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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: Spearbreakers - Madness. Mayhem. Mugs.
« on: April 09, 2012, 04:15:03 pm »
Sorry can't read right now. got to get to work. wrote this at school
Spoiler: A night at Spearbreakers (click to show/hide)
It was a quiet night throughout Spearbreakers. It was one of those rare, magical times when the only enemies were the dwarves infected with Spawnitis during the year of Mr Frog. Now it was the first day of the year of Sus, the fifth ruler of the fortress.
Mr Frog was drawing plans in his room. The plans were for a sword that would rend flesh like no other. Splint pointed to various pieces of the drawing, using his finger to indicate the circles that small serrated discs would rotate in. at this point is was a regular sword with small, small serrated discs running around the edge. Last week it had been a large small serrated disc put on a stick. Before that it had been just serrated discs at the hilt of the sword to grind an opponent’s weapon to dust.
Talvi had fallen asleep in the hall, her cavies sleeping around her prone form to hide her if Mr Frog happened to leave his room that night. She spent days in a row deprived of sleep by spying on her crush. Earlier in the day she had been carrying Draignean’s calanders for the last time during his reign, her tummy was full of bits and pieces of the words that she didn’t understand, trying to digest the knowledge.
Draignean was currently in the barracks sparring with Fischer and Ashsaber II. He was ecstatic as the clock turned 12 and his overseership was stripped from him, yelling about how he was now humble and modest as Fischer and Ashsaber tried to pummel him to the ground to make him go to sleep.
Terrahex was snuggled up in a corner, too timid to ask Splint for a room of his own. Yesterday he had slept in the fields, but that had nearly got him found out in the morning when there was a dwarf shaped imprint in the mud. He was dreaming of a land where Spawn and Dwarf could walk hand in claw.
Bombzero was dancing while cutting meat in the butchery. It was spawn meat, but she figured that what Splint didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Her voice rose as she sang Stairway to Armok, her blade cutting through flesh like it was wet paper, blood splattering the ground around her feet.
A woman wept as she opened the door to the graveyard, falling at The Master’s coffin’s foot. She had been his wife at their previous fortress and had just arrived months before he had gone insaner. The Master had gone ahead of her to secure a place for them to live. She cried for his death and the loss of the golden rose he had given to her at their wedding. Opening the coffin to get one last look at her husband, she found the rose, much to her surprise, clasped in his hands over his heart.
Mitchewawa was lying in his bed, consulting the cracks in the ceiling and contemplating how he was the only one who made any sense around here.
Solpyre was in his chamber, consulting maps and records, knowing that something was missing to this puzzle. He knew something arcane was here. He just knew. It was either here or would be here. He puzzled at the broken blue gem that was supposed to be a spearhead. Images on the side told an arcane story that had driven its creator mad to record. He would solve the mystery. It was only a matter of time.
Choppa was grumbling at his forge about how he came here to cut wood and now he was just about as far from the surface as Spearbreakers gets. He turned out another iron spike, musing about how he was helping the fortress while simultaneously cursing Draignean and his fore fathers.
Meanwhile Sus was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. “How am I going to do this?” he muttered to himself. he was overwhelmed with the responsibility, not knowing how adequate he really was for the job.
Mr Frog was drawing plans in his room. The plans were for a sword that would rend flesh like no other. Splint pointed to various pieces of the drawing, using his finger to indicate the circles that small serrated discs would rotate in. at this point is was a regular sword with small, small serrated discs running around the edge. Last week it had been a large small serrated disc put on a stick. Before that it had been just serrated discs at the hilt of the sword to grind an opponent’s weapon to dust.
Talvi had fallen asleep in the hall, her cavies sleeping around her prone form to hide her if Mr Frog happened to leave his room that night. She spent days in a row deprived of sleep by spying on her crush. Earlier in the day she had been carrying Draignean’s calanders for the last time during his reign, her tummy was full of bits and pieces of the words that she didn’t understand, trying to digest the knowledge.
Draignean was currently in the barracks sparring with Fischer and Ashsaber II. He was ecstatic as the clock turned 12 and his overseership was stripped from him, yelling about how he was now humble and modest as Fischer and Ashsaber tried to pummel him to the ground to make him go to sleep.
Terrahex was snuggled up in a corner, too timid to ask Splint for a room of his own. Yesterday he had slept in the fields, but that had nearly got him found out in the morning when there was a dwarf shaped imprint in the mud. He was dreaming of a land where Spawn and Dwarf could walk hand in claw.
Bombzero was dancing while cutting meat in the butchery. It was spawn meat, but she figured that what Splint didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Her voice rose as she sang Stairway to Armok, her blade cutting through flesh like it was wet paper, blood splattering the ground around her feet.
A woman wept as she opened the door to the graveyard, falling at The Master’s coffin’s foot. She had been his wife at their previous fortress and had just arrived months before he had gone insaner. The Master had gone ahead of her to secure a place for them to live. She cried for his death and the loss of the golden rose he had given to her at their wedding. Opening the coffin to get one last look at her husband, she found the rose, much to her surprise, clasped in his hands over his heart.
Mitchewawa was lying in his bed, consulting the cracks in the ceiling and contemplating how he was the only one who made any sense around here.
Solpyre was in his chamber, consulting maps and records, knowing that something was missing to this puzzle. He knew something arcane was here. He just knew. It was either here or would be here. He puzzled at the broken blue gem that was supposed to be a spearhead. Images on the side told an arcane story that had driven its creator mad to record. He would solve the mystery. It was only a matter of time.
Choppa was grumbling at his forge about how he came here to cut wood and now he was just about as far from the surface as Spearbreakers gets. He turned out another iron spike, musing about how he was helping the fortress while simultaneously cursing Draignean and his fore fathers.
Meanwhile Sus was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. “How am I going to do this?” he muttered to himself. he was overwhelmed with the responsibility, not knowing how adequate he really was for the job.
