Pesor Nod arrvies at Oddomsubil. He surveys what once was a beautiful bluff by the river. Now it is a scene of wreckage and ruin. A narrow path filled with boulders covered in the blue blood of trolls marks the way. What comes next is more more disturbing. Arms, legs, head, guts, random piles of unidentifiable goo. A torso is hanging on the edge of a wall a few stories high. As if the ghastly sight wasn't enough a trolls body explodes in a cloud of purple gas, splattering the pack animals in putrid pus. Thoughts of turning around and leaving this forsaken place crossed his mind, but it was the kings mandate that he must go on. The king did not take kindly to his mandates being broken except under the most dire circumstances.
From the mist he spotted his first dwarf, then another, and even more! Fifty dwarves labored away, picking up body parts and singing
"Oh yo, oh yo, over the cliff the filth must go"
"We watch them burn in the magma flow"
As He passed the work crew the cliff sang about came in to view. A heart stopping drop beside the road. Far below a huge cloud of smoke and steam roiled. In between the bursts the red glow of molten rock shown through. Just then a scream fills the air, echoing on the canyon walls. A fat dwarf kicks a goblin bowman off the cliff. He screams all the way down to the cloud of smoke, then and errie silence fills the air. He walks on, tempered in his willpower. His course is set.
The Great Bismuth of Oddomsubil lay before him. So bright pink in color it was hard to look at. After all the terror he had past, he had to laugh, only the dwarves would build something so bold and silly. The worst was behind him. Now all he had to do was wrap up a little diplomacy. The entire earth shook. A great horn blew. The bridge he had just crossed recoiled in to the ground at lightning speed. Dwarves grabbed swords, axes, and hammers, running toward the entrance of the mountain home.
"A great beast has invaded the caverns!, blood boils all it touches!"
Pesor knew it had to be a Monday.