Talanic hefted his pick in both hands, raising it high. "STRIKE THE -"
"Wait wait wait," Uvash interrupted. "Not here. We wanted a river!"
The dwarf relaxed his tensed-up muscles and eased out of the dramatic pose. He'd been hoping it would make a good statue later, but it didn't appear his companions had been watching anyway. "River?"
"Yes. River. We discussed, remember? Half happy, half spooky, with a volcano and a river."
Talanic felt as if his aborted pick-swing had hit himself in the head. "We've walked over five different continents since we figured out the first one wouldn't quite do. And still you're being so picky? What, are you sober or something?"
"Well excuse me, but I'm going to be the mayor here, and ProudAnvil is going to be the greatest fort in the proud and storied history of the Pinecones of Usurpation."
Talanic nodded, smiling as Uvash finished her tirade. Werty and the Captain were, as usual, using him as a distraction while they opened a cask of dwarven wine and took up positions behind the too-sober Uvash.
They waited, as usual, for the blowhard to run out of air. On cue, all three of them pounced Uvash and tipped her over backwards into the cask. They held her under for a ten-count, then pulled her up.
She managed to blurt out, "Guys! I - " before going back in, this time for a fifteen-count. This time when they pulled her back up she stayed quiet.
"Okay Uvash. Let's do this the easy way. What's the name of our new fort?"
"Rockywires!"
Talanic nodded. "And - keep in mind that if you get this wrong later you might get executed for treason - who do we owe our allegiance to?"
"The Worldly Dusk!"
"That's right. And remember that you're not allowed to make demands about what kind of place we settle on. Not since you declared that that nice place with three mountains was infested with 'booze pixies'. No, we're settling down right here. No river, but some nice mountains on the west, one of them a volcano. The Fair Fires, they call it, which I say is a good omen. If I were you, I wouldn't go out on those mountains after dark. The rest of the land is, as you said, 'happy'. That doesn't necessarily mean 'nice' but you're free to take your chances. But don't mess it up. We spent everything we had buying the claim to this ground, and that means we're the first to strike ground. And who knows? Maybe we will make a grand fortress of it."
Uvash nodded. "We're the first here?"
"Yep."
"Then who built that?"
All heads swiveled as one to see what Uvash was pointing at. Three stone pillars jutted from the ground. "Dunno," Talanic said. "But the pattern looks familiar."
"Looks to me like a depot entrance. You know, to make the wagons come from that way?"
Talanic's eyes widened. "Dip me in wax and shave my mustache, she's right. Someone's trying to jump our claim!"
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