Dwarves and their Ancestors

Idiota 15 years ago

"Athel Oddomkol? Athel, please step forward." A dwarf stepped forward from the crowd. His muscles showed extensively even though he was wearing fully covering clothes. The dwarf appeard to want to walk straight through the town elder for a moment, but came to a halt in front of him. The elder continued speaking: "Athel, the community thanks you for the work you have done in digging an excellent sewage and drainage system. For years, our community's growth polluted the streets with it's increasing amounts of garbage and feces. Your dedication to cleaning up the streets has earned our full respect." As the elder stopped speaking, the whole crowd stood up and started applauding. After everyone was seated again, the elder spoke: "For your hard work, the council has agreed that you are to be rewarded. I think it would be no more than our duty to give you the oppertunity to create your own future. You have been granted a suitable property in a faraway land. The council looks forward to a succesful relationship between your would-be fortress and our own community." Once more, the crowd applauded.

That night, Athel had a dream. He had a vision of a magnificent fortress. A fortress that he would name Nithalal, Hammerempire. It would be a place that held hundreds of dwarves, that would last through time, through sieges and droughts. It would grow to hold the Dwarven royal family, and to craft some of the greatest artifacts in Dwarven history. Then the image disappeared. He now stood before a group of dwarves. The dwarves were wearing finely crafted clothing, giving them authority. Athel was suddenly struck with both awe and fear, and he dropped to his knees. He barely managed to speak a few words: "W-who are you?" Then the dwarves started speaking as one: "We are your ancestors. We have been watching you, Athel. You are a driven dwarf, seeking to make name of themselves. We once had an attitude like yours, and we created fortresses even greater than the one you just saw. But after we died, we could only watch how the places we lived to create, crumbled into ruin." The ancestors stepped closer to Athel, and he could feel his fear take the better of him. The dwarves continued speaking "But our dream lives on, Athel. A dream of a magnificent fortress that would be known throughout dwarven history. You were given the oppertunity to do this, and through you, we will make our dream come true. We are immortal, we can guide not only you, but in time, your people as well. We do not care for you, your people, or your dream, just our own success" As the ancestors came to a halt just a few inches in front of him, Athel could feel only fear.

"Firstly, you will gather companions to travel to your new property. When you arrive there, you will build us a statue through which we can channel our power to guide you and your people. After that, we will reign once more" Athel stood up and bowed. Now, there was only obedience.

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Yes, you guessed right. The ancestors, that's us. I chose for us a location that has the recources to make steel, I already checked, they are indeed present. We have flux stone (Chalk end Limestone), and Magnetite (iron ore) and Lignite (fuel). I think the location is quite ideal, and I'll start making a fortress tomorrow (I'm quite ill, cold and I wanna go to bed). The order of players will be:

Idiota
Amarth
Murska
E_net4
Thaif
Crazy
Dorten

Now, if anyone wants in, they'll have to go to the end of the queue. Lets have some fun.

"Athel Oddomkol? Athel, please step forward." A dwarf stepped forward from the crowd. His muscles showed extensively even though he was wearing fully covering clothes. The dwarf appeard to want to walk straight through the town elder for a moment, but came to a halt in front of him. The elder continued speaking: "Athel, the community thanks you for the work you have done in digging an excellent sewage and drainage system. For years, our community's growth polluted the streets with it's increasing amounts of garbage and feces. Your dedication to cleaning up the streets has earned our full respect." As the elder stopped speaking, the whole crowd stood up and started applauding. After everyone was seated again, the elder spoke: "For your hard work, the council has agreed that you are to be rewarded. I think it would be no more than our duty to give you the oppertunity to create your own future. You have been granted a suitable property in a faraway land. The council looks forward to a succesful relationship between your would-be fortress and our own community." Once more, the crowd applauded. That night, Athel had a dream. He had a vision of a magnificent fortress. A fortress that he would name Nithalal, Hammerempire. It would be a place that held hundreds of dwarves, that would last through time, through sieges and droughts. It would grow to hold the Dwarven royal family, and to craft some of the greatest artifacts in Dwarven history. Then the image disappeared. He now stood before a group of dwarves. The dwarves were wearing finely crafted clothing, giving them authority. Athel was suddenly struck with both awe and fear, and he dropped to his knees. He barely managed to speak a few words: "W-who are you?" Then the dwarves started speaking as one: "We are your ancestors. We have been watching you, Athel. You are a driven dwarf, seeking to make name of themselves. We once had an attitude like yours, and we created fortresses even greater than the one you just saw. But after we died, we could only watch how the places we lived to create, crumbled into ruin." The ancestors stepped closer to Athel, and he could feel his fear take the better of him. The dwarves continued speaking "But our dream lives on, Athel. A dream of a magnificent fortress that would be known throughout dwarven history. You were given the oppertunity to do this, and through you, we will make our dream come true. We are immortal, we can guide not only you, but in time, your people as well. We do not care for you, your people, or your dream, just our own success" As the ancestors came to a halt just a few inches in front of him, Athel could feel only fear. "Firstly, you will gather companions to travel to your new property. When you arrive there, you will build us a statue through which we can channel our power to guide you and your people. After that, we will reign once more" Athel stood up and bowed. Now, there was only obedience. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, you guessed right. The ancestors, that's us. I chose for us a location that has the recources to make steel, I already checked, they are indeed present. We have flux stone (Chalk end Limestone), and Magnetite (iron ore) and Lignite (fuel). I think the location is quite ideal, and I'll start making a fortress tomorrow (I'm quite ill, cold and I wanna go to bed). The order of players will be: Idiota Amarth Murska E_net4 Thaif Crazy Dorten Now, if anyone wants in, they'll have to go to the end of the queue. Lets have some fun. :)

Dwarves and their Ancestors

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