Summer, 196:
The monster hadn’t attacked yet, by the time G made it back. In fact, it acted like it had no interest in attacking at all.
“What in Steddad’s good name is that thing?” Neo shouted.
“Well, going by outward appearance, It looks like a quadruped, which I believe means four legged animal, or something.” Wilberforce said. He was leaning over the edge of the bridge, watching the monster with every sign of interest “Shaped a bit like one of those long necked things that seem to love this island so. Why it’s made out of ash glaze, I couldn’t say.”
Neo looked annoyed. “I can see that. What I mean is, why the hell is it here? And not in the hell it was spawned from?”
“That, my friend, I cannot answer. I’d be willing to put money down on that little fellow being one of the reasons we found this place in the state it is, though. I say, it really does seem to enjoy the waves, doesn’t it? Look at him, he’s almost frolicking down there.”
“I hope it doesn’t frolic its way up here, is all.”
“Same here.” Wilberforce watched the creature leap along a particularly large wave, then shrugged. “Nothing for it but to watch and wait, I think. I hope that our goblin friends will give us a shout should it make shore. Completely unreal as goblin friends are, of course." He shook his head. "This place baffles me."
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From the Memoirs of Wilberforce Amber Ropenourished:
Good news springs from unexpected quarters! I think there’s a saying like that. However you say it, today we rest comfortably in the knowledge that we are not alone here.
A group of three other refugees found our new home, their leader telling me they were guided here by a trail of wreckage and abandoned socks. We welcomed them with open arms, of course.
The three of them are soldiers, which benefits us quite a bit. The one fellow picked up an axe like it was made for him, in fact. I've seen that look in a man's eyes, before, but usually it involved love or exceptional ale
Unfortunately, they too could offer us little in the way of clues as to what happened here, or what occurs in the Mountainhomes. As I said, they too are refugees, fleeing from Atir knows where. One of them, poor fellow, came here in hopes of finding his brother. I had the sad task of informing him that his brother had likely perished, along with my cousin, and I am beginning to admit, everyone else who lived here.
Sad to think on, but we are dwarfs, and even more than that, I am a Ropenourished! We soldier on. Even in such unnatural surroundings as these.
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Early Autumn, 196:
Peregar had found something odd in his exploration of the deeper levels. A single basalt door, boarded up and reinforced with steel bars. After some hard work with a pick and a crowbar, he managed to get the door open, only to see a solidly built stone wall behind it.
“What have we got here”, he muttered. He’d heard a few rumours during the trip to Oceanbridge about artifacts. They hadn’t found a single one so far. Maybe this was the vault where they were kept!
What he found was a head high wall of water that nearly swept him down the stairs, into the unknown deeps. He barely survived the deluge, holding as hard as could to the roughly carved wall.
The room was empty, except for a few scattered gold nuggets, a barrel or two, and piled in a corner, more skeletons.
Many of the surprises in Oceanbridge were unpleasant.
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