Through the secret tunnels of his capital the
Dwarf King, along with his faithful band trod
through. Mud covering them they kept going,
only out of yearning to see their home. The
king stopped and motioned for quiet. After a
moment he waved them to lie on the ground
and to stay.
Like a dirty kobold the king sneaked through
the dimness of the dirty cave to a small alcove
off the path, he looked out of it into the guard
room up ahead. People were in there... Dwarves.
8 of them in various armor, carrying various
weapons. 3 Spears, 3 Hammers and 2 Axes.
Supplies covered the ground and a bright fire
was raging in the room. The dwarves were
quiet and grim, watching the four exits from
the room. The King slowly stood and and slowly
paced forward, arms out, palms out. Were they
Dwarves from his own realm or those loyal to the
elves?
Coming into the light the dwarves were startled
and spun around, weapons up. As they saw the
crest carved and placed upon the kings helm in
gemstone they dropped to the ground and bowed.
One of the Hammerman stood up and approached
the king.
“My liege, we thought you were dead!”
It was the Captain of the Guard.... Why was he
here? In this remote place?
“As you see, I am alive and well. Tell me, what
news awaits me?”
The captains eyes darkened and and he looked
to the ground.
“The... The elves didn't stop, they kept coming.
They destroyed everything, we took what we
wearing and fled.”
“Fled? We do not flee to dirty elves, who told
you to flee?”
“You know who. He was at the gate as we fled,
we didn't see him fall.”
The Dwarf King was downcast at the news. He
slowly paced and sat at the fire, warming his
hands as he did at the beginning of the journey.
“But Sire, what shall we do? We cannot stay here,
sooner or later they'll find us.”
“We do the only thing we can, we move out and
survive. We will never forget what
they did.
Soon the people from the village to the north arrive, the dwarves are able to find plants that grow underground,
as well as towercaps. Great farms of these are being set up, perhaps double in size of the first village we built for each
crop, the current village is expanded to about 5 times the size. A shipyard is built and you now have access to being
able to build ships. You wait until high tide and set off with axemen to scout the south of the land. The coast off to the
south is but large beaches separated by rocky headlands, covered with endless plains of grass until it finally gives way
to desert. You are able to find a small forest and you are able to gather a full shipload of wood and take it back with you. A
small group of elves trickle to your village, escaping the tyranny of the oppressive government they stay with you, wishing to
make use of themselves.
What do you do?
You can build whatever ship you want with the shipyard, within suitable restrictions, just suggest what type of ship to build and I'll say if you can and how long it'll take.