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On the outskirts of Roa, Sehira
“Beautiful,” Rubin said. “Just beautiful.”
“What is it?” Creer asked. “You broke your pick again?”
They were in an underground tunnel, where the air was thick and musty, and where the stench of certain rotting chunks of certain unfortunate beings lingered. These were the old abandoned dwarven mines of Kruta. No one bold enough and in his right mind had ever dared to venture down there in years. That, of course, explains why these two were there.
Creer laughed. “We’re crazy.” He said. “Hey look! I found troll vomit!”
“Whatever,” Rubin said, digging away at a rock with a piece of wood. There was something lodged deep inside the stone. Rubin, as a very ambitious secret treasure hunter, wanted to obtain anything worth something on the market, contrary to his father’s approval. Normally, it was he who did the thinking. Creer was more of a comical type.
“Look! It’s fresh! Oh boy, your dad’s going to kill us when he finds out what we’ve been walking through!”
Rubin ignored him, prying at the smooth red object he’d found wedged. Presently, the object broke free, and Rubin fell back, a mound of black dust rising around him.
“You know, I wonder; what exactly were the trolls thinking when they arrived here? Do you think maybe they were looking for treasure like we are right now? What if-oh look! Oh, jolly good, I just found me a brand new pair of dead man’s leggings.” He held up the severed limbs, one in each hand.
Rubin watched him. “I hope you die from plague,” he said, then turned to inspecting the small red disk he’d obtained. It appeared to be smeared, and had multiple notable cracks in it, but, otherwise, it was a jewel. This was, however, not a big find.
Pocketing the jewel, He grabbed his torch and continued down the hall. Creer followed him. Soon, they reached a large chamber filled with abandoned silverware and tools. This must’ve been a dining room.
“Oh, would you look at that!” Creer said. “Looks like they were having quite a heavy discussion.” He pointed at the broken chairs, almost as if they’d been crushed by weight.
Rubin snorted. “Dwarves don’t weigh that much. These are cedar chairs. I think two trolls decided to have a sit here once.”
Creer poked at one of the crushed chairs experimentally. “Oh dear, talk about a wide load.”
He went towards the back of the bar. Rubin stayed near the front, gathering the pickaxes and tools inside his backpack. Then, he proceeded to demolishing the tables and chairs completely, tearing them apart to look for treasure. Most goblins stored their treasures in safes under objects such as tabletops and chairs. His suspicions were rewarded. One of the tables had a small wooden box nailed under it. Using the sharpened end of a pickaxe, Rubin pried it open, and out fell a piece of parchment. He carefully caught it with both hands.
“Hey,” Creer came out of the back with a grin. “Look! It’s the complete suit collection to Miners United, limited edition only!”
Rubin glanced at him. He was wearing a full mining suit, complete with a large helmet that looked like a potholder.
“You look ridiculous,” Rubin said.
“Don’t be jealous.” Creer said. “There’s another suit in there for you.”
“Whatever. I refuse to play your game.”
He grinned. “I think I might actually wear this outside. You know; maybe catch a little breeze in this thing. Oh, and just think! All those girls and guys envying this awesome piece of trash I’m wearing!”
“I’ll pretend I never knew you.” Rubin said. “You idiot.”
He saw the piece of parchment in my hands and lumbered over. “Say, what’s that?” he asked curiously, poking his nose into my face. “Is that a treasure map I see?”
Rubin glanced at him. “Do you know how to read this?”
“That was a stupid question Rubin.”
“I know; I can’t believe how insane I just sounded.”
“It’s okay!” he said with a grin. “Nobody in their right mind would ever want to come down here! So don’t worry; we’re not the only insane ones down here.” Like that was very reassuring.
Of course, neither Rubin nor Creer knew that, at this very moment, they were staring at something that would change their lives. But, since they didn’t know it, they dismissed it.
“Can’t read it,” Rubin shrugged. He pocketed the old piece of parchment. Creer glanced at his torch, which was starting to burn out.
“I think we should go,” he said.
The two started back up the way they came, before coming to a gap. The opening of the tunnel was right in front of them, and they could see the sun out high in the sky outside. It was still midday. However, they had a problem. The bridge which they’d used to cross into the mines just earlier had collapsed. Now, about ten feet of chasm separated the two from the exit.
Creer turned to Rubin. “Anymore bad ideas?” he asked.
Rubin shrugged. “This is just elementary. The gap’s not that wide; let’s jump over it.”
“Are you serious? You want me to jump over the gap?”
“Yeah; what are you so scared about?”
“I don’t think you fully comprehend the gravity of this situation.”
“You’re the one who-hey, why are you still wearing that dumb suit? Of course you wouldn’t be able to make the jump in that heavy suit!”
Creer took a step back. “But it’s cool! It must be worth at least a thousand on the antique market.”
“Antique market my-”
“Hey,” Creer said suddenly, eyes lighting up. “We could toss this suit over to the other side! In fact, we could toss all of our stuff over and then jump! That way, we get to keep our stuff, and have a better chance of not falling screaming down to our deaths.”
Rubin didn’t say anything. He had a point, after all. That was the way with Creer; you couldn’t tell whether he was being smart or being an idiot. But idiots always thought up smart stuff from time to time.
“Alright,” he said exasperatedly. “Let’s give it a try.”
Together, the two worked at heaving the large suit over to the other side. Creer let out a whoop as it landed on the other side, far away from the edge. Then, they continued with their other items, until finally all of their things were safe.
“Alright,” Creer grinned, stretching his legs. “Showtime.”
“If for any absurd reason we do not make it,” Rubin said. “I call dibs on the ps3 in heaven.”
“Fine then!” Creer shrugged. “Now let’s do this!”
The two made it over to the other side. It wasn’t really that much of a jump, considering how the ledge both had started on was higher than the other side. So, no risks there. And, after they had put on all of their belongings, the two adventurers headed back to their home; Roa.

Even better is when you do it on purpose.

YEEESS!! Even better!

Can I be dorfed? I'd like a militaristic dwarf named "Tacobell," please. 

Yes, the best part of dwarf fortress is that it lets you watch as your own fortress is destroyed completely. 

I've already posted up the upcomming arc of the newer adventurers. It's called the Legend of Rubin! 

Quote from: HiritconOvermindGibbross on November 04, 2011, 09:33:04 pm

How do you actually install it because I'm confused.   

I can't take my turn unless I know how to actual install mods.

Well, the mods are included in the saved game itself, so you don't need to worry about anything.

Wow. You've got quite a racket going on in your fortress.   
That megabeast... What a monster.

(cont'd)
“Back!” I heard Rhea shout. “Get back to the surface!”
I couldn’t see, but used my sixth sense to get to the surface. Even so, it was hard. The glare seemed to be everywhere. It was as the sun, only so much brighter; as if we were inside the sun. The light overclouded my senses, and I could barely remain conscious. But I stumbled through the crackling white fog and felt my way out of the cave, before finally stumbling out of the cloud of white. Then I saw I was standing beside my father and sister, on a cliff overlooking…
Overlooking…
Oh my God.
Armok help me.
No amount of training in the world could prepare me for this.
Gigantic. Monstrous. I’d heard of legends of forgotten beasts. I heard they were bigger than the average human. Bigger. But I’d never pictured them as big as…
Mountains.
All four of them were huge. Gigantic. Their heads swept across the clouds, and thunderstorms whirled around them. There was one huge bulky rock monster. I knew he was Titan. Bile was a large mound of acid. I could see creatures swimming around in his massive belly. Plague was a large salamander, with pools of blood covering his flea-ridden dark skin. The largest one, however, was a black dragon, with large fangs and breath that flashed across the sky like a thousand volcanic eruptions and red eyes. I knew who he was.
“Zenith.” Oblivion spoke. “It is truly unfortunate how we meet each other in such a fashion this day.”
“Oblivious…” A deep voice with wails to vibrate around it. “How unfortunate indeed. Let us never meet each other again like this.”
“Yes. Pray we do.”
“I have cursed the gods!” Zenith roared. “We are accursed; you and I. The wretched humans that populate this damnation are pulling us down! And you and I; we’re going to end up in a lake of fire if you continue to serve them any longer!”
“Then,” Oblivion said. “Then, I will see you in hell!”
With a roar, the vile Plague shot forward with the force of mountains behind him. I saw his large mass heading straight for us. Oblivion held up his hand as if to stop me from running.
“No,” he said. “Do not fear them.”
Then, saying this, he circled his arms around his chest and leapt into the air, towards the rushing mass of Plague. I was certain he would be knocked back; how tiny he was compared to the massive brute.
But then…
With a yell of the fury of the heavens, Oblivion struck the beast right in the center of his chest. Immediately, he was split in two. I watched as his spine broke in two, and his guts spilled out among the ocean. And, then, I remembered Goul’s teaching. For, even though he had been my enemy, his words were still in my mind. Everything has a weakness. Nothing is truly invincible.
Words like that.
And, then, I knew we had a chance.
I didn’t have any doubts whatsoever at what I did next. But I leapt with all my might; straight at the three remaining forgotten ones. Elena let out a whoop as she followed after me. I never knew she had any fighting ability, but, being caught up in the spirit of the moment, I didn’t notice it.
Then, I found myself face to face with Zenith.
The horrible monster grinned, pulling back plates of bronze and revealing rows of teeth of steel.
“So, the caterpillar finally ventures out of its nest,” He rumbled. “A pity. I would have liked to see you grown up.”
“Ah, yes, it is quite a pity.” I said.
“Today’s battle will decide what becomes of either one of us!”
“Yes,” I said with a grin. Now that I remember it, I was actually floating in front of the megabeast. But I didn’t know I was doing it. It seemed almost on instinct. Like breathing. You don’t know you’re breathing until you actually ask yourself “Am I breathing?”
“Come, sir,” I said. “Your pasado!”
Then, we fought. He snapped at me, but I, avoiding the steel traps of death, rolled in the air around him, my mind racing. I needed to find out his weakness. He wasn’t invincible.
He launched a series of swipes and bites at me. But I effectively evaded every one of them. Pulling myself closer to his face, I finally shot up and threw a punch right at his one right eye.
He let out a roar, opening his jaws up wide to devour me whole. I saw the fire come out of his throat. I noticed how the fire came from gas inside his mouth, lighted by sparks inside his throat, which then propelled the burning gas out of his mouth, to consume anything in its path.
I barely managed to avoid the blast of fire coming right out of his mouth. The flames licked the edges of my boots, as well as enveloping the clouds and setting off bursts of lightning. I saw him breath back in after the flames had cleared, readying up to roast me. And then I figured out his weakness.
I spotted a large abandoned plot of land, still fertile and filled with stray cattle. But, now that they had no master, they’d moved out onto the coastal area. That area now was filled with cattle, reproducing nonstop. As I dodged Zenith’s blasts, a plan began to form in my head.
I noticed that Oblivion was battling against the monstrous giant Titan, whose rock-hard skin seemed impenetrable to his kicks. He needed something more powerful than a kick. Probably not an explosion. More of an object…a propelled object…
I was now directly above the field; the cattle had scattered. Zenith hovered above me, certain I couldn’t escape his blast.
“I have you now!” he bellowed, and reared up.
But, at the last second, I shot straight up at his mouth, wide open. But I wasn’t the only thing going into his mouth; I’d created a funnel. His breath had sucked in all the gases in the air surrounding the field of cattle. And, now, I was heading straight for his mouth, propelling the gas towards his throat before me.
Then, the world exploded around me. The gases in Zenith’s lungs had ignited, and consumed him from the inside out in one massive ball of fire, which then exploded outward, propelled by the compressed air. But I was going so fast that the explosion didn’t stop me; it increased my speed by a hundredfold. And now I was speeding straight for…
Titan, whose back was turned to me; concentrated on trapping my father and dashing his brains out. But not today.
I was heading straight for his neck.
He didn’t notice me at all.
I smashed into his neck. I felt the hard outer rock break against me. I felt the impact of the blow jolt my shoulder. I felt myself wedge deep inside a rock crevice. I saw dust and rock shards fly all around me. Water dribbled on my forehead. With a numbing pain, I turned my shoulders in a more comfortable position. Then, I lay still and let the darkness close around me. The shuddering I’d felt only seconds ago disappeared entirely. I couldn’t think at all, and closed my mind to peace. I became still.
“Orrin?” I heard my father’s voice. “Orrin? Why are you lying there? Get up! The battle is over.”
As he spoke, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and pull me out of the dark hole I was in; out into the bright sunlight.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes. There was my father, standing tall; his eyes glowing warmly. There was my mother, Rhea, smiling also at me. There was my sister, who was dragging Jax by the ear to me. Jax was yelling about something. I didn’t know what it was. But, nevertheless, I smiled back at them. Jax fell silent when he saw me. He looked at the ground.
I placed my hand firmly on his shoulder. “It’s okay Jax,” I said. I saw the guilty look in his eyes, and I knew. He’d known who I really was all this time. He was the one who was really watching over me; to make sure I was safe and was doing all according to Oblivion’s plan. Those notes he wrote; they were to be given to Oblivion. And I also could tell, by the look on Elena’s face, that she and Jax were…
Siblings too? Cousins? No, this was something different.
I realized I was grinning.
Elena blushed. “I-I didn’t tell you, father. It was my fault. But I love-”
Oblivion raised a hand to cut her off. “That is the discussion for another time,” He said. “For now calls for celebration! We are victorious!”
I saw that he was right. The bodies of the four beasts were sinking into the ocean depths. Only titan’s body was now visible, but only like a large island of rock. The blood that once plagued the ocean waters was now gone.
We had won. And finally…

Home. We arrived home. The capital of Klymaestra was a sight to behold; golden and silver decorations littered the place. And the palace was held together by massive stone pillars with paintings of bronze figures on the walls. And the feeling of home surrounded it.
Oblivion held a large celebration, lasting for weeks and weeks. During the days, we would explore the palace, and Elena would introduce us to the servants and visiting ambassadors and other friends of hers. During the nights, we would dance under the stars and sing songs under the moonlight. And, during the celebration, Elena and Jax were married. It was truly one of the happiest days of my life; to see Jax so pleased and so joyous.
On the last day of the festivities, I saw Jax and Elena walking around the golden pearly palace gate. They saw my bags and belongings, and immediately rushed over to me. I laughed and greeted them with a warm smile and a hug for each of them.
“It is truly a reward to see you two together and happy,” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” Elena said. “But where will you go? On more adventures?”
“Me?” I stretched my back and shook my head. “I don’t know. I’ve thought about living in peace; settling down and building myself a home, and maybe raising a family.”
“But…what about…”
I gave her a kiss on the forehead. “The rest of the kingdom is yours, my beloved sister. For I have no use of it, since I am one who can never find peace inside palace gates. But rule it, and preserve freedom.”
I released her and turned to Jax, putting my hands on his shoulders. “And you, my brother; you are the ruler of all of Klymaestra. Rule it with a kind heart, and a kind spirit, and never ever take away what goodness remains in this land. Rule with justice and fairness.
“As for me, far be it from me that I should demand anything of you, whether unjustly or wrong. And I will never forget you or your kindness to me while I was still an orphan. But, now, remember to fear no force of evil, be it as strong or as mighty as it seems. Do not ever fail or falter in making righteous judgments. Set your sights on higher waters; on the lands past the horizon. And go and spread the borders to our kingdom to the ends of this world. And, I will be with you, always.”
With that, I left them.

The kingdom continues to spread throughout the west long after I left it. There are now new heroes; brave adventurers; heroes seeking challenges and honor and glory. All to be painted across the canvas of history.

(cont'd)
“Son.” Rhea spoke, as if she knew my mind.
“Son?” I whispered. “But…then who is-”
“I,” Oblivion replied. “I am your father.”
No! NO! What was happening? Did he just say he was my father? I spun around to face him in fury. “YOU? How can YOU be my father? You sent the goblins! You were the one who ordered them to slaughter the citizens! You were the one corrupt king! And you, in your insanity, YOU MURDERED my MASTER!”
I didn’t even know what I did next. All I know is that I charged at him, slashing at him with my sword. Our blades clashed, and then he threw me to the ground.
“STOP! Will you listen to me?”
“No!” I yelled, struggling to free myself from his grip. I was almost loose. “You are my enemy!”
“I may be your enemy,” Oblivion seethed. “But I am trying to SAVE the WORLD! Would you rather see me die and have those wretches living, or would you rather see them dead first?” He was gesturing at the prison.
“Neither!” I shouted. “You’re not-”
“Goul has LIED TO YOU!” he shouted in my face. “He has turned you AGAINST ME!” I ceased struggling, only because I couldn’t. He was far too powerful.
“Why do you think Goul wants to kill me? Why do you think he spoke all those lies against me? Because he wants both of us out of the way! Can’t you see? Goul wants to become a megabeast!”
“LIAR!” I shouted, but in vain, for the truth was starting to dawn.
“And when he realized that it wasn’t going to happen, he deceived you with his death to fight me, so that the foul creatures could be left alive, for another one to take his stead!”
Then, I don’t know why, but I suddenly started to laugh. Because you know what? It made sense! It really did! I had always felt that a figure had been missing; the pieces to the whole mystery didn’t add up. How Oblivion hadn’t killed me at Lagdon when he had the chance; why he’d waited all those years until I’d grown up; why he didn’t activate that portal all those years before. He had been waiting for me! Waiting for me to grow up, to become a man, and stand along his side to slay the beasts of the demonic foreign world. I’d been blind before, but now, now, it was like the fog was lifted. And I knew who I was.
He grinned as soon as he saw the realization dawn on my face. He laughed, and offered me his hand. I didn’t think twice. I grasped it and let him lift me up out of the dust of the ground.
“You ready for this?”
“Yes, father.”
“Alright!” Elena said. “But, father, what do we do now?”
Oblivion turned to the fire prison. “Now we fight.”
He turned to me. “The key,” he said, handing a blue glowing object to me.
I nodded, and took it. Horizon glowed brightly in my hand, as if it had been waiting for this very moment; to be reunited with its lock counterpart.
My fingers closed around it. With a look of determination, I drew my hand back and threw it at Starfire. Instead of bouncing off of the surface, the key appeared to melt into the large crystal, the blue swirls dissolving into the blaze. Then, the blaze appeared to get brighter and brighter. I shielded my eyes against the glare.
“Back!” I heard Rhea shout. “Get back to the surface!”