(I dont have time to write the entire thing right now, im going to edit it over time.)
First off, some background.
The world was in the southern hemisphere, and was a world of extremes. The temperature ranged from -15 all the way to 105 degrees. Unlike most worlds, the humans were not the dominant race- instead, a race known as the Kizarun, a reptilian, basilisk-like race of aggressive humanoids with massive stature. They dominated the southernmost regions, living alongside their allies, the dwarves. Further to the north, the elves and goblins controlled wide swaths of land. And to the west and farthest northern reaches, the kobolds and the humans dwelled.
To the south was a small kizarun civilization which had existed for centuries in peace. Yet in 486, a massive elven army attacked them and sacked Aeczilim, their northernmost city. The war continued for decades, and although five elves died for every single Kizarun, it was not enough. The elves outnumbered them so much, that they could not resist the armies that invaded them.
ten years later, only one of their cities remained. The elven armada prepared to invade, but out of nowhere, the dwarves came to the aid of the Kizarun. Over seven-thousand strong, they won a series of battles and pushed the elves back. The kizarun had a moment of peace...
However, they had been decimated. all their heroes killed, their lands taken, their villages looted, they decided to seek their profits elsewhere. A party of seven embarked over the mountains and frozen tundra, through the swamps and around the hills. They traveled far to the west, to the land of the other Kizarun who they relied on to help them. But when they arrived, they found nothing. Despite the climate and land being perfect for the Kizarun, the tall mountains and cold of the arctic oceans, and the frozen swamps which thawed every winter, no Kizarun could be found there. Having found the perfect location, they climbed the mountain peaks and looked out over the lake. What they had at first though was an arctic ocean, in fact, was merely a very cold freshwater lake. Satisfied with their location, they bore into the mountain and began farms and had animals graze. They built for an entire season before they began mining.
They named their territory 'Ytindralidruin Aebidrasvakrilir Kikrobaer', which means 'duskfire the serpentshrine of twilight'. They explored the region and discovered a tribe of grasshopper men. Only one of them was ready and willing to fight, and the grasshopper men outnumbered them, so they left them more or less alone and tried to avoid them. In the meantime, the farms had been built and one of them was working as a makeshift farmer. They built a still, a masonry workshop, and several other workshops. However, they discovered their cave was made from clay and so they had nothing but wood to build with. This hardly being proper, they immediately sent their two miners down the mountain to mine Kaolinite to construct the fortress.
(Will continue later. Adios, hope you will enjoy it.
PS: I havent actually finished using this fort so the story isnt complete yet. I put it on the internet spontaneously, more or less.)
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Topic: Epic of the Kizaur (modded DF) (Read 1406 times)