I need 6 doomed perfectly safe dwarfs for this journey to forge a new mountainhome for our kind.
Reserves of the Seven:
Luckymoose - Farmer/Brewer
Thlayli - Mechanic/Expedition Leader
Shadowbound - Carpenter/Wood Cutter
Daftpanzer - Miner/Mason
Julius Gandi - Miner/Mason
Lord Iggy - Less Good Brewer/ Less Good Farmer
Kentharu -Token Black Dwarf
Four more souls are needed! Name and profession please.
Perhaps a brief back story for the Dwarfs that have traveled to this mountain is in order. Sixteen generations ago our ancestors set out to form a new mountainhome on a volcanic mountain on a far away continent. They named their fortress Knightedmartyrs and for generations she stood proud and tall against all odds and all kinds of foes. A little over seventy years ago this winter tragedy struck the fortress. The sealing of the volcano had caused, over time, pressure to build which had not been properly prepared for by our forefathers. The eruption caused a blast heard across the realms and nearly instantly hundreds of the dwarf population in that fortress had succumb to their wounds. An old mining tunnel that ran past the prison was the only way out, unfortunately the tunnels were collapsing and very few managed to escape. I, Thlayli, was but an infant on my mothers shoulder as she escaped the fiery tunnels and here I stand today with decedents of those last survivors! Prepared and willing to carve a new fortress, a new city in the earth, to bring dwarven might to this newly discovered land. Now we strike the earth, seven siblings against all odds, welcome to Rock of Ages!
Our location was chosen by group effort as we scrounged the lands of this new island paradise, locals told us of the tall mountains in the core of the land and that is where we headed. Setting out to find the perfect location for our children to be born and our industry to flourish.
With us our wagon carried everything we would need for the first year, we knew of another dwarf city in the works a ways east that would undoubtedly send a caravan to begin the age old tradition of dwarf trade. The most important items are the booze, picks and cats for slaughter.
We arrived in a small enclave, the brook flows directly through the entire mountain and will provide us with fish, turtles and irrigation for our booze production farms. A quick survey of the land shows native gold glistening in the face of the mountain, along with gems, copper and silver ores and various colored and valuable stones. We have not scratched the surface for wealth in this place. The Gods truly favor Dwarfs!
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