I'm just gonna do this, and we'll see where it all will end up.
Requests for dorfing are welcome, ofc. Just attach the usual relevant information.
Embark Point
Embark Message
Prologue: Strike the Earth
"Armok damn the king!" Bembul, the expedition leader declared, rather loudly for a dwarf not having 'Get hammered' on the top three on his To-Do-list. Well, he did actually have 'Get hammered' on his list, just not the type of hammered involving a forged piece of metal coming in contact with his skull at a certain velocity.
Bembul took a seat on the ground.
"Th' crème of the Paddle of Murdering really must have it in fer us!" he continued.
Id Dishmabitdun, the king, had had a wine induced halluciantion, in which an apparition had told him to settle The Myth of Emancipating, lest he liked the idea of being a tree for the rest of his life. Id, not being a
filthy elf dendrophile to say the least, decided to quickly create an expedition for this purpose. Bembul was in the closest proximity of the king at this moment due to him having a pressing* matter to attend to. The rest is, as they say, history.
*He had to take a dump, and little did he know, that the king was on the john spewing his guts out."Ach, c'mon... Don't be pessimistic, Bembul! Ya hear?" Iteb, the mason replied and continued:
"It isn't tha' bad. Do ye see th' trees here? Their leaves are feathers! Can ya believe it?" Iteb paused. "Do ye know the best thing about this here place?"
"No", Bembul replied in a bored tone.
"Ther' may be sun berries here!" Iteb almost burst into a flame of joy.
"Yeah... Wha'ever. It's time to make th' best of it.", Bembul replied
Although he concealed it well, having the opportunity to brew Sunshine, did bring some joy to his heart.
"Ancalagon! Thob! Uvash! Begin excavating som' lodgings immediately, lest ye wanna be corpsefeed! Kol, chop some trees and Melbil. Ye'll have to be our one-man-army for the time bein'", he commanded.
"Alas, mining is rather below me status, you see. Back in Padd..." Uvash complaint was interrupted.
"Not until ye've mined yer own quarters it ain't!" Bembul roared.
Uvash grabbed a pick, sneered at Bembul and started to scratch the rock with the tip of the copper pick in a contemptuos manner.
And thus was the foundation for Nistiden Morusthos Okbod (Fearpaddle the Uncommon Bunch of Doom) laid by the expedition group Olon Ilush (The Gears of Carnage).
OOC:
Please critisize, and I'll amend it.
Also, dorfed dwarves will be edited in.
EDIT: Edited in Ancalagon.
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