Gogol is the god of "it was inevitable".
Gogol is the god of fun. The more you think about it the more it makes sense
Obligatory Cathar is awesome post.
Seriously, love the comic and glad to see you starting up a new fort.
I'm pretty busy right now, and don't have a lot of time to be dwarfed, but I'll keep lurking and throw together some writing if Donu or any of Zothoabo's clan migrate to the new fort. Depending on the timeframe, I may ask to be dwarfed a couple migrant waves from now.
M-my heart >< I'm very glad you like, I'll try to do even better from now on.
You really don't have to help or to write, but if you want to do, I'll dorf you gladly
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The embarkment
As the diplomatic situation of the kingdom of Kima continues to sink into the quicksands of war, it becomes more and more apparent that the border security provided by Thomocemir can only be meaningful if the kingdom manages to secure its territory. As long as the country is divided, ans villages are forced to defend their own territory, banditism and incursions of the elves of Pilalene and Wulemaapasi will keep on plaguing it.
There can't be any collective and permanent solution as long as the kingdom is spread out over a wide territory, and as long as the interior sea will cut the kingdom in two, no reunification can happen.
In those troubled times, then, it was common understanding that any solution to the spreading out of the country would be dearly rewarded ; not only that issue was of security concern, but the lenght and danger of the actual route was taking its toll in the nation's trade capacity.
It was in summer 143 that a group of seven people, calling themselves the Aconilun the Coastal Council- decided to take its chance. They took a loan to the trader's guild, and, armed with corroded copper tools and accompanied by two puppy dogs, they travelled eastward.
Their plan was simple : to build a bridge where the interior sea run the thiner.
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Currently, to cross the interior sea to reach the royal holdings, one would have to go around the interior sea by the north, crossing Pilalene's controlled forests and bandit infested wilderness, go unconfortably close to Wulemaapasi's lands and the dying empire of Ansgekstozu, and this is to say nothing of the savage beasts, roaming freely along the road. A bridge over the sea would cut the most dangerous part of the travel, reunite the kingdom's cities, impoving its trade capacity and allowing a wider organization of its military defense plan.
That is a lot for a simple bridge.
As a side note, the eastern side of Kimaeslo Ori gives to the dwarven kingdom of Lalrigoth that is alright, tho, as Lalrigoth is an ally in the war against Osme. It is however paramount for us to never compromize our relation with our dwarven allies.
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The debt
We know only a few facts on the Aconilun, as what happend to them before their bridge project is not documented. They entered in History for the first time in spring 143, when Toki, a young woman, moved to the royal castle of Asuciro to take a loan to the trader's guild. That loan was to buy a collection of tools, a caravan, pack animals, and the rights to a rather large piece of land to build the Bridge of Pearlshore Kimaeslo Ori.
Altho the group was not documented in the royal records, the guild paid for their starting expenses gladly, sure to recoup their money, by litteral reinbursment, but more importantly in the strategic advantage the bridge would provide them with.
The Aconilun was composed of the following members :
Hauben, maceman
Hasbun and Bannic, cooks, brewers and farmers
Joakim, smith and hammerman
Toki, trader
Esqu, animal trainer
Gram, miner, mechanic and temporary leader of the Aconilun
They arrived on the beach of Kimaeslo Ori in midsummer.
They took a quick rest near the waters of the aptly named Warm Sea, then started to work immediatly. They were now quite far away from civilization, and needed to build their own little village soon if they were to survive the weather and the wild. So as most of the group foraged for food and building material, Gram built an emergency shelter inside a grassy hill, to use until real houses were available.
As no woodworker was available, Hauben undertook the responsability of cutting some trees and making construction material. Local plants were seeded into a small field, and soon after, blackberry wine was in production.
Altho sleeping underground, in a confined area, was quite unnerving, the group would quite often just take walks along the beach, eating prepared meat and drinking wine. All things considered, it was pretty soft for an exile.
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The invasion
Things would start to get dire later in the summer, as members of the Aconilun were busy preparing their infrastucture, a band of rhesus macacques probably intrigued by the presence of their new neighbours, decided to pay them a visit.
Ten monkeys followed the shore and, as soon as they saw the abandonned wagon, rushed it mercilessly and looted it clean.
The food was already stored eitherway, but a great deal of metal tools were lost. Esqu, trying to save some materials from the hairy scavengers, managed to catch one of them. A quick fight ensued.
Esqu was not a fighter, but he was quite used to animals and most importantly, was three to four time the size of the little creature. He lifted it by the throat, punched it a couple time, then threw it on the rocky beach. The creature stopped moving soon after and the rest of its band quickly fled.
When Esqu came back to the shelter, one of his finger was causing extreme pain to him probably broken on the monkey's face.
Altho they were lucky it was just monkeys, the group would have to think of a defense strategy, rather sooner than later. What if it was wolves ?
Soon after the incident, the Aconilun was joined by a travelling family. It was actually a group of quite notable people. The father a man name Ari-Taskmo was a well know glassmaker from Thomocemir. He is mostly known to have built the famous temple complex of the city.
His wife, Budo, was also a very experienced farmer and they arrived with their seven kids. They should all help tending to the fields, which is most welcome as arms were lacking until then.
Altho it becomes urgent we build some real housing.
The rest of the summer and autumn were pretty calm. Mapple planks started to pile up in the workshop, so a little house was starting to get built near the farm, on the grassy hill. Completion should still take some time, but before fall is through, a room was sealed and would be used to store the food and drink safely for the time being.
As winter was slowly falling on Kimaeslo Ori, the Aconilun was still going strong. Soon, they would have some more confort and would leave their underhill shelter, have real rooms and real beds.
In the meantime, autumn on the beach was not that disagreable winter would probably not be either.
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