This is my first attempt at a Community Story. I might forget about it, but I check the forums multiple times daily so I might not. I am going to disable all mods, except for one that adds a ton of creatures and plants and Sean Mirrsens Mart Mod+. I will update this when my world has genned and I have an idea for a story and a starting spot. WARNING: I am not necessarily a great Dwarf Fortress player, and I am fairly impatient. EDIT: Any suggestions for a DF story game?
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PROLOGUE
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Its hard to believe that one arrow can change so much so fast. Had it not been shot the oppressive old ways wouldn't have changed for generations, if at all. It must have been destiny for it to fly so accurately through the chilly gusts of The Haven. It changed so many lives, it changed so many plans. You may find it hard to believe, but the fate of a nation changed from the death of a barkeep. Though, surely, he wasn't any barkeep.
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Born in a small copper mining town, named Tetravale accordingly, in the southern edge of the empire, Menkith Fuller wasn't destined for the confines of that small village. He had quite a normal childhood, born into quite a normal family, living in quite a normal town. At the age of 15 he apprenticed in the mines, quickly becoming a favorite out of thirty apprentices. He didn't really enjoy mining, unlike the other dwarves, infact it was more of a burden than a hobby. But, as I said, this wasn't his destiny.
After 8 years of working in the mines his biggest accomplishment, at the age of 23, was being the regional champion of speed mining. Of course that is quite an honor, but Menkith didn't really care. The village praised him, and he became mayor at age 29, another seemingly important achievement. Menkith still looked up at the towering mountain of the Haven hoping to one day visit, incase I haven't yet mentioned.
This is how he lived his life for 10 years. Quite a normal life, atleast to Menkith. At this point he had also found a vein of native gold and had accumulated quite a large amount of gems. Being such an honest dwarf, all of it went to his village. He still hoped that this wasn't how he would spend his life.
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Thunder broke, soldiers marched, destruction loomed. The goblins had set fire to Tetravale, most of the residents had escaped. Menkith was working in the mines that day, being such a pleasant dwarf he didn't even mention the poor weather. Though, the alarm bells chimed through the mine. Menkith had planned for this moment, having a half mined escape route prepared. He lead the miners to it and ran to the outside, armed only with his pick.
He confronted a small group of goblins outside of a hovel, they charged. Menkith had no skill in combat, except for sparring with sticks as a child. He struck ferociously, but missed. He had lost hold of his pick and it went flying, the goblins chuckled, proceeding further forwards. Suddenly a large crash echoed through the alley, a crate had fallen letting loose toy marbles. Menkith hadn't intended for this to happen, though he was pleased. The goblins didn't trip, but were seduced by the shiny nature of the marbles.
Being such a forgiving dwarf, Menkith grabbed his pick and ran to the gates, after ensuring his villagers' safety of course. He meant with the villagers, and organized them in to five different groups. He sent each group of seven dwarves in different directions, himself heading towards the Haven. This was the awakening of destiny.
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