I meant to post about my world earlier, but forgot to, so I'll give you the story thus far:
I'm playing as a dwarven civilization called the Salve of Defenders. They've carved out their homes into the southern mountains and border two elven civilizations, a human civilization, and a necromancer tower. I wanted my first fort to produce very high quality alcohol, so I embarked in a good aligned grassland very close to the rest of my civilization. On the grassland we built our fort, Staffgorges, and only the finest alcohol, Sunshine, filled its barrels. Many great smiths would rise to prominence in Staffgorges, and the once small colony would be known not only for drunken nights in the tavern, but for armour and weapons of the highest quality. Notable figures in the fortress included Rimtar Vukrigamost, the mayor, and a former human monster slayer who had been transformed into a Putrid Zombie after an accident involving a necromancer and several troglodytes, after which he petitioned to become a citizen. On the fifth year of the fortress, the dwarves dug into the bowels of the earth and found an odd metal finer and more valuable than anything ever produced in Staffgorges in the years before. Like many dwarves, the denizens of Staffgorges were overtaken by their greed and found that something terrible was buried deep beneath the adamantine. Had the masons been faster in walling off the underground, Staffgorges may have continued to stand to this day. Unfortunately, the rock was too heavy, and the masons too exhausted, and so the terrible beasts from beneath the earth entered the fortress. The commander of the militia met the demons first, and slew many and wounded many others before he fell. The remainder of the militia charged in, and were tossed aside like children's toys by the demons. As the only remaining member of the militia, the human Putrid Zombie fought with a web-spitting pteranodon and managed to break one of its legs with his war hammer before he fell. The foul pteranodon then slaughtered one hundred before the survivors fled Staffgorges. Though many may see Staffgorges as a mistake not to be repeated, the Salve of Defenders saw the riches generated in Staffgorges, and so they founded a new fort, Skinnedfences, in the good hills to the north of the mountainhomes. Skinnedfences had a much more permitting climate than Staffgorges, with the temperature being warm all year round, and clean water in the form of a brook. However, the ground beneath Skinnedfences was much less profitable, being less rich in iron and being mostly composed of a light aquifer. Despite these hindrances, Skinnedfences managed to produce steel, and masterwork armour would be forged once more. The fort would attract a few migrants, most refugees from Staffgorges, but (conveniently soon after offending an elven caravan) A giant ashen web-spitting hedgehog, Kul Deepmines the Unholy Paddle Burial of Dungeons arrived. All in Skinnedfences were killed, except for Alath the axedwarf, a child, and Tobul Thothurvad, a legendary bowyer who accidentally became a necromancer in Staffgorges. Tobul and Alath managed to slay the beast, with Tobul earning the nickname "Deathspurn". Skinnedfences would continue to prosper after this, and many migrants would arrive, among them Rimtar Vukrigamost, who became mayor after the previous mayor of Skinnedfences was ousted as a vampire. Skinnedfences still stands to this day, now entering its sixth year, and high quality products such as sunshine, steel, and meat of rare beasts flow from Skinnedfences.
There's still a lot more that's happened in Ashithadar, but I just wanted to post the basic story about what's been happening with my civ so far.
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Topic: Tales from Ashithadar: Sun berries and greed (Spoilers) (Read 1993 times)