Hallo again everybody, sorry for the delay but things keep getting busy. I need to stop saying specific times when I'll update so I don't lie. Plus, it'll be more suspenseful....ooooohhhhhh. Anyway, it's a short update this time to finish the season and I'll give the full autumn update next time (maybe eventually I'll get past year one!). Oh, and as I am currently in my "experimental mode" writing-wise, I felt like writing this update differently then the others. Feedback is appreciated!
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"Migrants!"
That was the word shouted excitedly by TallPanzer as she was out picking her 12th dozen prickle berry (Which, coincidentally enough, is equal to one gross in some form of measurements. However, this is not important to the story). Soon everybody had joined in the shout, except for Human, who was currently continuing his own private war against all of treedom; Kyle, who was busy sulking by the river swearing revenge against Human, who she believed was at fault for causing the tree to spontaneously spring into being by her desk in the house as she was updating the amount of prickle berries in the stockpile again; Lance and Cerol, who were very slowly bringing back the wood that Human, too busy trying to bring down as many trees as possible, wasn't collecting; and Flamey, who was busy drooling over the latest alligator carcass that Lance had brought back.
And so Caevin come up to join Tallpanzer and see who was coming. Tallpanzer, however, quickly lost interest in the migrants and instead was only able to focus on the fact that she was, in fact, standing right next to Caevin. But in the distance, Caevin could see...
...two dwarves coming in.
However, not everybody was cheerful. The happiness of the moment was somewhat lowered by the sight of the snailmen fleeing in absolute terror from the two dwarves approaching.
FLASHBACK!*In the eyes of Frank, the snailman*"Oh Frank, this was such a good idea. Just taking a walk through the wilderness with you is so romantic."
"Thank you. In fact Esmeralda, I did want to ask you something. We've been together for such a long time, and I was wondering whether you would-
"Oh Frank, what is that thing doing? Why, I think it's charging towards us!"
And there is was...something I had never seen before. It was about as tall as I was, but it had hair all over, and a stench that was unbelievable. It was holding something in it's hand...it looked quite sharp. And as I thought about it...the look in it's eyes was...frightening. It just looked at me with that freak smile on it's face...
And since that day, all the snailmen in the land grew to fear that place. They christened it "woodengraves", for it was said that you could hear the sound of a madman chopping down trees at all hours of the day, and it only stopped to feast upon the flesh of the innocent creatures that came upon it's grasp. The young ones would challenge each other to go down and see how close they could get to the beast's lair, but it has been said that none return...THE PRESENTThe two newcomers, Aramco and Valrandir approached Woodenhovels, and cast their eyes upon the area...
...a single building, with the flooring not even done, and everything out in a pile in the open. But were they repulsed, disappointed by the ramshackleness of the the place? Excited, thrilled at the prospect of this interesting new life that was beginning to spread rumours throughout the dwarven halls? Nobody knows! But what is certain, is these two newcomers would help shape this small settlement, no matter how it turned out. But just what was the relationship between these two? They both claim to be "passing aquiantances", but with them both coming together this narrator has his doubts!
Will we ever find out the relationship between Valrandir and Aramco, and why they decided to come to Woodenhovels?
Will Flamey ever get an Alligator he can call his pet, and get a chance to train one of Kyle's dogs?
Will Kyle kill Flamey if he does so, and ever get her supposed revenge upon Human?
Will Human ever let go of his unreasonable anger of everything covered in bark?
And how many more poor creatures will suffer at the hands of Lance's not-so-vain attempts to impress Cerol?
Only time will tell the answer to these questions and more!
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And this may sound silly, but I finally got the name of your dwarf Tolyk. Thanks
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