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The Tower Of God
A Story of Dwarfkind's Betrayal
All sentient beings will at one point in their life reach the inevitable betrayal of their true god. Whether this is the forsaking of the Pantheon, or perhaps the elevating of one lesser deities status above that of Armok's, or by some odd fanaticism, some unholy twist of a mind, the creation of a new god, to be worshiped, and revered.
This is the story of one such deviation from Armok's grace, the story of sacrilege and depravity, and it's ultimate punishment. This is the story of one overseer, and a following of unwitting dwarves. This is the story, of The Tower of God.
Authors Note: This is my attempt at simultaneously creating a fortress (Specifically a tower) and writing an enjoyable story for you fine folks here, with the majority of the events in the story being supplied by the game, and the majority of the plot being supplied by my imagination. Updates will most likely be sparing as I'm actually a pretty busy guy, and unfortunately don't have as much time as I would like for creative endeavors. I guess I should warn in advance that this story is extremely sacrilegious, and devout followers of Armok may be offended by it's contents. Oh, and I'll try and supplement the story with as many in game pictures as I can justify including, however, there won't be any at first as I've already played 9 dwarf years of the game, without any screenshots. Oh, and I'll probably use a lot of these horizontal line thingies, cause I like em.
Genesis
After years of searching, my life dwindling away, and hope for finding the perfect spot fading, it has come to me in a dream, sent undoubtedly by my one true God. It will be a long trek across dangerous lands, but I will know the way. First, though, I will need to find myself a group of dwarves to accompany me. They will not know my true intentions, but I know they will follow me. Along with the standard expedition fare, I shall bring my own personal belonging with me as well. More gifts from the true God, and enough wealth to make even a devout Blood Follower rethink his ways.
They shall know that this fortress will be richer than the Mountain Home before the earth is even struck.
Braym's Journal
1st of Granite, The Year 500
We have arrived at the most auspicious of times! Today is the first day of spring, and the ground is green and lush, with a river cutting straight through the middle of our site. A most unfitting place for Dwarves to settle, but our leader has promised us riches enough for none of us to care. Don't take me for a fool, though, I did not follow this Dwarf blindly into the middle of a savana. No, I saw what he kept in those boxes, hidden away from the rest of us, those gemstones he would fondle so happily at night, cooing to them, telling them stories. Diamonds, by Armok, black ones, at that! And all manner of other Gemstone, Rubies, Sapphires, Emeralds. Enough to adorn a great hall thrice.
Although we haven't started working yet, I can already hear the miner's complaining about what they've been tasked to do, and I don't blame them. Our overseer has demanded that all the land in the immediate area be lowered 5 feet. He demands perfect flatness. "For the fields" he screamed, when one of the miners pointed out that the savanna was already as flat as it was going to get. "There are rocks everywhere! We must lower the ground for our farm's fields!" He huffed away as the miners shrugged, undoubtedly to go fondle his gems some more.
I have it easy though. I am the noble herbalist. Sure, I've got to work hard for these first few months, but by the end of the year I'll be lounging about laughing at my harder working brethren. Or I'll just get reassigned, but who cares about the future, I've got to life in today! And today I need to start working, because although the land is lush now, I know that three short months from now, the future will start drying out all of the plants.
They will complain, and they will bicker. They will hate living out in the sun's embrace for years, but they will grow accustomed to these changes, and then they will be more willing to accept others. They will learn the passion of the One True God.
Ok, that's all for now. Not to spoil the story, but the next installment will PROBABLY take place 10 dwarf years from now. It turns out channeling away everything on an embark takes a long time. 10 dwarf years in fact. If you have any comments or criticisms, questions or conundrums, please feel free to pester me with them! Even if all you have to say is "Looks good, keep writing, can't wait for more" drop it on me! It's more encouraging than you know.
Part 2:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=87365.msg2380517#msg2380517
