The events of the 10th of Timber, 1066Everyone else was really busy. The miners were working 18 hour days now, one final push to get the bottom of the quarry finished so Roaroak could begin his work. The masons were busy too, pulled in three directions by screaming leaders. Even Dojango was busy in the kitchen thanks to Sulari's extended training regiment, and he'd recruited his old friend Akroma to come in and help work the kitchens; though he was better at making a mess and playing with the animal parts than actually making anything edible.
That left Erendor and Mookie as the welcome committee for the Dwarves that trundled up the southern road, and Likot and Sergeant Pepper. The latter pair refused to leave despite the polite requests from Erendor, and had taken to loitering by one of the gate houses, talking and laughing, much to the stoneworkers discomfort.
As the first dwarf climbed the incline, the smile fell from Erendor's face. She had a huge gash across her forehead, and her face was a crimson mask, her armor splattered with blood. A huge hammer was slung across her back, and she looked travel-weary, extremely tired. The pair of soldiers, swordsdwarf and axedwarf respectively, looked just as bad, and the laborers that followed behind them looked less wounded but just as tired.
"What happened to you?" Erendor asked, aghast.
"Goblin attack," came the reply. "They hit us just before we hit the safety of the mountain pass."
"Wait," Mookie said, her little nose crinkling up. "You were with the traders, that just left?"
"Aye, like a hammer hits an anvil; got smashed by a waiting group of those damned half-breeds and their wizard leader. Set the wagons ablaze, started slaughtering the animals so we couldn't get away. I grabbed a weapon and started bashing, and eventually we hit the wastes running."
"Are there more?" Erendor asked.
"No. I don't know. Maybe, I don't care. I could really use some water. And food. And water."
"Oh, oh, right, of course, here, ahh, follow me."
"What's with the corpses? Decoration?" Asked the swordsdwarf, smirking.
"
What's with your face?" Sergeant Pepper rumbled, the knuckles of his leather gloves creaking ominously.
"Nothing."
"
Wait just a minute then, I can fix that."
"Now now, come on boys," Mookie said cheerfully. "Come on, I'll fetch you all a big tankard of ale. My normal area of work is closed for renovations, but that doesn't mean you can't get a sweet talk-job and a gourmet meal."
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OOC Stuff: I had a really funny OOC post made up here, and a great one above, and then my computer locked up yet again. I almost put a hammer through it, but then I didn't, but that doesn't mean I won't after I have a couple more glasses of bourbon.
Turns out there was a lot more requests than I thought. Six of those nine have been met, mostly. In order to get both the most characters in, and the longest-waiting, I had to cut a few corners. Those corners were gender. I tried to match you up with a Dwarf that met your gender (if one was required), but if that was the only thing missing, well, I went ahead and brought them in anyway.
Flintus, Jotwebe, Pwnzerfaust, I apologize, but hopefully you'll be getting in relatively soon.
For the rest of you? Welcome... to Migrursut!
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