(This was based on the last survivor of my terrifying glacier fort, Spearcarnage, from a modded game of Fortress mode.)
CHAPTER I: Escape
Lustercracks. The only spot in the Blizzards of Coiling where Ilral could go. He had spent his time running far from the fort he was to lead once. That fort was Spearcarnage. Nothing about spears, but there was carnage. They had just stopped the wagon when the trouble began. Undead humanoid beasts, once known as C'thur, had began to move toward the wagon. In a few hours, three of the dwarves were dead and the other four, including Ilral, formed a squad to enact their final stand. They charged the squad, wounding Ilral's left arm and killing the other three. These were the events that has lead Ilral to his current situation.
Ilral: Oh, by Thol's beard, please let me find safety within this cavern.
Ilral dashes inside, quickly hiding behind one of the walls of the cave that stuck out. He peeked from behind it and saw only white. A snow storm was blowing. He feels he is safe for now and decides to go a bit deeper into the cave. As he walks, he spots something.
Ilral: Eh? What's this?
It was a steel hatchet, being held by a severed skeletal hand. Ilral pokes the hand to see if it is undead. Thankfully, it doesn't begin to twitch or move. Ilral grabs the hatchet with his right hand and continues to go deeper. Soon, he reaches the cavern's levels where life thrives. He hears something...
Ilral: W-Who's there?!
A chitter. A loud chitter that sounds like whatever creature making it is curious about Ilral, a being nearly alien to it. Out of the shadows comes a giant cave spider, with a scaly arm hung from one of its mandibles.
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