Grek's Red Elves
Stocks: 235 Food, 14 herds of unicorns, 0 iron ore, 10 charcoal, 1 iron bars, 6 steel bars, 7 iron spears, 0 Mithril bars, 5 Mithril weapons, the Philosopher's Stone, the Gem of Fertility, the Sword of Time, the Seaman's Pearl, the Cloak of Shadow
Structures: 10 Elf Villages, 44 Nature Preserves, 4 Farms, 2 iron mines, 2 double iron mines, 2 coal mines, 7 Forges, 1 ambush
Population: 6
Armies: 4 (1-4 have +1 movement, 1-4 have +2 attack and are in the dwarven realm)
Technologies: Preservation, Fishing, Fortress, Sailing, Mining, Charcoal Burning, Smelting, Steel Smelting, Magma Smelting, Weapon Smithing, Mithril Smithing, Armoring, Farming, Subterranean Farming
Ship of Freaks's Pink Dwarves
Stocks: 0 Food, 6 iron ore, 4 Mithril bars, 3 iron spears
Structures: 8 Mountainhalls, 13 Subterranean Farms, 6 Mithril mines, 7 Dwarf Fortresses
Population: 25
Armies: 0 total
Technologies: Mining, Subterranean Farming, Fortress, 4/5 Farming, Mithril Mining, Sailing
Corai's Purple Humans
Stocks: 7 Food, 7 herds of unicorns, 1 iron ore, 5 Mithril weapons
Structures: 3 Towns, 9 farms, 21 forts, 11 nature preserves
Population: 18
Armies: 12 total (1-6 have +1 movement and +1 attack, 7-12 +1 movement and +5 attack, 12 has the Onyx of Earth, 1-12 are repelling elvish invaders in Onyx Isle)
Technologies: Farming, Fortress, Sailing, Preservation, Mining
Goings on:
Nearly all of the elvish population are shackled by the well-armed elf soldiers under the control of Grek II. Even his own people are not free from his wrath. After enslaving all that were not vital to his military, he whipped them into ships and sailed to Onyx Isle. The mass of elves nearly took up the whole island as the slaves were forced to march to the peak of Mount Diamond. None of the slaves survived. As the elvish peasants were mercilessly beaten into a bloody pulp, some of their armed escorts managed to strike the golemn in the back of the head. It took many blows even with Mithril weaponry, but the beast finally fell. The whole island was soaked with blood and gore and was covered with the most awful stench the elves and humans had ever experienced. Grek II looked on and laughed at his own people's demise. They would be considered the lucky ones when he reached his full power. The King's fantasy is interrupted by a report of the goings on in Onyx Isle. He laughed as he reads about what became of his slaves, but he dropped the paper as he reached the bottom of the page. The messenger looked nervous, and rightfully so. The god-king drew the Sword of Time, but thought better of using it before he turned himself to dust. He instead drew the Pearl from his robes and channeled its power into the messenger, leaving behind only a large puddle of water in the throne room. Still feeling angry, Grek decided to take it out on the dwarves as well.
The human farmers and peasants hid in hovels and shallow holes in the ground, trying to avoid the ocean of marching brought by the elvish slaves. When word spread that the elves had nearly reached the peak of Mount Diamond, all the humans looked on in a mix of horror and delight as innocent elves were gruesomely splattered against the rock and dirt. By the end of the fight, every human was covered from head to toe in elvish blood. The humans were hopeful for a moment, but their hearts sank when they witnessed the elvish elite Mithril-clad troops marching down the mountain, Onyx in tow. Suddenly, from one of the half-destroyed stone fortresses came the peasant-king Corai, wielding a pitchfork and riding on a unicorn. The king whistled, and several blood-stained herds arrived from all around the mountain, ready to be ridden. The king led the charge, followed by every remaining able-bodied human on Onyx Isle. Armed only with farming equipment they expected death, but they had to try. When they arrived on the mountain, they caught the elvish troops off-guard. They had already began celebrating the victory, heavily drinking Elvish spirits and laughing obnoxiously. The humans stuck the unarmored elves like pigs and the peasant king nearly feinted when the artifact was presented to him. The victorious humans retrieved the elves' Mithril equipment and felt extremely empowered.
The berserk king of the dwarves continued pillaging for several days straight, never stopping to sleep, and feasting only on the flesh of elves and their precious beasts. From below, he suddenly felt the ground begin to give way and the earth slowly liquefied. The king climbed a tree to escape the flood, but the tree itself soon turned to water. The few of his dwarven comrades who had not died or pass out from malnutrition looked worried and they all clambered towards the peak of the mountain, but the mountain itself too seemed to turn to liquid. Thinking fast, the king drew his handaxe and stuck it into the head of a nearby dying elf. Just as the land had completely run out, the king was resting happily in a boat made of elf leather, stretched on a skeleton of elf bones. He silently thanked the humans for sharing their knowledge with his people as he floated back to the dwarven capital.