It is a time of worldwide chaos. The armies of the goblins are amassing an enormous army. Under the manipulative leadership of a foul demon who slipped through the gates of hell itself, they have forged an alliance, first with the elves; beautiful yet savage beings of the woods, and then the humans; industrious and ambitious. Driven by jealousy and hatred, they have turned their combined might against the entire dwarven race, intent on nothing but complete annihilation.
Their unstoppable armies sweep the land, growing in size and power as they went. Like a tidal wave, it destroyed all in it's path, crushing fortress after fortress. The target was obvious. The forces of evil were headed straight towards the Mountainhome, centre of all dwarven glory. The capital, and pride of it's peoples.
After a long and bloody siege, lasting almost two years, the Mountainhome crumbled under the combined powers of three races, and it's citizens scattered and slaughtered. Amidst the chaos, a small group of survivors banded together. Seven of them in total, huddled against the cruel cold of the outside world, seeking shelter from the rain, and hoping, praying, that they will not be found. Horrified at the destruction of the dwarven glory. Of the slaughter of their friends and family. Of the beautiful golden statues, craftsdwarfship of the highest quality, now covered with the blood of the bravest defenders of the city, and of the innocent civilians.
As they wander the earth, they stumble upon other survivors, aimlessly walking around, purely existing, stricken by melancholy. Yet over time the fear in the hearts of the survivors began to subside. Their horror turned to anger. To hatred.
They began to plot their revenge. The day every living Human, Elf, and Goblin would pay for their crimes. Plans are drawn and redrawn in the dirt. They talk quickly in hushed tones around their campfires. One singular thought dominates the minds of these seven dwarves.
The plans were finalised. To create a powerful stronghold in the mountains. To find any wandering dwarves still alive, and bring them in. To train the fiercest, strongest, and deadliest warriors the world had ever seen. To equip them with the finest arms, and to launch an assault on the allied races. Crush them into the dirt. Paint the fields in their blood. Exact revenge for the destruction of their homes, and to restore the mighty dwarves to their former glory!
It's time to strike the earth!
Okay, so I got bored at work and figured I'd write a bit of a background story to go with this. My aim is to create a military fortress, with a 200 strong army of legendary masterwork-steel-clad dwarves wielding swords, axes, and hammers. (Ranged weapons are for the weak. For the elves who can't stand up to a melee battle.)
I'm going to have to have a couple of dwarves to dig out bedrooms and barracks, to brew booze, and to grow the crops. And of course, smith the weapons and armour.
To feed a fortress of over 200, how many do I need to be dedicated civilians (with some military training too, just very little)? I'll keep updated on how this goes