Let me tell you a story of hope, wonder, delectable delights and of course,
for this story is set in our wide world of woe,
heartbreaking tragedy as well.
The Story of LebOnce upon a time, near a city named Dinnerwandered, a happy group of seven merry brewmeisters, calling themselves "The Adventurous Tongues" decided to build a brewery that also featured a nice dwarven cafe and a meditation garden, called simply and eloquently, "Goodbrews". Into that happy place was born Leb Kefkaten, a corpulent baby girl who was dedicated at birth to the Rough Labors god of revelry and mirth. Such was her happiness, that any who heard it lost themselves in a pleasant reverie, (which was very good for morale, but very bad for business), so she received the nickname "Timeless". Now, little miss Kefkaten spent many happy years helping her mother in the farms, and watching the merry brewmeisters at their work, brewing the various potent beverages and selling them by the hundreds of barrels to any who came to buy them. The caravans of Omon Woge received many, many barrels as gifts from the brewmeisters of Goodbrews, who hoped to lure the nobility of that land into offering them a title and the citizenship that went with it.
On several occasions, the representatives from The Curse of Mites and once, Dur Logem, came to bargain for the brews with force of arms rather than moneyed persuasion, and each time they were frustrated in their attempts, for two great dwarven heroes had also come to Goodbrews to protect it (and drink their fill of decadent liquors). So the brewery grew and flourished, producing thousands of barrels of fine liquors, beers and wines, as well as many dozens of dwarven delicacies for customers and staff to enjoy while they admired the statuary and engravings of the three legendary drinking halls.
Little Timeless loved the stories these adventurers spun, and hoped one day to visit the Museum herself when she got a little older and had been trained in the use of armor and bowcraft for a couple years first. She dreamed of taking the very fanciest of brews to the Museum just half a day away, as a tribute to Dwarven artistry and talent - for she reasoned that those who visited there might taste the succulent liquid and wish to visit her beautiful home for more of the same.
Alas, in her sixth year, a combined force from the Curse of Mites, three terrible were-creatures and an obsidian desert Titan that "exuded an air of peace and gentleness", all forced their way into the back pasture of the brewery, where the milking and meat creatures roamed, and where the farmers raised the above-ground crops which were the lifeblood of the brewer's art. Timeless lost her father to that onslaught, then her mother, and finally her own life - gutted on the head of a silver pike. There, her adventures ended before they even could begin.
The brewery survived the incident, but I hadn't the heart (nor the time) to start anew with a new birth, so I retired the fortress as a hamlet, where the brewers still live and ply their art - waiting to receive customers who travel north along the King's Boulevard.
Save file: (year 1140 to 1146)
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