darkwolf - Sure thing, another
filthy treehugger Elf will help to
ruin make Nomekast all that more interesting
. You're gonna have to wait for an immigrant first though, and that's easier said than done.
5th Granite 675 - Noon"Yes she's perfectly unharmed." Reg reported. Bax nodded,
"Then why do you still refuse to let her out of here?" he growled,
"Because she's mute! That clearly shows something is wrong! And I don't think a greenskin near her will help."
"You let me see her yesterday!"
"And then you fed her a
troll heart! Do you really think as a doctor and a Dwarf I can let you do such...disgusting things!?"
"Why don't you let her decide? Just ask her who she wants to go with and she'll point them out!"
Reg slammed a fist into the stone table of the hospital,
"Fine!" he roared, marching over to the little girl Atis, who was watching all this unconcerned. She must've been listening, and didn't even let Reg ask his question before pointing straight at Bax. Bax smiled toothily,
"See? She wants to stay with me, rather than grow soft with you fretting about the slightest cut."
"She-she doesn't know what she's saying, or pointing! Clearly this is a classic case of Rockhold Syndrome! I-" Reg began, but Bax ignored him, walking out with Atis trailing behind him, she was HIS property, and he'd be damned if he was going to let a Dwarf take her from him.
Just outside the hospital he bumped into Delta. Before he could walk off Delta stopped him,
"I've been meaning to talk to you...Bax was it?" he said firmly.
"What is it?" Bax growled, unhappy at these continuous distractions.
"Was-was there another Dwarven girl at your tower. About so high, fro-"
"How should I know!? What? I have to remember every single kid that was 'napped?"
Delta stepped forward, levelling a miner's pick at Bax's chest,
"I am asking you calmly. Was there a Dwarven girl, from Machineshimmers?"
"Where the hell is Machineshimmers?"
Delta looked crestfallen, lowering his pick,
"Nevermind." he grunted, moving off down the corridor.
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"SHIN!" came a loud bellow. The architect swung round, holding her tankard of ale like a weapon. Torvold, a mad gleam in his eye, almost barrelled straight into her, clutching scrolls strewn with drawing and plans. "Thank Id I found you! Now you're an architect aren't you? Of course you are, you designed the dining area we're standing on!" Before Shin could reply the scientist threw his plans onto the table and unrolled them, revealing plans for drawbridges and more,
"You see, that troll attack two days ago got me thinking, we need defences to seal this level from the various monsters out there! And that's why I've designed this clever drawbridge system, but I need walls that could repel a bronze colossus!"
"And I supp-"
"Yes! Exactly! I need you to design the walls and the drawbridge while I hook them up along with a few...ideas I've had."
"And I suppose you're not going to tell anyone
what these ideas are?"
Torvold snatched his plans off the stone table, his laughter growing progressively louder,
"Oh trust me, they'll be better as a surprise!"
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6th Granite 675 - Evening"Derm? What is this rock?" Fori asked, looking curiously at the wall besides her, "See? It's all...bubbly, like there's air trapped within it."
Derm came up from where he had been ahead. He examined the rock for a few moments, and then pulled Fori back,
"It's pitchblende! It's a cursed rock!" he exclaimed. Fori raised an inquisitive eyebrow,
"A
cursed rock?" she asked.
"Of course! Don't you know the story of the King who built a palace out of pitchblende? Everyone who lived within the palace died horrible deaths after several years! The same thing happened to his successor! And his dog!"
"But how do you know the stone caused this? I mean-"
""Hey! What's that glow?" Derm exclaimed, cutting the Elf off. The two moved towards the direction of the glow, which grew in glare as they got closer to the source. The temperature also soared.
"It's-" Fori began,
"The lifeblood of the mountain!" Derm said almost religiously, "MAGMA!"