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[ChazzyBurger]

7 Dwarves sat in a cold, dank room free of furniture except for a single table and chair combo in the middle. Everyone eyed each other suspiciously, wondering why they were there, or what the purpose of this meeting was. Silence crowded the place. A secret hatchway in the ceiling suddenly opened. A loud voice boomed through, echoing throughout the shallow walls. “You 7 have been selected to go on a great trip, one which will bring honour and wealth to the mountain-homes. Go towards the northeast, to the cold mountains, and complete any task given to you!!!”

The 7 shifted uncertainly, out of a combination of supprise and apprehension. One of their numbers stepped forward. “And what if we refuse?”
“Well, in that case, sit down.” The Dwarf tilted his head in confusion. “Only one of you can get out of this, you wanted to first, so you can go.” The Free member jumped with glee, and strode towards the table. The clink of a mechanism rang throughout the cramped room. A pressure plate descended, as well as the bridge surrounding it. A blaze of heat and a screaming dwarf entered and fell from the room. A splash of a semi-liquid ceased the cries, and the floor returned to its normal position. All the members of the room stood in complete shock.

“AH!!! You can’t beat some good old magma entertainment. This is the fate of the rest of you if my offer is refused. I will NOT ask again… Choose, certain or probable death.”

The Occupants accepted.

“EXCELLENT!!! Your trek will begin immediately. How many are you?”

A female answered. “6…”

“Only 6! No, no, no, no! 6 is a BAD number, BAD, BAD, BAD!!! We need 7!!! 7 Dwarves!!! I shall find someone… But no matter, SET OFF, FOR THE MOUNTIN-HOMES!!!”
The wagons were set, The Horses and Mustoxs were barded and prepared and the 6 were ready to set off. Or they would be, if they didn’t have to wait for their 7th member. One of the number, a burly miner by the name of Alåth Gesislibash, groaned slightly. “What kind of pompous, stupid noble will we get following us, pestering us for fancy items we don’t possess?”
“I know!!!” replied a Food Preparer (Farmer), Eral Inodsazir. “Most likely one that likes Adamantine!!!”
“Then again… Who doesn’t like Adamantine…?”
The group murmured in agreement.
“GREETINGS!!!” bellowed a Male dwarf behind them, scaring a few. By the time they regained their composure, the addition to the group was in full view, bearing a huge, grinning smile. “HOW IS EVERYONE!!!” The group, along with some nearby bystanders, shuffled nervously. “What’s the matter, Kobald got your tongue?” Nothing was shifting that almost psychotic toothy grin of his.

“Do you think he’s been smoking Rope Reed?”
“NO!!! HAVE YOU MY JOLLY WOLLY FRIEND!” exclaimed the man. “Oh my, have I not introduced myself? I’m Stâkud Cattenrimtar, or ‘Burger’. It’s what my friends call me, so why don’t you guys!”

‘This is going to be a LONG journey…’ thought Alåth.





Greetings everyone! This is my first ever Community Fortress, after I felt like doing this on a whim. I'm inexperianced, so I will most likely be asking you people things.

For example, i want to show you the founding 7, but I'm not sure how to capture the screens, any help would be appreciated.

Longlive Freezeirons!!!

[ChazzyBurger]

Two and a half hard months of travel followed, and was as long as Alåth thought. Two and a half months of the almost never ending happiness of that Burger guy. Thob, our Planter, was almost snapping after a 30 minute conversation with the guy. Don’t think any of us would, though, Burger’s axe looks like it could slice threw us with a single slice.

We asked him how long it would be after another 2 months, and he simply replied “Not much further…”. But we had no idea where we were going, just traversing mountains, grasslands and hills in a search for this “promised land” to the north east. Tosid, nice guy by the way, plus he makes the best crafts here, was getting very jittery and shifty, and shaking almost like an elf when it’s given a wooden crown. VERY Un-Dwarven.

About 2 Weeks later, Burger suddenly exclaimed in delight. “We’ve made it! WE MADE IT PEOPLE!!!” The hills around us echoed the shouts, and Solon thought she lost her hearing in one ear. Burger halted the two wagons, which sank on the sandy ground below us. He took out a piece of paper, cleared his throat, and said “This day, will be the Founding of ‘The Dead City’!”

No one was very chuffed with the name. SOlon especially, as she noticed a One-Humped Camel charging STRAIGHT TOWARDS US. “Well, Burger,” thought Alåth. “But we don’t really care, not as if he could…”
As the Camel bend down to deliver a crushing bite, Burger brought his axe forward and placed it in the open mouth. The following bite had a bit more damage to the camel itself than it though, which was now walking around with half a jaw. Another axe swipe took off the left upper leg, and the Camel fell to the ground. Raising the weapon above his head, it was brought down straight onto the camel’s neck. The head rolled over to Solon, who preceded to yelp in alarm and kick it away. Everyone just simply stared at the slightly bloody warrior. “Well,” Burger said, a smile appearing on his face. “Seems as if THIS Noble will actually help you! Onwards party!!!”

Such is the start of The Dead City

Dwarves are:

[MercDraco]

dwarf picture isn't work for me atm, however if I could have a Miner i'd be more than pleased,
Name: Dracnor
if possible pet kitten,
other labors: Any and All (make him prefer labor, and likes something besides adamaintine [in case of mayorhood i don't get said magma entertainment usage])