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User:Chris Nestaamo/Amurnikuz
Amurnikuz[edit]
A dwarven outpost in the middle-eastern region of (cough cough, name here) placed precariously next to a kobold settlement and volcano (which begs the question, why in the name of Armok would kobolds sit themselves next to a volcano?).
Journal of Ast Tiristonshen, Expedition Leader[edit]
Summer of 1053, Malachite the 16th Our magma workshops were completed only a week ago and already they came under attack. Fire imps scaled the volcano, clambering over the edge of our vista, still dripping with molten rock. The farmers and blacksmiths fled from the little devils, the brave miners not far behind. Others came down the tunnels to stare at the scene, two imps edging cautiously around the workshops, occasionally diving back into the magma to glare at us from there. I ushered everyone away, praying to Armok that the imps would leave us in peace. One dove back to the depths of the fiery pit, but one stayed, pacing the cliff and uttering an ungodly screech now and then to frighten off the lighthearted.
A young one of the name Atir Rakustlimar, far too brash for his own good, made the fatal mistake of confronting the beast. He pulled out his crossbow and advanced with a furious shout. At this, the imp turned, curious of this new prey; Atir loosed a bolt that missed by inches, but before he could reload, the imp pounced like a tiger. The clawing and ripping was too much for us to bear; we fled, leaving behind the young one's quickly-silenced screams.
But suddenly, the legendary miner Adil Edimral came sprinting down the tunnel at full speed, clad in a protective plate of shell armor. Our shocked faces and cries of warning followed him to the cliff. To a backdrop of glowing brimstone, he confronted the murderous devil; not yet satisfied in its hunger and insane with blood-frenzy, the imp lit itself aflame, dragging a cloud of smoke behind its every movement.
There was no caution in Adil's fury. He roared and tackled the imp, wrestling it to the ground at the very edge of the cliff. Its screeches filled the cavern as Adil ripped its arms from their sockets, broke its knees, bashed its skull to a bloody pulp. The flames scorched his hands and the smoke filled his throat, but until the screeches ended Adil did not relent.
We fed its bones to our dogs.