Ok the premise for this thread is the latest mega-project I am making. Basically I giant castle made of nothing but obsidian above and below. I didn't originally plan to tell a story about it and just get the project done. However the story thus far has been so interesting and dwarfy that I thought I would tell it.
The story thus far.
The Architects were what they were called, the five of them. They all were dwarves out to make an legend of themselves. They chose a suitable place to build an Artifact among Artifacts, their own trances leading them to the spot to build the obsidian castle. Forged of magma, tempered with water, they could see it in their heads. They brought with them two others who were interested in helping, one a farmer, the other a cook. They also brought with them plenty of fire-proof stone, and food, booze, as well as equipment and enough wood that they wouldn't have to chop any down.
The first year went by smoothly, the five set about digging out the fortresses foundation. A large sub level that would be collapsed to make a large hole in the ground in which the magma could be poured. However as the year came to a close, the goats came, the undead goats that snarled and snapped. The five went forward with their picks in hand, and all five came back. Three were injured to far to continue work, and were set into a bed. A well into the water in the ground was made so that they may drink the water they craved for, the trance to build surely making them mad to want something other than booze. Three seasons past and the three still sat in bed while the other two continued the work, finishing the below work and moving onto making the mold for above that would also serve as a barrier from the wild.
While working on the walls, the zombies and skeletons would attack shuffling forward at first then eating ground with surprising speed bones and rotten flesh falling to and fro as they ran. Again and again the two lone Architects would turn them back, smashing and bashing the fell beasts with their picks. However a change came one day when the Kobolds came. The two were having trouble with a particular group of goats. Their picks had become stuck in one of the beasts and had nothing but their hands to defend themselves. The cook and brewer were left to guard the supplies on their own. The brewer fell quickly, knocking a kobold unconscious before he went, but a hammer sent in flying over a cliff edge and to his death. The cook held on much longer overcoming odds that can't be measured, he fought and clawed against the five armed thieves with nothing but his hands. The Architects couldn't help, for the three were still injured and the two still couldn't budge the picks from their place and had to continue fighting with but their fists.
Finally the Architects freed their picks and dispatched the undead and raced to the south where the cries for help could no longer be heard. They reached the stairs just after one of the thieves disappeared below, to where the injured architects were. With a burst of speed they both sped forward and dispatched the kobolds, then turning to the beds they cried out at the murdered bodies of their fellow friends. With a mighty roar of defiance they both rose above and destroyed the four remaining Kobolds. They cried for days for their loss.
Migrants arrived then, two of them. One a peasant and the other a farmer. They brought the architects out of their melancholy and back to their task. Caskets were made for the fallen dead before they could rot, and work continued in the name with of their fallen friends. A new addition had been planned. The top floor would be the final resting place of the fallen architects to commemorate the deaths of fine friends and even finer workers.
Ok their won't be to many pictures, but those who like a story will get one. Just a warning if everyone dies I won't be reclaiming and I will be making another thread to restart the fort since a reclaimed fort has certain glitches when it comes to monsters.
Don't really plan to make this a succession fort but I can if y'all want. So far I have managed to keep the fort afloat and acquire quite a bit with trinkets traded. (made by one of the now dead dwarves) The last two Architects alive are kinda Jacks of all trade. The are miners, masons, engravers, carpenters, metalsmiths, building designers, mechanics, and swimmers.
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