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« on: July 17, 2016, 03:51:37 pm »
In the first days of the world, a small settlement of dwarves with no past selected Mistem Helpedearthen as their king. Mistem was not the strongest or most hale of the dwarves, but he was clever. He realized before anyone else that the world is a dangerous place, and that a single settlement is vulnerable. It was he who sent two small bands out into the world, to hopefully found new settlements and grow the strength of the Scarlet Lanterns. Some questioned this decision, as Postdabble had few residents as it was. Could they really spare citizens? Could they really send their neighbors out into the hostile world?
Now, forty years later, Mistem has arrived at that new settlement, which has grown larger and more wealthy than Postdabble, more wealthy even than Vaultpaints, the other major success of the diaspora. Greatercrypts is a far more suitable Mountainhome than its parent city, and so Mistem has brought his queen consort and the outpost liaison to settle beside the great volcano Mint Torches in the Taciturn Forests.
He finds a thriving metropolis, 146 citizens, including himself and the two dwarves he brought with him. The dwarves here have burrowed into the flanks of the volcano, and have full control of the flat land at the mountain's knees. All three known caverns are fully pacified, with a quantity of livestock drawn from the caverns' populations; even three types of megabeast have been captured and tamed by the city's four master animal trainers. The volcano has been tapped for both industry and defense. The dwarves here eat well, drink well, wear fine clothing, and have fended off a dozen goblin raids, with a few goblins kept in cages in the dining room for the children to taunt. The goblin general is kept in the duchess' throne room. Sometimes she and the duchess have conversations.
Mistem is proud of the expedition and their many descendants, but thinks they might be a bit too cozy with the humans, who regularly send caravans to Greatercrypts, and especially with the elves. He's shocked to realize that the elves impose a unilateral lumber quota and the dwarves of Greatercrypts just go along with it. The fortress is currently experiencing a lumber shortage, in fact, but the Greatercrypts dwarves are so accustomed to obeying the quota that it never occurred to them to just cut more trees. "Cut the trees," he says.