Sitting upon his artifact throne, known as "The Endless Thought" in the human tongue, a perfectly carved piece of obsidian, inlaid with gold, silver, electrum and the bones of a a dozen fire imps, King Urist Emberthread looked down at the seven chained dwarves laid out before him, his short fingers drumming on the fire imp skull arms of his throne, his eyes barely visible underneath the massive aluminum crown he wore. His deep set gray eyes bored into each of the criminals. He arose from his throne, taking slow steps down the bone platform his seat rested upon, made of countless goblin, orc, troll, and giant bones. Each one had committed atrocities against Mountainhome so great, he knew death was too good for them. Much to the Chief Hammerers complaints. *Damned psychopath would beat his way through the entire fortress if he had his way.* Thought the king, his slate eyes looking up to the purple shrouded hammerer, who stroked one thumb along his silver weapon of "justice" Urist could almost hear him frothing at the mouth, just waiting for the king to wave a hand at him, sealing the condemned fates.
He strode past each one, looking at their filth encrusted hair, their haggard starved faces, the tattered torn clothing they wore. They deserved nothing else. Forced to eat seeds and the occasional chunk of elf. One was even forced to eat their own cat, who had somehow managed to sneak into their cell. King Urist found that most unsavory, as he himself owned a trio of fine feline companions. Yet another crime he would add to the list.
"Guards, Hammerer, leave us."
The old, grizzled guards, most of whom had been wounded too seriously to be apart of the active army, looked to their lord with a startled expression. Kel Ironhelm, a fitting name, spoke "But my lord, what if they should try to harm you?" "I am more than capable to defend myself against half starved, chained convicts. I appreciate your concern, but question my orders again and I will have you chained like these dogs.... No, a dog has a use... These elves"
Kel paled under his fiery beard, made a quick apology, and motioned his squad to leave. The Hammerer, who had forsaken his name upon donning the purple veil, merely bowed, the dissatisfaction of being unable to pulverize the broken, bent dwarves before him clear on what little of his face could be seen, left without a word. *I will have to tell my nobles to make no demands or mandates for a few weeks. I do not want him getting hammer happy and creaming one of my best workers*
As the steel doors to his throne room boomed closed, Urist looked over them, their eyes glimmering with some faint shard of hope. He quickly wiped it from their collective faces. "Upon this day, I, King Urist Emberbeard, hereby banish you from this kingdom. Your names will be erased from all records, engravings. Whatever you have built, will be destroyed. The beds you slept on will be used to provide some iota of comfort to goblin prisoners, your clothing will be used to feed the forges, your sons and daughters, wives and husbands, will be forced to leave, under new names to one of the outlaying fortress's. If they ever so much as mention your name or clan, they will be put to death. You will be provided with just enough supplies to endure the journey, and provide for yourselves. If by some chance you survive through the year, a trade caravan will come, only if to take the fruits of your damned existence and further the wealth of a kingdom you will never see again. This, I doubt, but it will not stop me from telling one of the caravans that there is an outpost, who may be worth trading with." He turned his eyes towards the book keeper, who sat silently the entire time, her quill working furiously to jot down her king's command. She had to pick up several fresh clay tablets through it.
He turned, and ascended to his throne, easing into the hard, cold seat. "Guards." Instantly the doors flew open, his dwarves armed and ready to kill. "Take these bastards to the outfitter. I wish them to be given the bare requirements to survive a trek to the wilderness. Send with them a pair of war dogs and two cats." He glared at the feline feasting prisoner. "Once they have what they need, they are to leave, and never return, upon pain of..." He sat silent for a moment, considering a punishment even worse then this... "Upon pain of being forced to be the elf liaison." The guards shuddered at that thought. Grabbing the copper chains binding the criminals, they roughly dragged them away.
"May Armok have pity upon your beards, and grant you a swift death...."
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Alright, so, who wants to play?
There will be six dwarves, of any gender/profession/name that you want, since I will be claiming one for myself. Detail their crime and why you think it fitting they be exiled and not executed.
My guy is "Ragebrew Axebarrel" brewer/axedwarf. True to his name, he was a violent, destructive dwarf, who had demolished one of the artifact emerald armor stands in his barrack during one of his drunken rages, caused by a caustic mixture of dwarven rum, fire imp goo, troll blood, sweet pod syrup, and a couple of chunks of elf flesh for flavor.
He knows how to brew a mean drink, his chosen profession before being drafted to defend Mountainhome. He is quite handy with an axe, is decent at wearing armor, and knows how to cut down a tree, kind of.
Sadly, I am inept at computer usage, and will have to type out all the information by hand, because after all these years, I still do not know how to successfully print screen >..< Of course, one of you could tell my ignorant self, which would make it all the better.
I will be putting up stories for each of them, tainted by their views, opinions, thoughts, etc etc. I hope this could become a nice story in fact. Gods know I might use it some day for my creative writing course
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Topic: Community fortress / exile challenge time! (Read 952 times)