The Alchemist District

[Watty_Banker 172]

Glowing yellow eyes peer out of the dark in Kal'Arkon. The side-alley seeming ruff and best avoided to most Dwarves.

 

 

Bearded women-dwarves steer their beardlings clear of this alley. Everyones aware of it. Yet nobody wishes to know why.

 

Bardel walks through the streets, at a brisk pace. His grey wolf-skin cape blowing in the harsh wind. He slides through the crowd and down into the alley as a trade cart rolls past. Sanctuary from the industry outside. Bardel strolls down the darkened steps until he comes into lantern light. He looks around at the place, machines still rattling the earth from above ground. The railway that was abruptly abandoned and never finished. He nods in approval. Another figure slides out of a corner nearby. The pairing look similar, almost the same. Though the new figure speaks in a darker, harsher tone.

Bardel speaks "Tis' a good place. A return to our roots. Enough of that mountain Dwarf highlife top-side"

The new figure replies "Aye. Now we begin work. The money will pay fur some workers to dig out the tunnels... or we could just kidnap some goblins."

Bardel replies "Good plan. Lets get this dug and the track re-instated before the next new moon."

The other figure nods.

 

From then on only carts go in and out of the tunnel. Pulled by young Goblins in gold bonds. Shifting supplies from the upper cenote to the alley.

 

Bardel looks over the work. Supplies go in. Stone goes out. The tunnels expand.

The Guild has a new home

 

From then on. Explosions once again became the common soundtrack of Kal'Arkon. Along with the distant moans of Lathros with his women and the sound of sweet sweet industry.

[Tefzors 32]

Lets get to work

[D A N N Y 966]

Zoltan Archard (Bronn Grandaxe) blinks.

[Greener 687]

Odin shouts in joy

 

"MOAR ALC'EMICAL FOIRE!"

[Fimlin 1997]

Before all this happened:

Fimlin looks around the city, his knee aching as he strolls along. There was no room in the city for a much better clan hall. He looks around and slumps against a corner, fingering his firey forked beard as he thinks. He looks around, a few dwarves hauling carts of stone, oil staining their beards, he turns his head, unaware of what the cause was. Just then, out of the corner of his eye he sees a small, dark window, he looks further and notices the wall was once the sight of another failed railway. He takes his pickaxe from his pack and hacks at the wall, he does this for some time before kicking down the weakened structure, the sound lost in the start of industry. He peers down into the dark tunnel below, it's lights barely lit, he clambers down the stairs, looking around before dubbing the old tunnel unfit for Grandaxe inhabitance. He walks up the dust-covered steps, where he sees Balek and Kardel Irongut looking for a spot for the alchemy guild to reside. He walks over and taps Balek on the shoulder, pointing towards the tunnel, and so it began.

Fimlin sighs after he failed to find a suitable spot for his clan, the industry becoming louder as even more dwarves join in. He looks around, the city was an oven, always hot with smoke, over the walls even more industry was occurring to the west and south, the industry-stained soil preventing inhabitance. He remembers the grins of the newly iniated lads into his clan, how happy they had been and in plenty, but ever since the resignation of Grand King Hogarth Irongut the clan had went south, but then he remembered, there was still one place industry hasn't touched.

[Aengoth 2890]

"I'll come by tah visit soon and see tah progress made by tah lot ove ye."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.