Get better soon, Kiel :D
Fantasy sentence: "ON ME!" the hardy hammerdwarf militia commander, Urist, shouted as he raised his iron shield, his voice booming over the ruined, gore-strewn dining room whereupon the mighty Demon Lord Vcinz was busy slaughtering scores of dwarven citizens with each swipe of his claws and tail and teeth, pooling the ground and staining the walls and furniture with the blood of those who had built them. However when no fellow soldiers responded to his call, Urist cast a quick glance and realized, to his growing terror, he was practically the only survivor of the brutal massacre, save for some slowly dying around him -- he winced as he heard the shrill cries of pain and mercy and prayer -- and the room was now very quiet, save for the Lord's cruel, crackling laughter... Urist turned and suddenly fled, dropping his shield as tears poured down his cheeks, blindly romping through the now quiet, blood-spattered, and eerie halls of what was once the grand glorious dwarven fortress of Mountain Rock until the Demon Lord had awoken.
Summary: In the year 695, the King of the dwarven civilization set forth a small expedition party -- made up of a group of dwarves with diverse talents and abilities -- to establish a colony in a far lands, to keep watch of the struggling elf tribes and another foe of the dwarves, (and virtually all other races) the goblins. As the name suggested, the fortress was carved into a mountain, giving it a nice strategic advantage over any external threats, and it overlooked a sparse forest where a river ran through. In the beginning of the fortress's life, due to the small population that inhabited it, it struggled against several natural threats such as a clan of nearby capybaramen and a herd of crazed elephants, yet its luck improved as during the spring season of the next year, a group of twenty-five migrants arrived, the first migrants of the new colony, hoping to find new life here. Indeed, it began to prosper -- the mining industry of Mountain Rock was booming, as the fortress was the main supplier of precious and rare metals and gems to the Home Kingdoms, of which the Mountain Rock dwarves would also sell to the human caravans that passed by from time to time. By the year 712, the fortress was sprawling and busy, and thanks to the mining industry, the dwarves lived in great luxury and were quite rich. Every room was large and gem-laden, and the dwarves were surrounded by wealth, protected by the marksdwarfs and hammerdwarfs that made up the fortress militia. By 717, the fortress population was on its way of surpassing 1,500 dwarves, made up of mostly migrants that had heard how prosperous Mountain Rock was. So, when the Demon Lord Vcinz emerged from his nearby lair to feast upon the fortress he had so heard about, the dwarves was shocked as their perfect lives crashed and burned. This contributed to the sudden and quick loss of the fortress Mountain Rock -- the dwarves had become drunk in their power, believing they were untouchable from any natural threat (the goblins had left the area many years ago, and the elves eventually died out) and when Vcinz arrived, the dwarves simply could not process what was happening, they didn't want to. At this time, hundreds attempted to flee the carnage, trampling others to death in their panic. The Mountain Rock militia was ultimately ineffective as soldiers got lost or split up in the frenzy -- and in the end, the confusion and panic that had arisen killed the dwarves. Not a single colonist survived -- woman, children, elderly, men, soldiers -- all were killed through various means, mostly by their fellow dwarves through accidents. The souls of the lost and slaughtered gave Vcinz such great strength that many dwarves today tremble in his name, although he has yet to make his next appearance. Anyway, it took almost a full year for the King to realize Mountain Rock was in danger, and he quickly dispatched a small army to check up on them and possibly reclaim the fortress if need be. Only a handful managed to return, and the tale of what they saw at the fortress differs between them, however they all speak of severely wounded and bloodied dwarves with sunken eyes and pale skin with a green tinge wandering the fortress and surrounding areas, attacking anything that moved within their line of vision with the ferocity of starving dogs. They only seem to speak one word, which roughly sounds like the name of accursed Demon Lord. Today, it is speculated that the great megabeast is holed up at the former fortress, waiting for the perfect time to strike again. No one has visited the Mountain Rock colony since the first army the King sent -- and the King himself refuses to publicly acknowledge the colony ever existed. The dwarves live in a fear of the malevolent Mountain Rock fortress and its current keeper, that and the decline of the dwarf kingdom's power after a recent war with humankind, it would seem the dwarves have entered a dark age of sorts, living unhappy and war torn, to soon die consumed by the Demon Lord. Unless he can somehow be stopped before he swallows the entire world...
Bonus: The wagon had stopped several hours ago, enough time for the dwarves to stretch and examine their surroundings as well as observe the old mountain in the distance that would soon be their new home. To Lumr Nrlmlr, the expedition leader, the mountain seemed menacing, as it kept close watch over the surrounding landscape. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, absent mindedly twirling the grass and watching the others have a look around while the livestock they brought with them crowded around the wagon protectively. she was desperately attempting to ignore her growling stomach; they had run out of provisions during their trip via wagon to the mountain, and the earliest supply caravan would arrive sometime in the Harvest, just before the Cold settled into the earth. That, and she wanted to give the livestock some time to breed before slaughtering. As such, she had sent some of the dwarves to hunt the nearby wildlife and gather plants and water from the river they had seen earlier as they passed by, but she knew she could make do without food for a day or some hours, what she really wanted was to get everyone settled into the mountain and quickly at that. There were some unfriendly beasts lurking about, and she didn't want to have her entire party massacred. She clambered upward, about to order everyone to the mountain, when she heard a terrified scream to her left. Three dwarves, bloody and their clothing torn, suddenly bursted through the underbrush and Lumr recognized them as Kaml, Bon, and Gronl, otherwise the hunters of the party. "CAPYBARAMEN!" T shouted as the three dispersed, and true to his word, the horrid beasts appeared suddenly behind them, chittering and gnashing their fangs, scampering after the dwarves...
