This is my Bookmist fortress that I had to restart due to a bug. Added a chapter.
This will be a story fort. Meaning, I will be playing primarily to write an interesting story. I will be including some community members, and if you want to join let me know. Let me know what kind of personality you would like your character to be. I will choose profession and skills as it will best fit into the story.
Also, though I WILL NOT be playing with the human mod, I will be pretending that my dwarf's are human. So play along.
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Finnigan sighed. Why me, she wondered?
“Because you’re the child of the king and, as such, are a threat to your older brother in the line of ascension.”
“Ballytol, you freak. Do you read minds now?”
Ballytol looked entirely too chipper given the situation. “Well, it doesn’t take a genius to guess why you’re looking down. I mean, your father did send you off on a suicidal quest to obtain the long forgotten lost Clasp of Legends.”
“What? When you announce something that’s so completely obvious like that out loud it’s like we are in a story or something.”
Finnigan sighs. “Oh well.” She pounds her fist down onto her open hand. “I have other plans.”
“Oh?” said Ballytol, and in that annoying way she always does when she raises her eyebrow.
“Yes! We are going to make a cabin in the woods! Hey, why did everybody stop?”
Shock. The look of pure shock on the faces of her body guards.
Finnigan couldn’t help but laugh, “What, you all thought we were actually going to go off in search of the long lost bla bla bla and get ourselves killed? Hah. As if.” And with renewed determination. “No my friends, we set off into the wilderness to create for ourselves a nice little villa to live our lives at!”
Stunned looks slowly turned into quiet laughter.
“That’s just like you Finnigan, just like you,” said Ballytol with a chuckle.
“But Sir, is it wise to go against your fathers wishs?” said someone from the back.
Ballytol shouted out “Frank! That you?”
“Yes sir!”
“Come on up here, we need to talk.”
Frank’s heavy footsteps could be heard running up the column. He looked a little nervous.
“Come here son,” Ballytol put his arm around Frank’s shoulder. “You joined Mistress Finnigan’s personal guard a few months ago right?”
“Yes sir, I was a bit nervous because the rest of you have been with her for so long.”
“Yeah. Well, no worries kiddo. As regards to our new plans; see, we know that the king is just looking out for his own well being. After all, the last thing this kingdom needs is a civil war once the king passes, and everyone thinks Finnigan poses that threat. I suppose you probably would take advantage of the situation wouldn’t you Mistress?”
That coy sucker. Well, thought Finnigan, I guess my personal guard should know me that well. She put on her best confused and pouty face “Who, little ol’ me?”
The men roared with laughter, “Now son,” Ballytol chipped in. “We are just doing the same. Looking out for our own well being.” Ballytol looked down at the boy with a bit of a sad smile on his face. “Now the King didn’t say anything, but we know he has had his eye on you for a while.” Smiling, “You might not think us the sharpest tools in the shed, but we know you’ve been a favorite of his for quite a while now. So it saddens me that you got stuck with us on this journey into the middle of nowhere. Truly, I want to tell you how sorry I am. You would have had a bright future back in the kingdom. Maybe even have been a tournament champion! Ha!”
“Well, I don’t know about that sir,” Frank was blushing. How cute. “But the king sir? That can’t be true sir. I’m sure if the King looks at me all it’s because of how well I can protect his daughter. I’m a good soldier sir.”
Frank had such nice eyes, thought Finnigan. “You are a good soldier kid. Too bad you got stuck with me.”
“Right she is Fanky, right she is”
“Oh no mistress, really, I’m honored to be posted with you…” Frank’s voice croaked and his face contorted in pain as Ballytol violently shoved his knife into his gut and drew upward.
Frank stumbled to a stop and, wide eyed, looked up at Ballytol. “Why sir? Why?” He sank to his knees.
“Well son,” Said Ballytol, smiling. “You were right about being a good soldier son. Really good. I hate to have to do this. But see, your such a good soldier, you might just go and report Miss Finnigan’s change in plans. We can’t have that.”
“But sir… I,”
“Oh I know son, you might not be a spy. And that’s why this pains me so. But you’re just so new, and we can’t take that chance.”
Frank fumbled useless at his intestines, trying hopelessly to push them back into his stomach. “Why… why… no, it will be all right. Right Mistress?” He looked up at Finnigan with pleading eyes. “My mother, she’s waiting for me to get back. Mother, help me.”
Finnigan looked back with cold, dead eyes. She sighed. “Oh, As Berok, kill him already.”
Ballytol draw out his sword and raised it above his head, point down. “Sorry kid, you didn’t deserve a turn like this” and shoved it down through the back of Frank’s neck into his body. Standing up, Ballytol wiped tears from his eye. Looking over to the other guards he shouted “Snuggles, check his body.”
“It had to be done, but I know it was hard Ballytol. You had an eye out for the kid. He had promise, but it had to be done.” Finnigan gripped her Captain’s shoulder. Turning around she surveyed the scene. “You all know the plan. Grab all the food and seeds you can carry and burn the rest in the wagons.” Two of the guards were shooting arrows randomly into the foliage, some deliberately into nearby trees. “It looks like the second heir to the throne, on her noble quest to find the Clasp of Legends, has just been ambushed. Killed and eaten by Trolls I suspect.” Snugglybear drew a tarp off one of the wagons and, with the help of one of the men, dragged a giant, half burned troll body down onto the ground. Several of the men started to douse the area with alcohol.
Ballytol ripped off his personal insignia leaned down to attach it to Frank’s body. “Keep it well kid. Keep it well.” Standing up, he took the offered torch from Finnigan. “Everyone back” he said, and then lit the body, wagons, and surrounding grass on fire.
“It’s done mistress.”
“Well then, we had best be on our way.”
As the column moved off through the woods, to its tracks, Finnigan III looked back. “Too bad you got stuck with me kid. Too bad.” Without anymore hesitation, the second heir to the throne of her great kingdom, turned and disappeared into the forest.
Travelers found Franks body and the burned out wagons the next day. The King announced a month of morning in the kingdom, and buried an effigy of his beloved daughter, bejeweled in the kingdoms finest, for all the people to see. Frank’s mother was informed of his death by the chamberlain himself. Stricken with grief over the loss of her beloved son, she soon threw herself off the cliffs of the fortress.
An auspicious beginning indeed.
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