wrote up my sotry of how Father Wolfe got to the fortress i hope its good
How Father Wofle Got to the Fortress:
The camp was not far from the capital. Some came from it to on their way to the fortress Crownhammers, where rebels were welcome. Others came simply to get away from the king and his soldiers. After all, if one was to be in a puppet state for a bunch of goblins, he should at least be away from the government. Still, there was one dwarf who had not come for either of those things, but rather to do something else. His name was Father Wolfe, and he came to build his church.
The church itself was built on a tall hill in the center of the camp. It was built from various rocks and blocks that could be found nearby, and the only thing notable about it was the stainedglass window in the rear. This was the preachers church: The Church of Armok.
One day Father Wolfe and his flock were in the church, performing their usual services. They were all dressed in all black with long black coats and wide-brimmed black hats that almost covered their eyes. As the end of the service came near, the preacher drew a dagger from his coat and his disciples followed suit.
"Let us recommit ourselves to our sacred oath and allegiance to Armok" he cried. Then he and his followers made a slice on thier non-dominant hand, allowing their blood to spill onto the floor.
"All that we have," led the preacher, "is but for the glory of Armok."
Suddenly the door was kicked down by a goblin lasher and he and his squad of crossbow goblins flocked into the church.
"Hello there, Father! Haw haw haw!" said the goblin leader.
"What is the meaning of this disturbance?" asked Father Wolfe. "This is a sacred space!"
"Haw haw haw!" said the lasher, "We were just passing along when we came across this young she-dwarf." One of the crossbow goblins chucked the corpse of a lady-dwarf onto the floor. "We were thinking that you were responsible for this."
"You and I both know who is responsible for this!" responded the preacher.
"True" said the goblin lasher guy, "but I'm not interested in getting accused of inciting any anti-goblin sentiment, so I'm just going to pin it on you! Everyone knows you weirdos offer blood sacrifices. It was just too bad that I was not here to save this ladydwarf from her fate, but at least i was here to execute the killers! Haw haw haw!"
Two church guards with spears ran up to the goblins.
"Fire" said the lasher goblin.
The squad fired at the dwarves, killing all of them except for the preacher. "Uh-oh!" he said, and he grabbed a stack of blank scrolls and a set of pens from the altar and jumped out the window. He fell screaming many feet before landing on a horse.
"Hyah! Hyah! He screamed as he kicked his feet into its sides, causing it to run at top speed as bolts whizzzed passed his head.
He would travel for many miles, leaving his attackers in the dust. He left the puppet state that was once The Matched Silvers, and he travelled through enemy territory until he came to a small-looking outpost by the coast. Here, he got off his horse and sacrificed it to Armuk as thanks for keeping him safe. When he looked towards the sea, he saw how beautiful the zombie birds looked as they swooped about. Suddenly, blood began to pour from the sky, a glob hit his face. Father Wolfe fell to his knees and put his hat on his chest.
"This blood is a sign from Armok. It's the promised land!"
(this is the song that played)And so on 1st Granite of the 202nd year since Creation, Father Wolfe arrived at Crownhammers.
oops sorry forgot about the whole dont double post thing
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