At the opening of spring in the year 1051, 7 souls decided that it was best to leave the mountainhomes and make it on their own. What possessed the to do such a thing? Armok only knows, but it would seem that the main reasons where that these dwarves were incredibly bored, and lets be fair incredibly stupid.
Without any trade to call their own, these dwarven peasants had the temerity to think that they could do better than their forefathers. With half the native sense of a hoary marmot they hitched a pair of muskox to a wagon and made there way of into the distance.
Upon arriving in a thickly wooden area, they decided to make camp and strike the earth.
Of course this proved to be more difficult than they had first thought. Somehow, amongst the excitement of leaving on their journey or moronic self discovery they forgot to pack any picks, axes, stone or wood. Frantically upon realising this they checked to see if they had actually managed to bring any supplies at all.
Armok was with them. There was booze. There was also some plump helmet, cave fish and vultures intestines, but mostly, there was booze.
Realising there was nothing else for it, they tore the wagon apart with their bare hands. With the salvaged wood from the wagon they had just enough to set up shop and crafted and axe.
Of course the axe was wooden, but somehow, by some miracle of Armok, the axe of wood, coud cut.
One dwarf, Tun by name took up this wooden wonder and attacked the near by trees with a vengeance. As the wood chips fleew and the logs started pouring in another wooden axe was made, and another. With that three dwarves were hacking down every tree in sight. With no stone to be had, wood was the only material they could use.
The appointed leader of the group, Amost stayed at base camp trying his best to wack the wood into something resembling furniture.
While the others were madly workng with all this ...wood, the remaing three had other jobs in mind.
Vucar, on the way in had spotted plump little turtles in the local ponds and went to try her hand at catching a few.
Stukos, frantically trying to remember what her mother used to tell her about 'bove ground plants started pulling bushes up by the roots in search of things to eat.
Fath it had to be said is probably more useless than even the rest of his idiotic compatriots. So he stayed in camp and ocassionally cleaned the turtles that Vucar was bringing in.
Then of course it occured to them all that they had nowhere to sleep, nowhere to eat and no roof over their heads. This was a strange and daunting concept, for sons and daughters of the mountain homes.
Immediately they all converged on an open patch of land and started erecting the logs into a semblance of walls and, after building some stairs, roofed this weird 'log house'. It was done. for now, they had shelter and somewhere to sleep.
But this was only the beggining...
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Topic: Passtrade - The Peasant fortress. (Read 3087 times)