This is a picture of the embark area. Ocean to the right and swamp to the left.
Here's a bit of story I've come up with:
For centuries, our people have led secluded lives deep within the most remote bowels of our Earth. We've lurked in the abyssal chasms of the underworld since time immemorial. We have the combined strength to challenge even the most grotesque and mighty beasts the caverns can manage to spit out at us. We are...
Kobolds!!! However, times are changing. Our travelers and explorers have ascended the depths and tell of a world drowned in light. They speak of great cities containing masses of wealth, of tangled forests, and of mountains harnessing lustrous jewels. We must travel to the surface world to establish a trading outpost. This is the story of that outpost... Gakruldus!
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Well I'm feeling pretty corny about now, I'll start playing the game
tonight right now perhaps.
Spring
Year 2002nd of Granite (Diary of Svarte)
Just yesterday, I was selected by the elder council to lead an expedition to the fabled surface world. It's amazing to think we are the only kobolds ever to leave the caverns. After nearly a day of walking, we came to a great lake. This lake is peculiar in that it seems to go on infinitely, there's no land at the horizon. Our shaman took a reading of the cloud formations, Overcast skies and lightning on the horizon. He's not sure whether this is an omen or a blessing. He says Sraslonins voice cannot be heard outside the caverns...
Digging has begun: