Prologue:
Well, I'm here. I have no idea what I'm looking at. The migrant party I came with were doing nothing but raving about how incredible this place is supposed to be. A utopia, they called it. Sprawling as far as the eye can see, they said that Clobbermountains is an impenetrable fortress that shall never fall as long as our race yet lives. Now, as I take my first steps into this place, I know that everything I've ever heard was a lie. This place isn't incredible. It isn't a utopia. It's certainly sprawling, but not in the way you'd hope. As for impenetrable, maybe in the sense that you could never find your way in or out without a guide!
When I signed for the migrant party at The Mountain and saw the road we'd be taking, I almost turned back immediately. It wasn't because I saw a dusty and forgotten trail full of monsters and danger. No, I'm used to that. What I saw instead was... nothing. No trees, no grass, not even a bird in the sky. It was as if everything packed up and left to hide from something unfathomable.
At the time, I thought I was just being paranoid. We dwarves have cleared out countless paths over the years. The place I was going to was highly regarded as one of the best fortresses in all the land. "Everything would be fine", I told myself. Of course, all my fears came back full force when we arrived.
What is this place, really? Who built it? Why? And more importantly, how? All of these questions and more are swimming through my head faster than I can comprehend them.
This isn't what I signed up for.
Next update will be very soon and have pictures. It'll focus on our yet unnamed protagonist who's only just coming to grips with this place. His gradual decent into madness will be a big plot point as time goes on.
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