=KOLADISTAM NAZUSH DISUTH=
Ghoullights: The Blood of Nightmares
"Aye, yes, I remember that one," blurt out Onum, "Ghoullights it was called? Hoho, we haven't heard of that one in ages."
The human traveler shifted on the hard granite seat, obviously uncomfortable with both the seat and his host. Onum took out a
Spearbreakers Mountainhome mug and filled it up with glumprong-flavored dwarven rum. The human traveler slowly took up the mica cup and took little sips at a time, the hard, stinging liquor burning down his throat. "It's pretty much a fable now. Something that colonist parents tell their yo'ng ones befor' they sleep, 'if you don't eat yer' plump helmets, they're gonna throw you into Ghoullights!' hoha, they always fall for it young." The human sighed, and let the liquor take him to his special happy place.
=Throne room, 3 years earlier.=
"You babbling idiot! What do you mean 'we're running out of silver?'" the king yelled at the viceroy with a thundering voice thought to rival that of Armok himself. "I- I'm sorry sir, b-but th' alliance has pushed us to the very edge. We can n-no longer af-aff-afford to keep those border settlements protected." the viceroy whimpered and retreated to the corner of the subterranean limestone room. The king sat and thought for a minute- then nearly jumped up, to the surprise of many.
"What happened to that- ah- Ghoullights?"
Everyone in the room gasped- forbidden by the previous king to be ever spoken again, the current one had broken the unspoken tradition of 5 years- never again.
"My l-lord, you d-do realize that, that place is
cursed, it is hallowed ground... rumored to be where the necromancers emerged themselves! It would be heresy- heresy and suicidal to even mention that name in public, let alone send settlers there!"
And on that day the viceroy was no longer to be seen, nor his family, and nor any of the other people in the room that day.
=Tavern, Present Day=
A well-built, tall dwarf walked into the tavern, and sat down next to the human traveler. Holding several bags worth of seeds and preserved food, he requested a large tankard of ale, paid by the king. When it had been served, the bartender, Onum, asked him where he was heading.
"Ghoullights. Well, not exactly, we're going to settle right next to it."
Both bartender and human looked up and stared at the settler.
=The Embark=
=The Dwarves=
I guess we're continuing from the old turn list?