You see before you what looks, for all intents and purposes, to be a mole-man of some sort. He was old and grizzled looking, having a few scars and a long beard and whiskers twisted and braided with glass beads. He wore a pig tail brais and matching vest as he sat in a wooden chair, smoking a pipe. His hands ended in enormous, blunt claws for digging, but also potentially quite formidable as weapons.
Let me tell you a tale. Sit a while, and listen.
You seem surprised to see me. First time meeting a Mogun, eh? Well, i'll start with that, then. The history of the Mogu. I'll be brief.
Long ago, we Mogun dwelled within the great caverns. There we hunted and lived as any tribesmen would, lacking the luxury and knowledge of a civilized society. But we made do, hunting worms and fungi to eat, and we did well enough. One day, however, we were found by a civilization known as Dwarves, who I am sure you are familiar with. We welcomed them, and in turn, they did the same. They taught us many things, and we returned the favor. Finding their way of life preferable, we soon came to live with them and work for them. But this would not last. As we gave more of our time, labor, and knowledge of the caverns, they gave increasingly less in return. Much of their technology and metallurgy were kept from us, until they discovered a metal of the gods. They would not even let us see it, and this infuriated us- for we were the ones who brought them to it, dug our way there. With sadness, we decided to depart from them, and stake our own claims within the young world. We found an arid place with much soil and fertile minerals, and there the first home of the Mogun was dug- Gramor, it was called, meaning 'Earth'.
There, we developed our own ways, respecting our elders and the ancients' traditions. We learned to make our own goods, and produce our own equipment. We even brought back much of our old language, what could be remembered, and used the Dwarven we learned when it could not. Soon, the world knew us as we are, standing staunch within the earth we cleaved with our own claws. We faced and survived the trials and tribulations of a civilization, from learning to till the soil and water the slime molds, to building our strong llamelar armor to protect us from the goblins' vicious greed. With claw and katar we set our place and drew our lines, and grew strong with that dedication.
But that is all the past. Now, I will tell you a tale that is ongoing. The founding of the newest of Mogun burrows, Bromilimul, 'Lancegolds'.
Bromdilimul was founded in the 6th year of the Mogun, on Granite 1st. The county which sent the expedition was The Feral Shield, named from a shield made of the hides of fallen creatures which became it's namesake. The Wheel of Boots, so named as they favored wagons and simple walking to traverse the world before finding this site, was the name of the group who formed it.
The group of seven Mogun consisted of:
Onget Botodgub, the Leader. She is 27, very sharp in the mind, upbeat and talkative.
Meng Nokimwedol, the miner. He is 23 and aloof, assertive, and careful, albeit boring.
Edem Bidomlikot, the engraver. She is 35, a very caring and compassionate maid.
Hiddom Gakizendok, the Woodworker. She is 25, a bit of an odd one. She's self-concious and tends to talk to trees.
Sarvesh Gecastavuz, the Mason. He is 36, an almost infuriatingly crass fellow, but a good heart.
Bot Fikodsolam, the Tinker, who is 31 and enjoys being the center of attention and impressing others.
And lastly, Ustuth Uvarosed, 24, herbalist. He enjoys the outdoors and nature more than people.
We have embarked on an area with a nice little brook which forms a small waterfall. We are on the side of a gentle sloping hill, in a moderately forested area. It seems peaceful here, and all should go well, I hope.
We have brought with us a pair of moleworms (a large pulsating blind worm we commonly eat), two turkey hens, and to pull the wagon, a mule and a water buffalo.
Our equipment consists of three copper claws (for digging), a copper axe, an iron anvil, four barrels each of rum, wine, and beer. Various fungal seeds, four barrels of meat, three spools of thread and three bolts of cloth, two ropes, three bags, two buckets, a block of charcoal, 26 portions of anthracite coal, and of course the wagon itself.
I think our first priority will be to get a farm going.
[And stop for now to sleep. This is a tale of my first fortress with the beta version of a new mod i'm making, with a custom race, lore, reactions, equipment, items, plants, minerals, metals, glazes, megabeasts, animals, monsters, and more! This story will be to allow you to ask questions and provide input as I develop the lore, and to just entertain.]
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