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Re: Geshud Osod, the Fortress of Bones (Community/Story in Legendary Lands)
« Reply #660 on: January 25, 2010, 04:34:05 pm »

((I've got a video of the great collapse. It went a little faster than I expected so I didn't catch each floor falling with the previous one hitting it and snapping the support but still...

Any recommendations on where to post the cmv file to watch it? I've yet to actually post a video before.))
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« Reply #661 on: January 26, 2010, 12:34:41 am »

((The Map Archive has a section for uploading movies.))
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« Reply #662 on: January 27, 2010, 02:53:09 pm »

27th of Hematite Mid-summer

The normally busy mountainside was devoid of the living. A cardinal flew idly by the stone hillside, flying briefly into an open space in the search for seeds or crumbs, or perhaps some sticks to build it's nest out of. It simply did not understand the dwarven words shouted as it settled onto a large boulder of Felsite to examine the surrounding area for bugs. A small cave spider darted quickly into the open, headed for only it knew what and the bird pounced on it, spearing it once with it's beak before jumping away to observe it. The bird was cautious. It had every reason to be. The cave spiders' venom was deadly to an animal of it's size but the spiders made good food as well.

Suddenly a sharp 'CRACK' rent the warm summer air and the bird looked around in alarm. It saw nothing moving. The roof above it seemed solid, as did the floor beneath and it hopped down again to inspect the, now unmoving, spider. It pecked it again for good measure and then decided it was well and truly dead. More sounds filled the air as it bent down to retrieve the spider and the bird paused. This was unusual and the sound grew in intensity. Already the ground rumbled and the cardinal had only a second to realize the sky was falling before thousands of tons of rock descended upon it like an hurricane of stone.

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It was perhaps as many as 10 seconds before the sound subsided and nearly a full hour before the dust finally began to settle. Where before had been a heavily carved hillside was now open space. A massive cube cut out of the mountain, smoothed on the sides and revealing now, for the first time in it's center, the structure that the dwarves had been toiling on these many years. More shouting filled the air, the sound of dwarves calling out to each other.

"Holy... did you see that?"

"...force of it knocked me down."

"Did it break through?"

"Look! the totems on the shelves have been dislodged!"

Chaos ensued for a few brief moments before the miners gathered up on the walls to inspect the damage. Paulus, Ragnar, Sarah and erith surveyed the scene. Ragnar spoke with a soft chuckle.

"That'll give the masons some stone ta work with for another decade or so!"

Below them the quarry stretched around the structure like a cradle. Vast amounts of stone, shattered and in large pieces, lay strewn haphazardly around the quarry, created with the final culminating stroke of the shovel. The stroke that freed the upper level.

Sarah nodded, still somewhat awestruck by the sight of the mountainside collapsing. It had happened faster than she expected. It had happened faster than they all expected.

"Let's assess the damage. Looks like part of the ceiling of the Depot collapsed."

"Aye, I can see the hole. Roof was packed sand, must have shifted too much. Doesn't look like anything fell on it."

"Funny that. Well, let's get it patched up and cover it with sand again so it can't be seen." Paulus' voice rang out clearly. "Looks like the bridges were struck as well. See... both spans shattered and fell. We'll have to get those done first if we're to get back down to the valley."

"And the dust cloud looks like it dislodged almost all the totems from their places. I'll let Glacies know we'll need some stairs and spans built to access those again."

"Sarah, while you're at it, let Glacies know we'll probably want the upper quarry cleared of stone first so have the new masons workshops set up there. We'll get to the quarry proper in due time."

She nodded briefly and began making her way below.

"Ragnar, erith? Led wanted as many of the veins as are readily visible in our immediate vicinity removed. I suppose that's next on the docket for the miners. Pete informs me we still have plenty of space in the storerooms."

Erith nodded quietly but Ragnar continued surveying the area briefly, and so the other headed below.

"What'll ye be doin' then lad?"

"It's back to the Crack for me. I figure with another few weeks work there I'll have gotten close enough to the underground lake to find a place to breach it properly and begin work on installing a proper well. No more of this bucket work across half the mountain range."

Ragnar merely nodded. The crack didn't bother her as much as it used to and there was a newfound bouyancy in her step.

"How long you reckon it'll be before the temple is finished?"

"Fully? Oh, it'll be another five years or so by my estimate. If Glacies get's the walls done in three it'll take another two to finish the interior work. Perhaps longer."

Ragnar didn't comment until Paulus had walked away. Her voice came out as only a whisper, as if to herself.

"Then I've still got time."
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« Reply #663 on: January 28, 2010, 01:56:54 pm »

18th of Galena Late Summer

Fre cursed lightly under her breath as she worked the heavy piece of copper wire around in the lock. She'd practiced this before. By the abyss, she'd had little else to do. Fortunately Oddbodd had been obliging and had even explained the mechanics behind the locks they used on the doors. But the ones she had practiced on were different enough, and those differences were costing her time. It's not that she feared detection. Few enough came into the rooms near the Crack except to bring refuse or bones to the dump. And none of those would think to check around the corner on the locked door that simply lead to the lower road and the tombs. They were locked for a reason. For the same reason that she was breaking in.

She relaxed a bit and stretched her hands in silence. It still hadn't been long since she had enough strength in her limbs to use them properly again. And she'd been somewhat concerned about her loss of manual dexterity. But that was returning. Now if only she could work out that twinge in her neck from the Avar hammer that still caused her problems from time to time. She studied the lock, inserting the copper wire again and probing the dimensions and direction of the lock. Removing it again she bent it ever so slightly and inserted it once more before twisting it in the mechanism again. A barely audible 'click' sounded and she grinned in spite of herself.

She let herself in through the door, and took the time to lock it behind her again. A simpler procedure now that she'd gotten the approximate shape already down. The air was, as always, cool in the Accursed Crack, and as she descended the stairs to the low road and bridge that lead across the chasm. From there it was a simple matter of ascending the stairs again to the hall. The doors were closed but open here and she could here the sounds of a barrel being moved from inside. She opened the door softly and left it open, padding across the room to the table and the open archway into the storerooms. She smiled slightly as she saw Paulus again, sitting on a barrel with another open next to him. The sweet smell of rum filled the air as he drank deeply from his flask and she stood now in the doorway taking in the sight and sounds. As he drained his mug he swished the liqueur around in his mouth, savoring the flavor.

"Where can a lass get a drink around here?"

The mug continued to drain but Fre couldn't help but notice that Paulus' other hand twitched ever so slightly closer to his spade, propped up next to him. He finished his drink and shook his head in surprise.

"Fre, as I live and breathe. Good to see you up and about again."

"Meh, I got tired of being sober. You got another mug around here?"

He fished up another mug from among the barrels and wiped it out before passing it to her.

"What are ye doing here? I thought I had the doors locked."

"And you did. But I heard you were here keeping all the fun to yourself while the rest of the fort had to work. That just won't do. You're going to have to share."

Paulus looked at her and then at her arms, recalling, undoubtedly in his mind, the injuries sustained not long before.

"If you're up for it. I suppose I can find something for you to swing that piece at."

Fre grinned, patting the warhammer at her side. "Good, good. I could use a good workout. Now, let me see what we got over here... oooh, that's where the barrel of Longland beer went to.

So, where are ye working in the crack now?"

Paulus was half-filling his mug again. "Oh... about a league or two south of here. Almost at the lake. I've spotted a group or two of gremlins, and another of trogs."

"Gremlins? Those wee things?" Fre laughed "I won't even need to use my hammer for those."

Paulus shrugged. "Probably not. You could crush them bare-handed. But they're usually in groups of twenty or so, and the dead tend feel no fear or pain. They're not bad, but keep your helmet on or they may go for your eyes and throat. Annoying little bastards."

Fre chuckled again.

"But not as bad as the cave swallowmen?"

"Oh don't even get me started on those limp-wristed, spineless, elf-kissin' bags of refuse. Gremlins got nothing on them for sheer maliciousness. They've nearly drug me into the abyss a half dozen times at least. You've got to trick them into coming on solid ground to even fight them or they'll try to drag you off."

"I'll keep that in mind. So, what're the living arrangements like here?"

Paulus grunted. "Only one table and one chair." He looked her over. "And only one bed."

Fre laughed lightly. "And I suppose you'll be the gentleman and sleep on the floor?"

"Hah, first come first served."

They talked and drank for a while before getting serious again and the pair headed off soon to the south, Paulus showing Fre the newly carved paths of the Accursed Crack.
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Re: Geshud Osod, the Fortress of Bones (Community/Story in Legendary Lands)
« Reply #664 on: January 28, 2010, 02:45:50 pm »

((Out of curiosity, is Fre the hammerdwarf in the census, or the elite marksdwarf?))
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« Reply #665 on: January 28, 2010, 03:36:56 pm »

((Due to skill levels she is the elite marksdwarf. I believe at the time Sarah (our one time Hunter of Bones) is the Hammerdwarf in the census. Though Fre's skill at the hammer is, I believe, Competent.

The census was taken while all the cultists were still enlisted for the Dying Day ritual.

And don't worry. You'll get some use of the crossbow again. I can't think of any other way to remove the undead infestation from my lake... short of draining the entire thing into the abyss.))
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« Reply #666 on: February 08, 2010, 05:59:41 pm »

Thafatha sat in meditation at the top of the peak near the main residence of the Heaven of Nourishment. The mountain-top provided a place of relative peace and solace, at least physically. If his people needed him they could simply reach out to him with their minds. Inwardly he marveled again at the adaptability of the human race, but though thoughts of such things always let him back to before the establishment of their settlement of Orderheavens or even the construction of his bastion, The Fortress of Communion. The war that had waged had lasted centuries, with the races of Light and Order on one side and the races of Darkness and Chaos on the other. He had been there when the Bastion of the Poisoned Soul had been assaulted and the demon and undead hordes had been driven deep within their fort. It had been he, and his allies, humans, elves and dwarves combined had fought against the undead hordes and demons that poured from the rifts deep in the fortress, that had driven them back inside the fortress and cast the spell to seal them within while the goodly gods struck a blow of their own. He had not counted on the spell being twisted and found himself trapped in limbo for nearly a millenia. Trapped, along with a few of the survivors of that assault, among them, the human Avaya. A smile graced his face as he thought of his love, she who had born him so many children. And of those children who had survived and grown. Those children who now revered him as a Power, and through whose devotion he had grown strong again. Those children he had led here after the shattering of their prison and founded this place with.

"My lord?"

The voice rang out in his head, feebly, as if from great distance. He sent his own thoughts out, chasing after it, strengthening the mental ties of his descendant.

"Fiya, I am glad you are well. What can you tell me?"

"The news is not good I'm afraid." Images flowed along with the thoughts, images of a broken mountainside, infested with undead. And of something far larger and more terrible being constructed on a hillside to the south.

"Is that where they are?"

"Yes, my lord. I sent out a patrol to evaluate and they were found out. I fear the young guard panicked and they were attacked and hunted until driven away, but that is what they saw before they perished. And only a single dwarf opposed them. Unarmored but wielding a spade of the earthskin metal she slew nearly a dozen of the patrol, along with their mounts."

"It seems then that the dwaves have lost none of the prowess they held in ages gone by when it comes to their metalwork, nor their fighting prowess. But to have them so clearly building again the Bastion of the Poisoned Soul troubles me. Remain in the area. I shall send you re-inforcements. Gain what knowledge you may while there. For we shall need it when we go to war."

"Shall it truly come to that? Shall we have to re-assail the Bastion again in this age?"

"I had hoped not, but now it seems that it must be. The war never truly ended, and now it seems that it shall begin anew, and in earnest. I shall convene a war council and seek out my brethren, though it may cost me much. We cannot allow it to be rebuilt. That which has been destroyed should not be rebuilt."

"I shall await your commands, my Lord."

"Thank you for your devotion Fiya Heavenstamed. I shall do what I can to watch over you."

The winds swirled around the avatar as he sat in thought. The sun set, bringing with it a primal chill, but he was beyond such concerns as he struggled within to compose his words and the course of action, both for himself and for all his people. There were others that would hearken to his calls, and his warnings. And if they did not heed him now, they would heed him soon enough. For such a place could simply not be concealed for long. Such a bastion of chaos would taint the very land around it, were that still possible, for he knew the mountains themselves had been corrupted long ago. In all those ages of his imprisonment only death had stalked those hills.

Death and hell.
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« Reply #667 on: February 09, 2010, 05:09:17 pm »

22nd of Limestone Journal of Led, High Priest

For the first time in three years (or has it been four now?) the merchants arrived with their wagons to trade with us. I was admittedly somewhat surprised since they brought five full wagons as well as a number of beasts of burden. As we are running low on supplies of drink  they were a welcome sight, despite the concern we had about noble machinations. We were not surprised on either count.

They did bring plenty of drink, as well as bars of metal and some gemstones, in addition to a surprising amount of steel armor. Shellhelms apparently is doing well in the steel industry. We traded them the *surplus* avar and elf clothing and armor that we had obtained the last few years. They seemed particularly interested in the avar material, as many of the styles and designs of the armor seemed unusual. Lor had a hefty supply of the common stone trading trinkets. I say common, but they are truly exceptional quality, though unadorned and simple stone.

Unfortunately our actual trade was the only good news they had. Further stories of the sacking of Onol Lened reached my ears from them, though they seemed to not regard it as a significant loss. The diamond mines continue to put out surprising amounts of valuable stones. And the veins of silver, copper and iron are still being found. What I regret is that each active settlement is being called upon to help pay off our national debt. King Tosid, perhaps wisely, wants to pay it off as quickly as possible, since, from what I've heard, the humans are now charging exhorbitant interest.

The head merchant presented me with a letter stating that as of next year a settlement of our size would be expected to contribute no less than fifty silver bars worth a year of our most abundant valuable metal directly to the kingdom coffers. The merchants spotted us bringing in both iron and copper from the mountainsides and have listed those two as our primary metal exports. I suppose we should consider it fortunate that they have not been allowed into our forgehalls to see the stockpiles of gold bars as well. We are careful though to only allow them access to the Tradehall itself and the paths to Fre's beerhall, the Bold Anvil.

I have sent apologies to the Merchants office and the King for disallowing trading here for the last few years and have  gifted the king a pair of fine avar and unicorn skull totems for each year missed. On the topic of gifts I received a letter from an old nobleman acquaintance of mine. Back when I had been a younger hunter I had been contracted to escort him through the wilds in search of wild Pegasi for his studies. He had been training to be a Dungeon master at the time. I've thanked him for his letter and sent him a pair of Unicorn skull totems. He should find them interesting at the very least and the merchants seemed to indicate that the unicorn totems in particular were quite valuable. Each masterful Unicorn skull totem I produced had been listed in their ledgers as being worth 1200 ingots. They themselves were unsure why, just that fantastical creatures body parts tended to make them commensurately more valuable. I wonder what they'd say to the delicious unicorn roasts that Der Kartoffel has been making for us all? They certainly taste good and I've been feeling as fit as a stone fiddle for some time now.
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« Reply #668 on: February 11, 2010, 12:01:59 am »

((These updates are like crack)).
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« Reply #669 on: March 11, 2010, 06:26:46 pm »

((I'm still working on this but between travel, illness, moving and starting to write a dissertation I've been pretty busy. I do get a chance to play from time to time though and plan on continuing.))

The small piece of heavy wire was already growing warm in her hand when Fre heard the satisfying click and the tumbler inside the lock moved. She grinned again, knowing that though she'd picked this lock before she still managed to cut her time in half. Or nearly so.

As she descended the staircase the air again grew cold. It seemed perpetually cold in the Accursed Crack, despite the summer warmth beginning to permeate the rest of the fortress. The forges had been running again as well and that always warmed things up too. But none of that warmth touched here. The air grew stale and fouler as she descended, and that too, she knew, was unlikely to change unless they installed some air pumps or vent shafts down to here. A very unlikely prospect given the state of things and general lack of available dwarf-power.

The lower road wound it's way along the Crack, going up and down at seeming random and breaking open on one side from time to time to provide a view of the crack from natural grottoes in the rock faces. The stone formations in these remained, by and large, untouched and had it not been for the smell it would have easily been a beautiful place. Of course, the bones and skulls of the undead still littered the floor, lending it an otherwise natural gruesomeness that said other beauty came at a cost and casual attention to your surroundings may just leave you as another pile on the floor. Or worse. Her thoughts turned from her original intentions here, to the undead. No one had considered studying them, figuring out why they rose here in these mountains.

Was it some sort of affliction? No, these creatures were not living. No disease she knew of could do such things. That left the natural realm of possibility to one side. Some dark magic? There was a line of reasoning that could be dangerous. Magic was ill understood in these times, though evidence of it was abundant enough. In ages past it had flourished more and perhaps some of that residual energy trapped the souls in this place. Were the mountains themselves evil? Could such a thing be? Few of the dwarves willingly crossed the Crack and it seemed almost as if a sense of oppresiveness could be felt the deeper into the mountains one went.

Fre heard a noise ahead of her, a soft grunt, and her sense instantly went alert, steel warhammer snapping up and above her right shoulder, ready to strike. Her pace slowed and she listened again. There was sound of motion ahead of her and she began to quietly stalk the sound in the semi-darkness that her inherent dwarven vision granted her. The stone tunnels she walked were newly excavated, or looked like it at least. At last she broke through into a large chamber and turned cautiously towards the sound. Before her a mound of undead flesh appeared to be trying to claw or chew something on the ground underneath it. As she drew closer she started, realizing just now that the mound was a zombie troll. One that had a High steel spade passing cleanly through it's rib-cage and sticking out it's back in a splay of gore. The shaft of the spade was underneath it at an awkward angle, pinning it just off the ground.

A tired voice growled out of the darkness.

"Get this thing off me!"

Hearing Paulus' voice she sprang into instant action, rushing the creature and smashing it off her fallen friend with a single blow. The carcass hit the wall with a rubbery thump and in a heartbeat she was at it's side, crushing though rotten flesh and cartilage to smash the spine of the beast against the stone floor, splintering it's throat and nearly decapitating it. It stopped thrashing and she turned to see Paulus wearily getting to his feet.

"I'm glad you came, Fre. I was starting to get tired."

"You ok? What happened?"

"Bah, I'm fine, hardly a scratch on me. But I ran into that behemoth and my spade got stuck, couldn't get it out to save my life. Literally. Tried beating the thing to death with my hands but got stuck underneath it when it fell. I managed to pin it away from me with an arm  but couldn't reach the spade handle. If I let go of the thing it would have probably tried tearing my face off with it's teeth before I could use the spade as leverage. I couldn't move and it couldn't get to me. Don't know how long we've been like that. What day is it?"

"27th of Moonstone. How long have you been like that?"

"Close as I can reckon we've been fighting for nearly a week and a half. Pinned for most of that."

She shook her head. "You're lucky I came along. I had the impression I should come to check on you, I put Led and Ragnar on watch up at the ramp."

Even in the darkness she could make out his head tilting to one side and picture his eyebrow raising. His voice remained neutral though.

"Come see how far we are."

"You're through to the lake?"

He grinned as he brushed himself off, smelling his hand afterwards and quickly pulling his nose away. "Aye, and getting a room ready for a well. C'mon, I need to clean a bit of this off at least and I can show you. Had a bit of a problem digging the well itself. Came a little too close to the lake and the pressure widened a crack. Not a direct hole mind, but enough to fill the room. Pity too, was a nice aluminum cluster I wanted to remove first."

"It's a good thing the water's cold, or the place would be vile with the undead critters in it and all."

"I was hoping you might be able to take care of that sometime... Perhaps bring your crossbow. Only other thing I can think of would be to flush them all into the Crack. And that get's rid of our water too."

The pair continued to converse as they went. The well room was small, and squarish with only a hole in the floor where the well would eventually go. A small northern door led downwards into the well chamber, with a central stair heading down into the water that lay cold and dark beneath them. A small masonry shop had been set up in the corner. The entrance to the room came from below it but a tunnel had been cut out straight to the Crack. It was there the two stood, surveying the crack again.

"How many more undead in here you suppose?" Fre's voice was calm, almost conversational.

Paulus shrugged. "Hard to say. In the inhabitable regions? Still probably in the hundreds. I think I can spot one of those winged blighters there off to the south and down a ways."

Fre nodded and changed the tack. "Why cut a path from the room out to here? There were no natural caverns here, just the Crack itself."

Paulus grinned again and Fre knew almost instantly that he had something in mind. "You've got plans for it I take it?"

He nodded. "Aye, I've got plans. Boink's been helping me, though she's been none to happy of late working in this place. Gives here the creeps I think. But she's been working on glass blocks."

"Glass? What for?"

Paulus smiled enigmatically. "Well, you know how I keep calling the paths below the lower road? Doesn't make much sense in calling it that unless you have an upper road as well..."

Fre gawked at him for a second. "No... tell me you're not serious? You're planning on building a GLASS road at the top of the Accursed crack along one wall?"

"No."

She sighed a little. "Good."

"I plan on building a road as wide as the crack itself along it's entire length, entirely out of glass, with an iron framework. Then I plan on having the walls smoothed and our history carved on them. This 'Crack' will become both the repository of the knowledge of our people. I've done tests of it. The crack runs for leagues in both directions. It could be an underground road along our entire holding."

Fre threw up her hands. "Males. Megalomaniacs the lot of them. Well, you can't have all the glass. I've got plans of my own that Kolok is helping me with. I'm planning an expansion of the Bold Anvil."

He nodded. "That's fine. This is a long term goal anyways. I still need to clean the place."

"Why can't you do anything small?"

He shrugged. "Because I'm a dwarf."

As if that sentence explained it all.

A booming echoed through the crack then, punctuated beats reverberating through the stone. They turned as one. "The alarm!" It was a very, very long ways back. They might not get there in time for any fun.
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« Reply #670 on: March 11, 2010, 07:28:04 pm »

Can I request a dwarf. male,named ascubis sworddwarf plz and thx
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« Reply #671 on: March 14, 2010, 01:54:07 pm »

((Great update, Paulus.  Take as long as you need for the next one.  You said the one word which I feel excuses a person from basically the rest of their life: dissertation.  Good luck!))
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« Reply #672 on: March 16, 2010, 07:34:43 pm »

Led stood relaxed near the top of the ramp as he surveyed the surrounding country side. This was a beautiful land, that much was evident to him, and he had spent much of his life out of doors. His gaze flicked behind him again. A single Insectoid corpse lay on the smooth stone of the upper ramp, not thirty feet from the entrance to their home. The thief had made it that far before it had been detected. In the subsequent flurry of activity two more had been found, and one dwarf lightly injured, receiving a light cut on one arm where another insectoid thief had reacted instinctively. Fortunately for Mosus she'd gotten her arm in the way or she might have lost an eye.

There was little doubt that the thieves were getting bolder in their attempts. This year had been particularly bad. Below him on the ramp Kolok had a large pine log in tow and was laboriously dragging it up the ramp when he nearly stumbled upon yet another insectoid. In the time it took the lumberdwarf to drop the log the insectoid had already begun running and Led took off after it. Controlling his running descent down the ramp in full armor took all his attention for a second but as he neared the bottom he glanced southwards and could still make out the insectoid form crashing through the brush and soft soil of the swamps, heading towards the spring and creek to their south. He loped easily after it, beginning to gain ground on the quick-footed creature as the pair began speeding south in a deadly race. He skirted close to the hillside, gaining more solid footing and hoped to gain on it in that way as well when a blood-curdling cry from behind him rent the air and drew him up short.

An Ambush!

Cursing himself for his short-sightedness he realized only then that the thief must have been meant as a lure, and he'd taken the bait. Ragner was undoubtedly still below, finishing her drink and that left the fortress nearly wide open. Nearly. He made a direct line for the ramp, crashing through the underbrush as pained cries filled the air and then went abruptly silent, his breathing filling the strange silence. The ramp was approaching when he broke through the heavy shrub into the cleared area that would eventually become a large pool. A body lay in the deep grass, blood spraying the flora around it. Over it still stood an insectoid and Led charged it. He must have caught it by surprise, as the creature barely had time to register his presence before his spear caught it in a shoulder, knocking it over and to the ground. The spear was wrenched from his grasp as the creature fell but he was on it in a flash, grinding the spear in the wound as the insectoid below it flailed in the soft soil. He yanked it out violently and scythed it downwards, catching one of the creature's wings and then a leg and crippling them. The insectoid managed to bring one of it's arms around and caught him in the leg and he felt the sudden pain where the chitinous blade tore through his joint and into his knee. He would have fallen had he not embedded his spear in the creature's abdomen and his weight suddenly fell full force on it bringing the insectoid to a thrashing halt as pain flooded it.

It was then that a second cry of alarm went up and Led felt a sudden foreboding. The creature beneath his spear was rapidly dying now, but he spared a glance for his fallen comrade and was surprised to see Fikod's body, violently flayed on one side. He had expected it to be Kolok and the loss of one of his own struck him almost like a physical blow. Looking up his spirits fell further as he saw another group of insectoids heading up the ramp. Three split off upon seeing him and began advancing and he yanked the spear out of the fallen foe to face the deadly trio. He was limping badly and a sudden grimness took him as he faced his doom.

He did not fear death. He did not fear facing his godess in person. But he was not ready to go to the next world so easily. He was a dwarf and he was protected by steel and had a good weapon in his hand. He was equal to almost any foe and he faced the insectoids with singleminded determination to protect his friends and the faithful of Mondul. His life was in her hands and if she took it to herself he would not begrudge her his soul.

And then he grinned at the three.

But he'd much rather grant Mondul their spirits instead.

The lead insectoid he took mid-charges with his spear, solidly in the upper chest, throwing himself forward and bringing the creature to an abrupt halt. He lost his balance briefly but retained hold of the spear and that, perhaps, was his salvation. The insectoid fell backwards, dragging him forward and steadying him. He danced around the creature on the ground, doing his best to avoid the other two even as he ground the spear into the wound, thrashing the internals of the creature before him. The scrape and squeal of chitin on steel reminded him that he could do a better job but a shout from above caused his focus to flicker to the ramp briefly before he continued his deadly dance.

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Ragnar had heard the alarm and had calmly finished her mug of sewer brew before shouldering her spade and heading back up the stairs. The panicked shouts from the First Hall made her pick up her pace rapidly and her primary feeling at the time was a building annoyance at having her drinking so rudely disturbed. Coming out of the stairwell she realized it was far worse than that. Four or five creatures were busy vivisecting a dwarf along the side of the bridge what few others she saw were panicked and heading towards the armory. There was no time to wait. She spared a fraction of a second to wonder where Led had gone to before charging out of the fortress into the wan sunlight of early winter. Her annoyance gave way quickly to rage as she charged and recognized poor Pete, likely heading out to the hillside to retrieve some iron ore to smelt. By the looks of it the lass never stood a chance and the fire of anger suddenly flared within her. It burned with a cold heat though and her charge led her straight into the ranks of the enemy. She crashed into the one closest her with such force that her blow split the creature from mandibled head down to it's abdomen, practically shattering the creature. The others reared up in anger or annoyance, she hardly cared which and her spinning scythe of a spade removed an arm here, a leg there. Two more fell before her as three more came up the ramp and began surrounding her. She spun and dodged her opponents but keeping her single eye out for all their attacks seemed impossible and she took several grazing hits. She felled another, cleanly removing it's head and sending it bouncing down off the ramp as the insectoids seemed to sense her weakness. One charged her in a faint while the others rushed her blind side and impossibly quickly she suddenly realized that she was falling. Her foes were growing distant above her and the wind was rushing strangely past her helmet and through her armor.

It occured to her then how strange it felt to have wind rushing through her armor when she wore nothing underneath.

And then she hit the ground.

It was, perhaps, a blessing for the fortress that Thesaurusaurus was on hand as well. The four remaining insectoids watched briefly as their feared foe fell to the earth below but his shout brought their attention around to the task at hand. The defenders appeared dispatched and an unarmed and unarmored dwarf stood before them, as if in surprise. As they ran after him he too took off and they could only barely match him for speed, but there was only one way to go.

In.

And so in they went, directly past the bridge and Pete's corpse and straight into the waiting cage traps set for exactly such occasions. Thesaurusaurus knew there were only nine traps, or rather three strings of three traps each, covering the entrance. And he managed to lure the creatures in perfectly, snaring all four of them without further incident.

Ragnar made perhaps the scariest sight as not ten minutes later she was seen staggering down the stairwell headed for her bed, muttering almost incoherently and clutching her mangled hand. Apparently even a fall of over eighty feet (8 z levels) was insufficient to do her serious lasting harm. Though it certainly did nothing to improve her disposition.



As the battle sounds quieted the others came to witness the scene and share in the death of friend and foe alike. Fikod's loss would be felt, most keenly among the followers and it left Boink as the remaining stonecarver of the fortress. Pete's loss was felt perhaps more poignently by the other members of the clan. She'd come through much with them and taught them much as well.



Led survived as well. Though injured he managed to dispatch all three insectoids without further injury, though Morul had to retrieve him. The brewer and most recent addition to their fortress had only gotten to speak to him twice before and she took advantage of the opportunity to introduce herself properly.



"'S no problem sir. I don't normally go out of my way ta do things like this, mind, but I suppose I can make an exception for you. Sir."

Led was quiet for a time. "I appreciate it. I'm afraid I'll be bedridden for a bit while this recovers. Can I have you do me some favors?"

"I suppose... like what?"

"Ask Glacies to come see me as soon as possible. I'll have to ask her to perform the final rites for Fikod. And for Pete if the others consent."

"When do you suppose the other followers will come from Onol Lened?"

The sudden change in topic startled him somewhat but there was nothing to conceal where nothing was known. "I'm not sure. The humans haven't come and we've been unable to send correspondence through them. I tried sending a message with the dwarven caravan, but who knows if it will arrive."

"Ah, true. Was just wondering."

"It's alright... easy on the leg there. What was your name again? Mosus, Morul... something like that?"

"Morul, sir. At least my birth name. My parents just called me Ascubis though."

He nodded, weary now from the efforts. "Mmm... you must have had interesting parents."

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Re: Geshud Osod, the Fortress of Bones (Community/Story in Legendary Lands)
« Reply #673 on: March 22, 2010, 01:21:10 pm »

I'm stepping in after reading your incredibly, incredibly detailed and well written begining of the fahlstrom clan...and I wish to add Swordsdwarf to your little (massive) fortress. His name will be Masenik, a dwarf cut off from his clan for the crime he commited when pushed to his limits. 

He now searches for a new home, offering himself up to those who need either a swift sword, or rocks mined.  One day he hopes that his hard work and pennance will have him accepted by his dwarfy brethren once more. 

(Yea, it's a bit melodramatic.  ;)  I do have an idea for him to be branded as one who is clanless.  That fit with your overall scheme?  i didn't notice anything contrary, but it has taken me 9 days to get through your thread so i probably lost some of it.
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« Reply #674 on: March 23, 2010, 06:11:58 pm »

((Masam, your request for dwarfing has been approved. I'm below my population cap so I could get an immigrant wave any time now. I'll see that you're in it. You might even get a male dwarf.))

28th of Obsidian, dying of the year

It seemed to be the most appropriate time for the funeral as the dwarves of Geshud Osod gathered in the unfinished temple of Mondul. Two of their sisters had perished and lay on polished granite slabs much as they had looked in life. Pete's arm had been severed in the battle and after much searching in the moist grassland below the ramp it had been recovered and lay in it's normal position, tied in place with a piece of cave spider silk cloth, the white of the silk contrasting slightly against Pete's forge-tanned skin. Fikod's remains had been swathed somewhat as well, if only to keep her various parts together. The Insectoids had been uncommonly savage. Next to them lay the small cat body of Inod. The poor animal had been injured years before and never truly recovered. After nearly two years of limping around on her three injured legs she'd fallen in a cage trap and it had been decided to leave her in it, for her own safety. The three corpses lay silent and cold.

The dwarves around them gazed on in silence as well, and were little warmer as the harsh winter cold pervaded thoroughly.

Glacies stood, irresolute and spoke a few words, as devoid of warmth as the air that whipped by them, stealing their frosty breath. And then in unison staves were produced and the stone slabs were carried, eight dwarves per fallen (excluding the cat, who, lacking an owner was later unceremoniously dumped in the refuse stockpile). The procession led below, winding slowly and silently down the long staircase to the central hall and from there through the sturdy stone doors into the Accursed crack itself. The stone span going across the top of the chasm trembled as the dwarves marched in cadence with their heavy load and then to another stairwell, taking them down, deep into the earth.

The dwarves split near their destination, the followers of Mondul taking Fikod's body to his final rest, a small enclosure of an unusual stone deposit in the back of a copper vein. The eyes of the bearers lit up as they entered the vein. Few had been down here before, if ever and the floor gleamed, bright copper streaks showing through. The walls had been intricately carved with scenes from the fortress, work that Fikod herself might have done had she been able to. Boink had done the vein justice though. Two adorned statues graced the entrance to Fikod's resting place and an intricate mica coffin lay waiting to receive her.



Pete's tomb was smaller than the vein, but certainly not less ornate. Decorations of the fortress and life were present here in more abundance. Boink had known Pete enjoyed life, as Fikod had worshipped death and the engravings reflected it. Scenes from around the fortress dotted the walls, often elaborate and very detailed. The creation of no less than four of the fortresses artifacts was depicted in the panels. In addition to the twin statues by the entrance to the room another statue rested behind the coffin of Pete. It's gold surface was untarnished and dust free, as one would naturally expect. It was an almost life sized image of the dwarf, created by Oddbodd for Pete's tomb and Pete's leather forge apron was tied in place and her hammer rested in her hand, much as it had in life.

Paulus, Fre, Boink, Oddbodd, Kolok and Der Kartoffel carried the heavy stone slab into the room, along with erith and Morul, who left to pay their respects to Fikod after setting the slab carefully on the floor in front of Pete's coffin. Those who knew her best gently picked her up while the others removed the mica lid to her coffin. In her honor and for her dedication it had been decided that the coffin Kebulumar was a worthy resting place for one that had taught them so much about their new world. The mica receptacle was polished to utmost smoothness and glittered as if covered with gemstones in the lantern-light, sending of dancing motes of reflected light across the room and out into the Crack itself. The coffin was banded and studded with mica as well and it seemed as if each feature on the coffin itself was designed to reflect light in myriad directions, sending cascades of small sparkles in all directions whenever light played across any surface.

It was a tomb to be proud of, and those she had worked with laid her gently to rest and sealed her tomb.

Never again to look upon the ruddy face of their dilligent metalworker and smith.

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