very crowded so getting anywhere involved a lot of pushing and shoving. But as I got closer to my destination the masses began thinning out slightly, suddently it was all quiet but for a hauler moving a quirking wheelbarrow filled with expensive drinks. The room I had entered had impressivly high ceiling, streching perhaps three or four stories up into the air. In the center of the room stood a massive staue, it portrayed a warrior of some sort...wierd part is that it didn't look very dwarven.
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Rocklod- the fort where I came from- wasn't a wealthy fort by any strech of the imagination, all the noble titles we had was only there for show. Our mayor did as much hauling as the next dawrf and you could often see the bookkeeper working out on the fields. The world I had now been thrown into was beyond my imagination. I had never felt so out of place, every single dwarf was covered in expensive silk and many carried their wheight in gold and prescious stones.
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I felt the sweat dripping down my back... Everyone gave me such dismissive stares.... I...I don't know if I can do this...
Chapter XVIII
What am I doing here? In clean halls filled with goldstudded furniture, amongst soapsmelling dwarves covered in outworldly jewelry, hearing their affected laughs around me...
But what am I really?
A peasant...A filthy peasant...An insane filty peasant....
I can't stay here....
Suddently the paranoid one spoke up.
Nerin, you should realize our power over you. This is not a descision I agree with, but the court's descisions will not be ignored. I swear to you: if you do not comply, we will make you eat your own feces for the rest of your life.
You can't...you...
What has my life become...
But the paranoid was not alone.
Nerin, of all the people in your fort, you were the only one who managed to survive till the end, even goblins couldn't get you. You made a trip here to this place that even a group of seven dwarves with full provisions would have a hard time doing. Talking to simple nobles (who from how things look, they have never touched a wheelbarrow in their lives much less survived a goblin attack) is nothing compared to what you've managed to accomplish so far.
I realised that not only did I not have a choice but maybe...just maybe...it could work.
No turning back now, I swallowed my doubts and mustered up what little courage I had left in me.
But I only managed to walk a few steps before a young dwarf approached me, he was wearing a somewhat obnoxious attire and a stupid smile to match it. Everyting looked very expensive and pompous but was horribly ill-fit. In his trail was a old dirty dwarf that seemed even more out of place then me.
-Hey, peasant!
-...
-Awnser me, peasant!
-Who the f'ck would you be?
-Excuse me!?
-...
-Scampers hit it!
What!? Are they gonna fight me!? wait.... what...
The old dirty dwarf named someting like scampers suddently burst out into song-
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Tis' the story 'bout
A vice-count so proud 'n stout
Tis' the story 'bout
The guy who make the ladies scream n shout
They call him vice-count -tshhh
All the girls he sieze' with ease' before he leaves'
They call- call- call him vice-count cooool
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No trix no fix he's everywhere'
all the way from Blackgate, Verengard to Nulcastair'
But beware he fights like noone else'
Doesnt matter if you're dwarven, human or an elf'
When he's around you gotta' watch ur'self!
And you wouldn't believe his fame'
Noone in the kingdom doesn't know his name'
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Listen up you fooooool'
now you know story 'bout Ironion- wait I meant vice-count coooool'
-Oh, Scampers you blew my cover, said Ironion with a big grin.
I just stood there slightly impressed by scampers preformance but mostly disgusted by the horrible song....
-The real question here peasant is-Who the f*ck are you? wait no....that doesnt matter....Why aren't you working?
-Ah I came here to talk to the mayor, you see I'm the last survivor of Rocklod.
-...so...You're basically running from the warden?
-Nooo...
-Hah, just remember this- It's not the warden you should watch out for it's the mayors advisor.
-Never even heard of the dorf.
*Ironion's grin widened and he gave me a gruesome stare*
-Few people know him and even fewer would ever want to meet him, it is said that he is a ruthless bastard and that he may slay a fellow dwarf without hesitation. The legend even claims that can rip out the very souls of his victims *makes a spooky noise*
I've never seen him but they say that one of his arms is as black as the darkest winter night and that his mind is yet darker. tooooo spooooooky...
o_____O'
Uhmm I think I'll leave this nuthead...right guys?
Put him on fire and wipe your back-sweat on him!
No.....just no....
Chapter XIX
-I got no time for this, I am Nerin LORD OF THE GLITTERING CAVES!
-What...
-You are no more then a speck of dust at my feet, an insect, a worm! You might not comprehend my divine authority but you shall taste my wrath!
*At this point one of the voices tried to wip out my cock, needless to say I managed to stop it. However it took an surprising amount of effort*
-I didn't do anything!...And my dad could kick your ass.
Before even letting him finsish his sentence I turned my back on him and continued onwards into the depths of the fort. Besides the obvious differences between nobles and mere workers there was another major divergence, all the scranty soldiers armed only with an old copper sword and a buckler had been replaced by hoardes of battlehardened veterans. Upon reaching the mayors chamber I was searched by atleast half a dozen dwarves, most seemed confused by the contents of my backpack...
The room was of truly epic proportions, it might have been my imagination but I don't even think that one could see the back wall. But I guess the actual reason to why it was so hard to focus on trivial things such as the size would be the vast amount of gold lying there in piles taller then many trees. Well, to call it a pile would be bit of an understatement as it literary looked like a landscape of golden hills. I don't share this strong feeling of greed that I've seen in the hearts of so many dwarves but even I felt something aching inside me as I viewed the neverending sea of gold. The room was very dark but for a small lamp standing upon a stone desk of meager quality. The table seemed like an oasis of modesty in a desert of excessive wealth, the lamp intrigued me just as much but not because it was ordinairy in any way but because I'd never seen a lamp before. It burned bright just like a torch but no smoke left it's flame, I guess it's some human invention or something wierd made by the elves.
At the table sat a lone dwarf. He was very short even by dwarven standard, somehow his lack of height accually made him even more intimidating. Suddently he looked up at me with sunken, dark eyes.
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Our eyes met and we stared at each other in silence, I guess he was probably evaluating me while I simply didn't know what to say.
-Uhhm...I am Nerin...lord of the glittering caves.
-State your purpose.
-I...hnngg... I am the leader...as well as...the last survivor of Rocklod.
-So you are telling me that something happned to the outpost?
-We...we're ambushed by....uhmm...goblins.
-Well, well never really liked that dirty hole anyway.
-Huh?
-Do I have to repeat myself?
-You can't....can't say that! I'm the leader of Rocklod!
-Was*.
-I demand a band of six ablebodied dwarves to reclaim my home!
-No.
-The King wouldn't take it very well if he'd knew that, a legitimate noble, in his hour of need, carrying important news for the mountain home, has been mistreated by a pompous fool!
*The mayor suddently went quiet for a moment but when he spoke up once again he seemed slightly amused*
-Well, can you somehow validate your story, I would very much like to believe you but as a leader you cannot be so naive.
He knows we're lying!
Keep calm Nerin.
But...but...
Nerin, you should talk and act like the noble you are! not a spineless peasant! you were a lazy bastard all your life, have the other nobles take a look at your hands, are those the work-weary hands of a peasant? No! Muster all the security you have, look him in the eyes, and threaten the damn fool!
-Then tell me Mayor does these hands look like the hands of a common peasant!? Change your attitude this very second or the king will be hearing about this!
*The mayor gives a slow applause*
-What is that supposed to mean?
-Nothing, you're a very convincing dwarf Nerin.
-So?
-But.
-I'm warning you!
-You seem very young to be Rolof Gravevictor.
-Uh...
Carp! He knew the old dorfs name!
Nerin.
He has just been fckn with me all this time, he must've known from the start!
Nerin!
This...This is...
Nerin!
What!?
Leave fast.
-Uhmm I am...Rolof's son.
-I don't think so.
-I'll get going now, don't worry.
-You there!-He calls out to the dwarves at the door- Would you show this little lord the way out perhaps? And you, could you go and get Tenebrosus?
One of the guards pulls me out while the other one hurries off to some unknown location.
Oh well...That was bit of a failure.
Nah, bad luck mate.
So you say.
Well, how could we know that he knew the old guy.
It was a shitty plan to begin with.
You lazy bastard, you don't want to do anything!
Maybe! but at least then I don't end up fckn things up.
No pain no gain loser.
You guys suck. Why did I have to go insane...sigh
.
.
.
Guys?
.
.
.
Did I regain my sanity!?
Shhh
No...I guess not
Shut up.
What?
Listen.
...I don't hear anything.
Exactly.
Where are everyone?
.
.
.
Nerin run.
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Chapter XX
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4044315#msg4044315 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4044315#msg4044315)
Chapter XXI
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4045639#msg4045639 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4045639#msg4045639)
Chapter XXIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4050752#msg4050752
Chapter XXIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4057254#msg4057254
Chapter XXIVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4061997#msg4061997
Chapter XXVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4071953#msg4071953
Chapter XXVIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4087746#msg4087746
Chapter XXVIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4089594#msg4089594
Chapter XXVIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4091355#msg4091355
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4091613#msg4091613
Chapter XXIXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4094743#msg4094743
Chapter XXXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4101256#msg4101256
Chapter XXXIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4106425#msg4106425
Chapter XXXIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4118895#msg4118895
Chapter XXXIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4125914#msg4125914
Chapter XXXIVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4127373#msg4127373
Chapter XXXVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4133529#msg4133529
Chapter XXXVIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4143445#msg4143445
Chapter XXXVIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4158172#msg4158172
Chapter XXXVIII (guest artist)http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4210151#msg4210151
Chapter XXXIXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4239076#msg4239076
Chapter XLhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4240866#msg4240866
Chapter XLIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4249162#msg4249162
Chapter XLIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4278752#msg4278752
Chapter XLIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4297734#msg4297734
Chapter XLIVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4316546#msg4316546
Chapter XLVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4380106#msg4380106
Chapter XLVIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4403655#msg4403655
Chapter XLVIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4413386#msg4413386
Chapter XLVIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4436650#msg4436650
Chapter XLIXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4491966#msg4491966
Chapter Lhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4539298#msg4539298
Chapter LIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4593592#msg4593592
Chapter LIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4618293#msg4618293
Chapter LIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4653180#msg4653180
Chapter LIVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4699330#msg4699330
Chapter LVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4700502#msg4700502
Chapter LVIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4722484#msg4722484
Chapter LVIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4730162#msg4730162
Chapter LVIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4774206#msg4774206
Chapter LIXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4786036#msg4786036
Chapter LXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4881615#msg4881615
Chapter LXIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4892018#msg4892018
Chapter LXIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4907936#msg4907936
Chapter LXIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4932798#msg4932798
Chapter LXIVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4958455#msg4958455
Chapter LXVhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4987977#msg4987977
Chapter LXVIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4998198#msg4998198
Chapter LXVIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5078746#msg5078746
Chapter LXVIIIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5093228#msg5093228
Chapter LXIXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5102040#msg5102040
Chapter LXXhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5444097#msg5444097
Chapter LXXIhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5485811#msg5485811
The temptation of rest became too great but as I began walking I could hear a faint whispering...
The whisper grew louder as I tread cautiously towards the bed...
Soon it was joined by others, at this point I realised that they weren't real...They came from some dark corner in the depths of my mind...
They screamed orders and demands at me but I tried to ignore it, I even covered my ears which only made it worse as it blocked out the sounds around me leaving me stranded alone with the strange voices...
Some of them were clearly the fruit of my evergrowing insanity, speaking of unimaginable horrors, the most heinous crimes and and one which suggested that it was time for me to go through my final metamorphosis and become a hedgehog...
At the same time there were others which tried to reason with me, speaking of how I should change and how what I should do...
Soon I'd gotten so desperate that I decided to go along with some of the more reasonable tasks.
Maybe that will make them go away?
I reached over towards the chest at the end of the bed... it was clearly locked but after shaking it- it also appeared to be empty-
I went over and opened the cabinet but it appeared to be empty aswell apart from a moldy lump of syrup rost-
There was a small piece of paper jammed under it though...
A map of some kind...
It was a bit hard to read as someone had spillt wine on it but upon closer inspection it was definitely a map of Blackgate, however it seemed to be severly outdated by more then 50 years-
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Adfmap_zpsd2b3bf10.png)
It was a bit difficult to decipher but...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Adfhere_zps49b2373a.png)
This is probably my current location
Seems like there is more than one brewery.
Some sort of marketplace?
The chambers of the Aristocrats, you know dukes, barons, highranking military and that kind of dorfs.
Passed by this place on the way...some sort of baracks
Mines n caves by the look of it
The rest remains a mystery...
The voices woke me from my thinking and sent me up to north wall-
Look through the crack in the wall they told me...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Adfcrack_zpsbcfe4dea.png)
Fck, dwarven asscrack!
I have to remember to clog that hole at some point.
I hurried over to the next wall and took a look out the window :)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfwindow_zpsc32246c4.png)
Fckn retarded glassdorfs puttin in windows with solid rock walls just an inch away...
On the other hand it might've been some strange mandate.
I picked up the scarf from the floor but it was covered in old snot and blood. The voices however insisted on that I bring it with me.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Adfscarf_zps3fb073be.png)
They said it looked really good on m...well since they're all part of my subconsciousness I guess I thought it looked really good on me...
As the whispers silenced down one by one I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that tempting piece of wood only a peasant could call bed. But just as I lied down I heard a single muttering still trying to order me around.
Apparantly it wanted me to collect the spiderwebs...
uhhm...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfweb_zps8df9d2c8.png)
I was stuck there for so long that I must have fallen asleep. Next morning I managed to break loose and I had to decide what to do next...
Since I'm a dwarf the first thing that strikes my mind is ofc alcohol, however this might be tricky if I wanna keep my prescence concealed...
An other thought would be to go and explore a bit. Have to take another look at the map...
But I guess that my reasonings doesnt really matter as -if the voices have some new crazy idea I'd be forced to try and execute it.
-Bag-
Solid rock cogwheel
Rottening syrup roast
Map of Blackgate
A spare sock
The scarf
A handful Rowanberries
My traveling coat and an empty pipe.
20 copper coins and a diorite earring that the gobbos had missed
What the fck is going on? Where did everyone go!?
Nerin just run!
What is that!?
An...axe?
Yes...but it looks like it's been made by goblins...
How can you tell?
That edge isn't meant to kill a someone it's either used to maim a bigger foe or to torture prisoners.
Uhmm...That's good! Dying is pretty bad you know.
You two shut the fck up. Nerin, run at him with a speed born only of stark terror, then when getting close, duck and roll to get past.
I'll....gulp...try.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfcut_zps927df335.png)
-AAAARRGUUUGGGHHH
Carp! Nerin he just fck'd up your shoulder pretty bad.
I'm gonna dieeee!
-Help me! Someone help me please!
-Someone plee hnnggg !
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfgrab_zps27234ba8.png)
My shoulder is burning and I can't....breath...
Hold on Nerin! Don't die on us now!
Easy...for...you....to...say...
.
.
.
...Did I just die?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfhurt_zps68b03370.png)
What is this place...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfnewdimension_zpscd7cf707.png)
-This is the inside of Extortusshis.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfghostly_zps9b2b6688.png)
-I don't understand...
-Extortusshis is one of Silverdrops five artifacts, six if you count the lost throne. But it was not made by a dwarf from here, in fact it was not made by a dwarf at all. We got all the time in the world so I might aswell tell you the legend.
It takes place in a time before time when gods still ruled the four corners of the world, long before the dark horrors were locked away. Armok's insatiable thirst for blood led him on a hunt, a neverending hunt where he would seek out every living being and slay them for his amusement. This went on for many centuries before he was banished to the depths of the earth, it was during this time that a certainly extraordinary event took place. Armok's hoardes of dark beings never met any resistance on their march throughout the lands, often their preys had already taken their own lives upon seeing the dark shadow rising over the horizon. However one day when his army charged through a small dawrven settlement something strange happned, the population of the fort was quickly extinguished but for one. Not only did the lone dwarf ignore the callings of death, he accually stood his ground and fought the neverending masses, Armok supposedly sat and watched the carnage for three days and three nights. When the sun rose on the third day Armok called back his legion of filth and malice and faced the dwarf eye to eye.
Armok question was simple-Why do you fight?
The dwarf painted red by the blood of his kin, his enemies and himself just awnsered- Why not?
From that day onward the dwarf fought side by side with the undead and demons under Armok's command, it is said that his lust for blood was surpassed only by Armok himself. Many years passed this way until something happned, something that Armok did not understand. The unnamed warrior grew old, he began losing his strength and the only thing standing in between him and death was his will to fight. Armok then disappeared for a day but upon returning he brought with him a dark gauntlet, he gave it to the dwarf whom had lost both his arm and his sight. The gauntlet was however no ordinairy gauntlet for it held the power to rip the lifeforce from ones body, the crippled dwarf fought a battle which might have been his last if it weren't for the gift he had been given. For every slash he made, for every punch he threw he could feel his old self returning...
He never regained his sight but now he could join his undying brethren in a neverending crusade of slaughter. It is said that in Armok's last fight aginst the sun and the moon the unnamed dwarf was the last to fall.
-What are you talking about!? I'm going crazy!
-Time does not exist in here. It is just you and me.
-I'll do anything! I just want to live!
-Your words mean nothing, and your life is already mine.
Guys!?
...
Guys...?
...
You...Blaaauuuuugghhh
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfblackgoo_zpsf3feef44.png)
-What are you doing?
´(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfgoo2_zps785992e2.png)
-What in Armok's name is going on here?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfgoo3_zpsa76c0f3e.png)
*Tenebrosus begins to slowly back away from the goo*
*At first the black substance just poured out across the ground but...then it started twitching and sliding.*
What is this sorcery!?
*The liquid poured into slimy blobs that began crawling upwards, as if they were rising from the ground*
-What are you!?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfnotalone_zps06d0f24d.png)
-If time might be and time might not, that we may never know. But Nerin is not alone that we know for sure.
-Nerin!!! Your tricks won't work on me, I'll rip your soul out of it's miserable shell!!!
-He can't hear you...
-I'll...I'll slay you all!!!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfdefeat_zps612eee7d.png)
-Arrguu, my throat...
What happned to me?
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfover_zps66437287.png)
What the fck!? Is he...dead?
That is fckn irrelavant Nerin! Now is your chance to run!
But...but where!? To the pub? To my room? To the other end of the fort?
I don't know what's going on anymore...
Enjoy.
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All right, Nerin, let’s ask about the family of the poor man you just murdered
I..
You know, his wife, kids etcetera.
Murdered..
No, that’s just stupid. let’s go into the old mines, now. Lay low for a bit.
Murdered…
Wipe his blood of your face, first.
His.. blood…
Nerin, quit muttering and obey our orders!
…
Nerin?
…
Hey guys. Look at this! I’m making him walk!
Oh god no.. Nerin! Please wake up. Please!
Now, obviously, Nerin could regain control at any moment, so I need to act quick, get my priorities together.
Your what? You blah blah blah...
Now, I could try get my hands on a dress. A noble goal if ever I knew one, but Nerin will probably tear it of in an instance. Poor boy doesn’t know carp about fashion.
Should we even try talk sense into this?
Bedding anyone isn’t half as fun without Nerin to struggle against my orders, so I guess that leaves the elf.
You’re an elf!
Of course, if I can’t get a majority to let him free, he’s dead the moment I lose control. So that leaves me with preparing. Most stuff should be easy enough to get. Except hair… I could cut of Nerin’s, but..
Elf!
Exactly.
So I’ll just go find someone to kill. But first things first.
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Afellowdorfsminecartadventure_zpsffbdd490.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Afellowdorfsminecartadventure_zpsffbdd490.png.html)
That’s better.
Now, I need to find a target alone, so I guess I’ll try to get some stray animal or lost citizen in a quiet place. There, I’m going to kill someone in the old mines, like most of you suggested. I’m, like, the voice of the people.
*Groan*
*A few moments of rummaging through surprisingly empty caves later*
Well look at that. A hole.
*Crawls in*
I wonder what’s in here. Hope it has hair.
…
Well, there certainly is something here, collecting random debris from the tunnels. I'd like a monkey. And I guess two rocks or so will come in handy. But-
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Afellowdorfmeetsascavenger_zpsbf2d0778.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Afellowdorfmeetsascavenger_zpsbf2d0778.png.html)
As Nerin’s eyes further adjusted to the darkness, it was revealed that this man was wholly uncovered by anything but curly grey hair.
Nerin, tell hi-
…
Carp.
Wassyou doing in me shack?
...
…!
Now there's an idea..
I am Gili stonehelm!
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Sock2_zps6ee529d1.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Sock2_zps6ee529d1.png.html)
God
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Match_zpsff15a0bb.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Match_zpsff15a0bb.png.html)
Of fire
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Sock3_zps511ce1bc.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Sock3_zps511ce1bc.png.html)
And reason!
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Thrownsock_zps4aa5916f.png) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Thrownsock_zps4aa5916f.png.html)
Gah!
And I demand tribute. Give me your hair, or be cursed.
Letsme get me sharp rock. Letsme get me sharp rock.
Carp. He had a sharp rock? I could’ve used that.
Messgot you me me hair for you. Pleases leavesme alone.
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Liceyhair2_zps29b47c64.jpg) (http://s1361.photobucket.com/user/Afellowdwarf/media/Liceyhair2_zps29b47c64.jpg.html)
Magnificent.
I refuse to believe that worked. Well, 'worked' anyway..
Are those lice?
They’re a bonus. We can train them later.
Finally.
Anything else, and I risk nerin waking up in the middle and panicking. So that’s about all I can do for the plan at the moment. I suppose I’ll amuse myself for a bit. Heh. Looks like the fire is coming along nicely. I wonder how long it’ll take for anyone to notice?
…
*Wandering about untill he finds a random dwarf*
Excuse me, sir. Would you know where to find some elderly people?
This can’t be good.
Just follow tha’ road an ya’ll see a statue 'o one o'em cats, then take ta door on ye left. We’ve got a big room full o’beds where we let em decompose like. Useless sacks of dust..
Hey, this isn’t the road he pointed to. Where are you going?
Back to the brewstry, of course. We’ll need supplies for what I’m about to do.
…
Hey, Brewster!
Well, what are you up to now, mate?
I *um* need a barrel of drinks. Do you, *um* have a spare one? Cheap *um* if you can manage?
Sure. I’ve got one for ya right ‘ere.
*Hnf*
Just let me put this down while I get your payment.
…
*um*
So, what you need all that drink for, eh?
It’s for the *um* less fortunate. There *um* you go.
*Hnf*
'I can haz'
This must be it...
...
When I arrived at the so called home for the elderly, they were surprised to see me at first.
Oh no..
But when the drinks started flowing, they became looser and looser. As did their clothes.
Kill them. Please? Pretty please? We’ll light them on fire, take their limbs and everything.
Jokes were told, old stories were started, but our minds turned to other things long before those were finished.
No, no, no, no no…
Old bodies got up from long times of inaction, and started moving.
I cannot scream. I cannot -physically- scream.
It was a grand, wrinkly mess. There were a few more men then women, but we didn’t mind.
You’re gay. You’re all gay. GAAY. You hear me? Gay. You have to stop now. You need to stop.
Some relatives eventually came. Some turned away in disgust, a few others joined. A few of the earlier participants fell asleep in the middle, too. Overall, the balance of genders didn‘t really change.
Why are you doing this? What did we do? What did anyone do?
In the end, I had atoned Nerin for previous misdeeds, and enjoyed it.
…
We shouldn’t forget to take the barrel.
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Now, I realize this isn't of the usual quality, but that's why Slowpokez does this thing and not I. Anotheredit:(Of course, if I've been a little too liberous at any point, you can always cut this thing off at any moment, let that be cannon and turn the rest into my mutterings.)
Edit: Oh dear. I used the wrong sock image. I'll fix that in a moment.
Edit2: There.
Edit3: Corrected the lice pick, too.
I think you should take it!
Hmmm, Nerin you should be careful. Even though Mcnameless over here doesn't appear to be an immediate threat I suggest you should still avoid any sort problematic situation, on the other hand there is no point in rejecting his offer. Take it and keep it for later.
Wait...this stuff fixes crazy? That could be bad, eh?
Eh?
Nerin?
-What do you mean? Clears memory and waht does it have to do with me talking to myself?
-When you've been down here for a long time you...get a little wierd. Sometimes you need something to calm you down and focus your memory.
Maybe...maybe this could...
Nerin! Don't even think about it!
Wait...is he really...
Wait wait wait, let's calm down here for a...
Nerin if I could punch you right now you'd have to eat with a straw for the remainder of your days!
This is bad...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfcave_zps214fd1b3.png)
-See, only you and me here. Don't worry happens to the best of us.
-I feel kind of wierd...
Oh shit, oh shit! Comeon Nerin, I know you don't wanna be insane and all but hell man you wouldn't have gotten this far alone! Comeon!
Nerin! There is no point in doing this! Just think about it! Even though it hasn't worked out perfectly all the time we've tried to help you!
You'd never gotten an 'ol people orgy that big without me!
...seriously.
You're not helping right now!
-Wierd? The plant just focus your memory, nothing wierd.
-Hngggg!
-Hey?
-What the...uhhh
What's going on?
Nerin?
-Hey you, what's wrong?
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.
.
.
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It's all dark...
Wait...What's that...
I've been to similar places before...
Similar...yet different...
Much like a dream but...more like a memory...
But it is not one...but a collection of fragments piled together...
It all feels so familiar...like remembering...but...
These are not my memories...
All the fragments are too intertwined to make sense...
It's all so surrealistic...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adftrippinballs_zpsb9b77236.png)
So many places i do not understand.
They seem real...yet twisted somehow...
Empty lakes, translucent mountains and discolored skies.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfcastle_zpsf3dd096b.png)
There are people too...near yet distant.
Faint and unreachable...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfmem_zps5343b94c.png)
Neverending changes of surroundings, some clear like springwater others clouded in a thick fog...
And the people...hundreds... perhaps thousands...just flashing by...
Many dwarves but animals and other races as well...
All mute...staring at me with unseeing eyes...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfgods_zps8b9f8af3.png)
Suddently things began getting incresaingly wierd...Things started losing proportions...perspectives going strange...nonexistant lightsources...
The calm that I had felt before...much like a dream...suddently disappeared... A feeling of urgency...
Surrounded by limbless people, twisted abominations and physics defying phenomenon...
Moving from one aburd world to another I see a change in the behavior of the others...They still don't move or interact...but they appear to be aware of my presence...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfmorestuff_zpsd386d06e.png)
A mild breeze flows past my face...
Slowly incresaing in strength...
Stronger...and stronger...
The world around me becomes hard to make out...
I have to grab onto the ground as the force threatens to blow me away...
The wind grow until I feel like I'm caught in a storm...
I have to squint to save my eyes from the blast.
Then it's over.
When I open my eyes I'm back in the cavern...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfwakeup_zps1c0b2732.png)
-What happned to you?
-uhh...huhh... you tell me that...
-This is not usually how it works...
-Did it fix my head?
-Huh?
-You said it kept you from going insane!
-Yes...but I don't know what happned...
I can remember...stuff...
What happned? so strange...
Wtf Nerin!?
Some memories, so hard to grasp...I don't know if they are my own but...
Wait what!? You got memories!?
It's complicated...I don't remember "me", who or what I was but...more general stuff...things that I think has happned...
This shouldn't have happned...
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Now here's the deal, firstly you pick your next action like usual but secondly you might choose a timeperiod of about 60-120 inbetween the years of 0 and 844 per reader.
Pre-Df time.
0-Time of legends- The banishing of Armok
100-The era of pick and axe
200-The era of exploration
300-The dwarven era
400-The scientific era
500-The blood era
550-Post Df time.
600-The Gray era
700-The era of man
800-The scientific renaissance.
874-Today. The fall of Rocklod
Seems complicated?
(0-550 is the time where a classic Df-game would take place.) The years doesn't really matter it won't really affect the plot, it's only there as to add to the backstory. Don't hesitate and just post a timeperiod of your liking. *hint* don't take the same as someone else
I've been kinda busy latly so I took the oppertunity to use some preexisting material :P a few weeks from now I'll get things moving at a more regular pace.
Awww shit! Why didnt you warn me of this stuff!?
Wasnt the big walrus-thingie enough of a warning?
Well...what the fuck do I do! I can't fight that!
let's try on the gauntlet! it's a whole pack of crundles, didn't you notice the glaring eyes in the background?
There's more!?
Of course they move in packs.
Nope! I'm leaving!
Run like a horde of crundles is chasing us!
We could also try running like a happy little girl.
Who is chased by a horde of crundles!
In a way she views as playful, yes.
What the fuck are you on about!!!???
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfrunningcrundels_zps2b5e36e7.png)
Uhhmmm I kinda lost this picture...well...the background and the colored version at least...here's a rough sketch...JUST USE YOUR IMAGINATION!
By some strange stroke of luck Nerin later manages to outrun his persuers, the power of fear is quite remarkable...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfrelieved_zps28be6c0b.png)
-ugghghhhh huuuuhhh uhh huhuhuh....
That was surprisingly fast...
I didn't know you had it in you Nerin!
You just missed an excellent chance for a short rumble with crudles...Pitiful! Never turn down a crundlerumble!
What...sigh... at least it's not whores again...
What's wrong with whores all of a sudden?
No.. It's.....For fuck sake I just need a beer!
OHhh calm down there big guy...no reason to get all upset.
I couldve died!!!
Well the brewstery I guess? Or are you planning a drinking-adventure where you visit aaaaalllll the drinking places?
What, no? You realise that I'm on the run from pretty much everyone around here at the moment?
pfff
*Managed to reach the bar without too many problems along the way*
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By armok's beard! What's going on in here!?
A FIGHT!
Is that Esmar?
*BAAAMMM* *Something breaks behind Nerin*
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Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse!? Who are all these people!?
-Think We'd go down without a fight!?
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The warden mutters something about poor luck as a dozen of his rag-tag militia stream in through the gaping whole where the Brewstery-door had been a few moments ago.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfraisefight_zpse18ebeee.png)
-Let's bring 'em hell! They can't fight worth shit!
Suddently the clumpsy forces of the warden charge in but meets a surprising resistance from the unknown residents of the bar.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfpunch_zps1a4f5060.png)
There's a clear difference in skill.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfbarfight_zpsbf3adee5.png)
However superior numbers are not to be underestimated.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfstab_zps1c37db30.png)
-Hey...blueergg..Hey, boss... kill this guy... boss...come
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfunsheathe_zps4734fdd0.png)
In one swift motion daggers appears from underneath the coat of the dwarf leading the resistance.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfcut_zps03e42a3e.png)
No hesitation.
Just a few seconds later half of the militia was slaughtered and most of the other dwarves were nowhere to be seen. The warden left as the fighting begun but smoker, Brewster and Esmar just disappeared during the commotion.
What...wha..
Nerin calm down!
But...
You gotta do something!
Like what?
Find out what happned to the others!
*Chiiiing* Metal striking metal right next to Nerin.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfchoice_zps81aa43ed.png)
Kill that guy!
Who!?
The warden's guy!
No, kill the other one! The warden's looking for him, you might be able to trade his head for a pardon!
That's stupid, we'd still have the mayor to worry about!
Fuck all that! Nerin just run out the door and leave this mess!
Look for the others, if they escaped then they probably know what's going on!
Orgy? Anyone? Ok...
Fight both?
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All right, you know the drill! What's the next course of action?
I don't know how we'll get in...
Why not light something on fire? It'd distract the guard!
...How?
How about we get a flammable plant and a little vine? Tie it as a little package around a stone, light it on fire, and throw it at the guard from a distance. He might go check the direction from which the marble came(We'd have moved, gaining entry.) If he gets hit, he might o back inside to get treatment for his burns, leaving the way open. In the best case, he'd panic and we'd have the opportunity of murder.
We should probably check in with the militairist factions once we get to elfopolis. Inquire after the politics when we arrive, advance their agenda. This elf is likely not to be one of them.
I don't think I can get close enough...
Just wait 'til it gets darker.
Sure...
*Few hours later*
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adffire_zpsfe370061.png)
Horay for fire. May she smoke untill she dies!
Gili Stonehelm once again serves justice through his devine intervention!
That...accually worked...
Well, what now?
We buy the coffin of course.
That was just supposed to be a backup-plan, don't listen to him Nerin.
Well not much of a back-up plan if you're not going to prepare for it, furthermore I've forseen your failure in persuading the nurse!
...do we really want to spend money on this...?
We don't have to buy one...we could just grab one lying around somewhere...
You mean we just steal it?
It's not like someone would expect their coffin to get stolen, what kind of an insane bastard would do that...?
I don't think we should...
As long as we get it for free, sure thing!
...sigh.
A few minutes of seraching later we found an unattended coffin and quickly dumped the contents on the floor.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfsneaking_zps209b9ca5.png)
Off to the hospital!
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-Hey...would you like to go...on an adventure?
-I'm busy right now.
-But there could be fame...and riches and...
-What are you on about?
-I'm traveling to Seraté, would you like to join me?
-Hey, I already thought you were weird after that whole thing with the ghost but now you're starting to creep me out...
-Is that a no?
-Yes!
-Wait...are you coming or not?
-I'm not going on you're bloody field-trip and could please stop asking me this stuff while I'm working!
-Oh..sure...
-Thank god!
-But...
-What now!?
-Could we talk later?
-If you promise me you'll leave.
-Okay, okay...could you meet me at the outside-bit by the waterfall?
-Yes, just go!
Well, that didn't work...
Told you so!
I'm don't think I'm okay with this next part...
Nerin, you need to man-the-fuck-up! A little kidnapping never killed anyone!
But...I...
*Another hour of waiting*
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*BAAAM*
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-WTF!?
-I'm sorry!
SHIT!
Nerin you're not fckn sorry!
SHIT!
Get your shit together! You were supposed to knock her out!
SHIT!
But..I...I...
PLAN B! PLAN B NOW!
That was plan B!
SHIT! uhmm.... PLAN C! PLAN C NOW!
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...Nerin?
...
Nerin all is not lost!
...
Not lost!? This was a complete success! We got her knocked out and managed to avoid any undwarven backstabbing tricks!
...
All we need to do now is tie her up!
...I...I don't think I can go on like this...
Nerin NO! don't leave us! You don't know what happened last time!
...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adftiedup_zps66769b93.png)
In the end Nerin is convinced to proceed with the plan...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfsneaking2_zpsca289efe.png)
It was accually easier to sneak out since everyone was busy with the bloody fire outside but the walk back to the elf was slow due to the heavy coffin...
-Oh you're back.
-Hmmpff...
-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?
-What!?
-Why are you carrying a dead tree!?
Phew...it was just that...
But what do I tell him?
Uhmm...we bury our people alongside the trees? Family tradition?
-In my family we...uhmm bury our dead alongside trees...you know...brothers in life and brothers in death...eh?
-Such wierd customs...Are you even a fullblooded dwarf?
-Oh...yes.
Things will get real tricky once she wakes up...
True...but we'll come up with something...
I hope so...
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Slow updates, slow comments, slow polls...nothing bad with being slow but september took it too far! New month now and we'll try to pump up the tempo a bit :D
So what do we do? Leave the elf behind and run?
Nah, I think we should try and fight them, we won't get far without the elf.
I guess that pretending to try diplomacy will be getting us on better terms with the elf.
Hmmm, maybe but first we should equip the gauntlet and the axe.
Failing diplomacy USE THE GAUNTLET!! ha ha ha ha!!!
Can we take the hot one as a slave?
Great minds think alike.
...
Erm, wait, which one are we talking about here? The one with the skimpy clothes or the one with the nice hair?
You guys are so shallow. What's wrong with the other goblin?
STOP! It's gauntlet time!...and dimplomacy time...
-Okay, we can't hide here forever...
-Don't...don't say that...
-It'll be fine I'll talk to them...
I hesitate for a moment before I put on the glove...but in the end I really have no choice...
Suddently I feel a chill within my body...very faint but still enough to make me uncomfortable...just like a cold winterbreeze gnaws at your skin I felt something dark gnawing at my core...
-Hey...*gulp* Hey, goblins!
-AHA, finds it!
-Uhmm, could this somehow end peacefully...?
-Whats izh its? A aelf?
-Nooo...I shtill thingks duuurf.
...
-Whats you be!?
-A dwarf, an elf and a goat!
-Waitsh...
...
-So me get lootziezh? Is duurf.
-AND aelf!
-Aurghh yi Scharschlup!
-Backz or yill gets hurtz!
-Meee looot!
*At this point the argument devolves further into goblin and what ever common might've been mixed in before is all gone at this point*
This might be our chance to get away!
Run Nerin, Run!
Yes, yes! You don't have to say that twice!
-Shnorkatz! HOLD THEM!
*Suddently the deformed goblin comes running towards me*
With axe in hand and a few reassuring words from the voices I stay my ground and look right into it's eyes...or at least try to...
-Wuuuuuuuaaarghhhh!!!
But with one wide swing from it's stick it swoops me off my feet and I tumble down the hillside, body full of cuts and bruises and a ringing sensation from the blow.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfretardgoblin_zpsf95951a7.png)
As I manage to catch my breath I hear the goblin scuffle down the hill just on the other side of the shrubbery.
At the last second I manage to hide behind a tree, but just as I think I migth be safe I hear its heavy breathing coming closer...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adhroundthetreewego_zps7003efae.png)
Nerin get the dagger!
What?!
Get out your bloody dagger!
*I silently reach for the dagger*
He'll come around here any second now!
What do I do!?
He's stupid! just sneak around and backstab the fucker!
I proceed to slowly circle the tree...anticipating a sudden emerging of his ugly face at any given moment.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfretardbackstab_zpse76f3325.png)
*gulp*
You can do it!
I don't know...
If you don't you'll surely die!
Maybe I can run away...
They'll track you down! Stop being such a pussy!
But I don't...
Aim for his clubbing arm, without that it's an easy fight!
*gulp*
-WhaaaaAAA
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfdecentslice_zpsb406c1ac.png)
At first I feel the chilling emotion get stronger but then...I feel my fatigue fading...and a distant whsiper...
...feed
Nice cut Nerin!
What now!?
Leg it, I'd assume he's quite mad at this point.
...feed
I begin to run as fast as my legs will carry me but as I take cover I realise that the glove from the gauntlet is connecting the two of us and giving away my position.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfretaliation_zps8ef215b9.png)
-Wharluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhghgh!!!!!!
I brace for impact and... BAAAM!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfsmac_zps4a5064ed.png)
...feed
I don't think I can do this...
Nerin this is not the time to give up...
It's impossible! I can't fight!
...feed
There's always a way!
But...
...it doesn't have to be you...
What, who said that!?
...you're weak...
WAIT!?, what are you doing!?
...someone else...
Noooo, what's going on...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfbringingbackthegang_zps29075ce4.png)
*As the goblin reaches in to finish me off my eyes suddently bolt open and I spring up screaming at his face*
-IT IS GAUNTLET TIME BITCH!
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfb-up_zps6f992af4.png)
-WAHAHAHHAHAHA
Where'd Nerin go?
Dunno, think it got something to with the gauntlet. Those two didn't really click.
Speaking of this thing's pretty awsome eh?
I'd argue it has some sort of an rejuvenating effect, you know we just fell quite a few urists up there.
Mmm, and still up and walking...
Some sort of relation to souls seems quite apparant aswell.
Agreed'
Now is not the time! Goblin first, no?
Hmmm, point taken.
*The creature is clearly startled by this but retaliates quickly*
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfdontneednoribs_zps50fae36b.png)
A few broken ribs never hurt anyone eh?
I think it might've...
When was the last time you used your ribs?
Touché.
Do not worry dear friends! For there is a God amongst you! A just God! A caring god! A God of reasoning!
A paranoid god!
I shall vanquish mine foe with a strike of supreme power and magnificent glory, close thine eyes or have them forever burnt by the eternal light of Gili Stonehelm's pure flame!
Get it on with!
No matter how evil, how wicked or how malevolent one is noone, and I repeat NOONE is prepared for the nobelest of all techniques...the nipple bite!
What... -____-
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*The fight continued for what felt like hours during which time Nerin took what could be expected to be lethal damage*
Whahahahhahhahhhahha....
...Feed!
Whahahahhahhahhhahha....
...Feed!
WhahahAHAHAHHAHAA....
...Feed!
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In the end there was no victor, no finishing blow or clashing of wills. In the goblin simply didn not have the resolve to keep standing and fell before my feet...the whole scene felt so distant as if I was merely part of an audience, no urgency nor pain...
Me...or maybe something else kneeled before my exhaused adversary and began to carve open its stomach with the rusty knife, pouring out its gut over the dim landscape...
The sun was long gone so the fight must've gone on for multiple urists...wonder what happned to the others...
Suddently the chill in my chest began to weaken...I felt a pounding pain taking its place and then...a splash like when you break the surface of a lake. All the pain was too much to take and I collapsed beside the disfigured goblin...the dark night only lit up by a faded beam of moonshine and the soft glow from the gauntlet...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfexhausted_zpsa5e6ea6f.png)
I watched the stars travel across a sea of infinite darkness for...Armok knows how long...the silence was soothing...
As a thick cloud covered the moon and I realised that the red glow had diminshed completly...
I tried my bruised legs once again and to my surprise they decided to support my weight...I looked over at the slope I'd fallen down and tried to climb back up the hillside but even though some cuts had closed up the broken ribs hindered me from climbing...
I walked around but in my weakened state I moved slowly I soon became exhausted...
-Amathspar!
-Wilfred!
...
-You okay?
...
As I return to the top of the hill I find Wilfred casually chomping away on some delicious greens and the elf crying in fetal position, where'd the other two goblins go?
I look around for a bit and find them in a muddy hole, the whole scene is a mess with blood everywhere...geuss they killed each other...I try to loot them the best I can but the stench is unbearable...
When I return I finally manage to contact the elf...
-...Wh...What happned *shudder*
-Uhmm...
What really happned here...
We killed the goblins, easier that way.
Do I tell him about the gauntlet?
That'd be fckn stupid Nerin.
-Well...I killed the goblins...
-Really!? Really, they're gone?
-Yea, we can keep on moving...
-Are you hurt!?
Duh...
-Well...yes, a few ribs..
-I'm sorry I'm not a healer just...
-I know, you're a musician.
We'll need to find help soon as I'm in dire need of medical assistance and Amathspar is on the verge of starvation and has suffered some psychological trauma. (Don't ask me how...elves...)
Amathspar spoke of a human village not too far off however it's unclear how welcome you'd be there, if you'd decide on such a detour a really good explenation might be in place as dwarves and elves rarely travel togehter. Also if you remain on the set out path we might reach a point where we're forced to cook Wilfred. Beside the dagger and the 37 coins the goblins had do you wish to loot something else? Loincloth? Shrunken heads? Intestine?
Eyyy…Nerin?
Yes?
How about we alert the poor unknowing wife to the situation at hand?
Wouldn’t that cause a lot of unwanted commotion?
Unwanted? I’d view it as rather advantageous.
But I could get in trouble!
We’d be long gone, no worries.
But…
Shhhh…
Are we gonna rob them?
Of course my friend, what else!
Sigh…at least we aren’t killing anyone…
*knocking on the bedroom door*
-What do you want?! She says with a slightly raised tone.
-Uhmm…
I can’t tell her that I’ve been sneaking around their house…
Of course.
How ‘bout we heard some noises from the maids quarters, it might’ve been bandits you never know.
-Well you see…there were these weird noises coming from over the maid’s room…and…
-what are you saying?
-Uhmm…maybe bandits?
-You can’t be serious!?
-You should check it out; I’ll secure the premises meanwhile.
She’s clearly in chock but follows along with the plan nicely.
*A few moments of silence followed by chairs falling over and upset voices*
Nerin you know what time it is?
Nighttime?
No, it’s looting time!
Euhmm…
Firstly get some provisions, like food and stuff!
Okay.
No what, why are you getting cinnamon!
What?
What the fuck are you gonna do with that?
Oh well…I just…
No.
What do elves like?
How am I supposed to know!?
Uhmm you think he likes onions?
Yea bring him lots of onions; I’m sure he’ll be delighted.
Uhmm, what more?!
Valuables!
They don’t have a lot of valuable stuff…
Just grab what you find, they might be coming soon!
+Provisions for five days.
+A map
+Some books, no time to identify them though
+tobacco
+some silk thread
+10 coins, (total 41)
+a bottle of river spirits
Oh, and get some oil too.
What? Why?
I’m not really following either?
Trust me it’ll come in handy soon, very soon…
Sure…
Okay times up Nerin let’s bail!
*Running out the door*
Wait!
You forgot something?
Take a look around Nerin.
There’s no one here…
Perfect!
What?
(http://i1361.photobucket.com/albums/r670/Afellowdwarf/Match_zpsff15a0bb.png)
I am Gili Stonehelm!
God!
Of fire!
And reason!
Noo... what the fuck are you doing!?
What can we gain from setting fire on a dirt-poor civilian settlement!?
Hey are you even listening!?
...
But the paranoid one was unreachable as his mind was lost in the roaring flames before him, a sudden feeling of reminiscence...He'd been here before...many times...
Gili was a seemingly ordinary dwarf, I guess he was bit of a loner and had some nervous twitches but then again what else can you expect from constantly drunken people living underground. To say that he was disliked would be going a bit too far but his constant paranoia bothered those around him, how can you trust someone whom always stares over his shoulder as if the gods were hunting him.
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Well beneath this collected surface hid some kind of twisted being, captivated by committing the most foul deeds imaginable. Foremost I guess he was a pyromaniac, but there was no crime too cruel for Gili to commit; all while he walked amongst the other dwarves as their peer.
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But the day came when he was found out, he was beaten and abolished from society. This was thought to be the end of his streak of wrongdoing, oh how they wished they had finished him on that day.
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But he returned worse than ever, this time without his guise of ordinariness but completely consumed by his insanity. Wearing a blue dress and a crooked smile he set out to continue his sick ways. They tried to stop him but his insane unpredictability made him uncatchable, his maneuvers too irresponsible to foresee, his escapes too extravagant to actually believe, his mind to sick too understand.
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Noone was safe from his crazed ways…
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Men as women it meant nothing to him…no one was spared…
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Not even the animals…
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His insanity had gone so far that Gili began losing his grip of reality, not before long he believed that he was in fact a deity. He began preaching his ways in the halls, suicide most would call it but perhaps Gili had faith in his own illusiveness or perhaps he actually believed in his own divinity…
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But due to a mistake in Capitol's administration Gili's wicked ideals were confused with another diety, before anyone had realised their mistake it was too late...
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Suddently Gili was no longer an outcast but a figure of worship...
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But no matter how much things had changed, Gili couln't put his dark past behind him. His fascination with fire never died nor did his pyromaniac ways...
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Everythings slowly fades into a sea of flames....
^(skippable)^
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Okay forget about him! Nerin snap out of it!
What...what was that?
Huh?
I saw something th...
Doesnt matter! We'll use the chaos to keep on looting!
What do I do!?
Just dump the rest of the oil in the well and grab stuff!
IT'S BURNING EVERYWHERE!
Yes, stop panicking!
I'M NOT PANICKING!
Yes, you're fcuking panicking!
But... what if I kill someone!? I can't go through this again!
Nerin grab something! We shoudln't let such a chance slip us by!
I'M PAnICKING!
*A few urists later of mad running*
Nerin...
Yes...
We're very disapointed in you...
...why...is...that?
Why the fuck did you grab a bloody broom!?
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I was uhmm...
Panicking perhaps?
yes...
Sigh...
Sorry...
Let's go get Wilfred and the elf.
Okay...
Don't tell him that we burned the place.
Oh, sure...
Blame it on the bandits.
Brilliant!
No, you're just dirt-stupid.
...
-What's going on?
-Bandits are burning the town!
-Oh...
-We got to depart with haste!
-Okay...
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Someone wanna help me out with some roleplaying? It's kinda necessary to get the plotpoint with the voices going. :P Just pm me later.
She tiptoed up to me clearly still a bit wary even after Amathspar’s explanation; her face was filled with conflicting emotions of determination, innocence and general confusion.
-Did you really save this elf? *pointing casually at Amathspar*
-Y…Yea I guess?
-But why? What kind motive would you have to help him?
-Uhmm…I felt that perhaps he had been captured unjustly, you know…he hadn’t really done anything and…
-So you just decided to risk your life and free an imprisoned elf at a whim?
-Yes…I mean no…uhmm…like I was caught up in the moment and it felt like the right kind of thing to do…
-That’s kind of strange…
-He’s not your ordinary dwarf, I can vouch for that.
-Well…is it also true that you’ve not only slain an entire pack of rampaging wolves but also a gang of roaming goblins?
-Yea…
-Yet you claim to have no combat training or fighting experience?
-That’s…not entirely true, I was in a bar fight once…
-Still you know…even if you were serious about going to Seraté you wouldn’t think they’d let you in after a tale like that?
-Well…I got nowhere else to go really…
-I owe him my life multiple times over! I would dishonor not only myself but elves everywhere by not repaying my debt.
-Well, a decision like that certainly isn’t up to you…
-That’s….
-You’ve been through a lot so I’ll help you get there but I’m skeptical as to the dwarf’s chances.
-You have my eternal gratitude!
-Thank you…
-I think I’ve heard of you before Amathspar, your father is a musician right?
-Yes, and me as well.
-Then…what name do you go by dwarf?
-Huh…uhmm…my name is *dramatical pause* Nerin lord of the glittering caves!
-I bear the name of Sehdul Myali and I’m pleased to have made your acquaintance.
Upon hearing her name Amathspar suddenly light up.
-Then you are of the Myali family?
-Heh, sadly I’m on the wrong side of the family tree so to me it’s a mere name, whoever the Courtlounger is still my half-brother.
-Wow…you think he could help us?
-Nah not really, he’s not much of the helping type…Our family’s greatest disgrace as well as honor.
-What a shame…
-Oh I’m sorry you are probably not familiar with the Courtlounger.
-Well, I did explain the basic premise of the position to him earlier. (Chapter 54)
-Yea…but I know quite a few positions we could try out later. *Nerin puts his hand on Sehdul’s back for a moment*
*A short moment of all 3 awkwardly staring at each other in complete silence*
-Hrrmm, yes…well he is a very unusual character indeed but I’m willing to put my faith in him after he saved me from such a horrible fate.
-Yea, when I found him in a prison most of the prisoners weren't fully clad and he was in a cell with a sweaty shirtless goblin. The first time I tried to save him I did unfortunately fail horribly. As I escaped the scene I heard a loud thumping sound and I think I remember something about a thick, hard cog in someone’s face.
-That’s horrible.
-What…well…that’s not quite how I’d put it but…
-By the way, you don’t happen to have seen a lost nurse around here?
-No, why?
-I was traveling with one before but she got lost and you know.
-Where did this happen?
-Outside of Silverdrop.
-But that’s over a week’s march from here!
-Oh yea…
-Why were you traveling with a nurse?
-Didn’t he mention that I’m a doctor?
-Really?
-You are!?
-Sure am, and you know what I think I might need to give you a full body examination!
-Why…is that?
-‘Cause you’ve got one heck of a sick ass baby!
-Euhm…
-Wha…what…Don’t mind him I’m sure he’s tired from all the fighting…
-Nah, I’m feeling great. I could go for an all-nighter!
The party of four kept traveling like this for a bit while Nerin kept spurting out various innuendos at primarily the paranoid one’s command, the other voices did however manage to have Nerin avoid some of the worst stuff involving butchering and intercourse with her various family members. Probably due to this she didn’t seem to get particularly offended at any point and even chuckled a bit, (OOC now that’s a good roll ya’ll got there) Even though our food supply had run low Sehdul shared some of her provisions, not really a good ol’ llama roast but cabbage had never tasted so good before. Amathspar seemed high in spirit but was a quiet as ever and Nerin had his conversational ability crippled by the constant stream of various cheesy pickup lines. Meanwhile Wilfred and Sehdul got along well, she seemed to take an instant liking to the goat…or maybe it was the other way around. All in all the whole encounter ended fairly smoothly.
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During the night I got to sleep on the opposite side of the camp to Sehdul, probably intentionally due to the voices behavior. It was worse than ever, if I weren’t already insane I’d slowly go crazy just by listening to all their stupid suggestions. Sigh…I never catch a break…Well, at least we’ll soon be there…
Before we continued out on the next morning I managed to wash off most of the blood from my clothes at a little creak, the voices kept bugging me to bring the elven lady there at all cost but I managed to resist their immodest pleading. As we set out on the next day I got a bad feeling like I was being watched or something…could it be the townsfolk catching up or maybe more wolves?
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Well, my pondering came to a halt a few hours later when I heard a loud swishing sound from in front of us. I had no idea where they came from, before I even realized the situation I had gotten hit in the chest and another one had grazed my arm.
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Amathspar had thrown himself on the ground as he generally does in the face of danger; Sehdul on the other did something strange and walked towards the direction of our attackers waving her arms in the air.
Had she betrayed us? What was going on!? I didn’t have much time to think before a large spikey thing came spinning towards me!
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Once again I was too slow to react and I could feel something sharp slice into my chest, slowly I fell to my knees and thing began to go dark…
But then I managed to catch my breath again, the spinning object had punched the air out of me but I was still alive…wait…It’s made of wood…It had barely even cut through my armor and the scratch beneath weren’t deep enough to be considered a serious injury.
What’s going on…When I look up again Sehdul is talking feistily to some elves which were emerging out of the woodwork in great numbers. 8…9…10…maybe a dozen…
They appeared to be armed, perhaps soldiers of some kind…
In a swift movement they had all surrounded us and some of them were pointing weapons against me, some were discussing with Sehdul and one of them were off chasing Wilfred around.
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-Soooo…I take it you were not taken prisoners?
-No, I’m telling y…
-So then the dwarf is your prisoner?
-No not that either, he saved an elf from a dwarven prison over at Blackgate and came here.
-Then what does he want? Huh?
-I don’t know, he doesn’t seem to have an ulterior motif. I think he just came here traveling…
-Then he’s probably a spy, no?
-He’s too stupid to be a spy!
-Don’t underestimate them, all dwarves aren’t stupid.
-I’m not talking about the dwarven race; I’m saying that this individual is too stupid to be a spy!
-He’s an unnecessary risk, we better kill him.
-No, you can’t do that! It would be dishonorable to kill a vulnerable person like that.
-Pff, dwarves commit worse deeds on a daily basis.
-Well, are you a dwarf?
-Who are you to make such decisions?
-Then…then let’s talk to the count Alean’Iel
-You really think he’d let a dwarf into the city?
-At least it’s just that way.
-Pfff
After that she sent of a young elf running ahead of the group, probably to alert someone, the rest escorted me in silence to meet some other guy… Amathspar tried to say some optimistic words but I couldn’t be bothered….
As we traveled across a hillside road I suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge tree, bigger than any tree I’d ever seen before, even though it was rooted far down in a valley its crown blocked the sky behind it. I was about to ask but one of my guards just kicked my shin, what had I done to deserve this…sigh. Every time there was a clearing in vegetation at the side of the road I’d get a glimpse of the huge tree which only seemed to grow larger for every step we took. When we reached a small clearing I finally caught a good look of it and the city below, the city was huge and built from some white marble-like stone which shone in the bright light.
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Then the road leads back into the forest for another few minutes before we reach the gates, huge towering gates matching the size of Silverdrop’s iconic gate. Beneath is a small gathering of soldiers mixed up with curious citizens led by a few strange looking people…
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There was a small hooded character with a weird grin, an old looking elf with a gnarly staff, a tall bare-chested dude and a silent unproportionate man wearing a hat. Their purpose was unknown but I could feel people high regard for them and their authority was made apparent by the crowds natural distancing. What followed was a dragging political discussion spoken in hushed voices which I was unfortunately I was excluded from…
I was left back there with Amathspar as Sehdul was speaking on our account, probably for the best…
-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen…
-It’s okay; I’ve been through worse…
-Still I can’t feel other than guilty…
This Nerin is a perfect example of why you can’t trust an elf!
Yea, we told you from the bloody beginning that joining up with this tree-hugger was a bad idea!
We made these decisions together…
I sure as hell never voted for no elf!
Well guys, it’s too late now…
-Who are those guys?
-Who?
-The guys talking over there.
-Oh, nobles of various rank and Sehdul’s brother.
-Why is he there?
-He probably heard that his sister was involved and you know, he can do pretty much what he wants as the Courtlounger.
-And the others, what happened to this Alanel-dude?
- Count Alean’lel is the short gentleman with the long eye-brows, he’s a council-member and in charge of public speaking. People love him as he’s unusually approachable for a noble.
-The hooded guy then?
-I don’t really know who the other two are; I can’t say I move around much in the social elite…
At that point they seem to have reached some sort of conclusion. (some announcer announces)
-We have decided that due to your good deeds towards this elf *pointing at Amathspar* and in extension the elven people you are free to go.
A sudden *woooahh* goes to the crowd followed by whispering and annoyed muttering. The lady leading the squad that had caught us spit on the ground and walks off.
Yes, we did it!
I shoot Amathspar a smile but he still seems worried…
-We have also decided that it would be unwise to let a dwarf into these walls; no dwarf has set foot within these walls for 14 years and we intend to keep it that way until the day that the city falls.
What…
I came this far only to fall on the finish-line? After all that wandering….
-I’m sorry…
-Stop…
-I’ll try to talk to people, just wait…
-No I’ll just…
Fuck.
I keep telling you man, elves. Talk loads of bullshit but when it comes to show they ain’t even got nothin’!
At least we got out alive…and free and…
You know that still ain’t right man!
…and no one got hurt and….Amathspar got back…
Fuck that chickenhead! He hasn’t done shit all this time and now he’s all back safe and sound, eh? What a happy fucking story that is!
Dear Armok…
-Dwarf, I challenge you to a duel.
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-Huh...
...
-You're Sehdul brother eh?
-We share the same name but she's not my sister....
-Oh, but...
What the fuck is going on...
Ehhh...
Guys help me out here!
We're not too sure either...
A small gathering is now surrounding me, some of them must really idolize this guy 'cause they're staring at him intently with gleeful faces...
-So how 'bout it? Dwarf... *He drags out the last word like it's a curse*
-No...uhmm... *sweating profusely*
-Are you going to fight me like a man? Or run away with your tail between your legs.
-I don’t want to fight you…
I thought this guy was on my side, what’s going on!?
Elves…can’t trust ‘em
That doesn’t help!
-Are all dwarves this cowardly? Hah, okay. Go and dig yourself a little hole in the mud and hide there, little dwarf.
Ohhhh that’s it! Nerin let’s kick this fuckers ass! Let’s shove a dwarven boot so far up his ass he can taste the fucking mud on ‘em!
-…
-Come on shorty! My title’s on the line here!
-You can’t do that, it would override the rulings of the count!
-Hah, the old man can go fuck himself, he banished the dwarf and now I’m fighting the banished dwarf. What’s the problem!?
-What changed?
-This guy is kind of abusing his power as a Courtlounger to allow you entrance.
-Don’t listen to him though, he just want to kill you.
-What!? You’re giving me mixed messages here?
-He’s an arrogant bastard; he’s going to kill you just because I tried to help you. However if he just killed you he’d lose his title as a Courtlounger that’s why he wants you to challenge him for the title.
-What’s it going to be dwarf? *He says with a huge grin*
We should just get out of here.
WHAT! We can’t back down now! An elf challenged us in front of a crowd! No dwarf would ever back down in a situation like this!
But he’s apparently the fastest swordsman there is…
I’d rather die than be disgraced by an elf like this, a dwarf never runs from an elf! That’s crazy like mouse chasing a cat or somethin’!
I agree with Nerin we should back down here…it’s not a fight we have to take…
We get to kill an elf without consequences! Isn’t that reason enough!
I don’t know if we can use the gauntlet though…there are a lot of people here…
Nerin after taking an insult from a whimsy plant picker there’s no coming back, your honor is at stake!
I’ve been thinking, we’re not actually challenging him for an entry to the city but his title as a noble. Meaning that we’d not only get in but also get all the perks of nobility, the life that we we’re all really born for, eh?
Aye!
Wait, wait, wait aren’t you getting ahead of yourself there… We have to defeat him first…
I think it’s…over…
No! Do something! Anything! THROW THE FUCKING AXE!!!
Uhmm no, maybe…uhmm…maybe…we could attack the crowd! It might get the gauntlet going again...
What, we’re in enough trouble already; I don’t see how murdering innocent people I front of a crowd would make things better!
But it’s…it’s a last ditch effort! We got nothing to lose at this point!
I’d suggest we start tearing off the nearby female's shirts and throwing them at the attacker in an attempt to slow/blind/stop/trip/mesmerize.
I like this idea but I don’t feel like this is neither the right place nor the right time for it!
Maybe we need to use that strangling thing that Tenebrosus did?
I don’t even know what the fuck happened back there…
How did you plan on actually reaching him though?
Uhmm…
It is merely a wooden stick! As he is about to swing simply grab the blade and finish him!
That might just work…
Uhmm a plan like that needs a finishing line though…
What?
How ‘bout; "This is your last chance to surrender, elf. You've proven you are a great warrior and worthy of your title, but if you force our hand, your people will lose their champion today. Do not make me destroy you."
…well…perfect…I guess.
Wait…do you think we could activate the gauntlet with our own blood!?
Why do you think Nerin hurting himself will be helpful? He's already banged up as it is.
And we already made a plan….
Wait, wait I’ve got a better idea! WE LIGHT OUR SELVES ON FIRE!
That’s the most stupid proposition so far.
No don’t you get it!? He’s sword is made from wood. You know what burns wood? Yea that’s right! FIRE!
Quickly let’s go with the plan!
No, don’t you see!
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan!
(OOC, I was too lazy to colour each persons conversation...I guess Nerin's too fucked up to judge who is who at this point :P)
As I hear a loud chuckling followed some inaudible sound that I believe to be some snarky comments from the elf I rise onto my feet as one last feat of strength. The wind had stopped flowing and the two of us once again stood frozen facing each other. The crowd was cheering obnoxiously and seemed to find great joy in the execution of a lonesome dwarf. Where are all your fine standards and just morals now huh? The elf then raised his hands in the air followed by an immediate cheer from the audience, in an instant he’s recklessly charging towards me faster than I’ve ever seen someone move before. The crowd needlessly to say goes wild in anticipation of the final blow…
The voices start shouting different orders at the same time and I can’t pick out what they want me to do, at this point I’m completely panicking. Somehow they seem fairly united on agreeing to the fact that I should somehow grab his sword.
I can’t even finish my thought before the sword comes down upon me; luckily it comes in a wide arching swing from the left instead of the quick thrust like previously. He must have thought I’d given up…
In the last moment I manage to grab on to the blade in motion, a hefty pain spurts out in my hand and our eyes lock on as we stand before each other. In a soft voice the elf whispers:
- Do your worst…dwarf, hope you weren’t too fond of that hand of yours.
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As he says that he thrust his sword deep into my hand cutting off the ligaments and shallow arteries.
This is your chance Nerin!
Fast!
WHAT CAN I DO!? HE’LL KILL ME!
Do the Tenebrosus thing!
What!?
Grab his bloody throat!
I don’t have time to finish the conversation and in a last desperate attempt I lounge myself at his smug face and grab on to his neck.
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This place again...
It actually worked!
Well yea…still don’t make bets like that in the future when lives are at stake!
Hey, what’s life without a lil’ bit o’ spice!
….sigh
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-What is this wretched place!?
-What the fuck is going!?
-Answer me dwarf!
-uhhm…
This is fantastic! Just roll with the assassin dude’s speech.
What!?
Yea like about this place and stuff, you know to freak him out and such!
-This is the inside of Extortusshis.
-What is this foul magic!?
-Extortusshis is one of Silverdrop’s five artifacts, six if you count the lost throne. But it was not made by a dwarf from here; in fact it was not made by a dwarf at all. We got all the time in the world in here, heh heh heh…
-I don’t understand!? How do I escape this place!?
-Time does not exist in here. It is just you and me.
-Even if this is hell and I am doomed to die here I shallt take you with me dwarf!
-Your words mean nothing, and your life is already mine.
-Hah, you might’ve trapped me but I shall never fall!
Damn this guy got some guts…for an elf that is of course!
-This is your last chance to surrender, elf. You've proven you are a great warrior and worthy of your title, but if you force our hand, your people will lose their champion today. Don't make me destroy you.
-Wait…you’ll let me go?
Uhmm…
I didn’t expect that…
Do we even know how to get out of here?
I think we have to kill him like last time…
That’s…well…
-Uhmm…no. I finally got you exactly where I want you!
-Hah, dwarven liar! Nothing has changed, I could beat you even if the sky and the ground switched place, even if the sea rose higher than the tallest mountain, even if I’d lost my sight the outcome would still be the same!
-Perhaps, but I’m not the only one you have to beat!
-Huh?
I suddently feel extremly Nauseous and start belching...
-What the fuck are you doing!?
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The elf goes pale white with fear as some of the strange figures engage in combat while the others swarm around the fight crackling in unison.
In a great display of superb swordplay the elf took on the horde of attackers and gracefully dodged incoming swings from all directions. At first the figures had attacked with great joy and twisted smiles but for every failed attempt they grew more agitated, however neither their great numbers nor their superior strength was enough to bring him down.
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Stand back peasants! This fateful situation calls for some divine intervention!
Oh thou simple beast facing the great Gili Stonehelm'
Oh how thou shallt suffer from my deific wrath’
Oh thou lost soul on the verge of hell’
Oh how thou shallt be purged by fire or reason. Possibly both.
With these words he paranoid one scurries of to some unknown location without anyone paying much attention as the battle is still ongoing, however as stagnant as ever.
He doesn't emerge again for a few urists when he suddently comes crawling in on all fours looking atrociously happy. What follows next was a disgrace to both parties fighting really...
A detail that will most likely be left out if this tale was ever to be sung by another in a distant future...
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And in an instant the balance of the fight had been completely taken apart. As the elf was brought down to the ground one of the figures rushed up and decisively crushed the elf’s wrist followed by two others grabbing his leg and twisting it until the bone snapped out with a loud crack. Finally one of the larger figures slowly lifts his foot and rests it upon the elf’s head. The elf looks desperately over at me but just as he does that the paranoid one reaches down really close to look slyly at the elf. "I guess that’ll be the last thing he’ll ever see", I think as I hear a loud crunch and the mysterious wasteland fades away.
As I feel the elf’s body go limp in my grasp I quickly slam my sliced up fist at his face to simulate a killing blow to not raise any suspicion to the strange event that had just occurred
The cheering dies down and a loud gasp goes through the crowd, followed by panicked shouts and surprised mumbling
As I drop the elf to the ground the world goes red, the strange light or smoke or whatever it is engulfs me. As it flows around me greater than ever before I can’t really grasp its presence, flowing slowly like waves on a still day yet the edges jumped playfully like a roaring fire. Having neither resonance, fragrance, taste nor form its existence was hard to define. In a way it was similar to fire in the sense that neither one was a form of vapor even though they didn’t react to exterior elements but while the fire is so easily definable due to its thermal expulsion the red mist was no warmer than the air around it and was almost undetectable but for a faint subsiding feeling like sinking into a bed of moss or submerging your hand in lukewarm water. The whole event might’ve been fairly pleasant if it weren’t for my wounds starting to itch like the flesh itself was crawling underneath my skin and over my bones.
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I was however quickly awoken from my moment of thought by a loud scream followed by some frightened voices. As I turned around the crowd was in complete dismay, some were running back for the city others were frozen in place just staring with widened eyes. Some of the more vocal bystanders started shouting things about dark magic and evil wizards and after the initial chock had died down some of the military started circling me cautiously with long spears pointed at my throat. I might’ve regained my strength but I was in no position to fight a multitude of armed military.
-Hey guys…stop it!
…
-You have no right to do this!
…
-I WON FAIR AND SQUARE!
…
-He challenged me for fuck sake!
…
-I don’t deserve this!
-You…you used some foul magic! We all saw it!
-This isn’t my doing! I got this thing by killing an evil murderer in the past!
-The only evildoer here is you scum!
-I won the fucking duel though! You can’t treat me like this!
-Stand down dwarf!
*I’m forced down on my knees again*
-Let me speak to the council-guy!
-No, we’re waiting for the commander to have you executed.
-What!? That’s not fair!
-Pfff
The following wait was extremely painful, the exhaustion from the battle, the soldiers pointing their spears and the judging eyes of the crowd…
I had won…I had beaten all the odds! But they’ll still kill me?!
I can’t believe this…
I look around me to find anyone that might help me but crowd’s eyes were either filled with malice or with tears at this point…
I managed to spot Amathspar far off in the back where he stood looking mighty concerned and confused while clenching Wilfred to his chest.
Sehdul on the other hand was over at her brother’s body paying no attention to any other simultaneous events such as my arrest…
After a few urists the elven woman whom had led my captors came running, this time her frown was gone replaced by a broad smile which made a sharp contrast to all the miserable faces around us.
-Thought you could get away with killing an elf on our own ground!? Hah! And nobleman to make matters even worse; I’ll see to that you will receive a slow death.
-It was a fair duel!
-Well, I heard you used some evil magic or something so I couldn’t care any less dwarf.
-…
-I’m not surprised; you dwarves are all the same. Evil twisted creatures that take any opportunities to ruin people’s life!
*Suddenly a robed elf emerges from the crowd carrying a scroll*
-And what the fuck do you guys want now then!?
-Hrrmhrrm, on behalf of the patriarchs I have been given the authority to bring this dwarf with me to the priesthood’s residence.
-What!? Don’t you know what he just did!?
-Yes and that is why the priests wishes to have a word with him.
-I won’t let you do this a second time, kill him!
The soldiers twitch for a moment but hesitate as the robed elf lifts his hand.
-Please refrain from harming him for the time being, much appreciated.
-Fuck!
-I am merely following orders here so would you please refrain from expressing your agitation right here and instead make a complaint with the council that if approved might later reach my superior amongst the ranks of the Sun.
She grinds her teeth loudly as she walks off in anger for a second time. As she does that the soldiers with the spears back off only to be replaced by four oddly dressed elves, the four then escorts me into the city and the robed elf stays behind. The crowd around as seems to be even madder than before as we cut through them…at least they seem to respect the priest dudes enough to not jump me…
Yes I’ve never been so happy to be kidnapped by a bunch of priests before!
I thought the plan was brilliant…
Why did have to turn out like this
This sucks…
Elves suck…
Life sucks…
At least were not dead!
“Yay”…sigh…
Maybe we can make a run for it!?
I think were actually safer with the priests than anywhere else right now…
For now!
I’m still in favor of the shirt tearing plan!
Well…
What do we have to lose!
As I pass by a girl in the crowd I casually reach out and grab her top as we walk past. No one even notices as there is so much commotion going on and the girl just is left standing there utterly confused.
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Worth it.
After an eternity of walking throughout Seraté while having people giving you hateful looks I'm brought down a wooden spiral staircase below one of the great tree’s roots. The climb down goes on for quite a few urists and when we finally reached the end the staircase the guards had left without a trace. The room that I had been brought into was huge and dimly lit, almost resembling a dwarven hall so I felt surprisingly at ease considering what kind of a situation I’m in. In there were five tall thrones made from a dark wood three of which were occupied, why the other two were vacant I couldn’t figure out. Amongst the occupants of the chairs were an impressive looking elf with gray hair, a sharp gaze and an exquisite outfit. Furthermore there were also a tall dirty elf with a weird hat and loads of trinkets, he’d look old even for a human or a dwarf but considering the fact that he’s an elf he must be considerably older than that. Lastly there was an elven woman with and uninterested look on her face, what was a bit jarring about her was all the strange tattoos that looked almost like scars.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/adfcourt_zps3fa2d43f.png)
-You stand before three of the five patriarchs of the sun.
-Please don’t kill me; the other guy challenged me to a duel! I didn’t mean to do it! I mean it was a fair fight so it’s not fair for me to be killed even though I did come out victorious!
-We have no interest with the petty affairs of the Courtlounger, but if you speak out of turn again I may change my mind on whether or not to execute you.
-Yes master elf, sir uhmm…
-I would not even value his miserable life over yours, however you are in possession of an object that has peaked my interests, I assume you know what I’m talking about?
On demand from the voices I lift up the recently acquired top. As he stares at me coldly I decide against it and put it back behind my back and take out the gauntlet.
-We would like to acquire as much knowledge as possible about such an artifact and as of such we’re willing to offer you a chance to avoid execution and you shall get to return to where you came from in exchange for it. What say you dwarf?
-uhmmm
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This time the voting got so complicated that I decided to just jam in as many people's opinion's as possible :P
Btw why did noone tell me that I had posted the same picture twice on the last update -_______-' (fix'd)
It'll take some time for me to write the next update so here's a random assortment of stuff in the meanwhile.
From littelest cheesmaker(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/littlestcheesemaker_zpse280197a.png)
Pretty sweet storyhttp://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=136384.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=136384.0)
This one's reeeeally old
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/EnaFrothbelch.png)
from when i just started drawing...
Wait for it....
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so stupid xD
Man, I must've been high when i made this
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Harshmountain.jpg)
trippy as fck
I have no memory of ever making this...
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Detreich.png)
Oh....how i wish i knew the context of this
I Just bit a hippo in the mouth, and ripped all of it's teeth out at once O-o. This is so weird, it needs to be drawn.
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/dh1-1.jpg)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/dnhippo.jpg)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/dh3-1.jpg)
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/dnh4.jpg)
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I always deliver
There was this albino ape that attacked a succ-fort i was in...(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/Nowweknowwhy_zps7c200879.png)
Deathgate maybe?
Perhaps the earliest work that was made on this story
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Man stuff looked like shit b then
Just some random comission work
(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/zlowpoke/rock_zps97837f0c.png)
did the background and coloring while the linework on girl was already done
More commssion work
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This one's kinda wierd tho
Concept art on some missed storylines...
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You guys make some really wierd decisions some times.
This stuff looks a bit foresty
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part of my speedpainting, mightve seen me use some of them as backgrounds b4 for this story
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Did Nerin ever have a pet?
Did he try jobs besides peasantry, did something amusing happen during that time?
Did Nerin ever worship some kind of deity?
Nice new avatar! I know you've had it a while. The slowness was for ironic purposes.
Maybe some non-canon easy to draw funny stuff?
How about the first time Nerin tried booze?
The first time he tried Elven booze! Or Elven women :P
1.Wilfred? Otherwise nope.
2.I think he tried some basic stuff like wheelbarrowing and perhpas a bit of harvesting but he never got very far.
3. Nah...not much worshipping was done at Rocklod, they were pretty basic people kinda secluded from ecnomy, religion and politics.
4. Well...ty. Not like I made it :P . On another note I'm actually not quite as slow as my usename implies, I'm a very busy person IRL. That is how I got the name, while I played WoW a few yrs ago I was still lvl 30 when my freinds were doing endgame raiding, my guild were really pushy about me not being max level after a few years so they started calling me slowpoke. (the origin story) (spoiler I never even passed 60)
5.Ah well here's your chance to be a hero and do some fan-art, anyone's free to do whatever they want. Except AFD. Noone wants to see that. Noone.
6. Well...like any other baby dwarf. I don't know xD. Nerin's such a empty and apathetic, which he has to be for the thing with the voices to work. Nerin is perhaps THE most boring character in the entire realm...
7.I'm starting to believe that I've perhaps missworded my suggestion of questions... uhmm...he drank some strawberrywine at the age of 11 and thought it was a bit too sweet.. :-\
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The history part'll be coming up soonish, also if u want to decide on your own backstory pm me. Otherwise I might choose for you. ;D
At some point in the coming update Nerin'll get the chance to study the world's history at the timeless archives so I thought I might as well post it a head of time. At the library there's litterature gathered from all around the realm so the works or not all written by elves but there's also a substantial amount of dwarven and human books.
Place take into account that-
*The opinions of each race may differ greatly on any subject.
*Before correcting me, I know what a dynasty actually is but well…they’re elves. Trust me the word will pop up sooner or later...
*The map is not representative of a physical object and is based solely on Nerin's assumptions, thus it can't be used as a point of reference when interacting with another character nor would it allow Nerin to find his way from one place to another.
Dwarven History.
(Pre-Df )
A time before time- The Creation.
At first this world was but a single point in existence. An unimaginably dense point, so dense that no matter could exist, so dense that it’s mere existence was questioned. Something dark loomed within its core, a remnant of a lost world. But in the eternal emptiness left behind the consumption of the universe some beings that existed beyond the laws of the world remained.
The sphere which we call slade made all creation impossible. These beings took action and coated the surface in paragravital layer of adamantine, a mysterious material which doesn’t resemble regular matter even on a subatomic level. Streams of molten iron and a crust of earth were created to mantle the naked globe. Upon this new world life evolved and the gods were entertained. However the strange coating had disturbed the gravity of the slade and the darkness could emerge from its former prison. Many brave souls guided by the hands of the gods gave their life to hold back the creatures of the depths. All that remains of them are their weapons, forged from the legendary metal and their long dead corpses forever guarding the gates to hell. But one of the gods had grown bored of the flowing life…
0- Time of legends- The banishing of Armok.
One of the gods, Armok, went on a never-ending crusade of slaughter joined by his legion of filth and malice. He ravaged the land for years and years, the other gods tried to keep the living safe but Armok’s thirst for blood was insatiable. The world that the gods had dreamed of had turned into a nightmare of slaughter. The different races were exterminated one after another.
In the end the gods realized that if they wanted to save this world they had to take action. As a god Armok was immortal, he also had an extensive greed for power which had made him outgrow the other deities. The Sun, the Moon and the eight human gods all united to fight him and the demonic hoards under his control. But they knew that this would not be an easy feat, sacrifices would have to be made and the world would no longer be the same. For fourteen days and fourteen nights they fought before Armok made a mistake, he had finally left an opening. The eight all forfeited their divinity to banish Armok to the dark core of the world. However they had underestimated Armok and their collective efforts was not enough to defeat him; they were caught in a tug-of-war, a battle of wills. The moon charged towards Armok to end it once and for all now that he was caught up with the eight. But just right before his demise Armok turned away from the eight and grabbed the moon by the throat. The eight had succeeded and Armok was pulled down into the darkness. But just as he was about to be banished forever he ripped off the moons head and brought it with him…
The eight had lost their powers, the moon was dead and Armok was trapped in his eternal prison. There in the darkness he waits...whispering to those above-Dig deeper…dig deeper…dig deeper… The Sun left her worldly form and in her mourning she devotes her time to shine light upon the dead body of her sister. Reflecting light similar to moonshine so that no one will forget her. And thus magic was no more.
23- All the dwarven tribes formed an alliance and the creation of the Mountainhomes began. The elves still lived in a scattered, unorganized state due to their loss of magic as well as metal craft. For without the moon the elves couldn’t work metal. The humans formed many smaller societies but continued to wipe themselves out due to civil wars.
Classic Df
89-Due to a huge surge in population size the dwarven production kept increasing rapidly. It was during the following 100 years that the Mountainhomes halls were dug out.
100- The era of pick and axe.
138 The northern continent is discovered and is often referred to only as “The scorching waste”.
150-The elves had adapted to a new way of living, together with nature.
166-During these early days not much is recorded about the various leaders as they changed constantly, back in those times the strongest dwarf got to be the leader and anyone was free to challenge the king as they pleased. However one especially remarkable leader was chronicled. Mereda the Fierce was not only the first dwarven queen but also perhaps the most potent female warrior in dwarven history, able to defeat bears with only her fists always charged in to battle before her army.
200 The era of exploration.
232- Kobaltine- The first dwarven outpost was formed.
254-Multiple expeditions are sent out to the “cursed fields” however no one returned.
281- The first map was drawn by an uncredited dwarf.
298-Around this time there began emerging reports on an earlier unnoticed behavior amongst the elves, how they would consume the corpses of their enemies and sometimes even their own kin. Their acts of cannibalism were revolting to say the least.
300- The dwarven era.
316-The dwarven expansion had harmed nature so much that the elves decided to fight back. The elves gained an advantage from the terrain and pushed back the dwarves. The dwarves answered by flooding the forest in lava. After the incident the elves weren’t seen again for a long time.
346-The dwarven outpost Kobaltine was attacked by a dragon, the dwarves fled to await the arrival of the Mountainhome’s troops. When they finally arrived a single dwarf by the name of Murâkaal had already defeated the beast single handily. The hero was awarded with an armor of which like never had been seen before.
389- After slaying countless monsters throughout the world Murâkaal met his end in a faraway cavern called the Depth of desolation.
400 The scientific era
412-A strange man going by the name of the Marauder began walking the land. It is said that he’d be seen in the most unusual places like enclosed tombs and closed off tunnels, some even claim that he would be the cause of some disappearances, this has however never been proven.
414- Laar-tark Bookbound was elected king due to his vast knowledge and brilliant strategies. During his time on the throne he developed many things from fungus agriculture to dwarven engineering. Many new species are found and listed.
460- Laar-tark Bookbound found something deep within the mountains. A single sword was forged. Laar-tark soon resided from the throne and disappeared. Mulok the wine drinker was elected the new king.
478-Mulok’s reign had brought great peace and happiness but the dwarves had grown into weak partygoers. Raal fisheye and a group of like-minded individuals charged the throne room and met little resistance from Mulok’s drunken protectors.
500 The blood era
505 Many disliked Raal’s way of ruling but he was quick to punish those who opposed him. However Raughelm the righteous challenged him to a duel where the winner took the throne. Raughelm lost the duel but still got the position as Raal was mysteriously murdered.
550 (Post-Df)
583- The first realm war.
Years of peace had made the dwarves weak, so when the elves started what is often referred to as the first realm war. Raughelm was very confident in his army as it has for centuries been considered far superior to anything that the elves or humans has managed to muster up. He sent them straight towards the elven troops and the two forces meet in a forest. Much like in the elf-dwarf war of 316 the elves were far superior once in their own element but this time they were much more organized.
On that day the dwarves lost a shameful defeat, Raughelm’s pride suffered far worse than that of the others for he was now the first dwarven king to ever lose a war. Some says he went insane on that day others claim that his actions simply were fueled by a burning desire for vengeance.
The Dwarves went into exile and the elves took over large parts of the dwarven territory. For many years people believed that the dwarves had died. Meanwhile Raughelm had begun his plan for revenge. The plan was made up of two key components. The first- He began a massive production of armor, armor of brilliant quality but far too large for any dwarf. Thousands of pieces of armor were created, it is said that the massive production increase utilized the artifact sock of Silverdrop. The second part involved digging one of the longest tunnels ever seen. The tunnel took 7 years to dig but stretched all the way from the Mountainhomes to Midland. In secret Raughelm struck a deal with the human king.
591- The second realm war -Human-dwarf alliance.
The humans order of knights were arguably the best warriors of that time, they fought with the speed of an elf and the strength of a dwarf but no man could ever pay them all to fight for a common cause. Raughelm had paid a vast quantity of gold for their aid, a sum of gold that rivaled the entirety of the human economy. Simply an offer the humans could not decline. As if they were not enough on their own Raughelm also gave each knight a set of armor unparalleled by any human workmanship.
The knights were led by General Tyrnall, the warrior with the most kills throughout history. Raughelm even gave him “the dwarven treasure” to ensure victory (the sword of y. 460). The elves suffer defeat after defeat; their weapons can’t pierce the dwarven armors and Tyrnall alone has slayed more than the collective elven force. During the final battle Tyrnall’s will begins to waver, he had fallen in love with the queen of the elves. Tyrnall throws the legendary sword into the “Sweet Sea” and thus ending the war, after that Tyrnall never returned to the lands of men and dwarves so Raughelm was considered to be the hero instead. The dwarves took back their lost territory, the humans suddenly had more money than ever before and the elven civilization was bleeding.
Raughelm was considered a hero but he himself could only see the blood spill. Soon he took his own life from guilt. Between the years 592-636 the dwarves had no king but were instead ruled by the 6 richest families. New trading opportunities with the humans covered for the losses during the war.
600 The Gray era
604-The largest city ever, Capitol, was built by the humans. Essentially all trade went through there.
620- Invasions from the west. Dwarves ignore it. No concern for the aboveground world.
636-The bond between dwarf and man that was created during the second war was strong. So when a half human half dwarf child with royal blood was born he was given the throne at the tender age of four. The Gray king’s rule begins
666- In an attempt to increase his wealth the gray king take hundreds dwarves from their homes and send them off to found the outposts- Copperdrop, Silverdrop and Golddrop. Those of unlucky souls who were sent off to the location of Copperdrop died a quick death as they were not prepared for such a journey. Golddrop was off to a good start but they soon realized that the mountain offered nothing but rock and sand. They died a slow and lengthy death of starvation. Silverdrop on the other hand prospered and the losses of the other two outposts were forgotten.
680-The gray king were still ordering more and more settlements to be built some in the most remote corners of the world. Many dwarven lives were lost here as few settlements made it past winter and those that were built in the western region of the realm were destroyed by goblin raid-parties.
683 The goblins who came from the west managed to get a strategic foothold in the realm and their troops were slowly advancing.
685- The third realm war.
Dwarves, elves and humans united to create an army only rivaled by Tyrnall’s forces back in 591. Hundreds of thousands souls on both sides fell. In the end the dark ones were pushed back…However they were persistent and changed their course for the elven capital. The elves pleaded for the aid of the other races however the Gray king chose to retreat his forces and return to his safe mountains. The humans followed the decision of the Gray king as that relation was valued higher than that to the elves. The elven capital was burned to the ground and those elves who managed to escape enslavement either fled east to Seraté or north to the Scorching waste.
700 The era of man.
709-Scoutings of a goblin structure in what used to be elven territory was confirmed from many sources. It appeared as if they had manifested there and were slowly consuming surrounding villages. Nearby settlements such as Rocklod and Peasantville were under constant attack.
710-The Gray king whom has always been considered both cruel and insane takes a turn for the worse. He starts a lot of nonsensical projects redirecting workforce to strange things and killing many innocent dwarves including his wife.
711-Multiple reports from different sources claims to have been in contact with a new sentient race, it appears to be a mix-breed between elf and goblin. Little is known about them but they do not appear to share the elven ideals nor ally with the dark forces.
714-A strange man in the city of Capitol claims to be the last mage. Few take his claims seriously but he quickly manages to rise towards the top of the political ladder. He goes by the name of Renatum Urbanus.
719-The Gray king dies. After the tyrannical reign of the insane Gray king the dwarves elected a leader with contrasting traits. Mina Lithtreck was bland, calm and considerate, perhaps just what the dwarves needed to heal the wounds the gray had caused. Lithtreck’s accomplishments were few, apart from being the second dwarven queen so not much can be said about her rule.
729- Without the gray king the dwarves lost a lot of influence, and most of the elves had been wiped out. The humans took this opportunity to expand their territory.
731-Mina forbids the usage of Jesterherb, Mina whom previously had been completely unopposed had now gained a small group of adversaries.
747-General Kartack claims that Mina’s poor knowledge of military strategy makes her unfit to lead the dwarves and she’s replaced by Lurved deMelkon. As the political power of the realm has shifted in favor of the humans, deMelkon spent a lot of effort attempting to both keep a good relationship with the humans and at the same time surpass them in multiple fields.
764-Renatum becomes the king’s advisor, arguably more influential than the king himself. Old kings fall and new ones rises but Renatum’s authority is never questioned.
784-Due to human influences some dwarves moved away from the dwarven ideals, especially the nobles. Armok was no longer considered to be real; the worshiping of other deities such as Litarette the mother of prosperity or Gili Stonehelm the god of fire became popular. Many older dwarves were strongly opposed to this.
800 The scientific renaissance.
811-deMelkon is perhaps best remembered for the year of 811 when he attempted to rival the human fleet by building the greatest warship ever witnessed. People were very impressed until it sunk.
812-It is decided that deMelkon perhaps wasn’t such a good leader after all. General Kartack whom at this point in time had left the military force and worked under the title of master strategist instead attempted to take the vacant position for himself. Others claimed that the daughter of Mina Lithreck- Ori Lithtreck- was to be crowned instead.
814- Civil war broke out between the followers of Ori and the military. During this time the Mountainhomes loses a lot of control over its provinces, in Silverdrop and Kobaltine the mayor rises to a position similar to that of a king.
842- Raughelm the second. After over 30 years of political insecurity a young heir to Raughelm the first claims the throne. The legend of Raughelm as well as people’s tiredness of poor rulership allows him to take the throne quite easily.
858-Raughelm II starts a great elf slaying campaign; many believe that this is to avenge his great-grandfather’s defeat 583. The city of Musheath was built on the edge of the northern woods to give the dwarven military a base to work from.
871- Silverdrop had for long been a scientific goldmine as the Mountainshomes did not have the funds to keep their inventors over there. Especially four names are related to the scientific progress at Blackgate. First off there’s a skilled chemist known for his experiments on genetic manipulation as well being a bit morally grey. Secondly we have the insane inventor who stands for many modern inventions. Thirdly there is a theoretical physicist claiming to have gone beyond the capacities of three-dimensional beings. And lastly the legendary scientist who has changed the world’s view on many things throughout the years with his crazy and extremely extensive experiments, also expensive.
874- The fall of Rocklod
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Red-dwarf
Blue-Human
Green-elf
Yellow-Mixed
Black-Anything really from a minotaur's lair or a ruin to a goblin settlement.
Place take into account that-
*The opinions of each race may differ greatly on any subject.
*Before correcting me, I know what a dynasty actually is but well…they’re elves. Trust me the word will pop up sooner or later...
*The map is not representative of a physical object and is based solely on Nerin's assumptions, thus it can't be used as a point of reference when interacting with another character nor would it allow Nerin to find his way from one place to another.
Elven History.
A time before time- The Creation.
At first this world was but a single point in existence. An unimaginably dense point, so dense that no matter could exist, so dense that it’s mere existence was questioned. Something dark loomed within its core, a remnant of a lost world. But in the eternal emptiness left behind the consumption of the universe some beings that existed beyond the laws of the world remained.
The sphere which we call slade made all creation impossible. These beings took action and coated the surface in paragravital layer of adamantine, a mysterious material which doesn’t resemble regular matter even on a subatomic level. Streams of molten iron and a crust of earth were created to mantle the naked globe. Upon this new world life evolved and the gods were entertained. However the strange coating had disturbed the gravity of the slade and the darkness could emerge from its former prison. Many brave souls guided by the hands of the gods gave their life to hold back the creatures of the depths. All that remains of them are their weapons, forged from the legendary metal and their long dead corpses forever guarding the gates to hell. But one of the gods had grown bored of the flowing life…
0- Time of legends- Fading moonshine.
One of the gods, Armok, went on a never-ending crusade of slaughter joined by his legion of filth and malice. He ravaged the land for years and years, the other gods tried to keep the living safe but Armok’s thirst for blood was insatiable. The world that the gods had dreamed of had turned into a nightmare of slaughter. The different races were exterminated one after another.
In the end the gods realized that if they wanted to save this world they had to take action. As a god Armok was immortal, he also had an extensive greed for power which had made him outgrow the other deities. The Sun, the Moon and the eight human gods all united to fight him and the demonic hoards under his control. But they knew that this would not be an easy feat, sacrifices would have to be made and the world would no longer be the same. For fourteen days and fourteen nights they fought before Armok made a mistake, he had finally left an opening. The eight all forfeited their divinity to banish Armok to the dark core of the world. However they had underestimated Armok and their collective efforts was not enough to defeat him; they were caught in a tug-of-war, a battle of wills. The moon charged valiantly towards Armok to end it once and for all now that he was caught up with the eight. Unfortunately due to the outmost incompetence of the eight she was brought down into the depths alongside Armok.
As punishment for their failure the eight were stripped of their divinity and took on a mortal form. However Armok was forever trapped in his dark prison deep beneath the earth and as the years passed his existence became questioned by the newer generations. Mourning the death of her sister the Sun left this plane of existence and now rests at her spot on the celestial weave forever illuminating the memory of the moon. The loss of the moon was a tremendous injury to the elven people as they had now lost the gifts of warfare (metal), civilization (agriculture) and “the core” (magic).
However, through elven ingenuity a new way of living was soon formed, a way where instead of living off nature one would live with nature. Whatever shortages were left after the Moon’s disappearance could be overcome with help from the Sun whom made substitutes for the skills that had been lost. While the elves were still recovering from having their way of life being crushed in an instance the dwarves took their chance to expand outwards into the lands and downwards into the earth. To the east they carved out the core of a majestic mountain and called it home. At this point in time man had not yet been brought up from their pitiful existence of fighting each other on muddy grasslands by cultural influences and achieved nothing noteworthy.
150- The dynasty Que-re’Hlae
Que-re’Hlae was a tough but just ruler. During his reign many elven standards were set revolving moral values and such. He vowed to protect nature and any elf that broke that rule either by apathy or ill intent was banished from the lands that would later be called the great forest of Turiaa. It is believed that the residents of Sliverslaa would be their descendants.
200-As dwarves began imposing on elven land a lot of tension was built up between the two nations. However, at this point in time any dwarves reaching the west were either merchants or explorers. Due to this increased interaction “common” became more and more common across the realm.
244- Que-re’Hlae exclaimed the towering oak of the northern woods to be a symbol of worship.
290-After an almost century long approach the dwarves had slowly began expanding; one due to trade connections with both humans and elves but they also kept claiming land and harvesting it for valuable resources. However, only smaller skirmishes broke out as the human tribes acted as a buffer between the two.
298-A group of extremist by the name of the Twisted pines had taken Que-re’Hlae teachings one step further and equalized all life to a point were sentience no longer bore any significance when it came down ethical decisions, in battle the would consume the flesh of their enemies whether it be man, elf or some of the lower races. This was of course frowned upon by the community even though it brought great fear to the enemies.
316-The dwarven expansion had harmed nature so much that the elves decided to fight back. Due to superior skill and tactics the elves managed to fend off the invading forces. Days went on and no further attacks came. When the elves finally began celebrating their victory the dwarves somehow managed to open up the core of the earth and spill its blood across the land. As the burning tide rushed towards the forests of Midland Que-re’Hlae climbed atop his mount and lifted his spear encouraging his fellow elves to do the same. Most ran from the luckily slow but devastatingly hot lava. His rumored last words were- I’ve lived my life as one with nature and now we shall die as one as well. The elves had suffered complete and utter defeat after a battle that they had won. The collective elven spirit was low and for the first time in 150 years the elves stood without a ruler.
318-The dynasty of- Ruran’Heasinddare
Ruran’Heasinddare was old even in elven terms when he rose to power; he was famous for his wisdom but also for his slow thinking. During his period of rulership the elven society slowed down quite a bit and few major contributions were made however he did manage to reestablish old relations with the other races. Many opposed of him reengaging trade with the dwarves but he was much too stubborn to have his will swayed, it is even rumored that at some point around 440 he met with the dwarven king Laar-Tark Bookbound and shared a drink. He also spent time on teaching the humans about the elven ways however his plans there never came to any fruition as as soon as he would turn his back on the humans for a few years they would start beating on each other and start killing animals again. They did however learn a thing or two about how to create a functioning society and human cities began emerging here and there.
412-A strange man by the name of Lecasqradue the gravewalker, more commonly known as the Marauder, began traveling the land. His intentions were unknown to all but multiple sources claim to have seen him loot graves, robbing houses and even killing people without leaving a trace behind.
509-A new dwarven king going by the name of Raughelm had taken the throne, he ruled in a very aggressive way that later on led to once again shutting down all trade between elves and dwarves.
549-When Ruran’Heasinddare later died of old age he was celebrated as a great ruler even though there had earlier been some controversy involving dwarves.
555-The dynasty of Therua’Banni-valsa
For 6 years no candidate had stepped forward to claim the position as ruler but as time went on the lack of a direct power made it hard to keep the people united so one of the most influential families stepped up and proposed that a young woman by the name of Therua’Banni-valsa would get the position. Therua’Banni-valsa was renowned for her beauty and overwhelming authority however she was not well versed in politics. She did however manage to convince the others with incredible rhetorical skills and her stunning appearance. As time went on it became that not only did she have the wits of an elf twice her age but also a natural affinity towards leadership. In an instant the elven world had become more vibrant than ever.
583- The first realm war.
War was on the horizon and once again people began questioning the queen’s ability to lead and some even suggested giving over control to a general, at least during time of war. The queen’s calm demeanor slowly rekindled their faith and when the first dwarven army was spotted no elf had any doubt left in their heart. Due to surprisingly cunning strategy and brilliant ruling from Therua’Banni-valsa the elves won a deceive victory.
Therua’Banni-valsa was celebrated as a hero and the dwarves seemed to have left the face of the earth entirely. At first people thought that they might be preparing some sort of counter attack but as the years passed it crossed people’s minds that all of the dwarves might have died became, which became likelier and likelier for each passing day.
587-The elves begin taking control of all the land previously claimed by the dwarves and many new cities and settlements were built. Amongst them only Seraté stands today, which later became a center of worship as it was located beneath the Towering oak.
591- The second realm war
The humans order of knights were arguably the best warriors of that time, they fought with the speed of an elf and the strength of a dwarf but no man could ever pay them all to fight for a common cause.
Suddenly without a warning an incredible army marched over the horizon, tall figures clad in the finest dwarven steel glimmering in light of the setting sun, led by a man wearing a brown and golden tabard as well as an effervescent blue sword of which like no one had ever witnessed before. Chaos erupted as soldiers were called to arms, guards were manning the barricades and ferocious beasts were gathered from the forest. Therua’Banni-valsa looked uncharacteristically stressed as more and more troops kept emerging in to view. What followed was a complete bloodbath and the elves suffered defeat after defeat to these strange new adversaries. Everything was covered with blood except for one untainted blue blade in the middle of the mayhem seemingly cutting the very fabric of existence leaving no foe unscathed. People begged Therua’Banni-valsa to retreat further back in to the forest but Therua’Banni-valsa stared death right in the eye while reciting Que-re’Hlae’s famous last words. The events that directly followed were strange to both sides as when the attacking forces reached the position of lady Therua’Banni-valsa they stopped perhaps on Tyrnall’s orders, perhaps due to some innate respect her nobleness, but most sources cite that they stopped in awe of her radiant persona and lost their will to fight. During the final quivering moments of the war Tyrnall ripped of his bloodied helmet and kissed Therua’Banni-valsa thus ending the war. His confused forces wandered back the way they came across the bloodied fields of Midland as Tyrnall returned with the remaining elves to the great forest of Turiaa. People were outraged when a marriage between Therua’Banni-valsa and Tyrnall was decided upon. Therua’Banni-valsa whom were held in high regard after winning one war and stopping another were now to be banished for siding with the one whom had slayed thousands of their kin. On the very day of the ceremony they were both thrown out without a place to return to and both without honor in the eyes of their people.
592-The dynasty of Isalae’Tyraltin
The elves were thrown into a state of chaos and there was widespread starvation and a lack of workforce. People felt a strong hatred towards the dwarves so it was no surprise that one of the commanders from the previous war was chosen. Isalae’Tyraltin was a strong-willed but silent woman whom had lost an arm in the previous assault. That combined with her piercing eyes and a deep black spot on her cheek gave her a very menacing look. Under her rule society was slowly rebuilt mostly due to her harsh punishment for those who couldn’t follow orders. Meanwhile Seraté had been completely cut off from the motherland due to dwarfs reclaiming their land, now Seraté is instead ruled by the order of the Sun. The entire organization was shrouded in mystery and still is today, it’s is widely known that they are manipulators of magic however there are few whom claim to have seen it and even fewer who know what the purpose of their strange trips in to no-man’s-land might be. However their authority is not compromised in any situation.
604-The largest city in history, Capitol, was built by the humans. Essentially all trade went through there.
606- A woman calling herself the oracle made prophesy telling that the worst is yet to come, that another war was coming, much worse than the previous one. She gained quite a following but was banished for disturbing the peace.
615- Things were finally back to normal except for the traumatized look in people’s faces, the low headcount and how people felt burned-out due to overexertion.
620- Something dark emerged from the far west. Dwarves ignored it and the humans were hesitant in their reaction.
628- First contact with these weird creatures, the brunt force of them seemed to be made up of goblins however their ranks were mixed up with all kinds of foul inbred beasts and creatures, a true shame to nature in its entirety.
636- A strange creature, not man nor dwarf was born. Its actions later in life would make the world a worse place to live in. They called it “the Gray king”
657- The constant attack was too much for the already weakened elven forces, defense after defense fell.
683- The goblins who came from the west managed to get a strategic foothold in the realm and their troops were slowly advancing.
685- The third realm war.
Dwarves, elves and humans united to create an army only rivaled by Tyrnall’s forces back in 591. Hundreds of thousands souls on both sides fell. In the end the dark ones were pushed back…However they were persistent and changed their course for the elven capital. The elves pleaded for the aid of the other races however the cowardly Gray king chose to retreat his forces and return to his safe mountains. The greedy humans soon followed his example as they saw no gain in fighting and thus the alliance had been broken and all that remained was the horde of greenskins and lingering taste of foul betrayal. Isalae’Tyraltin swore to one day get her revenge but fell alongside Turiaa at the hands of the enemies overwhelming forces. Those elves who managed to escape enslavement either fled east to Seraté or sailed north to the Scorching waste, others set up their own settlements on the whistling planes. Of them only the village of Atkara remains today.
688-The dynasty of Fera-Si’Banniarnith
After Turiaa’s fall a new leader had to be chosen, the order were however hesitant to give away their power. After three years of negotiations the political power was split in four including the order, the general, the council and of course the newly elected queen Fera-Si’Banniarnith whom at the time was still cheerful and of an optimistic nature. Perhaps what the elves needed at the time.
695- A large number of half-beasts had suddenly migrated to the northern woods due to unknown causes; it was later suspected that the humans had begun kidnapping the beastmen from their natural habitants to keep them in their cities. The reasoning behind it remained a mystery however. Fera-Si’Banniarnith took them in and let them take residence in the northern part of the woods, as far away from the humans as possible.
709 In the ashes of what had once been the home of the elves a large menacing goblin structure had now risen. Nearby settlements such as Rocklod, Peasantville and multiple elven refuges were under constant attack.
711-Strange creatures of unknown origin calling themselves dark elves started emerging here and there in the western realm, allying with no one.
714-A man going by the name of Renatum Urbanus turns up in the human city Capitol and claims to be a magician. Whether he actually knows magic was never cleared up but he quickly reached a position of power. The order took great interest in him but never got a chance to get close.
718- Human knights continually fought the goblins in the west to protect the smaller villages and push back the invasion. At this point the human army was split up in to 4 major groups, the Vanguard of the aegis whom fight an endless war in the west, the clan of the lance whom are no more than common thugs, and the army of steel which is no more than the nobles private guard and the brotherhood of the sack which was formed a few years later by Jeruda Rightling.
729- With the elves at an all-time low after the third realm war and the dwarves slowly losing their influence the humans got a stronger and stronger grip of the realm as a whole.
734-On the order’s orders a hidden city by the name of Celedome was built deep within the forest, purpose being to protect the elven legacy in case another war were to break out.
752- Fera-Si’Banniarnith married an elven man and a great feast is conjured, marrying was rare amongst elven queens and kings.
788- The order of the Sun is out in the world investigating mysterious phenomenon, multiple attempts at investigating Renatum Urbanus were made but they never reached the capital.
800-Both dwarves and humans spent a lot of time and money on controlling the realm’s sea routes, as no elven coastal cities remained in the realm the elves quickly surrendered their authority.
842- Raughelm the second reached the human throne and holding a strong grudge towards elves even though he was not there to see the first realm war himself he began killing elves everywhere. Large armored battalions of trained knights rode out to slay any defenseless elf they could find. Amongst them were Fera-Si’Banniarnith husband, with him died her carefree nature and Seraté has been fighting the dwarves on the edge of the northern woods ever since.
846-Having troubles cutting through the dense forest Raughelm split up his forces hunting elves across the land instead, any refuges remaining fell quickly but Atkara where humans from Wuppentrump stepped in to protect the elves remained. In exchange for their protection however they had to pay large sums in taxes. The dwarves were forced to accept this as Atkara was surrounded on three sides by human cities, whenever an elf went against the landlords they would often be left out to a bunch of waiting dwarves.
858- The outpost of Musheath was built on the edge of the northern woods to give the dwarven military a base to work from.
871- After a 2 year long peruse of the being known as Lecasqradue the Gravewalker the order of the Sun finally managed to find and defeat him, the details of the battle are unknown but it is said that upon the death of the Gravewalker a flock of ravens had swopped down and consumed the body entirely.
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Human History.
¨At the beginning the old gods called the eight created the world but left shortly after.
But the world was pretty empty, there lived humans elves and dwarves. However they were all hungry and sad.
Then the god of harvest Jones gave them bread to eat.
And so they rejoiced.
Then the god of good business Violet gave them money.
And so they rejoiced.
Then the god of purity Vera gave them purity
And so they rejoiced.
Then the other god of harvest Nelson gave them more bread
And so they rejoiced.
Then the elves angered the gods and they could no longer harvest or count money.
Then the dwarves angered the gods and they became impure.
Sometimes other deities that are friends of the gods helped out; they are to be thanked as well.
Thus the world became as we see it today.
The time of tales.
23-At the early years mighty clans of humans fought each other for fame and glory, their names have been forgotten but not their sacrifice. During these early years they fed the hungry elves that could not bake bread themselves and helped the dwarves carve a hole in the mountain in which they could live.
96-This is the time of many classic tales such as Jacob the happy miller and Peter and the big stick, a time of greatness and honor.
150- After getting advice from the wise men of Netthorp the elves learned how to live off what nature gave them. They were very thankful to mankind.
188- The written language was invented and quickly shared with the other races.
232- At this point in time the dwarves that like to stay in their holes began wandering the earth and finding out about new places. Whenever they reached a new destination they would ask the humans living there about it and writing down the answer to bring back to their hole. Many were surprised that someone had actually managed to teach them how to write.
244-A strange sickness haunted the land. Many succumbed to it and died, luckily the humans managed to cure it before the elves or the dwarves got sick.
281-The humans used their superior knowledge to create a map which was then shared with the world. It was surely the greatest invention of its time.
290-The tribal instincts in the lesser races got too strong and they started attacking each other throughout the land. Luckily the humans were there to keep them from bringing too much harm to each other.
316-The gods of harvest, Nelson and Jones, both knew that there was nourishment for crops within the crust of the earth so they brought it up in a great flame that scorched midland only to leave behind very fertile ground. Humanity thrived.
333-The cities of Wuppentrump and Riverloft are formed around the fertile ground of 316.
341- The family of Juff.
Jurgel Juff managed to unite all clans under the same banner for one day and two nights, during that time he became the first king of the realm.
346- A bewinged snake was spotted in the sky, but just before it decided to go into battle with the great warriors of Wuppentrump a young boy’s prayer made it flee its course and head east.
350- Meanwhile bands of heroes were out cleansing the world of ancient monsters, some seemingly older than the gods themselves. Many races of animalmen went extinct due to the heroes having trouble differentiating between monsters and halfbeasts.
354- Jurgel Juff’s son became the next king when his father died valiantly fighting in the third Juff war, defeating his opponent and nephew Horvard Juff.
355- The Family of Mock.
Jurgel Juff then loses the title of king in a drinking contest against William Mock, making him the new king of the realm. William the I’s first course of action was to build a second church for Nelson, this led the believers of Jones to feel excluded so he also built a second church for Jones. Riverloft now had four churches dedicated to harvest. Good times were had.
364-Wilfred the II became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
384-Wilfred the III became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
412- A foul being called the Marauder began traveling the land; he ate bad children and used to take unguarded purses. Still today many things that are viewed as petty crimes are actually the work of the Marauder.
414-Wilfred the IV became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
432-Wilfred the V became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
434- The first Clayfeast festival was celebrated on the second day of spring; the festival involves such activities as drinking, mudwrestling and the public hanging of infamous criminals. The feats origin has been lost in time and there are no records of why it was started in the first place.
464-Wilfred the VI became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
468-Wilfred the VII became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
492-Wilfred the VIII became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but died after falling out of bed on a cold winter morning.
509- There is a sudden increase in trade amongst both dwarves and elves. Presumably another one of their useless power struggles to see who could get the best value goods.
522-Wilfred the IX became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
524-One of the churches of Jones burns down in Riverloft.
536-Wilfred the X became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
558-Wilfred the XI became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but had to step down from the position of king after being involved in an indecent scandal.
567-Wilfred the XI became the new ruler after his father’s resignation, but he was horribly murdered by a large mob of angry villagers whom wanted a new family to sit on the throne.
568- The family of Vyold.
Gerald Vyold became the next king of the realm by going around telling people that he was in fact the king until the general public eventually accepted it.
As the dwarves greedily were taking up more and more land he decided to start building an army. His plan of having a united fighting force failed as he didn’t have the funds to support it. The plan’s effect was instead that there suddenly were a lot of knights doing protection business at local farms.
A band on traveling knights was formed under the banner of count Tyrnall, they would ride around the kingdom saving people in need and slaying foul beasts.
583-The dwarves and elves were at it again, shedding blood just for the thrill of it. Such simple beings. The elves probably won as the dwarves disappeared after that. Most thought they were dead.
587-Elves began to wandering around everywhere looking mighty smug.
591-Suddently a dwarf had popped out of the ground, he came with a message from the dwarven king begging for the might of the humans. Vyold realized that perhaps this was a project he could not handle in such a short amount of time so he was about to reject it when the messenger kept reciting the payment which far exceeded Vyold’s wildest dreams. He quickly accepted and sent his own messengers packed with gold to buy every knight within reach. Thousands upon thousands of the realms finest warriors gathered together for a common cause, dwarves and men side by side prepared to fight the fiercest battle of all time. And so the hour of action was upon them.
The knights were led by General Tyrnall, the warrior with the most kills throughout history. Dwarf-king Raughelm even gave him “the dwarven treasure” to ensure victory (a mysterious but powerful sword). The elves suffered defeat after defeat; their weapons couldn’t pierce the dwarven armors and Tyrnall alone had slain more than the collective elven force. Seeing defeat on the horizon the elves played a dirty trick and attempted to seduce the mighty Tyrnall. As his will began to waver Tyrnall threw the dwarven sword into a lake and thus ending the war, after that Tyrnall never returned to the lands of men and dwarves but the at that point in time no one could care less for mountains of gold were being shuffled upon the streets of Jylmen. Violet be praised!
604-The largest city ever, Capitol was built where Jylmen used to lie using all the gold given by the dwarves. Essentially all trade went through there.
606-Long paved roads were built in all directions since when in doubt build a road.
608-Due to the sudden increase in wealth a large amount of noble families were created very quickly by the most “hardworking” and “honorable” people in the kingdom.
610 -The family of Elgade.
When Vyold died of old age he wanted to pass on the title to his son but at that point in time the mayor of Capitol, Jide Elgade, had more power than the king so he simply took the title for himself.
At important trade points cities like Mecker, the Watering hole and Limonia spurted forth. Also the city of Vidvall was built to feed the increasing population of Capitol
620- The elves said that something dark emerged from the far west. At that point in time it was impossible to know if it as true or not so the humans prayed to Vera for it not to be.
621-A new city already inhabited by humans was found down south along the road. It was simply called Nef.
624- Jide tried to force a taxation law on the city of Nef; any attempts were however quickly shut down by the locals.
626-Trading with the dwarves resulted in a huge income and Midland as a trade empire just grew stronger by the day. Violet be praised!
636-The bond between dwarf and man that was created during the second war was strong. So when a half human half dwarf child with royal blood was born he was given the dwarven throne at the tender age of four.
654-Jide’s younger brother took the throne by stabbing the older brother, whether it actually was a duel or not is hard to say since there was only one blade present at the scene and Jide had been chewing on some chicken at the fatal moment.
659- A horrible sickness came through Midland causing coughing and internal bleeding, many died but the cause was never found, 9 years later the sickness was cured by Vera.
683 The goblins who came from the west managed to get a strategic foothold in the realm and their troops were slowly advancing.
685- The third realm war.
Dwarves, elves and humans united to create an army only rivaled by Tyrnall’s forces back in 591. Hundreds of thousands souls on both sides fell. In the end the dark ones were pushed back by the might of the human knights. The Gray king thanked the king of the realm for cleaning out those foul creatures. Later a couple of stragglers managed to pull off a sneak attack and light the elven forest on fire. The elven capital was burned to the ground and those elves who managed to escape the flames either fled east to Seraté or north to the Scorching waste.
Jide’s brother died from a heart attack during the war, didn’t have the nerves for it. His daughter Mirquette became the new ruler and the first queen.
692-She had a strange fascination with the bizarre tribes of animal people that roamed the land, while they had previously been considered sentient creatures Mirquette governed them to be classified as lowly animals. Most of them were enslaved and the breeding of beastmen became a luxury pastime amongst nobles.
698- Mirquette was mostly famous for her cruel ways of torturing prisoners and in 698 she formed the first law enforcement company called the Shackles.
709-Scoutings of a goblin structure in what used to be elven territory was confirmed from many sources. It appeared as if they had manifested there and were slowly consuming surrounding villages. Nearby settlements such as Rocklod and Peasantville were under constant attack.
710-Dwarven politics became very unstable around this point but their trade was as good as ever.
711- Strange creatures of unknown origin calling themselves dark elves started emerging here and there in the western realm; it appeared to be a mix-breed between elf and dwarf.
714- The kings’ advisor Renatum Urbanus made his first appearance and explained his role as a magician.
718- Human knights continually fought the goblins in the west to protect the smaller villages and push back the invasion, bravely. At this point the human army was split up in to 3 major groups, the Vanguard of the aegis whom protects the realm from the threat in the west and was made up primarily by the heritors of Tyrnall’s army, the clan of the lance whom roam the land and keeps order however they’re of a more dubious character than the other knights, and the army of steel whom reside in capital with the sole mission of protecting the noble houses.
719-The Mountainhomes calmed down to the point where nobles could come and visit.
725- Mirquette caught a strange disease and became permanently bedridden which meant that her son Eric took the throne.
726-Eric spent much effort trying to impress his mother, the decrowned queen, to no avail; his peaceful manners never fit her view on the world. This led to a lot of anxiety on Eric’s part whom were probably never meant to be a ruler, ultimately this all boiled down to Eric Elgade aspiring to make a name for himself as a great king.
731-Eric decided to march against the southern city of Nef that had been opposing the crown for too long, bringing no less than 8000men. As he began to set up camp around the city to prepare for a slow siege of Nef the citizens just rushed out with no regard for battle tactics. Men, women and even children all charged with a crazed fury towards the surprised soldiers, when Eric finally managed to escape he had already lost 2000 men to a bunch of angry townsfolk with pitchforks.
746-Eric grew bored of living as a noble and ran off with a prostitute/pirate. His only legitimate son, Vipaldo, took his place. Vipaldo was only 14 at the time so he got a lot of help from different advisors.
750-The elves had grown very quiet and not much trade was being conducted, the dwarves however seemed eager to keep up their economically beneficial relation. Violet be praised!
764-Renatum becomes the king’s advisor, arguably more important than the king himself. Old kings fall and new ones rises but Renatum’s authority is never questioned.
782- The family of Mui.
The Elgade line ended with Vipaldo whom never married. After him there were many takers for the throne but in the end the theatrical house of Mui got it by superior usage of propaganda. They quickly used this newly acquired power to introduce the world to fashion, art and trendy deities.
800-The dwarf spent a lot of efforts to keep up with the humans in many fields, to no avail. Their attempt at challenging the human’s seafaring was especially poor, the poorly named ship Seaslug sunk at a dwarven harbor in 811. During this time both the coastal city of Mutuger and the military outpost Jecker Island were created
805-The last of the pirates are brought down by the human fleet however their booty was never found.
814-Dwarven civil war is bad for business.
819- A small war between Vidvall and Riverloft breaks out over a few weeks, the cause seems to be related to Riveloft’s ancient honor code.
828- House Mui still ruled Midland but people no longer remembered who held the actual title of supreme ruler. However they had begun moving away from their previous ideals and were now more focused on the never-ending war in the west, where the goblins were still gaining ground.
842-The dwarves led by Raughelm II began killing elves again.
846-Any refuges remaining fell quickly to the dwarven aggression but at Atkara where human landowners saw an opportunity to make a good deed and a profit at the same time so they stepped in to protect the elves that remained. In exchange for their protection however they had to share a bit of their livelihood with their protectors. The dwarves were not happy with this so a second mutually beneficial deal was struck, any elven troublemakers were to be left out to the dwarfs, giving the dwarves what they came for and keeping the workers in their shoes. Violet be praised!
858- The city of Musheath was built on the edge of the northern woods to give the dwarven military a base to work from.
869- Another small war between Vidvall and Riverloft breaks out over a few days, the cause seems to be related to Riveloft’s ancient honor code again.
875-The old village of Limonia was torched to the ground by bandits, a group of soldiers were deployed to steer things up but the damage had already been done.
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Red-dwarf
Blue-Human
Green-elf
Yellow-Mixed
Black-Anything really from a minotaur's lair or a ruin to a goblin settlement.
After defeating the previous Courtlounger I had to decide how best to use the privileges that comes with the position, at first the obvious choice of abusing the situation to fulfill my every whish and completely surrender myself to dwarven greed seemed tempting. However the voices saw the potential consequences of such a choice, if I wanted to remain in the city I probably had to attempt to make allies in a city that preemptively hated me simply based on my racial origin. Others suggested that I should put in an effort to strengthen myself to the point where I could defend the title by force. That in the end the voices chose to go for the more diplomatic solution surprised me greatly considering their past concerns, however this decision was not me against as I might finally have chance to relax without any fighting, running or…putting cities aflame…
In the beginning it was very difficult to preserve my good will when my bad reputation led to excessive amounts of slander as well as exclusion from most communities. Even though I had the power to avoid this mistreatment due to my position I chose not to use it as a token of humbleness. In the end I was able still able to see it from their viewpoint as well, an enemy arrives at the gates and kills one of their kin and then they’re supposed to treat him as royalty? What a bloody mess…
At least I knew a few people around which was bit of a saving grace when it all just became too much. I spent a lot of time over at Amathspar’s place where he’d give me advice as to how I should handle the situation at hand. He started looking a bit healthier just a few days after he returned and he became more talkative, a bit too talkative…On the contrary Sehdul wouldn’t even speak to me after the death of her brother and I did not see her too often, once again understandable but somewhat unfair.
I was expected to represent my title in various social posts, however my diplomatic career was severely hurt by the fact that all noble families seemed to resent me, well I guess the same goes for the regular citizens as well. Somehow I still managed to get on talking terms with the house of Heasinddare which had slightly more tolerant disposition towards the dwarves, turns out they reached their position in society many centuries ago due to the dwarven wood trade. Most of the time I was only allowed to join them for garden gatherings, informal lunches and such but occasionally I was given the honor of sitting at their table during feasts, to the obvious dismay of the other guests of course.
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Early on during my time at Seraté I went to check out the Timeless archives which was astonishingly huge, book cases reaching far up into the air and long halls all filled with countless books from different times and writers.
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The Loremasters helped me greatly, of course because it was their duty to do so but they were contrastingly polite compared to most other elves. There were only two of them to care for the gigantic library and they felt strangely distanced from the rest of society. I got the feeling that they were somehow living in the past rather than the present. One of them even took his time to help me learn how to read and he was quite impressed with my advances, mostly due to the voices cheating and reading for me. But what surprised me the most wasn’t the size of the library nor the elves polite approach but their incredible knowledge, I could ask them literarily anything and they’d always have an adequate answer. Somehow I took a liking to the place, perhaps due to the dim lighting that reminded me of a cavern or perhaps the smell of the place. Anyway I began spending a lot of time there every time I was bothered by the large open bazaars or the bright sun.
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But no matter how much headway I made on the other fronts the day when the next challenger would step up was inevitable, I was actually fairly lucky to be given almost two weeks without a single contestant. The reason behind this was a lengthy quarrel between a multitude of people attempting to decide upon who would be worthy of taking the title. In the end a girl from one of the lesser families was chosen due to her impeccable archery skills and her family’s current affairs. I was very hesitant to join the duel considering my fighting record and not having the gauntlet to rely on, at first I tried to talk her out of it but she seemed adamant that this would be her day of glory… As soon as the battle begun I realized how greatly outmatched I was, not only was she fast enough to keep a sufficient distance between the two of us but she was also incredibly quick and precise when it came to shooting. In just a few moments I was covered in arrows and blood began dribbling down my clothes, I almost wanted to surrender right then and there to avoid any more pain and humiliation but the voices had other plans. Scratch that, they had no plan. They were simply slightly more optimistic.
After what felt like a short vacation in hell the woman had suddenly stopped in her tracks and started looking around at the audience with a lost expression.
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All outta arrows, huh? A while later the match ended in a draw as she was too afraid to move in to my reach while I was far too sluggish to catch up to her, I guess a combination of dwarven sturdiness and the unbending resolve of the voices saved the day. At first I was ecstatic over the results but then I got a lingering feeling that perhaps the next time they won’t send a noble girl with no previous combat experience which brought down the mood.
At this point the Heasinddare began speaking for my cause; it was viewed as controversial not only because of me being a dwarf but also because recruiting the Courtlounger as a permanent ally would in all normal cases allow them to further their political position. I don’t know if they had any underlying motifs but I couldn’t be happier.
Wilfred seemed to like it in Seraté, the warm climate meant that he wasn’t sick as often anymore and the lush vegetation was a goat’s dream coming true. While Wilfred had been completely incompetent at navigating and finding food out in the wild it took a complete turn as soon as we had reached the city, somehow he seemed to sniff out every nock and cranny where food was to be had.
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Things was going fairly well until one evening when I was walking back from the library I suddenly heard a noise behind be on an otherwise empty street. As I turned around I saw three elves walking up towards me at an increasing pace, it was hard to tell but I identified them as part of the band that captured me at my arrival. Their ill intent became obvious when one of them drew a wooden shiv while one of the others pulled out some kind of snare. I tried to run but there’s no chance in hell that I’d ever outrun an elf. The voices told me to bring out the gauntlet and that it was a life and death situation, but still I could break my promise and give up all that I had worked for. I couldn’t abandon my honor even as the first strike brought me down to the ground, the voices were screaming at this point but all I could see was the glimmering night sky above me. Somehow I was quite content with this, to go out while standing up for my beliefs. It felt almost peaceful after all the insanities that had occurred after my plunge into madness. However something had suddenly obscured my view and it wasn’t one of the vicious perpetrators; it was someone else far up on one of the walls.
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In a swift motion the shadow dove down from above and fell towards the attackers, I didn’t manage to react in time since in the timespan of me heaving myself off the rough ground the battle was already over. Two of the other elves had fallen to their knees and were holding their faces, obviously in pain, and amongst them stood none other than one of the Loremasters.
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I recognized him immediately as I knew him quite well from our earlier reading sessions, the whole situation felt quite absurd and I could not utter a single word. The remaining ruffian seemed as confused as me but managed to shout out threats mixed with a few elven profanities. In the end they had left the scene and only my savior and I were left. He apologized on behalf of his people but tried to make me aware of their reasoning and how the long lifespan of elves can lead to a lot of hatred over the years. I made sure that I understood that we were at war but I still thought that the hate shouldn’t be directed at me. Before leaving he promised to sort out the problem, after the incident I didn’t see him for quite a while but his departing words still had me puzzled. It was not until about a week later that word reached me of a grand announcement by one of the Loremasters, the preposition that he had put forward was unheard of not only because of the Loremasters secluded way of living but also due to the contents of his report. He had not only vouched for my position but he was prepared to accept any challenges made by those that still doubted the current Courtlounger. I never got a good explanation from the cryptic bastard as to why he did it but he probably saved my life for the second time in the span of a week.
After that point life got a lot less hectic as I no longer had to worry about what new challenges were hiding around the corner and I got a chance to enjoy the elven culture as well as the grandeur nature surrounding the city. Their culture differed greatly from what I was used to, especially how their social structure was handled without coins ever exchanging hands and the distinct lack of fights or arguments. The atmosphere was so peaceful that you could never had guessed that this was a nation at war, the only hint that was ever given was the empty houses left due to the gradually declining population. And this was even beyond the great immigration of fugitives from the west; no matter how ridiculously long lives the elves led it was constantly counteracted by their gradual population growth and other factors. The climate was hotter than what I was used to but I quickly got used to it and began enjoying the warmth. Sometimes I would even follow the elven habit of meditating out in the wilderness to become more in tune with nature, it would perhaps not have been quite as much of an effort if it wasn’t for the voices inability to shut up…
But as time went on my outside status began fading slightly, perhaps because of the elves slowly getting used to my presence, perhaps because I acted out the role of Courtlounger in a less strenuous way compared to my predecessors. Within the halls of Heasinddare where I spent more and more time I began indulging myself in discussing politics, while some met me with a firmly critical standpoint others showed great interest in my ideals and propositions.
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Especially interested was a distant relative to duke Heasinddare, a young girl whom had a strange fascination with other cultures in general. While I was not able to account for much when it came to the ways of the humans we spoke of the dwarves and I recounted my earlier escapades with various greenskins.
After merely a few months not only had I managed to gain various friends throughout the city but the general consensus was also slowly shifting in my favor. While I still got a lot of harsh looks from the seemingly inconvincible military it seemed as if I was beginning to gain some trust from the council, occasionally I was even allowed to fulfill my duties as the Courtlounger by being the spokesperson at select events, needlessly to say I was not very good at it though…
My hard work at the archives was paying off and before I knew it I could read without the help of my inner benefactors, at this point I moved on to reading more advanced literature. Before I knew it I had become quite knowledgeable, especially for a dwarf. I couldn’t help but consider a more academic career as I seemed more suited for this than the adventuring life or hard labor. I’d make a great bookkeeper…or an administrator…hmmm….
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5063152#msg5063152 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5063152#msg5063152)
The voices had become quite bored with my daily routine at this point and were anxious to do something else; in the end they decided on attempting to set up a business of some kind. In a city without an economical system this seemed quite counterproductive but the voices were sufficiently confident in their ability to succeed. The plan was to delve into various enterprises where being a dwarf might act as a beneficial factor. To start off we tried to start a farming business which turned out to be a complete fiasco due to my poor farming skills as well as the fact that the elves got all their natural products seemingly out of nowhere. I tried to investigate but never managed to figure out how it worked tough. Well if they don’t need food then what do they need? Rocks! We followed up the previous failure with attempting to set up a stone importing business. Sadly we came off to a slow start firstly due to my lack of contacts outside of the city and secondly because of my inability to leave myself. But we did not give up there! Instead we set up a system where a few elven lackeys would move the stone from a rocky area just a few weeks march away. Unfortunately this met no commercial success either as the food that was traded for the transferred rocks equaled that of the provisions used to make the trip, and thus ended our attempts at conquering the elven market for good.
Instead I began spending more and more time with the Heasinddare girl whom shared many of my beliefs and still held a great interest for the world outside of the Seraté. She was fairly unlike the other members of high society in her carefree nature and even though she had the finesse of a noble woman she was comparatively a bit rough around the edges. While she was generally very easy to hold a conversation with she was also very moody and stubborn, leaving me feeling a bit lost sometimes. While she enjoyed hearing of my travels I was got to see many wonderful sights within the city walls, the view from one of the soaring messaging towers, the grand Heasinddare gardens bathed in silvery moonlight and even the majestic interior of the towering oak.
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As time went on however I couldn’t stop wondering about the order and their mysterious ways, around the city you’d catch a glimpse of their white and golden robes but even though they walked amongst the normal people no one seemed to know anything about them. It finally reached a point where my curiosity had grown too strong so I decided to investigate.
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Getting in turned out to be surprisingly easy, well, for the Courtlounger at least. As I sat with them during various sessions of preaching I found it all fairly convincing, how the Sun was the source of all energy and how it was absorbed into plants and later consumed by animals. They appeared to have thought of everything except for one little detail, there is no sun in caves yet there lives a lot of different creature. Nevertheless I was very impressed by their teachings and some dormant religious feelings had awoken within me.
Meanwhile I still continued to increase my academic knowledge by further expanding my range of chosen books now including more practical types as well as lesser known pieces, unfortunately this involved a quick dip into the mind of the kobolds with the book “There is a dead bird in this bush”. It was a horrific experience and led to many questions such as; why do they keep stuff like this and who would call their autobiography “There is a dead bird in this bush”.
Time passed like this and the seasons changed, or rather they would have but for some reason the forest was as lush as ever…there must be some elven trickery at work here…
Anyway Nimzy’Heasinddare and I moved in to a humble apartment right above a bakery, it had a great view and a small canal on the hillside right above which flowed past the window. This was a strategic choice for the canal served multiple purposes firstly it formed a miniature waterfall with a bit of imagination which I for some inexplicable reason found very calming and secondly I knew that it might come in handy in case of an accident related to Gili’s hobby. As we were both nobles neither of us had to work so we spent a lot of time at the house, often accompanied by Amathspar and his mellow tunes.
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Another strange event that occurred during this time was how some of the voices seemed to be regaining memories of past lives seemingly at random…
Hundreds of years ago during the Gray era a dwarf going by the name of Jim lived simple life back at the Mountainhomes when one day he was chosen for one of the king’s mad expeditions into no-man’s-land.
Jim reluctantly accepted as he knew that death would be the only option at hand.
They reached the destination completely devoid of riches and covered in a layer of macabre sand.
Too far west they had ventured into goblin land and now they were forced to make a stand.
The fight was however over before it began
Off to slavery with Jim and his clan
Killed off were those that saw an opportunity and ran
Jim was left without a plan
As the years passed he grew crooked n’ insane
During the third war he was freed to fight beside the goblin bane
In a most gruesome way his foes were slain
Thus began his raid leader reign
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As time went on he became obsessed with death and his own downfall.
Searching to extend his life became his eternal call.
This change in attitude did not appeal to all
So his sworn comrades left the masked dwarf to crawl
Before the feet of an opposing thrall
In the end poor Jim ran out of time’ as he was staked for his most heinous crime’.
Nav was a jolly ol’d dwarf that knew how to brew
Far south he was forced to venture due to the Gray’s screw.
Dangerous roads brought them down to a party of two.
Not too long after his arrival his dream of a wife and child came true.
But his time of happiness was short
His wife got killed by a Minotaur attacking the fort
It broke his spine and he couldn’t walk without support
His only son was snatched by the greenskins, you know the kidnapping sort.
Over time his back would heal
But the wound in his heart was still too real
Happiness was no longer something that he could feel.
His sanity soon slipped away as his mind was not made from steel.
While the fort was rich its survival chances were thin
They were attacked by gruesome monsters with wide grins and rotting skin
Bravely they fought with no chances to win
In the end old Nav surrendered, kneeled down and picked up a flask of tin
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The fort survived due to the fighters sacrifice’ but Nav and the others had to pay the final price’.
Back in the day when the world was still young the dwarven army was strong
Dum was a proud and honorable knight whom never did anyone wrong
And his career as a commander was long
You’ve probably heard of his heroic deeds in some lousy bard’s song
Things were well and sound until the day his wife was slain by an elf
Dum reacted poorly to this horrific event and blamed himself
He was no longer the same dwarf after losing his dear Thiralef
Would it justify what was soon to come one may ask oneself.
His squad had since long disbanded
As he stood by her grave his mind he no longer commanded
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Insane he went as his conscience got stranded
Revenge on the world he took singlehanded
A massacre without benevolence
The bloodshed was immense
Race or allegiance meant nothing as Dum had lost all sense
Resources were spent to put up a defense
In the end Dum was brought down by his own squire’ whose bravery he even in this mad state managed to admire.
Back during the Gray era there lived a dwarf named Zon Lilarustuth or rather Tirion whom were captivated by knowledge and lore.
Spent countless hours at the library always seeking more
Well every day wasn’t quite as much of a bore
As Tirion spent even more times on girls or the occasional whore.
It all took a turn for the worse
When the Gray king made a decision quite terse
He sent Tirion and gang of six to construct a fort in lands bearing curse
While the setting was colder than ice the grotto inside was the complete reverse
The proud fort of Chaincrafted was formed
At first no riches were found but a strange blue metal was by their smiths reformed
But the outside was so cold that they of their discoveries never anyone else informed.
But that is when it happened; by dark robed men they got stormed.
The battle against the necromancers they won and during the chaos a strange scripture Tirion found.
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It taught him no good but suddenly his lucidity drowned
He went insane and began traveling around
When passing through Rocklod: Nerin’s grandmother he downed
When the war ravaged the land Tirion joined in’ but a masked goblin called Jimbo and his squad made short work of him’.
After that point Tirion’s story turned into strange ramblings about he was saved by a giant bat and lived on for many years with a hot elf-nurse in Atkara…
With time life just seems to gradually improve, as the first year passes I’m perhaps not popular but certainly accepted by the community. I even kept attending the order’s meetings and before I knew it I had become an initiate of the order and they even gave me a set of their characteristic robes. I was then let in on a great secret unknown to the outside world, that magic was still alive in this age. I was not as baffled by this as they perhaps they were expecting due to my fair share of weird stuff happening to me in the past. The first time I was shown it in action I was still unconvinced and a bit sceptic to the whole thing as the priest somehow produced a bright light with a stick.
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While the trick itself might’ve been a bit underwhelming it had a strange effect on the voices, they all went quiet immediately as if they had simply disappeared. They returned eventually but the whole event was very unusual. While I wasn’t completely sold on the trick with the stick I later witnessed a true miracle as one of the patriarchs returned a fallen bird back to life. I also got a bit more insight in the organization as a whole. Apparently the organization is led by five patriarchs, the three that I’d already met as well as one from Celedome and one from Sliverslaa. Their purpose seemed to be to act as sort of a countermeasure to the work of lost souls delving into the dark arts of necromancy; while my experience with those beings was very limited some of the voices seemed to be quite familiar with the phenomena.
Another year passed this way when the council suddenly arrived with a strange request.
Most peculiar indeed… The council had not needed my services for a few months and now they asked me to join the order on a long journey to Blackheart grounds, a dark forest where no one ever went. Why that is no one really knows but people have speculated that it’s related to the towering spire which outline can be distinguished as the sun shines from behind it. The message also noted that I was need for the journey due to my familiarity with the dark arts and that I could prove most useful. Of course I could decline, there was no inclination that I would be forced to oblige however a mission like that was widely considered a great honor. When I spoke to Nimzy about she had no useful input to give me, just to follow my gut feeling.
Guess whos back! ;)
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The amount of fucking maps and notes I've been forced to go through...never thought I'd have to study something written by myself :-\
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The discussion whether we should approach the unknown woman or simply investigate her things became rather heated and it took quite some time for the voices to settle for a decision. Some were vary of the potential repercussions while others were merely overwrought by the opportunity…
We should go through her stuff and look for clues, no reason to steal anything though as we don’t know who we’re dealing with. And perhaps we should investigate those tracks as well; I can’t tell what they are…
What!? You want to follow the tracks of some random fucking animal when we’ve been presented with such a glorious encounter.
I may be paranoid... I may be very paranoid... but doesn't anyone find this kind of weird? We should check her stuff and then go back to camp and report what we saw.
Oh! We can light up the nearby trees as a distraction! The impending forest fire will be sure to scare our elven comrades away!
Why!?
Uhmm…they seem like shady meddlers to me!
…
We should be nude when we approach her!!
There are multiple risks associated with such an action. First off she may not be alone. Secondly she might overpower us, as most things seem to… And thirdly it might be a trap anyway.
I got it! Use the rope we have to make one of those tree snare traps right next to the person's belongings. When they come to get their stuff, they get hoisted up into a tree and dangle there until someone rescues them.
We must be naked even if going through her belongings! And let's stack her belongings in alphabetical order then write this in the dirt next to it something like-
Be more orderly or bad things will happen.
Love, The Vengeful Spirit of the Woods…
In the end no proper solution was reached so a compromise was decided upon, where we’d attempt to fulfill as many suggestions as possible (OOC, I had multiple updates finsished due to drastic changes in the votes :P)
First off I made my way over to the spot where I had spotted her belongings earlier; I did so in as quietly as dwarvenly possible while staying out of sight. The ground was littered with clothes, seemingly quite well worn so it’d be safe to assume that the woman’s a traveler of sort. Amongst them was also a bag, presumably used for miscellaneous items as it shared the same signs of frequent use with the clothes.
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After going through the clothes I found nothing of note as her pockets were empty except an emblem, an emblem which if I recall correctly was used by the family of Mui, indicating that she’s somehow employed by the state of Capitol. This does however not mean much as she could be anything from a diplomat to a secretary.
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The bag on the other hand held a few surprises, a dagger made from copper or bronze, a metal flask with the mark of Capitol, some overcooked meat seasoned with an unknown spice, some eatable herbs which hold a very low nutritional value but keeps you full (commonly used by people traveling longer distances), 20 or so coins, a sealed off document with the sigil of Mui as well as a lot of random stuff like house keys, hair pins and string. There were also some horse related things which indicates that she might have a horse somewhere nearby, I might’ve gotten more in touch with nature during my time in Seraté but just the sheer size of horses still frightened me a bit…
I don’t really know what to make of it all except for the fact that she’s defiantly on traveling foot and has been for quite a while. But the voices left me no time to ponder on such trivial matters; I was to set up a snare trap of some kind. Something which I had never done before and had very little knowledge of… Some of the voices knew however and with their guidance I somehow managed to produce something looking like a proper snare trap.
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I even signed it with a warning from the vengeful spirit of the woods due to a request from Gili…
However, I was now moving on to the most intricate part of the plan; I was supposed to make contact with this unknown human…and to make matters worse do it naked. But as always there was no point in arguing once the voices had decided upon something, I guess I might as well pretend I’m there to bathe myself…
I had no idea really how I’d approach this situation without it ending horrendously, so I did whatever I could not to scare the life out of this poor lady. Which in this situation surprisingly enough meant that I’d be attempting to strike a casual conversation with a stranger while disrobing… never thought I’d hear myself utter that sentence…
-Uhmm…how’s the water…
(The story took an unnecessarily nsfw turn at this point…contents of spoiler is only for the bravelewd)
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This was then of course followed by the standard reaction of screaming and panicking which to my relief ended fairly quickly…I guess I’ll have to thank my lucky star for that one…(that’s some sick rolls…like riding away on Wilfred to escape guards sick rolls)
I guess she didn’t find me too frightening in the end…
-So you’re here for a night dip as well?
-Uhmm…I guess….I mean yea…
As I broke the water surface I felt my body shiver even though it wasn’t too cold, I’ve never been too fond of water…
-And you’re friendly…master dwarf?
-As nice as they get I assure you…I’m not a thief or a thug or a …uhmm…
-Well it’s not often you see a traveling dwarf…
-Oh well uhmm….
-I didn’t mean to offend you!
-No, no it’s fine. It’s true dwarves don’t like to leave their homes…so…
-I don’t think I’ve seen any traveling dwarves but the ones you send with your caravans as well as a couple nobles at Capitol.
-Oh, are you coming from Capitol?
-No. I’m actually heading there at the moment.
-That’s quite far, are you traveling alone?
-No it’s me and Chester.
Alert Nerin! This might be trouble!
We didn’t see any evidence of this mysterious Chester…
I think we should bail quickly.
Ah, you can’t chicken out just because of that!
Yes…we should inquire more information about this Chester before making any decisions.
-*gulp* Who….who’s Chester?
-Oh, it’s my horse.
Phew…
-And…and yours?
-Huh?
-Eh…Uhmm. Your name I mean.
-Oh, I’m Becca. You?
-I’m Nerin…Nerin lord of the glittering caves, Courtlounger of Seraté, initiate of the order of the Sun and…
What the fuck Nerin? Why you giving out so much information to strangers!?
Uhmm…well I…
That was stupid as fuck
I’ve gotten used to…
-Isn’t Seraté elven territory?
-Uhmm…well yes…I’ve been there as…a diplomat…
-So you’re really a lord?
-Well technically…
Nerin…you’re fucking retarded; just say you’re a lord.
-I mean…yes…the lord of Rocklod.
-Wow, that’s amazing! What are you doing out here with those weird clothes though?
Whoops an unexpectedly inquisitive question!
Don’t tell her about the order; it’ll seem real shady that you’re hanging out with a gang of tree-huggers and you’re supposed to act incognito anyway…
Well…they do look like priest robes…
I don’t know enough about any deity to bullshit my way through that though…
Sure ya do!
Huh?
Gili Stonehelm the greatest of them all!
Uhmm…
The diety of arson and reason!
Well I have to agree with him on this one…
Uhmm… sigh…Do your worst Gili…
-I’m on a pilgrimage…spreading the words of Gili Stonehelm…the god of fire…and reason.
-Oh…so you’re like a prophet?
-No no no, I’m but his humble servant, to call myself a prophet would be a disgrace to his radiance…
Are you sure you’re not taking this a bit far?
Nah, all priests are a bit fanatic when it comes to their beliefs.
-I’m not a religious person myself but if I was I’d defiantly go for a deity instead of the “creators”, they just seem so bland…
-Yes…not only bland but also…HERETICAL!
-Wha…what?
Gili tone down the preaching for now…
Really? I just came up with some great verses for my unwritten scriptures!
-Uhmm…well sorry. I get so riled up sometimes.
-It’s fine…Still can’t believe that I’d meet a lord in the middle of the forest…
-That’s right, I forgot to ask. What are you doing here? Besides bathing of course…
-I’m a courier; speaking of bathing could you wash my hair for a bit?
-Sure, so more specifically what do you do?
Becca sits down so that I can reach her hair.
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-I’m delivering an important item to the Capitol.
-Oh the…
STOP! If you mention the note she’ll know you went through her belongings!
Fuck…
-the…the Capitol huh…
-Yes?
It’s getting hard to concentrate not only due to the close proximity of the woman but also the fact that I’d gotten my hands full of disgusting soap…
-uhmm…I’ve…I’ve always wanted to visit there…
-Heh, you should go there sometime. It’s a unique experience.
As she laughed I could feel her breath on me…focus…focus on the soap…
-Stu…stupid soap…
-Huh?
She leans in closer and I feel her brush against me…
-No uhmm, I…
The rise was now inevitable; no soap in the world can save me now.
-I…I…
I try to stare off into the distance when my member touches something warm, taken by surprise I instantaneously shy away.
An alluring giggling shortly followed.
-You know what? I’ve never done it with a dwarf …
I’m bursting with confusion and embarrassment as I felt her touch again.
-Is….is that so…uhmm…?
-Why are you so dissenting master dwarf?
At the touch of her compassionately caressing lips I lost my composure and let out a quivering moan.
-No…I…
-Not interested? I’ve got something here indicating otherwise…
-My…my vows!
Nerin you’re putting up a valiant effort nut I’d say this charade is over…
This worked out far better than anticipated, just roll with the flow. What’s the worst that could happen?
The elves might come here and…well…it might not end nice for any of us…
They’re asleep!
-So priests can’t have fun? I thought you dwarves were more of the frivolous sort…
-I…I guess…the thing is…oh…
I abandon my half-assed attempts of resistance for a moment and I’m suddenly thrown into a state of complete ecstasy as I’m completely enveloped. But before I’m even able to reassess the situation it’s already over…I’m standing there in the shallow water listening to bad puns about priests and celibacy being told by a smirking Becca. From there on out we endorsed in the art of lovemaking for an extended period of time and showed no regard for the local wildlife as the resonance of our union echoed throughout the forest.
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The difference in height proved to be problematic but when there’s a will there’s a way…
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But as all good things it soon came to an end when I spot an undesirable sight showed itself just over the shoulder of my recently acquired acquaintance.
-In the name of the Sun! What…!?
-Ohhh…
-Ahhhhh!
-Courtlounger this is….is highly unsuitable behavior for someone of your stature! And don’t forget that you’re under parole!
-Don’t worry I know this guy!
-It’s a friggin’ elf!
-Nerin, provide an explanation immediately!
-Calm down both of you…we’ll…we’ll sort this out…
-What’s going on!
-You’ve just compromised our entire mission!
-No no…uhmm…she’s okay!
-She could be a Spy you imbecile!
-She knows nothing!
-We can’t be sure about that…she must die here!
-Aww hell naw! I’m outta ‘ere!
She sprints away in the direction of her belongings…
At the same time I manage to blind body guard with my manhood.
-Oh for the love of Tyraltin put on some pants dwarf!
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Now I was put up before a difficult choice…should I leave with the Becca or the elf…
I can’t just leave my mission put at the same time I wouldn’t want the elves to kill off the girl due to my mistake.
The voices reactions varied…some said we should leave these long-eared tree-huggers for this clearly superior traveling companion while others meant that she’d be an unfortunate but necessary sacrifice on the road to meet the rumored necromancer.
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please let me reiterate just how lucky of a roll ya’ll got there, 1/108…wtf o_____O
Sorry 'bout the slow tempo...doing this drugfree's proven harder than expected...abstinence's a real bitch... :'(
Glad to be back though. :D