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[Greywalker]

The Momentous Dimension

The Story:

The fire burned low in the clearing, its light not daring to pass the boundary of the trees. The occasional pop sent up a swirl of sparks to the sky, where innumerable stars twinkled in the heavens. Prodding at the fire with a stick is a wizened figure covered in dark robes, the shining rings on their fingers the only sign that this is anything more than a humble traveler. As you step out from the darkness of the woods they turn their gaze towards you, speaking in a low voice of an unknown species.

"Sit. You must be tired. I rarely get visitors." They return their attention to the fire, which glows brighter at their efforts. "You've come a long way. The ground is dry, and the beasts do not come here."

You sit near enough to feel the heat, the fire crackling between you. The face of the figure remains hidden beneath the robes, their voice low.

"You come for the stories. They only come for the stories now. First it was the historians, though when their ink dried up they fled. Those seeking lost knowledge were next, drawn by what they thought they wished to know. All but a few went mad, those that held their minds long enough wrote themselves into history, but not one such as that has come for the past hundred years. Adventurers came at times, hoping to learn where great artifacts of the past now lie. I know where these ones went, and what became of them. Perhaps, if you wish, you shall as well. For your kind is the last to come, those that seek the stories, to be told as they were meant to be."

The flames rise higher, and in the cracking of the flames you swear you hear the roars of beasts, the clashing of metal on metal, and the wails of the dead and damned.

"Stories flow from Storyteller to Listener, and that is how these must pass on. As long as you are willing to listen, I shall speak."

The Objective:

A community world, Alabedefini is as much about carving legends into history as it is discovering the past. The year is 1051, and nations have already come and gone before we begin.

With the help of the community the goal is to create successively interesting fortresses and then try to break them with increasingly ridiculous tasks. After some fortresses have completed then Adventure Mode will begin, where the brave souls/fools try to recover artifacts from said fortresses or whatever motivations they may stumble upon. The primary motivation is story creation, so role playing and fun are encouraged. With each new fortress comes a new story, and the stories within stories.

Rules:

If you wish to participate as a Dwarf, please include: Name, Gender, Desired Profession, Desired Personality and anything else such as backstory you want to add. The more information, the better for the story, but also say where you're willing to be lenient so you can be more accurately dwarfed. Should your dwarf die (as they inevitably will), you may queue up with a new name and backstory for the next available dwarf.

Each fortress has its own opening story that will help with motivations and backstory.

Diary entries are more than welcome, and if any dwarf has a particular motive they want to pursue then enter it either as a narration or journal entry (either will work).

Fortresses:

Diamonddrill

[Greywalker]

Fortress: Diamonddrill

"Oh, you wish to hear of Diamonddrill? This one goes quite a while back, not many of the records survived. Thankfully, there are more ways to rediscover what was lost. Please, observe the fire."

The flames grow quieter at a poke, and the aged voice draws you in.

"Glory is what they sought. Bravery is what they needed. Luck was what they did not have. Sent by The Tenacious Whip, the squad of thirty dwarves struck out deep into Goblin territory, determined to erect a symbol of dwarven might. What they found was the Goblin's army. Combat ensued, but the tide quickly turned against the stout warriors. In the end, a mere seven of them escaped with a single wagon and meager supplies, most of the soldiers giving their lives to ensure the caravan reached its destination."

The wind blew harshly and stirred the flames, howling and carrying the voices of the dead and dying, while the fire's crackling laughed.

"It had already cost them dearly, and turning back was beyond possibility at this point with the goblins actively searching. Winter had set in, their supply of booze running low. Stuck in the snow, their wagon refused to move. It was here that they decided to strike the earth, and thus Diamonddrill was established."

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'Deitrich' Toolirons, Overseer

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Available Dwarves:

Onget Constructthroats, Axedwarf

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Deduk Treatybeach, Mason

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Dumed Gravelechoed, Engraver

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Mebzuth Holelance, Miner

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Mosus Glovegrooved, Miner

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Zefon Roadflags, Woodcutter

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Queue

'Thantos' - jrrocks05 (Waiting for calm, strong, Axedwarf)

[jrrocks05]

what is their professions

[Greywalker]

Updated with professions.

[jrrocks05]

I will take the axedwarf name him thantos. He always wears a hood and cloak so you can only seed his mouth. His mouth usaully has a cigarette in it. He is very calm most of the time lets out pent upemotions on battlefield

[jrrocks05]

Thantos grew up son of a surgeon and historian. His mother taught him where to strike to inflict the most damage and his father taught him history. He was an adventure where he discovered cigarettes. He became bored so he joined the expedition.

[jrrocks05]

The dwarf who is the axe dwarf is very bad. Weak clumsy flimsy. You should take a better dwarf as mine maybe mosus gloveroound or dumed gravelechoed

[Greywalker]

I'll queue you up for one meeting your specifications.

[Greywalker]

1 Granite, 1051
The unmistakeable crack of the wagon’s axle as the squad of seven tired to push it echoed briefly before it was deadened by the snow cover. The flakes were falling heavily now, building on the comrades clothes and beards. The mountain was blocking the worst of the wind, but the low winter temperatures had sapped much of their strength.

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“Enough! Glovegrooved! Holelance! Grab your picks! We strike the earth here!” The skinniest dwarf began barking out orders, the snow gathered on his cloak shedding as he began to sketch out diagrams in the ground. As he looked up, the other dwarves hadn’t moved, but were instead looking at him questioningly.

“Who voted you leader, Toolirons?” one of the women called out, her arms crossed across her large form. “We’re nowhere near the designated area, how do you expect to meet up with the rest of the squad?"

”We are the squad, Treatybeach. You and I both know the others are gone. Now the wagon’s broken, it’s getting dark and we potentially have an army on our tail. If you want to make a break for it carrying your share of supplies by all means you can try, but I actually want to live to see summer." He paused for a moment, eyeing the other 5 dwarves who were locked onto the argument. With increased confidence, he continued, "We’ll work out how to get in contact with the caravans, but right now we need to focus on our short term survival. And if you’d rather be leader, go right ahead. Otherwise, get your tools off that wagon and get ready to set up your workshop."

There was a brief pause as the golden-eyed pair stared each other down before Treatybeach spat and started to gather her stuff on the wagon.

“When the main company gets here I hope you end up hauler. You’re a dozen years to early to run an outpost.”

The rest of the company began to gather their respective equipment from the wagon, and shortly the air was filled with the sounds of metal on stone and wood.

[Greywalker]

Deitrich Journal Entry, Early Spring

Top priority has been digging an entrance into the mountain and setting up a Trade Depot in the hopes that the caravan’s manage to find us. So far the miners have made significant progress, but the bedroom designs remain deep within. The others have made their displeasure known, but they’ll thank me when there’s some distance between them and the goblins.

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Thankfully, there has been no sign of the goblins, either the main army or scouting parties. The melting snow has revealed a possible reason: bubble bulbs. I hope it is a good omen.

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Holelance and Glovegrooved have been reporting a wide variety of stone and metal alloys in the mountain, but they say it’s unlikely they’ll finish the work I’ve given them by the end of the season. I told them to prioritize the bedrooms while we gather wood for beds.