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« on: August 23, 2009, 10:42:04 am »
Intro done. I'll get to working on the fort after I look around it summore.
The tale of Dante`
I Dante` have been wandering this god forsaken tundra for many a year. After getting caught in that blizzard with that sasquatch. I was wandering for so long. I dont even recognize the entrance to a fortress when I see one. But I think thats more because of the fact that. There isnt one! Barely two doors frosted shut, No defensces or forward warning that there be dwarfs in this ice.
I push open the doors and I see. Nothing. Just an empty farm plot and a few more corridors of ice. I hold a curse under my breath remembering why I first came to this patch of fuckall and I just cant believe that they didnt make it. Safe in the mountain they should have survived while He died alone and cold. Surviving on rabbits like a damn human.
I sink to my knees in the long untended farm, tired and cold, The armor I crafted for myself out of ice cracks and shatters off. Even underground in this ice prison its damn hot.
And as I sit there. Defeated and wonderous as to how this place came into such mis-hap, A child goes running barefoot in front of me.. Dissapearing as quick as it had come. I simply stare off down the dark hall it came from. "What the hell?" I mutter to myself as I push up and stand, the remains of the ice armor crashing down off me. I let out a large bellowed "Haloooooooo?" and it reverberates something fierce and the glass walls shake and groan.
The little child comes running back down the corridor. I catch it where it trys to flee and it only screams in terror. I let it go and it goes back down the other end of the hall shouting "Ghost ghost!" at the top of its lungs.
I may be frosted white from all those years in the planes of ice but a Ghost? I think not.
I wander after the child. Through the long maze of tunnels that seem to have no point other than to make you lose weight. But as I get deeper into the mountain I can hear, Voices! Lots and lots of voices. It seems I stumble into the party. But all goes quiet.
The child hides behind its mother muttering "Its a ghost, dont let it get me."
One of the older looking dwarves stands up and shouts. "Why has your soul come back to haunt us Dante. Why now after all these years?"
Bewildered I simply gawk at him. "Now listen here you dried up bag of bones. I aint no ghost." I slam down my hammer of ice to make effect, And it shatters on the floor, scaring all those gathered. "What a damn bit of cowardece. I find my way back from the frozen wild to find a bunch of fucking sissys. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I shout, They all jump back, Like a bunch of fucking humans! "You were sent here to craft a fine dwarven dwelling but instead all you do is sit down here in your fucking maze and drink, What is this? MELTED ICE? Your no dwarve bretheren of mine anymore." And I turn on my heel and start to stalk back down the hall.
One of the younger dwarves manage to break free of their terror long enough to chase me down the corridor. "No wait, Your right we've truely gone soft and we need someone to guide us. Please stay and help us, You seem to be the only one who rememberes the old ways."
I look down at the man and can only imagine how I seem. Frosted beard giving off a mass of frost and mist. "Aye son, You be a right big discrace, And I cant leave any of my kin to that. I'll help you for one year and if things are or arent put right. I'm gone."
He kneels. HE ACUALLY KNEELS. Before me. Uttering his thanks.
And so begins the story of Dante`s reign over this god forsaken piece of shit ice hole called,
MURDERLETTER
......ToBeContinued......