Journal of Brat, 10th Month Day 24.Mother and father were asleep, along with the rest of the fortress. The winter solstice plummets the temperature down. Few venture out on their own, but from shadowy figures, distorted by snow and starlight cast down through the entryway. Where doors used to stood but only sawdust remains. I overheard voices in a hushed and quiet tone, carried by the wind and here and there.
"Why a fortress out here? In this blasted cold!" A female voice complained, clearly shivering and nervous outside.
"Preemptive war." A male voice said seriously.
Alarmed she squealed "With 10 of us? Who's going to wage war against this puny little outpost on a glacier?!"
"Shutup, be quiet!" He commanded, leaving a short pause to let the message sink in. "We are the first Dwarven Civilization ever to reach this continent. This is the beach head, with supplies coming around on the south pole during summer and arriving in fall we need to hold this fortress. We almost lost it all with some fool leaving the door open to some skeletal beast." He said bitterly.
"See, that's the sort of thing that bugs me! Why - here - where we have to defend against these sorts of things?"
"Quiet, I'm getting to that. As I said, on this continent we are the first. There are no other Dwarfs or Humans. But!" He paused dramatically there are two goblin civilizations north of here, and three Orc empires. They are called:" Parchment is heard ruffling in the wind.
"The Plague of Triangles and The Humorous lies, Goblin"
"The Nightmare of Hide, The Plaited Immorality of Spines and The Rancorous Seduction, Orc"
"No help at all then." muttered the lady, devoid of hope.
He snickered "Well. There is an Elf civilization, pushed to the very Northern tip of this content by constant warfare."
"How do you know all this?" She asked.
"It's an odd story" He began.
"Vucar Entrancegilt, a female dwarf with no combat experience decided to start wandering the wilds." She started at our mountain home across the ocean far to the North East. Somehow during her trips she ended up on this continent, right in the middle of the crossfire. She never took part, but her diary witnessed it and has finally been recovered."
"Her diary also warned, that despite constant warfare the Elfs have survived mostly due to a single elf. Eletha Dancepacks 'The Silk of Apogees' Early in life, Goblins invaded his retreat of Guiseblazed and smashed his finger. In retaliation: he killed his attacker and two others, then he ate their corpses in typical Elf fashion. His parents told him stories about how the goblins had destroyed their homes before. After continuing to shoot, strike down and devour dozens of goblins, Eletha began leading the defense of his home.
Eventually they named his defense group, "The Volcano of Ropes." Despite a life of nothing but war, war continued. Forced to fight his own kind turned against him by Goblin brain washing, nothing stood in his way. In 113, he became the leader of "The Volcano of Ropes" For 60 years this constant warfare continued, his companions falling dead next to him until only he was left to defend his hometown for 10 years. Finally he was forced to flee. Shortly after this a tentative peace agreement was made. Eletha Dancepacks lives to this day with 124 kills to his name."
I leaned closer to the entrance, eager to hear more. Eventually the lady spoke.
"So we're going to try and buy this persons allegiance. to fend off orcs and goblins?"
"Are you kidding me? That's what the soap tower is for, we're going to piss them off to such a degree that he comes down here himself to wage war against us. And when he does, the orcs and goblins that despise him so will follow right after."
"Then why put the fortress here with all the undead?"
"Training, and a living moat of sorts to make our task easier. Get ready, we're gonna be angering those bastards as best we can next spring."
"Who else is in on this plan?"
"Ha, I'll let you figure that out."
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