"ELVES?!"
Ah, the king was in a beastly mood today. Though he should be, learning about the recent-
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ELVES?!"
The situation he was reffering to would be the recent... elf... problem we've been having lately. they have been expanding a bit past their mark, and we're going to stop them.
At this point, no dwarf could convince him not to act.
"YOU!"
armok help me. He's looking at me.
"YOU WILL LEAD THE EXPEDITION!"
"but sir..." I silently rasped out, "what will be our embark point?"
at this point, the king was in such an uncontrollable fury he turned around and began to beat up a random peasant standing by. The fact that he head a master-work adamantine sword didn't help either. Soon, the poor sap was de-capitated, and the angry king began to challenge other dwarves in the room. the king's advisor then timidly suggested I go to the wagon deployment center.
"AH! you must be the settler group!"
This strangley exuberant voice greeted me as I entered.
"Please, come this way, meet your fellow dwarves!"
I did as instructed, and scoped out the group...
This one is a medical dwarf, by the looks of him.
The crazy one appears to be an axedwarf... Hooray.
I, myself, will be functioning as the broker and expedition leader for the fort.
Once we all got acquanted, He gave us a list of supplies we could order. Only so many could be spared from the current stocks.
Alongside the usual stocks, we ordered two bulldogs and two cats.
Then, he gave us a map. It appears we are embarking in a really nice spot, lot's of good creatures and... elves...
Welp, guess it's time to STRIKE THE EARTH!