Here be the story.
A dwarf named Urist had a bright idea one day so he dropped his pick left the mines, went straight to a mason's workshop and tossed the guy out, he then went and grabbed some bricks and a gem then went to work, his bros were curious, and peeked in and they saw, just in time a statue of Urist, he was heroically posing above a pile of his dead miner friends and elves running away.
The story behind that statue was stupid, what actually happened was a bunch of elves thought it was a great idea to attack a specific fortress, my fortress, with large towers, the land around it filled with traps (spinning sawblades >:) ) and with the most well trained soldiers ever ( temporary conscripts given nothing but their picks for weapons and the clothes on their back for armour), the battle was more or less stupid because Urist WAS one of them and where was this little dwarvern legend? He's 12 floors below the fortress drinking beer from a barrel and the real hero from that battle was a grumpy woodcutter who went "screw this!" Then kicked hippy elf ass.
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