creativityburp:It was the year 743, young Uvash Muzishid led a quiet life here, in Claspdimple. It w
creativityburp:It was the year 743, young Uvash Muzishid led a quiet life here, in Claspdimple. It was a tiny village on the edge of The Sunny Spines mountains. The place wasn’t even a proper hillock, just a small farming site specialized in cave wheat flour and dwarven syrup production. Goblins were far away, every possible war front even further, nothing foreshadowed the incoming tragedy…Uvash stepped out of the entrance to narrow tunnels, even thought he hated it. His master loved cranberry wine and it is a job of an apprentice to please his master, but you won’t get cranberries underground. He hated it! He hated the feeling of fresh, green grass under his feet, he hated the scent of blooming wildflowers, he hated the refreshing mild breeze tangling his beard, and he hated the sun! Most of all the sun! After all he was a dwarf. To his surprise he didn’t instantly get dizzy. In a moment he noticed, he was standing in the shadow. Deeep dark shadow which was getting bigger and darker. He looked up and saw it.- SKREEEEEE! - screamed giant Roc while landing on the inhabited hill and razing it to the ground on the impact. Roofs, halls and corridors under his claws were instantly crushed and residents of Claspdimple with them. Izeg Climaxlivid the Courageous Seals, that was the name of the monster, stabbed the earth with his beak and pulled a dwarf from the rubble, just like a normal sized bird would pull a worm from the earth. Swallowed it and repeated the process. Uvash did not wait for his fate to be the same. He run, run off, run down the hill, run further and further, as far as possible from his homeland. ___It is the year 800, 57 years after Izeg Climaxlivid the Courageous Seals destroyed Claspdimple. After these years Uvash overcame his trauma, prepared and gathered ones who felt like he did. It was time to reconquer former home of them and their ancestors!The only problem was Uvash’s sense of direction. This dwarf had a great deal of patience and willpower indeed, but he also had poor focus, a poor kinesthetic sense and a poor memory. It all lead to one tiny, but significant mistake. The group of seven turned not left, but right at The Tower Of Drillglaze dangerously approaching The Human Necromancer Tower Of Wipefainted. - Are you sure it’s there? - asked Melbil gazing upon vast, clay plains of The Ashen Dune. She survived the tragedy only because she was pasturing sheep on the outside at that moment and the animals looked tastier for the Roc than she did - I remember it differently. - Sure it is! - responded Uvash confidently. He won’t admit being wrong even after no migrants will show up in this Horrifying plains.___I like to give my starting crew some backstory and deeper motivation than just to build another fortress. This fort, Zunekmashus (Sourgrapes) will be a family fortress of refugees from Claspdimple, who want to attract some tourists and visitors to the (as they think) old site of their former home. It will concentrate around a tavern and produce mostly food, drinks and goblets. No migrants allowed, only kids of starting seven and eventuall new citizens gained through petitions. -- source link