Chapter #15 - An Empire to Last 1,000 Years
Spring 259, fifty years since Urist was crowned Queen.
Yes five decades of rule and 16 million dwarven credit units of wealth, huge stockpiles of the finest alcohols in the world, plenty of gourmet food, opulent engravings, bejeweled statues, stone murals, monumental constructions, several world-renowned dining halls, splendid bedrooms, underground spaces so big and massive that even sky loving humans were awed, and spiraling maze-like catacombs and mining tunnels, spiraling down to the underworld.
It was truly a home fit for dwarves, and if anyone disagreed, there were many dozens of ways they could be disemboweled. Uncooperative dwarves just didnt exist at Blockedlance. And so, in a great ceremony meant to re-envigorate the dwarven people and motivate them should Ragnarok come, Urist Salvedangers the Foggy Barbs crowned herself Empress.
Megalomania was rampant among dwarves, but not since the days of Sankis the Beardless had a dwarf claimed an Imperial title. As High Priest Kulaka placed the adamantine crown upon Urist's head, the peasants cheered with nationalistic fervor, as a man would cheer his local baseball team.
"I have beaten back the elven hordes, slaughtered several generations of goblins, faced demons and spirits of fire...and now I proclaim my majesty over all dwarven nations! All Dwarven Kings and Queens shall now bow to me. I have sent riders north to the dwarven capitals to inform them of this glorious news. My people, hear me now!" shouted the Empress Urist. "We are the new dwarven elite! We are the new nobility! We are the master race! I shall build our people an Empire to last a thousand years!!!"
A raucous roar erupted from the crowds below her. She smiled cruelly at the foolish sheep. They were putty in her hands.