"So, where is this great, Adamantine packed place we are heading for, Nordinkel?", asks tonnot, her crossbow shouldered and
way too triggerhappy to feel comfortable.
"Uhh," I respond, having no real idea about where we are actually headed. The whole thing has been more of an escape for me
than anything else. Yet i can't seem to freaking outrun that wagon they are all sitting on.
"Our destination is a place called "Glovedloved", south of the great mountainside", Tacomagic comes to my help and unfolds a
map. I managed to get her on my side somehow, by just agreeing to her ramblings about the wondrous nobility-based society
that we are kind of planning to establish now. I am okay with everything as long as it gets me out of this mess.
"We will settle on the side of a huge mountain that borders a huge valley. Like Nordinkel so truthfully promised, there is
said to be a huge deposit of metals and flux stone. Most importantly though..."
"...None of these long-eared, stinking treehugging elves."
I slightly open my mouth only to find myself speechless. This site she found sounds like a freaking paradise. Are her plans
for real? If so, i better get my ass either in there and proceed according to plan or quickly get the fuck out of here as
soon as i can. Tacomagic is so competent it yet again terrifies me.
For now though, everybody seems to have calmed down again.
Actually, this does not look bad at all.
--TWO WEEKS LATER--
The place is real. Glovedloved is real. It is a really freaking tall mountain on a huge valley. There's trees and plants
growing everywhere and mineral deposits JUST SITTING THERE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN.
For our convenience, the whole thing is seperated by a gentle flowing river, splitting the valley in two. Just PERFECT for
executing our plans on establishing our fortress.
I carefully walk over to Tacomagic, making sure the other Women cannot peek on our converstion.
"You planned this all along, you devilish monster."
"I thought we both agreed on our plan to live Life our ways!", she responded with a grin. "Our dreams will come true very,
very soon. Actually, the first wave of pilgrims is headed our way this very moment!"
I am fairly sure by now that Tacomagic HAS NOT forgotten anything i promised her.
She just waits for the right moment to club me to death with the very own words i spoke when we drank ourselves to oblivion.
Anyways, there is no turning back now. We are almost out of supplies, so i have no choice to roll with it, as uncomfortable
this whole thing makes me.
Then again, it was my dream all along, wasn't it?
Yes, that's what she will say when we all die.
The first thing i need to worry about now is fortify the promises i've been making. So i order neblime to start carving out
rooms at the side of the mountain, where we look upon everything that's going on below. Truly a majestic View over the
treetops.
I can't afford messing around with dirt. None of us will have that. Everybody will have their smoothly engraved living space
in no time and then hopefully shut up.
Also i have streamlined our labors as good as i could. Everybody has their distinct Jobs occupying every labor i can think
of. When we take more citizens into the halls, things will get easier for everybody. For now, we will have to cover a wide
range of duties.
I also singlehandily construct a bridge to the other side.
Neblime patiently waited for me to finish the task before telling me it was useless. The river is too shallow to block off
entrance, so she recommended me to design and construct a giant wall all by myself to solve that problem.
I recommended her to go fuck herself.
Just below the stockpile and workshop area, i let the woman dig out living space.
Every dwarf in the mountain shall get at least one living room and an own room completely dedicated to their professions.
I myself as the founder of Glovedloved need a bit more.
And guess what? SHE ACTUALLY DOES IT. We are going to live in giant halls worthy of kings very soon!
Actually, our plan doesn't seem so bad after all. Not having to worry about accommodating every single migrant we get means
we can focus on the important tasks way better: Living like stupid goddamn decadent assholes.
Menawhile, Chimerat does what she does best:
Getting my belly filled with the help of tonnot, who begins shooting ravens flying in the sky like a badass.
Seriously. She shoots FLYING BIRDS OUT OF THE SKY. What the hell did i deserve to get a pack of fucking monsters pointed
against me?
Anyways, farms are looking good by now. plants are being processed and brewed into alcohol of all sorts by chimerat.
I wonder why everybody still doesn't show much hostility towards me, given that i cheated on every single one of them. It
makes me kind of uncomfortable.
The passive-aggressiveness of those girls makes me even more uncomfortable.
I look away one single second and the next thing i see is Dhoor The Hammer carrying a weapon rack and armor stand to her
place while having her beloved silver warhammer shouldered. "Must train. Must defend Fortress", she mutters with a subtle
glare in my direction.
Also, neblime seems pissed about what i said to her earlier.
"Well, you told me to dig out all of this, and i AM ACTUALLY digging out all of this, one stone at a time!"
i mean, The dining hall looks good and all, but i still have to freaking squeeze my body through a tiny crack in the wall.
she hacks at one part of the wall, then walks away, goes downstairs, hacks at another completely different part of the wall,
then goes to have a drink and goes back upstairs.
Women, i swear.
It was in the early summer when Taomagic woke me up from my slumber.
"Nordinkel! We need you now. Look down the mountain!"
After 20 minutes of trying to convince me that they don't need me, but they need to calm the fuck down and let me sleep, i
finally leave my quarters to see what the maniac is all excited about, just to shut her up and go continue having my
hangover.
What i see looking down upon the valley makes my jaw almost fall off.
She had planned that all along. That devilish bitch of a monster.
Tacomagic stood beside me, smiling.
There they were, the people that would make my life miserable and eventually have my head impaled on a fucking stick.
"You know what to do, Nordinkel... Our plan. Our dreams. It all starts here. We are to become Kings!"
Oh, i knew what to do. I had to jump off that cliff and end this nonsense.
Instead i did what Tacomagic told me. I don't know what drove me to this decision. Maybe it was the secret craving to be a
king. Maybe i was forced to do it. Or maybe i was still god damn wasted.
"PEOPLE OF THE MOUNTAINHOMES! I, NORDINKEL, LEADER OF THE FAMOUS CITY, FOUNDER OF GLOVEDLOVED, WELCOME YOU TO THE MOUNTAIN OF
KINGS!"