((cue music“Journey of the Sorcerer”))**
the following from the mind of Doglus Adams**
It said: "The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases.
"For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?"For the populace on the world bellow, virtually everyone was in the "How do we eat" phase. Civilization as it stood, was a brash new, impetuous idea. Every new idea, was an Idea worth fighting over, and on a world filled with several sapient life-forms, there was a great deal of fighting.
So it was no surprise the first thing that happened upon new arrivals to the settlement know as "Tall-Labor" was the formation of a a fearsome and mighty military, that in years to come, would be known far and wide as "Bloody Deadly Arse Kickers of Doom™"
However it should be noted, before such deeds of Valor could take place, the new immigrants are fraught with a Dire Pearl on approaching Wings."For the love of Armok run ye bloody fools RUN!"
Karza shouted from atop the Valleys Wall as off in the distance the group of Dwarfs, carrying what worldly belongings they had, dashed from a mighty Swoop of the Eagle.
Out in the fields, the new migrants huddled together under a tree, there were almost fourteen of them, some with childer and young Dwarfs. Shrieks and Cries went up from them, most of them that is.
Six older Dwarfs stood in the middle, one of them looking distinctly UN-Dwarfish, 'he' sprouted a pair of Steel tiped high heel Iron boots, Odd Feline like Iron horns on 'his' helmet and a cougars tail He had taken as a Trophy from a fearsome kill.
"Stand low Dwarfs!" he shouted. "This is what we have waited for, the chance to prove ourselves at last!,
Korvan, Joviwam, get ready on it's next pass! We shall not let this vile creature smite our good citizens!" The Dwarf spoke as around it a group of ragged Dwarfs rose crude wepons.
"Here it comes Darkev! Here it comes!" A larger Dwarf
Starglider Spoke as the Giant shrieking Eagle dove down upon them.
"Sednet Dwarfs! Lets go!" A cheer rang up form those in the middle as a battlecry, of sorts, rang out.
"They can take our Gold but nev'r take our Socks!"
"Tharr can be only Seven!"
"Glory to the Uber Toad!"
"Yar Lets go have some 'fun'!"The Eagle Swooped and the Dwarfs Leap, Claws raked armor, weapons racked feathers. The Great Eagle furled its wings and, though wounded, clibed back up into the air. The other Dwarfs huddled together fearfully as the great beast came down.
"OK this is it Maties! Time ta give it a good Kickken!" A dwarf wielding an Ax said as the Creature came back down. The lead Dwarf surged forward, its Sword hitting deep into the side. A mace came down soon after in an Explosion of Gore!
The Eagle stricken and suddenly put upon by Many Angry Dwarfs, tried to strike back.
The leader of armed Dwarfs, seeing the great Beast subdued, leaned in..
"Ach ye Big Birdie, ye gonna get SUCH a kickken!" it said and brought its Sword down hard.
The Journal of Mr.Bean the Grim
It has been several weeks since the unfortunate attack upon TallLabor
My wounds still keep me in bed though I have not let this impede my overseeing of the Dwarfs in the Valley. Despite fears of the The Great Eagle
work progresses on increasing our humble fortifications. The new Migrants could not have come at a better time and have been put to work along the wall. They hail from our home Fortress of "Sednet"and there are some welcome faces among them.
"bilateralrop"
Engraver"Feil"
Tanner"Starglider"
SwordDwarf"Vendetta"
Wrestler"Korvan"
MaceDwarf"Exonerate"
Wrestler"CivilWarMan"
"Joviwam"
AxDwarf"BorninShadow"
Wrestler"Vortex"
Cook"darthkom"
Wrestler"open_sketchbook"
Wrestler"Darkevilme"
SwordDwarf"GuppyShark"
Wrestler
Since the attack by the wretched goblins, I have taken it upon myself to put together a more organized and constant Fighting force. I hope this will eventually form the start of a Fortress Guard. To my delight the new migrants have taken well to this, apparently many of them where form the volunteer Guard at Sednet They seem led by one of the few 'Female' Dwarfs I know of, Darkevilme who I met back at Sednet before leaving.
If ever there was a capable fighter as well as Leader, it would be "her"
It would seem however their arrival is not mear Fate.They arrive with a Proclamation from the Low King Himself "Low King? Souldn't it be, well the 'high' king and all that?" Arthur said to Lintilla as they watched what amounted to a Dwarfish council of War.
DarkEvilMe and
Korva speaking for
Mr.Bean were deep in heated conversation as Lintilla shock her head.
"No no Arthur, Dwarfs aren't like that, their whole culture centers around being deep down and in the Earth, er, planet. Being called 'low' by a Dwarf is a compliment." Arthur nodded, not in any form of understanding, but just because he felt it was needed.
Down on the field, the leader of the new Dwarfs, "
DarkEvilMe held up a very offical looking scroll.
"As I said
Korva it comes from the Low King himself! News has spread about your gord fortunes here, but als to the ears of our enemies!" The odd Dwarf said to a chors of gasps.
Korva snatched the scrolled sealed with wax.
"Aye we know that, we fought of a group of the wee green monsters not too long ago."
"Ye talking about Goblins? Aye well, I am sure thar will be plenty more of them coming soon, but its not them the King sent us." there was a pause.. "Orcs, thar be Orcs on the move!" This brought another round of gasps and a few mutterings of the other Dwarfs.
"The Low King has tasked wih the over seeing of turning this outpost into a ful fledged Fortress. Ye have done well with walling up the Valley, but we are going to need proper Walls around the whole land ta keep put what may be on the way."
Korva nodded solemnly as well as the other around him, there was much to be done and no one knew how long they had.
Back up on a hill over looking the meeting, Ford, carrying two large mugs of Beer sat down beside Lintilla and Arthur.
"Well I don't know about you two but it seems to me the longer we stay here the more trouble seems to head our way." He said as he took a stiff Drink. Arthur looked at him and sighed.
"Its not like we can run off, the ship is still so radioactive it glows at night, and even if it wasn't we wouldn't know where to start fixing it." Ford gave an odd little grin.
"You know, I always say, never let a pass up a disadvantage, it could always help you more then you think..."
"You never said that" Arthur snapped.
"No? Well I probably should," Ford spoke, as his mind, plotted...
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Next Episode! Construction of a Castle! The great ship speaks, Arms are bared! And, Madness strikes!
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Topic: The HitchHikers Guild to the Dwarfish Galaxy, (Open to Succession) (Read 22187 times)