The Tale of The Lone Reclaimerthe fall of Sazirzon was a minor loss, but none the less, it had a rich gold and silver deposit under it. Under orders from the king Likotgigan and his crew of seven set of the revive the dead city. in the year of 151,during the month of Felsite, the arrive at the fort. weapons and armor little the floor, with dead cats on the walls and a dead troll in the well. the floors had started to grow various sizes of mushrooms, huge piles of ore, and corpses on the B1 floor. as they started the grim duty of cleaning out the fort, a large crash was heard deep down under the various levels. Likotgigan heard it, thinking it was a floor giving out, and thought nothing of it. He bid the other dwarves good night and went to bed. his team dispersed, three going to bury more dead, two to eat, and the last, Feb Daruderal, decided to explore. as Feb read the lore of Sazirzon, consisting of finding a cavern made of various metals and the herioc Fikod Larid, the dwarf who fought of the evils of goblin thieves, giant olms, and slaying the dreaded troll Becoredem, a shadow ran up the stairs. it's bulky green figure caught Feb by suprise, and with a amazing hit, Feb could only scream before he perished. Fikod Larid was finally in his tomb, with a statue of him that was found on the premises, but the three burial dwarves have dropped body of the next in line when they hear the scream. they charge downstairs to find a troll gnawing on the mangled corpse of Feb. they try to encircle the beast but it knocks them all back. it pounced, crushing one and stabbing another with its tusk. as the last one tried to run, a giant olm runs from a lower floor and kills him, the two that were eating decide to get the wardogs in the gaurd tower, but as they passed the stairs, one was dragged down to the floor below. the other was planning on saving him, but as he ran down the stairs, the giant olm ripped him in half. Likotgigan awoke, and stumbles to the crud temporary food storage area. as he munched on a dwarven helmet, a splatter of blood shot up the stairs. Likotgigan took a sip of some fine wine left there, and walked to the armory. he grabed some bismuth bronze chainmail they recovered earlier, a leather shield, a bronze axe, and various other gear. he sets down his faithful pick and calls the wardogs. he walked down the steps to be greeted by a giant olm. it dispatches a dog and wounds another. then from behind Likotgigan swiftly cuts both of its legs crippling it, and as it sat in a pool of blood, he cut off the foul beasts head. the dogs rushed down the next flight of stairs, and a wail is heard. as he rushes down the stairs to save the wardogs, he sees a puzzling sight. the troll was dead, it was missing a head and with a huge hole in his left arm. even stranger, 4 happy wardogs were rolling in his cyan blood, with the fifth missing. down another floor in the ore storage, there was a mortally wounded hound, bleeding to death. infront of it lay the trolls head.
somehow the wardog recovered from the normally mortal wounds! even cooler, he did it in a month, not 2 years, not a season, a MONTH!
he was the last dwarf, and first thing to do was to block off the cave. after that he declared himself the lone reclaimer. he tended the crops, finished the walls, and gathered supplies. in a season's time, migrants arrived to help him pickup the pieces. the dog that killed the troll was declared The Hero of New Sazirzon. the hero was giving a doghouse of pure copper and resides there even today.
this is my first story, and its all true. a small squad of wardogs killed a troll with full health, somehow decapitating it, and the one who killed it recovered fully and was rewarded with a copper house. post your opinion and if you want me to right it out, not theatracally i will