fixing the water tower would be cool. im still baffled as to why it exploded on me.
"Great librarian Brodich Sazirkor Stibbomiddor Zanor?" Brodichs head lifted from the table where it had lately taken to resting. he was drinking off a deep depression, he had been more than happy lately, he had been ecstatic. on the outside at least. on the inside something ate away at him. He had seen the eyes of BP and the soldiers he had tricked into the "danger room." they were mad. the vision he had for gateivory had changed from a meca of wonderous dwarven culture, to a nonsensical murder hole in the ground. Gulf, his rival, had died but before hand had converted a huge swath of unused rock into a monument of death. a monument that Brodich himself would one day reside in. "Brodich Sazirkor Stibbomiddor Zanor?" said the dwarf before him again.It looked like drunkencaveogre, but that was ridiculas. drunkencaveogre was dead.all of his freinds were dead. almost everyone in the fort was completely unkown to him. he rubbed his eyes to try and get the image of drunkencaveogre to leave him, but it didnt go. if anything the ghost before him grew sharper. it grinned, "your time has come again Brodich. BP has gone utterly mad with power, he can hardly act on his own." the spirit suddenly shook its head "its time to clean up this mess." and with that, it faded from veiw. Brodich contemplated letting his head fall back to the table, but that wouldent do. he knew any moment someone would discover the madness of BP. it was the way of dwarves. no sooner had this thought come to him, than a soldier, less trained than the others, came running into the dining hall. "the overseer BP has gone mad! we are without an overseer!" Brodich did not think about it. in one quick movement he stood tall upon his table beard blowing in the draft that blew through the old hall. "No we are not. I am Brodich Bridgecavern, founder of gateivory and I will not allow gateivory to fall! This place was built on the backs of many freinds and family. this edifice of culture has become little more than a rust flecked wound in which dwarves such as us come to die! well, we will no longer falter, we will no longer buckle and bend, we will not die, let us stem the flow of blood that flows from this place, THIS IS GATEIVORY!!" a cheer rose around the hall, and all at once dwarves jumped up and begun working on plans that the great librarian laid out.
"we will smooth the side of the river and build a proper dam, I also want to see that damn danger room thing taken apart. such a dangerous thing could kill our soldiers!" an idea struck him, "put statues in the river bed!" he said. "make sure most of them are goblin statues. that would be fun and a great psychological knock to those dirty greenskins." Brodech also believed it would keep the fort busy for awhile.
later, after plans had been laid out, a grim faced Brodich went walking through the mushroom and moss crusted upper halls. in one room, he found barrels of what he thought was booze. upon broaching a keg though, he found it to contain blood. "what the..." why had they all this blood? no one would cook with the stuff. he thought, and remember the seiges and raids they had suffered. perhaps some caravans had been caught an slaughtered. further up, in what was once a room to store trinkets, brodich found cages. it had been a good while since he had been up this way and he didnt know what was in that cages. in some he found various birds, but tucked away in one corner was something large. he looked in awe at what the cage had in it. a huge immobile statue stood within it. a bronze colosus. he had never seen one before but had heard rumors. where had this thing come from? as he looked though, a plan formed. he would test the metal of these danger room soldiers. an arena would be built...
in the end, it didnt take long to build. a rough arena would be built, and a better one would be made later. for the time being though, a simple pit was dug out and the cage with the huge statue was placed inside and hooked to a lever. the shattered knees were sent down to test themselves. the grim soldiers faced the cage, waiting patiantly. their eyes were full of bloodlust. with very little sound, the cage slowly slid open. what happened next was sudden and to normal dwarves startling. the statue sprang to life an lept foreward, swinging its huge bronze fists at the dwarves. not a single one of them was surprised, and immidiatly set to work pounding on it like smiths crafting fine armor. Uru Gorgedlightnings the roasted spike was an old being.it had crushed men, dwarves, elves, and goblins. even the mightiest of hammerlords could not easily bring his glittering body to its knees. the battle raged on. again and again the statuesque creatures fists slammed into the sheild of Feb Kolbekom, stunning him and not allowing for a counter strike, it proved an ample distraction for the others. but for every blow the dwarves landed, the beast would land one of its own. slowly, very slowly, cracks begin to form on its body. bolts begin to fly into the arena from the upper floor. a ranger coming down to collect the cage spots the colosus and has taken matters into his own hands.
above, one of the hammer lords dies in the hospital, alone and forgotten and the human caravan arrives.
back down below, the axelords funnel into the pit with the hammer lords and the colosus. it is overwhelmed, but none can bring it down. the might of bronze is too much for the steel and iron of the dwarves. suddenly though, the battle is decided. a few lucky strikes of the axe and both of the colosus arms are gone as are its feet, soon after the colosus is no more than a horribly dismembered statue. all that remains is the things perfect torso and legs. on it is an image of a dwarf. "who is this kel colorstockade?" asked feb as he leaned over the statue. "and what is this buckler?" one of his fellows, out of breath from the fighting, slapped him on the back and said, "it matters little feb. you are too curious."
Brodich looked over the schematics he had drawn up for the arena. "it all looks good I think. wish drunkencaveogre was around to see it." brodichs smile faded.
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