On a New World, Somewhere Far from Doomforest
"Well" said Airith, "Doomforest is finally living up to its name." Airith was sitting in a chair under a tent (underground dwellings where not yet built) next to a river. She was holding a hand mirror with images of the chaos unfolding at her former home. As she was watching the chaos, Drazoth appeared.
"How are the preparations for the Fortress going Airith?" He asked.
"I've built a new world from Armok's Anvil and it has all the qualities we've been looking for. I've picked the place where our next tale will be told as well." She hold the mirror outside her tent at the surrounding scenery to let Drazoth take in their new home.
"Its nice" Drazoth lamely said.
"Well, with just me working here, things aren't up to Legendary status yet, but niether was Doomforest until a certain snail and vampire arrived." Airith retorted.
Drazoth visibly shuddered, "Don't mention that again, we lost a good deal of dwarves to that calamity. Good dwarves."
"Fine, but do tell Gwolfski to hurry it up please... I think I can hear his insane laughter from here. I haven't got all year... well I kinda do, but you get my point. I can't unveil the home of our next story until Doomforest falls." Airith said, clearly impatient (OOC: Hint Hint)
"I'll tell him, just don't expect much, Drazoth out." His image spiraled into nothing, until Airth only saw herself in the mirror.
She sat in her chair sipping Strawberry wine as the sounds of digging drifted to her upon the nice spring breeze.