1st of Granite, Early Spring, 201:
This... will... be a challenge.
Undoubtedly.
Without a word, they packed me up in some wagon and sent me off. No good wishes. No partings. Nothing. They just stuffed me into this old, beat up wagon, cramped with old food, old drink, and old gnomes.
Six, too be precise, and each and every one of them looked either insane, criminally insane, or bored enough to go insane and sign up for what was increasingly looking like our death sentence. But it was to late to back down. Even as I tried to get out, they pushed the wagon on its way. Curse the nobility. Even I, genius as I am, won't be able to work our way out of this.
After a few days of travel, the wagon finally gave up and broke into bits, where upon the lot of us got out and looked out our surroundings. And let me tell you right here and now. My hopes dropped to near zero the moment I looked out.
The landscape was a monotony of white. No features anywhere, other than a few mountain goats that my "comrades" eyed suspiciously. That reminded me to appraise them, each, one by one.
Hm... I guess it could be worse. At least I know ADHD and Grimes already, from an old experimental venture. I still shudder when I think of all the good wine we wasted... regardless, whats done is done, and I must take a practical view on the present.
I have our skilled miners, Ed and Grimes, take the two hammers we were given and go out. To Ed, I also bequeath a tungsten hammer we chanced upon in the wagon. Heaven knows what could be lurking in the wilderness. ADHD, who has taken it upon himself to craft us wooden goods, I have ordered to set up a carpenters shop while the rest of us bring goods to our dig out, which I have set in an exposed cluster of blue geminites.
Perhaps we can survive after all. However, before I part, I must take note of one little irony. Our group was named by the Duchess: The Imperial Kindness. At the moment, I am obligated to disagree with this. Funny what the nobility can throw at you, yes?
((To Mznundifund: Sorry, but as I was going to name you, I realized that I was the last dwarf filling the seventh spot. Sorry about that. If you want, I'll give you an immigrant though. ))
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