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(OOC: seeing as there are no rules as to what I can summon into this strange world...)

Large perfectly square blocks fall from the void above. Each block is the exact same shape and size, however they come in both black granite and white marble. They sort themselves into a checkered pattern as they fall, and appear to become a chessboard next to the chasm. The lack of game pieces beckons eerily. A small balista loaded with a silver bolt lands in the center of the chessboard. A figure robed in black can been seen on the oposite side of the chessboard from the shack.

By this point the dwarves were all asleep inside their cave. As the sun rose shouts were heard from the tunnel and many dwarves came out carrying shovels. The young hunter left to catch more meat while the other dwarves took out various drawings and starting chattering to eachother. Finally they seemed to come to agreement. They took their shovels and began digging a small trench along the  valley all the way up to the river, then they began carrying blocks from the now massive stockpile and started laying them in the trench. They added more blocks on top of these and secured them with iron bars and glue. Slowly what looked like a wall was taking shape, leading from the nearby hills to the edge of the river. Suddently a dwarf called out, "Alright lads, its break time now, when the ale is gone we'll get started on the other side!" With that the dwarves returned to the tunnels, unknowing of the mean and angry elves.

[ March 22, 2008: Message edited by: Dark ]

(OOC: I cannot play this story-game by myself! Someone please save me from Helmaroc's desperate wrath!)

(OOC: hehehe, dont forget to add in the point about smoke rising from the drill-pipe.)

The whole dwarven operation had ground to a halt. As the sun rose once more into the sky, a large group of dwarves exited the tunnel, not noticing the missing fishing rod, but the large gold chunk. They swarmed around the pile of stone blocks and started squabbling, where did this come from, they ask. Perhaps a friendly spirit is simply offering them good fortune, literally. It took two dwarves but they hauled the heavy gold chunk inside the tunnels, meanwhile the other dwarves were still squabbling about this mystery. Thinking they would get more gold, the dwarves began work on more stone blocks, they would need them later anyway!

Another group of dwarves exit the tunnel. They were carrying a strange, long and hollow, drill type pipe carved skillfully out of nothing but rock. Another group rallied the oxen together. The dwarves and the oxen then gathered a short distance away from the entrance tunnels. The dwarves huffed and puffed to raise the pipe to a verticle position. Large holes were knocked into the pipe at the oxens shoulder height. The dwarves gathered up a large and sturdy looking branch and threaded it through the holes. They then tied the oxen up to the branch and set them walking in circles. Slowly the pipe sank into the earth, but eventually the branch broke as the holes were below the shoulder height of the oxen. The dwarves made new holes and threaded another sturdy branch through and repeated the process. They continued this process, breaking dozens of branches until finally the pipe hit something hard and stopped moving.

Various dwarves came out of the tunnels and started speaking with the drillers. Finally they left and more dwarves came back to start building supports for the pipe. Suddently the pipe started rising out of the ground by itself, though the dwarves didnt seem to take notice and continued building. After the pipe had risen two meters it stopped. A few minutes later the supports were finished and the pipe was secured in place.

By this point the stars were out, as the task was long and grueling. The tired dwarves led their oxen back to the tunnels. On their way they passed the pile of stone blocks. It had grown in size since the daytime.

(OOC: for those wondering about the pile of stone blocks, it's very near one of the tunnels and dwarfs were carrying blocks up there the whole time, I just didnt mention it for narative purposes or something!)

[ March 07, 2008: Message edited by: Dark ]

Over the hills a loud rumbling racket can be heard. Suddently a large weagon comes into view, followed by another, and another, and another, all pulled by oxen. At first glance they appear to have no driver, but closer examination reveals small stocky humanoids with bushy beards sitting at the reins. As the three wagons rumble down into the valley they begin to slow. On the side of the wagons some runes can be seen. To those skilled in the art of language it appears to read 'NPI'. Various animals are frightened by the sight and flee as the wagons stop near the river. The drivers get down from the wagons and more come from inside. Soon a large gathering of these strange humanoids have gathered, wearing their yellow helmets and pointing at bits of paper while yelling.

I would 'meh' louder than you!

What would you do if I sang out of tune...?