Ok let's get this started! Shintaro Fago, Mangled and masam, you're all down for the first migrant wave.
Also, since dwarf companion doesn't work on the new version and I don't think it's possible to get a fully-male starting group, MetalSlimeHunt; you're a girl, but I'll refer to you as a man if it's no problem.
Also, Spartan - out of interest, what exactly is a 'melon' personality?
The sun was high in the sky as the wagon screeched to a halt. The stream - named Squeezemunched by the ancients - flowed right in front of them, an impassable obstacle.
Torvold immediately threw his pack down and opened it, revealing various parchments covered with scrawlings,
"We'll need to make a bridge!" he declared, "If we use the teleological principle of geographical weight, we should be able to collapse that ledge by the stream and dam it, thus letting us cro-" but the scientist was interrupted by Ibruk. Complete in his silk cloak and naked mole dog coat and leaning on a cane, the Prophet held up a hand,
"No! Here is where we shall build our redemption! Here in this sacred valley! Here we shall build Nomekast - Godsaved! For the glories of Ogred of the Oceans, Id of the Mountains, Atir Purplemines of Jewels, Nekut Glowedguises of the Moon, Os the Hardy Gleams of Thunder, and all the Divines!"
The other six didn't complain or object. It had been a long journey from their old mountain homes in the deep south up here to the north.
But before any other words could be said or actions done, a yelp came from Reg Archist, the group's doctor,
"Nothing! Nothings on the mountain!" he cried, pointing up at the mountain behind them.
"See? This is why we need to find a better name than 'Nothing'. That's just stupid, 'nothings on the mountain', bah!" Spartan muttered as everyone turned their eyes up.
Misshapen shapes were crawling around the mountain top, red eyes glowing.
"They haven't seen us yet." Rovod breathed, reaching for his copper crossbow. A thunk from behind them made them all jump and Torvold immediately found himself with a shortsword, an axe, a crossbow and a pick all aimed at his neck,
"What're you doing?" Rion hissed, "If they hear the noise you're making-"
"Nevermind!" Torvold interrupted, "Help me take this wagon apart into planks!"
"What? Why?" Rion snarled. Tarran stopped him, quickly saying,
"No! I think I see what he's doing! If we use the wood to build a makeshift bridge-"
"Then we can safely cross and leave the Nothing on the otherside." Ibruk finished for him, "Onto work, fellow pilgrims! We must build this bridge as quickly as possible!"
"What!? What if they can swim?" Spartan interjected,
"Well maybe we can stand here and you can ask them when they come." Rion spat.
The wagon was swiftly pulled apart by any means necessary and a unsteady bridge erected over the stream Squeezemunched.
"We need another plank!" Torvold shouted, only to be greeted Rion almost throwing a huge willow log at him. With this log, the bridge was complete.
"Hurry up! I think they've seen us!" Reg shouted, grabbing a barrel of Dwarven ale and literally sprinting across the river.
Tarran grabbed his sword,
"I'll keep watch!" he cried, "You get the food and booze over!"
They did just that, snatching at the booze barrels and the cave fish and lobsters that they had brought with them, dumping them unceremonously (but carefully) on the other side of the river, and returning to move more. Soon they had moved the rations and were lugging the picks, the few medical supplies, and the anvil across.
Tarran stood resolutely as a Nothing moved towards him, tentacles quivering as though in anticipation of a kill. He brought his sword to bear, and quick as a flash sliced one tentacle clean off, then another, and then the last two with one swift slash downwards. Then, without hesitation he drove the copper sword straight into the beast's body, causing bright red blood to gush out and splatter him. The body then melted down into a thick goopy mess of pure darkness, before melting into the ground.
There was no respite for the swordsdwarf though, as another Nothing screeched towards him. He dispatched it without any problems, but three more soon moved up and he was forced to play a sort of cat-and-mouse game; slashing at the enemy and then retreating, only to repeat it. But eventually they melted down; but more were arriving down the valley slope, clawed tentacles at the ready.
Then came a well-anticipated cry,
"Tarran! Get over, quick!" the swordsdwarf instantly spun round, sprinting across the bridge. Then, just as a dozen Nothings reached the river, Reg eagerly pulled the bridge down.
The creatures sat there for a few moments, then retreated back up the valley, eyes still fixed on the Dwarves.
The group sat there for a long time, breathing hard. Ibruk was the first to speak,
"We are safe, pilgrims. This is a sign from the gods that they will not allow us to fall into the same apathy and decadance that has led to the destruction of the cursed monarchy." He pulled himself up by his cane, waved a hand towards the mountains and declared,
"Now, let us delve deep to build Nomekast!"
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