The story will be written in a wide arrange of narratives. So to say, it could be past-tense, current. First person or third person perspective, or completely narrated.
Story of ~The Constructs of Medicine~
Pre-Embark
We all gathered at the gates of capital Mountainhome of the Kikrost Kacoth empire. The first to arrive was I, Kreydurst. Soon to be king of the miners, and swordsdwarf extraordinaire. Ah signed up for this damn expedition expecting to have a semi competent team. Ah suppose that it twas a bit much to ask for.
The second to arrive was Horkon, the bloodthirsty axedwarf who refuses to touch anything unless it bleeds or is stone. Ah brought an iron axe just in case Ah needed it to chop down trees, but Horkon refuses to have anyone else touch the best axe we have. To be honest, Ah don't much trust him, and Ah feel as if Ah must keep my sword at my sides at all times from now on.
After Horkon, the third twit arrived, called 'imself Dailm. Sounds like a twit of all skills. He brought himself a sword even though he has no training in it. Ah might do myself some good in training him in the propah art'o'de sword. Then again, the guards warned me'bout dis one. Bit'o ah nutter, but he done served his time.
Den Tunist came with his wooden spear, being a braggart about how many goblins he's slain. Ah must admit to being a bit jellous of his speardwarfship, powerful thrusts, but refuses to use metal spears for some reason. Maybe Ah'll see his skill later in the journey.
The rest came roughly at the same time, Pumpa was a twit who flooded the old meeting hall. Yd12k, as he calls himself is a doctah, could be quite useful in the future. And Khaziraad, an aspiring brewmaster. We should do fine with this crew.
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Walking down the stone road, to the last, outermost fortress of the Kikrost Kacoth empire, The Constructs of Medicine leave their beasts of burden, and the wagon outside of the gates. Upon entering they instinctively head to the nearest pub, the Farting Elephant.
The pub is filled with patrons, and a few busty, and some not so busty bar maids. As well as your standard king beard brewer who stands behind the bar, that sits in front of barrels holding the brownish gold sustenance, that dwarves must live off of, or die to insanity. Almost needless to say in a frontier fort, every dwarf is armed with something. Usually a mug of ale, rub, beer, or some other odd concoction brew masters come up with.
Looking around a bit, Kreydurst decides to take a seat next to Tunist who at the time was drinking some dwarven rum, his spear resting on his left side. “So what made you decide to adventure out from the Mountainhome?” He inquired.
“Oh yah'know, King whats'is'face wanted me to defend the newest group of folks so that we might find even more minerals and fun stuff to play with!” Tunist stated with a nervous grin on his face, just before reaching to his rum and downing the last of it.
“Ah must admit, being in the presence of one so skilled is quite an honor. But I must ask, how have I now known of you before this day?” Kreydurst would say with an inquisitive look on his face.
Looking around in a subtle, yet frantic motion, Tunist calls over Dailm, “Dailm my boy! Care to learn a few tricks from the master speardwarf who's slaughtered one thousand goblins!?”
Dailm fumbles out of his chair at the sudden shout “Goblins!?” He shouts in response, pulling out his own copper shortsword. Swinging the sword with obvious skill, or rather lack there of. Dailm would have cleaved a barmaid if not for the chair protecting her life. Shattering the chair, the bar erupts full of even more noise then before.
In the blink of an eye, every table in the pub has been smashed by some dwarf's weapon. And plenty of ale had been spilled. A glorious bar fight has emerged, and at the for front of the battle was the sober (Or as sober as a dwarf can be) Khaziraad. Shouting at the top of his dwarfy lungs “Ye gits bloody knocked over mah boot blood ale! Ah'll kill ye!” Right before he begins knocking down half of the brawlers in one fell swoop.
End of Pre-Embark
Do to my being lazy, the formatting I did in my writing software didn't transfer over (as expected) so I hope the story doesn't look to horrible at first glance. I'll be adding more later. And when the fort finally falls I'll compile all of the sections into the first post. (Or should I do that now? I'm really lazy.) Also I hope to be posting Daily/bi-daily. So expect another one tomorrow about the journey to the embark site. And then soon after the actual stuff! Any other comments are appreciated.
